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n1cholaswang · 2 years ago

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HEAVEN — CJU

idol!jiung x nonidol!genderneutral!reader

cw: jiung's a perv 🙄 , phone sex , mutual masturbation , reader has a pretty dildo LMAO , slight voyeurism , mentioned somno , begging , a little crack at the end , nudes lolz

wc: 1.5k

a/n: support p1h's cb this month 🤭

jiung leans back into his chair, taking a deep sigh.

this was the third day in a row he has been in his room at fnc, working terribly hard on this new album, much to his partner's dismay.

[name] didn't mind his job. in fact, they loved seeing him performing on stage. but, the hardest part about dating an idol - besides having to keep your relationship a secret - was the promotional periods.

the periods were jiung would come home in the middle of the night, that is if he came home at all.

the periods were the only time they'd see him is on tv or over the phone.

the periods were they desperately missed him, physically, emotionally, and sometimes (most times) sexually.

god how much they missed being able to fuck him awake, fuck him after dance practices when he'd be dripping sweat, suck him off in the car while on the way home, and especially they missed the way his voice would tremble and crack as their hands roam all over him.

fuck, now they're aroused.

jiung decided his mini break was over and turned his attention back to his monitor but the audio files began to mush his brain again, making him groan and toss his glasses on the table.

he reached out for his phone and dialed his lover's number, spinning in his chair as he waited for them to answer.

their custom ringtone for jiung surprised them, not wanting to answer at first since their hand was down their pants, searching for some sort of relief.

"hello?", they whispered

"baby!", he exclaimed, "how are you?"

they felt a little better hearing his voice but it only made them painfully more excited.

"im okay...", they touched themselves to jiung's soft voice, "just really missing you"

he sighs, looking down at his lap, "i know, and im sorry i can't be there with you, cuddling you. i wanna hold you so bad"

they whimpered as they stroked a sensitive spot but masked it with a hum of acknowledgment.

"come home soon, okay?"

"i'll try...", jiung pouted, feeling bad for leaving his partner all alone, "whatcha been up to?"

they didn't reply, touching themselves more and trying not to make any sounds.

"baby? you there?"

"huh?! oh... uhm... mmmfuck- y-yeah im here"

jiung's eyebrows stitched together in both concern and confusion. were they sick? bloated? tired? had a headache? is that why such a noise escaped from their lips?

he couldn't deny, the hushed moan did turn him on but what if they were sick? he couldn't get off to the thought of his lover not being okay.

"darling?", jiung started, "you never answered my question; what've you been up to?"

they let a small and hopefully quiet whimper, pushing a finger into their hole, "j-just been watching... hmm... net-flix and p-playing games"

and there it was again: that pleasant, lewd sound which made jiung sink more into his chair.

"oh yeah? what kind of games did you play?"

they started thrusting their fingers, "oh you know... m-mariokart 'n stuh- stuff", they moaned out

they closed their eyes and cursed to themself for being too loud.

and too loud they were. jiung's hand moved from the chair's arm to his thigh, but not daring to inch closer to his crotch.

"you alright?"

"mhm, just a little... like, tired, you know?"

he laughed out, "you're a terrible liar you know that?"

"you don't have to lie, i know what you were doing"

their throat dried up, "what are you-"

"stop"

and they did. damn their submissiveness.

he scoffed, "playing games, huh? more like playing with yourself"

"i'm sure you look so good fucking yourself"

the image of [name]'s beautiful scrunched up with bliss face made his cock twitch and harden.

the hand on his lap slid up, palming himself and sighing in pleasure.

"can you show me?"

"sh-show you what?", they ask shyly

"show me how you play with yourself while im away"

his tone was low, and sexy, irresistible and it was so easy to submit to him and his every desire.

jiung was a pervert, not that [name] really cared. they'll admit, at first it was awkward to hear him sniffing their neck and catching him trying to steal their underwear as if he was some prepubescent teen. but, once he explained his - what he'd called it - obsession for them, they were beginning to get used to it.

they set up their phone to get a good angle then went to their closet, pulling out a box of toys. opening it, they choose a glass dildo with a cute pink heart at the top and toss it onto the bed.

they close the box then hide it under the bed before turning on the camera, displaying their half naked body. they waited for jiung's camera to turn on and oh god, they were not ready for the sight they were faced with.

his navy blue beanie was covering his brown hair, a nude long sleeved shirt draped over his slim body, his eyes hooded with lust.

"my stunning angel", he sighed out, palming himself more as he scanned [name]'s body.

"can i see more of you baby? please?"

he was begging, like seriously begging. this was an once-a-month type thing and since he already begged them to sit on his face last week, they weren't expecting this.

"awh, you miss me that much?", they teased.

his cock hardened and he whined, "yes yes, now... please?"

[name] grabbed the hem of their shirt, pulling it off their body as slow as they possibly could which only made jiung more impatient.

he lifts up his hips, sliding his sweatpants and boxers down, his angry-red cock springing out. his eyes stayed glued onto his phone as their "angel" began giving him a show, swaying their hips back and forth and touching themself all over.

jiung's fist gently wrapped around his cock and hissed as he squeezed the tip to leak more precum.

but then, they started.

the pretty glass dildo fit perfectly in their mouth, sticking their tongue out while attempting to rut against the bed. moans were muffled by the dildo instead of jiung's cock, making him frown in jealousy.

spreading their legs more, they rolled their hips into the mattress, a little wet spot forming. their boyfriend's hand slid up and down his length slow, fucking his hand at the same pace of [name] fucking their own mouth.

their spit was dripping from the dildo, taking it out of their mouth before pumping it with their hand and sliding it down the center of their chest.

jiung threw his head back and moaned as he stroked himself more, sinking down into his chair.

"why am i the only one naked? seems like this is only fun for you", they put the toy behind their back, shaking their head in disapproval, "you don't see shit until you come home"

he pouted and whined, not hesitating to lift his shirt and show off his soft tummy, "is this better darling?"

they pulled the toy out again, spitting on it, "much better"

they positioned themself so jiung could perfectly see how the dildo stretched them and their beautiful face as they sat down on it.

[name] bouncing on a toy he bought for them made his head fuzzy. he imagined his hand was their velvety walls, gliding up and down easily and skillfully while occasionally and unintentionally squeezing around him.

he didn't wanna come yet. no, in fact, he wanted to see them unravel on a single dildo that wasn't even half his size.

their hand went up to their nipple, squeezing and tugging at it while whining jiung's name.

the two continued like that: [name] fucking themself while moaning jiung's name loudly and jiung fisting himself with his shirt between his teeth to muffle his own moans.

soon, they were close, their moans increasing in volume.

"jiungjiungjiungfuck! ... sogoodsogoodiloveit! fuckfuck, i love you jiu- fuck!"

and the knot untied. their legs were shaking, breathing heavily, cum covering their camera with jiung's name being chanted.

he was close too, seeing his angel turn into the complete opposite turned him on immensely.

he pumped his cock faster, the shirt between his teeth falling down as he gasps, sighs, and curses under his breath.

"shit- you're so fuckin' pretty... all the fuckin' time", he squeezed the base of his cock, his face contorting in pleasure, "wanna cum for my angel, wanna make a mess for you"

he was right there, but before he could finish, the door swung open.

"jiun- OHMYGODWHATTHEFUCK"

[name] knew that voice from anywhere.

keeho.

they closed their eyes and fell face down into the sheets in embarrassment.

"NO WAY! IS THAT [NAME]?! HOLY SHIT YALL ARE A COUPLE OF-"

before they could hear the end of that sentence, jiung hung up. they started giggling, predicting what their friend had said.

they took their phone and quickly snapped a photo of the dildo pushed deeply inside of them, sending it to their boyfriend with the caption "wish this were you huh?"

[name] knew jiung would come home and make them eat their own words but that was something they were looking forward to.

#Spotify #p1harmony smut #p1harmony jiung #jiung smut #choi jiung

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sugarbooger513 · 3 years ago

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𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓘𝓶𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼

My first kinktober is officially done! Thank you guys so much for all the love and support. To end it, I wanted to post some fun NSFW headcanons for some very loved characters. Enjoy lovelies.

WC: 2.6k

Warnings: Oral sex, Choking, size kink, impact play, temperature play, praise, degradation, daddy kink, marking, somnophilia, dachryphilia, public sex, breeding, orgasm denial, predator/prey, breathe play, aphrodisiacs, mommy kink, brat, worship kink

𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕞𝕒

➳ Oral- There’s so much that goes in my head when it comes to Thoma, and this is the first thing every time. Giving or receiving, he just loves when your mouths are on each other. When giving, he’s very meticulous. His small kitten licks go over every inch of your cunt before he shoves his tongue inside of you, moaning at how good you taste. When receiving he prefers to be leaning against a wall with you on your knees in front of him. Of course he’s going to put a pillow under your knees so you don’t hurt yourself. He also makes the prettiest, breathiest moans in all of Inuzuma.

“A-ahh! J-just like that.. Fuck you a-always take me so well, love. S-so pretty with my c-cock down your throat..”

➳ Riding- This boy is such a simp for you, let’s be real. If you’re on top of him, he can see it all. The way your tits bounce, the way your beautiful face scrunches in pleasure, the way your thighs tighten every time he hits that spot.. Just the sight of it has him cumming deep inside of you (with permission of course). And, no, he won’t listen if you say “I’m too heavy for that, Thoma”. He might look small, but this boy has some strength in his lithe body.

“You like when I’m this deep in you, h-huh? Shit, if you keep this up I won’t last, love. Good girl, up and down. So good for me..”

➳ Praise- I think Thoma has the biggest praise kink out of every man in Genshin. If you’ve done his hangout event, you know. He praises you for the smallest accomplishments. This doesn’t stop in the bedroom. Calling you his good girl is practically second nature. No, it seriously comes out even in public. Blush and whine all you want, he’s going to call you breathtaking as drool is dripping from your mouth from how fucked out you are.

