#wolverine human reader

[shybluebirdninja]

Public Heat

Summary: Logan’s wild side takes over as he fucks you onto the balcony.

Pairing            : Logan Howlett x Human!Fem-reader Note               : exhibitionism sex, smut

The cool night air hit your skin, but the heat between you and Logan was enough to set the whole city on fire. You barely had time to think before you were pushed up against the railing of your balcony, Logan’s rough hands already pulling at your clothes, his growl rumbling through the darkness.

“Logan, we’re—” you started, glancing down at the street below, the lights of the city glowing, people walking by completely unaware of what was about to happen. But Logan didn’t care. He wasn’t the type to give a damn about who could see or who might hear. In fact, the thought of it seemed to turn him on more.

“You worried about a little audience, sweetheart?” he rasped into your ear, his voice dripping with that familiar roughness that always sent a shiver down your spine. His hands gripped your waist, spinning you around until your chest was pressed against the cold metal railing. The city was spread out below you like a playground, and here you were, at the mercy of this feral man.

Before you could say anything, Logan’s hands were on you again, tugging at your pants, rough and impatient, and you couldn’t help but moan as he peeled them down. The cool night air hit your exposed skin, a stark contrast to the heat burning inside you, but you didn’t care. Not when Logan was behind you, his body pressed so close, his breath hot against your neck.

“You’re soaked already,” he growled, his hands running over your bare ass, squeezing possessively. “You like this, huh? Knowing anyone could look up and see you get fucked by me.”

You could barely respond, your mind spinning from the intensity, but your body gave him all the answers he needed. You pushed back against him, craving more, craving everything, and Logan’s low, dirty chuckle told you that he knew exactly what you wanted.

“That’s my girl,” he muttered, and before you could catch your breath, he slammed his dick into you, hard and deep. The force of it made you gasp, your hands gripping the railing for dear life as Logan started moving, not caring at all who might be watching.

The way he fucked you was wild, reckless, like he couldn’t hold back anymore, and the thought of people walking below, just a glance up and they’d see you like this, only made it hotter. Logan’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the air. You could barely think, barely breathe, the only thing you could focus on was the way he felt inside you, the way he owned every inch of your body.

“Goddamn, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” Logan growled, his voice rough with lust. His hands slid up your back, pushing your chest further against the railing, arching you even more so he could bury himself deeper, harder. “You love this, don’t you? Letting everyone see how good you take it.”

You moaned, your body shaking with the intensity of it all, and Logan’s pace only quickened, his cock slamming into you over and over, making sure you felt every inch of him. The thrill of being so exposed, knowing anyone could see, made it impossible to hold back, and you could feel your orgasm building fast, your body tightening around him.

“Fuck, Logan,” you gasped, barely able to form words, but Logan wasn’t stopping, wasn’t slowing down. He was relentless, his hands gripping your hips so hard you were sure there’d be bruises tomorrow. But that was the last thing on your mind now.

The tension in your body snapped, and you came hard, your legs trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Logan growled in satisfaction, his hips slamming into you one last time as he chased his own release. You could feel him throbbing inside you, and then, with a deep, primal grunt, he came, filling you up as he held you tight against the railing.

For a moment, neither of you moved, just standing there, bodies pressed together, both of you trying to catch your breath. The sounds of the city below seemed distant, almost unreal, as you slowly came down from the high of it all.

Logan leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as he chuckled softly. “Think anyone saw?”

[animasola86]

🐇 DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE

m!vampire x f!reader 🔥 very explicit 🔥 words: 11k

It was a dark night, you tried to hurry home, past the cemetery, when you were suddenly abducted, not that you remember any of that. You wake up in a cage, naked and vulnerable, and a man approaches you, calling you "bunny". Turns out you're his pet now. So welcome to your new life. I hope you're ready to take on your three new masters?

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Abduction! Dubcon! Mind control! Vampires! Group sex! Petplay! Cages/Collars! Size difference! Oral/anal/vaginal sex! Biting! (READ ON AO3/LITEROTICA)

A/N: The prompt was "petplay, group sex, abduction, vampires, f/m" - and of course I couldn't just write about that alone, so I added a lot more kinks. This also marks the first time properly writing monsterfucker smut. I'm still new to the genre, so forgive me if my vampire lore is a little rusty. Hope you enjoy this silly little smut story nonetheless!

Alternative title: Down the Rabbit('s) Hole(s)

You wake up to strange noises. There's the thumping of music, but it's muffled, as if through various walls. Then there are sounds much, much closer... Wet sounds you cannot quite place. You may even hear sighs and slurping, rhythmic slapping that causes goosebumps to pebble your skin. Your naked skin as you realize.

Slowly you come to, your eyelids fluttering. It's dark, but not quite. There's candle light bouncing off the stone walls, shadows dancing in sickening rhythms. You blink slowly, trying to focus your eyes. Your head feels heavy, filled with cotton or stones, you can't be sure. Your body aches, and as you try to move, you can't. Feet and elbows and shoulders and the top of your head push against sturdy metal bars. Your heart beats faster, blood rushing through your veins as panic settles into your shaking limbs. You are in a cage.

A whimper escapes you as you grip the metal rods and push and pull and rattle them, trying to get out. You are on your knees, on some sort of cushion, but that's the only comfort around. You are completely naked, except for a thick leather band wrapped around your neck. A collar. Your hair is made up into two tight buns on the top of your head, some loose strands tickling your nape. Your breaths are frantic.

Where am I? What happened?

You can barely remember anything. It's been dark, you were walking home. Past the cemetery? Probably, it's the shortest route. You have been hurrying along, feeling as if something has been watching you. And then... You blink as you try to remember, but the memory is fleeting, dissolving as you try to grab it, like smoke evaporating between your fingers. Your heartbeat accelerates, hysteria making your lips tremble as your face tingles awfully.

“Oh listen to these sweet sounds,” comes a deep voice from somewhere behind you. You twist in your cage, but you cannot see anything, you can't move, can't even turn your head properly. “Badum, badum, badum, almost as fast as a real rabbit's heart. You are perfect for this, hmm, aren't you, little bunny?”

A big shadow moves around the cage, and you gasp when a man crouches down in front of it, looking at you with a crooked smirk. You jolt away from the bars, but only hit your head, making you feel even more dizzy.

“Shh, easy now, pet, everything is alright,” he coos, tilting his head, extending a hand with unusually pointy fingernails. You stare at him, frightened out of your mind. His long fingers come closer, but you can't back away any further in your confinement, and when they close around your chin, you yelp helplessly. “No need to be afraid.”

He pulls you to the front of the cage, and even though you protest, putting your whole body against the motion, and strain your neck, struggling with all you have left, he does so with ease, the grip strong and powerful. Your face ends up pressed to the bars, allowing you a closer look at the stranger. He's...

You blink, frowning in confusion. He's so handsome. You don't know why you expected the man who kept you in a cage to look ugly or foul, but he doesn't. He has a fair face, very pale, no facial hair, smooth skin, dark eyes that seem to gleam a little, perfectly angled eyebrows that are still thick and masculine. That smirk on his lips mesmerizes you. Then he parts them, his tongue slipping out to wet his upper lip, and when it retreats, you see the hint of white teeth, straight and... are those fangs?

His smile widens as he notices how you're staring at his mouth. And yes, those are fangs, pointy sharp canines, glinting in the dim light. You gasp, trying to back away but he still holds your chin. “Shh,” he makes, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip. “No need to panic.” His voice is soothing, low and gentle, vibrating through you, feeding the heat pulsing inside you.

“Who are you?” you whisper, not sure why that is the first question that slips past your quivering lips. Where am I? What is going on? Why am I naked? Why am I in a cage? What are these noises all around me? What are you planning to do with me? These questions fade into the back of your mind as you keep staring at the handsome man.

He clicks his tongue, tilting his head, slowly pushing his thumb between your lips to silence you. “That doesn't need to concern you,” he whispers. “I don't matter, you don't matter. But for the sake of names, you can call me Master. And you, my little bunny, are my newest pet.”

You frown at him, unconsciously pressing your tongue against his invading thumb, to push it away or to feel more of it, you can't be sure. “M'not a bu-” you try to say past his digit, but he shakes his head, pushing it deeper.

“Shh, yes, you are. You are my bunny and I will play with you tonight, and all the nights to come,” he says softly, pumping his thumb in and out of your mouth, and all you can do is strain your lips around it and let him as you hold his gaze. The longer you stare into his dark eyes, the calmer you become, the heavier your body feels, the less thoughts course through your mind. You even start sucking on his thumb, hollowing your cheeks, flicking your tongue around it. As if it would be the most normal thing to do in this situation.

He smiles at you, his other hand moving along the edge of the cage before the door jumps open with a rusty squeak. His thumb is gone, and you feel confused, blinking, and he uses that confusion to pull you out of the cage. His hand is heavy on your shoulder, keeping you from getting to your feet, so you end up on your hands and knees beside him, craning your neck to look at him. It's then that you finally see the rest of the dimly-lit room.

The shadows you saw earlier belong to various figures, other men sitting on couches and armchairs and stools, and draped around them, sitting on their laps, bent over before them, suspended in the air, are other girls, naked like you, and they're wearing collars and masks, animal masks, you see cats and dogs, bunnies and foxes, even pigs and cows, and the noises that come from them make you feel quite uneasy.

It's a wild mixture of moans and whimpers, some barking and mewling, oinks and moos, a strange cacophony of sounds as they are forced to entertain the other men.

You see two men spitroasting a cat girl, her ear headband flopping back and forth wildly as she takes one cock deep into her throat as another pounds into her sloppy pussy, and the man behind her is gripping the tail stuck in her butt, while spanking her ass cheek with the other hand.

Right next to them is a girl in a cow mask, suspended in the air by ropes draped under her arms and around her elbows and knees, legs spread far apart, her large breasts bouncing up and down as she swings back and forth, getting impaled by the hard member of another man. Every time he plunges deep, she groans in a way that sounds strikingly like a moo.

In the corner of the room you see a girl squirming on a table, wrists and ankles bound to its legs, while at least four men stand around her, bent over her, faces pressed to her neck, her breasts, between her legs. There are moans and slurping sounds, and a strange metallic smell wafts towards you.

You feel sick just watching these scenes, a sniffle escaping you as you stare at the ground. Beside you the man is attaching something to the back of the collar around your neck, and before you know it, you are being dragged forward, choking slightly until you start to crawl on your hands and knees behind him. “Come on, bunny, let's join the festivities...” the man tells you, and you whimper in response, the leash pulling you straight into the dense cloud of sex noises and sex smells.

Keeping your head low, you move past various couples, and you can't tell if their whines come from pain or pleasure, and you don't want to find out either. It's you you have to worry about now, because you don't want to end up like them. But it seems you don't have much of a choice when the man suddenly grabs you under your arms and lifts you effortlessly, holding you up like one would hold a puppy or a newborn, and you stare at him, mesmerized by his dark eyes, immobile in his hold, feet dangling at least a foot above the ground.

In this slightly brighter light, you can see a red glint in his gaze, and the sight should have irritated you, along with his fangs, but you just look at him, calming down in his hold. “Oh, how beautiful,” another voice coos from the side. “What a nice catch. Well done.” A second man steps next to the one holding you up, equally handsome with a fair face and dark eyes. He looks younger though and sports a deep scar through his left eyebrow.

“She's so tiny,” a gruff voice sounds from behind you. “You sure she can handle this?” You feel hands on your waist, rubbing down your sides, long fingers closing around your shins as the man behind you pulls your legs apart for further inspection.

You feel frozen in place, trapped by a bunch of predators, a literal bunny forced into a corner. Your heart is thundering in your chest. A single tear rolls down your cheek.

“Aww, don't be scared, little bunny,” the younger man whispers, extending a hand to wipe at your cheek. You barely flinch away. “We won't harm you. We want to keep you. Unlike humans, we hunt for the future, for our entertainment, you know? We won't eat you... not like you think.” He unhooks the leash from your collar and teases your pert nipples with the cold metal, before he lets it fall to the floor and gently cups your small breasts, weighing them in his palms. “And we'll make sure you can take us...” Your eyes widen when he smiles, exposing even pointier fangs to you.

“Like I told you, you are our pet, not our food,” the man holding you says with a smirk, winking at you. “We'll keep you alive. Won't we, gentlemen?”

“Sure,” the man behind you grunts. You feel him crouching behind you, his hot breath fanning over the backs of your thighs, his hands rubbing up and down your trembling legs. “We'll try.”

The other two men give a deep laugh. “No, no, we will keep her alive,” the first man says sternly before he gently puts you down again, your bare feet hitting the cold stone below. You shiver deeply. He puts his hands on your shoulders and leans over you, tall and intimidating. “And you'll be a good bunny, won't you?” he coos. “You'll do as we say?”

His eyes hold you captive, and you find yourself nodding. “Y-yes,” you mumble as the man smiles at you, while his eyes bore into you intently. “M-master,” you add quietly, unsure where that came from.

The younger man laughs. “So obedient, I'm delighted!” he says and clasps his hands together. “Hey, you can call me Sir, while we're at it.”

“And who am I then, hm?” the man behind you grumbles. His hands move around your rear, long fingers digging into your soft flesh. You stiffen under the touch. “Master, Sir, what– oh I know,” he suddenly says, pulling you back and out of Master's grip.

He spins you around, and you find yourself staring at a broad chest, and when you look up further you see a massive man before you, wide shoulders, arms thicker than your thighs, a mountain of a man, full of muscles, but his face looks kind, older than the other two, full of lines and creases, and when he smiles at you it's more of a grimace, somehow sad, though his eyes crinkle handsomely.

“You can address me as Lord, bunny, how's that?” he says, his voice so much deeper than even Master's voice. His eyes are equally mesmerizing, and you can't help but nod again. He's seemingly happy about your reaction, and suddenly, you find yourself floating as he scoops you up and into his strong arms, pressed to his hard chest. You stare up at him, feeling a strange heat creeping into your cheeks.

Sir and Master approach you as well, their hands moving over your arms and legs, gentle, soothing caresses that make you forget everything around you, and it's for the better, you think. You still catch the occasional glimpse of a man doing unspeakable things to a young woman, but when you focus on the three men watching you, it doesn't really matter anymore.

“So, where do we take her?” Sir asks quietly, his long fingers scratching down your forearm, following the veins under your skin. “It'd be a shame to share her in such a public setting...”

