#would lose my fucking mind if he covered Sex on Fire

[itsokbbygrl]

let’s assume Louis plays all of FITF on tour. what additional tracks do you want on the set list. GO!

[keravnous]

diet mountain dew; john wick/fem!reader (smut, 18+)

dating john wick - the playlist

The Boogeyman is out to get you. Little does he know, that you too are willing to do quite a bunch of things just to stay alive.

warnings: blood, guns, knives, injuries, physical violence/fighting, assassination attempt; dub-con, rough sex, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (female receiving), choking, dirty talk, spanking, a lot of manhandling bc for the love of god he doesn't know how to be soft anymore, gun kink, knife kink, size kink, strength kink, squirting, body worship if you blink, is this hate-fucking? idk; john has a horse cock change my mind; john is in his 50s, the reader is in her 20s; set somewhere after the series i guess? (I refuse to accept he's dead); problematic family relationship as a plot device; let's all collectively ignore the fact that he would actually never touch another woman or even dare to catch the smallest of feelings again; john gets off on the violence

word count: 10,6 k

thank you mel for a) listening to my ramblings and b) reading a good chunk of the first third of this dumpster fire and still going nuts about it, kissies and thank you v for listening to my keanu ramblings without losing faith in me

You wonder, if praying will help you. Probably not.

The sound of carnage, screams and gunshots in the hallway abruptly stops. You hear the assailant's heavy footsteps echoing off the floorboards outside of your hotel room mere seconds before the door bursts open, flies out of its hinges and rattles to the ground, wood creaking and breaking, splinters flying everywhere.

There had been a hit out on you for two days and every single soldier in your father's militia was ready to defend your life with their own.

Literally. You can tell by the man entering your suite.

You can tell by just how much he is covered in blood. You can tell by the way it drips down his forehead and how it soaks his white shirt - even the soles of his shoes creak with it. You can tell by the way he is totally and utterly drenched in red red red, and because you are certain it is not his.

They literally gave their life for you. The thought hits you like a blow to the head. People have died because of you. Fathers, brothers, sons. You recall your last conversation with your own father. They want us dead, they put out a contract on us - you had never seen him so nervous, so disheveled. What does that mean - his anxiety had been washing over you in seeping hot waves, sending cold shivers down your spine. It means, I need you out of the house - now.

Nausea bubbles in your stomach as the man now approaches you, casually strolls into the suite with his finger on the trigger of the gun dangling from his hand and you stare back at him - a deer in the headlights, frozen by fear in the eyes of its deadly predator. One of your father's men jumps from his cover, fires a shot and gets hit back with one straight between his eyes. It happens so quickly, that you can't turn your head away. You see the bullet piercing his forehead, blood splattering as soon as it exits the skull on the other side. His head flies back a little, and then his body goes limp, slack, as he falls to the ground with a heavy thud.

You want to scream. You want to vomit. You want to run. But there is nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide from him.

There's only one soldier left with you in the suite now and he is hiding around the corner, near the bathroom. The stranger - the assassin, the killer - does not lower the gun again, and does not let his eyes stray from you as he carefully enters the room. You feel terribly exposed, dressed only in your negligée, not daring to move.

Now, that the dim light of the suite's living room strikes his face, you can finally see him, see the man who has come to end you. He is older than you, maybe nearly twice your age, with dark hair and even darker eyes, matching his black suit. Lean and athletic, chest heaving slightly with physical exhaustion. The Boogeyman.

You do not know who or what you had expected, what cruel and dreadful images your brain had conjured up in the past 48 hours - 48 frightful hours of being moved around from hideout to hideout by your father's men, not staying in one place longer than necessary - but it certainly was not that. Not him. He is a lot more handsome than his reputation has led on. Seeing him on the subway around rush hour you would have never suspected him to be in this business. He looks nice. And that is exactly what makes him dangerous.

You have heard his name before. Echoing from the walls. Baba Yaga. Whispered with both: fear and respect. The Boogeyman. Blurted out: like a curse or like a blessing. Mister Wick: like redemption, like damnation. Jonathan, the king's son walking the earth as the devil.

John. The sound of his name is oddly human - disturbingly human - for someone looking as calm and collected, focused and concentrated as he does right now, while being drenched in blood and pointing a gun at you.

You must have said his name out loud, because his eyebrows twitch irritatedly, a movement so quick you barely missed it - must've sound desperate too, then.

Vision zeroing in on the barrel of his gun, your hands clutch the sofa's edge. There is so much adrenaline pumping through your veins right now that it freezes your limbs, has your ears ringing. The only thing responding to your brain fully are your eyes, and they snap away from the gun and over to the remaining soldier. It's a quick look, not even a second, but the hitman seems to recognize it and - with near inhumane speed - flicks his gun, and fires two shots. Blood splatters against the white door as the shots pin the soldier's body against it, and is it finally drops to the ground heavily it leaves a nasty trail, all wet and sticky and red.

Could be you.

You want to scream, but your body does not belong to you anymore, does not respond to your commands. It is a desperate, cruel sound that leaves your throat instead as you flinch with the sound of the gun being fired.

"Let's make this quick" his voice is gravelly and rough, like he has seen a thousand grim things and the pain of it has etched its way into his throat, left a nasty mark on every tone that ever dared to cross after.

That is when your fight or flight suddenly kicks in. Well, more specifically, it kicks in while he is speaking, as he starts to swap the empty clip of his gun.

He underestimates you. Everyone does. Your father, your brother. The countless men lying dead littered across the hotel's 25th floor. It will be his mistake.

You latch forward, grabbing the vase from the coffee table in front of you. The weight of it in your hand drags you down.

With all the strength you can muster, which is quite a lot considering the massive amounts of adrenaline that are currently amping up your body - you throw it at him. It connects with his forehead sharply; a deep, irritated noise bursting from his throat as it crashes, splinters and falls to the floor.

You are braver, braver than you should be as your assault does not end there, your body pushing you forward, leaping over the table and crashing into his broad shoulders.

I will not die today

Body ramming into his, he stumbles, as your fist connects with his chin. You have only been partially trained in hand-to-hand combat, after pleading your brother for months until he eventually gave in. Sadly, he wasn't nearly as thorough and honest with it as he was training his drug dealer and gun runners. But now, it is the only thing you can rely on.

There is nothing else; no one else left alive in that building who might be able to help you. It is up to you. So, you might as well try.

And Oh, does desperation fire up your blood.

I will not die today

The diversion does not last long and he - John John John only human only human only human - grabs you by you waist hard, fingers digging into your flesh and into the expensive silk, before he slams your body into the ground. All air leaves your lungs with a dull sound erupting from your chest, just as pain blooms around your ribs.

You cough and he looks down at you, confusion making his brows twitch, before cold-hearted determination takes over once more. John aims his gun at you once more, pulls back the hammer and you do not even think about it, your leg rising as you kick against his hand. The shot misses, buries itself deep into the expensive carpet a few inches next to your skull. You have no time to do either: panic or sigh in relief; instead, you deliver him a kick to his stomach, fighting yourself back onto your feet, punching him straight in the face.

John grunts and grabs your wrist, but you see it coming and throw yourself into his wide frame, wrapping your other arm around his back and thus hooking it underneath his right shoulder, dislocating his arm and preventing him from aiming his gun at you. You claw onto him as he twists your arm close to his stomach, while you wrap your legs around him, making it harder for John to shake you off.

I will not die today

You kick and dig the heel of your foot into his thighs and the back of his knees and he grunts and buckles a little, but turns wild and relentless quicker than you can blink, throws the two of you into the next wall. You gasp sharply as your back connects with the large mirror, splinters digging into your back - not deep enough to actually cut skin, but it stings nonetheless, the impact making you dizzy.

Sharp pain shoots through your back and your neck, but you are not willing to give up yet, as raw energy and rage and desperation surges through your body - one of your legs coming loose and your knee hitting his stomach repeatedly, making John grunt in pain and you use your momentum to dig your hand deep into his back, holding onto him and then swirling out of the deadlock he has got you in, jumping his back like a monkey.

His gun clatters to the ground and for a split second, the room falls silent. Then, roaring like an animal gone wild, he grabs your calves and slams his back into the nearest wall, has you screaming with the impact. You can feel blood pouring from your nose, feel it trickling down your lips.

I will not die today

John is stronger than you are, so so much stronger - the apex predator: all muscle, unbreakable focus and the sheer will to kill. But you are not only a little quicker; you also really want to stay alive. It is a force he rarely encounters. And quite frankly, it irritates him.

He may be older than you, taller than you and stronger than you but you have something he does not have: you actually still got something to lose.

And you fight like it, too. All scratches and sharp yells, as you punch and scrabble at his shoulders and tear at his tie, trying to strangle him with it. John is struggling against it, gasping for air and winding beneath your assault and then his grip around your claves grows hard like iron, seconds before he pulls - throws you over his head like you weigh nothing. You land on the expensive carpet with a heavy thud - groaning as you crash onto your side with sharp pain shooting through your shoulder, down your ribcage.

I will not die today

John sputters and stumbles forward, looking for his gun but you are quicker, kicking it away with your foot. It clatters back onto and slides over the wooden floorboards.

For a second you consider your choices, fighting yourself back onto your feet but John - a practiced and seasoned fighter - beats you to it and lands a blow to your upper back, sends you back down with him - a mess of sputtering saliva and painful groans. His body topples onto yours and he quickly rolls the two of you over the floor.

John is heavy and warm on top of you, as he keeps you in a tight headlock, your chest pressed to the floor and neck bend in a painful angle. He presses his strong forearm down onto your windpipe and you choke and cough, feet kicking, hands dragging across the wood, clawing at it feebly.

You can feel his breath on your cheek, hot and damp. You can feel his torso pressing against your back as he kneels behind you.

I will not die today

Mustering all your remaining strength, you trash against him, ramming your backside into his stomach. He grunts and for a split second, his grip loosens. It is all you need. Throwing your elbow back, you hit him in the chest and he caves in.

You cough, crawling forward and then scrambling back onto your feet, one of your negligée’s straps falling down your shoulder in the process. You hastily pull it back up, seconds before John launches a cascade of punches onto you.

A few of them hit you as you try to block them; dull pain igniting in your body, blooming in your face and arms. Your breath goes heavy as you stumble backwards. You cannot do this. There is no way. You just physically can't.

He is stronger. Taller. Heavier. Deadlier. Your body and every single muscle, bone, nerve in it aches and you wheeze but he is already onto you again, half-tackles you and grabs your waist, ready to smash you back onto the ground.

You cling onto him with all your remaining strength, struggling against his huge frame, wrapping your hands around his neck in an attempt to get him to stumble.

His hair tingles on your naked arms. Oh wait --

Tearing at his hair - which has him grunting in both, pain, and irritation at the unusual attempt - you clumsily pull yourself up onto his shoulders, cutting his face right above his eyebrow with your nails in the process until you finally wrap one leg around his throat and close it around there tightly, choking him. John tries to pull you off him and succeeds after quite the tussle, only to find your frame clinging to him, legs and arms wrapping around his body, hands scratching and feet kicking.

I will not fucking die today

In an attempt to either get rid of each other or submit the last blow, to finally kill the other, you two swirl through the room - a deadly dance of torn skin, smashed glass panes and mirrors, bruises and cuts. Somewhere in between kicks and punches, he managed to pick up his gun - and right now, you are mustering all of your exhausted strength to prevent the barrel from pressing against your skull.

Eventually, John crashes your bodies through a large wooden door, and is not quick enough - unable to stop his own oxe-like strength - to stop himself from stumbling into the room. The two of you only come a halt as his knees hit something soft and ironically that is what finally topples both of you over, landing onto the mattress of your bedroom with a soft thud and deep, exhausted grunts.

Your ears ring, and you are ready to lash out at him again despite the physical exhaustion, to strike him square across the face, as --

There is something hard pressing against your crotch.

The world falls silent.

No. No, there's no fucking way. It's got to bea hidden weapon. Must be.

But clearly, it is not. There, between your spread legs, his hard cock presses snugly against your panty-clad pussy.

And he just feels so huge - mouth-watering huge - that your body responds in its own way, hips snapping up, stuttering against the hard bulge. John lets go off a shaky, ragged breath, hand still clutching his gun. And you know, that this is your window.

Feeling the warmth that his body and his hard dick are radiating through his expensive suit, you roll your hips once - a languid, slow motion, rubbing your pussy over his bulge.

And he groans. A deep, primal sound that sounds a little coarse. John is looking at you, starring you down, but there is a shadow dancing over his eyes, turning his brown eyes into deep and dark, black pits that gives him away.

He is horny. The Boogeyman is fucking horny. You would laugh, if the realization wasn't knocking all air straight from your lungs. Because it just another reminder, proof of what he actually is: human.

And what a sight he is to see - eyes turning darker every second, his chest heaving with every breath and making it seem like his shirt is going to pop a button or two any second now, his cock prodding against its restraints and your clothed cunt.

It makes you want him. The thought leaves you dizzy, makes you gasp.

Apparently, that is all he needs to roll his hips back into yours. And that - that is just unfair. It's playing dirty. It's, it's -- His dick feels huge as it trails along your folds, has the muscles in your abdomen clenching.

"Fuck", you breathe, a little overwhelmed with and helpless at the sudden surge of lust that ignites your body, the wetness pooling between your legs.

John is not saying anything, just stares you down while he continues to slooowly roll his hips into yours, grinds his cock against your cunt. Your pelvis twitches upward as you start to meet his movements, and then you can hear it. He let's go of a deep breath, and it sounds like the faintest moan.

You need to hear more of that. You need more of him, your cunt aching and hole clenching around nothing already.

"John", and this time you say his name - consciously - it sounds a different way of desperate: your voice reduced to a small whisper, torn at the edges by a wanton whimper ripping from your throat.

If it throws him off-guard he does not show it, does not let you see it. Instead, he grabs your chin hard, gaze locking with yours. Dark pupils blown wide, swallowing the honey-brown of his eyes, and your breath hitches.

"Yeah?", he rasps, and it does not take more than one long look from you for him to lean in, to press his lips onto yours.

The kiss tastes of blood and adrenaline and doom, and you relish in it. Relishing the way his lips move against yours and his beard tickles a little, relishing how his tongue presses into your mouth. It feels like he is eating you whole, licking into your mouth, one hand dancing over your waist - featherlight, like he doesn't know how to touch a body without hurting someone, destroying someone.

I will not die today, motherfucker

Your whole body now sings with it, the security of an impending victory, as you roll your hips into his once more, your tongue now licking back into his mouth. For a second you think about how to strike again, now that he is seemingly distracted, but all will to fight leaves your body as one of his hands brushes over your knee, wanders further and eventually rests on your thigh.

The touch is electrifying and then his hand grows braver, his movements more certain, as he grabs your thigh, feels you up. It happens so suddenly, that you gasp into the kiss.

John parts from you, his lips a little plush already. "Oh God", you whisper as you stare Death Turned Human straight in the face, not a single thought remaining in your skull despite your lust.

He doesn't speak, as he gently let’s go off your leg and straightens back up and for a second you think he is going to hurt you, with the way his brows are furrowed - but he doesn't.

Instead, he moves in, right over your comparably tiny frame - a mountain of a man. John kneels above you, his weight pinning you down while he straddles your thighs and Jesus fucking Christ - what a sight he is to see.

Dark locks falling into his forehead, a little sticky with sweat and the bits of blood from the cut your nails gave him moments ago - right above his left eyebrow, still lazily trickling down into his lashes. His chest heaves with ragged breaths, as he hastily gets rid of his jacket, carelessly drops it to the ground. His black button-down clings to his muscular body underneath his waistcoat and his equally as muscular thighs pin you down to the bed, black fabric nearly tearing at the seams. And then there is his hard cock.

It looks as huge as it felt, with the way it bulges his pants, the outline of it clearly visible as it buckles proudly against its restraints. You are certain, you will not be able to close your hand around it fully - not a chance.

One of his hands - the one lacking a finger, which you only now notice and what sends shivers down your spine - wanders over your body, pulling your negligée down in the process, right tit spilling out of the soft silk. He immediately grabs it, cups it with his large hand and squeezes. You mewl, marveling at just how big his hand is, just as his whole body is in comparison to you. His fucked-up finger digs into the flesh, sending shivers down your spine.

John's hand gropes your tit, before he impatiently pulls the neckline down roughly. You sigh, arousal shooting down your spine and tingling in your lower belly, as two of his fingers nudge your nipple, pinch it.

He watches your face intently, as he continues to grope you, rolls your nipple between his fingers. You mewl, breath accelerating a little but it is just not enough and you buck your hips upwards. John grunts in, what you assume is an approving manner, and let's go off your tit, reaches to his belt at his loins.

Quickly pulling a knife from God-knows-where exactly, a sharp blade enters your vision.

You blink, panic seeping through your lust and your legs twitch a little with fear. If John notices it, he neither shows it nor does he say anything, just moves the knife closer to your body.

The blade shines in the dim light as it dances over your exposed thighs carefully, the metal cooly pressing against your skin, before he flicks it and cuts your negligée open. The thin, soft fabric cleanly cut in half it now lazily slides from your aching body, falls to its sides. Your chest heaves, shivers running down your arms and back.

It happens so quickly that you can only blink. As your brain finally catches up with your eyes, you come to realize that he is holding a real fucking tactical knife. You have thrown one once - they are sharp as hell and deadlier than a bullet. The sound of fabric tearing easily, like paper, proves your point.

And John's movements with the blade are so fast that your breath hitches, a little afraid he might cut you. But he does not, instead, he quickly pulls the torn silk off you and away from under you, carelessly tosses it into the dark of the room.

The edge of the blade dances over your skin and you do not dare to breathe, as he trails it up and down your curves, gently nudges your nipples. "I could kill you", he says calmly and then, in lightning speed, presses the blade into the crook of your neck. Your head sinks back into the mattress, in an instinct to flee the sharp edge.

All it does is to expose your neck further and something gleams in John's eyes, as he presses the sharp tip down slowly, carefully nudging your skin with it. The metal is cold and hard and sharp and your breath hitches. Just a little bit more and it might burst your skin, draw blood.

But, to your own confusion, you do not feel threatened anymore. Oddly enough, your nerves tingle with excitement. You blame it on the already high levels of adrenaline that still pump through your veins, rushing back and forth from your brain and your lungs, but a small voice inside of your head whisper gently, deviously, that you know That's not it. And he knows it, too.

It's in his eyes as well, the sheer excitement of it all, the fucked-up pleasure it evokes in the both of you lays heavy in the air.

It turns you fucking on. It turns you on, that the man who - minutes ago - tried you kill you and did hurt you very fucking badly in the process of it, now decides to let you live.

It turns you on, that you are at his mercy.

It turns you on, that he decided to spare you - just for now.

It turns you on, that these large and strong hands holding the knife have that sort of power over you. And thus, as the blade nudges your head back further, you moan.

"I could cut your throat", John's voice is heavy and thick with arousal and you can feel your heartbeat picking up, breath accelerating. His gaze drops down, watches the rapid rising and falling of your breasts hungrily, while another soft moan escapes from your lips.

"Don't", you breathe softly.

The knife practically burns on your skin, and you can feel arousal flooding your clothed pussy, rubbing your thighs together for any sort of friction. John can feel your squirming underneath him, but he can also see your eyes turning watery and dark with lust, pupils blown and a pretty pink spreading on your cheeks, your breath growing shallow. And he just really needs to fucking taste you right now.

As quickly as it appeared, the blade vanishes from your throat before he twirls the knife like the ruthless, reckless professional that he is, and buries it deep to the hilt in the mattress next to you. The sharp sound as it pierces the thick fabric has the hairs on your body standing up, goosebumps rolling over your skin.

"I'll do it later", he rumbles - casually, like he is talking about doing chores or picking up groceries - before hunching over you, grabbing your chin with his fucked-up hand, and kissing you again. His tongue immediately pushes into your mouth, like he is starving to taste you.

John eats you whole, with the way his lips move against yours. His hand cups your face, tongue licking into your mouth, toying with yours. His kiss steals your breath and you start to get dizzy with it, hips bucking. You can feel his lips curling up and then he parts from you, leaving you a gasping mess, spit pooling at the corners of your mouth.

"Let me touch you, John", you whisper, voice a little small because you do not know why you feel that way, and if he will even allow it. But you just need to feel him.

For a long moment his gaze dances over your face and something shifts behind his eyes, like a shadow gets lifted and then very quickly returns. Ultimately, he gives a court nod, so small you nearly miss it and gives you a little more room while straightening back up.

Carefully, as if not to spook him, you dart one hand out, place it on his chest. The muscle is firm underneath his suit and you run your hand along the lapel of his jacket, down and then back up, before it slips beneath it.

John's body radiates warmth under the black fabric of his shirt and your other hand comes up, before you shove the jacket off his shoulders and onto the floor next to the bed.

Your breath hitches.

He is wearing a holster, a reminder of his deadliness, of the gun laying somewhere next to you. Maybe, he sees the fear returning in your eyes, but he is quick to shrug the holster off, throws it into the dark where it clatters onto the wooden floor boards. What is left in front of you are broad shoulders and a muscular chest, the fabric nearly tearing at his movements.

As you run your hands over it, you cannot help yourself - you need to fucking feel him for real.

Quickly making work of his waistcoat and tie you toss both to the side carelessly, before your hands roam his broad chest. His button-down clings snugly against his upper body and you can feel the muscles work beneath the black fabric as your hands brush over them. You tug at the shirt, pulling its tails from his pants before hastily opening the first few buttons. The skin underneath is pale, littered by blue - red - black bruises, birthmarks scattered in between like stars. You pop open the rest of the buttons, greedy to touch him. And as the shirt falls to the sides your hands are already onto his chest, roaming over and admiring the muscular, defined canvas of strength, that violence has painted a pretty picture on.

John is watching you intently as you undress him and then explore his body, your pupils blown wide and dark, mouth agape a little. He is a little taken aback by it - by someone not seeing his body as the ultimate tool of death that it is, but as something else, that he cannot really pinpoint because he can't even look in the mirror without seeing destruction and decay. But the way your gaze wanders over his body, the way you touch him, is different from that and he has not felt anything like it in years.

And John wants. Carnal desire tugs at his brain, shoots arousal between his legs, makes his cock twitch and a low growl escaping his throat.

The sound gets you going: pushing yourself up with one hand, the other wrapping around his strong neck for leverage as you sit up, mouth immediately clutching to his throat. He tastes of sweat and after-shave - sharp and musky - and you run your tongue over his skin greedily, licking and sucking at the skin while your naked body presses against his.

It disarms him. The gentle touch that you put his body up to, while everything still aches from plowing through the better half of your father's militia and beating the hell out of you, confuses him. Your touch, your lips on his skin are soft and not aiming to hurt - instead, they grow more and more needy, wanton and hasty, as you lick over his bruised skin, tasting his sweat. Your hands over his abdomen caress his defined muscles, in awe of his utter strength, thumbs brushing through the soft and dark trail of hair leading beneath the waistband of his trousers. And all John can do, is watch, his gaze locking with yours as goosebumps erupt on his skin.

And you - oh you; your head swims with the way you turn this animal into a human again, unlock a different set of animalistic needs within him and hearing John's breath growing heavy really fucking does it for you, feeling his scarred and beaten-up skin underneath your hands, wrapping them around the deadly machine that is his body. It makes you want more.

Shedding his blood-stained shirt off of his shoulders, your hands roam over his upper back - feeling the scars there: of knives, larger and small ones and round ones of bullets that once pierced his skin. There is something else, a burn scar, in the shape of a cross and he hisses as your fingers brush over it, nails digging into the stunted skin.

It pulls John out of his stasis, reminds him of who he is and you can feel the air swinging with it seconds before he moves. His large hands wrap around your shoulders and then he pulls you off him, throws you back onto the mattress. You yelp, eyes growing wide as you watch his face as it turns from lightly dazed back to stern, wild, with his brows furrowed.

"That's enough", he says, voice coarse and it still feels like a small victory, even though he spreads your legs roughly, hands digging deep into your thighs - hard enough to bruise - before he kneels between them. He yanks your body forward at the back of your knees, watches your tits bounce and then leans in, his lips immediately attacking your throat, your neck.

His lips are surprisingly soft against your skin, his beard tickling a little as it brushes over your tits, your stomach, your thighs while his tongue licks fat stripes over your nipples and down down down your upper body, right to your navel. One of his hands creeps up your body once more and roughly cups your tit, squeezes, and gropes it, rolls your hardened nipple between his index and middle finger. His stunted ring-finger digs deep into your tit and you gasp, hips bucking. John's lips suck and nibble at your skin, before eventually ghosting over your pubic bone, teasing you before assaulting your thighs again, teeth biting down gently into the soft flesh. You gasp and moan while he gropes your body, inhales your scent - as you watch how his lips, tongue, and teeth dance over your thighs, moving closer to your cunt.

John finally, finally, puts his mouth onto your pussy, peppers open-mouthed kisses around your clit, before clothing his lips around it and sucking on it hard through your panties. Your hips buck as a high-pitched moan erupts from your throat, hands flying into his greying locks.

"Fuck", you whine, feeling fresh wetness flooding your folds, dampening the thin fabric further. John can see the outlines of your wet pussy pressing against your panties and parts from your clit momentarily, only to lick a fat stripe over your clothed cunt, watching it twitch.