“Does it feel that good my love? Good girl.. Lay there and let me do the work. You’ve done so much already..”

ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕖/𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕒/𝔸𝕛𝕒𝕩

💧 Breeding- Lets get this out of the way. He wants a family of his own. He’s also not going to bring this up to you out of the blue, but archons bless this boy if you just tell him you’re ready to start a family. He’ll have you in a mating press twice a day, pumping you full of his seed until your stomach distends. Yes, he has accidentally overstimulated himself. Yes, he fought through the pain. Don’t ask.

“Sh-shit.. I’m gonna cum again. Don’t you dare spill it.. Not until I fuck a child into you. Gonna look so pretty, round with our child..”

💧 Dacryphilia- Like Thoma, Childe thinks you’re beautiful no matter what. Physical features don’t really account for your beauty in his eyes. However, he can’t deny that you’re at your prettiest when tears are rolling down your cheeks. Want to get under his skin a little more? Make sure to wear makeup that day. Black eyeliner streaming down your face makes him almost cum immediately.

“Crying already? Baby, it’s barely down your throat.. I haven’t even starts fucking it yet. Do I need to stop? No? Then hold still and let me cum down your throat like a good girl, okay?”

💧 Orgasm denial- This works with the dacryphilia kink. Pulling his hand away when he feels you tighten around his long fingers or even going as far as completely pulling his cock from your drenched hole, denying his own release just to see you squirm and whine like a baby. He’s a gentleman in public, but in the bedroom? You’re his and he wants to remind you of that.

“What’s that, dear? You were close? Oh, I know, but you decided earlier that begging was cute, so I wanted to hear it some more. That’s right baby, beg to cum around my cock like a greedy little thing.”

𝕂𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕒

❄ Public sex- This man is a menace to society and everytihng holy in this world. He doesn’t care who hears the two of you going at it like rabbits. Famous spots that the two of you have tainted are his desk, Lisa’s desk, behind Angel’s Share (Diluc whooped ass that same night, funny enough), and any flat surface he could take you beside the Statue of the Seven in Windrise. Have the two of you been caught? Multiple times. Is that going to stop him? Absolutely not.

“There it is. I know you want to scream baby. Come onnnn, we’ve been caught before. What’s one more time to add? Quit covering your mouth and let them all hear your slutty moans.”

❄ Temperature play- He has a cryo vision. Yes, he utilizes it any chance he gets. Flicking your clit with ice cold fingers, spitting on your tits and then freezing it to them, and just grabbing your thighs in his tight, ice cold grip. He loves the shocked noises you make every time he does it. He’s been known to leave red marks all over your skin from him getting a little too carried away.

“Oh? It hurts? Sorry, dear, I seem to have gotten carried away again. No matter, I’ll just have to make the other cheek even, won’t I?Oh, don’t complain.”

❄ Degradation- Oh this man has the most vulgar mouth. He does like pirates, after all. Almost sentence out of his mouth during sex is putting you down as inferior to him. The first time he did it, you laughed in his face. No, he didn’t take that well. Your best bet is to be a good little slut and let him use your body as his own personal fleshlight.

“Stupid fucking whore.. Coming into my office dressed like this when I’m busy. Too bad for Jean, this paperwork isn’t getting done. Not when I have to fill you up again. Lay down and spread your legs.”

𝕏𝕚𝕒𝕠

☠ Predator/Prey- You knew this was coming. Xiao loves the fear in your eyes as you run barefoot through the grass. He watches you patiently for a while, chuckling to himself when you can’t help but scream when he rushes past you, simply trying to scare you. Eventually he gets tired of the games, opting to appear in front of you from nowhere, grab your hair and force you into the dirt. He knows you can take it, so he’s anything but gentle.

“Go ahead and scream, bunny. No one can hear you all the way out here.. You look so good when you finally give up your pathetic fight, you know that?”

☠ Impact play- Xiao really doesn’t believe in soft sex. He has carnal desires that have to be taken care of or else he will lose his mind. Go ahead, brat off to him, especially when he’s in a bad mood. Your ass will be covered in bruises from how hard he slaps it. No amount of crying or begging will make him ease up either. You asked for this when you decided to get on his last nerve.

“Hold fucking still and count. Fuck it up again and we start from the beginning, am I clear? I can’t hear you, slut.”

☠ Breathplay- Xiao enjoys the finer things in life such as watching you struggle to breathe as his fingers close around your neck. The slight look of panic in your eyes is something that only he wants to see. He’ll be damned if anyone else gets to see you in your most vulnerable state.

“Look at you. I can’t believe you enjoy this. You’re shaking your head? Bullshit, baby. Your pussy is sucking me in more with every finger I tighten.”

𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔

🔥 Daddy kink- He will deny and deny this until the day he dies. Well…. To anyone except you. The first time he heard you moan out ‘daddy’ he almost came right then and there. Something about the way it sounded so damn innocent coming from your lips. He takes his role very seriously, too. If you have any type of regression, such as age regression, he’ll have an entire plan written out for himself on what you need. Now, if it’s just a kinky thing you say in bed, he’s completely down for it. Whisper it in his ear while riding him, it’ll make him actually growl.

“That’s my pretty princess. Come undone for daddy.. Just like that f-fuck.. So fucking pretty under me, princess. Always so fucking good for daddy..”

🔥 Strength kink- Yes, Diluc loves how easily he can pick you up and fuck you on any wall in his manor. Full nelson? Say less. It also gives him the perfect view of his cock pummeling your abused hole. You’re squirming too much for his liking? He can easily pin your arms above your head with only one hand.

“Fine, if you won’t hold still then I’ll just hold you down until I’ve had my fun. Don’t worry, princess, I would never let you go without. Leave it all to daddy.”

🔥 Face sitting- What could destress this hard working man after being a bartender, the Darknight hero, and dealing with the Winery? The love of his life sitting on their throne of course. It’s his favorite activity before bed time. The way your body trembles as his tongue explores you slowly has his hips thrusting without any stimulation for himself. He’ll have you coming undone on his face multiple times before he considers giving you a break. After all, this is meant as his stress relief.

“That’s it, cum all over my face princess. Fuuuuck, just like that. Good fucking girl. Wanna give me one more? Who am I kidding, of course you do.”

𝔹𝕒𝕚𝕫𝕙𝕦

⚘ Aphrodisiacs- It would be a travesty if this man didn’t enjoy getting you high and having sex. Now, he doesn’t give you just any random thing he buys from a ‘street vendor’ as he so kindly calls them. He makes his own concoctions behind closed doors and consensually feeds it to you at dinner time. When you’re in this state he also tends to take everything slowly, letting you drown in pleasure.

“Yes.. you like this don’t you? Does it feel good, darling? Want me to stop? Ah.. no worries, I’ll continue. Be patient my dear.”

⚘ Somnophilia- He spends a lot of time taking care of Qiqi, running the pharmacy, picking herbs, making medicines and poultices.. Yeah he tends to knock the hell out the moment he gets home. Once Qiqi is in her bed asleep, why don’t you slide under the covers and wake him up with a surprise? Surely he deserves it after all of the hard work he's been doing.

“H-huh? What’s this, darling? You wanted to surprise me? My my.. How lucky can one man get. Don’t let me stop you now.”

⚘ Soft sex- I can’t really see him as too overly kinky. I think over ninety percent of the time he wants to hold you close and kiss your face as the two of you are intertwined. Afterwards he loves to hold you for a few hours before he actually drifts to sleep. You just mean the world to him and he’s determined to show you that.

“So pretty.. How am I so blessed t-to have you in my life. I love you so so much my darling..”

𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖

★ Mommy kink- You can’t tell me this guy doesn’t have one. Come on. He acts very tough, and I know Harbinger blah blah blah, but there’s no way this man wants someone to submit to him in bed. I fully believe that he would bend over a table and grip the edge as you ram a strap into him. Don’t expect him to be quiet about it though.

“A-Ah! M-mommy y-you’re so d-deep inside-! W-want more.. Please fuck me d-deeper..”

★ Brat- Now I’m not sure if this is truly a kink, but still. This man has the brattiest mouth out of all of these characters. He’ll push your buttons all day in the worst ways possible just so you’ll come home and punish him. No, he doesn’t necessarily call it a punishment either.

“Y-you think this hurts? You obviously don’t know- Shit!! F-fuck.. I-I’m sorry p-please.. Have mercy..”

★ Impact play- Slap this boy in the face while railing him and his eyes will cross from the stimulation. If you can’t get to his face, his ass is a perfect place to leave dark red handprints. He loves feeling them as he works through the day.

“Please m-mommy.. Slap me again.. Want to feel your hand on me for a week.. Slap me like a stupid little whore..”

ℤ𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚

⚰ Marking- He’s over 6000 years old. Zhongli knows what he wants out of a relationship, and he’ll be damned if he lets anyone else look at you the way he does. Early in your relationship he would show you’re his by simply placing an arm on your waist. Then it evolved into him biting into your neck with his dragon-like fangs. Eventually you gave him permission to brand you on your hip with a geo symbol. He still finds it hard to resist leaving more intimate marks on your neck, so you never deny his advances.

“There we go, my love. I love seeing how pretty you look with my marks decorating your skin. It’s like you’re a night sky with many stars..”

⚰ Size kink- This man can shift into part DRAGON. Of course, after a while he’s going to be curious and frankly you are too. However, you already have a hard enough time taking him when he’s in his human form! He hates admitting that seeing you absolutely struggle just to take him to the hilt makes a sense of pride flow through his body. Don’t even get him started on the bulge that forms when he’s finally deep inside of you. He swears if he came that deep you would end up pregnant instantly. One the two of you decide to try out having sex with him a bit… bigger… he takes things as slow as possible, praising you for every little bit you took. Once fully sheathed, he swore he could see himself pulsing through your abdomen.