Master nods, his hand slipping between your legs, fingertips pressing into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “Shame we have to share you at all,” he tells you with a wink. “But I am a man of my word...”

You frown at him before Lord lets out a deep rumble that makes you look up at him instead. “You better be. You ruined both of our last pets, it's only fair we get a piece of your new one as well...”

The youngest of the men sighs deeply. “Ah, don't remind me. Poor little kitten... I miss her dearly.”

Another grunt escapes the large man holding you in his arms. “As if. You nearly broke her even before he got his claws on her...” he adds with a nod to Master who laughs darkly.

“Gentlemen, old news, old news. Let's not dwell on the past, let's enjoy this sweet little thing... with its thumping little heart... and the delicious blood pumping so rapidly through its soft little veins...”

You stare at the man as he curls his fingers around your thigh, his grip strong, and you feel your heartbeat throbbing in your leg where he holds you tightly. Meanwhile Sir has his hand pressed to the pulse point at your wrist, a low humming coming from deep inside his throat. It hurts how they hold you. A whimper escapes you.

Suddenly Lord's big hand swats away the other men's fingers, and you gasp as he shifts you on his arm. “We will share her,” he says in his deep voice, staring first at Master then at Sir. “Equally. Behave yourselves...”

Both men sigh and take a step back from you. Sir mimics a bow as he grins at the oldest man. “Of course, of course. Shall we go then? Before even more of us come and claim this beautiful little blood ba– I mean bunny?”

Master rolls his eyes and hits the other man's shoulder. “As I was the one who found her, we will go to my chambers. Come along then...”

You blink in utter confusion as the men start walking towards a door, leaving the noisy and smelly room and its strange inhabitants behind. Lord carries you through dark and narrow corridors, and you snuggle against his wide chest as the darkness moves in on you. Nothing but blackness, not a single light anywhere. You wonder how the men can even see where they're going.

The large man holds you protectively, and even though he seems to be the most genuine of the three, you feel his hand rub along your rear, fingers digging between your cheeks. You can't help but flinch when he pokes at your puckered hole. A low hum escapes him that silences you. Breathing a little harder, unable to control the rapid rhythm of your heart, you let him touch you as he takes you through the impenetrable darkness.

The sudden light hurts your eyes, and after the squeak of a door, you find yourself in a large bedroom. There's a big four-poster bed with a red velvety canopy and sturdy wooden frame, laden with pillows and blankets, a big fireplace next to it that's encircled by luscious looking couches and armchairs, walls lined with bookshelves. There are tapestries on the other walls, and not a single window. Despite that, it looks cozy.

The light comes from a giant chandelier hanging from the high ceiling, adorned with at least two dozen candles. It's a warm light, but you are still shivering as Lord sets you down on the floor that's covered in grand carpets and rugs. You hug your arms to your chest, for the first time really acknowledging the fact that you are completely naked – and surrounded by three men who look strangely hungry, with glinting eyes, who lick their lips and pointy teeth, their fingers itching to touch you again.

Fear creeps up your spine as you back away slightly, only to bump into Lord who stepped behind you. “Easy, pet, no need to be afraid now. There's no use trying to run away. And why would you, right?” he adds, gently cupping your face with his big hand. You stiffen as you look up at him. “We will be so gentle with you...”

You swallow hard, then yelp audibly when Sir rips Lord's hand away from your face and places his own around your neck. “Enough talk. I call dips on her throat!” he says darkly, staring at you with an intensity that makes your blood run cold.

“As usual,” Master sighs. “And you'll take her ass I assume?”

“I'm the ass guy,” Lord chimes happily, a low chuckle erupting from his throat. “Haven't found a girl yet who could take my entire cock into her little cunt... well, at least not if I wanted to keep her. The Devil bless their poor souls... But asses are so much more accommodating, wouldn't you say?”

You can only stare at him, frozen to the spot. He looks so gentle, but his words are vile, and the picture he paints in your head makes you sick to your stomach. He gives you a wink from behind Sir's shoulder.

“You could just go for the larger ones, you know?” the youngest man says, turning his head to the big man. “But no, your appetite for the petite is unrivaled around here. At least they still made for a good meal after you broke them...”

You shudder deeply, goosebumps rippling over your skin. “Stop your blabbering, gentlemen,” Master sighs and pushes Sir away. His hands find your shoulders as he leans down to you with a soft smile. “Don't listen to them. We won't harm you, we told you, and we... can be trusted, little bunny, I swear on my own grave!”

A series of rough laughter echoes through the vast room. You blink at him, mouth falling open, mind racing. You're too numb to panic anymore, but you are still too far from being calm. Not even those dark eyes can help you now. And surprisingly enough, it's not their lewd sex talk and the prospect of being violated that twists your insides, not entirely at least, it's a different realization that may come a little too late.

“Y-you... you're...” you start, your voice feeble and thin, your whole body tensing up as you try to make sense of it all. “You're... vampires...” Images of men bending over girls flood your mind, those slurping sounds, the stench of blood, little hints here and there...

“Not the sharpest tool in the shed, is she?” Sir chimes in with a smirk, watching you closely as he drags his tongue over his pointy canines.

“She's just a bit slow. Must be the shock,” Lord adds, crossing his big arms over his chest. “Don't worry your pretty head, bunny. No more thinking, okay?”

“B-but...”

Master shakes his head, cutting you off with a smile. “Shh, I told you that doesn't have to concern you. None of it matters anymore, bunny dearest. You are ours now, and who we are is not important. Be a good pet now, won't you?”

His words sink into your muddled brain, and you don't even protest as he pushes you gently to the ground until you kneel before them, hands folded on your lap, neck strained to look up at the three men. They are all intimidatingly tall, Lord is twice as wide as Sir, probably twice as old as well, though the latter is still muscular despite his lean body and probably strong enough to do unspeakable things to you. Master is right in the middle of the other two, with big arms but narrow hips, and his strength you've already experienced.

“Pray tell, pet, have you ever had a cock in your mouth?” the youngest addresses you, and you blush deeply, averting your eyes.

“No,” you whisper breathlessly.

“Oh?” comes the surprised reply. “Okay, well, how about a cock in your cunt, hm?”

You clear your throat. “Mhm,” you make, still too embarrassed to look at them.

“Mhm what? Yes or no?”

“Yes,” you gasp out quickly.

“Aww, not a virgin anymore? Too bad...” Sir sighs, nudging Master into the side. “You're losing your touch, eh?”

“You try finding a virgin in these modern times,” the other man replies with a grunt. “If they don't fuck as soon as they hit puberty, then they shove whatever item they can find into their young pussies, deflowering themselves. But it's not about the body, it's about the mind, isn't that so, bunny?”

You stare at him, frowning deeply.

“I bet you never had a real man. Maybe some stud at a party or a clumsy boyfriend trying to find the right hole?” He laughs darkly. “I don't think you experimented with yourself much, hm?”

The sudden clink of a belt being unbuckled catches your attention, and you look towards Lord instead of answering Master's question. The oldest man is in the middle of pulling his cock out of his pants, and your eyes widen at the sight. Their earlier talks make much more sense now. His dick is huge! Not even fully hard, it was as long as your forearm and probably a lot thicker too.

“Enough with the chitchat,” he groans, his big hand closing around his length before he gives himself some hard strokes. “Let's get to the point. Your job is to service us, pet, you get it? You do as we tell you. You either suck our cocks or let us fuck you with them. As easy as that. No complaining, no screaming for help or whatever, you just obey, understood?”

You swallow hard, feeling tears burning under your lashes. “Y-yes, Lord,” you manage to croak out as your throat tightens.

Sir takes a step towards you, his hands also in the process of opening his pants. “Don't get intimidated, bunny, you'll be surprised what your body is capable of,” he tells you with a strangely soft voice as he grabs your chin and guides your head to his crotch. “Now get to work.”

You stare up at him, vehemently trying to ignore the appendage springing free as he pushes his pants and underwear down. It's not as big as Lord's, but still very daunting.

“Open your mouth, pet,” he tells you sternly, and you find yourself obeying, lips parting, tongue lolling out, as he pulls you closer by your chin, the tip of his cock pushing between your lips. A whimper escapes you as he rolls his hips forward a little. All you can feel and taste and smell is him, and even though it's a sweet mixture of musk and spices, you are overwhelmed quickly as even the crown of his length fills out your small mouth.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Master walking around you, then you feel his hands on your shoulders as he starts moving you back and forth slowly. Sir lets go of your chin and straightens up, his hands on his hips as he watches you darkly while you fight to somehow get used to the spongy texture on your tongue. “I can't wait to shove my whole length down your throat, bunny,” he whispers hoarsely. “It'll be glorious.”

“Easy, don't scare her off,” Master says behind you, still guiding your head. “You can do this, pet, you were made for this, weren't you?”

His words are weirdly sweet, and somehow they do encourage you. As soon as you manage to shut off your mind, the task at hand (or in your mouth) gets a little easier, as you focus on how your lips strain around the tight skin, how your tongue presses against those throbbing veins, and how you feel his tip rubbing along your gums. You're surprised how easy it is to keep your jaw open like that and your teeth out of the way. It feels like an instinct. Maybe you were indeed made for this.

“Hollow your cheeks and suck,” you hear Master's low voice close to your ear, and it startles you enough to push your head forward, causing Sir's cock to slip right against the back of your throat. A sudden jerk crashes through your body as you gag reflexively. Spit fills your mouth, and you cough against the obstacle in it, and despite the need to cough properly, you feel the urge to not let your saliva drip past your lips, so you follow the advice and hollow your cheeks, sucking hard, your tongue pressing against the underside of the hardening member when you try to swallow.

A groan comes from the man attached to it. “Oh, that's good, pet, just like that,” he gasps. Your eyes fly up to him, and even though your vision is blurry, you watch him curiously. He reacts to every flick of your tongue, every suck, every scrape of your lips along his shaft.

“You're a natural, eh?” Master whispers into your ear, causing you to shiver. He's holding your shoulders, keeping you upright, making it impossible to move back even if you wanted to.

So you keep bobbing your head, sucking and licking, completely focused on the cock in your mouth, while the three men look at you with growing hunger. Master's encouragements ease you, Sir's reactions make you proud, and whatever Lord is doing next to them with his cock in his hand fills your head with strange images that fuel the warmth settling low in your stomach.

A grunt echoes through the room, and suddenly and with a wet pop, the cock is pulled out from between your swollen lips. Master has grabbed you under your arms and dragged you back and upwards against his chest, and you blink in confusion at Sir's look of betrayal and anger. His cock bobs angrily against his lower stomach before he hisses at the man behind you.

“My turn, relax,” Master tells the other man. “We wanted to share, remember? You can have her throat soon enough!”

Sir narrows his eyes, but then grunts and walks away, hand feverishly stroking his hard erection. Lord watches the scene with impassive eyes, lazily rubbing his own length that seems to have grown at least a few inches since you last looked at it. You swallow dryly, only now noticing the mixture of spit and precum dripping down your chin.

Master leads you towards something you think is a chaiselongue, some sort of half-couch or long armchair with only a headrest, and lies down on it, long legs stretched out before he pulls you onto his lap. You feel the bulge in his pants right against your warm sex as he makes you straddle him. Somehow you follow along without protesting, mesmerized by his dark eyes.

“Time to prepare our little bunny,” he whispers and smiles at you. You feel your cheeks warming up, squirming slightly on top of him. A sudden warmth grips you that moves through your whole body before it pulses eagerly right between your legs. You wait for his hand to touch you where you seemingly need him most, but instead both of his hands close around your neck.

You gasp, staring at him with wide eyes. His face looks different now, no longer soft and handsome, but dark and fierce. He licks his lips, then his teeth, and the pointy canines hold your attention for a moment. Your heart beats faster, and he seems to notice it. One hand pushes your collar up until it rests right against your jaw, cutting into your soft skin, making it hard to breathe. His other hand rubs along the slender column of your neck, thumbnail scraping along your fluttering pulse.

“The sounds you make, my little pet, so beautiful. Such a strong heartbeat... I bet you taste absolutely delicious,” he says quietly, his dark eyes glinting red. You swallow hard against his hand and the collar, frozen on his lap, held captive by his hungry gaze.

A feeble little “No... please...” escapes you, but he clicks his tongue and shakes his head, tightening his grip on your throat.

“Shh, none of that. Just relax. This won't hurt... much,” he says as he leans closer, sitting up more until you feel his hot breath on your skin. His fingers slip under the back of the collar and pull your head up and to the side a little to expose your neck for him, and you gasp, your lungs burning, your eyes watering.

He watches you, seems to notice every nervous flinch and wince, how your nostrils flare in growing panic, how your eyelids flutter, and when you move your hands to grab onto his shirt, he leans in, breaking eye contact, and that's enough to pull you back into reality. He is going to bite me! Drink from me! No! I don't want that! But there's nothing you can do.

You feel his tongue on your neck, licking along your pulse, and then... a sharp pain that makes you cry out loudly. His grip on the collar holds you in place but you still squirm on his lap, unconsciously grinding your pelvis against his groin, and a muffled groan comes deep from his throat as he sinks his pointy teeth into you. Something cold rushes through your veins, cold and painful, like little ice shards, a numbing sensation that leaves a horrible burning in its wake.

You whimper helplessly as he sucks on your neck, your blood boiling before it freezes, making you shiver deeply. The noises are obscene, slurping and gulping, lewd sighs and grunts, as the vampire feeds off you. Your head is spinning, you're dizzy, from letting blood, and from lack of oxygen, your body powerless against whatever is happening. Your eyelids become heavy but you're still fighting, not wanting to succumb to this. Or at least you try.

But then your hands lose their grip on his shirt as you slump into yourself a little, only held up by his fingers hooked under the collar, which only enhances the urge to breathe. Dry gasps, feeble little whines fall from your parted lips. Black spots dance before your eyes, and you feel yourself falling... the darkness is so welcoming...

A sudden drawn-out moan signals the end of your torture, though you barely register how you are being lifted up, the pressure around your neck gone, but it still hurts. There's a hand on your pulse, your heartbeat weak, still you feel the blood gushing against that palm. Your vision is blurry. Somehow you switch from the arms of one man to another's, and you can smell the difference, feel the strength in the big arms carrying you.