"That's fucking pretty", he rasps, gaze locking with yours and you feel all air leaving your lungs. His eyes are so fucking dark, like gleaming black pits swallowing you whole, his breath a little flat with arousal.

You want him to fuck you. Really fuck you. To plow you open, rail you until you cannot sit nor walk. He is already so so close to you, but too far away at the same time. "Please", is all you manage to utter out. And it seems to be sufficient enough for him; seems to get across what you want, what you need.

John's fingers wrap around the front of your lace slip, tugging at the fabric - that rubs along your cunt at the sudden motion and has you gasping quietly - and then he pulls. The lace tears easily as he rips it apart, and cool air hits your wet and hot pussy, as he practically peels you out of your underwear, throws it to the side. The look on his face is wild and you can hear him taking a deep breath, smelling your arousal, before he spreads your folds apart with his thumbs, gaze wandering over your plump and flushed cunt.

Teasingly brushing over your clit with his thumb, John watches your reaction intently. And fuck, you do not disappoint. Throwing your head back, you moan, drawing in a deep breath through your opened mouth that heaves your chest, your eyelids fluttering.

You are dying for him to touch you and as he does, it feels like your body catches fire - lust washing away the dull pain in your limbs and near your ribs.

"Oh God", you breathe out as his thumb draws another wide and slow circle over your clit, your hands darting out and grabbing the sheets "Please."

And John complies, his thumb rubbing over your clit in a slow but steady rhythm.

Gasping, your hands clutch the sheets, knees darting away from each other, giving him more space. John accepts the invitation, grabs one thigh hard, fucked up ring-finger digging deep into your skin. His fingers move further, abandons your clit and dance over your folds, down to your hole. It flutters as two of his digits tease it, gently circling around it.

"Please", you whine once more, lifting your hips a little, a desperate noise leaving your throat. John smirks to himself, before pushing two of his fingers into you.

The stretch is sudden and bigger than expected and you moan coarsely, as he pushes his digits along your walls deeply and nestles them into your seeping hot cunt up to his knuckles. And Jesus, you feel so full already; your head swimming as you consider how big his cock must feel, then.

Your breath goes quick and shallowly as he starts to move them, and then he leans in. Nudges your clit with the tip of his tongue, licks over it.

You feel like combusting on the spot: your nerves tingling with arousal, your whole body still aching from the beating you gave each other earlier - the pain in your back blooming as you stretch it with your hips desperately shoving themselves near his touch - your pussy squeezing his fingers.

John pumps his thick fingers in and out of you, his tongue rubbing and circling your clit and soft, needy moans fall from your lips. Obscene, wet sounds fill the air, mingle with your moans and heavy breathing. His lips close in around your clit, sucking at it while his fingers rub along your spongy walls and your cunt squeezes them hard as fresh wetness floods your folds, your squirt wetting his beard and dripping down on the sheets below.

You can hear - feel - John humming against your pussy, peppering the wet skin with open mouthed kisses, licking over it, and tasting your slick.

You feel so fucking good - lust pulsating through your veins, loins on fire - and your head falls to the side, body rocking with sharp gasps and your mouth agape, eyelids fluttering as --

There's the gun. And the knife.

You could easily grab either one or the other next to you, pull the blade out of the matress or the hammer back; put a bullet right between his eyes or plow the blade deep deep into his skull. Killing the Boogeyman. Killing Baba Yaga.

That would do wonders to your family's business. It would emancipate you from it, you would be free. Free to rule.

"Thinking 'bout killing me?", John rumbles, tongue licking a fat stripe over your cunt, nudging your clit. Your gaze flickers back to him: hair a mess, eyes gleaming darkly, hands on your thighs to keep your legs spread. He does not look surprised. Neither does he look worried.

Realization hits you like a blow to the head: he is toying with you. Has been the whole fucking time. The wolf hunting the deer, running a few rounds through the woods to weaken it; its breath whistling with exhaustion, long legs buckling before it collapses - an easy kill. An easy kill for an old wolf, one, that can't quite handle a real hunt anymore.

But maybe, just maybe - judging from the look in his eyes - he got lost in his own game. Its reins slipped from his bloody hands, the wolf tumbling to the ground.

Looking back at him, your lips curl into a sweet smile. "Not anymore", your hand darts out, brushing the loose strands of dark hair from his face - the soft gesture leaving him visibly confused -, "John."

Two can play this game. And maybe, just maybe, the deer can tire the wolf out first.

Something gleams in John's eyes, dances over them like a shadow and he seems to accept the challenge - readying to tire you out - tongue licking over your clit once more, making you shiver and mewl, as he pulls his fingers out of your dripping hole. You feel empty and --

"Do you really think, you could kill me?", he rumbles, voice deep and rough around the edges, "Stupid slut."

And then, quicker than your brain can process it, his hand comes down on your dripping wet pussy.

Your breath hitches, topples over and leaves your throat as a raw, needy moan. Softly stinging pain blooms between your folds and sets your nerves on fire. Blame it on the bruises, blame it on the pain you both inflicted on each other moments ago, but: it riles you up. Mingles with your aching bones and aching cunt, has you arching your back.

"Y'really think you could kill me", he doesn't sound offended, not even amused - voice plain, like he is inquiring if you really believed the earth to be flat. Like you really are stupid.

And you start to feel stupid, too. There was never a chance. You never had a chance. Your death was sealed, determined the second John stepped into the hotel.

You were stupid to believe you could outrun or beat him. You are stupid. And John has every right to show you, teach you, punish you for it.

Giving your cunt another firm slap, John watches your hips twitch, hears your pussy squelching and soft moans falling from your lips. "Shit", you sigh and he slaps your wet pussy once more, feels your slick folds wetting the palm of his hand.

"D'you like that, girl?", and as your only response are wanton gasps falling from your mouth John chuckles deeply, gives your pulsating cunt another two firm slaps. Seeing how he is pulling you apart, how good he makes you feel really seems to do it for him, gets him quite talkative.

"Uh-huh", you make dumbly, quite illiterate, watching him stroking your flushed, hot cunt with two of his fingers. Shivers run down your spine.

And then he leans back in, licks a fat stripe over your sensitive, flushed cunt, from the hole up to the clit.

You squirm, mewl as his beard brushes over your overstimulated skin, leaving a slight burn that mingles deliciously with a fresh wave of arousal that floods your body scalp to toes.

The muscles in your abdomen clench as two of his fingers circle your fluttering hole and then push in, rubbing along your plush walls agonizingly slowly and you can feel yourself tightening around it. Your juices squelch from your cunt as you squirt against his tongue and your slick runs down your folds, wets his fingers and palm while his tongue laps at your pussy, tasting your sweetness.

John pushes is fingers deeper as you moan and sigh, hands fisting his hair and hips moving against his tongue, his digits thrusting into you.

"Oh god", you huff as his lips close in around your clit, sucking on it and the tip of his tongue flicking against it occasionally.

Another wave of fresh wetness floods your cunt as you squirt once more, wetting the sheets below, your slick running down John's wrist.

John parts from your clit, nudges it with his tongue, his beard glistening with your juices.

"Yeah, that's fucking it", another one of his thick fingers pumps itself into your tight little hole and his other hand - also slick with your juices - grabs your thigh, "That's a good girl."

You feel so full, your spine feels like it's on fire and your brain tingles with it, sends wave of pleasure down down down your body; muscles in your loins clenching, chest heaving. It becomes all too much as he leans back in, rubs his tongue over your clit, lips sucking and teasing your folds.

The slight burn of John's beard tickling your plush, hot cunt. His fingers working your open and stretching your tight little hole open far and wide, obscene squelching sounds filling the air as he works you open, brushing against your g-spot occasionally and making you see stars.

But it's too little. It's just not enough.

"Fuck", you whine as John's thick fingers brush over your g-spot with quite some force, tongue lapping at your seeping cunt, "Shit, please. Please, just fuck me, please!"

You can feel him grinning against your wet cunt, beard a little sticky with your juices, letting go of your pussy with an obscene pop. "Yeah", he licks his lips, tastes you on his tongue, "D'you want my cock?"

And that - that might be what makes you lose your mind. Because yes. Yes, you do.

You have been craving to touch it, to feel it since it had pressed against your clothed pussy earlier. Thus, all dignity leaves your body with one, clean whine that breaks free from your throat.

"Yes, fuck - oh god, John", you brabble, legs falling apart further, inviting him in, his digits sinking deeper into your soaking wet hole, "Shit, please fuck me, John - please, please, please --"

Pleas are still falling from your lips like a chant, as a surprising noise breaks the silence, so strangely beautiful that it has you nearly shuddering: John is laughing. It's a nice baritone sound, and the fine lines around his eyes crinkle with it - it's so beautiful, that it drowns the world out. You watch him in awe, as he shakes his head, avoids your gaze.

"Jesus. Look at you", he huffs, voice dripping thickly with amusement, "If you need it that badly--"

Straightening back up and kneeling between your legs, John slips his fingers from your cunt and makes quick work of his belt, trousers, and boxers. The second he frees is cock, you start to drool like a fucking pavlovian-dog.

His dick is so fucking huge. It is nicely curved and cut, the bulbous pink head glistening with pre-cum and a thick, pumping vein at the bottom that rakes from the base to the tip, as it rests between trimmed, dark pubic hair. His cock bobs against his abdomen as it bounces free, smears the pre-cum along the pale skin, twitches at the sudden contact. And Jesus fucking Christ, you just want to fucking touch it, feel its velvety skin in your palm. But you just know that you won't even be able to wrap your hand around its base fully, it's impossible, it--

"I-it won't fit", you whisper, a little taken aback by his sheer size.

"Oh, I'll make it fit, baby."

John takes his cock in one hand, thumb right beneath its head, and rubs it against your slit. And Jesus fucking Christ. Your hips snap up, meet his movements, and he grunts while he spreads his pre-cum along your cunt, gathers your slick. The thick head of his dick prods against your entrance and you take a deep breath, looking down between your legs. You watch how he slooowly pushes in and you gasp at the sudden intrusion, the delicious stretch making you moan.

His cock feels so fucking big, hot, and heavy, as he nestles the tip in, your hole clenching around it. John's brows furrow, and he doesn't wait long until he pushes his cock in further.

The thick base starts to stretch your slim rings of muscles, a sharp pain shooting through it. He can feel your hole protesting, can see you wincing. "Breathe, baby", he hums, "Let me do the rest."

His coarse voice mingles with his words and the waves of pleasure shooting through your body despite the dull pain, conjures up a pretty pretty image that floods your brain - there's sunlight everywhere, orange rays of it hitting a bed covered in white sheets, sweaty bodies on top of it; limbs entangled, hands intertwined with their golden rings shining brightly in the warm light, heavy breathing and sloppy kisses, and lazy thrusts as his cock fucks you awake. The thought makes you dizzy, your legs falling apart and hole fluttering open, inviting him in.

The slight burn leaves you a gasping, whimpering mess as he pushes himself in deep, nestles his huge cock in between your aching, hot, and tight walls.

And John feels like he is going to pass out. No blow to the head, no bullet to the chest, no knife to the stomach could ever make him feel as dizzy as the feeling of your hot cunt squeezing him does right now. His whole body is vibrating with want and lust and he just really hopes that you don't notice that he has gotten a little rusty. The thought quickly gets drowned-out as he looks down, where his thick cock practically splits you open, vanishes in your hole.

"Shit", he huffs out, places one large hand on your stomach and thrusts. Feeling himself moving inside of you has him moaning, gaze shooting up to you, meeting your eyes, as his hand presses down. "You feel me right here, baby?", he rasps and you nod, mouth agape by the sheer force of his thrust, tip of his cock prodding your cervix.

John can see his cock moving inside of you, the way your stomach bulges a little. He gets a little dizzy with, and then his eyes make the mistake of moving up to your face. And it takes a whole lot of fucking will-power of him to not just thrust and thrust and thrust and fuck you until you cry, bleed.

You are so fucking pretty. Mouth agape you watch how his cock vanishes between your legs, splits your cunt open, with his eyes heavy-lidded and cheeks flushed. Your lips are plush and red from his assault.

Your hands grip the sheets and your breasts heave with your deep breaths, that grow a little more flaccid. Next to you lays his gun, knife still buried into the mattress. His eyes drop to the weapons and his breath hitches. And for a split second, like a flash of light, he wonders what in God's name he's doing here. He is a professional. The Ballerina works like that. He doesn't.

A sweet, sweet noise rips him out of his thoughts. "J-john", you mewl, eyes still trained on his massive dick splitting you open, "I-it, it's --"

"Yeah?", he breathes, the sound all soft and careful around the edges.

"Heavy", you breathe.

"Does it hurt?", he kind of wants it to. Make you pay for what you did to him. He kind of doesn't want it to. Make you enjoy what he's got to give.

John realizes he is fucked.

You nod, head flying back into the cushions, while your brows dart together.

John's free hand flies to your clit, nudges it gently, before slowly rubbing wide circles over it. You gasp, as you feel fresh wetness flooding your cunt and dripping down your folds to where his cock splits your hole open, pools around it. He carefully pulls out a little and then pushes back in, assisted by your slick. The way you moan spurs him on and the circles on your clit grow faster and smaller.

Aching your back, you lean into the touch. "That's a good girl", he whispers, voice raw and coarse, dripping with lust and the exhaustion of holding back. John bottoms out, while continuing to rub your clit and he can feel your walls growing plush, your hole fluttering around his dick, relaxing with your hot, seeping cunt inviting him in. "Feels good?"

"Yeah, fuck", you feel like you are being split open, with his thick cock filling you to the brim and rubbing along your walls with every little movement, the thick head prodding gently against your cervix, "Shit, John."

It feels so fucking good, all thoughts being washed away from your brain as he starts to move carefully, thrusts into you once, twice. You moan, lips slightly parted, before your gaze flies to him.

And Fuck. John's chest is flushed a little, muscles of his abdomen flexing with every thrust while his gaze is trained down to where his cock fucks into you, brows darted together a little and his breathing audible.

"John?", you whisper, and his gaze immediately shoots up to you as your comparably tiny hand wraps around the wrist of his hand that is still rubbing your clit.

"Yeah?"

"Fuck me."

For a long moment, he just looks at you and you think - no, you are convinced - that you can see a glimpse of the human being he once was. Caring, sweet and gentle; as he seems to really take it into consideration if you are ready yet, if you know what you are begging for.

Apparently, he does deem you prepared enough, and the soft gaze gets replaced by a dark gleam as all gentleness vanishes from his face once more. Without a warning, John rolls his hips back only to thrust into you again, deep, and hard, immediately picking up a quick rhythm.

It comes as a genuine surprise to you and you gasp, mewling but it quickly feels just so fucking good, practically lights your body up and leaves every nerve-ending on fire, each thrust has you moaning loudly.

It spurs him on, makes him grunt and for a while, you both just watch him gliding in and out of your tight hole, with him feeling your muscles squeezing him and you feeling his cock stretching your open further and further. Your lips as slightly parted and his brows are furrowed as he rolls his hips into yours and you feel time getting lost on you, the only thing of importance remaining is the feeling of him filling you up. John's hands roam your body, wandering over your thighs and your stomach, your hips before angling your leg, pushing the heel of your foot on his shoulder, and grabbing your ankle with one hand, his dick slips into you even further, balls slapping against your ass heavily with each thrust.

You can tell that John has not fucked in a long, long time. It's not the way he does it - all fluid, languid thrust of his hips, muscles dancing under the soft skin. It's mostly the way he pants and grunts - sounds just as desperate as you feel. And still, he has the stamina of a racehorse.

You can feel that he wants to prove it, too, as his free hand grabs your thigh and hoists your other leg over his hip bone, practically pulling your lower half off the bed in the process. Your pelvis now clings to his, obscene sounds of his cock fucking into your wet pussy filling the air while he huffs with his thrusts, yet does not slow down.

The grip on both, your ankle and your thigh are hard, and you are certain his hands will leave a bruise but you just cannot bring yourself to care. Deep down you know, that someone will see them: your maids, your friends, your family.

But all thoughts, all worries get swapped from your brain as your gaze wanders up from where John's dick hammers into you steadily, rakes over his defined stomach and chest and finally, finally lands on his face.

He looks downright, utterly, and breathtakingly -- pornographic.

John's dark pupils blown wide gleaming with arousal, his cheeks are slightly blushed and a thin layer of sweat makes him glow in the dim light of the living room falling onto the bed. It surrounds him like a halo, a Saint of Death and Decay, with his dark hair falling into his forehead and onto his shoulders. He brushes it out of the way with his stunted hand, a ragged breath making his chest heave. There is still some of your slick wetting his beard.

You can't help your mind from going there, from wondering how different things could have been. What it would be like if you had met me in a bar instead of him entering your suite, leaving the hallway behind him looking like a slaughterhouse. Maybe he would have laughed at your jokes, in the dim light of your favorite bar in the city. Maybe he would have liked the same music as you do. Maybe, just maybe, he would have brought you home only to stay the night and fuck you until you would have lost your goddamn mind.

Your hand wanders down your body, strokes your waist and hip in the process, before it languidly drops between your spread legs, two fingers darting out and rubbing circles over your sensitive clit.

John moves quickly, his usual deadly precision shattering your peaceful fantasy, his hand ditching your thigh and closing in around your waist. "Don't you fuckin' touch yourself", he growls, and it's the first time you hear real, actual emotion dwelling in his throat - not his toneless, cold and mechanical rumble. He sounds pissed. Offended.

And the best part is: it seems to get him fucking going.

John leans in, your calf still resting on his shoulder and the slight pain of the stretch is delicious as he nearly folds your body in half. You can feel his dick sliding in even deeper into your hole and you gasp and whine, one hand coming up to dig into his biceps to just hold on. Hold on, while he pounds into you with perfectly angled, deep and strong thrusts, hitting your g-spot with every single one of them.

You know that the suite's door is in shambles, that anyone could walk in here and see you having your brains fucked out by the man who is here to kill you - but you don't care. Part of it is, because the gun is still resting next to your head on the sheets. You could just grab it and shoot anyone dead in heartbeat, whoever is trying to disturb the pleasure that shoots through your body.

But it is also him.

It's the way John is towering over you, back hunched, looking all wide and powerful and deadly, with the way he shields your body from view and harm as he thrusts into you. As he pushes all his rage, adrenaline, and strength into your tight hole, groans, and pants into your ear.

There is nothing you can do, despite holding onto him, nails digging into his back, clutching his broad shoulders, fingers running over his tattoos desperately. He is fucking the living daylight out of you, your body moving like a ragdoll underneath the mountain of muscles and strength. Your cunt is being split open by his cock, as you feel him hammering into you and you feel like you are going to lose your mind, panting and moaning with each of his thrusts.

"John, fuck", you moan sweetly, eyes rolling into your skull as he pounds into you, "You feel so fucking good, shit --"

"Yeah", he huffs, his forehead slowly sinking onto yours, "You too, baby."

You can see his eyelids fluttering, feel his upper body heaving beneath your hands, smell the blood on his skin, mingling with his musky scent. Blaming it on the sickening cocktail of hormones that is flooding both - your brain and your body - you lean in, your lips desperately smacking against his.

And Jesus Fucking Christ. Does John kiss you.

Kisses you like he is starving for it, licking back into your mouth - his body pressing yours into the mattress with his whole weight and muscle, while still thrusting into you.

Your hands tangle into his hair, tugging at it. John moans against your lips and your stomach flutters at the sound, and you want more. One hand moves to lay at the crook of his neck and your tongue presses against his, licking back into his mouth. Adding some force to his neck you invite John deeper into the kiss, and he follows suite, steals you the last bit of air your lungs were holding. Panting you part from him, thumb brushing over the crook of his neck.

Greedily breathing against his lips, you can't help yourself. You feel so alive and you want him to wreck you, to leave something behind that you will remember for every day your heart continues to beat. Greedily breathing against his lips, you can't help yourself but to whisper: "Harder."

John blinks, hips stuttering. And then, he grunts. His hand digs into your waist as he grabs you there, hold you in place will his hips rut into you. Picking up a near brutal rhythm, obscene sounds of your slick being pushed in and out and in out of your hole as he jackhammers into your g-spot, the bedframe rattling as John's thrusts pound it into the wall - leaving you a gasping and moaning mess. His belt clinks with his thrusts and you cling onto him, sharp whines escaping your throat.

"John John John", his name leaves your mouth like a mantra, sharp and high-pitched. His head falls forward, dark locks brushing over your cheek as his temple rests against yours and then you hear it.

John moans.

It's a deep, carnal sound. Your stomach flutters and lust shoots through your body at the noise, your tight cunt squeezing his thick cock as you squirt around his cock like a broken fucking hose, wetting his pubic hair. You can feel it rubbing along your wet folds, the sensation making you mewl, leaves your hips shuddering.

"Shit", you breathe, hands cradling his muscular back and then you can feel his dick twitching inside of you, accompanied by yet another one of his sweet, sweet moans, "Fuck, John--"

He raises his head and your gazes connect, before he leans in, presses his lips onto yours once more. The kiss is surprisingly soft and in stark contrast to the way he ruts and pounds into you and then he hits the spot once more and -

Everything goes white as your muscles clench and unclench suddenly, as you nearly scream against his lips; your hole practically milking his cock as you cum, pussy gushing and squirting around him like a broken hose.

John continues to fuck you through your orgasm and his heavy breathing reaches your ears through the cotton candy, that slowly wraps you in as everything turns light and bright. He moans deeply against your cheek as he comes, too - shoots hot ropes of cum into you and paints your walls with it.

His movements still as he buries himself deep into you, cock twitching with each thick rope of his cum and you can feel him fill you up, as his massive frame slowly sinks down onto you.

Your legs grow heavy and the stretch of your left leg is turning painful and you - a little clumsily - pull it away from his shoulder, stretch it out. Your limbs start to shake and you close your eyes, drawing in deep breaths through your nose.

The room is silent, the air heavy with the musky scent of sex.

Your chest still heaves with the remains of your orgasm, bliss still spreading in your brain and your veins, making you feel like you are flying. Your heart is still racing, as you feel him moving again.

Blinking up at him, you can see him grabbing the gun.

"Don't", you say softly, voice coarse from screaming your lungs out in pleasure just moments ago, "Please, don't." You are not ready to scream yet again. Not ready to scream in pain, instead of pleasure.

John does not reply. He pulls the hammer back, checks the chamber - all with one hand.

"Kill him instead, please."

He freezes, eyes locking with yours. "Who?", he sounds just as exhausted as you. The wolf, tired out. The deer, bleeding, limping.

Call it Post Nut Clarity, call it Finally Taking Your Future In Your Own Hands, call it Emancipating Yourself. Call it Having Wrapped A Deadly Assassin Around Your Pinky.

You were not safer here. You never were. Just more isolated. Easier to locate.

Easier to kill.

Realization hits you like a blow to the head, your vision swimming.

See? I will not die today.

"My father. Kill him."

[imyourbratzdoll]

I crave a good fluffy fic with wolverine, his wife is a badass and when someone threatens him she loses her shit and kicks their ass🫡 with so much disrespect.

hey baby, I'm so sorry for taking so long! I hope you enjoy what I did, it's a bit more violent than you probably wanted.

summary - a dumb 'bad guy' lures you and your husband out, things take an escalated turn when he threatens your husband.

warning - SUPER violent, like extreme level probably, swearing, mentions of sex, dude talks of touching what's his but nothing triggering, dick and balls suffer rip.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

You couldn’t believe this guy, he was really threatening your husband right in front of you. Thinking he was all tough because he could throw fire or some shit? You didn’t know what he could do, except talk a lot of shit. That was probably his power. What was his name again? Captain Talks Shit? Shits A lot? Little Fucker? Who cares, all you care about right now is that he’s threatening your man. 

You walk out of the shadows, having heard enough because honestly. Why do the bad guys always talk for so long? Have none of them realised or picked up from past bad guys mistakes? It was tiring and a waste of your time because you and Logan could’ve been gone by now, screwing each other silly, probably somewhere extremely risky. But, noooo. You had to listen to this jackass.

“Listen, dick licker. If you don’t stop threatening my fucking husband. I’m going to rip your arm off and beat you with it.” You growl, moving to stand in front of Logan. (Sure, he would have protected himself and it may look weak to the other guy that a woman is standing in front of an extremely large man, in more ways than one, wink wink. But you happen to know that this turns your husband on and who are you to deny him his fantasies?)

“Is that a threat?” Captain Dipshit sneers.

“Did it sound like a fucking compliment, Princess?” You watch as he eyes you, sizing you up and in his mind he’s probably thinking ‘yeah, I can take this chick.’ You hope his ego deflates before you kill him.

“Listen, Babe. This is between us men, now why don’t you run along and go make us a sandwich or something. Maybe put on some cute lingerie and wait for me in the bedroom ‘cause once I’m done with your husband here. You’ll be creamin’ around me.”

Logan shakes his head, stepping way back. He remembered when he accidentally said something similar and he was in a coma for a whole month, not even his fast healing could help him. 

It was like a switch turning on, the beast that lived within you had been released from its cage and not even God could save this man now. You stalked towards him, he still smirked thinking he was safe. You jump, wrapping your legs around his neck and twisting, bringing him down using a move your good friend Natasha had taught you. You move swiftly while he is down, sending a harsh kick to his face, hearing the satisfying crack of his nose and possibly jaw breaking. You grab him by his hair and lift him, a large grin covering your face as you bring him eye level with you. 