“By the seven.. Love, you are incredible. You’re so tight around my cock.. Do you like being filled up this much? You like it when I stretch your pussy beyond what it should do and fuck you until you pass out? You don’t know about that, huh? Well, we should see what happens then..”

⚰ Worship kink- Not to be that cliche, but come on. This goes both ways and completely makes sense. You’re his everything. He praises the ground you walk on. On chilly days he gives you his coat, makes you tea and rubs your stiff shoulders. He wants you to feel like a goddess inside of her temple. Now, that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t appreciate a bit of worship himself. Get on your knees and kiss around his adonis belt. Tell him just how perfectly sculpted he is. Lay yourself on the bed as an offering and allow this god to show you what perfect little disciples get.

“Look at you, worshipping a God in the mortal world. So beautiful.. Lay on our bed and spread your legs my dear. Tonight is about worshipping your divine body.”

Taglist: @dreamyyholland, @sadpsychologist, @cherrytomato2, @katgalle, @kentosovertime, @roughwithfluff

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mercurygguk · 4 years ago

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winter soldier | jjk

genre; winter soldier/avengers au, angst/smut/fluff

pairing; winter soldier!jungkook x avenger!female reader

summary; the love of your life died during ww2, they honored his death. you had never imagined you’d ever see him again until you’d join him in death, but here he is and he’s trying to kill you. he’s not himself at all. you, however, insist that the man you used to know is still in there somewhere.

word count; 6,764

warnings; descriptions of war/battle/fight scenes, descriptions of scars, the rest of the avengers joins the party, reader is like Cap A but not like Cap A, you know??, jungkook looking hella hot with his long hair and steel arm, inspiration from ‘captain america: winter soldier’, swearing, SMUT; explicit sexual activities, oral (f. receiving), love making at its highest- nothing kinky, just plain ol’ sex

a/n; okay so um, i’m binge-watching the avengers movies atm and i was watching Captain America: Winter Soldier. i kid you not, throughout the entire movie i was imagining what jungkook would look like as the winter soldier- jungkook combined with superheroes is like the perfect story, amirite?? ;)) enjoy!

ps. once again, i didn’t proof read so ignore my possible mistakes lol

(for reference, this is what jungkook’s hair looks like in this fic)

War.

Terrorizing. Horrifying. Absolutely petrifying.

There are several words to use when talking about it, describing it, reliving it. Once you’ve experienced it, it will haunt you till the day you die and even beyond that. There isn’t much positive to take from it, not many positive memories come to you as you think back to the time during war. Only one positive memory returns to you from those dark times...

Him.

Him who did not fit in with the military services due to his lack of strength and speed. Him who never let anyone step upon him and evolved with the job. Him who never backed down from a challenge or an order given from the highest ranks. Him who had braveness unlike anyone, loyalty like no other, a will to fight for what’s worth it and to win. Him who made you fall for him without meaning to. Him who promised he would always come back to you, no matter what happened.

And then one day he didn’t. They had told you he went down in the fight, died for his country, for his team. He hadn’t hesitated to sacrifice himself, thrown himself towards the threat in the hopes of ending it for everyone once and for all. That he did. He killed himself in the process of saving everyone else.

A hero is what they had called him. Honored his name, saluting as they all stood facing his military photograph, serious faces and emotionless eyes all over. Tears had filled your eyes that day, but they didn't fall. You refused to let them. There was no way you would cry because of a liar. A coward, really. Anger kept you going, anger aimed at him. A rage so intense that you would convince yourself that you hated him. Some people would call you selfish, selfish for hating a man who sacrificed himself for everyone else. They were right. You were selfish. But love makes you selfish, and you loved him. So ridiculously much.

Years later, decades into the new century he remains as a positive yet heartbreaking and frustrating memory in your mind and heart. You haven’t aged a day thanks to the advanced technology and the project you offered to be the experiment of, in the end of the war. After his death and the war seeming more out of control than ever, you thought there wasn’t much more to live for, so you volunteered. A successful masterpiece, professor Kim had said as you regained consciousness on the lab table. You were his greatest, most succeeded experiment. You still are, except for the fact that Kim Namjoon is no longer walking among people on earth.

Now you’re living as the successful masterpiece he has created. Stronger, faster – young too even though your real age is something near 98. It doesn’t show. You look like any other 23-year-old but with extraordinary strength and speed. Being a part of a team as the Avengers truly has given you a meaning of life, a purpose that you didn’t feel you had before joining this outstanding team of superheroes as some would call you.

But as you stand here, in the middle of a battlefield that is scarily similar to those back in the 1940’s, you feel small. Gunshots fire around you, flying past your head and ringing in your ears. Explosions going off from the shots fired by Stark, Iron Man as he’s known as. The grounds breaking from the power of Thor’s hammer, the bad guys falling like flies in the hands of Widow. You’re watching it all unfold, breathing for a split second as robots are charging at you with red, glowing eyes.

For God’s sake, just how many of these are there?

Keeping yourself from rolling your eyes in pure annoyance, you set off running towards them with an unmatched speed, fists up and ready to take them out. One goes down after another, surrendering to your very angry, very powerful fists. Your patience is running thin as the robots keep appearing from left and right, setting their focus on you as demanded by whoever’s controlling them. A person you haven’t managed to find yet, but determined to hunt down and put a bullet through their head.

“Hey, Thor!” You call out to the nordic God flying around you, punching fists through robots and throwing his hammer at them. He glances your way, finding you surrounded by robots, too many for you to fight by yourself. “A lil hand here?”

He nods in response, immediately dropping to the ground and plunging his hammer into the asphalt on the ground, lightning seeping through the ground and into the robots, taking them down and splitting them in half. Thor throws a smug smirk at you before turning back around to fight another round of robots. You roll your eyes, about to run off when shots are being fired at you.

“Shit!” You hiss, running to hide behind a tipped-over truck while fishing out a gun from the strap around your thigh. You lean out, aiming in the direction of the shots. There is a man with long, dark hair, a black mask covering half his face and a silver arm that does not look familiar at all. The mysterious man steps onto the railing of the bridge he fired shots from, hard glare focused on you as he steps out and lets himself fall to the ground beneath the bridge. He lands on his feet, supporting himself with the silver fist into the asphalt. He stands to his height, walking straight towards you and leaving a mark in the asphalt where he had landed. Your eyes widen as he holds up a machine gun, opening fire at you as you scramble to run off while loading more shots into your gun.

Peeking around the corner of the brick building you’re hiding behind, you hold your gun up to aim at him. You fire a bullet, hitting his silver arm. He doesn’t budge, the bullet not even leaving a bump in the silver.

“What the-” you gape, firing shots again. He holds his silver hand up, the bullets bouncing off like they’re made of cotton, still walking towards you with eyes focused on you. There’s something about him that seems familiar – maybe his build? Or the way he walks? Or was it the slightly curly hair on top of his head? You can’t quite pin it as you watch him get closer, fists clenched tightly at his sides as if he’s ready to throw punches at you. You contemplate running to him, throwing the first punch at him before he gets to you. There is a slight hesitancy in your body as you can’t shake off how awfully familiar he seems the closer he gets to you. Knowing what the right thing to do is, you step out from your hiding spot, collecting all strength as you charge at him. A yell of anger and confusion rumbles from your chest as you jump on the last step, fist pulled back only for it to be forced forward and into the center of the mysterious man’s chest.

He stumbles back slightly, gaining his balance quickly before he steps closer, throwing a punch at you as well. You dodge, throwing your leg into his side in a strong kick. He grunts as he catches your leg, pulling on it to force you towards him. You ram into him, his clenched fist connecting with your jaw. You groan in pain as you fall to the ground, landing before his feet. Squinting at him, you watch as he kneels down over you, holding you down against the ground. As he stares at you, raising his hand to deliver a punch to your face again, you realize it as your eyes meet his. You gasp softly, not believing the sight in front of you. It’s a known fact that you would recognize those deep, brown eyes anywhere in any given moment.

“J-Jungkook?”

The sound of your voice, the sound of his name falling from your lips has him freezing for a split second. His eyes shift between yours as he slowly begins to sink his fist. But not even seconds later he’s raising his fist again and that’s when you can tell that he does not recognize you. He is looking at you as if you’re a complete stranger, like he didn’t spend the last year of his life telling you that he loved you more than life itself.

His gaze fills with the only feeling he feels, hatred. He moves to force his silver fist down and into your face, a face he used to call beautiful as he traced his finger tips along the edges. You barely dodge it, trying your very best to meet his eyes again as you call his name.

“Jungkook!” You fight the tears that are brimming your eyes as you continue to dodge his hits the best you can, “Hey! It’s me!”

He’s not holding off, continuing to throw punches at you and hitting the asphalt as you squirm in between his thighs. He’s impeccably strong, the asphalt cracking under the jabs of his fists. His thighs are keeping you in place as he pins you to the ground, your arms locked along your sides. You know he’ll punch you to death if you don’t get inside his head. It seems nearly impossible as his eyes are trained on you, emotionless and angry, only a small glimt of the man you used to know in them.

“____! Might wanna duck down a bit,” Tony shouts as he flies in your direction, his glowing hand aimed at Jungkook.

Your eyes widen in horror as you scramble together all the strength you have, throwing Jungkook off you and away from the deathly ray of light coming from Tony’s palm.

“No!”

The shot hits the asphalt a few meters away from you, nearly grazing Jungkook but it doesn’t, thankfully. Tony is shocked as he comes to a halt in the air, staring between Jungkook and you. You wave a hand at him. “I got him,” you assure him as you pant out breaths of air, nodding towards Widow and Thor, “go help the others.”