“Brave little bunny, let me have a taste before I prepare you further, hm?” The deep voice vibrates through your clouded mind, and you whine softly. A warm mouth replaces the hand on your neck, an even warmer tongue licking up your spilled blood. A rough groan pushes into your consciousness. “Ah, what a lovely taste...” The heat becomes stronger, burning against your hurting skin, and you whimper when it becomes unbearably hot. “Shh, just a little. Gotta close up our precious well again, don't want you bleeding out and wasting so much lovely life juice, hm, bunny? We're just getting started...”

Your eyelids flutter open as you come to again, still weakened and dizzy, but you can see the room again. You're lying on your back on the soft bed, and a large man with broad shoulders looms over you, propped up on his strong arms. You see him licking his mouth, something red stuck in the corner of his lips. He gives you a little smile, the creases around his eyes crinkling deeply.

“Hello there,” Lord says with a chuckle. “Ready for more?”

You want to protest, but he already rolls you around onto your stomach, and you grip the sheets as he pulls you back towards the edge, your legs falling off it. You feel him step between your thighs, big hands running along your sides, over your plump rear, before he dips his fingers in the cleft between your cheeks. You yelp in surprise, clutching the sheets tighter, when a thick finger probes at your sphincter. The motion wakes you fully from your daze, and you start squirming on the bed, trying to get away from the insistent finger.

“Bunny! Stop squirming!” Lord's deep voice echoes through the room, and you stiffen immediately, allowing yourself only a little whine when you press your face into the soft bedding. “This will hurt much more if you don't stay still.”

“You call that preparing? Not even a little lube?” you hear another man's voice from behind you, and you want to agree when the finger presses against the tight ring of muscles.

“You know I like them raw...” Lord grunts, working his finger as deep as it will go while you wail hopelessly into the sheets muffling your noises. “That burning friction... the tight muscles... ahh... nothing like it...”

“You're a sick man,” the other voice says with a laugh.

“Oh, but I am not a man,” he replies with a low growl, suddenly pulling his finger out – only to replace it with two. You shriek in surprise as he prods into your ass fast and hard. “I lack man's empathy...” he continues, pushing his two digits in and out in a sickening rhythm. “I am even more selfish than any man wishes to be...” His words mirror his actions, but you can't quite agree to the sentiment. Lord has been so nice to you, gentle and soft, but now he is anything but.

The force with which he pounds his fingers into you makes you bounce on the bed, each deep plunge coaxing a yelp out of your hurting throat. You gave up squirming, but you're still fighting with all you can, though it does only work against you in this situation as you tense up your muscles, trying to repel him.

“Ah, so tight, little bunny. So tiny and tight, I'd love to break you in,” he rumbles as you whine, white-knuckling the sheets helplessly. He continues to finger you for an excruciatingly long moment, before he suddenly pulls his hand away, leaving you gaping and empty. But he's not done yet. You feel him push in two fingers again, but this time he doesn't push deep, he stretches you, fingers hooked around the edge of your protesting hole as he pulls it apart mercilessly.

You wail louder, writhing again, but he continues, stretching you this way and that way, and the pressure feels horrible as white-hot pain crashes through your entire body. “A little more,” he whispers. “You might want to relax a bit, won't hurt as much.”

But you can't. It feels wrong, and you can't allow this. You've seen the size of his cock, and you don't want any of that inside your tight ass. He must be insane for thinking it will fit.

Suddenly the stretching stops, but one finger remains hooked around your rim before you feel a few more pressing into you. You cry out and shudder as the digits nudge against your tight muscles, harder, deeper, and when you think it can't get worse, they retreat, but then a strong hand slaps against your soft ass cheek, making you bounce and shriek. One more slap to the other cheek, and then the presence behind you is gone.

You stumble over your own breaths, spluttering in relief, your ass burning, inside and out. Tears gather in your eyes as you turn your head to the side, sniffling pathetically.

“Poor little bunny,” you hear Master's voice, and in the next moment he climbs onto the bed next to you, resting on his elbow as he watches you. “But you're doing so great, you know? Much better than any other pet we've had before you. You were indeed made for this, to take us all.”

You blink at him, unable to react any differently. He leans in to caress your wet cheek, then curls his hand around your neck and pulls you towards him until he cradles you to his chest, stroking your back soothingly. You nestle against him, closing your eyes, savoring the soft moment before whatever comes next.

“Get her some water,” Master calls over your head. There's a pause and his voice changes slightly when he continues. “I want her gushing later...” You shudder, not quite understanding what he means, but somehow it sounds menacing.

You are manhandled into a sitting position, propped onto your hurting backside, before a hand grabs your chin, forcing your mouth open, and you drink the water given to you with gusto. Parched as you are, you empty the whole glass, as large as it is. Master wipes at your chin and smiles at you.

“Good bunny,” he praises, and you stare at him, feeling your cheeks warming up.

“Can we get going now? I'm so close to bursting here,” Sir's voice rings in your ears, and you realize the other two men stand around the bed, completely naked, their erections bobbing threateningly against their lower stomachs. Lord really is a mountain of muscles, and his cock seems even larger surrounded by all the bulging tissue. Sir is lean but also has defined abs and a toned chest, thick veins running all across his arms and legs, his skin tight, his cock as long and girthy as you can remember.

You swallow dryly. Master shifts you on the bed, before he steps back and undresses quickly as well. You can't help it, you're watching him. He fits right between the other two men, muscular and tall, the same bulging veins on his limbs, a broad chiseled chest, and his cock... The sight gives you chills. How can these men think any of their hard erections will fit into any of your holes? This is insane.

Then again, you were captured by a bunch of vampires, which you thought didn't exist in the first place. Maybe there are some forces at work here that will make this tolerable. You can only hope.

While you still both admire and fear the sight in front of you, the men move. Too swiftly for your muddled brain, you realize you've ended up straddling Master again. He's lying beneath you on his back, hands firmly holding your waist. His legs hang halfway off the bed to allow Lord to step behind you, his large hands on your shoulders. Sir is kneeling near Master's shoulder, cock in hand, watching you rather impatiently.

As you still come to terms with the new position, Lord pushes you forward, then lifts your hips. Sir grabs your head and cradles it in his free hand, slowly inching his cock closer to your mouth. Your breaths quicken, heart thundering in your chest that's pressed to Master's. You don't seem to have any control over your body, but you feel everything.

Something hard nudges between your folds, and you realize none of the men have prepared your pussy which you feel instantly when you are pushed down on an unyielding cock, inch by inch, the sudden stretch as out of this world as the men around you.

You whimper, feeling tears burning under your lashes as he impales you slowly, or rather as Lord works your hips down on him until all of Master's cock is deep inside you, deeper than you expected, deeper than you ever wanted. Your walls are protesting, clenching hard around him, but it's too late to fight it now. Large hands remain on your lower back, holding you down, and all you can do is shudder deeply as the sensations crash over you.

There's a thumb on your face, wiping at the tears spilling down your cheeks, and you look up out of hooded eyes, seeing Sir giving you a smile, neither soft nor mocking, something in between, but it's enough to soothe you a little. That is until he forces your mouth open and presses his cock between your lips. A muffled groan escapes you.

“Hey, get your dick out of her mouth,” you hear Lord's booming voice from behind you. “I want to hear her screams when I breach her!”

You almost clamp down on the cock in your mouth in protest before a hiss comes out of Sir's throat. “Gee, thanks for the warning. Little thing almost got her teeth out,” he says, slowly pulling out of your mouth, but still holding your jaw as he stares down at you. “Bad bunny, no teeth, okay? Keep those chompers away or I'll have to give you a nice spanking, hm?”

You swallow hard, blinking up at him, a pleading look in your eyes. His smile turns into a crooked grimace as he pats your cheek, then leans back on his haunches, hand closing around his cock again. You breathe harder, your head resting on Master's shoulder while his cock rests hard and heavy inside you, and it wouldn't even feel that bad, but you know it's not enough for these men.

The anticipation for what's to come is killing you, every second Lord waits to finally do what he said makes your heart beat faster. “Listen to those sweet sounds,” Master's voice vibrates through you. “You properly scared our little bunny. We gotta look out that she doesn't get a heart attack, poor thing...”

“She's young, she'll manage,” the oldest man growls. “Hold her down now.”

Strong arms close around your body, pressing you to a toned chest, making it impossible to move. “It'll be okay, pet, relax. Don't fight it. You'll feel amazing, I promise...”

You doubt that very much. Taking a deep breath, you still try to unclench your muscles, but at the same time you brace for Lord's intrusion. Your head is spinning, more tears falling from your tightly squeezed shut eyes. And then it's there, it's not as hard as you'd feared, but it's wide and unrelenting as it presses against your puckered hole. All that preparation feels useless now as you've tensed up again, but that's not stopping the man behind you as he inches his thick cock into your tight hole.

Your muscles give way slowly, so slowly, all you can do is wail and whine, burying your face in Master's shoulder. It's due to his large cock in your pussy that it feels so much worse when the second cock forces its way into your small body. You already feel full, but the sensation only grows when Lord pushes further, deeper, and you want to thank him and curse him for taking his sweet time, until all you want is to die when he loses his patience and grabs your hips, rolls his own, and sinks his entire length deep into your ass.

You scream when he fills you out in ways nothing has ever filled you out before. You don't even think it's possible, but he's in there now, you can feel his heavy balls slapping against where Master is stretching your pussy lips. Your body's entire attention is focused on the large intruder, on how your muscles are molded to his shape, how deep he pushes into your guts or so it feels. You can't breathe, can't think, all you feel is the two men impaling you on their cocks.

The third seems desperate to join the fill-her-holes-party and you can't even protest when he pushes his dick back into your mouth, grabbing your head with both hands to pull it slightly closer to his groin. You gurgle around him, too weak to even gag when he pushes deeper, bullying the back of your throat with fast little snaps of his hips. You feel lightheaded, close to fainting, it's all too much.

And you almost slip into the sweet embrace of darkness, but then Lord starts moving behind you. The way his thick shaft with those bulging veins scrapes along your tense muscles as he pulls back makes you wail around the cock in your mouth. But it's when he pushes into you again that makes your whole body convulse. As you choke on Sir's eager erection, jaw slack, spit gathering on your tongue, dripping down your chin, Lord repeats that horrible motion of dragging his length out slowly before he slips back in with a harsh slam of his pelvis.

In and out, in and out, a sickening rhythm that doesn't fit in with the hectic stabs of Sir's cock into your throat, and even less so when Master starts moving beneath you as well. He doesn't even pull back, he just ruts up into you, bullying your cervix with fast nudges of his crown. To say you're overwhelmed would be an understatement. You are out of your mind with discomfort, pain, a strange burning sensation mixing with cold shudders, every slam, every stab, every thrust sending a new wave of goosebumps over your skin.

Your body works for you – or against you. You feel it jerking in Master's hold when Sir forces his cock deeper down your throat, triggering your gag reflex over and over again until your mouth is full of dick and spit and precum, leaving you no choice but to let it drip, to let him bulge your neck, your collar straining against it, making it even harder to breathe. Oxygen seems like an unachievable thing, as far away as any hint of pleasure. You can feel your cunt fluttering around the invading cock, but whatever ounce of bliss may come from that penetration is undone by the harsh stabbing sensation in your ass.

It's all too much, and not enough.

“Let's switch it up, gentlemen. Our bunny is fading,” you hear Master's muffled voice from somewhere far away it seems, and the motions keeping you on the edge cease slowly. Fading? You do feel like it, pushed to your limit, lungs burning, body shutting down slowly. You gag one last time when Sir pulls his cock out of your throat before you close your eyes, too weak to enjoy your freed airways. Too numb to notice much else.

You wake from your stupor when you are lowered down onto a massive cock, your tight muscles screaming in protest, as do you when you feel the deep stab of Lord's cock. He's sitting on the edge of the bed and you sit on his lap, your back pressed to his wide chest, legs hanging open over his thick thighs, and while you're being pushed onto his hard length as it forces its way deep into your aching ass, your eyes notice the bulge forming in your stomach. Panic settles in as you swat your shaking hands at the protrusion, but Lord only laughs.

“That's just me, pet, look how well you can take me,” he coos into your ear, lips brushing against the side of your neck.

“And you can take even more,” Master says as he approaches you, his cock standing tall before he guides it to your cunt.

“No...” you gasp breathlessly, trying to push him away, before Lord wraps his strong arms around you and holds you still. Your fingers twitch helplessly as you stare down at what's to come. You feel already full, that bulge a clear sign of how full you really are, but when the other cock nudges between your swollen pussy lips, easily slipping into the stretched hole, you inhale sharply as it finds its way into your body, finding space where there shouldn't be any.

And the bulge grows even bigger. You squirm in Lord's hold, feeling as if they might just rip you apart from the inside. “Shh,” he makes, kissing along your fluttering pulse. “You can do it, it's fine. Look what a nice snug fit this is...”

Master groans when he bottoms out, his hands finding your plump hips. Lord lies back then, pulling you with him, and the sensation inside you becomes even worse. The change of angle emphasizes the bulge in your belly, and all you can do is whine, helpless sniffles falling from your parted lips. You feel even fuller like this, which shouldn't be possible. But luckily Lord just lies immobile on his back, holding you in his arms, keeping you from squirming, though it's Master this time who leads the thrusting.

His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he starts rolling his hips into you, a slow pounding at first before he picks up speed, hammering his cock into your cramped depths, over and over again, each deep plunge coaxing a strangled squeal out of you.

“Hmm, are you a little piggy after all, pet?” Sir's mocking voice comes from above you, and you look up at him out of hooded eyes. He's upside down in your position, looming over you. “Listen to those squeals. Adorable... Let's shut those up, shall we?”

Before you can react to his words, he has already shoved his cock back into your mouth, going straight for your throat, ignoring the way you spasm against him, how you keep gagging, gurgling, fighting in Lord's grasp, until his balls lie flat against your nose, further keeping you from drawing any breath. Your neck bulges against your collar when he grunts deeply, and you feel him throbbing against your tongue.

He pulls back then, allowing you a sharp spluttering inhale, before he repeats the motion, going as deep as he can, keeping you on your toes. Meanwhile you feel one of Master's hands on your stomach, pressing down hard against the two dicks in your body as he keeps slamming into you relentlessly. Your muscles are tense, barely keeping up with his rhythm as they clench and unclench around him.