“You wanna repeat that, Princess?” You bring him closer, whispering in his ear. “How bout you go make me a sandwich, put on a cute set and I’ll bash your dick in with a baseball bat. How do ya like the sound of that? Cause I love it.” 

He struggles within your grip, trying to swing at you but with your other hand that isn’t gripping his hair. You snap his arms, relishing in the sound of bones breaking. His screams echo the warehouse, dumbarse had lured us in here without a backup plan or backup. 

You let go of your grip on his hair, immediately switching to gripping his throat instead. “You don’t like my plan, Princess? Rethinking the whole thing? Cause ya already pissed me off by threatening the man I love, but then you had the balls to say THAT? Tell me, Princess. Just between us girls. Did mummy not give you any hugs as a kid? Cause how did you think this was gonna go? You could’ve ‘killed’ the Wolverine, but he wouldn’t have stayed dead. No. But if he heard you touching me, touching what’s HIS. He would’ve torn you to shreds, but slowly. Very slowly. It’s what makes me love him.” You pat the man’s cheek, grinning as he winces. 

“How bout an apology and I won’t kill you.”

“F–fuck you.” He spits at you, SPITS. Not even clear fucking spit, this shit has blood in it. You lift your hand, wiping the spit with the back of it and then onto his clothes. 

Your face screwed up. “Well, that was stupid.” With quick movements, you throw him, watching him crash into a wall so hard that it leaves a dent. Your hand reaches out and a bat flies into it. “You’re not wearing that cute set and I don’t have a sandwich, but this will do.” He tries to shuffle away, his eyes wide. You stalk toward him and swing, smashing his dick and balls with one hit. Think Superman merged with Hulk strength, how do you think his twig and berries did?

A scream rips out of his mouth before his eyes roll back and he falls backwards. You frown and poke him with your bat. “Hey mista, you dead?” You look at Logan, “Bitch passed out.” He shakes his head at the pout on your lips. 

He walks over and places a kiss on your head, “C’mon, let’s go home now or better yet. You ready to do something real risky, Sweets.” Your eyes light up.

“Do you mean…?!”

Logan nods, smirking. “I’ll finally let you fuck me while I drive.” Your squeals escape as you jump into his arms, smothering his face with kisses.

“OH THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU! You’re the best husband a woman could ask for!” And with that, Logan carries you out as you stare at him dreamily.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[koqabear]

hiii this is for the 2k event, i wanted to ask if u write hybrid!au cause yeonjun dressing up as nick wilde has got me feeling a little delusional. if u don’t completely ignore this but if u do, can i request fox yj and maybe bunny reader?

[2K Masterlist]

"Yeonjun is adamant that you’re a pretty, porcelain doll. You’re more than ready to shatter that idea and show him that you’re stronger than he thinks."

fox hybrid! yeonjun x bunny hybrid! reader // wc: 1.9K // genre: hybrid au, pwp. this is just straight filth im sorry. MDNI.

warnings dom!yeonjun, sub!mc, somnophilia (consensual), oral (f rec.) pet names (bunny, good girl), degrading, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degrading, kitchen sex, manhandling, dacryphilia, begging, scratching, possessiveness, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampies, aftercare kinda, girl idk i literally just dissociated when i wrote this i forget how exhausting this all is!!

Notes: the healthcare system is fucked even in fanfiction, you can’t escape. 

Every decision you’ve made throughout your relationship with Yeonjun has led to where you are now:

Face down, ass up, tears in your eyes and words muddled through the drool that spills through your lips. 

You’ve told him countless times that you’re not fragile; that the sweet, docile image he has of bunny hybrids is nothing but a sham, and that you can take anything he offers with a confident stride— and though he simply laughed in endearment and shook his head at your claims, you insisted. You insisted throughout all the sugary sweet times he made love to you, during all the moments where you felt his hands hesitate to hold you, as though he was afraid that putting pressure on your body would be enough to make you shatter. 

The words were tiring to both his and your ears at some point: the petulant whines asking for more, your pathetic attempts to try and take control and change the pace entirely— Yeonjun’s sharp, narrowed eyes that flickered at you in warning was the harshest thing you received from him— but judging by the shivers that flowed down your spine like water, your fluffy tail twitching in attention, you knew that your body only craved for more and your brain wouldn’t settle down until you got your way.

You could say that he warned you. He really did, technically, sitting you down for a serious talk about something you two never really discussed in detail. You watched with wide, slightly confused eyes as he explained to you that his heat was approaching, and that you definitely shouldn’t be around for it— when you perked up to interrupt, he merely shook his head to shut you down and continue his explanation. 

“I usually take medication, but my insurance no longer covers my usual prescription.” he told you, his ginger ears twitching in annoyance from the mere memory, “I’m taking a leave from work for it, and… I want to spend this time alone.”

“It gets intense… I don’t want to hurt you.”

A bruised ego and terribly confrontational personality was truly a god awful combination. Though you suppose it helped you for the better, considering that after a good argument with your ever-so loving and doting boyfriend, he finally gave up. 

You can remember the sight so vividly; his ruffled hair, the fluffy tail that whipped from side to side as he finally slumped back against the couch, out of breath and exhausted— his ears pinned against his head in defeat the moment he took a good look at you, in all your still fired up and energetic glory. 

He knew it was a losing battle the moment you cocked a challenging brow at him, as though begging for him to continue.

The word okay has never sounded better from your boyfriend's mouth. 

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That all leads you back to today. It’s been— oh, you really can’t remember. A day? Maybe two? You don’t think it matters at this point, since the only thing that fills your mind now is the feeling of being full, stuffed, and warm. 

Yeonjun gave you a chance to back out the second he opened the door for you. He spoke to you calmly, softly, nervously, watching you hop around his living room and throw your overnight bag on his couch, overjoyed to be taking such a monumental step forward in your relationship. You dismissed every slow, anxious sway of his tail as you ate dinner together, listening intently as he told you about how he’s gotten with his previous partners. 

It was too much for many of them. He gets aggressive. He gets insanely needy, it goes on for hours, even throughout the night. 

You prayed that he didn’t notice the pathetic clench of your thighs and slight arousal as he told you about his details, nodding sweetly when he asked if you were okay with doing the things he mentioned. 

You established a safeword, coddled him the moment you noticed his temperature beginning to rise, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead as you murmured your goodnights. 

About six hours passed when you first felt it; you’ve always been a light sleeper, so you were doomed the second your sensitive ears picked up on the sound of restless rustling behind you. You tried your best to ignore it, your drowsy mind eager to go back to sleep, but the white noise of sheets moving around was quickly accompanied by something else— breathy, desperate gasps.

“Bunny…” Yeonjun’s raspy whine was enough to have your ear twitching slightly; more rustling, and suddenly, a scorching heat hovers behind you. “Bunny, need… need you s’bad…”

His hands are heavy on your skin, almost scorching with the way he restlessly makes his way up your shirt, groping at your tits before they slide down your stomach, feeling you up all the way down before they stop at your thighs— without warning, he presses flat against you, a hand snaking beneath your body to wrap around your stomach and pull you flush into him. He was so hard, so needy that the very feeling of your soft ass pressing against him was enough to rip out a broken sob from him.

“Let me fuck you,” he murmured against the shell of your ear, words that slurred together showing that he was also half-awake, probably not too aware of his actions and the way he rutted into you helplessly, “C’mon bunny, lemme use you.” 

Your ass that pressed back into him and the sleepy whine that left you was enough for him.

You can only remember drifting in and out of consciousness that night; the sloppy, wet sounds of skin against skin and desperate grunts was nothing but white noise to you at that point— Yeonjun was glued to you for hours on end, fat cock thrusting harshly into your poor, abused cunt, filled with so much cum that it could only smear onto your inner thighs and his balls, leaving a mess you wouldn’t be able to clean anytime soon. 

When you woke up, you were on your back— your pussy was sore and a whine bubbled up uncontrollably from your throat, hips canting up and against Yeonjun’s face— your hands were shaky as you fisted the sheets, tears pricking your eyes as you listened to Yeonjun’s sweet nothings against your skin, leaving bites and kisses against your thighs as he promised you that he’d be quick, that he just needed to eat your sweet cunt— you’d get cleaned up nicely after. 

Yeonjun was a liar, of course— because none of his sweet promises included his burning desire to fuck you after you came, cleaning you up only to push his cock back in and fuck you right into the mattress; legs pressed against your stomach, wails leaving you as he plunged into you with abandon, frantic hands scratching down his back as you cried from the overstimulation— it only ended with him pressing deeply into you and emptying yet another load into your tired cunt. 

The semblance of normalcy that followed after didn’t last very long, either— yeah, getting carried to the shower and having him clean you up and scrub you down was nice, and sitting at the counter as you watched him make a quick breakfast was nice too, a heartwarming glimpse into a domestic future with him— but you were only able to get halfway through your meal before Yeonjun decided that he’d much rather bend you over the kitchen counter and have you there instead— moaning wantonly as he watched your trembling legs fail to keep up, buckling under his pace and forcing him to hold you up with his insane strength— and just when you thought he was getting tired, he simply flipped you on your back and laid you on the counter instead; he always did think you looked really pretty when you were totally fucked out, anyway. 

Maybe that’s when hours started blending together— he was sweet and caring when he needed to be, cleaning you up with a feather-like touch and kisses that warmed your heart— only to give you the whiplash of the century when his pupils dilated and the only thing he honed in on was you. 

You. You you you. 

His ears would press against his head and his tail would flicker dangerously, narrowed, focused eyes meeting your bleary ones with ease; you could only sit there and let him maneuver you however he liked, shivering and falling limp with each time he’d slide his cock into you, as though you finally felt complete. 

You looked so breathtaking to him— under him, over him, whatever position he suddenly found himself needing you in— teary eyes and swollen lips calling his name like a mantra, a prayer, a plea for him to use your body until he got his fill.

There was something so addicting about the way you trembled from the overstimulation, sobbing and writhing yet never saying your safe word. It had Yeonjun fascinated, the guilty part of his mind berating him for trying to see how far he could take things— yet, no matter what he did or what he said, you only seemed to beg for more, like you’d been waiting for this moment for ages.

“Take it, T-take it like a good toy,” Yeonjun hissed, fingers digging into your hips as his cock battered into you ruthlessly. You merely cried and moaned, cotton tail wiggling with every drag against your walls, the soft fur coated with dried cum, “said you could handle it, right? Stupid fucking bunny— nothing but a cumdump for me, hmm?”

Your squeals and chants of yes! Yes yes yes! only spur Yeonjun on even more— his body feels as though it’s on fire, bright hair sticking to his sweaty skin as he merely pushes himself further— you can practically feel his back hover over your own, able to tell that he’s close from his faltering pace and shaky breaths that fan across your skin. 

“Want me to breed you?” he asks, though there’s no need to ask anymore if the previous loads he’s dumped into you are any indication of your answer. Yet he still does, almost like instinct; it’s much more satisfying to hear you beg for it, anyway. 

And you do— your begging is so cute, how could he ever resist? Yeonjun’s nails might break your skin with how tightly he’s holding you, teeth digging into his pouty lip as he pumps himself into you, once, twice, then empties out everything he has to offer— your back arches and your hips move back to try and glue yourself to him, crying out his name in satisfaction as he fills you for the nth time of the night. 

The way you keen out, the sight of your ears that are pinned to your head along with your tail that shivers with satisfaction is like drugs to him; he’s hopelessly addicted to you, to all of you, from your stuffed cunt that continues to suck him in to your soft voice that whimpers out at every sensation you offer him.

Such a good girl, Yeonjun thinks to himself, butterfly kisses spanning along your sweaty skin, your barely conscious form curling into him for more, how did he get so lucky?

Even after he’s given you a moment to rest, laying down with you on top of him, you still cling onto him, sighing in content as you allow him to cockwarm you, already bracing yourself for the moment he feels himself needing you again. And as you both drift into a much needed nap, Yeonjun can only find himself thinking one thing. 

Thank god for you and your argumentative nature.

[pursuitseternal]

“Bites in the Night: Part 3…” Astarion x Reader on the road… with sexy daggers this time ⚔️

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Part 3: “Daggers are a love language, my sweet…”

Astarion x F!Reader | E | 3.4k of swords + smut

Summary: You keep watch over your companions, but after the events of the… and after weeks of growing closer with your Vampire Rogue in terms other than sex… you need to burn some of your energy off. A midnight session with your blades seems the solution… especially when you find yourself with… a sparring partner.

Inspired by Careful—ibite’s post and amazing blog! Thank you @careful---ibite !

CW: sword sexual innuendo, getting handedly defeated by Astarion, true feelings confession ™️, NSFW: forest edition, and some bad “sheathing” puns that make Astarion roll his eyes.

Read here if you prefer AO3

Don’t lose your breath on this one, Darling…

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Keeping watch, you sit by the fire, the sound of your companions breathing joins the soft crackles and pops of the fire. Your rotation falls tonight, it’s crisp in the mountains, the pine air is cool, so you stay by the fire, tending it until your watch is done. Keeping the others warm and safe.

Well…. All the others except for Astarion. You watched him slip into the trees an hour ago, one last look thrown you way over his shoulder. Your vampire, heading out to hunt.

Your heart aches, knowing full well just how many long horrors he endured as a spawn. Watching him hide that self doubt behind his swagger, covering his self-loathing behind constant flirtation as smooth as silk. It had been easy to give him the space he had asked for you, to grow in your knowledge of one another, not just carnally.

In fact, it had been weeks. Traveling and fighting, and seeking down cures… and all the while, he had not asked for you to come to his bed again. Of course, he had crept beside yours to feed when you gave him every opportunity, but his touches were light. You scoff to yourself, thinking as you scan the treeline for movement. You would call his attentions almost chaste if it were not for the way he looks at you, undressing you in his mind, and the way his words beckon you with every little flirtatious thought that crosses that same dirty mind.

But you wait. You show him there is more to intimacy than fucking. Every conversation you have, every time you offer for him to feed when he begins to look haphazard and bedraggled, all those little ways you do care.

Grabbing two more logs, you set them in the blaze. Wiping your hands together, you slowly stand, eyeing the rest of your party as they sleep. Blissful for now. Exhausted from the journey and from your latest grisly encounter of the day. Sometimes, you had even seen your own life flash before your eyes, let alone watched in horror as every one of your companions nearly met an end today.

It was a rest well deserved. And you had taken the watch tonight, guilt plaguing you to have put every single one of them in such mortal peril.

Nothing a little self-prescribed training couldn’t fix. Or at least, couldn’t help clear your conscience.

You check your hips, blade on one side, dagger at the other. These weapons were… newly acquired. Well, stolen… well, stolen for you by your Vampire rogue. Thievery seemed to be his love language. But they were unfamiliar at best, their balance, their grip were strange, even if they were stronger and more powerful. And it had almost cost lives today.

You walk towards the forest, sure that the fire would keep burning for a couple hours at least now. The hard scrape of your weapons as you draw them both sets you on edge, wakes you up.

They feel light, lighter than the blades you knew. You give them a spin, the soft handles steady in your palms, trying hard not to fumble them, to catch your fingers on the elegant cross guards. Holding them aloft, you settle yourself on the balls of your toes, readying stance, primed to begin your forms. They flow through you, form after form, swiping and stabbing and parrying. Slowly. Carefully at first.

Then you pick up speed. Swiping faster, sword and dagger more familiar now. You spin on your toes, as if you mean to strike your enemies from behind.

And you jolt as your blade meets another with a clang.

Astarion smirks at you, that twist of his lips and cant of his brows that makes your blood run hot. His dagger shines in the moonlight as he slowly scrapes it down the length of your sword.

“Hello, darling,” he purrs. “I see you took some advice to practice for once.” He pushes your sword to your side, but that sharpened dagger still remains in his hand, his smirk widens as he slowly presses its point beneath your chin.

You laugh, breathless, unable to deny the edge of fear he still manages to incite in you. “Amazing, Astarion,” you try to laugh, feeling his body drawing closer. “You can’t help but shove cold, pointed things in my face even when we aren’t…”

“What?” he smirks wider, clearly enjoying where this is going, “doing the deed?”

Your own smirk turns your mouth, your tongue suddenly wet as you try to swallow. Not as wet as other parts of your grow, however. “Exactly,” you manage to reply the single word steadily.

“Hmm, yes, about that,” he continues, voice suddenly quiet and steady and raw. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am for you. You are different, you do care. Enough to actually become acquainted with me, to come to know me, more than I do myself it seems.” That veil of seduction slips, his voice cracking a bit as he lowers his dagger from your skin. “Today, watching you almost get vivisected on some enemy spear, however, made me realize many things.”

“Oh?” you breathe. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, hard and throbbing to hear his confessions, and to be reminded of your burning guilt yet again.

“Many things,” he repeats, “the least of which is that you are far too precious to me to watch you die.” His words are filled with ache, his crimson eyes wide and wet as he looks down at you.

Tears? you wonder. It is too dark to really see, but from the way his voice seems to stick in his throat…

But he clears his voice, quickly back to that honeyed tone. “I also realize that you need a sparring partner, training alone will only do you so much good. And since I’m so much better than you…”

You step back, folding your arms across your chest, trying to be exacting. But your back bumps unceremoniously against some pine. And his body closes in to cover you, faster than you can gasp. His hands pin you in, splaying around your shoulders as he pushes into your frame, your back scratched by the peeling bark. But you can’t care. Not with the ecstacy of his body bearing into you, all hard and strong and everywhere.

You sigh, “Gods, I’ve missed this…” the words are out of your mouth before you can even think them.

“Mmm, I have, as well,” his words rasp in your mouth, his lips, his fangs so close again. “Almost losing you today, I realized one more thing, that I would go mad, I would rather die, than to lose you, to live my life alone without your affection, your care… and without that perfect body of yours, darling.”

Molten. Your blood is singing in your veins, your mouth waters and your cunt aches, positively drenching your breeches, you are sure.

Your body writhes, a little unbidden roll of your hips against him as he presses you harder.

“Your dual-wielding requires finesse, darling,” he is insufferable, the way his eyes skate over your face, fixing on the way your veins pulse in your neck. “Shame I only have one weapon you could grip to practice with… guess we will have to do this the old-fashioned way…”

“I thought you said you didn’t want me to think of you in terms of….”

“A person can have a change of heart, can’t they?” His voice is like music, lilting and deep. “In fact, I’d like to up the ante, raise the stakes a bit, my dear…”

He withdraws from you, his hands unsheathing two daggers, so sharp you can almost hear them whistle in the air as he grips them with a flourish. A smile plays around his lips, more enticing than fear inducing, though you feel both pounding in your body as you watch him square up to you. “If you win, you get to have me in whatever fashion you so desire, darling. Let your imagination run wild….”

“And if you win?” You force an air of confidence, a swing of your side sword and dagger that mimics his own flare.

But Astarion only laughs, that rapid, low-toned giggle as he grins so wide, you see his fangs in the starlight. “No spoilers, my dear, but I promise you will never forget it…”

“You’re not going to…”

“Kill you? No,” his brows furrow in a rush of hurt. “Weren’t you listening? The only way for me not to personally worry myself into another grave about you is to make sure you are up to snuff with those new blades. Now, put up and shut up….” He breathes, a deep exhale that eases the clenching of his body, “…darling.”

You smile, heart pounding as you take the sight of him in. You remember the way you first met… his dagger at your throat, your body trapped between his legs. And now, the way he sways on his feet, a bit feline and totally predacious. His fingers twitch on the hilts of his elegant blades, his eyes watching you. Daring you. Assessing you.

He waits for you to move first. So you do, you stab, you spin. But every swing of your sword, he deflects, barely moving as he parries you just so easily. There is no way, no way his two short daggers should be able to work the magic he draws from them. They seem part of his body, just as cold and hard, sharper than his tongue.

You try a few more swings, doing your best to catch him off guard. But he always anticipates you. Always blocks you. Steady and unmoving.

Until he begins to press his advantage. You notice the way he begins to lean on his toes, his dodges becoming advances, his parries turning into quick little attacks. And then, you see him smile, brow arching in that rakish way that unsettles your stomach and makes your neck burn where he bites you.

He lunges, his blades everywhere at once. His silver hair whips in the breeze, moving so quickly. You dodge, having to retreat step after step, so you don’t get sliced by more than his fangs. You manage to hook one dagger with yours, a slight twist sends it careening to the forest floor. But it’s all he will allow you as a small victory. He knocks first one blade out of your grip, then the next.

His empty hand grips both of yours, lighting-quick speed flying you back against that same fated tree. He raises your arms above your head, pinned in one large, icy palm, leaving you dangling by his preternatural strength.

But that other hand still holds one weapon, its sharp tip pressing along the line of your jaw.

You pant, unable to catch your breath or cease your racing heart. But he, he stands, cooler than the shade, not even a sweat on his brow. He lets the blade of his dagger score down your skin, careful not to cut. Just the delicious drag of metal to send you panting and writhing.

“It would seem you lost, darling…”

“Have I, though?” you let yourself give in to the feeling of being his prey. Savoring the clenching of his body as he cages you in. “I’m fairly certain by now you just shove daggers at my throat as a way of saying you want me, Astarion…”

“Tch,” he sucks his teeth and cocks his head, eyeing you with deep enjoyment. “Daggers are a love language, my sweet, one of my favorites.” He leans in closer to you, that dangerous blade still pushed gently against your flesh. “When you’ve seduced as many as I have, you learn to use… all… your weapons. But I’ve saved the best for you, my love.”

“Thoughtful of you, my love,” you match his ardor, throwing the same new pet name back between his hovering lips.

“Mmm, best wait to thank me until I’ve finished claiming my victory, since you…” he reaches your hands higher above you head, blade of his dagger slipping like hard silk under your chin, tilting your mouth higher. Closer. “… since you lost, darling.”

“Did I? I’m pretty sure I’ll win, once you’ve… stowed your weapon…”

His eyes flash in humor, a giggle erupting loudly from his throat. “Gods, don’t spoil my winnings with such puns, I plan to have such a good time…”

Your lips flutter, stomach sinking to your knees, pulling on his hand that holds you pinned, raising on the tips of your toes until his blade slips away and your lips crash into his. He releases the dagger, letting clatter at your feet. Unleashing his favorite weapons, his lust and his fangs, and both tear into you. The surge of his hunger pushes into you, his tongue tangling with your, his hands dropping, caressing and massaging your body everywhere. Like he can’t feel you enough. Can’t bring him into his body, his mouth enough to sate him.

Your hands meet his in equal need, your fingers tearing at his doublet, snapping the buttons until Astarion can easily shirk it off. His hands make quick work of his own tunic, and you hold your breath, the moment you see that ivory body, chiseled and hard and perfect. You throb for more. Hand cupping at the back of your neck, he devours you again, lips working yours with demand, your hands wandering up and down the ridges of his stomach. That always hungry stomach. Your hands pull him, all your pent up need igniting to feel his smooth, icy skin against you. You pull your own shirt from your breeches, his hands instantly aiding, making quick work of it, pulling it over your head.

He won’t stop there, instantly ripping into your breeches, tearing them open until you feel his cool touch slipping into your folds. So swollen, so drenched, you shudder, instantly throwing your head back against the tree.

“More,” you pant, sliding your own clothing from your legs.

“If you joke about sheathing my weapon, right now; I swear I’ll bite you…” he growls, hand freed now to work into you all the more.

“You’re going to bite me anyway,” you sigh a laugh, “why not let you stow…”

His mouth stops your words, his fingers crooking and thrusting into your folds, arousal dripping down his knuckles, making other noises come from your throat than less-than-tasteful wordplay.

Your hands shake, fingers trying so hard to free the buckle at his waist, to sneak into the fastened band of his breeches. Fumbling with the clasp, you make him gasp, scoring your nails into his belly.

He hisses into your mouth, “Careful, love, unless you’re so eager to draw my blood. Just as much a danger with your nails as you are your blades…”

You laugh, slow as his hand slips from inside you, giving you the aid you seek with haste. Clothing falls, his cock springs free, prodding against your mound, your belly. His skin is a relief against your flushed body, you crave more. Need more.

He sees it on your face as he looks down at you. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, “the glisten of your sweat, the dilation of your eyes and swell of your kissed lips… the only thing missing is a little blood…” his face quirks into that rakish leer, twisting smirk and canting brows. You nod, pulling your own hair from your neck, crying out the moment he bites into you. The intoxicating way you feel him feeding, swallowing down your blood, you bodies joined before he even fucks you. You moan, aching for more of him as he lifts his mouth from your skin.

Hands grasp at your ass, lifting you, and you jump into his arms. He treads to the mossy hills around you, settling you down. Covering you with the weight of his body, the force of his desire that you had craved for so, so long.

You would have it no other way, giving him everything under the stars, finally seeing his eyes fixed into yours as he enters you. At last. His words run dry, mouth far too busy stealing your breath and tongue too occupied dancing with yours to make any sultry remarks.

He is speechless. But the thrusts of his body, the obsessive stare into your eyes, the working of his kiss, it showers you with more praise than any flirtation ever had.

This. This was real. No holding back, no pretense. Just his absolute need to bury himself to his balls in you. To consume your every living breath as if it would give him life again.