The man in the iron suit in front of you seems to hesitate for a second as he looks at you. He catches the pleading look on your face, glancing back at Jungkook for a moment before nodding at you once and flying in the direction of Widow and Thor, aiming his shots at the robots that are still coming from all sides. You turn your attention back to Jungkook, the body of the love of your life but not the eyes or mind of him.

“Jungkook,” you try again, slowly stepping closer as he stays still, slightly shocked that you had saved him from Iron Man’s deadly shot, “it’s me, ____.”

You’re begging, tone pleading him and hands up in surrender as you slowly step closer to him. He’s breathing hard, chest rising and falling in deep breaths. His eyes are dark, cold and distant as you get even closer. He’s frozen in his spot. He seems confused behind that hard expression, confused because you look less terrified than you did before realizing who he is. He doesn’t flinch or move away from your hand as it inches closer to his face, reaching for the black mask on his face.

“Hey,” you softly say, hesitating to touch him as you let a single tear escape and roll down your cheek. Something flashes in his eyes as he looks into your wet eyes, a small hint of recognition, familiarity too. Maybe he remembers. You hope he does. He lets you pull the black mask off completely, the strong line of his jaw appearing in front of you as well as his pink lips you used to kiss so often in that hidden place you liked to meet almost every night. “It’s me,” you whisper, “it’s ____.”

You’re afraid you’re imagining things as tears build up in the corner of his eyes, his jaw tightening. It’s too much for him. The memories returning with full force, the emotions filling his chest and warming it for the first time in 70 years. He wants to cry. He doesn’t know whether it's happiness because you’re right here in front of him, after he thought he would never get to see you again as he took his last breath back in 1944, or sadness because he’s well aware that he almost killed you if you hadn’t pushed him off you.

“____?” His voice betrays him as it cracks, your name coming out in a croaked voice. More tears escape as you hear your name falling from his lips for the first time since that morning in the military camp where he said ‘see you soon’ and then never returned. He freezes as you throw yourself at him, arms wrapped around him as you pull him closer in a tight hug. The sniffles and muffled cries you let out breaks his emotionless, cold heart and filling it with a warmth he hasn’t felt in so long. A tear escapes from the corner of his eye as he lets his own arms snake their way around your waist, hugging you just as tight as you hug him.

Relief.

That’s what he’s feeling.

Jungkook wanders around inside Stark’s office, eyes exploring things as he calmly runs his silver hand over them. You watch him from a few feet away, arms crossed over your chest. Worry is filling your entire body as his back is turned to you. He still doesn’t seem like himself. There is something about him that makes you anxious, something about him makes you wonder if he’ll turn at any moment, falling back into whatever sort of amnesia he has been experiencing for the past decades.

You jump in surprise when the door opens beside you, revealing Tony. He notices your jumbled state, giving you a small, half smile. You turn your eyes back to Jungkook who’s picking at an ancient-looking sculpture on Tony’s desk causing Tony to take a step closer.

“Hey! Buddy!” He calls out, catching Jungkook’s attention. “Don’t touch that, please. It’s antique.”

Jungkook steps away from the desk, hands up in mock surrender, emptiness in his eyes as if he couldn’t care less about Tony’s antique sculpture. No one really cared about that sculpture. It’s doomed to break at some point when it’s placed in his office, in the Avengers building.

“Tony,” you catch the attention of the older man, looking straight at him with hopeful, desperate eyes, “can you help him?”

He turns to face Jungkook, looking him over from head to toe. “Friday, give me a scan of whatever’s controlling Jungkook.”

Anticipated, you wait while biting a nail. Jungkook doesn’t move an inch as Friday scans him for anything to help Tony figure out a way to help. He’s glancing from Tony to you, his eyes meeting yours. Seconds. It takes seconds from his stare meeting yours to something flicking behind his dark brown irises, something inside of him snapping like the tips of someone’s fingers. Your eyes widen in panic as you move to stand between Tony and Jungkook.

“Tony!” You shout, moving fast as you try to get in between the two men. Tony has already activated his iron hand, catching Jungkook’s silver fist right before it hits him square in the face. You come to a halt, staring in surprise as Tony tightens his hold on Jungkook’s fist, forcing him to the ground. “Tony, please, don’t hurt him. He’s not in his right mind!”

“Oh, really?” Tony scoffs, sarcasm dripping from each word. A small yelp leaves your mouth as Tony kicks his knee up under Jungkook’s jaw, knocking him out. Jungkook falls limp to the floor, eyes closed as he’s kicked unconscious by Tony. You kneel down beside him, brushing his long strands of hair out of his face. He looks peaceful as he lays there, completely unconscious, and yet there’s a furrowed look on his face, like he’s never free from whatever that is controlling him. You sigh deeply, head dropping as you cradle Jungkook’s hand in your own. Tony’s palm rests on your shoulder. You glance up at him. He gives you a small, reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry, we’ll help him,” he tells you. You nod, knowing he spoke the truth.

“Thank you.”

The frustrated look and furrowed eyebrows are gone. He looks genuinely peaceful this time, long lashes resting on the top of his cheeks as he rests beneath the sheets on your bed. You can’t help yourself as you reach out, palm cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing over his cheekbone in a soft caress. Hopefully you’ll have the love of your life back once he wakes up from the deep sleep Tony put him in.

You’re about to move away, retrieving your hand from his cheek just as you hear him whimper softly. Turning back to him, you watch as his lower lip begins to quiver, eyebrows furrowed tightly together. “No,” he whimpers again, head shaking in his sleep. “Please, no! Don’t!”

Worry fills you once again as you sit on the edge of the bed beside him, hands cupping his face between them. “Jungkook,” you softly call, trying your best to wake him without startling him. “Jungkook, my love, please wake up. Please!”

Startled, you gasp as his eyes shoot open, his lips parting as he gasps for air. He’s looking right into your startled, widened eyes. It takes a minute for him to realize who you are and where he is, the surroundings not seeming familiar at all, but it feels nice. The aura, the warmth and the dimmed lighting in the bedroom where he’s tucked under the sheets.

“Hey,” you breathe out as you smile, not sure what to say to him. Tony had made sure to help him, get whatever that was controlling him out of him, his head to himself now and slowly filling with memories, both good and bad ones. “How are you feeling?”

He groans as he moves to sit up. You help him straighten up, making sure he has a pillow for his back as he leans back against the head of the bed. He closes his eyes tightly together as he drops his head back, still trying to calm his erratic breathing. You sit back in the chair you had pulled to the bedside when you got here.

“I feel…” he begins, words feeling foreign on his tongue as he speaks with a croaking voice. He sighs deeply. This is a lot for his head to take in in just one day. “I feel like my head is about to explode.”

Your smile is careful as you look at him. “Makes sense,” you softly say, watching him glance at his arm only to notice the silver is still there, like he had hoped it would be gone. It’s easy to tell the arm itself is a symbol of a very dark time as he looks at it and then looks away from it. He isn’t fond of the silver arm, obviously having a love-hate relationship with it as it has given him power and strength he never had to begin with and problems he never voluntarily wanted in the first place. There’s pain in his eyes as he glances at you, shame as he cowers under your gaze.

You frown deeply. “What happened to you?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper. He closes his eyes, not really wishing to go back to those dark times where his life was saved and changed for the worse. The dark times where he became a shadow of himself and a manipulated soldier, brainwashed to take orders from others.

“I, uh, I don’t think-“ he stumbles over his words.

You place your hand over his actual hand, your thumb brushing the skin there. He glances at where you’re touching him before looking up at you. You’re hurting, it’s easy to see. It’s not your own pain though, it’s his. You’re feeling pain for him, hurting because he went through things he never should have, things where death would’ve been much less painful. You want to kiss him, kiss it all better if that was possible.

“You can tell me,” you whisper, pleading him to confide in you, to tell you what happened to him all those years ago.

He sighs deeply, turning his hand over to wrap it around yours. A rush runs through your stomach as he grips onto your hand with a hold so tight that you find yourself promising him silently that you’ll never let go again by giving his hand a small squeeze.

“They found me a few days later,” he starts, gaze focusing on the way yours and his fingers intertwine with each other like they’re meant to do it, “in the ruins of buildings. I-I wasn’t fully awake when they did, only just coming to my senses again after the explosion that was meant to kill me.”

You’re focusing on his hand in yours now, not able to look into his eyes as he tells the story of how he ended up here, 70 years later, and still looking like himself but with longer hair and impeccable strength.

“I didn’t recognize them. They wouldn’t tell me anything. They took me to this place, a bunker or something like that. There was this huge laboratory inside with equipment way ahead of its time,” he looks confused as he relives the horrifying moments, “I was placed in a chair and the next thing I know they’re sawing my arm off-“

You whimper. “Oh, god,” tears dwell in your eyes as you grip his hand tightly.

“____, I have never felt as much pain as I did that day,” he looks you straight in the eye, the pain from that day flashing over his face as he recalls it, the feeling of it. “And all I could think about while they turned me into this- this monster… was that I lied to you.”

You shake your head in denial. “No, Jungkook,” you whisper, “you couldn’t know. You couldn’t.”

He offers you a small half-smile, remorse covering his features as he reaches up with his silver hand, careful as he lets the fingertips of it brush your hair out of your face.

“I’m sorry I gave you an empty promise,” he whispers, silver fingertips brushing against the side of your face. You cover it with your own hand, letting him cup your face in the cold silver. He leans closer, hissing lightly as pain shoots up the side of his torso. “I’m sorry that I didn’t come back to you like I promised.”

“You did though,” you sigh deeply, resting your forehead against his. “You’re right here.”

He nods softly, his eyes shifting between yours.. “and I won’t leave again,” he assures you before hesitating, shrugging as he adds; “unless you want me to.”