And suddenly you see sparks dancing behind your eyelids. His thumb brushes against your clit, the first time they've discovered that sensitive bundle of nerves, and it doesn't stop there. Lord moves beneath you, releases you from his grip only to snake his arms around yours to then close his large hands around your small breasts, kneading them almost tentatively until your nipples rub against his palms, hard and erect, sensitive as ever.

You squirm, muffled moans erupting past the cock in your throat, and you buck your hips, meeting Master's thrusts, then you arch your back, pressing your chest into Lord's touches. Pleasure blooms at the edge of the pain that holds your body captive. It's there, you can see it, feel it, a heavy warmth spreading through your insides like wildfire.

Your eyes roll back, and for the first time the noises all around you, the heavy breaths, the grunts and groans, the slapping of skin against skin, the wet slurping and gurgling and squelching, it morphs into a cacophony of desire, it drives you to move with instead of against the men holding you down and impaling you on their cocks. You find your rhythm, and they let you have it.

Sir snaps his pelvis into your face over and over again, Master's cock pistons into your clenching cunt, deep and hard and fast, his hand heavy on your stomach, thumb drawing tight circles around your nub, and Lord gropes your breasts while his dick just rests inside your ass, large and hefty, adding enough stimulation by stretching and filling you while your muscles work around him.

The tension in your lower stomach grows and grows, that coil ready to spring free, your limbs twitching, your hands gripping onto Lord's massive forearms, fingers clawing at hard muscles, and then it happens. There's a bright light all around you as the tension explodes, and you almost choke on Sir's cock when you start convulsing on top of Lord's wide body. He holds you by your breasts, his low groans only adding to the sensation crashing over you.

Master grunts too, doubling his efforts as your cunt clamps down on his cock, and he's the next to come as he pushes deep and stills, hands digging into your hips, body arching, riding out your orgasm and his with slow grinding motions, the warmth that surrounds you numbing in the most pleasurable way imaginable. His cock throbs deep inside you, twitching against his hand still resting on your stomach, and you feel him filling you up as his hot seed tries to find space in your already cramped depths.

He grabs your hand then and puts it onto your convulsing stomach, letting you feel how your belly bulges even more, and you find it somewhat comforting. He stays inside you, would probably let you enjoy the peak a little longer, but the other men have different ideas.

With your mind spinning, savoring the aftershocks of your orgasm with little uncontrollable twitches to your thighs, you lie heavy on Lord's body, neck bent and held in place by two strong hands as Sir continues to ram his cock deep into your throat. He's more hectic now, his breaths labored, before he suddenly growls loudly and pulls back, his spewing cock shooting thick ropes of cum all over your face and neck and chest, some landing on Lord's hands who hisses angrily in response.

Sir laughs cruelly, albeit slightly breathless, as he grips his length and forces it back into your open mouth, where it keeps throbbing and leaking more globs of hot spend onto your tongue until your cheeks are bulging. “Swallow,” he rumbles, and with his tip heavy between your lips, you press your tongue against it and try to swallow. It hurts, but you manage it, taking a deep inhale afterwards.

He pats your soiled cheek and pulls away, slapping his softening dick on your raw lips. “Good bunny,” he tells you, and you close your eyes, ignoring the humiliation and leaning into his praise.

Between your trembling legs, Master pulls out of you as well, and you feel something warm and sticky dripping down to your ass as your cunt clenches around nothing. You'd say you feel empty, but you still got that large dick in your ass. For a moment you and Lord just rest on the bed, his hands still heavy on your breasts, and even you can feel your rapid heartbeat pounding against his palm. You feel him inhaling deeply before he sits up slowly, one hand on your bulging stomach, the other closing around your throat.

“My turn, hm?” he hums deeply, making you shiver as he presses his mouth to your fluttering pulse. His pointy teeth tease against your skin, but he doesn't bite you. Instead he rubs his hand over your belly, shifting beneath you. You mewl softly, too tired to protest, and frankly, you don't want to. You feel strangely content like this, filled out, covered in cum with more cum leaking out of your pussy. Maybe he just wants you to cockwarm him now. You'll be okay with that. You can do that.

But the large vampire has something else in mind, and he reminds you of your role as their pet (slave) when he suddenly grabs your waist and lifts you off him, and you yelp in pain when his big cock slips from between your tight muscles, leaving you horribly empty. Though, luckily, somehow, he doesn't plan to keep you like that.

You are manhandled onto your hands and knees, limbs shaking from your previous exertions, and without waiting or easing you into it, he pushes his thick cock back into your gaping hole, sliding deep and deeper, and you groan loudly and arch your back when he fills you out completely.

Your knees give way, and you sink to the bed, and he follows quickly, sitting down on your thighs with his hands on your hips. You are even tighter like this, but he finds a place inside your small body, all of him. For a moment he just sits there, big and heavy, and you lie there, immobile, trying to catch your breath in your prone position. You shriek quietly when he leans over then and brushes his lips against your jaw.

“Mind if I take a little sip before we finish this?” he whispers, his deep voice just a low thrum in the air, making you and the bed shake. You can't even nod or shake your head, and he doesn't seem to wait for an answer anyway, when he slowly tilts his head, and you see, out of the corner of your eye, how he bares his teeth, pointy canines growing seemingly bigger, before they sink into your soft skin, a scream ripped from your throat. He hums against your neck, sucking and gulping down your blood, and while you feel cold and numb from the sensation, he starts moving his hips, slow at first, pulling back to slam down, little nudges against your tight muscles.

Your insides burn under the friction, while half of your body seems to lose all function as ice floods your veins. Your mind feels heavy, a strange kind of vertigo gripping you. A soft groan presses into your skin as Lord releases your neck, a warm sensation dripping down your throat before he laps it up with his hot tongue, his pelvis still slapping against your cushioned rear when his cock plunges deep into your tight depths.

Moans escape you as you start bouncing under his thrusts, that numbness from his bite settling in your limbs, making it somehow easier to breathe, like a fresh breeze through your body. Your hands grip at the sheets as he leans back and curls his large hands around your shoulders, before he really pounds down into you. Slap, slap, slap, as you whine and mewl and whimper, finally allowed to make noises without a cock in your throat. It's freeing, in a way, to let it all out, while your ass burns something awful.

His grunts fill your ears, the smack, smack, smack of his pelvis, the slurping noises of your muscles giving way to his large cock, your own squeaks whenever he bottoms out deep inside you, that bulge in your stomach pressing into the soft bed, it all filters through your hazy mind, adding to the heat gathering low in your body. One hand still on your shoulder, his other hand finds its way beneath you, rubbing at your denting belly before it slips lower, and you gasp and shudder when he rubs at your clit, his fingers pressing between your wet folds.

You almost choke on your own spit when he plunges two thick fingers into your clenching cunt, expertly pressing against your gummy walls, stroking his own cock through the thin membrane between your holes. It feels too good to comprehend, and you find yourself spiraling upwards, up and up, your head spinning, body tensing, before it catapults you right over the edge, and you come with a shrill shriek, gushing around his fingers, walls tensing around them, body spasming uncontrollably.

“She did it, boys,” Lord grunts hoarsely, keeping his fingers inside you, rubbing and massaging, forcing you towards yet another orgasm while holding the steady pace of his cock plunging in and out of your ass. Your eyes roll back, and you barely hear the other men replying to his comment as you cry out once more, more fluid spraying from your convulsing pussy.

“Aww, I wanted her to do that all over me,” one of them, probably Master, says.

“Plenty of time to make her do it again,” sighs the other, Sir, from a little further away. “She's yours now...”

“That she is...”

Their voices drone out as you keep climaxing from the strange stimulation, and you twitch even worse when Lord presses his thumb to your clit in addition to his fingers rubbing at your sensitive walls.

“Let us see?”

The words barely register, but then you are lifted up by your throat, pulled against a hard chest, your arms hanging down limply, head lolled back against Lord's shoulder, mouth agape, eyes hooded, and he shifts you onto his lap, still impaled by his big cock, his hand pressed between your twitching thighs. He rubs harder, circles your sensitive nub, pistons his lengthy girth deep into your ass, and you wail and squirm in his hold, but you can't stop yet another wave of pleasure as it crashes over you. Your pelvis pumps, and the plunging of his fingers sounds obscenely wet now.

“Ooh, what a squirter, I'm impressed,” Master's voice reaches your ear. “What a good little bunny. Gotta keep you plenty hydrated, hm?”

You groan in response, collapsing after the continuous strain on your small body. The hand between your legs pulls back, wiping something warm and wet on your inner thigh, before the same hand finds your face, thick fingers pressing between your lips, and you accept them more or less willingly, tasting your own tangy musk. Your head is spinning even more, and as you lick meditatively around the digits in your mouth, Lord wraps an arm around your middle and accelerates his thrusts.

Muffled moans escape you as he pumps and pounds, slams and stabs, in and out, and then, at last, he gives you one final thrust, as deep as possible with his heavy balls slapping against your wet folds, and there he stills before filling your abused depths with load after load of his scorching seed. His hand presses on your stomach as he holds you, his hot breaths in your ear, his large body shuddering against yours.

His warmth is so filling, and you feel it bulging your belly even more. You are limp in his hold, drool dripping past his fingers in your mouth, your eyes closed, body finally coming down from whatever just happened. He rubs his fingertips over your tongue before he pulls his hand back, wipes it over your collar, moves it down, gropes one breast, then rests it on top of the other as he holds you against him, relaxing behind you.

Slowly you lift a hand and place it on his, and he quickly switches them to make you feel the throbbing bulge in your belly. You gasp softly at the sensation. “Too bad I can't fuck a real child into you, little bunny,” he huffs against your ear. You shudder at the vibrations of his voice, blinking at his words. “Maybe we should make the slaves fuck our pets, eh, boys? Make them fill them up in our stead until it sticks?”

“And what do we do with the newborns?” another voice rings through the room. “Eat them?”

Someone laughs darkly. “I'm certainly too young to be a father.”

“Will you ever be old enough?”

“Probably not. Where's the fun in that, huh?”

“Don't mind them, bunny,” Lord whispers softly, brushing his lips against your jaw. “I'd be a great Daddy. But unfortunately, you are not mine... and it's not my decision what happens to you.”

You turn your head to him, blinking your eyes into focus. He looks genuinely sad for a moment, before he notices your gaze and smiles at you, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. You squirm a little, feeling your lips twitch.

“Aren't you the cutest...” he coos, kissing the corner of your mouth.

The gentle moment ends abruptly when he exhales loudly and pushes you back into the bed, stomach first, then dislodges from you with a fast pull of his hips, and you cry out at the sudden loss, your hole gaping, his seed leaking from you in thick globs. He slaps your soft ass cheeks, each one at least twice, and you feel your muscles clenching every time. His finger is back at your hole, pushing his spend back in.

“Clench for me, bunny,” he tells you, and you try, pulling his warm cum back in. He spanks you a few more times until your skin is tight and burning and he's content that your hole is puckered shut again. After that he rubs the irritated skin gently. “Good pet. Well done.”

With that Lord leaves you lying on the bed, spent and exhausted, muscles sore and burning. Voices sound from far away, but you're too tired to make out what they're saying. Doesn't matter anyway. Any rational thought has left your clouded head, you are just a body now, molded to the desires of these strange men. A blood bag for them to drink from, a hole to fill with their creamy seed. A pet to play with.

“Come on, little bunny,” rings a closer voice after a while, and you feel yourself being lifted off the bed and onto the ground. You are manhandled into a crouching position, sitting on your haunches, your hands flat on the soft rug beneath you. “How do you feel, hm? Properly used and stuffed?” You blink at Master from under your lashes. “Can you still hop for me?”

His question confuses you, but then you find yourself jerking forward, in a strange little jump, and his laughter echoes through the room. He pats the back of your head.

“Good bunny, come on then, let's get you cleaned up.”

He walks beside you as you follow him in a weird little crawl-hop, your brain wired to please him, your blood pumping in your veins in response to his presence, and if it makes him happy to see you behave like the bunny he always calls you, then you'll be that bunny for him.

This is your life now.

Thank you for reading!

By the way, the Sir depicted in this story has absolutely nothing to do with Sir from my original story INFATUATED. I just suck at finding fitting titles. (Could have named Lord Daddy from the get-go, but oh well.)

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[buckylovinglokivariant]

Casual >> Johnny Storm

pairing: johnny storm x popstar!reader (no use of y/n)

word count: 3.7k+

summary: Johnny always meant to keep it casual with you but unfortunately for him, he wasn't so good at sticking to his word this time.

warnings: angst, johnny being his asshole self, hopeful ending

a/n: big thanks to my beta reader, mati! love you so much. her idea for a summary was "manwhore fucks around and finds out" which i thought deserved an honorable mention. this fic was inspired by my (believe it or not) first watch of fantastic four so enjoy and don't forget to reblog!

read part 2 here!

Johnny did not want to be here. Not here as in at a concert, Johnny loved concerts. Loud music, hot girls pressed right up against him as they either tried to flirt with him or get closer to the stage (both were fine by him), and lots of recognition from giggly blonde things that liked to cling to him in photo-ops. All that stuff was fine by him, truly. What he did mind was that it was your concert he was at. He hadn’t spoken to you in months, not that his sister or Reed or Ben knew that. To them, you just weren’t around the Baxter Building as much because you’d been on tour. But the truth Johnny had been avoiding since you blocked his number was going to be difficult to ignore when he was watching you sing your heart out for the next two hours.

Susan had been raving about this concert since before the tour had even been announced to the public. You’d told her about it yourself, offering up four tickets for the whole fantastic Reed-Storm-Grimm family to go. It was a few weeks before you and Johnny fought so you were still around their home all the time, hanging out with Johnny or even just with his sister or on occasion, even Reed or Ben. Johnny watched from across the room as you confessed to his sister how much you would miss spending time with them while you were on tour, so they just had to come and see you perform when you were back in New York. The tickets were special, you’d said–they would give them wristbands and let them backstage to see you after the show. Susan had been thrilled. Johnny, not so much.

You’d been going out for months out of the public eye, at Johnny’s behest. “It’s just casual anyway so what does it matter?” he always insisted. He knew it bothered you whenever he said it but stupidly, selfishly he kept saying it anyway. When it all blew up in his face, Johnny really hoped his sister would forget about the tickets altogether. Boy, was he wrong. And he’d insisted to his family for months that you were just friends so he couldn’t exactly use the excuse that you’d broken up, now could he?