He takes his time, making you feel every inch of his massive length dragging through you, in and out. His arms wrap you into him, clinging around your shoulders. And you do the same, hands clutching those mysterious lines of infernal that cover the clenching muscles of his back. You wrap him in your arms, your legs, as if to reassure him you won’t let go. Won’t ever let go. His breathing grows harsh, damp in your mouth. Aching as if a million emotions will burst from his chest. Your hands move to his cheeks, feeling them slightly damp beneath your fingers.

Sweat or tears, you don’t know. You can’t know in this darkness. But he wants it that way. You kiss the damp, salt on your lips as you keep your mouth there. Hands cradling his face as he still draws himself in and out.

You breathe his name, your hands caressing into those silver silken locks… “Astarion…”

Something between you shifts he lifts his head, mouth devouring yours, hands wandering from that hard embrace to cling to your ass, holding you as his thrusts suddenly pick up speed, hammering into you with all the precision and force of his fighting. You can feel him winding tight like a spring, bearing into you with hunger. Single focused need. As if you are the last morsel between him and starvation.

He grunts with each thrust, your own wave of climax swirling through you, driven higher with his pounding. The slaps of his body against yours echo in your ears, his voice silken even as he curses, “Gods below, so tight, so wet… so good…”

You shatter with his praise, tumbling in a writhing stuttering, wet mess as you come. His head thrown back, face blissfully contorted, he follows you into his own. Hardest yet, he slams into you, collapsing against your body on the forest floor.

His head nestles into the crook of your shoulder, blood still seeping. And you don’t fail to notice that his tongue licks you slowly.

“Well, handsome victor,” you tease, “enjoy your prize?”

He props himself up from you slightly, his eyes even smirking as he smiles. A little swivel of his hips drags his still hard cock through the mingling juices of you both. “Enjoy it? Yes, very much, my love. But I am hardly satisfied…” He giggles in that bubbly way of his, pulling out and pulling you to your feet. “I think it requires closer inspection in my tent…”

He doesn’t stop to collect your clothes or your weapons, no. His strength is tenfold with all your blood inside him as he bends down to throw you over his shoulder. You give a muffled yelp, one he corrects with a slight slap on your rear as you dangle down his back.

“Prizes don’t need to draw so much attention to themselves, darling…” He carries you, your body swaying over his shoulder like some good he pinched, coming closer and closer to the circle of light from your camp.

“Attention? I was on watch, Astarion,” you growl, mortified as you realize what you abandoned.

“Not anymore,” you hear a sleepy voice from behind you. Gale clears his throat louder as he does not approach you, your naked vampire rogue drawing nearer to his own tent. “You’re both off the watch rotation until you can practice some self control.” He sounds grumpy, but you don’t care as Astarion swings you around.

“I’ll be much obliged to you, wizard,” he taunts, running a hand over the pert swell of your ass “Might take some time you know…. Practice does make perfect…”

[whxre-bxby]

For the hate-fucking with Brown or Ja, maybe they would hate each other because they like knew each other in the past (like high school rivalry) and they never outgrew it.

Or they're just really competitive keep trying to outdo the other.

Or when they woke up as recoms they were both really distraught by the situation and when emotions ran high they both said some hurtful stuff and after that they started hating each other

Just some suggestions! :)

Why not combine both into one :D , I chose the last idea. Thank you for your request!

Recom Brown x Recom f. Y/N x Recom Ja

Hatefucking with Brown and Ja

Masterlist (baseball cap buddies)

Summary: After waking up as recoms, many soldiers keep neglecting their emotions which leads to them exploding one day. Y/N gets into an argument with both Ja and Brown and they solve it by finally once giving in to their instincts and listening to their bodies.

Warnings: Smut, angst, cursing, arguing, manhandling, roughness, angry/hate sex, non-con, hurt/comfort, aftercare, threesome, orgasm denial, teasing, penetration, blowjob

Word Count: 6949

As you definitely already know by now, waking up in an Avatar wasn’t easy for the recoms. You all struggled but no one ever talked about it. Suppressing and ignoring is easier than acknowledging and solving. 

It’s an unhealthy strategy, you know that, but it does work. To a certain extent at least. Sometimes, bottling up emotions will cause them to suddenly burst one day. When that happens, things usually escalate. 

Now to bring up the inevitable, that exact thing already happened. 

About a week ago you lost your patience with two soldiers specifically. They broke too. 

You’re in the weaponry, holding a wetted rag in one hand and your assault rifle in the other. The weapon which now has scratches and a dent in it because of the way it was carelessly chucked at you by Ja. 

That was the first small spark of the huge fire that broke out that day. 

He’s clearly in a bad mood which infected you. His behaviour is unprofessional and you yourself aren’t in the best state of mind to be dealing with his moody self. 

But you have a little self-control left in you, so you don’t comment on his behaviour. You let it slide. Nonetheless, you’re pissed off. Your ears are flattened back and a frown is covering your usually cheerful face. 

Ja notices your mood change but it doesn’t cross his mind that it’s because of him. Sitting around the room on the other benches are Brown and Prager. Everyone is busy. Which is why Ja should focus on his work and not yours. 

“You’re doin’ it wrong.” he suddenly blurts out, breaking the heavy silence. The silence was comfortable and pleasant before he threw the weapon right next to you. 

Your movements of wiping the grease from the gun still and you ask yourself whether you heard that right. You hope for his sake that you imagined it because if he were to have the nerve to comment on your doings after his little childish fit, you would lose it. 

You glance up at him, studying his expression only to realise he did in fact say that and is now awaiting a reaction. Brown and Prager and now listening too. 

“You think I don’t know how to clean my own weapon?” You ask with an undertone of sass which has his ears flipping back too. 

“I can see you’re clueless.” 

That’s it. You can’t stand him anymore. “I’ve done this before. I know what I’m doing, dipshit.” you sneer at him, resting your hands on your lap while he stands in front of you. 

“Maybe that’s why our weapons haven’t been working properly lately. ‘Cause you have no idea what you’re doin’.” 

You’re speechless and boiling with anger. Who does he think he is?

“Maybe if you wouldn’t throw them on the fucking ground they would work just fine.”

Ja isn't able to fire back an argument at that. Perhaps he forgot he even mishandled your weapon. That could very well be the case. The number of overwhelming emotions have caused many of you to become hotheaded, but you were too angry with Ja to excuse his behaviour. 

You get up to stand at eye level with him. His stare is hard and intimidating now but you won't back down. You're not scared of him. 

"Don't start bitching to me about shit I know. It's not my problem you're all moody." You snap, provoking him by mimicking his voice in an exaggerated manner. 

"Moody?" He scoffs, taking a step forward to intimidate you. "You've been actin' like a bitch all day." 

You laugh at his pathetic comment. There's almost no point arguing with him. It’s like talking to a rude brick wall.

"I haven't even seen you today, until now." You reply. 

Prager steps up, walking a few steps closer to Ja and me. 

"Cut it out, both of you. We have to finish this in an hour." Prager says. He's right, we have a tight schedule and this is wasting time. 

Ja glares at him. "This doesn't concern you. She's been like this the whole time so I'm gonna deal with her now." 

You scoff, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "You don't have to 'deal' with shit. Brush it off like everyone else."

"Yeah, like that's what you do." He chuckles darkly.

"I let you, throwing my fucking weapon on the ground, slide earlier. I didn't call you out for almost breaking the door handle when you came in and I didn't complain about Brown not putting the fucking weights back." You snarl at Ja but now Brown stands up too. 

"Don't pull me into this shit." Brown says and Prager sighs before taking his weapon and leaving the room. 

"Just like your mess almost pulled me to the floor?" You continue to provoke, shifting your gaze from Ja to Brown. 

Brown had left his weights on the ground of the gym the other day instead of putting them back and you almost tripped over them after your workout. 

"Hey, I'm not the one blocking the shower for an entire hour." He snarls and you roll your eyes. 

"At least I fucking shower." You fire back. "Both of you smell like shit."

Ja takes offence again and glares at you as you turn around to pick up your weapon. The second you straighten your posture, a hand is on your shoulder and it roughly spins you around to face the two of them. 

"You do it on purpose don't you?" Ja snarls. 

His words catch you off guard. You don't understand. 

"What?" You ask, genuinely confused. Your angry tone fades with the question. 

"You wind us up." Brown adds, seeming to understand what Ja is saying. 

"I wind you up?!" You almost shout in disbelief. "Do you know how long I've been fighting the urge to punch you two?!"

They grin evilly at you, probably imagining you attempting to punch them. It makes you want to do it that much more. 

"I saved your lives you know?" You tease, shifting your weight from one leg to another. 

"Oh yeah, how?" Ja scoffs. 

"Pure self-control." You snarl, hinting at the fact that you're trying your best to not kill them.

"Something you both lack."

"Yeah, well you don't make it easy." Ja replies, stepping forwards so that he's all up in your space. His chest bumps against yours and your heart is racing. You tell yourself it's from the anger but really, it's because of them. Your hatred for each other has caused tension between the three of you. 

You don't know how to reply to that so you take a step back, trying to read his expression before your yes avert to Brown's. 

"What do you use? Is it some fuckin' body wash?" He asks and you just stare up at him in confusion.

" ‘S that why it takes you so fuckin' long to shower?" Brown grins scanning your body over. 

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You ask, upping the tone once more and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

There's a small pause while you await their answer. Both soldiers exchange looks before staring at you a little while longer. As if they aren't sure why you aren't catching on to what they're saying.

"Your smell. It's different." Ja says. You're at a loss for words. Are they seriously insulting your hygiene after mentioning themselves you take the most care of yourself?

"I smell different?" You ask in disbelief, trying to understand what is going through their heads. 

"You didn't smell like this before." Brown adds. You feel like you’re going mad. What the actual fuck are they talking about?

"Before what?" you fire back, trying to get to the bottom of this.

"Before we became recombinants. When we were human." Brown replies. Their eyes are fixated on you and their full attention makes you slightly nervous. You’re not used to this. 

“What are you even saying?” You ask again, telling yourself you will just leave like Prager if they don’t start making sense soon. 

Ja exhales loudly and still looks angry at you. 

“You expect us to be able to work properly with you smelling so fuckin’ good?” 

The words slowly sink in and you realise they are actually not insulting you. That’s a surprise. 

“Whatever you’re usin’, let it be.” Brown growls, backing up Ja. They both seem fed up. 

You think about their words and reactions for a minute, putting the puzzle pieces together in your mind while they just watch you. 

Suddenly, an idea comes to mind which has it all making sense and you gasp in shock before bursting out in laughter. 

Now it’s their turn to be confused. Ja and Brown exchange a quick questioning glance before turning back to you. 

“What so fuckin’ funny?” Ja asks. His bad mood is still very much present.

You have to pause your giggles to explain. 

“There’s no body wash in the bathrooms you morons.” you wheeze, holding your side to prevent stitches. “We’re not even allowed to use it.”

They don’t quite understand and continue to cluelessly stare at you.

“Poor babies, you’re going through your cycles.” You coo teasingly, trying to piss them off even more. 

Both their ears instantly flip back at the pet name and it makes you grin even more.

You turn away, wanting to wash the cloth you were just cleaning your gun with but once again, you’re pulled back to them and turned around. Ja tugs you back with such force you land right in front of them, almost bumping into their chests. 

You sigh, finally being able to relax your aching facial muscles from the laughing. “You didn’t read the documents did you?”

They stay silent for a few seconds before shaking their heads. Apparently, you were one of the only soldiers who read all the information about the new bodies. 

“Being all frustrated and moody tricks your body into thinking it’s your fucking seasonal cycle. Then you get all angry and horny for one specific person.” you grin evilly, pushing Brown’s chest back to create some sort of space between you and them. He just stumbles back one step, suddenly listening intently. 

“You’ve been honoured with me.” You tease. “Too bad you hate me and vice versa.”

Something in the atmosphere changes. Their gazes are no longer curious, but predatory in a way. 

“You’re serious?” Ja asks. His voice seems deeper than before. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t make this shit up. The last thing I’m doing is trying to get in your pants, asshole.” you snarl. The insults naturally come to you at this point and you’re not sure whether you’re even speaking the truth. 

“Quit it with the attitude.” Brown growls. The way he says the words makes shivers run up your spine but at the same time it pisses you off.

“Me? Look at how you’re fucking behaving. Leave me the fuck alone before you fall in love.” you torment him, taking a few steps back to reach for the cloth again. 

“You’re too much of a bitch to even like.” he snarls at you. You would have thrown insults back if you’re wandering eyes wouldn’t have accidentally landed on his crotch. They then flickered over to Ja’s pants and he seemed to have the same problem.

This is pathetic. “Awwh seems you really have it bad for me.” you fake a sweet voice, giving them puppy eyes. 

“Yeah?” Brown scoffs. “Not the only one. I can fucking smell you Y/N.” 

“Apparently you always can.” you fire back, trying your best to avoid being exposed like them. 

“Why do you make everything so hard for us?” he sneers and you chuckle. 

“Literally or figuratively?”

“Bitch.” he growls, muttering the curse under his breath. 

“That’s your problem.” you say, shrugging your shoulder and turning your back to them once again. If they spin you around once more you will deliver a punch to one of their faces. 

“Our problem.” Ja corrects and it makes me scrunch my face in confusion. The fuck does that mean?

“Glad you have something in common.” you mutter, not bothering to give them your full attention anymore. 

“And I’m gonna deal with it.” Brown mumbles, probably talking to Ja but you overheard what he said. You want to turn around and question him but suddenly, a hand wraps around the base of your queue while the other catches both your wrists behind your back. 

You gasp in surprise at the sudden roughness but before you can comprehend who is doing what, you’re being pushed forward. Your chest and face are pressed down against the hard surface of a metal table. 

You can hear Ja chuckle from somewhere behind you but it’s now clear to you that Brown has had enough and is pinning you against the furniture. 

“You don’t know when to stop, do you?” Brown teases, growling the words. You hiss at him, trying to break free from his harsh grip but it’s useless. 

“Get off of me you son of a-”

He chuckles darkly at your miserable escape attempts. “Then don’t think that I will. By the time we’re done, you won’t be able to fucking talk like that anymore.”

Within moments after he speaks those words, you can hear him unbuckling his belt. You freeze, wondering whether you heard that correctly. Was he being serious?

When his hands start roughly opening yours and tugging down your cammies, you realise he wasn’t playing around anymore. 

Your body is in a state of unexpected shock and you don’t quite know how to react, but your stomach still continues to twist in excitement. An excitement they can smell. One that clouds their minds with lust and blinds out all common sense.

Ja comes around the table, squatting down in front of you and grinning at your helpless and surprised expression.

“Thought we’d let you just leave after all that?” he teases, lifting his hand to demeaningly stroke your cheek. You tilt your face away from his touch but he grabs your jaw and makes you look at him while Brown continues to strip your bottom half naked. 

“Why the fuck are you doing this?” you hiss at him in between struggles, hating how easily they took control of the situation. “I thought you- hated me.” 

Brown has now removed both of your pants and underwear and his large hand suddenly slid over the curve of your ass before roughly groping at it. It makes you whimper when you feel how mean he is being with you, definitely leaving the skin red. Ja glances up at Brown and when his eyes meet yours again, his grin has grown wider.

“Yeah, I fuckin’ hate you. Your attitude most of all.” he chuckles, deeply staring into your eyes. “But at least we can fix that.”

You frown, wishing you could slap that smirk clean off his face. But he isn’t taking you seriously. Not when you’re bent over a table, half naked and being manhandled by his friend.

Suddenly, Brown delivers a stinging slap to the area his hand just assaulted and it makes you flinch. You have to bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from crying out. Something tells you that even tears won’t help you out of this. 

“But there’s no denyin’ that you’re the hottest bitch around.” he grins, before getting up and pushing your head to the side. 

Above you, Brown chuckles again and you feel his hand slide lower until his two fingers slip down between your shamefully wet folds. 

“You’re sure you don’t have the same problem as we do, baby?” he asks, teasing you for being equally as worked-up as they are. 

“Never in a hundred years would I feel any sort of attraction to you idiots.” you spit your words, trying your best to still resist. 

“Guess we’ll find out.” he replies. His voice sounds strained. “I’ll fuck you dumb, Y/N.”

His words startle you and in the next second, Brown thrusts forward and his tip instantly penetrates your throbbing pussy. Your hands ball into fists at the intrusion and you press your forehead against the cold table, clenching your eyes closed. It felt different than you remember. Maybe it’s because your Avatar isn’t used to this.

Brown hisses in pleasure, not stopping his movements until he is buried balls deep inside of your dripping cunt. 

“Fuck-” he groans, letting go of your queue and now just holding your hip and wrists behind your back. “So tight.”

You whimper, clenching your jaw. “It hurts.” 

Your voice is quiet and shaky but he hears you. He hesitates to move after what he heard you say. To test the waters, he slowly pulls out, keeping just the tip of his dick between your lips. His eyes peer down to where you two are connected and his whole body freezes when he spots a few specks of blood. He knows very well it’s not from him and now he isn’t only questioning what he is doing, he’s regretting his actions. 

His eyes are wide with shock as he just stares at it. His thoughts are racing and his heartbeat picks up. What made him think he could do this to you? Instantly, his hands let go of you and you let them fall to your sides. 

Ja notices something is wrong and glances under your tail to be met with the safe horrific site his friend is seeing. It’s horrific to them, but surprisingly less bad for you.

They don’t understand. You’re scent clearly told them you were ready for sex and it fueled their instincts to mate. Now, seeing the potential harm they caused, snaps them back into reality for a few moments. 

“Shit- Y/N, I thought you wanted…” he stops mid-sentence, being reminded of your protests. We’re they that ignorant?

To their horror and confusion, you suddenly look calm. Your body is relaxed and you scoff, rolling your eyes. 

“I’m bleeding aren’t I?” you ask, feeling almost certain you know what is happening. 

“Yeah…” Brown replies and Ja takes a step back, not sure how to react. “Fuck, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. I-”

“Brown, calm the fuck down.” you say, silencing not only his panicked voice but their worried thoughts. 

Your tail lifts higher and you caress his jaw with it, looking over your shoulder with a grin. He doesn’t move away, he lets it happen. The silence makes him uncomfortable and he draws his hips back a little to completely remove himself from you but suddenly, you push back against him. Your hips follow his and you slide yourself back on his dick, taking him slightly deeper than just the tip. 

He freezes again, watching you in confusion and shock. Neither of the soldiers understood what was happening but watching you willingly press yourself up against him again made his dick twitch. Almost making him harder than before which is nearly impossible. 

“Tha Avatars are virgins. It’s normal.” you say, hoping to help them realise they didn’t hurt you in the way they feared. You didn’t expect to bleed because you didn’t bleed when you lost your virginity as a human. Either way, you know it’s nothing to be worried about. 

Both men are silent as they start to rethink everything and process what you just said. Then Brown speaks up, wanting to make sure he understood correctly.

“You’re okay?” he asks. His voice is tainted with worry and you can hear a small tremble. 

You chuckle, facing forwards again. “Aw, look at that. You guys give a shit about me.” 

Behind you, Brown and Ja exchange looks again. As if to make sure they’re both back on board with their original plan. 

“Main thing is you act like ‘big boys’, being all mean and grumpy and then you almost cry about a few drops of blood.” You laugh at them, with the full intention of winding them up again. You don’t know why you do it, but it's amusing to you because it’s so easy to get under their skin. 

You wiggle your hips against Brown for a few seconds and that’s all it takes for his original self to be back on you. 

“I knew you do it on purpose.” he snarls but you know he is grinning to himself. Now you know that he likes it, even if he complains about your bitchy behaviour. Maybe you need to be like this more often. 

“Do what?” you ask, playing dumb which makes him chuckle. Fuck, do you do things to him. 

“If anyone’ll be cryin’ it’ll be you on my dick.” he says, groping the soft flesh of your hips. Brown loved how soft you were. It very often made him weak when he would watch you. Now, he gets to touch you 

“Make it happen before you have another crisis.” you tease, and with that Brown thrusts forward once more. This time, he goes slightly harder than before. 

You inhale sharply, stretching your arms forward to hold on to the edge of the table. He pauses, tapping the insides of your ankles with his boot for you to open your legs wider. You move one and he doesn’t bother to wait for the other so he kicks it to the side. 

The pain is very mild and is rapidly fading away each time he thrusts forward. 

Ja moves in front of you again, leaning down to look at you. 

“Dirty girl,” he tuts. “Been needin’ this, huh?”

You stare at him, trying to look composed but your lips constantly fall open in synch with Brown’s movements. 

“Needed us to take care ‘f your pretty pussy.” he coos and oddly, the words make you let out a silent moan. He notices your attempt in hiding it. 

“Not you specifically.” you push the words out unevenly because you feel like the air is being fucked from your lungs. “You just got lucky.” 

Brown was listening and he hums before spanking the sweet spot under your ass. It makes you yelp and jolt forward. Suddenly, he picks up the pace, thrusting harder into you than before and you feel like you forgot how to breathe. 

“You wanna cum?” Brown asks, seeming slightly agitated by your attitude again. 

“You can’t make m-”

Before you can finish your sentence, he shuts you up by reaching beneath you and softly brushing his fingers against your clit. As if he knew what you were going to say so he decided to prove you wrong instead of answering. 

“You wanna clench down around my dick? Finally let go and let me take care ‘f you?” he asks, leaning forwards to reach your ear. 

Ja is looking up at him with a doubtful and questioning expression. 

The offer sounds good but you choose to not answer. 

“I’ll take real good care of ya.” he whispers through his heavy breathing. “Fuck you until you’re full of cum. I’ll have y’er legs shakin’ and shit.” 

You whimper, feeling overwhelmed. It’s as if he knows exactly what your desperate body needs. 

“You want that?” he asks, urging you to answer by fucking you deeper. You feel so close, loving the way he seems to fill you with the girth of his cock while rubbing your clit through your wet lips. Everything suddenly seems perfect. 

“Yes-” you whisper, closing your eyes. 

“Can’t hear ya.” Brown breathes out, seeming to struggle to control himself.

“Yes!” you cry out, arching your back against him. “Please, please. Fuck-” Your hips push back once again. Any second now your orgasm will hit you. 

He chuckles again but it almost goes unheard because you’re about to be flooded with pure bliss. Brown straightens his posture again and suddenly, his hips still. 

You open your eyes, wondering whether he was readjusting his position but he just stopped. 

In confusion, you turn your head and look up at him over your shoulder. There’s an evil smirk stretched across his face and suddenly you realise he screwed you over. 

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” he says, clearly amused by how confused and desperate you look. 

“You’re fucking kidding-” you breathe out. He shakes his head no, looking at Ja who is now grinning too. 

In a last attempt to please yourself, you rock your hips back and forth on his dick. Brown’s hands fly to your hips and he curses while digging his fingertips into your soft flesh, holding you still. 

“Fuck- you slutty girl.” he swears. 

Brown had to force himself to stop even though he wanted nothing more but to have you cum around him. He felt the need to fill you up and he will, but first, he and Ja need to teach you a lesson. One you won’t forget. 

Ja stands up and starts to unbuckle his pants in front of you. 

“Choke on his dick and I’ll think about it.” Brown says, tugging your hair back and making you look up at Ja. 

“You assholes-” you mumble, still trying to calm down your breathing. Brown decides to take it up a notch and he slaps your pussy, making the area of your clit stingy unexpectedly. 

You whimper, flinching again and tightening your grip around the edge of the table. 

Ja pushes his pants down to his mid-thigh and you stare at him. We’re they both naturally this big or was it because we have Na’vi DNA now? Either way, it’s extremely intimidating and they is no way you think you can fit that in your mouth. You’re surprised you’re managing to take Brown who is still balls-deep inside you as we speak.

“Do it and I’ll let you cum.” Brown says, tilting your head up further to force your mouth open.

“If you listen, I’ll be nice when it’s my turn.” Ja grins, cupping your jaw now to replace Brown’s hand. Your eyes widen at the statement. His turn? You’ve never done anything like this. It’s always only been one person. 

“You guys are so cruel.” you mutter, tipping your ears back and drooping your tail in defeat. Both men would almost feel sorry for you if you wouldn’t have had such a rude mouth before. 

You huff out a sigh and Ja shifts closer, so you open your mouth. Your tongue slips past your lips and he rests his tip on it before inching forwards again. 

You make sure to show your display of annoyance when wrapping your lips around his dickhead and gently suckling on it. But Ja isn’t looking at your eyes, he’s watching your saliva-coated, plump lips close around his girth. His body shudders and he places a hand into your hair, unable to tear his gaze away from your mouth. 

You gently worship his tip, swirling your tongue around it before pressing it up against the slit of his dick. A low grumble erupts from deep within Ja’s chest and his muscles flex to prevent him from thrusting forwards into your warm mouth. 

Proceeding with pleasuring him, you remove your lips from his tip and start sloppily licking up and down his length. Your tongue starts at his balls, slowly moving up and tracing along a vein until you reach his tip again. 

“Fuckin’ hell…” he murmurs, clenching his stomach muscles in pleasure. 

Behind you, Brown slowly pulls out of you, making sure not to trigger your or his orgasm just yet. However, you relax at the feeling of him moving again and let your mouth fall open. Ja uses this to his advantage, almost shoving half his length into your mouth. You don’t protest, you take it. Moving your head forwards, he already brushes against the back of your throat. The uncomfortable feeling makes you freeze your movements so that you won’t gag. Instead, you hiccup while he’s stuffed in your mouth and he grins. 