You chuckle through the tears that had built up in your eyes. He’s smiling at you as you reach up to cup his face in your palms, brushing your thumb across his cheeks. He’s watching you, still not quite believing that you’re here with him. After so long. 70 years of wondering if you’re still alive. 70 long years of wondering where you were in the world. 70 unbearable years of longing for your touch, your soft, plump lips that made his heart stop beating for a few seconds each time they would touch his in a kiss.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you,” he whispers into the small gap of air space between you and him. “Each time I’d return from a mission and become myself again after being under mind-control, you were the first thing on my mind. To be honest, I don’t think you ever left it. You’ve always been there with me, in the deepest parts of my consciousness. You kept me sane during the missions, kept me from forgetting myself completely.”

Listening intently, you close your eyes as your thumbs continue to brush over the skin on his cheeks. He continues, a deep sigh falling from his lips and clashing against yours causing goosebumps to rise upon your body. You’re shocked that you have gone this far without smothering him in kisses. You don’t want to risk anything, waiting patiently for him to make the first move in the direction of more physical affection, whether it’s a touch of his hand, a hug or more.

“And when I realized it was you earlier today...” his voice cracks, “when I realized I almost killed you- I don’t think I can ever forgive myself for that.”

“You can and you will,” you softly tell him, the undertone of your voice stern, “you didn’t kill me. You wouldn’t. You were gonna recognize me sooner or later.”

He exhales shakily. “You don’t know that,” he almost snaps, eyes closed tightly as he drops his silver hand from your face. He pulls away from your touch, the warmth of him disappearing the further he moves away. He’s not looking at you. Tears are threatening to spill as you stare back at him, lips slightly parted as you want to speak up. You want to tell him he’s wrong, but you already know that he will not take your words for what they are. He, and you, know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t pushed him off when you did.

“You’re right,” you say, catching his attention again. He barely glances at you, noticing the small remnants of tears in your eyes before looking back at his silver hand, clenching and unclenching it. A tear rolls down your cheek. “You’re so right, Jungkook. I don’t know if you would or not.”

You get up from the chair you’ve been sitting in since you brought him back to your apartment. Jungkook still refuses to look at you as you move onto the bed, crawling closer to him. You don’t hesitate as you lay a hand on his shoulder and throw a leg over his to straddle his lap. He finally looks at you, eyes slightly widened at your actions. His eyes meet teary ones again, his silver arm moving out of an old habit as he reaches up to wipe your tears away.

“But I like to think you would.”

Your lips press against his before he can reply to your words. Jungkook gasps and then grunts in response as you press your mouth to his, desperately and needy. His body freezes beneath you as you kiss him, tasting his lips for the first time in an unbearably long time. It takes him a while to realize that you’re kissing him, finally kissing you back as he cradles you in his arms, pulling you closer to his chest. The silver arm keeps a tight grip around your waist, holding you in place as the other runs up your thigh.

Pulling away, you gasp for air, letting your forehead rest against his. Jungkook is breathing heavily, his breath once again clashing against yours as you both catch your breath. Your eyes meet, seconds after he’s kissing you again, your tank top riding up as the silver arm keeps you tight against him. The silver touching your skin causes goosebumps to cover your skin, a chill running up your spine as you cup his face. His tongue licks against your bottom lip, you let him in. A moan escapes your lips as his tongue touches yours.

“I’ve been holding myself back ever since you woke up,” you whisper against his lips, making him smile as his hands slide under your top, pushing it up before pulling it over your head completely. You return to his lips, catching them with your own as you reach for the hem of his t-shirt. He helps you pull it off, your mind elsewhere as you throw it onto the floor. Your hands rake down his body, over the tensing muscles of his abdomen as he moves his kisses down your cheek and further under your jaw. Your breathing is ragged as you pull away, only a few inches so you can glance down at his torso. The sight horrifies you, your fingertips brushing over scars and healed wounds.

“Oh my god,” you whisper as you glance up at Jungkook, his eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before you look back at his chest. Your eyes wander, over his both small and larger scars to his silver arm. You feel your heart tightening as you take in the way the silver arm is sewed onto his body. You hesitate to reach up, Jungkook’s eyes on you as you let your shaking fingertips brush over the burned, scarred skin that keeps the silver arm attached. “I- This…”

His human hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb caressing your skin. “I know,” he agrees without hearing the rest of the sentence. You look back at him, finding relief in his eyes as you rest your palms against his chest. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” he then says.

“They literally cut off your arm,” you point out, shaking your head in disbelief. You can’t even imagine how much pain he must’ve been in when they did this to him. “I wish I could have spared you this pain, spared you the torture you went through.”

He smiles softly. “I know, ____. But there's no way you possibly could’ve.”

You're carefully running your pointer finger along one of his scars when you look up at him, eyelashes framing your eyes so perfectly. He thinks you’re absolutely beautiful, even more so than the last time he saw you. You can’t do anything to stop the words that tumble from your lips next.

“I love you so much, Jungkook.”

His breathing stops for a second, his heart skipping a beat. He hasn’t heard those words since 1944. He didn’t even hear those words that morning you had sent him off, he hadn’t said those words when he promised to return. He should have. That way you’d never be in doubt of his love. He wonders if you’ve loved him since or if there has been anyone else in the meantime to love you the way he should’ve.

Silently, you watch him as his thoughts run one hundred miles per hour. Your palms are sliding from his chest to his shoulders and further up his neck to cup his face again. The love he feels is evident in his eyes as he focuses on you.

“I love you,” he whispers, carefully turning you over onto your back only for him to hover over you. You’re watching him, tingling in your stomach as you hear the words fall from his lips. He returns to kissing you, kissing the skin on your cheek, your neck and further down to the very top of your chest, right beneath the collarbones. He glances up at you as he kisses his way down the valley of your bra-covered chest. “I didn’t say it enough back then,” he mouths against your skin, another round of goosebumps rising beneath his lips, “I should have said it more. I’m sorry.”

You exhale deeply, arching your back into his touch as he reaches your navel and moves even further down to the waistband of your pants, your spandex pants that you so elegantly wear whenever you have a mission with the Avengers.

“Stop apologizing,” you breathe out, eyes closed as you succumb to his touch. The silver hand brushes over your stomach as it runs up to your chest, unclasping your bra on the front. It falls to the sides, revealing your perky nipples to the crisp air. You gasp softly as a silver hand brushes over both, the cold steel doing nothing but erecting them even more. “I've always hated it when you apologize.”

He smirks softly against your lower stomach, pressing one last kiss to the skin there before pulling the silver hand down to pull off your pants, and panties too. The pants are barely on the floor before he returns to your lower abdomen, kisses being spread across your hip bones and pubic bone. You reach down to tangle your fingers in his long hair as he runs his hands up the inside of your thighs. He spreads your legs, revealing your throbbing core to him.

“God, I missed this,” he breathed out, the air of his words hitting your wet folds. “Having you like this, all to myself.”

You whine from above him. “Jungkook,” you whimper, “please.”

It doesn’t take more for him to lean closer, tongue licking a stripe up between your folds and to your clit, his silver arm sliding across your abdomen to keep you down as he eats you out for the first time in decades. One would think he had lost his touch and knowledge of a woman’s body, but you can say that he certainly didn’t as he roots himself between your legs, tongue licking your wetness and prodding at the entrance.

“Oh god,” you moan, softly gasping for air as his human hand rests on top of your one thigh, fingers digging into the flesh there. You’re in heaven, on the ninth cloud as he slurps your arousal, licking your folds and clit as if his life depended on it. “Fuck, Jungkook!”

The sound of your name toppling from your lips as he hits a certain nerve makes his body flush with a warmth he almost forgot what feels like. You’re writhing in the tight hold of his silver arm, squirming as he licks you to your release. The orgasm is approaching fast and hard, Jungkook being the sole reason for it. No one could ever get you there as fast as him.

“I’m s-so close- oh!,” you pant, your walls clenching as Jungkook’s actual fingers slide into you. He pumps his hand in and out of you in a pace that is perfectly building up your orgasm. He takes nothing but a glance into his eyes as he leans down to softly kiss your clit that you’re toppling over, hitting the wall of your orgasm. “J-jungkook, my god!”

You jerk away as he leans forward, tongue licking up your release, tasting it on his taste buds. He hums with a small smile as he glances up at you, loving the way your eyes are almost bulging out of your head at the sight of him between your thighs. It takes nothing more than a few seconds before you shitting up, Jungkook meeting you halfway in a kiss. Tongues clash against each other, the taste of you on his tongue as he kisses you deeply, needingly.

“Please fuck me,” you mumble in between kisses, a desperate whining tone attached to your words. “Make love to me, Jungkook.”

He seals your words with a kiss, giving you a silent promise of doing just that. As if he’d lick you out and that would be it. No way.

You watch, teeth biting into your bottom lip, as he gets off the bed to remove the sweatpants you had dressed him in when you got back, getting him out of those military pants with belts and buckles all over them. His cock springs free, slaps against his abdomen as it stands proud into the air. A rush runs through your stomach at the sight, mouth slightly watering. Once the sweatpants and his boxers lie on the floor by his feet, he crawls back onto the bed. He moves closer, pushing you back onto your back as he hovers over you. You’re glancing at his silver arm for a mere split second, your hair reaching up to run along the hard edges of it. Jungkook can’t feel your touch but he’d like to imagine that he can as he watches your palm brushing over and further up to the nape of his neck. His eyes move back to lock with yours. You’re looking at him just like you did that last night of intimacy you had back in 1944, the night before he was sent off on a deathly mission. A huge wave of emotions hits him as he glances from your eyes to your lips and back again.

“I love you,” he softly says, eyebrows furrowed together as he looks at you, “so much, ____.”

You smile, pulling him down to meet you in a kiss. The kisses are soft, tender even as he reaches down to line himself up with your entrance. You gasp into his mouth as the tip of his cock prods at your folds. A hand of yours tangles back into his locks as he pushes inside, the tightness overwhelming for the both of you. He rests his forehead against yours, your breaths clashing together between you as he buries himself to the hilt.