It wasn’t until you were nearing the end of your set that your eyes found Johnny’s and you both froze. Thankfully you were between numbers so you were able to get your bearings quickly and continue thanking the crowd for their enthusiasm, but when you caught his eye a second time very much on purpose before holding your pointer finger up to the audience and then strutting upstage to talk to your band, Johnny’s stomach turned to lead. When you turned back around, you were looking at anyone but him.

“So the band and I were talking and we really want to thank you for being such a fantastic audience tonight. I mean, obviously I can stand up here and say ‘thank you’ a hundred times but I really don’t feel like that’s enough, you know? So to thank you, we wanted to give you guys a fun surprise. How does that sound?”

Everyone except Johnny squealed with excitement.

“I’ve been working on a new song the last few months while touring. And if it’s okay with you, I’d really like to sing it for you live for the very first time right now. Is that okay with you?”

If not for the sudden feeling of cotton in his ears, Johnny would have had to cover them with his hands with how loud the audience around him screamed. When you next locked eyes with him, you were smirking into the mic. Johnny gulped.

“This song is called ‘Casual.’”

Oh shit.

My friends call me a loser / 'Cause I'm still hanging around / I've heard so many rumors / That I'm just a girl that you bang on your couch

I thought you thought of me better / Someone you couldn't lose / You said, "We're not together" / So now when we kiss, I have anger issues

ELEVEN MONTHS AGO:

If you asked Johnny, he wouldn’t have been able to tell you what the gala was for. It was probably some fundraiser for charity or other that Reed organized so they could stay relevant, but Johnny had been to enough of them to know he wouldn’t be the one talking about anything of substance anyway, so he’d long since stopped paying attention. Normally these sorts of things were boring. The people with real money were the old, boring white collars with no personality aside from their wine and boat-in-a-bottle collections. Fortunately for Johnny though, this particular event seemed to be much more laid-back–younger crowds, louder music, shittier alcohol. And if there was a party, Johnny always had to be at the center of it. So there he was on a Friday night, getting drunk off his ass and grinding to the music with New York’s young elite.

He couldn’t tell you why you in particular stood out to him. There probably was a reason at some point but he was much too drunk at the time for it to stick in his mind for long. All he knows is that one moment he was standing at the bar and the next, he was downing the rest of Ben’s drink (ignoring the consequent protests), handing him back the glass, and making his way over to you. You were standing on the outskirts of the room, surrounded by similarly young and attractive girls who were chatting your ear off (or maybe it was the other way around). He wordlessly sidled up next to you, slipping an arm easily around your waist. You turned your head just enough to side-eye him, but you reluctantly allowed the gesture.

“Do I know you?” You asked stand-offishly.

“Nope,” he popped the ‘p’ obnoxiously, “but you will. Can I talk to you for a minute?”

You looked over to your friends for approval and while they looked as suspicious as you, they generally shrugged in acquiescence.

“I don’t see why not.”

You looked him up and down appraisingly, handing off your drink to the girl next to you and allowing him to lead you across the room to a hidden corner.

“So? What did you so urgently need to pull me aside for?” You crossed your arms, stepping just out of his reach.

“Why so suspicious?” He raised his hands in surrender. “I just wanted to ask where you got that dress from.”

You cocked an eyebrow and he watched you search his face for an ulterior motive. Apparently finding none, you replied: “It’s Armani.”

“Armani?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows with intrigue. “Damn. It’s beautiful.”

You waited impatiently for the punchline.

“Would look better on my floor though,” he winked.

“There it is,” you rolled your eyes, unimpressed, before turning back toward your friends.

“Hey, come on!” He stepped in front of you, stretching his hands out to stop you. “Don’t be like that. Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

“If you want to sleep with me, Johnny Storm, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

“Full name!” He smirked, pleased. “I wasn’t sure you knew who I was for a second there.”

“I could spot your hot head from a mile away, Storm. And if I couldn’t, the terrible pickup line would have given you away.”

“Ouch,” he jokingly clutched at his chest. “Go figure. What’s your name, sweetheart?”

You leaned to the side to peek at your friends over his shoulder before sighing and giving him your name.

“Oh, shit. Like the singer?”

You nodded your head slowly, mockingly.

“Well damn, I really did hit the jackpot, didn’t I?”

“You know who I am?” You questioned him, not expecting him to enjoy your style of music.

“Duh, my sister won’t stop playing your music,” he tried to deflect onto Susan.

“And you know that because…?” You pushed.

He froze before awkwardly moving to rub at the back of his neck. “Because I… maybe… have listened to a few songs myself.”

“So the Johnny Storm is a fan,” you nodded, pleased with the revelation. “I’ll be sure to tell my publicist.”

“How about a deal?”

He took a risk and stepped toward you. You let him, though you pinched your eyebrows with skepticism.

“Go on.”

“You can tell your publicist whatever you want as long as you let me take you out of this place.”

You watched his cocky resolve flicker behind his eyes as you walked toward him, not stopping until your chest was pressed fully against his. You craned your neck to press your mouth right up against his ear.

“Only if you let me take you out of that suit afterwards.”

You’d be lying if you tried to pretend that was the last and only time you saw him. As much as you tried to resist (which admittedly wasn’t much), you continued seeing him. It was purely physical at first, him calling you at ridiculous times at night to fulfill a need or vice versa. But eventually, you found yourself seeking him out for reasons other than the physical. You craved his company so you’d invite him over for dinner or a movie, just in the privacy of your own apartment. When you finally visited the Baxter Building, it was only on the condition that you would be in-and-out and no one would see you. He’d been successful in sneaking you up to his room without anyone seeing. It was the getting you out that failed.

“Johnny, dinner!” A woman’s voice called and Johnny jolted away from your lips.

“Shit,” he muttered. “I gotta go.”

You blinked a couple of times, struggling to pull yourself out of the floaty headspace you always fell into when kissing Johnny.

“What?”

“You gotta go,” he grabbed your hand, pulling you up off the bed. “Come on, I’ll sneak you back out.”

You snatched your purse up off the floor as Johnny tugged you toward the bedroom door, opening it to make sure the coast was clear before dragging you quietly toward the front elevator. He’d just pressed the call button when the same female voice from before called out.

“Johnny, what are you doing over there?” The voice got louder as footsteps approached and Johnny shoved your hand away, covering his face with a groan. “I just told you that dinner was–.”

A beautiful blonde woman who bore some resemblance to Johnny turned the corner and did a double take when she saw you.

“Oh my god, you’re–!”

“Yes, hi, guilty as charged,” you giggled nervously. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

You stepped forward, outstretching a hand for her to shake.

“So you’re the girl Johnny’s been sneaking out to see!” She shook your hand with enthusiasm. “It’s so lovely to meet you! Please, you have to stay for dinner. I’ll have Ben set out an extra place for you.”

“We’re not together,” Johnny butted in, shattering the moment.

“What?” The blonde woman turned to face him, confusion glimmering across her face as you burned red with shame.

“We’re not together,” he reiterated. “Whatever you’re thinking… we’re just friends.”

“Oh,” she gasped, turning back to you. “Well, um, you’re still welcome to stay.”

“I would love to stay,” you smiled at her, embarrassment still burning at the back of your throat.

And as she pulled you away, you couldn’t help but turn around and glare daggers at Johnny before rounding the corner.

You said, "Baby, no attachment" / But we're / Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out / Is it casual now? / Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach / Is it casual now?

I know what you tell your friends / It's casual, if it's casual now / Then, baby, get me off again / If it's casual, it's casual now

TEN-AND-A-HALF MONTHS AGO:

You were in his car, one of the many but you couldn’t say which one this one was. It was dark when he picked you up in it and now you were god-knows-where, the passenger seat fully reclined as you laid half on top of him on it. You were tracing random patterns on his bare chest when he spoke.

“I’m gonna be away for a while.”

You stopped tracing.

“What?”

“She’s got a house on Long Beach,” he elaborated vaguely.

“Your mom?” It was a shot in the dark. You’d never spoken about his home life, nor yours. You didn’t do much speaking when you were together so you only knew about the people you’d met when you had dinner at the Baxter Building. He paused at your question, though you didn’t know why.

“My sister," he clarified. "She’s going up for a few weeks and me and her fiancé are going with her.”

“That sounds fun,” you remarked offhandedly.

“Yeah,” he snorts and you eye him, confused at what was so funny. “They told me to invite you, actually.”

You couldn't help the smile that crept onto your face.

“Johnny, I would love to–.”

“I told them you were busy.”

And then the smile was gone.

“Oh.”

It was silent for a moment, neither of you moving, both of you hardly breathing.

“Do you want me to take you home?”

“Not yet.”

You leaned up and kissed him again, drowning out the emotional turmoil that was rapidly threatening to consume your thoughts.

Dumb love, I love being stupid / Dream of us in a year / Maybe we'd have an apartment / And you'd show me off to your friends at the pier

TEN MONTHS AGO:

You hadn’t seen or heard from Johnny in a couple of weeks. Sure, he said he would be gone for a few weeks but you knew he had your number, which meant was a choice not to call you, not an inability to. Maybe you were just being stupid. You’d only been going out for a month, after all. And even calling it “going out” was a stretch. You had to face the truth at some point–you were just one of his conquests. He probably wasn’t even in Long Beach. He probably just needed an excuse to stop seeing you.

But as much as you tried to convince yourself of your idiocy, you couldn’t help but imagine having a life with him. You could get an apartment together or even just move into the Baxter Building with him. Either way, you wouldn’t mind. Maybe you could even have both and switch between them whenever you felt like it. Maybe next time he’d bring you to the Long Beach house and show you off to his family and whatever friends he probably had there.

Stop it, you scolded yourself. You’re being delusional. You have to move on.

That was when he knocked on your apartment door.

I know, "Baby, no attachment" / But we're / Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out / Is it casual now? / Two weeks and your mom invites me to her house on Long Beach / Is it casual now? / I know what you tell your friends / It's casual, if it's casual now / Then baby, get me off again / If it's casual, oh, oh, oh

It's hard being casual / When my favorite bra lives in your dresser / And it's hard being casual / When I'm on the phone talking down your sister

SIX MONTHS AGO:

“Please tell me he’s not with you,” Susan begged you over the phone. “Or that he is! Honestly, at this point I don’t know which is worse.”

Johnny watched you with amusement from where he was sprawled out across your sheets, naked as the day he was born. He definitely either saw Susan’s name pop up on your screen or heard her voice from across the room. Either way, he knew exactly who had called you and why.

“Uh… I’m not sure how to answer that question.”

You put a finger to your lips, making sure Johnny stayed quiet, before putting her on speaker.

“Well, if Johnny just so happens to be there, would you please remind him that we have a very public, very live television appearance that he’s supposed to attend which starts in twenty minutes.”

You caught Johnny’s eye and inwardly swore when you saw the sudden panic enveloping his face. He leapt out of bed, reaching for his own phone, and started whispering a chant of curse words when he saw what time it was. You threw your phone on your bed, ignoring Susan’s questions about what the noise was, and began throwing Johnny’s clothes from the floor at him. As he dressed himself, you began searching through your wardrobe for an outfit of your own that wouldn’t make it obvious from the wrinkles what you had been up to just before rushing to the studio.

“Um, yeah, I don’t know where he is, Susan. So sorry. But if I happen to see him or um, am able to get him on the phone, I’ll make sure to let him know.”

“Oh, god, I’m going to kill him the next time I see him. I swear, I’m going to take his phone away for a month!”

“You can’t do that, I’m an adult!” Johnny retorted absentmindedly as he fastened his belt before freezing.

“Jonathan Lowell Spencer Storm!” Susan bellowed from the other end of the phone.

“Damn it, Johnny!” You cursed him out as you desperately searched your wardrobe for your favorite bra.

“It’s in my dresser,” he reminded you, picking the phone up from your bed and handing it to you. “I’ll go. You stay here.”

“Johnny–,” you began to protest.

“I’ll get there faster if I flame on by myself anyway. I’ll see you later.”

He kissed your cheek before running out the door.

“Five minutes or I’m kicking your ass, Johnny!” Susan called after him.

“Susan, I am so sorry," you apologized on his behalf. "We lost track of time–.”

She just sighed.

“It’s not your fault. My brother is… not the most responsible person in the world, to say the least.”

You snorted.

“To say the least, yeah.”

“Okay, he’s a total blockhead.”

“You can say that again,” you rolled your eyes affectionately.

“But I love him,” Susan added. “And so do you, if I’m reading it correctly.”

“What!” You screeched. “No, I don’t. That’s ridiculous. I would never… Johnny’s…”

“He feels the same way about you, if it helps.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you replied honestly. “And even if he did, he would never admit it so I’ll take what I can get.”

“Hey–.”

“It’s fine, Susan. Have a good interview. I look forward to seeing it.”

You hung up.

And I try to be the chill girl / That holds her tongue and gives you space / I try to be the chill girl / But honestly, I'm not

THREE MONTHS AGO:

“I can’t do this anymore, Johnny.”

Johnny couldn’t tell you what had started the argument. To be perfectly honest, he’d thought the night had been going really well. He’d taken you to a fancy restaurant to celebrate right before you left for your big tour. You were in a secluded booth in the corner where no one would recognize you or even see you and… oh.

“Do what?” He blinked, forcing the lighthearted smile to remain on his face.

“Do this,” You gestured to the restaurant around you. “Going out on dates and pretending like everything is fine.”

“I thought everything was fine,” Johnny protested.

“It’s not, Johnny!” You smacked your hands on the table causing the silverware to clank together. “It never has been!”

“Tell me how you really feel,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Johnny, you can’t just… introduce me to your family, and kiss me, and take me on dates for months and then pretend like there’s nothing there. Like there’s nothing between us. I can’t… I can’t go on tour for six months wondering how you feel about me–if you think about me, if you’re waiting for me, if you’ll even want me when I come back.”

“I told you at the beginning, baby. I’m a no-attachment kind of guy.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel very no-attachment, Johnny!” You snapped at him and his jaw snapped shut. “Look, I try to be the chill girl that holds her tongue and gives you space when you need it but honestly? I’m not. I’m not like that, Johnny. I love you, and if you don’t love me back then I think we’re done.”

“You think we’re done?”

“That’s all you have to say? After all that?”

Well, Johnny never claimed not to be an asshole. And he certainly never did things halfway.