“That’s it,” Ja praises, watching you fight back your gags. “So fuckin’ good for me.” 

You look up at him with glassy eyes of slowly forming tears and he almost loses himself in them. Ja feels pity for you and looks back to Brown who is intently watching you work your way down Ja’s length. 

“She’s bein’ good. C’mon.” he urges his friend and Brown’s eyes flicker up to Ja. 

He nods with a smirk, deciding to tease you a little more before giving in to his and your desires. Brown holds his dick and glides his tip between your folds, watching with dilated pupils how your hips naturally chase his movements in an attempt to stuff yourself full with him again. 

“Shit, you have it bad, huh?” he coyly teases, once again lifting your tail to clear his view of your dripping and throbbing heat. 

Your ears tip back again. Not as bad as they had it earlier. It’s their fault for getting you so worked up now. 

Brown notices the return of your attitude but this time it doesn’t annoy him, it fuels his lust for you.

He leans back down to you, placing his lips near your right ear and whispering, “I’m gonna fuck your pretty pussy until it hurts.” 

Your eyes widen at his words but he almost instantly draws back, not waiting for your reaction. You stop paying attention to Ja for a few moments, especially when Brown snaps his hips forwards once more and fills you to the brim with his cock. Almost instantly, your back arches and he grabs a hold of your hips, starting to roughly fuck himself into you. 

Ja gently nudges his hips forwards too, slowly urging you to take more of him. You resume your previous actions, and after a few minutes, you realise you can’t think straight. Your eyes flutter closed in pleasure every few thrusts and your mouth is hanging open with small droplets of saliva spilling from the sides. You can’t concentrate on Ja anymore and he pulls away. However, he isn’t disappointed in the slightest. Seeing your fucked-out facial expression is a sight he never wants to forget. He would have had to pull away anyway because he didn't want to cum just yet. The first time he gets to have you, he will release his load into you, to mark you as his. Well, Brown’s and his. Brown seems to have the same plan. 

Brown’s thighs are slapping against the back of yours with each harsh thrust. He’s plunging his dick as deep as he can into you while digging his fingers into the flesh of your ass. To him, you are the most attractive and sexy thing he has ever seen. He never expected himself to be attracted to an Avatar, not even when he became a recombinant, but at the end of the day, it was you. And you are the best girl out there in both their opinions. 

Your new body kept the slim waist you used to have and your soft hips and thighs. They never touched you before but they remembered your body.

“Mmm- fuck, ‘m so close.” you whimper, spreading your legs even further apart and giving yourself to him. Your movement makes Brown hiss. Seeing the girl he was secretly chasing, offer and open herself to him like this is a gift from heaven. Brown and Ja both desired you for a while, which is why their attraction to you spiralled out of control today. It’s another reason why they hated you. You were a bitch to them that they found hot, and it angered them that they had to resist you. At least until now. You had no right being so nerve-killing while looking good. 

Brown once again decides to play with you, wanting to overstimulate you in the slightest. His hand once again dips under you and he’s rubbing his middle fingers between your lips and over your clit repeatedly. 

You cry out, trying to distance yourself from the rough touch. Your body was still very sensitive from almost cumming before. But Brown held you in place and you had to embrace it, taking everything he’s giving you. 

“Just like that baby,” he groans, “Cum for me.” 

He continues exactly what he’s doing and the more you tense your body, the faster your orgasm approaches. It hits you like a huge wave, making you hold on to the edge of the table until your knuckles turn white. Your tail stretches upward and is trembling along with your legs. In a desperate attempt to prolong the bliss, your start pushing your hips back against Brown’s to meet his thrusts. 

His breath gets caught in his throat and the mixture of your pussy clenching around him, almost sucking him in and refusing to let him pull out and seeing you fuck yourself on him again has Brown cumming. 

His hips stutter and he’s sloppily humping your behind, finally shooting his load into your begging pussy and keeping you filled up by plugging your entrance with his cock. Your movements calm down and after a few moments, you’re both still and regaining your breath. He wasn’t lying when he said you’d be crying on his dick. A few tears of pleasure and overstimulation have already run down your cheeks. 

He knows he’s been mean with teasing you and he loves how well you took his handling, baring through it all. Brown snakes an arm around your waist, lifting your upper body so that you’re standing in front of him while he stays buried deeps inside you. His arms embrace you from behind, holding you against his chest to make sure you don’t lose your balance. Brown rests his chin on your shoulder before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. 

“You’re so good,” he whispers in praise, still not letting your warm body go. 

This is a new side of him you’ve never seen and it makes you instantly melt and relax against him. You weren’t expecting to be treated so nicely after the argument you had earlier. 

“Best girl out there.” he adds. His heavy breathing calms and gently fans against the skin of your neck. The praise sounds so rewarding. 

You lean back and close your eyes for a few seconds, relaxing and regaining strength after almost losing control of your trembling body. 

Ja walks around the table, watching your interaction before stopping in front of you. Your hazy eyes slowly open and meet his. His hand reaches for you and he leans forward, closing the gap between your lips. You don’t resist. Sure, there were occasions where both of them really got on your nerves and you were sure that if you had a loaded gun in your hand during those times, you would kill them. Earlier today, your weapons weren’t loaded. But somehow you seemed to solve each other's problems now, so why not let it happen? 

His hands were all over you, skimming down your waist before gently starting to bunch up the cloth of your tank top. You let him slip it off you while Brown watched, still not removing himself from inside you. Brown’s fingertips traced along your ribcage, exploring the new skin you showed them while Ja started fumbling with your sports bra, slowly tugging it up and over your head so that it could join your pile of clothes on the floor. 

You were completely bare in front of them but since your body was cradled between them so you didn’t feel exposed to the room.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ pretty…” Ja whispers, staring at all of you. Behind you, Brown hums in approval and you can feel the vibrations come from his chest. He continues to hold you while Ja cups your breast and kisses you again. 

You’re so lust-drunk even after the orgasm Brown gave you, you moan into the kiss. It drives Ja wild, and he intensifies his actions. 

“My fucking turn.” he grumbles, pulling away and staring down at your bare pussy. Brown obliges. He’s had his time with you, now Ja should too. 

Slowly, Brown retracts his dick from inside you, leaving you sore and hollow. You let out a soft whimper as he pulls away, being nudged against Ja’s now bare chest. He holds you upright while Brown sorts himself out, probably putting his pants back on. 

After a little less than a minute, I feel Brown’s presence behind me again. It confuses me but Ja doesn’t seem to have a problem with it.

His left arm once again wraps around your waist, tighter than before and his right hand stretches down to grab the backside of your knee. Ja reaches for your other leg, placing his palm on the back of your thigh before both men suddenly lift your feet off the ground. You hold on to their arms, gripping their biceps in an attempt to steady yourself. The sudden movement is a surprise to you. 

“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” Ja grins, placing one of your legs over his shoulder while Brown continues to effortlessly hold you in the air. “We got you.” 

You’re staring at him with wide eyes, definitely impressed by their strength. Ja doesn’t waste time with you. He’s already pressing his leaking tip against your entrance. The fact that Brown’s cum is dripping out of you doesn’t bother him at all. As long as it’s either of them fucking you and no one else, they don’t have a problem with it. 

“Ready?” he asks, helping Brown hold you up by holding the underside of your thighs. 

You gulp nervously, still feeling slightly sore from Brown’s brutality. 

He smirks. “I’ll be careful.”

You exhale shakily before nodding. “Okay.”

He pets your thigh as if to show you he liked your answer before he starts to slowly enter you. You squirm in their arms but they keep a firm hold of your body, holding you in place until Ja bottoms out. It’s easier for him to enter you after your pussy has been worked open by Brown. 

“Good girl,” Brown whispers into your ear. “Show him how well you can take him.”

You let your head fall back against his shoulder, faintly nodding your head. 

Ja’s lips are parted and his mouth is slightly hanging open as he pants. It’s been too long since either of them have felt pleasure like this. Too long since they’ve been with a woman, but hell, you beat them all. 

Ja is starting to hastily thrust himself inside you while watching your expression. It seems so soreness has faded or at least it’s been concealed by lust once more. He is also still stimulated from your sloppy blowjob so Ja has to hold back a little to not cum instantly. He’s into messiness and sloppy sex. It’s his favourite thing, which is probably also why the squelching sounds of your slick and Brown’s cum along with the way the fluids are dripping down you and coating his length, turn him on even more. 

“Got one more in ya?” he asks between breaths. At this point you’re so mindblown by the way they have and are fucking you, you could cum on command. 

“Yes- fuck. It’s so good-” you breathe out, arching your back again and throwing your head back. Brown’s lips attach to the side of your neck and he nibbles and sucks on your skin. The hickey that he is forming is the least of your concerns. To be completely honest, you want to be covered with them. You want to be theirs in every way possible. 

“Let go baby, can’t hold it much- longer.” he struggles to say. The feeling of your wet cunt welcoming him in is exactly what he needs.

And just like on command, you cum. Brown holds you tighter while your body trembles and your toes curl. You’re a moaning mess and a few seconds after you, Ja is stuffing your pussy full of his cum, emptying his load into your drenched hole. 

He’s cursing your name and holding you so tightly, his hands leave red marks on your thighs. 

“Goddamn. Didn’t know you had it in ya.” Brown grins, continuing to steadily hold you while you and his friend calm down. 

“Might have to start forgetting to put away gym equipment on purpose now.” he chuckles, and you scoff and Brown’s joke. 

“The only reason this happened is because you morons can’t keep your shit under control.” you say. You would have been fine. They were throwing a tantrum. 

Brown frowns. “And just like that, the good girl is gone again.” 

“Good girl my ass, this is your doing.” you reply. They’re the reason you get so annoyed with them. 

“Maybe we just need to keep fuckin’ her. Then she won’t be talkin’ to us like a bitch anymore.” Ja adds to the conversation. 

“Permanent sex to keep your filthy mouth closed and bad attitude gone.” Brown chuckles. 

“Forget it, I’m so done right now.” You shut their idea down as your voice slowly recedes to a whisper. You’re exhausted. 

They don’t argue with you and carefully place you back on the ground. While you all get dressed you continue to throw insults each other's way but at this point, it’s all playful. 

You’re all behind schedule now with your tasks so you sit down again and get back to work on cleaning your weapons. For the next hour or so, all three of you continue talking. The teasing doesn’t stop but you’ve discovered that you hate them a little less now.

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✧ 2nd October ✧

Dabi // Burned (f! civilian reader)

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warning : toxic sex, unconsenting marking, branding, squirting, sadistic dabi, misuse of quirks

fire was a fascinating thing. a fire quirk however isn't too fascinating, especially if the user is a villain. a cruel one at that. so what was the villain doing to this innocent civilian who's quirk is basically useless?

"s-stay back! I will call the police!" you clutched your phone as the villain with burn marks pinned you againts the wall "c'mon darling, we had a great time before why won't we do it again?" he taunted, a sadistic smile on his lips as you basically quivered. "it was one time!" you said, not realizing the consequences of your reckless one night stand with him.

"c'mon. just one more night and we'll be done through" he purred, extending out his burnt hand. "one more night, darling" he said again, voice full of temptation and desire. you cursed yourself for being this immoral, laying and having casual sex with a villain but alas you took his hand.

"one night. just one" he smirked.

~♪

"h-hah.. dabi" his name fell from your lips like a neverending sinful prayer as he basically and figuratively blew your back with intensity that made you dizzy "yeah, that's right" he grabbed a fistful of your hair so your body would meet his "say my name, sweetheart" he whispered against your ear, keeping his cock warmly in your aching pussy

"say the name the one who's fucking you right" his tone was sadistic, mean but you loved it so much. drool covered your body, sweat accumulating at your sore breasts, "dabi" you moaned feverishly as you looked back at him with lustful eyes.

something snapped in him.

something carnal, animalistic took over the villain's body as he thrusted harder at a painful pace that made you gripped the sheets for stability. "hah..I s-so rough!" you whined but your quivering pussy was soaking his cock so deliciously that dabi wanted stay inside forever. "fuck.. i don't think i can ever let you go, sweetcheeks" he gave a smug smile as your cockdrunk mind got mushy.

the heat inside the room was humid as dabi tried controlling his quirk but your pussy clenching on him made him lose his goddamn mind. his hand slithered to your waist as the other stimulated your clit, tapping it with his thumb making you writh "s-sensitive!" you yelped but he smirked, rubbing it harder "oooh, i felt that clench. you gonna cum?" he purred. you nodded frantically as he smeared saliva on his patched hands and rubbed your clit with the extra moist, that felt so good you squirted.

dabi smirked and mounted over you "so sexy... all mine" he moaned into your ear, his hands leaving hand prints on your hips. the sight was an incredible turn on for him that he can't help but increase the tempature with his quirk. his eyes went down your sweaty body to your little cute squeaks when he thrusted harder. "dabi.. mmhot..!" you managed to speak although feeling hazy "i know. stay still for me" he whispered, groaning when he sees your hips meeting his thrusts.

dabi couldn't take it anymore.

in an instance, blue fire emitted from his hand while holding your hips as you screamed, trying to get away "n-no! too hot!" you sniffled, pawing his hand away. he smiled "it'll be over, trust me" he gurnted, chasing an orgasm as his hands branded your hip with raw fire making you cry in both agony and pleasure. dabi smirked, a hand print of his appeared as he came inside you and his quirk was turned off. you slumped againts the bed and panted while dabi tapped his cock on your back, spraying the last drops of his cum on your back and specifically on your hips that he has 'marked' you.

pushing a strand of hair away from your ear, he whispered "good job, sweet thing. you're all ruined for everyone else now" his sadistic tone was the last thing you heard as you feel asleep.

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South Side Story

Shameless Fanfiction Season 1

Desna Hills has come living in the Southside of Chicago four years before. Taken in by Kev and V, Desna is close friends with the Gallaghers. Let's see how this Southside story unfolds.

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Chapter 2

Fucking Lip Gallagher!

That was all Desna could think about that day. He had even promised her he would have helped her with math, that asshole.

She was trying to study, but her fight with Lip kept repeating in her mind. She was used to it. It wasn't the first time it happened. For as much chemestry there was during sex, and how close they seemed to get everytime they did it, as they spoke there was always some distance.

Lip was like that: sassy and intelligent, but he was also a smartass and closed off. For Lip everything could be risolved with quick remarcs and everytime Desna felt like they were going somewhere in their relationship he put off acts like the one of few hours prior.

"Fuck..." she muttered as she closed her book.

"You're here, babe?" Veronica's voice came from the living room.

She liked to be called V and she was beautiful. That how Desna would describe her, beautiful inside and out. She had a great heart and she was strong, Desna hoped that one day she would have become just like V.

"In the kitchen!" Desna said. V's steps could be hear clearly, since she was wearing high heels, as always.

"I saw the lights," she said putting the keys on the table before walking towards Desna, "You're not sick, right? I thought you were going to be at the Alibi this evening," Desna smiled at her worried tone, but she shook her head.

"I just..." the girl said, flipping the pages of her notebook, "I had to study, and my head hurt, so I decided to stay home."

V's eyes were on her as she set down next to Desna.

"You sure it's the only reason?" V asked waiting for her answer.

Desna shrugged her shoulders, "I may have had a fight with Lip," she admitted.

"Again?" V asked with a frown as she stood up to fill a glasses of water, before moving to the medicines drawer, "Seriously what's going on between the two of you, lately?"

Only Ian knew about Lip and Desna situasionship. They were just having fun, nothing to say to the world about, that's what they had said at first, even because it was thrilling, the thought of sneaking away to have sex together. But since they started it, they had started to fight more, and that really affected Desna. She liked Lip, a lot, and she wanted to lose him as a friend, but she didn't want to lose what they had now.

"Just stressed... I think..." Desna muttered sipping the water V had given to her, to swollow a pill.

"Babe," V said sitting again next to her, "I see how you look at Lip."

"I don't look him in anyway," she said trying to hid the blush on her cheeks.

"Oh you look at him alright," she fired back making Desna cover her face with her hand.

"V," she begged, but the woman kept talking.

"Why don't you tell him?"

Desna turned towards her with wide eyes, "Tell him what?"

"That you like him," she said nugging the girl, who shook her head.

"It wouldn't make any difference," Desna said shrugging her shoulders, "I like what... we have now, I don't want to ruin it," V took a breath but she kept listening, "That does not mean that I like fight with him, or what we said to each other."

"Why? What Gallagher said?" V asked, ready to defend Desna. And she really appreciated her reaction, but that was something between her and Lip only.

"Nothing that I didn't say to him as well," Desna said, "It's that, I don't know... today is more difficoult than other times," she finished getting a deep breath.

Lip was so involved with her during sex. He said that he wanted her, just few hours ago, that he loved fucking her, why could he not say those things even in other situations?

"Hey, babe" V said making Desna look in her direction, "Boys will be boys, too stupid for us," that made Desna laugh, a laugh followed by on of V's, that moved her hair from her shoulder, "What about going out with me and Fi, tonight?"

"What? Really?" Desna asked happily, "Can I really come?"

"Of course!" V exclaimed, "Now run up, get washed up, do make up and put on a pretty dress, and we are going to have lots of fun tonight. Only us girls, no boys."

"I like the sound of that," Desna said nodding her head. And V smiled brightly at her.

"Then go on!" She said, "Go get ready!"

Desna liked to go out with V, but she didn't do it frequently. V and Fiona were best friend and Desna was only sixteen now, so it made sense that most of the time the two of them wanted to spend time together alone. But when they asked her to join, she was truly happy. It made her feel like an adoult, and even beautiful, powerful.

She looked at her dresses, but she already knew what she wanted to put on. It was a simple black short dress, but she liked how it fit on her. It had simple strapes, and the skirt was short, but it hugged her body perfectly. She had bought it with V for her sixteenth birthday and V had told her that it seemed like it had been created for her.

Desna was quick to put it on, running to her wordrobe once again to take black high heels. Then she put on some make up and fixed her hair, deciding that she would gave left it loose. She looked at her reflection for some more, before heading out the stairs where V was waiting her, ready to go.

"Are you reade, pretty lady?" She asked opening the door. The two of them though had to go to the Gallaghers first, waiting for Fiona. Desna wasn't exactly happy to had to see Lip, but there wasn't much she could do, so she followed V into the house right next to theirs.

The two of them entered from the kitchen door, the one at the back of the house and V immediately ran up the stairs, calling for Fiona. Desna decided to stay there, everybody seemed to be upstairs, so that seemed tge safest place.

"Wow!" Carl's voice made her turn to the living room, where the boy was looking at her with wide eyes "You're hot..."

Desna chuckled, "You're drooling, buddy" then she set on one of the stools in the kitchen. The boy walked towards the fridge, glancing at where she was as he was taking something to eat, then suddenly he turned towards Desna.

"So, I really have to be eighteen before asking you out?" He said curiously.

And she nodded, "You really have to be eighteen before asking me out," she confirmed. Carl scoffed.

"It's too far away," he said before giving her a smirk, "I can make you happy."

Desna couldn't help but chuckle, he was so young and already a flirt. Carl Gallagher would have had many girls crushing on him as he got older.

"I'm sure you can," she said nodding her head, "But not now."

Carl looked at the sandwich in his hand nodding his head, then his gaze went on her.

"Just wait and see," then he want into the living room.

He was so persistent. Desna looked at him fondly as he watched the TV, such a little troublemaker. Carl was probably her favorite Gallagher.

Then suddenly she heard some steps coming from the stairs next to her, and as she turned, Desna saw Lip stopping midway, looking at her.

"Oh..." he muttered and Desna didn't miss the way his eyes observed her body, but she decided to ignore the blush coming to her cheeks because of that stare.

"Hey..." she said quietly.

"Hey..." he muttered, before taking those last few steps that kept him from the kitchen, "You are..." Desna looked at him, waiting for what he wanted to say, but he just coughed shaking his head, "You are going out."

Desna could not help but feel disappointed, why was he looking at her like that if he could not even give her a complimenti?

"What give me away?" She said standing up.

He shrugged his shoulders, "You either going out or you are here to seduce me," but she just shook her head.

"I think I'll pass, thank you," Desna answered turning her back to him. And he gave out a chuckle that only pissed her off.

"Are you still angry?" He asked.

"I don't know," she answered with fake calmness, "Are you still an asshole?"

At her words he make few step to get close to her, "Look whose talking," he said as she gripped her own arms, giving a glance in Carl's direction to make sure he wasn't looking at them.

"I'm not an asshole," she answered turning to look Lip in the eyes.

"And what makes me one?" She could feel his breath against her face beacuse of how close he had gotten.

"Let's check, did you fuck Karen?" Lip gave out a mocking chuckle.

Desna could not stand him anymore so she walked out the door. But she could hear Lip's footstep behind from behind following her outside "So, you're acting crazy because you're jealous?"

"No, because you are a jackass!" She exclaimed.

"Oh, a jackass too?" He asked the mocking tone never leaving his voice.

"And I've got many more, don't tempt me," she said trying to walk faster feeling him close behind.

"You always find a way to get pissed at me and I am the jackass?" He said before gripping Desna to make her turn stopping her from leaving, by taking her arms in his hands, "What's wrong with you?"

She was doing her best to not let anything slip from her lips; she didn't want to tell him that him going to Karen Jackson only to hurt her actually did, she didn't because they weren't a couple and they were not exclusive and she liked to have him close, she didn't want for he to not be there. She didn't want to ruin shit, but Karen's presense really pissed her off.

"Hey," he said moving a strand of black hair from before her eyes, to behind her ear, "What's wrong?"

Desna bit her lips, she really didn't want to cry in front of him, she didn't want to seem desperate for his touch, even if she was. And she didn't want to lose him.

"I..." she muttered "I might be jealous of Karen Jackson," he smiled at her words but she shook her head, "But because you always bring her up when we fight, and it feels like..."

"Like?" He asked as his hands moved to her hips.

"Like you want to hurt me," she admitted, finally looking him in the eyes. He was intensingly staring at her, as he brought her closer to him. He leaned forward his head so that his forehead touched hers.

"I don't wanna hurt you," he whispered, his arms sneaking around her waist, "Not on porpuse," then he chuckled, "I guess I am an asshole after all," he then looked at her again, she could not look away from his eyes, and before she knew it, she whispered "I want to kiss you," and in a moment his lips clashed on hers, the hold around her waist was thighter as her hands moved to his face, so to pull him more into the kiss. Desna closed her eyes as she savored every second of that moment. Soon her hands move to his hair as the kiss got more passionate.

"I have to tell you something," Lip said when they broke off to take hair, his hold still secured around her hips as he got ready to talk, "I didn't have sex with Karen," he said looking in her eyes, then he took a breath, "But she blow me."

"Fuck, Lip," she said trying to get away from him, he didn't let her move.

"Hey, hey" he kept say to get her attention.

"I really don't want to know!" She protested still trying to break free from his arms, but he didn't let her go, "Let me go, please!"

"I am sorry," he said making her stop her movements, "I am sorry, but I..." he continued before taking a deep breath, then he leaned forward to put his forehead against hers, that didn't move. Still wondering why he was apologizing, they weren't exclusive. They had decided it.

"Please, don't..." Lip took another deep breath, "I want you" he said, and she didn't know the reason why those words had such a strong impact on her, but she found herself bringing her hands in the back of his head once again.

"I want you too," she said before leaning forward to capture his lips with her gor another kiss. He immediately responded eagerly, briging her even closer, so that in between their bodies there was no space. His arms hugged her, as she deepened the kiss more. They felt so great in the arms of the other, it was so beautiful and addictive. It didn't matter what they said they would always found each other like that.

"I don't want to hurt you," Lip said, not letting her go, those words made her smile, as he put his forehead against hers, "I just got angry because I wanted your support with Ian."

She observed his blue eyes got clouded with nervousness once again, "You know what I think about it Lip."

But he shook his head, "No, he would have tell me," he said finally, "If he really was he would tell me, he would trust me," Now she understood what has gotten him so worked up.

Desna put a hand on his cheek so the he could look at her, "Maybe he is just scared, this things aren't easy to figure out."

But he shook his head, "He would have told me."

"Alright, alright," she said caressing his cheek to calm him down, he seemed to enjoy her touch, "Why don't you try to talk to him? Maybe he wanted to tell you."

Lip seemed to think about what she had said before nodding his head, "Yeah, yeah, maybe I'll talk to him," he muttered. Desna looked at him for a moment before leaning forward to give him a kiss on the forehead.

"So, we good?" He asked, rubbing his nose against hers, who smiled.

"Yeah we're good," at her answer he pecked her lips again.

"Des!" V's voice made Desna looked at the house, then she turned to Lip.

"I have to go," she said, not that she really wanted to leave his arms.

"Yeah," he answered nodding his head, "Are you planning on having sex with someone tonight?"

His question made her smile, and she shook her head, "No, no sex tonight," she said and for some reason he let out a breath, before giving her a kiss on the cheek, "Have fun."

"Thanks," she said ready to walk away, but before doing so, she leaned closer to him to whisper in his ear, "But tomorrow I could use some help finding my phone," Lip chuckled.

"Really?" He asked with a grin, before pulling her close by the back of her neck, "Tomorrow morning at 7.00 in the van?"