“Shit,” he hisses, glancing down at your connecting hips. “Can i move?”

You nod your head, whispering, “yes.”

Jungkook watches the way your eyes roll to the back of your head as he pulls out and pushes back in, the sight causing him to do it again and again, wanting to see you lose yourself and succumb to the feeling of his cock brushing against your walls.

“Oh fuck!” You gasp as he gives you a particularly hard thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin as he hits that exact spot that makes you whimper out a soft, whiny moan. You’re clawing at his shoulders, his neck and chest as he sets a rhythm, keeping it steady as he grinds into you. He grabs your leg with his silver hand, helping you to wrap it around his waist. The other follows suit, locking with your other behind his back. He hits deep inside of you, his veiny cock sliding against your walls so deliciously.

It’s like that last night you had with him all over again just with more longing and more desperate kisses. Your stomach tingles with the overwhelming amount of emotions you’re feeling in this exact moment as you look up at him – his long hair slightly damp at the roots, his toned chest glistening in sweat as he works you both to a release, to a high you’re both so desperately in the need of.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans as you unawarely clench around his length, his head dropping to your shoulder. “Don’t do that or I’ll cum right now.”

“Sorry!” You squeak, chuckling as he eyes you with a small smirk. God, you wanna ride him so badly. “Oh, Jungkook,” you moan breathily as he hits your spot again. He’s watching you, eyes running over your face as it contorts in pure pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he grunts, leaning up on his hands to get a better angle. He rams his hips into you, his strength coming to show as he thrusts into you harder than ever before. The power of his thrusts have you seeing stars as your second orgasm nears you. Jungkook can feel it as you clinch repeatedly around him. He won’t last much longer if you continue to do that.

High pitched moans tumble from your parted lips as he speeds up his movements, desperately trying to get you over the edge before he topples over himself. Your nails are digging into his shoulders as you reach your high, the orgasm hitting you like a bullet.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan, breathing ragged as he continues to fuck you to get himself to cum. His breathing is uneven, not matching his thrusts as all as he moves in and out a few more times before stilling inside of you, spilling his load and painting your walls inside.

“Fuck, I love you,” he breathes out as he drops his forehead to your collarbone. You’re smiling widely as you run your fingers from his shoulders and up into his hair. He lifts his head to look at you as you push his long, brown hair out of his face. You know him too well when he gives you a look, a small smirk on his lips. A joke is coming. You can just feel it. And you can’t help but grin at him as everything feels exactly like 1944 again. Also, you want to punch him for his next words:

“Not too bad for a 98-year-old, huh?”

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odetodilfs · 2 years ago

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Fixing the truck

Now this fic is more based on game Joel Miller, so just a heads up, even if I prefer Pedro's Miller.

Request of @filifuck

Pairings: Joel Miller x m!reader Warnings: Just some sweat and some teasing, that's all.

Joel had spent all morning since 7 o clock fixed on his truck, trying to fix it of a leak or some sort, you were amazed how your boyfriend could spend so many hours fixing a car, and how he knew how they worked. But now it was 1pm and it was a very hot summer day, so you decided to bring him water and try to convince him to take a rest.

You walked to where he was working, and there he was, absolutely drenched in sweat, tired expression on his face, shirt that was about to start dripping if he didn’t take it off, “Hey darling” you said with a smile, lifting the glass of water towards him, he smiled and went over to you and leaned in to kiss you, “If you don’t wipe the sweat off your face I’m not kissing you” you crossed your arms and closed your eyes, “Hm, I find it hard to believe you’re saying that, considering you lick the sweat off my chest when we fuck,” he got you good there, you opened your mouth to speak, “Sh, it’s okay” he said, taking the water, and just as you let your guard down, he gave you a peck on the cheek, “Ugh, Joel!” you said, “I like to see you annoyed,” he smirked, “Well I like seeing you mad” you smirked back, “Hm, go ahead, try to make me mad baby,” “Well, I think you probably wouldn’t be strong enough to rip your shirt,” you said, you wanted him to unknowingly give you a show, “Oh, I can prove that right now…” he said, taking the collar in his hands and pulling.

He tensed his arms and somehow, a loud ripping sound followed, his muscles working overtime to break the wet fabric, the way his biceps bulged and the way even more sweat dripped from his head, until finally, he broke it, “Hm, you were saying?” he smirked at you, “That was… strangely hot” you were blushing, not sure if it was from the heat or from Joel or both, “Hm, turned you on huh?” “Yeah” you almost whimpered, you were so. Damn. Close to jumping on him, laying him down on the floor and riding his dick, but suddenly, he pinned you to a wall, and started rubbing your hard cock through your pants, “Definitely turned you on hm?” he smirked, you leaned in and kissed him hard on the lips, his soft beard against your face, “Joel- please-” “Shh- I know baby, I know” he said as he picked you up and placed you on the back of his pickup truck, “If the truck can take how fucking hard I’m about to fuck you baby, then it means it will be able to stand anything” he muttered against your neck, you whimpered at his words, his wet chest hair rubbing against your own chest.

“Shit, let me look for lube,” he said, finding a container of vaseline, “is this good enough?” he asked, he was so horny yet he still cared so much for your wellbeing.

“Fuck, Joel, yes- I need you in me” you moaned, you were desperate for his dick, “We’re rather eager today huh?” he asked as he smirked and positioned his dick to your ass, you didn’t care that his face had a few stains from fixing the car, that he was covered in a blanket of sweat, right there, he looked like the most beautiful man ever.

As you felt the head pop through your hole you moaned in pleasure, “You’re so big” you said as he finally got the last inch inside you, “You like that baby?” “Mhm” you said as he started thrusting inside you, stroking your walls and hitting just the right spot. He leaned in closer to you, his chest hair against your torso felt amazing and you were smearing precum all over his belly. He started humping you and grunting as the pleasure coursed through him, he kept kissing you as he fucked you, you constantly moaned into his mouth as he started thrusting harder and faster. It started to get slippery, as both of you became increasingly sweatier, Joel’s shoulders, which you were holding onto were becoming slippier and his thrusts only sped up, “J-Joel” you moaned, you knew how much it turned him on when you moaned his name, unable to say anything else. He just kissed you tenderly, acting like he wasn’t rearranging your guts in your lower half, “It’s okay baby- you’re taking me good- fuck-” he moaned as he thrust his head upwards in pleasure, a hiss following, just then, a drop of sweat landed on your belly, and as your legs started feeling like jello, you screamed his name as you shot cum between your sweat-soaked bodies, your cum getting all over his chest and belly hair.

This pushed Joel off the edge too, as his body tensed up and he cursed and unloaded inside you, “Fuck… that was amazing” he said, panting, still recovering, “It was… we need to do this more often” “Yeah,” he said as he smirked, “Lunch is ready by the way” you said, “Then let’s go, I’m done here anyway” he said as you started to dress up and leave, Joel being shirtless of course, as he had ripped his shirt up.

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller x male reader #the last of us

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years ago

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ValenTWST Day 4

Day 4 Prompt: Star / “The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

“We make guilty of our disasters the sun, the moon, and the stars; as if we were villains by compulsion.”

[Day 1] / [Day 2] / [Day 3] / [You’re on Day 4!] / [Day 5] / [Day 6] / [Day 7]

Eel form J word............................. 😳 That’s it, that’s my comment. No thoughts, head empty, just eel form J word.

Imagine this…

At nighttime, the sea was serene.

Sitting at the pier, Raven let her legs dangle over its edge as she looked out at the horizon.

It was as if someone had spilled a bottle of ink, which shifted between blacks and blues as the water worked up in waves. At times, it would spray, licking and grazing at her feet, flecked with foam, budding starlight, and silver moonlight patchwork. Calm and contained and cooling, an untouched relic of time.

A ripple danced upon the sea’s surface--a break in the water.

And a monster emerged from the deep, disturbing that fragile, fleeting peace.

It was humanoid in shape, but decidedly inhuman in the details. Markings upon its face, fins instead of ears, jagged teeth, a sculpted body, a cyan complexion... and, most notable of all, the long, slimy tail that trailed after it. The creature slowly rose, water dripping off of its angled features, the sly smile at its lips.

In the darkness, it almost seemed to glow a faint turquoise. Eyes--one gold, one olive--regarded Raven with morbid fascination.

But she did not balk.

“Here you are,” Jade announced, producing a fishing net filled to the brim with oddities. Shells, starfish, coral branches, scales, and strands of seaweed peered out through the holes in the netting. “The catch of the day.”

“Oooh!” Raven clapped excitedly. “This should be more than enough for my next batch of enchanted inks. Excellent work, Jade! You’ve been an amazing asset--I couldn’t have gathered these materials myself.”

“Well, now,” he laughed softly against his webbed fingers. “It’s quite rare for you to shower me with praise. I’m pleased to be of service.”

A punch card well spent. All those days of dining at the Mostro Lounge had paid off in this moment—one meager request made to Azul. “Let me borrow Jade,” she had said, “for a seaside excursion.”

“Shall we head back now?” he suggested, a brief glance tossed to the dark sky. “I imagine the headmaster would not care for you to be out so late.”

“Already? I was hoping I could enjoy this for a little longer.”

“Oya? If you wish to savor our midnight tryst for a moment longer, then I cannot refuse. I am, as per Azul’s order, yours for the evening.”

“I-I meant the scenery!!” Raven insisted, puffing up with indignation. “The moon and the stars just create a unique atmosphere here. It’s different than viewing them from my window.”

“Very well. Let us drink in the night while we still can.”

“Yes, let’s—”

SPLASH!!

Raven screamed and flew back as a spike of salt water erupted. A heavy weight fell upon the pier, followed by a rain of brine. Fine, shimmering droplets came down on the surprised bird.