“Well I don’t love you, so if that’s how you feel then maybe you should just go.”

You sat there, panting, choking back the tears you refused to let him see if he was going to treat you like that after everything you’d been through over the last eight months.

“Go to hell, Johnny Storm.”

You grabbed your coat and purse and ran out of the restaurant. That was the last time he saw you.

Knee deep in the passenger seat, and you're eating me out / Two weeks, and your mom invites me to her Long Beach house / I know what you tell your friends / Baby, get me off again

I fucked you in the bathroom when we went to dinner / Your parents at the table, you wonder why I'm bitter / Bragging to your friends, I get off when you hit it / I hate to tell the truth, but I'm sorry, dude, you didn't / I hate that I let this drag on so long, now I hate myself / Hate that I let this drag on so long, you can go to hell

PRESENT:

It was the last thing you’d said to him. “Go to hell.” He deserved it, in all honesty. It was true that he’d never been one for attachment. Meeting you, sleeping with you, continuing to see you even when he knew it was a bad idea, it was all the biggest mistake he’d ever made. But he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about you since you walked out on him, and seeing you up there onstage just cemented it–it was also the best mistake he’d ever made. And as he looked down at the wristband adorning his wrist, he made a vow to himself: He was going to fix things with you. No matter what it took.

[supercap2319]

Y/N smirked. Looking at Mister Fantastic, Human Torch, Wolverine, and their variants. "I can take you guys."

"In a fight, right?" Reed one asked.

Y/N said nothing, just smirking.

"In a fight right, kid?" The Cavillrine asked.

"Nope."

[wolverigrl]

Scorched Earth

Logan Howlett x mutant reader

!Disclaimer! Y/n is a mutant with the same skills as the human torch! Let me know if you'd like to read another part!

Warnings: mentioning of alcohol and death, angst

Enjoy!

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“Bobby, for real, you can’t possibly think that’s better than mine!” I laughed, leaning back on the chair in the kitchen, feet propped up on the table. Across from me, my brother grinned, folding his arms over his chest with that cocky smirk of his.

“You’re just jealous I got the better nickname.” Bobby replied, his voice light, teasing. “Iceman? It’s sleek, it’s cool - literally - and it fits me.”

I snorted, rolling my eyes. “Oh, please. ‘Iceman’ sounds like the title of some second-rate action movie. Meanwhile, I’m lighting up the sky over here.”

Bobby raised a brow, feigning offense. “That’s a lot of talk from someone who’s still stuck with ‘Firecracker.’ ”

I punched him lightly on the arm. “I’ll take ‘Firecracker’ any day over your ‘cool’ puns.”

Our banter was easy, the kind that came naturally after years of being siblings. Bobby had always been the steady one, the one who could calm everyone down with a joke, while I was the hothead - pun intended - never one to back down from a challenge. It’s what made us a good team, even if we drove each other crazy half the time.

The way he carried himself, his calm demeanor, and his unwavering sense of control over his powers - everything I wasn't.

I was the fire to his ice, the chaos to his calm. We clashed often, but it wasn’t because we didn’t care. It was because we cared too much. And despite all the bickering, all the teasing, there was a bond between us that no one could break. I’d die for him. He was my anchor when my temper flared, my tether to reality when my powers spiraled out of control.

Just as I was about to throw another sarcastic remark his way, Logan walked into the room, his usual gruff self. He barely acknowledged us, heading straight for the fridge. Typical.

“Hey, Logan!” I called, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. “Did you finally get that stick outta your ass, or is it still lodged in there pretty good?”

Logan froze mid reach for a beer, then slowly turned his head, giving me the look - the one that said 'I am not in the mood for your crap right now, bub.' But that just made it more fun.

“Don’t you have somethin’ better to do, hotshot?” he growled, slamming the fridge shut and twisting the cap off his beer with more force than necessary. “Or do you just live to run your mouth?”

I smirked, unfazed. “You know, it’s funny you say that, because I’ve noticed you love listening to me. Maybe it’s because no one else has the guts to call you out on your eternal grumpiness?”

Bobby snickered from beside me, enjoying the show. “She’s got a point, man. You’re not exactly known for your sunny disposition.”

Logan shot Bobby a glare before turning his attention back to me. “Maybe I’m grumpy ‘cause some people around here don’t know when to shut up.”

“Oh, come on, Logan. You’d miss me if I didn’t poke at you every now and then.” I said, leaning forward with a grin. “Admit it - you secretly love the banter.”

Logan let out a low, frustrated growl, shaking his head as he took a long swig from his beer. “The day I admit that, is the day hell freezes over. And even then, I’ll blame Bobby.”

Bobby grinned, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Hey, don’t drag me into your weird dynamic. I’m just the innocent bystander.”

I shot Bobby a mock glare. “Innocent? You? Yeah, sure. Tell that to the last five people you pranked.”

Logan huffed, clearly done with the conversation, but I wasn’t quite finished yet. “You know, Logan.” I continued, leaning back again and stretching my arms behind my head, “You really oughta work on that sunny disposition. You’re gonna give yourself wrinkles with all that frowning.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, jaw clenching. “Why don’t you mind your own damn business and keep that fire of yours under control?”

“Oh, I keep it very controlled, thank you very much.” I said, flashing a smile. “Besides, you seem to enjoy living dangerously. Why else would you keep hanging around us?”

Logan shook his head, muttering something under his breath before retreating to his usual corner of the room, beer in hand, grumbling the entire way. Bobby leaned in toward me, his voice low enough so only I could hear.

“I still think you’re his favorite.”

I laughed quietly, watching Logan brood from across the room. “Nah, he just hasn’t figured out how to handle all of this yet.” I gestured to myself with a playful smirk.

“Sure, that’s what it is.” Bobby chuckled, leaning back with a relaxed sigh.

Despite Logan’s gruff attitude and my constant teasing, there was a kind of unspoken respect between us. He was the first to step in when things got dangerous, always willing to put himself on the line for the team. And even though he’d never admit it, I knew he appreciated having someone who wasn’t afraid to challenge him, to call him out when he was being extra cranky. In a way, it kept things balanced.

Bobby and I exchanged another look, both of us knowing exactly how this dynamic worked. I teased Logan, Logan growled, and the world kept spinning. It was our version of normal - a delicate balance of sarcasm, snark, and the occasional grumpy Wolverine glare.

It was one of those rare moments when everything felt light, even if just for a little while. Days like these, with Bobby teasing me, and Logan grumbling from across the room, were the best. I’d give anything to hold onto them.

But life as an X-Men had a way of reminding you that those moments could be fleeting.

And I didn’t know then just how fleeting they would be.

Todays mission was supposed to be a standard takedown. Another mutant extremist group, radicalized and bent on 'mutant supremacy'. Charles had briefed us thoroughly, and we had faced worse before. Or at least we thought we had.

It went south almost immediately. We were outnumbered, and it was clear that our enemies had intel we weren’t prepared for. They knew where we would be, how we would strike, and worse - they knew how to separate us. That was when things really started to fall apart.

The battlefield was a mess of chaos and screaming. Blasts of energy, ice, and fire lit up the sky, while the air howled with the sound of Storm’s winds tearing through enemy lines. I was a blur of fire and fury, every step a combustion of flame as I ripped through the chaos, throwing up walls of fire to keep enemies at bay. But no matter how hard we fought, there were too many. We were getting spread thin. Too thin.

I caught sight of Bobby ahead of me, just in time to see him raise an enormous ice wall to shield a group of our teammates. His back was to me, and before I could shout a warning, a blast from one of the enemy’s weapons slammed into him, sending him sprawling across the ground.

“Bobby!” I screamed, my heart lurching.

He struggled to get up, one knee bent, but the blast had been too much. His walls of ice began to crack and crumble around him. Panic rose in my throat like bile. He was surrounded, the enemies closing in.

I pushed forward, flames erupting from my palms as I blasted through the mob, trying to reach him. “Hang on, I’m coming!” I shouted, but my voice barely cut through the cacophony of combat.

But I wasn’t fast enough.

Before I could get to him, a second blast hit him. The impact was devastating. I saw his body jerk violently before he collapsed, crumpling like a rag doll on the cold, scorched ground. Time seemed to slow, my breath caught in my throat, and everything else faded away.

“No!” My scream tore from my chest, broken and raw, but there was nothing I could do.

He was still, too still.

I scrambled toward him, my flames fizzling out as I dropped to my knees beside his body. I reached out, hands trembling as I gently touched his face. His skin was cold, colder than it should have been. His chest didn’t rise. His eyes were closed. My pulse pounded in my ears, but I couldn't hear anything except the roaring silence in my own head.

He was gone.

“Bobby, please…” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Please don’t leave me.”

I don’t know how long I sat there, holding him, begging for him to come back. I couldn’t save him. I. Couldn’t. Save. Him.

Then, something broke inside me.

The grief, the rage, the helplessness - everything surged at once, overwhelming every rational thought. The fire inside me, the power I always tried to control, flared up in an instant. It wasn’t just fire anymore - it was fury, pure and uncontrollable.

Flames erupted from my body, hotter and fiercer than they ever had before. I screamed, the sound ripping through the air as fire exploded in all directions, a supernova of heat and light. The ground beneath me cracked, molten lava seeping from the earth as the intensity of my power burned through everything in its path.

I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t want to.

The flames raged out, consuming everything they touched. The enemy soldiers who had killed Bobby screamed as they were incinerated, their bodies turning to ash in mere seconds. The ground smoked, trees around us igniting in a blaze, and the air became thick with heat.

Jean’s voice echoed in my mind, faint, as if she was shouting at me from the end of a long tunnel. “Y/n, stop! You have to stop!” Her voice was desperate, but I couldn’t listen. Couldn’t hear her over the roaring firestorm inside me.

Storm tried to summon her winds, pulling clouds thick with rain to douse the flames, but it wasn’t enough. Even the sky couldn’t hold back the inferno that had taken over me. I felt her power strain against mine, but my emotions fueled the fire, making it burn hotter, stronger. I was losing control completely, my body heating up like the core of a star.

“Y/n! You’re going to kill everyone!” Scott shouted through the comm, his voice barely audible over the roaring flames. I could see them, all of them, struggling to get away from the heat, the fire spreading in every direction.

Charles reached out, trying to touch my mind, but I was beyond reach. His calming presence couldn’t get through the thick walls of grief and rage that had consumed me.

I was going to burn everything. Everyone.

Then, through the haze of heat and fire, I saw him.

Logan.

He was moving toward me, slow and steady, ignoring the screams of the others as they begged him to stop.

“Logan, no! You’ll die!” Jean’s voice, frantic, but he didn’t listen.

“Logan, don’t!” Storm shouted, the wind whipping around her, but he kept walking, one foot in front of the other, his eyes locked on mine.

I couldn’t stop the fire. I was too far gone, too lost in my own power. The heat radiated off me in waves, scorching everything in its path, and yet he kept coming.

His skin started to blister almost immediately. The heat was unbearable, even from where I stood. I could see his face contorting in pain, could smell the sickening scent of burning flesh as he got closer. His clothes were already charred, the leather of his jacket melting and fusing to his skin. But he didn’t stop.

I wanted to scream at him to get back, to stop, but the words wouldn’t come. All I could do was watch in horror as he walked into the flames, his healing factor struggling to keep up as his body was scorched by the heat I was putting off.

And then he was there, standing right in front of me, his skin bright red, his hands trembling as the fire licked at his skin. His face was a mask of pain, sweat and blood mixing with the charred burns that covered his arms and neck. But his eyes, his eyes were steady.

“Y/n.” he said, his voice low and raspy, strained from the pain. “You need to stop.”

“I can’t!” I gasped, my breath catching as the flames flared up again, fueled by the storm of emotions inside me. “I can’t control it. I-I’m going to kill you, Logan!”

“I don’t care!" he growled, taking another step closer, his boots melting into the molten ground. His body trembled, his skin bubbling and cracking under the heat, but he didn’t back down. “I’m not leaving you.”

Tears streamed down my face, evaporating the moment they hit the air.

His eyes locked onto mine, unwavering, even as the flames licked at his skin. His face contorted in pain, but he didn’t stop.

“Bub.” he rasped, his voice hoarse from the heat. “You need to let go. I know it hurts, but you gotta stop.”

I couldn’t hear him over the roar of the fire. I was too far gone. The heat, the flames, my emotions - it was all consuming me. I was a supernova, and there was no pulling back.

Logan took another step. His healing factor was working overtime, but even he couldn’t withstand this for long. Yet, he didn’t hesitate.

“Y/n!” Logan yelled, louder this time, and I felt his words cut through the haze. “I know what it’s like! To lose someone - hell, to lose everyone! You feel like you’re gonna burn up inside. You feel like it’ll never stop, like you’ll never breathe again. But this ain’t the way!”

I felt the fire flare around me, almost as if it were trying to drown out his words. I wanted to listen, but the grief, the rage - it was still so raw. Bobby was gone. How could I stop the fire when everything inside me was screaming to let it burn?

But Logan didn’t back off. He stepped into the heart of the inferno, his arms opening, and wrapped me in a hug. The flames surged as they met his body, and I could feel his skin burning under my touch. I could smell it. His face twisted in agony, but he didn’t pull away.

“Let it out, hotshot. Let it all out,” Logan whispered, his voice softer now, almost tender. “But don’t burn yourself with it. You ain’t alone. I’m here.”

I could feel his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breaths ragged from the heat, but his arms around me were steady, grounding. In that moment, the fire faltered, flickering as my mind struggled to grasp what was happening.

Logan - the one person who could barely stand to be in the same room as me without a sarcastic remark - was holding me, burning alive in my fire, all because he wouldn’t leave me alone in my pain.

And then, I felt it.

The fire started to die down, the flames retreating into my skin as I began to sob against his chest. The heat that had consumed me so completely, so violently, began to ebb, leaving behind only the suffocating weight of grief. Logan’s chest was soaked with my tears as I clung to him, my body shaking with the force of my cries.

“I couldn’t save him, Logan." I choked out between sobs. “I couldn’t- ”

“I know." Logan murmured, his voice rough but soothing. “I know, bub. It’s not your fault.”

The last of the flames flickered out, and the air around us was suddenly cooler, still. Logan’s body, still blistered and burnt in places, didn’t move. He just held me tighter, letting me cry into his chest, never once letting go. I buried my face into the fabric of his ruined shirt, his heartbeat the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

After what felt like forever, I became aware of the world around me again. The sounds of the battlefield had quieted. Jean, Storm, and the others were slowly approaching, their faces a mix of worry and relief.