Desna pecked his lips "Tomorrow, at 7.00 in the van."

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RM1501: Anatomy & Physio

Pairing: professor!Hoseok x TA!Reader Genre: College AU, Professor AU, Smut Rating: M Summary: After an “incident” during a staff meeting, you tried to put distance between you and Hoseok for the sake of being professional. Unfortunately, the Dean noticed the awkwardness between you and tasked you with fixing it. Well, here goes nothing. Word Count: 2.9k Warnings: fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal sex, couch sex

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A/N: This took way longer than I thought it would. Life did the thing. I had to cut the first half I had planned because I couldn’t write it—words would not come to me. So there are references to past events and I apologize. I want to come back in the future and add that, but I won’t make any promises. Recommending Open Mind and I Don’t Disappoint for this.

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You took a deep breath and opened the door. The loud clanks of metal got louder as you stepped into the gym. Hoseok was on his usual machine, lifting weights. Sweat made his skin glisten under the lights overhead as his muscles rippled with the effort from each rep. You weren’t strong enough for this. With a little shake of your head, you steeled your nerves and went for it.

Your heels clicked on the linoleum floor, but he didn’t hear it with the Air Pods destroying his eardrums. You tapped his knee with your finger until you got his attention. He put the bar back on the stand and sat up. “_____?” He took the air pods out. “Something wrong?”

You scowled at him, eyes narrowed as you crossed your arms. “We need to talk.”

His gaze dragged down your body before he bit his lip and stood up. “About? The tests get submitted tonight, so there’s nothing to do until tomorrow morning.” He stepped around you and picked up a small towel left on a treadmill. You thought after seeing his Instagram pictures, you’d be immune to any effect of seeing him shirtless. Nope. It just made it worse. “I can’t think of anything else—”

“I meant this,” you motioned between you, “whatever’s going on here. The tension.”

Hoseok looked at you over his shoulder, teeth worrying at his bottom lip again. “What about it?” He didn’t say more, instead grabbing his water bottle and heading toward the showers. If he thought he could get out of this with a little nudity, he had another thing coming. You followed behind him and swore you heard him chuckle.

“I’m serious.” You sat on the benches between a row of lockers as he began to undress. Covering your eyes, you continued. “You’ve been…different since the meeting. Since you…”

“Finger fucked you?” He supplied with a firm tone that held little warmth. “Yeah, it’s not every day I make a beautiful woman cum in a room full of my colleagues.” He lowered his voice and muttered, “Wish I could do it again.”

“We shouldn’t have done it the first time.” You shook your head. “Don’t you feel some sort of shame for being so reckless? What if we’d gotten caught? I could lose my TA credits if I don’t get expelled. And you! You could get fired, couldn’t you?”

He ignored your question and turned on the shower. You peeked through your fingers and didn’t see his feet, so you put your hand down. Your mind was running a million thoughts a minute. Seeing all the ways giving in could go wrong and ruin everything you’d worked so hard for. But just knowing he was only a few feet away, completely naked, was enough to derail your thoughts.

Shit. No. Get it together. Keep it together.

“Anyway, the Dean’s noticed something’s up. He’s worried about our work relationship and sent me to work things out with you. So here I am, ready to talk about what happened and put it past us so we can move on.” You nodded, satisfied with how it all came out. It sounded good, logical and mature. The right thing to say and do.

Hoseok still didn’t respond. The urge to hit him came and went like a powerful gust of wind. Why was it the more immature people get the higher positions of power? If the situation were reversed, you’d be listening to him and actively trying to participate in the conversation instead of sulking in the shower having a silent tantrum. After a few minutes, it was clear he wasn’t having this conversation, so you got up and left the locker room. No sense in getting caught sitting there.

You paced out in the hallway, needing some way to burn off the nervous energy. What would you do if he wasn’t willing to let this go? It’d be harder to keep the position as his TA if you both were constantly battling the urge to fuck each other stupid. It already made it difficult to just hand out papers with him watching your every move with that predatory look in his eyes. A chill washed over your arms and you hugged yourself to rub them. His body made promises that he’d clearly keep if you let him.

If only once.

You stopped and shook your head again. Nope. It couldn’t be an option. Not if you were going to get back on track.

“Do you do that a lot?” His voice made you jump. You turned around to find him standing in the doorway with a smirk and just a white towel around his hips. “Talk to yourself and stuff? It’s cute.”

Your shoulders slumped as you pressed your lips into a thin line. Of course. Why the fuck not?

He passed by you and headed towards his office. “I left my clothes in here, sorry.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled as you followed him. “Like I said. I’m here to work this out. Once we do, I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Because Hyun—the Dean told you to?” He opened the door and stepped aside, motioning for you to go in. Once you’d crossed the threshold, he closed the door. “No personal reasons?”

You winced. “Oh, come on. You were two knuckles deep in me. It’s already personal.” He gave you a wicked grin. “Don’t give me that.”

“Mmm.” He shrugged as he leaned against the edge of his desk. “So then, what is there to fix? I made you cum, and you clearly liked it. Why’d you suddenly get so cold with me?”

You really weren’t ready to have this conversation with him basically naked. “Can’t you get dressed first?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You realize I’d have to take the towel off, right? You can’t stop fidgeting now. Imagine if I let this fall…”

“Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass, Hoseok?” You rubbed your eyes with a groan. “Fine! Keep your damn towel.” You waved your hand. “We have a professional relationship that comes before anything else. I don’t want to ruin this opportunity by mixing pleasure into it. So many things can go wrong—”

His hand seized your wrist and pulled you into his arms, bringing you chest to chest. His skin was still damp and you could feel beads of water seep through your blouse, cool against your skin. “So we agree there’d be lots of pleasure.” He nodded with a mock-serious expression. “We’re already making progress. What else?”

“I—Your dick’s getting hard.” You blurted the second you felt tell-tale stiffness against your inner thigh.

“Yeah, it tends to do that around you. I’ve learned to let it be.” He smiled as he wiggled his hips against yours. “But focus. So you’re worried we couldn’t work together if we had sex? I’d think that it’d help more than anything. Imagine, you’d be less stressed, and I’d be less keyed up all the time. We’re already an amazing combo.”

“Exactly! So why fix something that’s not broken?” You tried to lean back, but he followed, keeping his face no more than a finger's length away. “Sex makes things messy and ruins working routines.”

“Oh, baby,” he cooed as he brushed his lips across your cheek. “Who hurt you? With the right person, sex can lead to intimacy and a deeper level of understanding and trust. We could be two sides of a zipper coming together.”

“A zipper—This isn’t a joke, Hoseok.” You pushed against his chest and he nipped at your cheek.

“I’m being serious.” He sighed as he let one hand drop to your thigh and gently skim over the hem of your skirt. “I’m always serious with you. I’ll admit I thought it was cute they were trying to fix us up and didn’t take it seriously. I mean, who would? But now,” his gaze drifted to your lips, “now I need to know what it’s like to kiss you. Taste you. If only once.”

“Shit,” you hissed and took the dive. Your lips met with a frenzy of licks and bites as your hands cupped his face to hold him in place. It was wet and messy, each smack echoing in the small confines of his office. His hands rested on your ass and pulled you closer than close as he circled his hips, generating more heat and need between your legs. “Damn, Hoseok.”

“I’ve been dying to hear you say my name like that, baby.” He whispered against your lips, then kissed you again, this time focusing on chasing your tongue. He pulled your leg up onto his hip and moaned softly when your heat pressed against his length. “You’re a dream come true.” You pressed down on it and rolled your hips, enjoying the friction from your panties coupled with the hardness of his body. He swore and matched your pace, willing to follow your lead until it wasn’t enough. “I’m so hard it hurts.”

You kissed your way from his mouth to the side of his neck, wrapping your hand around his throat and tilting his head to the side. “Does it?” You smiled before gently biting into his skin and sucking, enjoying how his hold on you tightened to the point of pain and his leisurely rolls morphed into faint thrusts hindered by your panties and his towel.

“Please,” he whined against your ear. “Please let me have you.”

“You had me on your fingers. Wasn’t that enough?” You bit his earlobe, then soothed it with a few kitten licks.

“You—” He grabbed your other leg and hoisted you up. With your legs around his waist, you could look into his eyes and see how his playful grin had shifted into something dark and needy. “I need more than that. You know I can do better.” Hoseok’s eyelids fluttered with another roll of his hips against you. “I could be so deep inside you, so deep you’ll never want me to pull out.” He closed his eyes as his head tipped back and lifted you just enough for a hard thrust against your core. “And I wouldn’t. Ever.”

The power in his hips left you scrambling for security, throwing your arms around his neck and holding on tight. “Fuck!”

“Yeah, just like that. I wanna hear you cum just like this, right in my ear, baby. All for me.” He moved you up and down against his body. “Say it. Tell me you’ll take this dick. It’s yours. Just say the word. Please.”

It was nothing short of embarrassing to admit you failed to keep your distance and uphold your morals. But given that you had, what sense was there in denying him? You patted his shoulders as you wriggled in his hold and he quickly got the hint and put you down, keeping his hands on your hips. Your fingers shook with excitement as you started unbuttoning your blouse. When he realized what you were doing, he hot-stepped over to the door and locked it, and dimmed the lights.

“Finally.” His grin was contagious as he perched on the loveseat stuffed in the corner of the room and held out his hands. When you were close enough, he leaned in and pressed his lips to your stomach as he unzipped your skirt. As it fell down your legs and pooled at your feet, his lips trailed down to the waistband of your panties before he tugged them down, too. Hoseok kept his eyes on your face as he gently parted your legs, bringing one up over his shoulder as he leaned in with his tongue out.

His moan upon first contact was pure sin. You lost your balance as the vibration rippled through your core, making you clench around the tip of his tongue. His eyes fell shut, and he pressed his tongue flat against your pussy, pressing against your clit as he worked the tip of it over and around your entrance.

You buried your hands in his hair as your jaw dropped open. “So good, so good.” You chanted as he held you in place, licking and sucking on your clit with fervor. He slowly brought a hand up your leg and teased you with a finger before pushing it in with little resistance. “Ohh, fuck. More. Gimme more.” He worked his finger in and out a few times before adding another.

“I can’t wait to be inside you, baby. Can’t wait to see how much you can take in this tight pussy.” His words added to the fire, and you started rolling your hips to meet the thrust of his fingers. He bit your thigh and suckled, leaving a mark behind. “Can’t wait to feel you cum.”

“Fuck, Hoseok. I’m gonna—”

He pulled his fingers out and pulled at his towel. It fell open and revealed the prettiest dick you’d ever seen, porn stars included. It was slightly bigger than your favorite dildo, so you were confident you could take it without hurting either of you. He wrapped a hand around it and gave it a few strokes, letting out a soft moan as he squeezed the head and let his eyes close. “In the top drawer of my desk, there are condoms. Grab one for me.”

You gave him a look before moving. “So you just keep condoms in your desk just in case? Or is this a common occurrence for you?” You yanked the drawer open, and sure enough, there was a black box.

“You say that like I don’t deal with horny college students every day. If they’re gonna do it, might as well help them be safe about it.” He beckoned you over while still stroking himself. “I remember you saying you’re not on birth control, and I have every intention of being inside you when I cum.”

A chill ran down your spine that left you clenching and biting your lip in anticipation as you handed him the condom. He was quick about it, pulling you into his lap no more than a minute later. He cupped your face as he kissed you while sliding down in the seat to a slouch. “Shit,” he whispered against your lips, “I’m not gonna last if I go in now, but I can’t wait either.”

“It’s okay,” you put your arms around his shoulders and kissed him harder, “I want you to cum with me, anyway.”

Hoseok nodded as he reached between you and stroked his dick once, twice, then held it steady for you. The head bumped against your swollen clit, making your toes curl. You adjusted your position, and he found your entrance. With a tap on your thigh, he pushed up slowly as you sunk down on his length. Every inch felt amazing, better than any toy you’d ever used, simply because of the look on his face. Hoseok’s eyes were shut tight as he bit on his bottom lip to keep himself as quiet as possible.

“Better than I imagined,” he gritted out, “the best ever, baby.”

Steadying yourself on his shoulders, you looked him in the eyes and asked, “Can I move?”

“Y-yeah. Yes. Please.” His eyes were focused on where you were joined. With a shaky inhale, you lifted your hips, savoring the way his dick dragged against your walls, then dropped back down. “Oh my god, girl. Again. Do that again.” His brow furrowed as he repositioned his feet. This time he helped lift you a little higher, just enough to make you worry about him slipping out, then pulled you down while thrusting up. The spark of pleasure made your toes curl and nails dig into his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck, Hoseok. Right there.” Your eyes fluttered shut as pleasure coursed through your veins.

“Come here, baby.” He whispered, pulling you down to him for a kiss as his hands grabbed your ass. Pressed against his body, working your hips in tandem with his gradually cleared your mind of any thought that wasn’t of him and the words he whispered into your ear as he fucked up into you, stealing your breath away. “You feel like heaven. I’ve never felt this fucking good before.”

Against your better judgment, you found yourself agreeing with him. “Me either. I’m so close.”

“Oh, fu—” He whimpered then went into a frenzy, jackhammering up into you as he moaned your name in between gulps of air. The sudden outburst startled you and you slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle him as best you could before your own orgasm took over. You buried your face in the crook of his neck and bit it as he pulled you tight against him and allowed you to ride out the waves.

It took what seemed like forever for you to catch your breath and regain function in your limbs. When you could move, the first thing Hoseok wanted was a kiss. You giggled against his lips and asked, “Are you always this affectionate?”

He beamed. “I don’t know how you’d get the impression otherwise.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t shake the contagious smile. “We should get cleaned up.” You moved to get up, but his hold on you tightened.

“If I recall correctly, you said we needed to work this out. I’m not sure we’re done here.” He brushed his lips against your forehead. “We should make sure we’re on the same page with a thorough workout. You don’t have anything planned tonight, right?”

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[petersbaby]

HAHAHA I wrote this when I was half asleep PLEASE don’t make fun of it I will scream

Please - sub!billy x reader

Warnings: this is fucking crazy. I don’t know where this came from, but the idea of him being tied to a bed wouldn’t leave my thoughts. Good god. Uh, bondage/restraints, pain play, mommy kink (heavy usage), masochism maybe but not that bad, burning, smut (sex), cum talk (I love talking about cum), honestly it’s pure filth. PURE FILTH

A/N: let me know if this needs any more warnings I’m super tired and might’ve looked over something

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“I love you like this. I wish the whole town could see this, that you’re not all big and bad. You’re just a pretty little boy who begs for what he wants.”

You look at his body intently, devouring it with your eyes, walking around the bed. Billy was restrained by all four limbs, wrists cuffed to the headboard and ankles tied tightly to the bedposts at the bottom. He doesn’t respond to your attempts to get a reaction out of him, he doesn’t deny it because it’s true.

“Hmm. Don’t wanna talk?”

He shakes his head ‘no’ quickly. He’s somehow already sweating, curls sticking to his face and neck, getting frizzy from the heat he emanated.

“I guess I’ll have to leave you alone, then…” you glance down at the ground, implying you’re going to turn around and abandon him, helpless.

“No, don’t. Please.” He whines, and you come back to his side.

“I know what you want, but you’re gonna have to be good to get it. Okay?”

“Yes ma’am.”

Fire shoots straight down to your core, setting it alight and it spreads rapidly. You almost lose your composure, having to mask how horny that made you, but you keep it together.

“Good boy.” You gently run your fingers across his forehead, pushing back the stray pieces of hair that were stuck to it.

You climb onto the bed, on top of the nude boy, still in all your clothes besides your shorts, which were already gone. Reaching to the side, you grab Billy’s pack of cigarettes and take one into your mouth. You light it, taking in a deep inhale and exhaling the smoke loudly.

“Hold this, baby.” You place it between his fingers, and he holds it, though he’s restrained.

You lean over, starting to do exactly what you wanted to do. You place the very first kiss onto his jawbone, near his earlobe. You’re horribly slow with the amount of progress you make, the ultimate goal to reach his cock.

You didn’t care, you knew he could wait, and you took lots of careful time licking and sucking on the salty, sensitive skin of his neck. Marks form all the way down the side of it, and he groans each time you bite down hard. The sound of his desperation was music to your ears, so you kept on going. You suck on the skin covering his collarbone, working all the way across it to the end.

“Everyone that looks at you is going to know you’re mine, that I own you.” You comment, pulling away and sitting up to admire the work you did with the bites and hickeys. They were already turning a dark purple color, and they were beautiful. You smell smoke and remember the cigarette you had lit, reaching over to take it from his fingers and taking a hit.

“Words, Billy. Hello?” You add.

“Yes- yeah, yeah. You own me, mhm. Can I hit that, please?” His eyes are fixated on the cigarette that sat between your lips.

“Yes, pet, here.”

You place it in his mouth and let him take a hit of it, pulling it away when he took the smoke in. He breathes out through his nose.

“Thank you.” He says softly.

“So polite, I love your manners. Sweet baby.”

You sit and just smoke, taking your leisurely time. You notice in his face that he’s staring at it, and at the cherry red burning end. He didn’t want to say it, but you weren’t a mind-reader, so you assumed he wanted more and brought it to his lips again. He just shakes his head.

“No? What is it, has your color changed?”

“No, no, it’s green.” He rushes out the words to assure you, “just… would you put that out… uh, fuck.” He gets frazzled trying to put it into words. You listen patiently, waiting.

“On me. Please. Burn me.” He finishes quickly.

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Mhm.”

You knew he had kind of a thing for pain, but were hesitant about this. You didn’t want to hurt him, you really didn’t, but he asked you to. Of all the cigarettes you’ve smoked together- it was a habit you shared- he’s never said anything like that.

You hesitate for a moment, but figure he’s done it before to know he wants it. You take one last hit of the cigarette before pressing the tip of it down onto his chest, on his upper pec.

“Ah- shit,” he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. “Fuck.” He breathes.

You discard the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table, coming back to look down at the damage, a perfect white circle with a bit of ash speckled around it. You blow the ash away, and place a kiss on top of the burn.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You reply mindlessly, not noticing the desperation in his face as he stares up at you.

He starts to shift a bit, enough that you can feel it.

“I need-“

“You need to wait.” You interrupt him, shutting him down.

You place kisses all across his torso, starting at his chest and making your way down to his abdomen. You feel his tight muscles constrict even tighter when you kiss over them, his sensitive body tensing up each time.

He’s still shifting, whining quietly every now and then, trying to be good and not buck his hips. You work your way down to his happy trail, a line of blonde hair starting at the bottom of his belly button. Continuing, you get right to where the bush of pubic hair starts to form, and stop there. He starts to whine louder, close to tears.

“Please.”

“Be patient, I’ve still got all my clothes on. That’s not very fair, is it?” You ask, tilting your head as you do.

“N-no.” He shakes his head.

You reach for the bottom hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, discarding it somewhere in the floor. His big, dumb eyes fall down to your chest. You make quick work of getting your bra off too, letting it fall away.

You feel him continue to stare at you, getting up off the bed to remove your panties. Now that you’re off of his lap, you can see how miserable he is. His cock is a darker shade of red, hard as a rock, leaking desperately from the tip and twitching on its own.

“Poor thing. Can’t do anything about that without your hands, huh? Do you need help?”

He nods, swallowing hard. When you finally get back on top of him, your warm, wet pussy makes direct contact with his erection.

“Ahh, oh god, oh my god.” He moans, and you start to rock a bit, grinding on his dick without letting it actually get in. Your slick covers it, the entire shaft, when you spread your pussy lips around it and continue the bringing motion.

The motion stimulated your clit wonderfully, you felt like you could just do this forever. Maybe you didn’t need penetration, this contact was something so good that you could cum from it already. He watches the place where your cunt is rutting against his boner, and can’t take any more.

“Put it in, please, I want to fuck you so bad. What do you want me to do? I’ll do it, I’ll do anything. Just please fucking put it in.”

You come to realize that tears are actively falling from the corners of his eyes. You decide to give in, in that moment, but wanted to push him just a little more, just for your sick enjoyment.

“Hmm. Okay, well, do you know my name?” You ask.

You see some cogs turning in his little head, trying to find the answer.

“Aww, so horny you can’t even remember my name.” You reach to caress his cheek, skin hot.

“It’s mommy.” You bend down to whisper in his ear.

“Please, mommy, please. Mommy, mommy, mommy. I need you, mommy, please,” he starts to ramble, and you give a satisfied smile.

You line it up and sink down onto him with no warning, and he cries out loud. Almost like a sob, it filled the air in the room. You sat all the way down on his cock and stayed that way for a moment, getting used to it. Soon, you start to move, riding his cock slowly.

“Oh, my god, mommy, thank you, fuck, it’s sososososo good-“ he rambles again, saying words just to say them. He can’t be quiet, moans loud and resonating, babbling incoherently, crying and mewling.

“Stop crying, I’ve got you, baby.”

You lean back down to kiss the tears off of his face.

“Okay, okay, I’ll try.”

“I’m taking care of you. Aren’t I taking good care of you, hmm?”

“Yes, mommy’s taking such good care of me.”

“There you go, good boy.”

You increase your speed, now bouncing up and down on his cock. He watched your tits bounce with each movement, enamored. He wishes so bad that he could touch them, that he could touch any of you. Literally anything, he just wanted to feel your skin beneath his fingers.

You start to let out moans that mix harmoniously with his, riding him at just the right speed for you. The sight below you was the hottest thing you’ve ever seen, your boy sweaty with wide eyes and blown out pupils, mouth hanging open and panting like a dog.

All the while covered in bruises and bite marks that you made.

For the first time tonight, you leaned down and kissed him. You finally let him kiss you, and he was over the moon. The feeling was electric, his lips on yours, and you try your best to actually kiss but end up just moaning into each other’s mouths. Having to pull away, you ride him like your life depended on it, and it felt like it did.

“Mmh, god, I’m so close.” You try to say but the words are all slurred together, and you keep your perfect pace until you’re clamping down on his cock and orgasming hard, letting it wash over your entire body and take over your senses.

You keep on riding, using him, his dick hitting your g-spot over and over again. It was almost too much, overkill, but not enough to stop. You couldn’t stop, so you didn’t. You continued bouncing your ass up and down on his cock, relishing in the feeling you get when he’s filling you up.

You hardly noticed the words being spoken. When you tune back in, it’s him just begging and begging you to give him permission.

“M-mommy I can’t, please.” He whines, unable to keep it in.

“Oh, go ahead, pretty boy. Fill me up, keep going til nothing’s left.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice, and you feel him twitch inside of you before spilling. You start to slow down your pace, still continuing your movements until he started to shake and then you got off.

You immediately start spilling all over the bed below you, his hot cum leaking out. You’ll wash the sheets, just not now. You were just taking in the moment, silently appreciating it.

“Shit.” You remark, trying to get yourself together. Once you have, at least a little bit, you quickly tug on your panties and throw one of his big t-shirts on. You go to the foot of the bed first to untie his ankles, knowing that the knots you did were tight and possibly cutting off circulation.

He let out a sigh of relief at his freedom, then you grabbed a tiny key from the bedside table drawer. You move quickly to unlock the cuffs, one at a time until he’s soon completely unrestrained.

“Are you okay? What do you need?” You check in. You were tired, but not too tired to make sure he’s taken care of.

“I’m okay. Pants, please, and water.”

“Okay.”

You go to retrieve a pair of sweatpants and toss them over, then head to the kitchen and grab him a cold bottle of water. When you come back, he has a cigarette lit and is smoking it happily. You hand him the water and sit down next to where he lay.

You watch as he sort of returns to his normal self, and you wonder if he’s as exhausted as he is.

“What about you?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?”

You smile. “Yes.” And you snatch the cigarette out of his hand, stealing it.

It makes you look down at his chest, and you wonder out loud, “does that really turn you on?” as you trace the skin around the burn with you fingertips delicately.

“I dunno,” he shrugs, “just feels good.”

“Well that’s something we’ll not do very often, sometimes, if you want, but not often. Can’t have scars all over this perfect body.” You compliment as your fingers wander and caress his bare torso.

He blushes, only slightly, smiling. “Stop it.”

“What? It is. I know it and you know it too.”

“That’s all you. You’re perfect.”

[omgstarks]

Hi! Can you do something like stephen with villainous reader? I feel like villain reader suits him alot

Additional smut: Stephen fucking reader after she loses the fight HAHAHSHSHA

Sacrificial Love (Stephen Strange x Villain Reader)

Summary: He told you he loved you. He told you he’d protect you. Then why would he sacrifice you? 

Word count: 4.4k

Warnings: SMUT over 18+ ONLY, Hate Sex, Lovers to Enemies, Slight Choking, Creampie, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex

AN: grab your vibrator. also, thank you,@sherlux for talking me through my ideas. if you see any mistakes, no you didn’t-

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“Stephen?”

“Hmm?” He hummed; his mind was a bit occupied with the book in front of him.

“Do you love me?”

The question seemed to catch his attention. Stephen looked up from his work, giving you a confused look. “Y/N… Of course, I do.” He moved his book aside, beckoning you to come and sit on his lap. “I love you, Y/N.” He pulled you in, placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I always will.”

At that time, you believed him and his lies. Being head over heels in love with Stephen Strange. Who knew it would become a fatal mistake. 