Jade had hauled himself out of the water and planted his entire Great Seven knows how long eel body right beside her. He grinned, shaking his tail playfully as he slicked back his wet hair. A little more wild and carefree than he usually presented himself.

And much more... lacking in clothing.

Raven’s face colored, and she stopped herself from staring past his collarbone.

Noticing her embarrassment, Jade chuckled and slipped a cold hand over one of hers.

“Sh-Shouldn’t you be staying in the sea?!” she cried, shivering at his touch--and scrambling to shield her eyes her free hand.

“No need to worry. While in my true form, I am able to produce a mucous-like coating to help properly lubricate myself on land. It is helpful for maintaining moisture.”

“That’s NOT the issue here!!”

“Fufu. Miss Raven, I do believe the true issue is your lack of sight. You will have to uncover your eyes if you plan on stargazing.”

“... Grrrr.”

It’s fine. Just don’t glance his way. Focus on something else instead.

She tilted her head back and, peering through the cracks of her fingers, looked up.

The night was a swathe of pooled violet and cobalt fabrics, and the stars littering it, a soft glitter. And the moon, a fat, full pearl against the inky sky. Light in the darkness, hope in the despair.

Raven smiled a little, drawing her hand away from her face.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” she whispered, just barely audible over the lapping waves.

“It is.” Jade’s voice carried over to her ears like a lullaby. Smooth and soft and soothing. “... It reminds me of a story I often heard in my childhood. On a night like this, they say a young mermaid princess first laid eyes on her prince.”

“Oh, I think I know that one!” Raven chirped, brightening. She kicked her feet against the water, sending it splashing in the chilly air. “There’s a storm that wrecks the prince’s ship, and the mermaid princess rescues him... but she has to go home under the sea. When the prince wakes up, he decides to set sail on a journey to find her.”

“Yes, that is how the tale goes.”

There was a lapse in the conversation, silence filled with the sound of water sloshing, the sun wind ruffling their hair.

“... The moon is beautiful, but I think I much prefer the stars,” Jade murmured into the quiet. “The constellations shift and each tell stories of their own. In a way, that makes them storytellers too, much like yourself.”

“The stars are like me?”

“Indeed. You are like a star yourself—a storyteller that is small, but able to shine brightly. Ah, and when you are inspired, there’s a star-like sparkle in your eyes.”

She couldn’t stop her gaze from sliding to Jade. Outlined in a ribbon of silver moonlight and glistening from his dip in the sea, he appeared ethereal, almost angelic, were it not for his pointed features. The teeth and fins and eyes that gave him away.

“O-Oh...” Raven quickly tore her eyes away before her mind started wandering into uncharted territory. She fumbled for something clever to retort and came upon, “If I’m the stars, then you’re the moon.”

“Am I, now?”

“Yes—because when I think of the moon, I think about how it waxes and wanes, of how mysterious it is, and how it shrouds itself from view at times. We’re so used to thinking of the moon as ‘light’ that we nearly forget that it has a dark side as well.”

“Fufu. What an astute observation.” Jade squeezed Raven’s hand. “The moon and the stars come together and bring out one another’s radiance. The night is not the same without them.”

“It really isn’t. That’s why I’m so glad I get to see them both out on such a clear night~”

“I’m happy to hear that, Miss Raven.”

I’m happy that I am able to be here with you.

There, on the pier, they looked on. Moon and stars, eel and raven.

The sky sighed lovingly.

#twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #Jade Leech #twst #twisted wonderland #valentwst2022 #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #something no one asked for #Raven Crowley

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jjmaybankxpogue · 4 years ago

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ᴍɪᴅᴤᴜᴍᴍᴇʀᴤ ᴍɪᴤᴛᴀᴋᴇᴤ ║ᴊᴊ ᴍᴀʏʙᴀɴᴋ ᴥ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ║

Word count: 944

Genre: Smut

Warnings: SMUT, car sex, getting caught, unprotected sex, gun kink, public sex (kinda)

Inspo: “That dress looks good on you but i think it’ll look better when its on the floor”

All characters are aged up to 18

“Sh, sh, sh, shhh... the others cant hear us” “but-” “No buts.”

*ping* the sound of my phone went off, I unlocked it and saw a text from JJ “hey wya” “the bar… I know the bartender ;)” I replied, waiting for him to answer with a ‘lmao’ or a ‘oh yea, dave?’ but I got nothing. I closed my phone and asked for a coke with rum so it looks like I was just drinking coke if I went anywhere. Familiar hands caught a grip of my neck from behind me, I rolled my eyes holding in a moan, now knowing it was JJ. “hi J” i said with him letting go of my neck allowing me to stand up.

“That dress looks really good on you but i think it’ll look better when its on the floor” JJ whispered in my ear being a tease like always “are you trying to get us kicked out JJ” I said “maybe it’ll be more fun being kicked out” The blonde suggested “fuck Maybank” I moaned under my breath, he smirked making sure I’d notice “fineee” I gave in.

Minutes later I was pinned up on a wall somewhere at the backside of the building where nobody would walk by. JJ reached down and pulled his gun out of his backpack “JJ” i whimpered “do you trust me” JJ asked “yea” I nodded. JJ put the gun on where my jaw started and slid it slowly towards my chin and forced me to look up at him. Too nervous to ask if it was loaded, yet too seduced to care. “Fuck, you should do this more often” I exhaled in a moan “god you’re just as kinky as me” JJ said proudly. He leaned in for a kiss, our lips connected deepening the kiss with every second. Slowly JJ pulled away moving down to my jawline, then leaving hickeys on my neck.

I began to breathe heavily, JJ noticed so he pulled the straps of my dress off my shoulders letting it fall limply off my body.”J are you sure nobody will see us” i asked softly “i-i think... we can go in your car though if you want” He said “mhm” i nodded pulling my dress back up.

We walked over to my car and got in the backseats. “Try not to shake the car” I laughed “too bad” JJ smiled sarcastically. I took off my dress for the second time and let him be free to do whatever he wanted to do to me. “Thank you for wearing my favourite bra” JJ smiled, pulling the lacy red bra’s clasps apart. I giggled as he did so. He groped my breasts and began sucking on my left nipple.

“JJ” I moaned lustfully, grabbing ahold of his tousled blonde hair. “It's okay pull as much as you want” JJ said moving down to my hips above my thongs peppering me with sweet little kisses. He bit the lace of my thongs and pulled it down with his teeth... I could have gotten off to that by itself. He first took off his shirt then looked at me silently asking for approval, I nodded. He started to eat me out, licking circles around my clit while his messy blond hair tickled my lower stomach. “Please” I said brimming with pleasure, not able to finish my sentence; I didn't have too. He swapped his tongue for his fingers, yet still using the same technique. “You like that babygirl?” “yes oh my god yes” I exclaimed. I lost control entirely as you came, I grabbed his hair and played with it until I was calmed down. JJ then got off of me and pushed the backseats down to make a make-shift bed. He laid back and took his shorts and boxers off, jerking his cock a bit “I need you laying ontop of me to do this… the car isn't tall enough” I said “oh, yea” He said switching positions with me. Before he started he looked into my eyes “you’re so beautiful” he smiled.

JJ slowly entered my dripping core with ease, then gave me a second ro adjust. The blonde had no mercy after that, he began to thrust roughly and hastily. “Fuck” i practically screamed, “shhh, we cant have the others know” JJ said bringing one finger up to my lips “now suck.” JJ insisted. “I love the way you make me feel” JJ groaned. Both the backseat car doors opened unexpectedly “guys!” Kiara immediately shielded her eyes and closed the door “Ew oh god, in the car?!” Sarah said doing the same as Kie. “shit” I said with JJ getting off of me and handing me my clothes “we’ll finish later” JJ smirked “I totally forgot I drove them here” I grumbled.

Once we were fully dressed we went over to where Kie and Sarah were waiting for us. “Hi” I giggled nervously “girl fix your hair” Kie laughed acting like she saw nothing. “I left my gun in the car” JJ said “no dont get it, your coming home with me anyways” I said “you- a gun, oh god guys” Sarah shook her head laughing “anywaysss, lets go” I said “I call front seats with Sarah, we’re not sitting back there” Kie said “no making out when were in the car” Sarah joked “Change the subject” JJ suggested “why don’t we” i smiled.

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hollyharper · 3 years ago

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The Batfam Trap- Chapter 12-

Dick walked up the Maner’s front stairs. His mother smiled from the car. He didn’t want to be back here. He’d rather be with his mother. He glanced back at her. She was more beautiful than he remembered, and more breathtaking than his Father had described. Dick turned away and jogged the rest of the way up the stairs. The car pulled from the drive, taking his heart with it. He bit his lip and hit the doorbell.

Jason eyed Barbara as she fished through the cabinet for a snack. She was beautiful, not as beautiful as Rose, but pretty non the less. It was easy to see why his brother was so smitten with her. She muttered and pushed another bag of veggie sticks aside. Jason took a deep breath, if he was going to help his brother with her…

Jason stepped forward. She didn’t notice. He quickly wrapped an arm around her waist, and pressing his back to her chest, he reached up to the shelf and grabbed a tub of cookies. She froze at the touch and a gentle trimmer shot down her light frame. He had felt that nervous tremmer himself, every time he was close to Rose. She liked Dick too.

“Do these work?” He asked into her ear.

“Sh- sure.” She choked out.

She was right where he needed her to make this work. Jason bite his lip, he couldn’t believe he was going to do this. So much for waiting for Rose. He easily turned Barbar to face him, making sure to keep her pinned.

“Dick?” Her green eyes meet his, then subtly glance down at his lips.

She was hooked.

“Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?” Jason whispered softly.

Her breathing hitched. Hiding the tint of disgust, he leaned forward and gently kissed her. Barbara's body went limp. He slipped his hand from the cabinet to rest on her waist. Her hands shook, as they wrapped around him.

“J- Dick?”