“We need to get back to the mansion,” Scott said, his voice soft but firm. “Y/n, Logan… let’s go.”

Logan didn’t move to let me go, and I didn’t want him to. The thought of being alone right now, without the steady warmth of his presence, was unbearable.

“Can you walk?” Hank asked me.

Logan shook his head, giving a low grunt of pain as he stood up, still cradling me in his arms. “I got her.”

I felt Logan’s arms adjust under me as he began to walk, carrying me like I weighed nothing. I should’ve been worried about him, should’ve told him to let me go, but I couldn’t bring myself to. I pressed my face into his chest, feeling the burn marks on his skin, the roughness of his wounds. He was hurting because of me, but he didn’t care.

The journey back to the mansion felt like a blur, the sounds of the battlefield fading into silence as Logan carried me, step after step, his breathing labored but determined. I clung to him, my body exhausted, but my mind still racing with grief and guilt.

When we finally reached the mansion, Logan carried me straight to my room. He pushed the door open with his shoulder and laid me gently on my bed. His face was tense with pain, but his movements were careful and protective.

I reached out, grabbing his wrist as he turned to leave. “Don’t go... please.” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I-I don’t wanna be alone.”

Logan’s eyes softened, just for a moment. He gave a small nod and sat down on the edge of the bed, his weight making the mattress dip slightly. He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to offer any more words of comfort, and for that, I was thankful. I didn’t need words. I just needed him to stay.

I curled into his side, my head resting against his chest once again. His heartbeat was slower now, more even, though his body was still warm from the burns. He didn’t flinch when I pressed closer, seeking the comfort of his presence. His arm wrapped around me, holding me close, and for the first time since Bobby died, I felt a small flicker of something like peace.

As I sobbed into Logan’s chest, my body exhausted from the emotional and physical strain, I felt his hand gently stroke my hair. He didn’t say anything, just let me cry. His presence as steady as the heartbeat beneath my cheek.

The tears slowly began to subside, my body relaxing into his as the exhaustion took over. I was grateful for the silence, grateful for the way Logan just was - strong, unyielding, and never pushing me for more than I could give.

Eventually, my eyes grew heavy, the grief and pain pulling me into a restless sleep. The last thing I remembered was the feel of Logan’s hand still in my hair, his quiet strength wrapping around me like a protective shield.

And for the first time in what felt like forever, I let myself drift into sleep, safe in his arms.

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[rosiestalez]

Relief

ChrisEvans!Johnny Storm x afab!POC!reader

WC- 2,555

Summary- Y/n expresses her frustrations with school and her living situation so Johnny gets an idea to make her feel better the only way he really knows how!

CW: 18+, oral fem receiving, Johnny being a child sometimes, college struggles, mentions of drugs and alcohol, Chris Evan gif, not my gif :)!

A/n: MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN! I have been obsessed with Chris Evan’s Johnny Storm since I was a wee little girl. He ate in this role 🤌, so I hope I ate w this lil fic. He’s actually the reason why I have a type, and a white man’s whore! Also sorry for all the stressed college girl tropes, I’m indeed a stressed college girl!

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“Y/N come HERE!” Jonny yells from the top of the water tower. “Come on, it’s gorgeous up here!”, he adds.

“Hell no! I am NOT going up there. You need to get down before you get in trouble”, I yell back.

“Trouble? Dude that’s literally my middle name”, he calls back. “Just come on, imagine having sex up here under these beautiful stars, and in the most secluded place you and I know!”

“Johnny I’m not having sex with you on a water tower!”

“Ugh!” I hear him grown. “Please!”

“No.”

“Pretty please!”

“No!”

“Come on! We don’t even have to have sex!”

“Go ahead and yell our business louder for the whole campus to hear, why don’t you!”

“I wouldn’t be yelling if you were up here sweetheart!”

“Fine.” I roll my eyes, and sigh.

“Yes!” He pumps the air with his fist as I climb my way up the water tower.

I make it up there out of breath, these are moments when I regret vaping in high-school. “Why did you climb?”

“That’s a stupid question.” I glare at him.

“You’re right, my bad princess.”

“It is beautiful up here, you really can see everything”, I smile and take a deep breath closing my eyes. This is the first time I’ve felt peace in so long since I started University. I’ve been everywhere all over the place, always busy, and I never had a chance to find my peace. I thought I would find peace when I met Johnny Storm, but man was I wrong. Being with him has moments where I’m taking care of a child with unmedicated ADHD, and a child that’s never been told no. When moments like this occur where he shows me his things; I feel peace, but with us being busy with our final years of college we haven’t had time to do stuff like this.

“It is isn’t it! I love it up here. I missed being here, and I finally get to share it with the woman I lo-“, he pauses. I eyes shoot open, my head darting to him. “Look”, he points straight forward, but there’s nothing there.

“Wh-“, he pulls me into a kiss.

“Mm, this”, he pulls away from the kiss. I’m blushing, and he’s grinning like the most stupid idiot I have ever met. “Now can we have sex on top of a water tower?”, I roll my eyes and slap his chest lightly, but he just looks at me with those puppy dog eyes.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Pretty please!”

“Johnny, I physically have not been in the mood to have sex in a month, what makes you think I’m going to want to do it even more on a water tower”, I feel the irritation filling my bones.

“Why?”, he asks, he sits down legs hanging over the edge.

He pulls me down to sit and I follow sighing, “I’m exhausted.” I say, I bow my head in defeat. “I’m so tired, all the time, and since this year started, I feel so tense all the time and I’m paranoid about everything!”, he looks at me eyes filled with concern. He wraps his arms around me pulling me in. “I miss feeling free like I did in high school, not worrying about finding a job or how many kids to a classroom, or how my roommates and I are gonna make rent when one of us got fired, one is student teaching, and the other blows all her money of weed and alcohol”, I add. He sits there, listening to me; I think this is all I needed, I just needed someone to listen to me. I sigh, “I’m just ready for college to be over.”

“I know baby girl, I’m sorry”, he hugs me deeply and rocking me. He pops up, “move in with me.”

“What?”

“Move in with me, you won’t have to pay rent, it’ll be me and you and sometimes a random stray dog that comes to the door for left overs.”

“Johnny, I can’t move in with you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yeah of course.”

“Okay so move in with me, you can decorate the apartment however you want, and it is closer to school than your place.”

“Fine”, I roll my eyes and lay my head on his shoulder, “can I spend the night there tonight?”, I ask.

“Of course.” He answers back through the a goofy smile.

He flies us back to his apartment, it was a little warm, but with the cool New York air it felt nice. When we arrived I was immediately taken aback by how clean it is compared to our last sleepover. “Wow, were you planning this?”

“Pfft, whaaaaat?”, he says sarcastically. He’s blushing, “I cleaned up a bit. It was starting to smell like football practice.”

“Oh I see”, I wink.

“Are you hungry? I have some left overs!”, he points to the kitchen while taking off his shoes and jacket.

“No thank you”, I follow his motions, but leaving my sweatshirt on because it is freezing in his apartment, “by the way we need to find a middle ground for a temperature in this apartment I cannot have my nipples freezing off anytime I enter.”

“Why? That’s my favorite part.”

“You’re disgusting”, I huff

“Okay get into the bed now.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“That’s definitely not how you woo a woman.”

“I’m not trying to woo you”, he grabs my hand pulling me into him, “I’m trying to relieve your stress, I can feel it in your ass.”

“Ugh”, I roll my eyes, “remove your hands from my butt please.”

“Fine”, he kisses my lips and pulls me toward his dark room. “Take off your clothes and lay down”, he points to the bed. “You can leave your sweatshirt on, but take your bra off please.”

At least he asks nicely, he leaves the room and I do what he asks, I lay down and try to get myself in the mood. He comes back with some clothes, “here you go!”

“Oh.”

“What? You said you didn’t want to have sex so I wanted to get you some pajamas!” he cheers.

“Baby, this is underwear and a sweatshirt”, I point.

“Yeah, but they’re mine.”

“You’re adorable”, I smile grabbing the folded clothes from his hand. “You’re also a huge tease, I was preparing myself”, I add.

He chuckles, “no baby, I just respect you, would you like a bath and some popcorn?”, I nod. “Great because I already have one running and I have the iPad and bath tray set up for you”, he smiles like a dork.

“You did plan this!”, I gasp.

“Yes my dear I did, this whole night was planned, I could tell you weren’t okay, I really wanted you to talk to me so I can better understand how to approach your situation”, he smiles.

“Damn it Storm, I think I love you”, I smile.

“You think, or you know?”, he asks me.

“I know Johnny, I know I love you!”

“Yep that’s what I thought, beyatch!” He taps my head and laughs like a child, I knew this sweet moment wouldn’t last too long, he quite literally is the definition of ‘playing to much’.

“Okay Johnny”, I chuckle rolling my eyes and make my way to the en suite bathroom. He wasn’t lying my favorite movie was waiting for me to press play , the bathroom was warm from the bath water steam, it smelled like vanilla and lavender, and the only lights shining were from the vanilla scented candles. My heart practically melts out my chest. I take a deep inhale and exhale slowly and stripping the rest of my clothes to dip into the warm bath. I slip my curls into a bun pulling some stragglers out to frame my face. I lean back and press play on the movie letting the warm water swaddle my chilled body.

A few minutes later a half naked Johnny walks in with popcorn and an extra towel. “I’m gonna shower!”, he states pointing to the separate shower in the corner.

“Mmm”, I hum with my eyes close.

“Do you drink wine? I don’t remember.”, he asks stilling down to his underwear.

“Yeah”, I say calmly, I hear him pouring a glass and a clink of it being set down on my tray next to the popcorn and iPad. I grab the glass and take a sip, gosh I love a good moscato. “Thank you baby!”, I sigh relaxing once again.

“My pleasure.” I hear the shower starting and Johnny steps in.

After about twenty minutes, he’s out and sitting next to me on the edge of the bath, a white towel wrapped around his waist. He’s stairing at me, I can feel it through my closed eyes. I can’t help, but smile at the way this man is enamored by me.

“Why are you stairing at me?”, I ask opening my eyes.

“You look beautiful”, he remarks.

“Well thank you”, I respond, “do you wanna join me?”

“Nah, it’s almost time to get out”, his gaze lowers down from my face to my exposed breasts that are poking out from the water. I roll my eyes, but my gaze stops at the thing growing in between his legs. He grabs my chin pulling my head to look at his face, he smirks, “you like what you see?”

“Uh-w-e-y- uh”, I stumble.

“That’s okay, I like what is see”, he speaks lowly his usual bright blues turning into a dark navy. “It’s time to get out, you look very well relaxed.”

“I-okay”, words are stumbling from my mouth. I slowly stand up from the bath, stepping over the edge and walking into the towel Johnny is holding open for me. He wraps it around me, kissing my neck sending shivers down my spine.

He kisses my lips and walks us back into the room not pulling away from the deep kiss. He picks me up, hands supporting me on my ass. He grips firmly and squeezing gently, I moan into the kiss. He dips down onto the bed my legs still wrapped around his waist.

The kiss gets deeper, he slips his tongue into my mouth and his hands begin to travel all over my body, feeling every inch. He unwraps the towel from my body exposing my naked body to the cold air. He removes his lips from mine and trails kisses down my neck, collar bone and to my erect nipples. He sucks on my right nipple, my back arches into his hard cock, he swirls it with his tongue, and bites it softly causing a moan to escape. He smirks looking up at me, “you like that?”, I nod. “That’s my good girl”, he moves to the other one doing the same thing before trailing kisses down my stomach onto my hip bones.

He spreads my thighs slightly so his had and shoulders can fit between them, he leaves kisses and bite marks all over the inside of my thighs. “S’pretty”, he whispers in between kisses. He pauses, “let me put some sweatpants on”, he stands up walking over the the stack of clothes on the dresser. He slides on a pair of charcoal sweats making his bulge pop more. He saunters back over reclaiming his spot in between my legs.

“This is all about you, take however long you need to. I just want you to relax”, he looks up at me. I nod, grabbing a pillow to support my neck.

He kisses my lips and parts them slightly with his index finger. He rubs tiny circles in my plump clit, I moan quietly, “you can be a little louder baby, all the neighbors are gone”, he adds, “I like hearing you baby girl you always sounds so pretty.” He dips his head down, his tongue replaces his fingers, he swirls it softly.

Gosh it feels so good, he starts doing a sucking motion with his lips taking my whole clit into his mouth, his tongue softly licking me. My hands travel to his blond hair, I grip it as hard as I can as a way of saying ‘keep going’.

His tongue flicks pooling waves of pleasure through my body, he doesn’t speed up he doesn’t slow down, he keeps going at the same smooth pace. He not only fucks me good, but he really does know how to use is mouth for good. “O-oh m-my-“, I moan loudly.

“That’s my good girl”, he lifts his head up, but I immediately push it back down. His fingers that were gripping my thigh are being dipped into my dripping hole. He pumps them gently, pressing them upwards pressing my sensitive spot, my back arches to him even more. He speeds up his fingers, but keeping his mouth at the same speed, just the way I like it.

As quickly as my thoughts were racing earlier, they finally slowed own allowing me to focus on the sensation of a man making me feel good, and worshiping my body. The feeling of true pleasure and peace fill my body. “Baby please don’t stop.”

He keeps going at the same mind altering pace. My eyes roll to the back of my head, my back arching more, and wild shit falling from my tongue; I’m so close, I feel a knot in my stomach. My walls clench around his fingers, my pussy starts throbbing. I let go, all the stress, a mind blowing orgasm, I let it all go all over his fingers and I moan his name, locking my legs around him as I ride out my well earned orgasm.

“That’s it baby, you did so good”, he moves away from my pussy. I let out a hazy smile finally feeling relaxed.

“Thank you Johnny, I needed that.”

“I know”, he gleams. He stands up grabbing my towel and wiping off my cum from his fingers and my pussy. He tosses the towel into the pile in the bathroom handing me the clothes he laid out for me earlier. He helps get me dressed and lays down on the bed.

“Don’t you wanna…?”, as ask before unmaking my side of the bed.