It felt like it was yesterday. The memories continued to torment your mind. You could not escape it, not even through the sanctuary of night. You dreamed of it. Images of death and destruction. You believed it was the end. Your end. Killed by the ambush of the Scarlet Witch. At least you would die a hero, protecting the people you vowed to protect. Although to your surprise, it was not the Scarlet Witch behind your demise but Stephen himself. The man you loved. The man who promised to love and protect you used you like an item that could be disposed of.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” were the last words you remembered him saying before he drained your life force and everything turned black.

You woke up suddenly. Confused but struggling to breathe. You were trapped under some rubble. Dust, and debris covered every inch of your body, not including the cuts and bruises that started to sting with throbbing pain.

With all the remaining power you had left, you crawled out, pushing the broken pieces of concrete aside until you were out, looking out into the distance. You were stranded and freezing from the strong winds and snowfall. You finally remembered where you were. Mount Wundagore. Then it all came back to you. The Scarlet Witch. Stephen’s betrayal. 

At that moment, the fire of anger started to grow inside you, melting the remnants of the freezing feeling. It gave you a regained motivation to exact retribution. To do as he had done to you. But this time, you will be successful.

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“Hello?” Stephen calls out. “Hello?!” You sat in a chair, hiding in the shadows and tapping your foot as you waited for him to wake. You sat back, watching him at first as he began to stir and call out for help. 

“Ah, Stephen. Good morning.” You finally said. He sat on his knees, looking down at his wrists tied tight with rope. He looked around, noticing a figure in the shadows. 

“Who are you?” He squinted his eyes to focus on you, only seeing the shadowy figure of your body. “Where am I!?” His voice boomed and echoed in the room, to which you laughed mockingly.

“Shhhh.” You put your finger in front of your lips, shushing him. “Don’t be so loud. You’re making my ears ring.”

You walked out of the shadows, revealing yourself to him. You wore a dark green dress with slits down the sides and a black bodice tied up in the front. His eyes trailed up your body, noticing a black mask covering your face's top half. Your hair was much shorter than before. You had it cut and pulled back in a loose braid. 

It was a new look for you. Your rebellious era. This was the new you Stephen had forced you to become.

He wriggled his wrists, trying to loosen the knot you had made. “Let. Me. G-”

“I’m going to stop you there.” You interrupted, which Stephen clearly hated. 

“The answer is no. Although maybe if you beg, you’ll convince me.” You wiggled your brows, clearly enjoying this.

“You think this is funny?”

“Yes.” You shrugged, walking closer to him. “Though kind of arousing. Who knew seeing you subdued on your knees would look so.. sexy?” You teased, walking around him and brushing your fingers against his shoulders.

But to your cocky mistake, he kicked his feet up, tripping you until you fell onto your face, cracking your mask. Its sharp edge dug into the skin or your temple, causing blood to trickle out. You felt him grab you by your robes, push you onto your knees, and then bind your wrists together with crimson bands.

Stephen quickly removed your mask, stumbling a little to see who was on the other side. 

“Surpriseee.” You smiled devilishly. There was a prominent jagged scar across the top of your face and your cheek.

“Y/N?" A mix of emotions filled him. His mouth was dry, and he could not comprehend what he saw. He thought you had died.

“Hello, Stephen.”

“You’re alive.”

“Of course I am. No thanks to you.”

“I thought you were-”

“Dead?” You looked up with a cold expression. He had noticed your change in character. Of course, you were upset with him. He did “sacrifice” you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“Don’t you dare. I am way past apologizes. Especially from you.”

“I had to make a difficult decision, Y/N. In the grand calculus of the multiverse, I did what had to be done to save a whole lot of lives. I hope you’d understand that.”

“You know, I thought you cared for me, but you left me for dead. You’ve only lied to me. Manipulated my feelings. I should have known; no one can change that egotistical attitude.”

He narrowed his gaze at you. Frustrated, a touch of annoyance. The look in his eyes was different. The eyes that once sparkled with a tenderness whenever you walked into the room- gone. You convinced yourself he had pretended to love you so it would be easier to convince you. 

“I did what I had to do.”

“At the cost of me!” You pulled against your restraints, and anger started to fill you up again. You wanted to get your hands on him and kill him. He only stood there, watching you. 

“Look around you, Y/N. The world is safe. I don’t regret my decision. You gave me the power I needed to defeat the Scarlet Witch.”

“You’re even colder than I thought... You don’t deserve to be Sorcerer Supreme.” You hissed. This angered him, and he stormed towards you, taking your neck between his fingers. You inhaled sharply.

“Do not pretend you’re better than me- You would’ve done the same thing if faced with a decision to save me or the world.”

“Yes. I probably would’ve.” You admit, your expression hardened. “But I would have tried to save you both.” His expression faltered for a split second, turning soft with a flicker of guilt, realizing you had a point. He let go of your neck. 

“It’s okay. We all make mistakes. In fact, that’s not the only mistake you’ve made.”

“Huh-?”

You split your wrists, breaking his bound on you, and quickly pulled him onto the ground with you. Acting swiftly, you straddled his hip, pressing your knee into his abdomen to hold him down. 

“You would’ve had better luck with handcuffs, Doctor.” You took his wrists and pinned them above his head.

“You should’ve made sure I was dead. Now, this is how I want you to remember me. Not as the woman you once loved, but the woman who destroyed you.”

With your free hand, you lifted up your robe and unsheathed a dagger from a holster on your thigh, showing a glimpse of your bare leg. He glanced down, and you felt his chest rise as he inhaled sharply. You slowly moved the blade down, dragging it across his jaw, finding the scene strangely arousing. 

He breathes, turning his head to the side. His face grew warm. Underneath his robes, he could feel his cock twitching, helpless but with a hint of arousal as you moved your hips against his. He couldn't control his body, it had missed you deeply, and his heart did too. 

He sighed softly, and you stared at him deeply, feeling a small pit forming in your stomach. Those eyes that stared at you- irises colored like a frozen lake. Your grip on his wrists started to loosen as arousal grew from seeing him in this compromising position. Stephen slowly removed his hands from your grasp before sliding them up your thighs. 

You let out a soft gasp as you felt his fingers against the skin of your inner thigh. His rough, big hands squeezed your thighs, sliding even higher through the slit of your robes. It brought memories of the past, you on his lap in the library, distracting him from his work. 

“You don’t have it in you. You could never kill me.” He interrupted the long silence. You gripped your dagger tighter, pressing it to his throat.

“Do you doubt me?” You seethed.

“Do it then.” He taunted. Your eyes hardened with hatred for him, but you held your weapon still, unable to go any further.

“What are you waiting for, Y/N? Go on, prove me wrong.” He continued to taunt. But you remained still.

He scoffed. “I was right. “I knew you didn’t have it in you. The fact of the matter is, you still love me.” You felt defensive. You admit you were consumed by this visceral feeling of hatred and affliction. But did you mistake that passion for something else? Did the love for him remain somewhere buried in your heart? 

You seethed at your own overthinking. You didn’t want to prove that you were weak. You didn't want to give Stephen the benefit of the doubt to boost his ego even more.

“Do you think this psychobabble bullshit can stop me? I've come too far to let you ruin me.” You lift the dagger up over your head, murder in your eyes- willing to go through with it. Time felt as if it slowed down to the millisecond. This was the moment you were going to exact your revenge. He stared at the blade's tip above him, watching the light reflect off its mirrored surface. He swallowed, preparing for the worse.

You aimed for his chest, bringing the blade down. Instinctively, he grabbed hold of your wrists, stopping you. You screamed, unrelenting, as you pushed against him, forcing your whole weight into it. His eyes remained on yours- giving you a pleading look. He pulled you towards him, closing the gap and capturing your lips with his.

His lips remained on yours, hoping it would calm you, but you pulled away. Confused, you dropped the weapon. Stephen flinched as it landed near his head with a clang. A feeling of relief washed over him. 

His kiss broke the fine line between hate and lust at that moment. You leaned into him, moving your lips against his with the same ferocity. You took his bottom lip between your teeth and bit down hard until he winced back.

He flipped you over, grabbing your dagger. Your eyes widened with fear. This was it. He was right about you. You had proved you were weak, and you were sure he would kill you this time.

He brought the dagger down, pressing the sharp edge to your chest. You let out a sharp breath, just waiting for him to lodge your own dagger into your chest. He looked at you for a split second before moving it down against your bodice, splitting them down the middle. 

“What-”

“Just shut up.” He breathed against your lips before letting them explore the rest of your body. You felt a rousing shiver course over you when his hot breath brushed over your skin. Then his lips. Those full lips your body secretly missed- grazed your jaw and the soft spot behind your ear. The hairs from his goatee roughly brushed against your skin, sending a bolt of heat and arousal through your core. 

He sat up, using his hands to spread your split dress apart forcibly, exposing your naked body to him. He stared down at you, his pupils dilating, and his desire to touch and own you was overwhelming. He let his eyes trail down your form. He had memorized you before. Every bump, scar, and stretch mark that decorated your beautiful body. He saw the new scars- that dressed your skin. A pang of guilt hit him, knowing it was because of him. 

He reached out and took your breast in his grasp, softly squeezing it. You bit your lip, holding back a moan. He moved his hand to your other breast, giving it the same attention, massaging it softly.

He leaned towards you and dragged his lips down the soft skin of your neck before taking your nipple between his teeth and biting gently. Your chest rose, sucking in a breath. Seeing you unravel like this for him turned him on even more. He buried his head between the valley of your breasts, letting his mouth worship your body with kisses, nips, and suckles. 

Soon he kissed down your body, reaching your abdomen. Using his hand, he touched you, feeling the warmth of your pussy. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, bringing his finger to his mouth, and wetting them before pushing it into you. 

“Fuck-” You allowed yourself a soft moan, letting your head roll back from his touch.

Stephen’s cock twitched, hearing you finally moan. His sensitive manhood grew harder with every mewl that escaped your lips. Meanwhile, the corner of his lip moved in a subtle smirk, adding another finger to stretch out your tight pussy. You moved your hips against his fingers, wanting more, wanting him to go faster. Deeper. He pulled his fingers back, tasting your arousal. He wanted to fuck you, and he knew you wanted that too.

You let out a soft whine when he pulled out of you, wishing he hadn’t stopped.

“What? Are you going to beg?” He looked up, smirking.

“Never.” You breathed.

“You pain me.” He pretends to feel bad, putting a hand on his heart. “You know how much I love it…Well then, looks like you’re not cumming.” He started to move off of you, but in a desperate attempt, you stopped him.

“God- please,” you begged, finally.

“What was that?” He turned his ear towards you, pretending he hadn’t heard what you said. It infuriated you. He was acting cocky when all you wanted was to have his cock in you.

“Please.” You said a little louder. He was having too much fun with this, hearing you beg.

“Please, what?”

“Please make me cum.”

“Say my name.” 

“Now you’re pushing it.”

“I know.” He looked up, smirking. He ghosted his fingers against your pussy lips, softly touching, teasing you.

“Fuck- Please- Please make me cum, Stephen.” He grins at this and thrusts his fingers back into you, moving them faster, letting his fingers get sucked inside.

“See? Wasn’t that easy?” 

“God just just up.”

Stephen moved to hook your leg over his shoulders before thrusting his face into your cunt. Hungrily lapping all your juices. He used his tongue to part your lips, letting them drag against your folds. He found your clit, flicking the tip of his tongue slowly at first, then with an increasing speed.

You rolled your hips against his mouth. The overwhelming sensation of his big fingers thrusting in you at such speed, his mouth latching on you like a suction cup and teasing your clit was too much to handle. But it felt amazing. You had never known pleasure like this before. You were drunk off of it.

Pleasure started to build in your lower belly, threatening to burst at any second. You rutted your hip against him, hoping it would aid you in cumming, but he reached up with one hand, gripping your hips in a strong hold to keep you still. He moved his fingers in a come hither to motion, rubbing the pads of his fingers against a specific spot inside you that pushed you over the edge.

“Stephen!” As a wave of pleasure crashed around you, your eyes rolled back behind your head. Letting out a cry, a warm, gushing feeling also coursed through you. Then you realized you were squirting on his face. He rubbed his fingers against your folds fast, hoping to drink from you like you were the fountain of youth. Along with feeling turned on to the max, he felt a boost of pride and ego to make you cum like that.

Stephen’s erection strained as it pressed against the front of his robes. He slowed his movements, trailing soft kisses back up until he reached your lips, letting you get a taste of yourself. Your breath was shaky. Your head feeling hazy from such a powerful orgasm.

“Fuck-”

“We’re not done yet.” Stephen pulled you up, pushing you against a wall with his body, letting you feel what you were doing to him. 

Before he could say anything else, you reached out and pressed your hand to the front of his robes, cupping the hard jut of his cock. You leaned forward to kiss him. Swallowing his strangled moans. He thrust his hips, eager to feel your hand rubbing on his bare cock.

“Y/N.” You fell to your knees before starting to loosen his clothing.

“Jesus, why do you have to wear so many fucking layers?” You groaned, trying to figure out how to take off his thick blue tunic and the many leathery bits and belts he wore around his waist. How did he even breathe under all that? With a flick of your hand, he stood above you, naked. Eyes widened when you faced his hard member- standing to attention, begging to be touched by you. It was a dark pink color, with a bulbous tip- glistening with wetness. You reached out, taking him in your hand. It had been years since you’d seen him like this, touching his beautiful cock. 

Seeing you on your knees like this, touching him, made Stephen want to cum on your face right then and there. He held back his moans, body jerking a little as you swiped your thumb against the tip, smearing his pre-cum around.

Stephen reached down and took your face in his hand, tilting your chin up until you were looking at him. He swiped his thumb against your lower lip, letting you take it between your lips and sucking it softly.

“Are you going to suck me off, or will I have to stuff my cock in your mouth myself?”

“What’s the magic word then, Doctor?” He scoffed and moved his hand behind your neck to guide you.

You pulled away, tutting. “You may have me on my knees, but you’re gonna have to be a good boy and ask.”

“You’re insufferable.” You moved to place a small kiss on the underside of his cock, keeping your eye on him. He hissed, just wanting you to take him whole.

“Say it, Stephen.”

“Fine. I need to feel you-”

“Say my name.” You smirked, and he rolled his eyes, you were playing the same game as him.

“Are you serious?”

“I’m waiting….” You whispered, trailing your lips along his length just to tease him even more. He winced, desperation consuming him.

He sighed. “Please, Y/N. I need to feel you. I need to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Mmm….” You took hold of him, pumping softly and slipping him inside your mouth. He let out a relieved groan as his hands tightened in your hair.

It was just as you remembered. Stephen wasn’t huge by any means. He had a good size, just enough to fill you up completely. 

He held his cock at the base, guiding it to your lips. His cock filled your mouth and nearly choked you.

“Fuck, Y/N. If I knew the only way to shut you up was with my cock, I would’ve done this earlier.” He placed his hand on the back of your head, starting to thrust his hips lightly into your mouth. 

You felt the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You started to gag around him as tears started falling from your eyes. He brought up a thumb, wiping the tears away.

“Don’t cry, sweetie. You’re doing so well. Taking my cock like the slut you are. Fuck- I missed this.”

You moaned around him, sending vibrations through him. Groaning, he pulled you off of him, pushing your back against the wall. 

“God- I hate you.” 

He smirks against your lips, kissing you harder.

“That’s not what your body tells me.” He breathes into your mouth. You felt his fingers swiping the wetness between your legs. “Look at you, dripping wet for me to put my cock in you.”

“And I’m still waiting, Stephen.” He smirked. Turning you around, your face pressed against the hard stone pillar.

“Fine, you want to be a brat? Want to be fucked like one?” He whispered in your ear that it made the hairs on your neck stand, sending goosebumps through your body. He positioned himself at your entrance, starting to push his tip into your pussy. With a harder push, he slipped inside. Slowly, inch by inch, he drove into you, soon settling at the hilt.

He rocked his hips back and forth, holding you by your hips to pull you into him. You gripped the rough surface of the pillar, letting out a guttural groan. Fuck he felt amazing.

He pulled out, wanting to have you on the floor but you shook your head.

“No…” You stopped, walking him over to the chair you had sat in earlier, moving quickly to straddle his hips. You wanted to pleasure yourself on his cock. Feel him deep inside you. You lifted your hips and used your hand to slip him inside you. It was easier now, being stretched out and dripping with your shared slick. As you descended down his length, you kissed him softly, sharing moans. Your eyes fluttered closed, letting the pleasure of him consume you. 

Once you had him deep inside, you began a slow rotation of your hips. His hands immediately found your waist, grinding you back and forth on his cock.

“Oh, Y/N.” He groaned into your chest before kissing your chest, taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking hard. You moved your hips and started to bounce on his cock, holding his shoulders to help keep yourself steady. He began to thrust up into you, drawing you out, before pulling you- slamming you back down onto his cock. He continued, increasing his speed until he pounded animalistically into your tight heat. 

“I don’t know if I can hold it in much longer.”

“I’m so close, Stephen. Cum with me.”

“Fuck-” he dropped his hand between you, letting his fingers rub against your clit. That extra stimulation brought you even closer to your peak.

“Oh god!” You moaned, tilting your head back.

“No.” With his free hand, he grabbed the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him, resting your forehead against his. “You look at me when you cum.” He breathed, watching your eyes flutter open. “I want to see you cumming with me, Y/N.”

Just as he asked, your eyes never left his. After a couple of thrusts, you started to feel his cock twitching inside your throbbing walls as you neared orgasm. Gripping your ass tight, he thrust into you as deep as he could, letting his cock throb with his release.

“Y/N.” He moaned your name, watching you cum right behind him. You cried out his name in a depraved moan. Your hips continued to grind against him, riding out your orgasm. Cum mixing with each other, seeping from between you. Your eyes started to well up with tears from the intense orgasm that had left your body shaking. 

Stephen took your face in his hands, pulled you close, and rested his forehead against his. You closed your eyes, breathing in the same shared air between you. God, did it feel wrong but so right at the same time. You had not had him like this in a long time. Your body had missed it and certainly a part of your heart. As emotional as this moment was, a part of you still could not forgive him. 

The pleasure had started to subside, and the emotions of betrayal and hurt took back their place. You pulled away from him and sighed, standing up and letting his softening cock slide out from you. You stayed quiet, avoiding his eyes.

Taken aback, Stephen sat up. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

“I’m leaving.” You say bluntly. You quickly used your magic to clean yourself up and conjure up some new clothes.

“What- why?”

“Did you expect me to stay?” He followed suit, standing to grab your attention. 

“What we’ve just done. I thought-“

“Well, you thought wrong.” You turned away from him. You felt his hand grab your arm to turn to face him.

“Will you not forgive me?” He asked, but you remained silent, cold.

“I love you, Y/N.” Stephen quickly got onto his knees, looking up at you with pleading eyes. He wanted you to stay. Stay to fix whatever was left between you. “I promise I will never do anything like it again.”

“Stephen…”

“Stay with me. Y/N, come on.”

“Please don’t make this harder for me.”

“I can’t lose you again.” You willed yourself to pull away from his hold, reminding yourself of what happened. You pulled your hand away, eyes unforgiving.

“You already did that day you left me to die. I can’t forgive you for that, and I don’t think I ever will.” You picked up the dagger you had dropped, looking at your distorted reflection. You looked up, staring at his lamented expression.

“Goodbye, Stephe-”

“Y/N!” Stephen bolts awake, panting heavily while sweat drips from his forehead. He rubs his face with his hands, willing himself to clear his mind and wake up. It had become a daily occurrence, the guilt dreams he had about you. Even after 3 years, he still felt regretful. He could not get you out of his mind. More so, he could not forgive himself.

Turning to look at the time, he noticed an object sitting next to his watch on his nightstand. His eyes narrowed, and a spike of fear and anxiety rushed up his spine when he realized what it was. A dagger. Not just any dagger, but the same one from his dream. He looked up and around him until he froze in place, his heart dropping when he heard a voice behind him.

“Hello, Stephen.”

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Fire and Blood (The fanfic) Chapter 5: Death and duty Dark! Aemond x OC as well as mentioned dark Aegon x Oc

Concept: After a rough night with Aemond and Aegon as their bedmate, you spend the moring after with Aemond in his bed, when Aegon is out in King's Landing. Unknowing to you, the king has died and the Greens plans are set in motion. Your father is the first victim of the Dance.

WARNINGS: Smut, mention of oral sex, mentions of fucking, smut, p in v, p in a (later) and using sex as punishment. cruel aemond and fucked up aegon, book-aemond and other fucked up shit.

Next day

You awake in Aemonds bed. He is still snoring. And loudly. Gods that boy can snore. You climb on his body and softly kiss his sleeping body. On his lips. He slowly opens his good eye and groans.

'Hmm.' You rub your legs against him and cuddle him. 'So improper Lady Beespring.' He whispers in your ear. You feel something suck your neck and feel you up. 'My lady,' you giggle. You like it when he calls you that.

'Good morrow. How are you feeling?' You blush as you look around his room. 'Can we play tonight? With you, with Aegon? I want you to teach me how to please a man properly.' You get straight to the point blushing ready to take this wherever it may go. Aemond looks suprised but he doesnt mind.

'With my mouth,'

He moans when biting down on your lip. 'We can plan that, yes.'

The door of his room is pushed open and you cover yourself. Aemond sits up and waits for the person to enter the room. It's his rooms. He is not afraid of who enters. You are. You are terrified. You try to hide but it's too late already.

Ser Criston Cole. He looks shocked when he sees you. Aemond tries to cover you up but it's a little too late. He judges Aemond and you heavily. 'Lady Beespring, my prince.' He says in that order.

You blush. 'Ser Criston, I was just-' you are horrified.

He doesn't meet your eyes. 'The prince is my friend, my lady. I will not betray your secret or his.'

'Thank you.'

Aemond covers you up, covering your naked body from sight. He pulls you closer possessivly and gives you a kiss on your hair. 'What are you doing here, Cole? Do not tell me I need to start putting on signs on the door when I'm busy entertaining my special guests.' He jokes but he stops halfway when Cole looks at him.

Cole is not even laughing. 'I do advise you to get dressed. Something happend. The king has died.'

Aemond doesn't react when you react all emotions at all. Disbelieve, anger, denial grief... 'Hm..' he simply says.

You are shocked.

'Gods...' you mutter. He at least saw his family happy one last time. Before he died. That is all he ever wanted.

Cole nods to Aemond before leaving you both again. You turn to Aemond.

You notice his good eye narrowing at you in suspension. 'Aemond, how are you feeling?' You ask carefully picking your words.

He growls immaturely. 'Like I want to be alone.' You know him better by now and can see when his walls go up, especially when he is hurt. You know that. From Aegon. He does the same.

You grab his hand. 'Do not do this. Do not shut me out.' You plead. He makes himself lose from your grip.

He doesnt even look at you anymore. 'You should see Helaena. I never cared for that old fuck. He never cared about me either.' That is not true but you know better than the argue with him.

You get up and start getting dressed by yourself when aemond remains in his bed. 'If that is your command,' you say giving him time to change his mind.

He doesn't however. 'It is.'

---

You walk out of his rooms, and are suprised and shocked and simply mortified when one of the queens ladies in waiting stands there waiting for you. You doubt that Aemond approves of that but it's too late to get him now. Its Talja. 'Good morrow, Lady Beespring. The Queen would like a word.' She knows.

--

Alicent wears green as every other day but she looks broken. She waits patiently for you, playing with her rings and praying to the gods. You wait for her to finish praying before letting yourself be known. 'Lady Beespring.' She gets up as you curtsy.

'My Queen,' you say full of devotion.

She smiles warmly at you. 'Please, have a seat.' You obey.

She takes your hands in his.

'How is Aegon advancing in his lessons?' She asks. It's never been asked by her before. Never.

You dont want to share it. It's no secret Aegon is ashamed of his learning difficulties. 'Not so good, your grace. You see...' you try to find the right words.

She smiles kindly at you like you are friends. 'He tries very hard. He does. But whenever some time passes he forgets it all again. I think there might be some ...mental blockade. I read about it once. It could be a learning disorder of the mind.' You carefully say. Alicent nods.

She then subtly changes subjects but her eyes look like they can murder you.

'What about my other son? Prince Aemond?' She asks but you know better. You know much better. She is suspicious of you and her sons.

You keep your face composed but inside you are already begging her not to take your head for this. 'What about him, your grace?' You ask politely.

Alicent chuckles like that was a very stupid question. 'You were seen leaving his chambers this morning.'

An idea pops up in your head. 'Yes. You see, your grace...uhm.. I know. Of the king.' You carefully whisper. 'I heard from a servant who delivered me my breakfast.'

Alicent now looks like the uncomfortable one. You reach out and give her a soft squeeze in her hands. 'I am so sorry, your grace. I am. He was a kind and good man. Centuries will pass before we have a good king like that again.' You continue planting your lies hopefully they are convincing enough for now.

'I wanted to comfort Aegon. He seems tough. They both do. But all they want is their fathers love like all children. I went to Aemond when I couldn't find him.'

A letter is brought in. The queen reads it instantly. 'I'm sorry as well, child.' She says after reading it. You don't recognise the seal on the letter; a Green dragon. But there is only one person who rides a green dragon.

Aemond.

'I'm afraid this information is rather sensitive. Aemond agreed to let you stay in his rooms for safekeeping under guard until we have fixed this situation.'