Both Jason and Babs jumped. Jason whirled around to come face to face with his brother.

“Jason? What are you doing here?” Jason asked.

“We need to talk,” Dick growled.

“It’ll only take a minute,” Jason whispered to Barbra, daring to press another kiss to her lips, even with Dick’s glaring eyes.

Tag list: @blackchessknight @shizukiryuu

#dick grayson #barbara gordon #damian wayne #batgirl #talia al ghul #jason todd #robin #nightwing #batman #dickbabs #tim drake #brutalia #batfam #batfamily #fanfci #fanfciton

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semischarmed · 4 years ago

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Cocktease

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes...” mused a deceased Harland as he eyed a future acquisition.

The specter licked it’s lips in greedy anticipation, taking note of the sun-glazed man in front of him building a substantial fort in the sand.

Beautiful curves baked in golden sunset outlined the man’s every muscle. Harland gawked as he followed every bend and bump of the man, committing his form to memory. He continued to hover his intangible mass near his future skin. The man’s hair was jet-black, and gently spiked from ocean water. The man’s muscles moved expertly beneath his skin, revealing their strength. This was a body sculpted through years of work, hard-earned and built for power. Unable to control himself further, Harland began to caress the man’s body from behind, causing him to jolt in a shiver.

“You alright there, Marco?” A small petite woman waved from afar.

“Y-yeah, just a breeze.. Sorry for the scare Val!” He shouted back, reassuringly as he shook off the odd sensations.

This only prompted Harland to continue further, deeper. Harland was as ruthless of a businessman as he was effective. In his day he was never one to compromise. He loved a good, dirty fight. He relished in the struggle. A vessel of this much resistance was made for him. This time around, he dug his spectral fingers into Marco’s golden arms, causing a slight ripple in its muscled flesh. He watched in glee as he traced the outline of those forearms, causing the fine hairs he dragged his intangible hand through to glow briefly and settle white. Property of Harland.

Marco meanwhile went from small jolts to a slight convulsion, as he felt something inherently wrong penetrate him. There was something otherworldly to the sensation he had just felt. Moments later a stream of vile, negative emotions flooded him, causing him to laugh uncontrollably.

Marco knew something was wrong. These were not the bright, sunny laughter he normally gave off. They were cruel, callous laughs which sent chills down his spine. He had no idea his body could even make these sounds. He glanced at his biceps and recoiled in shock as he viewed stray muscles writhing and moving on their own. Marco felt an enhanced sensation in his arms, like an increased awareness in his control of them yet by that very same sensation was an unnatural numbness to them. By all accounts, they were his arms but something was off. These appendages attached to him could hardly qualify as his arms. There was something not-Marco to them that his brain couldn’t quite resolve. Every movement he felt was unnatural, like he had to actively focus on moving every single muscle just to get his arms to move the way he desired.

Marco began to worry in his head, as more and more of his body began to follow in the same feeling. He ran through the day’s events, trying in vain to discern what could have caused these sensations. Then, his legs buckled and he collapsed into the very fort he had built earlier.

In sweat and sand, in struggle and sun, Marco began to convulse on the ground. His desperation unseen by others, shielded by the pile he excavated to make the fort.

He thrashed and shook vigorously, as more unfamiliar sensations flooded him.

The feeling was moving throughout him. It was unmistakably living. And it was drawing closer to his head.

A stream of drool left Marco’s mouth, as his shaking quickened. Veins bulged in his face and throughout his body as seconds later, his eyes began to roll back.

“F-Fuck!!” He shouted.

“Mmmm yes, ‘Fuck’ indeed” an elderly voice inside him spoke.

“What the-“

“Pleasure to finally meet you... I’m Harland”

——

Marco grasped his head in pain. “W-what the fuck do you want?!

“The answer to that question should be quite obvious.” Marco’s own lips spoke this time. His pained expression loosened and all visible struggle drained from it, as Harland commandeered Marco’s pretty face as his own. A hand still half-controlled by Marco shook in place until it eventually relented and caressed his face in rough unnatural motions. “I want this”.

“GET OUT” Marco shouted in protest. His body shook violently in one swift motion before settling.

In a brief instance, Marco again found full control of his body. He let out one sigh of relief before passing out.

——

Stirred awake by the sound of gently rolling waves and the vibration in his pocket, Marco awoke from a nap that had gone for far too long.

He viewed his phone, taking note of the hours lost in slumber. A new text from Val.

“Today was fun, had a client booked. Was gonna wake you up but you looked way too cute like that. Let’s do this again sometime. Maybe no giant sandcastles next time ;)”

He laughed gently as he spoke to himself “Damn, quarantine has really done a number on your stamina, eh Marco?”. He continued to slowly get up from the hole he had created himself- stopping every few moments as if to anticipate another fight for his body, despite writing off the entire event as a dream. “Must have dozed off or something.” He kept repeating rationalizations to himself, chalking the whole thing up to an illusion born of fatigue. Yet somehow deep down, he knew it was all too real. Something foreign, something unnatural was still there with him. Still Inside.

All reservations aside, nothing out of the ordinary seemed to have occurred since waking up and Marco began to even slightly believe his own little lie.

“Of course it was just a dream”.

As soon as Marco began to truly relax himself, his body shook into rigid, unnatural poses, defiantly showing its owner his error.

He attempted to get his bearings, grasping at whatever he could, only to catch loose sand with his arms. In the midst of Marco’s writhing, a toothy sneer pulled itself from his lips.

Harland spoke using Marco as his mouthpiece. “You didn’t seriously think I would just leave all of this?”

Marco’s own struggling hands began to grope and fondle his body.

“Don’t worry, having me inside will a whale of a time- you’ll see” he spoke, trailing of in a moan as his fingers circled sensually around his nipples. “Being my new body will make you successful beyond your wildest dreams”

Marco felt an odd warmth build inside him.

“Get the hell out of me!” He shouted in desperation.

In that moment, he was hit with a tremor of earthshattering pleasure- burst from deep within his abs, pulsing and delivering into the rest him. His arms splayed out, his hips swung into unnatural angles, as he was forced to ride the wave. In the aftershocks from the initial burst, his limbs couldn’t help but twitch slightly in unprompted delight. Marco had never felt anything like that before. His body couldn’t help but leak a little precum in anticipation.

“Some propriety is called for, young man. At least try to hide it.”

Embarrassed by the small stain that now appeared on his underwear, Marco began to shout back.

“Shut u-sh-shit… oh shit… holy shit holy shit” attention was immediately drawn to the second tremor inside himself. Once the second wave hit, he could only manage to barely contain an unprompted moan in his throat.

Marco tried to readjust himself, to acquaint himself with the pleasurable feelings and fight Harland’s onslaught on his senses. Instead, the pulses were getting quicker, stronger.

His abs were in pain, body sore, veins engorged. Muscles strained from their fleshy confine as they involuntarily contracted and relaxed in rapid succession from the increasing frequency of the pulses.

Marco laid in the ground shaking, riled up in pent up fury and ecstasy, expecting sweet, sweet release- only to be met with disappointment as his body, the very body he worked so hard to sculpt, betrayed its master. There would be no respite from the onslaught of pressure inside him. In fevered, labored breaths he cried out to his tormentor. “J-Just do it…. ah ah a-Holy shit. Take me. FUCK. We’re so close… please”.

Marco’s head hung back while his mouth contorted into a pained expression. The corners of his mouth twitched in place as the Harland new face took on a dark, lecherous expression.

“No, you were made to please me! You’re not getting a drop of this!” In that instance, something inside Marco’s body clicked into place.

This was it, Harland could see himself begin to manifest through his newly-acquired Marco-template. Marco’s eyes took on an evil, soulless demeanor. His hair began to flush white before settling into a dark gray color between Marco’s and Harland’s. All along his body, similar changes had occurred, cementing this new flesh as not-quite Marco and not-quite Harland.

Of course, the mind was a vastly different matter. Marco was no more- his body only the template from which Harland had fashioned his new corporeal form. Harland devoured his mind, connecting the new body to its sole owner.

Marco was no more- for he was now fully Harland incarnate. Lewd fingers began to explore the body they were attached to, tracing over Marco’s biceps, his shoulders, and his thick neck. His fingers continued to drag themselves among raw other crevices in his body, before gliding down his abs, down the treasure trail and landing gently around his cock. Harland scooped the bit of precum still on Marco’s dick from earlier.

The newly-minted man let out a smug, venomous smile, as he sucked his new fingers clean.

“Quite a delicious partnership”.

…

Though his mind no longer existed, Marco’s body was still pent up in lust and pressure, still attempting to shake and still yearning for that sweet release. With Harland in command, it was subjugated to stillness. Marco’s body continued with build in near-orgasmic heat and pleasure, further amplified by Harland’s mental fortitude.

But even Harland himself could not deprive this new virile body for too long. His hand went back in and quickly grabbed his engorged cock.

With closed eyes, he gave it a light, sensual tug, nodding in approval as he let out a short moan.

“We’re at the home stretch, bud”.

Another tug. This time, with a slight roughness. There was no hesitation to it- this was now his body after all, he knew how to please it best.

“You-this flesh was built for me, you just didn’t know it….and as for myself, I was built to control this to rule you… sorry I took so long to get home. You must have been so lonely building up all that muscle, sculpting all this without me inside to wear it” Harland stated as his free hand began to caress random parts of his body. The tugs began to quicken and his eyes fluttered in sheer delight.

“One final piece…” he moaned

…

In a quick jolt, Harland stopped dead in his tracks. Cum rapidly pooled over his hand, but he paid no mind to it.

He muttered but one word to cut the silence.

“Incompatible.”

In a flurry of feathers and a burst of red light, the two men finally realized their true form:

April Fools!

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Note: Not actually a huge fan of the fried chicken company in question.

#male possession #male transformation #notaKFCad #recipieforsuccess

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