Your heart skips.

'Fixed? When Rhaenyra will get here, you mean?'

She wont even look at you.

'Yes. That.' You feel a feeling of uneasiness taking root inside you and it only grows and grows.

---

When you return you are stopped by lord larys. You smile at him. 'Hello, my lord. Here to see the queen?' He eyes you uneasily. Larys gives you a kind smile. 'Lady Beespring I am so sorry for the loss of your dear father.' You don't even have time to process The words before you collaps to the floor. Father. Dead?

'They killed him in the council today. His body is still there, I bet it's cold now. Cold and heavy.' You dont hear another word.

You take off running to the council hall.

There, you find your father. His head is smashed in and he is cold as snow when you reach for his arm. He lies on the table his eyes spread open wide.

How could this happen? And why?

You sob, clutching his arm. They left him here, his brains smashed in. 'Daddy? Daddy it's me, please daddy. Don't leave me yet. I need you.' But it's too late. He is gone.

'Lady Beespring what are you-...Oh.' Aemond clear his throat awkwardly. 'You were supposed to be under guard.' He says.

You look at him helplessly before burying yourself against his chest, crying out heavily. Uncomfortable he rubs your back. 'Who did this, Aemond? Tell me. Tell me who killed my father?' You ask, vengeance in your eyes.

He wipes away some tears of your face. 'I can't. We have bigger fishes to fry. Let's go back to my rooms so you can rest and calm down.' He wants to lock you up there. Why? What is he hiding?

You nearly explode of anger. 'Bigger fishes?! Who in the seven hells did this! You own me this! tell me or I will tell the Queen what happend between us.' You threaten.

He is hurt by that and glares but you dont care. 'Ser Criston cole smashed his brains in.' He comments drly and emotionless. ser Criston? He always seemed like such a good man. Seemed being the key word. You vow to kill him. And Aemond will surely help you. You just know he would. For you.

Aemond pulls you in his arms again rubbing your back and sighing deeply. You break free. 'Punish him! Take his cloak away and take his head for this!' You shout at an crestfallen Aemond. He also looks helplessly but tries to hug you. To talk sense into you.

He smiles at you a bit. 'Your father said that Rhaenyra should be queen. That is treason, you know that. You are a smart girl.' He says.

It all falls together at once. The final puzzle piece. They are stealing her throne from her. 'She should be queen!' Aemond expression changes. 'You are stealing her throne. Father was right.' He took your fathers head for it. He can take yours for all you care.

'Lady Beespring; don't be stupid. We fancy you, me and my brother. But there are some lines even you cant cross.' They are usurping her throne. Your father probably defended the rightful queen and had to pay for that with his life.

Aemond sees your doubt and fear and smiles at you. 'We had such a fun good time together. Don't let this ruin everything we worked all so hard for.'

'Right,' you compose yourself. 'You are right. What's done is done.' You await your chance.

His thin lips are curled in a smile.

'That's our girl. Now, mother wants me to keep you close so you and I are going to my bedrooms-'

You take of running.

Aemond tackles you to the ground with a groan and rolls on top of you. You spit in his face and bite his hand when he wants to pull you up.

He is disgusted with your spit. 'So unladylike. One day without your daddy and you already become a wild untamed thing. Luckily for me and my brother: We love fucking wild little brats like you.'

[dykelawlight]

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in [insert fic], what would it be? // 25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write? // 41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.” // 48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in [insert fic], what would it be?

In terms of published fic, DEFINITELY the scene in Hear No Evil after Misa leaves the building and Light and L are alone again, mostly because I don't know myself exactly how it would play out. Do they fuck immediately because they were rudely interrupted? Do they get into some deranged argument in which Light attempts to somehow pin the blame for Misa showing up on L? Who knows. In terms of WIPs, probably the awkward morning-after scene in my L/L/M office sex fic in which Mikami gets ready to drag herself to work on two hours of sleep looking like absolute hammered shit. L is also awake and attempts to help. I want to see L haplessly attempting to apply Light's foundation to Mikami's neck to cover her 7 thousand hickeys because Light bites.

25. What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

10000% thesaurus.com takes the top spot here. I would be dead right now without thesaurus.com. I also turn frequently to The New Topping Book when I'm stuck on something in a scene or need to try to encapsulate a specific feeling.

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

Wouldn't class this as a fic really but @alexsiple's fancomic In Terms of Rain made me lose my mind and the stark, clean language was seriously enviable. I also loved the way @deathnoting wrote Light in tabula rasa — he's just SO nasty and unpleasant but also clearly possessed of the capability to be beautiful and sympathetic and charming.

48. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

Okay, so the actual last fic I read is a Fire Emblem: Three Houses fic called Gifts and Growing Pains by justfe3hthings. I would highly recommend it just for like, BDSM reasons. Whew. Little to no knowledge of the actual franchise required. It's warm in here. The last Death Note fic I read was actually Bargaining Power by @quicktimeeventfull (someday I will be able to answer a complete set of these questions without @'ing xim, but today is NOT THAT DAY!). Highly recommend, made me insane, gen fic about Near and L and Light and such and made me like dizzily nauseous because of all the emotions and stuff flying around. There are SO many lines I could quote here but it's a one-shot and I think everyone should read it for themselves.

[hazbincalifornia]

While we don't see any marks on Blitzo, it would've been interesting to see some bruising on his body because Chaz was far too rough with him. Imagine Blitzo going to Stolas because he's feeling sick from the strong sedation he received, and Stolas takes in an almost-nude Blitzo with an unfamiliar coat, bruises on his body and clearly struggling with the side-effects of sedation. Stolas would be freaking out so much and Blitzo would have to reassure him the drugging happened after the fucking.

Stolas looked up as he heard a thud- Blitzo had crawled over the balcony and fallen on his face before scrambling up to try and lean on the wall, legs shaking. He wore only a black coat and boxers, and fresh bruises littered his body. His skin was also a good two shades paler than usual. 

“Blitz?” Stolas’s eyes were wide before he swooped in closer. “What happened?”

“ ’M fine, don’t worry your bird-brain about it,” Blitzo muttered, shooting off a weak finger gun. “Just… wanted to say hi. Long day, figured it’d be better to hug some sweet soft ass instead of bothering Loonie after-”

“Never mind that, where did this come from?” He knelt down, grimacing at the stench of the coat hanging over Blitzo’s shoulders. It stank of body spray and sweat and cum and blood. This close, the bruises were even clearer.

“Oh, this? Some dipshit who couldn’t… fuck his way out of a paper bag,” Blitzo said with a yawn, trying to take a step back when Stolas reached forward but nearly falling flat on his back. “He’s probably dead now, saving poor defenseless asses all over.”

“Did he…” Stolas glanced down, eyes tracing over ragged scratches and bruises with blood starting to scab over between the imp’s legs. His fingers curled into fists. “If he isn’t dead already…”

Blitzo snorted. “Pssh, with what I told mob-daddy before we left? He’ll be lucky to just have his head mounted on the wall.”

“Mob- where have you been?” Stolas grabbed at his arm, and Blitzo groaned at the sudden motion.

“Had a deal in Greed that fell through. Got fucked, literally, and he wasn’t even good. Fuckin’ waste. My ass hurts.” He froze, lips pursing before lunging forward and reaching for the wastebasket by the side of the bed, losing something purple and black into it. Stolas followed, kneeling down again and setting a hand on his back.

“You’ve clearly been drugged.”

“Mhm,” Blitzo muttered in agreement. “Needle. Fuck, shoulda been able to shake this off by now…”

“You were drugged, and then had bad sex.” Stolas could feel fire bubbling beneath his skin as a growl started. “Who did this to you?”

“Nah, nah, nah.” Blitzo waggled a finger. “Had bad sex, then started snooping around and got drugged. I was sober during the sex part. Fuck, wish I hadn’t been though. That guy didn’t know anything except ‘in and out’, fucking amateur.” Stolas’s fingers tightened on Blitzo’s back as he gagged again before his forehead rested on the rim of the can. “I dunno what he mixed in.” It was said so quietly Stolas wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear it.

“…Are you sure?”

“Yeah, ’m sure.” Blitzo paused for long enough that Stolas wasn’t sure he hadn’t passed out. He had to be smelling his own vomit, but he didn’t make any motion to move. “Moxx kicked him out. Millie kicked him out. I was the last option to get his dick wet, figured… he said he’d tell me what they liked. Fuckin’ liar, I’ve seen 'em fuck enough times to know that’s a crock'a shit, but you tell that to the guy using you like a fleshlight. Figured it’d be easier to let him just finish off, I...” He trailed off before gagging again, back shaking. "If I get something from this, I'm gonna plug 'em myself. Fucker."

Something heavy and thick swirled in Stolas’s stomach. Jealousy? Worry? Fear, for how casually Blitzo was brushing this off? He’d had sex with someone else. Stolas knew he didn't... they weren't... whatever they had, it hurt to imagine, but seeing Blitzo drowning in the rank coat covered in bones, smelling of vomit and blood and murmuring curses to some nameless beast…

He could deal with the emotions slinking through later. For now, he opened a portal to the kitchen and prepared a glass of water with magic, offering it to the imp.

“I believe you said you wanted some soft ass. I’ll advise you to have some water first.”

Blitzo blinked, looking up at the cup, then gave a lopsided smile before burying his face in Stolas’s chest.

[cixthotshit]

i keep thinking about the idea of jinyoung being really into edging and overstimulation he would be so into it and he’s edge his partner and then once they finally cum he’d overstimulate them <333 i need someone to write something for that

I didn't proofread this well. I literally read this, brainrotted, and wrote this when I finally had time. I hope this is what you wanted nonny 😭 tysm for the request. can't guarantee I can fulfill requests fast, but pls!! I don't mind answering hard or soft thoughts/asks. My asks are always open.

Reunion

Pairing: Bae Jinyoung x Femme Reader | [Y/N]

18+ Only!!! Minors DNI!!!!! Fiction, not real!!

Rating/Warnings: Erotica/ PWP, Not Beta Read, Explicit Sexual Content: Overstimulation, Edging, Fingering (F Receiving), Rough Sex, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, Impact Play, Squirting

    The front door was unlocked. You roll your eyes, knowing full well it was your boyfriend’s carelessness. Kicking your shoes off, you slam the door shut. Clicking the locks into place, you’re assured that your home is secure.

    “BaeBae!” you shout. Running up the stairs, fingers gliding against the polished wooden railing as you hopped with every step. “How long have you been home?”

    His jet black shone, back facing you from the open balcony he stood on. The familiar broad shoulders, slim waist, perky ass. Your boyfriend’s beautiful body was covered, but the loose knit vest left openings on his arm holes to show off his perfect muscles.

    “I just arrived.” He turned around, standing up straight. Pouty lips, big round eyes. Perfectly sharp jawline. “Hi baby.”

    You rush into his arms. Not a word between you. His giant palms slip over your hips, eyes hooded as you lock gazes.

    He kisses you. So much deeper than he’s ever kissed you before. Your chest feels tight as he sucks the life out of you. Arms pressing you against him, sweet luscious lips firmly against yours.

    Your fingers curl, grasping the soft cotton of his top. His tongue is parting your lips and you breathe in the cool elevated air. He grunts - hips bucking against yours - when you give out an involuntary whine onto his tongue.

    Breaking the kiss, he has one hand on your chin before his forehead rests against yours. His concentrated stare - dark irises locked on you, pouty downward curved lips, stuns you. You’re at a loss for words or thought as you marvel at the beautiful Bae Jinyoung.

    Your Beautiful Bae Jinyoung.

    “You can’t be this cute when I just wanted to kiss you.” You shut your eyes, fire igniting up your chest as his fingertips trail down the front of your throat. “Do you remember the last time you kept making those noises?”

    His thumb presses at the center of your mouth. His eyes scan your face. Lips, nose, eyes, toward your ears and neck. Back to your lips. Thumb stroking across your bottom lip.

    You had a final morning together before departing for your separate jobs. Weeks ago. He’d pulled you into his arms and kissed you, body over yours.

    The more you tried to get air in to breathe, the harder he kissed. The harder he’d pushed his hips against you. All that was afforded to you was a quick 2 minute fuck.

    But now, you have all evening to be with him. To tease him. To fuck him.

    “I missed you BaeBae.” You suck on his thumb, shutting your eyes.

    “Fuck.” He barely breathes it out. “You’re asking for it.”

    His lips are over yours. The cold metal bars from the gate dig into your back as he presses his body up against you. You hum against his lips when his hand touches your neck, fingers caressing your skin.

    You lose sense of gravity as you yelp. BaeJin has you in his arms, carrying you bridal style back into the flat.

    You groan onto his tongue. His lips are devouring yours as he walks you to the bed, paying no mind to the wild winds slamming the French doors open, balcony curtains flapping loudly.

    “BaeBae.” His warmth is gone as he sets you down on the bed. The curves on his broad shoulders illuminate under the moonlight. Black hair contrasting his milky skin - creating a wavering halo over his head with the glow of the moon behind him. “I missed you. Missed your kisses. Your lovely voice. Your-”

    “-everything.” Hot breath against your lips, he kisses you aggressively. Tongue parting your mouth open. Hand between your legs, his grunts into your mouth before nipping your bottom lip. “I missed you too, babe.”

    His rash disrobing is matched by you. Your fingers unfastening the front zipper to his jeans. His hand up in the air with your panties intertwined between his fingers, other hand palming your tit. Long digits pressing against your sensitive nub.

    “I need you.” His tongue glides back and forth against the front of your throat, tips of his fingers pushing against the folds of your labia. “You’re mine.”

    “Always yours.”

    You gag, two thick fingers in your mouth, pressing against the center of your tongue. Shivers down your shoulder blades. Spine. Bursting heat deep in your core. Warm lips sucking your earlobe.

    “I missed you.” His soft whisper sends chills down your spine, deep into your core. “How much do you want me, babe?”

    “Don’t leave me, Bae.��� Your fingers caress his jaw, pulling him in for a kiss. Sweet moan into his lips as his strong thrust weighs down on you.

    “Why so formal? Am I just a hookup?”

    His body is gone. Cool air unleashing goosebumps all over your body.

    “BaeBae?” You stand on your knees, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His back facing you. “Babe? Did I upset you?”

    You yelp, his hands on your arms. You’re on your back, he’s over you. Lips crashing together, sucking air out of you.

    “Jinyoung! BaeBae! I want you, babe.” His chuckles against you burn you up, his kisses peppering across your chest, down to your tits. “You’re the one who treats me like a hookup. Like a whore.”

    “You like it.”

    Your moans shake the walls. His long fingers trace around your labia, tips drawing small circles into your pubes. Your pussy shakes, cunt growing wet. You want him to ruin your insides, grind on your clit.

    “BaeBae!” You cry. He’s sitting up. Hands pulling you up.

    You’re on your knees, hands planting against the pillows, legs spread out.

    “Need you.” His tip glides over your wet heat. You moan together as he pokes at your entrance. You whimper as his cock slides up against your slit, barely brushing over your throbbing clitoris. “All I think about - you, all day.”

    “BaeJin.” Your hips thrust back as his cock slides against you. You mewl as his tip prods at your cunt. “Jinyoung, I want you.”

    Your hip aches as his grip tightens, nails digging into your flesh. Cock pushing into you. Your parting lips ache, clit writhing as your hot slick pools toward it.

    Both hands on your hips he pounds your ass against his hips. Your insides are being pushed around, stomach full and warming up.

    “My fucking whore-so-fucking-hot.” His pants are growing erratic. Your cries are pathetic, burning up your vocal cords. Ass numbing up like your knees, but your pussy is ecstatic. Sweet ache, ripples of pleasure tighten the coil at your center. “Babe-pussy so good.”

    “Perverted” - you cry out, knees buckling, as he pulls out of you - “BaeBae!”

    “You’re mine,” he says softly, hands massaging your hips, turning you around.

    You kiss, affection growing as he palms your thighs. You moan onto his tongue when his thumbs meet at your clit, pressing up against your sensitive nerves.

    “BaeBae!” One thumb is flicking your wet bundle of nerves, middle finger from his other hand pushing into your wet heat. “I’m going to-”

    “-So fucking needy!” He hisses against your throat. Fingers gone from your throbbing pussy. You yelp, head throwing back as a hard slap against your pussy shoves air out of your lungs. He chuckles, fingers caressing your folds. He slaps you again - your hips buck up hard. “I love your shaking little pussy.”

    You moan, eyes shut tight, fingers intertwined into your own tresses. Two of his fingers are back inside, shallow ruts making your pussy quiver.

    You’re flat on your back, his massive thighs weighing over yours. His beautiful hard rod is sliding into your wet pussy. Shaking hips you thrust against each other.

    Mouth open - taking in erratic breaths - you refuse to be the first to moan. He picks up on your resolve, chuckle at the back of his throat. Hot kisses at your throat.

    His thrusts are hard. Heavy with his powerful hips. Knee planting down on the mattress to lift your thigh up higher.

    “BaeBae!” You cry out, arms wrapping around his neck as he plows into you. Each push cutting you open. Hot tip poking your g-spot. “Cumming!”

    His heavy exhaled breath hits your chin when he pulls out of you. You whine against his lips, the coil at your core loosening away from an orgasm. Eyebrows furrowed, you yelp into his mouth when he pushes his throbbing cock back into your dripping cunt.

    “Not so easy, babe.” Hands keeping your biceps down against the mattress, he’s on his knees - keeping your legs spread wide open. “You’re mine.”

    You cry out, eyes focused on his concentrated face. Teeth biting his bottom lip. Eyebrows furrowed. Scrunched up nose. His thrusts are long. Thick long cock letting your walls feel every motion he makes.

    When your hips buck hard against him, he grips you there. Deep shallow ruts as his balls slap your ass. He’s calling you his fucking whore.

    And with the way you cry out his name - fingers weakly curling against his muscular arms - you are. He needn’t feed you, ask you how you are. He just needed to fuck you into a mindless hole, ready for his use.

    When your center’s coil is ready to break, he pulls out - loosening the pull. Keeping your desperate orgasm so close yet so far away.

    Throbbing cock back into your puffy hole, his hips shake as he sinks balls deep into you. His massive palms glide up your calves, pulling your legs together and over your head.

    “BaeBae!” You gasp. You feel every pulse of his cock rippling through your center, tingling your clit. Your chest feels heavy, making the blood rushing to your head waver your vision. “Fuck!”

    His powerful thrusts shake your entire body. Bottom of your spine prickling as his hips punish your ass. Palms glide down your calves and thighs before pulling your legs apart.

    “BaeBae!”

    Your pussy feels like his cock is slicing you open. Heat at your g-spot like his tip is branding you. Over and Over. His body is over yours, mouth sucking yours.

    You’re silent, tongues fighting to push into each other’s mouths. Hands entangled in each other’s hair. His hips pushing up into yours; yours trying to match his.

    Eyebrows furrowed, your claws hook over his ears as his hands grab your hips. His thrusts are fast, your walls constricting so hard your center’s coil having melted, your insides coming undone.

    Wetness is shooting out of you. Your mind is gone. Your focus is what you feel.

    BaeJin’s teeth grazing against the front of your throat. Your pussy walls squeezing his aching rod. His thrusts continue fast, shallow - strong - against you.

    Stuttering whimpers, you can barely hold onto him. His mouth is sucking on your tit, tongue flicking your nipple. Arms wrapped around your waist, he cums into you - pushes so hard your head is hitting the headboard. Hot tears blinding your vision. Drooling pooling at the corners of your lips.

*thump*

*thump*

*thump*

    “BaeBae!”

    His cum is deep inside you. A fever building up as he dumps more hot cum into you. His gravelly groan shakes your chest, teeth clamped down on your tit. Your body is hot. Cum all over your insides.

    The world is spinning. Continual pushes as his cock writhes. Your walls keep constricting. You’re both lost in each other’s kisses. Limbs entangling.

    You whine. A gentle *pop* when he breaks the kiss. The sexy grunt he gives makes your pussy quiver. Fucked out, you remain still as he pulls out, head resting on your sweaty stomach.

    As much as you want to confess your undying love for him, all you can manage is a gentle grin. Eyes shut you fall asleep, feeling his warm muscular arms hold you close to him.

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Thank you for reading!

Love, CC ♣️

[just-a-little-dragon]

Pregnant

For this I will be using my ocs. Sorry. Also be aware I'm going off the headcannon that vampire can get/get others pregnant.

Surrogate

Damien stood in the kitchen with Gav and Lasko. Huxley and Amelia in the living room with a pregnant Lyra who looked ready to pop at any moment.

"So me and Dame's kid in in you right now?"

"Yeah." Lyra chuckled. I guess the next question is if it's a freelancer like me or not."

"You sound like you're ready for it to be out of you." Amelia, lasko's partner, chuckled.

"Dear god is that the truth."

"Well maybe you should've thought about that before agreeing to hold our kid." Damien scoffed as he handed Lyra a hot cocoa as Gavin sat next to her. Laying his head on the bump.

"However the baby turns out. They're gonna have one hell of an attitude with Damien and Deviant as parents." Everyone laughed but Damien began ranting at Gavin. Lyra sighed. Par of the course.

Again

Gavin couldn't help but smirk as his partner let the hormones take over.

"And especially fuck you for getting me like this!!!" she pointed at Gavin who only nodded.

"Why is her stomach so round?" Caelum asked as he leaned into Gavin.

"Because there's a baby in it." Caelum jumped up.

"A what???"

"A baby."

"Why's it inside her?"

"Because that's how human babies grow???" Gavin turned and saw lyra laying on her back. Caelum firing off more questions. He sighed. He didn't mind but he didn't realize how tedious a pregnancy could be.

Best Friends

Asher bounced excitedly as he exchanged the ultrasound with David.

"Dude. Our kids are gonna be best friends!"

Sara and Kayla were both pregnant and chuckled from where they sat on the couch.

"Asher. Calm down. Let's make it through the pregnancy first." Kayla laughed.

"I am ready to be done with it already." Sara sighed. David leaned over the back and kissed her cheek with a grin.

"In a few more months you'll have an infant in your arms."

"Mhm." Sara hummed.

"Hey guys!! There's children here." Asher laughed as he pretended to cover Kayla's stomach from view.

David scoffed. "You think that's explicit?" He stood behind Sara, reached down and lifted her belly up. Kayla could only describe the sound of appreciation as a mix between a moan and a gasp of relief.

"OK. I admit. You win that one." Asher sighed in defeat.

Miracle

Sam sat next to Lou in the bathroom, her gasping as Sam stared at the positive pregnancy test.

"No."

"I know Darlin'. I know."

"This shouldn't be possible!"

"Well have you been cheating on me?" Sam watched as his partner reared back, glaring at him in offense. "That's what I thought."

Lou laid her head back onto his shoulder. They both sat on the bathroom floor. Lou had fallen in surprise and Sam came rushin.

"How are we gonna raise them?"

"Like any other parent. But I'll be taking the nightwatch."

Lou laughed despite her tears. "What if they come out as some kind of hybrid?"

"Then I think we need to look into some barriers when it comes to timeout." Sam chuckled. "We can always ask Will for some pointers. We don't need another Vince running around."

Lou laughed as she curled into Sam more. David was going to lose his shit.

Nightfall

"How does something like this happen?!" Avior shouted as Laine leaned against the wall.

"We-"

"I know how it happened you shit." Avior sighed. "Not everything is to be taken literally."

"Apparently us fucking enough to make a baby is though!"

"Starlight." Avior set the test down and hugged his partner, nuzzling into their neck. "We'll figure it out."

"How so?"

"Would you rather be fighting dream hellscape?" he snorted. Laine paused before laughing. It sounded hysterical and it sounded like she lost her sanity.

"You're seriously comparing that to having a kid?" she laughed.

"No. I'm asking which you'd rather do." Avior sighed. Despite his annoyance he had a stupid grin on his face. This little shit.

Rabbit Hole

"You-You-You can't be pregnant!" Lasko stuttered out. Amelia held the pregnancy test up.

"Lasko. I haven't had sex with anyone else since i met you. I'd say it's yours."

"But but-" asko muttered and rambled. "Oh I'm never going to thear the end of this. ANd Gavin. Fuck! Shit no!"

Amelia chuckled as Lasko spiraled. "Babe. We'll be fine."

"This is a kid though. It's not like taking care of a cat or a dog. Or even Damien. Oh and Freelancer's pregnant with gavin's- MMH!" Lasko was interrupted by Amelia kissing him deeply.

"Your friends will no doubt support you. If they don't I will not be held responsible for my actions."

"Hun no!!" Lasko cried. "You can't attack my friends!"

"We'll see."

"BABE!!"

Surprise

Vince dropped the groceries in his hand as he stared at the pregnancy test. He spun to face Cin and she laughed and nodded.

"No fucking way."

"Yeah."

"You're-"

"Yeah!"

"Does Sam know?!"

"I called him first. He said to tell you."

"You called Sam before you called me?!"

"You're the one who asked if Sam knew like he was the father!" Cin laughed. Vincent laughed as he hugged her tightly. Feeling tears fall down as he held her.

"We're gonna have a baby Lovely." he murmured into their shoulder.

"Yeah. Yeah we are."

Vincent didn't understand how Lovely was pregnant but hey. He wasn't complaining and he'd porbably ask William when the chance arised.

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