“No I’m not that self absorbed, I’ll just wake you up”, he responds, I just shake my head laying down and cuddling into his side. “We can go ahead and start moving in some of your things tomorrow morning when we get up and around, does that sound good?”, I nod, he smiles at me pulling me closer into him. “I am happy you’re here.”

[sixpossumsinaclownsuit]

Logan Howlett would advocate and understand the need for disability access and accommodations. Logan Howlett would know that he has a body that can endure anything, and that his ability is not the standard. I dunno. I feel like he'd be really understanding to other disabilities and if he learned someone had a disability he'd go out of his way to learn more about it and understand it. That's all.

[shybluebirdninja]

Naughty Secrets

Summary: Logan's quiet crush on you turns into an unexpected obsession when he finds your used underwear in your room.

Pairing           : Logan Howlett x Fem!Human-reader

Note               : masturbation, erotic obsession

Logan leaned against the kitchen counter, casually sipping his beer, while you gathered your things to head out for the evening. The soft sound of your laughter echoed around the apartment, filling him with warmth. You turned to him, tossing your bag over your shoulder.

“Hey, I’ll be back late, so don’t wait up, okay?” you said, flashing a bright smile. Logan felt his heart race, a flicker of something deep within him igniting.

“Sure, no problem. Just don’t get into too much trouble,” he teased, trying to keep it light, even though his mind was swirling with thoughts he couldn’t quite voice. You rolled your eyes playfully, waving goodbye as you headed out the door.

Once the door clicked shut behind you, a heavy silence filled the apartment, and Logan felt the familiar pang of longing wash over him. With you gone, a potent mix of curiosity and desire consumed him. He hesitated for a moment, feeling the magnetic pull of your room. After a moment, he made his way to your door, heart racing as he pushed it open.

The room was like a shrine to you—the faint scent of your favorite perfume still lingered in the air, mingling with something more intoxicating. As Logan's eyes roamed your space, he stumbled upon a pair of your used panties tossed aside carelessly on the bed. They beckoned to him, their fabric wrinkled and stained, a testament to your absence and a thrill he couldn’t resist.

“God, what am I doing?” he muttered to himself, his breath hitching as he picked them up, the softness sending shivers down his spine. Bringing them closer, he inhaled deeply, the scent igniting a primal hunger within him. This is so wrong, but I can’t stop.

Thoughts of you flooded his mind—how carefree you were, how you laughed, the way your hair danced around your shoulders. But now, you were just a fantasy he couldn’t shake. “You don’t know how much I want you,” he whispered, gripping the fabric tighter as he sank onto the edge of your bed.

As he held the delicate material to his face, he savored the intoxicating aroma. His fingers brushed over the fabric, imagining your skin beneath it, picturing the way you moved, the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn’t watching.

He growled lowly, “What would you do if you knew? Would you laugh? Would you push me away?” But he was lost in the thrill, losing himself in the fantasies swirling in his mind. “Maybe you’d want this too. Maybe you’d beg for it.”

Logan couldn't hold back any longer. He slid a hand down his body, stroking himself slowly, feeling the heat build as he lost himself in the moment. “Just one taste,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the fabric. He licked the material, tasting remnants of you, groaning at the deliciously filthy act.

With every kiss, every lick, he imagined you right there with him. “You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “I want to hear you moan my name, to feel you beneath me, begging for more.”

His breath quickened, and his grip tightened around himself, pleasure building as he continued to worship the very essence of you. “Just imagine the things I could do to you,” he fantasized, heart racing, pulse pounding. “I’d make you feel so good, you wouldn’t know what hit you.”

The thought of your body writhing under his touch, your soft moans filling the air, sent him spiraling deeper into lust. He envisioned pressing you against the wall, feeling your warmth against him as he whispered all the dirty things he wanted to do to you. “I’d show you exactly what you do to me, how much I crave you.”

Logan surrendered to the dark cravings that had been brewing for far too long, lost in a haze of desire and desperation. “I can’t stop thinking about you,” he whispered, gripping your panties tighter, breathing in your scent, feeling himself teeter on the edge of madness. “You’re my secret obsession, and I won’t let anyone take you away from me.”

The line between right and wrong blurred as he surrendered to the hunger inside him, knowing he’d do anything to have you, to make you his.

[animasola86]

🦇 FANGS TO REMEMBER

m!vampires x f!reader 🔥 very explicit 🔥 words: 3.6k

On your way back to the party, you come across a graveyard. Unbeknownst to you, you are trespassing onto someone's property, and they are not happy about it. Or are they?

WARNINGS: NSFW! Explicit sexual content! Vampires! Noncon/dubcon! Threesome! Spitroasting! Biting! (READ ON AO3!)

A/N: This is part 5 of my CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE smut series! 1 🔸 2 🔸 3 🔸 4 🔸 5 🔸 6 🔸 7 This is the continuation of OPTION 3/PART 4 - but can be read individually, let me just set the scene:

CONTEXT: You were invited to a Halloween party in a mysterious house, dressed as Little Red Riding Hood, and after drinking a strange drink, you decide to get some fresh air, running into a werewolf who instantly decides to knot and breed you, and after that ordeal is done, you flee from him, and come across a graveyard...

ADDITIONAL WARNING: This one is very dark. It's more noncon than dubcon, so if you don't like the themes, you can skip it (imagine something dark happening) and read the next part here.

You look around, but there's only one way forward: through the graveyard. It's too dark to see anything else, no maze, no garden, no house, you can't even see the cabin anymore you just left. The night is eerily quiet, no critters, nothing. Even the wind seems to take a break for now.

Inhaling deeply, you hug your arms around your body and take a step through the large wrought-iron gates, looking left and right at the rows of crooked tomb stones. A strange mist wafts close to the ground, giving off an otherworldly glow. The moon is long gone it seems, the sky too cloudy to show any stars, but still you can see the various shapes around you.

You're not easily spooked, usually, but being alone in a cemetery at night makes your imagination run wild, wilder than it has been all evening. The slightest movement makes you flinch as you tread carefully along the path, goosebumps rippling over your exposed skin whenever something brushes against your bare legs. The shirt is soft and warm, but in the end not long enough after all, no matter how hard you tug at its hem.

A sudden shuffling sound makes your blood run cold and you freeze on the spot, your heart beating out of your chest, cold fear gripping your limbs. It came from behind one of the larger tomb stones, decorated with a small angel statue. You stare into the darkness, pressing your lips together to keep the noises from spilling past them. Probably just an animal. Your mind is surely playing tricks on you.

But when the same sound comes from right behind you, you whirl around with a shriek, stumbling back as you see a large black shadow blocking your view. You expect to fall onto your butt, but something keeps you from it, another shadow – and this one has hands. Hands that grip your arms, holding you tightly. Another scream rips from your throat as you thrash about, trying to get away, before another hand finds its way to your mouth, muffling all the noises you want to let out.

Your eyes are wide when the shadows around you form into the shapes of two big men, pale in the eerie light, tall and muscular, dressed surprisingly well for creatures that lurk in the dark.

“What do we have here?” the one with his hand on your mouth says, tilting his head, giving you a smile that makes his handsome face look almost diabolical. “A little rabbit? In our cemetery?”

“Did you get lost, little one?” the other man, the one behind you, whispers as he leans his head closer, rubbing his smooth cheek against yours. It's cold to the touch.

You stiffen, unable to do or say anything. Maybe you're still dreaming, or again. But the way these men grab you feels too real. They are strong. Intimidatingly so. You swallow hard, gasping when the one behind you gives you a deep sniff.

“Ugh, she reeks of dog,” he says with a drawl. “Had some fun with the beast, didn't you?”

Suddenly you feel a hand between your legs, a cold touch, coaxing a muffled yelp out of you as you feel probing fingers right against your warm crotch. “Huh, yeah, he got to her alright. Filled to the brim...” He pulls his fingers away and raises them to your face, and you can see the thick substance coating them. “Too bad, really, I was looking forward to ravaging that sweet cunt...”

You glare at him, both in shock and indignation. He pulls his hand from your mouth and shoves his soiled fingers between your lips. A muffled grunt of protest slips from your throat, but your attempts to get away are futile as the other man still holds your arms tightly. A bitter and slightly salty taste fills your mouth, but with how the man presses his digits onto your tongue you can't do anything but flick it around them, licking them clean.

“At least she seems quite obedient,” he muses with a menacing tone, watching you closely, moving his fingers in and out of your mouth.

“We can still have some fun with her,” the man behind you says quietly, his nose nuzzling your neck. “He hasn't marked her yet. She's fair game.”

“Splendid,” the other replies with a laugh and pulls his fingers away with a wet popping sound. You quickly swallow the spit gathered on your tongue and lick your quivering lips. “So, little bunny, do you wanna try to run? I would die for a little hunt... if I wasn't already dead,” he adds with a reverberating laugh that makes you shiver deeply.

You just stare at him, your chest rising and falling faster. “I don't think she'll come far,” the man rubbing his hands over your arms retorts. “She seems weakened. The beast clearly got her good. Let's just enjoy her until her heart gives out, hm?”

You gasp at the implication, immediately silenced by a hand reaching out to grab your chin. “Fine. It is already enough to hear this beautiful beat,” the man in front of you whispers as he leans closer. “Are you scared, rabbit?”

Your eyes dart over his pale face, and when he bares his teeth and licks them slowly, you stare at his pointy canines. After having just met a real werewolf (or so you think, it's all so fuzzy in your head right now), you shouldn't be surprised to meet actual vampires, in a graveyard no less, pale and cold and strong, with sharp fangs and insatiable appetites, but your body still reacts as if you were indeed just a bunny cornered by two predators. A tiny whimper escapes your throat. “Please...”

“Hmm? Please what? Use your words, darling!” the man behind you snarls, rubbing his nose against your neck before you feel his lips on your pulse, nibbling teasingly.

“Please let me go...” you press out.

“Not going to happen, sweetheart,” he replies, his low voice muffled. “You came to us. Walked right onto our property. It's our right to do with you whatever we like...”

You squirm in his hold when he laps his tongue up your neck. The other man watches you, rubbing his thumb over your bottom lip before he suddenly leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours. You gasp, staring at him. “You won't regret it, little one,” he breathes against you. His skin feels cold, but the close proximity makes your cheeks burn up badly. “We'll give you a good time, don't worry your pretty little head!”

And suddenly you are being lifted, nausea rolling over you as you find yourself somehow floating in the air. It's all a blur at this point. Footsteps crunch over gravel and dead leaves, thump against stone plates, old hinges screech as a door is being opened. The fresh air becomes stale and dusty, the light even darker. You move down a set of stairs, but you can't move, your head is swimming, your insides tensing up in a way that borders on painful. You can barely breathe, and you have no idea why.

Candle light flickers to life when the men take you through a large wooden door. Your eyes blink into focus slowly. You seem to be in some sort of mausoleum, old looking, corners full of cobwebs, aged statues lining the walls. In the middle of the round room, there are two stone coffins, both of them open, their heavy stone slabs pushed to the side. You swallow hard, trying to see this as a scene, a decorated room fit for an elaborate Halloween party.

But somehow you doubt this is part of it.

“Excuse the mess,” one of the men says as he walks to the coffins. “We didn't expect company tonight...”

He raises a hand – and as you're being set down on your feet again, you witness how the heavy slab moves seemingly on its own or by a strange unseen force, leaving you even more confused. Both coffins are closed now, and before you can question anything else, you are being draped over the short side of one of them, stomach pressed to the cold stone, arms and legs hanging off the edges. A groan escapes you.

“Let's clean her up first, I can't stand the stink of wolf,” one man says as he steps behind you, pushing your legs further apart. You feel a strange coldness rushing through your body, like water, but not really wet, a sensation that leaves you choking on your own spit. “There, better. Don't you feel better too, darling? No longer stuffed full of disgusting beast semen? Well, I don't want to kink shame or anything, maybe you are into being bred, but we do like our holes squeaky clean – for us to soil all over again.”

You squirm on the stone slab, your hands trying to find purchase on the smooth surface, your legs kicking helplessly, but before you can do anything, the other man steps in front of you, grabbing your chin and lifting your head up. You find yourself face-to-face with his throbbing cock. They don't seem to waste any time, huh? He presses his thumb and finger into your cheeks, forcing your mouth open. You issue a groan of protest that is quickly muffled by his surprisingly warm member. You have no choice but to close your lips around it. (Even if you wanted to bite down on him, you couldn't, his hand is still holding your jaw open.)

“Good bunny, you know what to do, hm?” he tells you, slowly rolling his hips against you, his tip scraping along your gums, teasing at the back of your throat. Saliva pools on your tongue, and you feel the need to swallow it before it drips past your lips. When you do, he groans quietly. “Oh, yes, like that. Do that again.” Somehow his words seem to encourage you, and you swallow around him once more, straining your throat enough for tears to fill your eyes.

Behind you, you feel two cold hands rubbing up and down your thighs, gripping them, pulling them apart, before they slip up your rear and push the large shirt out of the way. “So I assume after your little werewolf ordeal, your poor little cunt is a little tired, wouldn't you agree?” he rasps teasingly. “Good thing you have another hole, huh, my sweet?”

You let out a series of muffled cries around the cock in your mouth when you feel probing fingers between your ass cheeks. “Mhmmnngh!” you croak out, thrashing on the stone slab, trying to get away. A sudden slap on your soft rear makes you howl, but ultimately stops your fidgeting. Your skin burns and throbs horribly. “Shh, relax, rabbit. You can take it. See?”

Before you can react, you feel a strange pressure against your sphincter, a teasing touch but unrelenting, and suddenly you have a finger in your ass. Your tight muscles clench around the thick digit, and you wriggle in your compromised position, almost gagging yourself on the dick between your lips when you push yourself against the man's groin and his cock deeper into your mouth. A jerk goes through your body, your hands fruitlessly trying to hold onto anything.

You don't feel in control of your limbs anymore, it's strange. You can feel everything, but you can't move, only rock back and forth on the coffin. The man behind you pushes his finger deeper, then pulls it out and replaces it with two. The stretch hurts, and you let out a muffled wail. Your noises seem to encourage him when he moves them in and out faster, deeper, a hard press against your protesting muscles.

Meanwhile the man holding your jaw increases the pace of his hips slamming against your face. His cock pushes deep, and you gag violently when he breaches your throat, your body convulsing, spit filling your mouth. He pulls back slightly, allows you to breathe and cough and swallow, but then repeats the motion, and you gag again, and the cycle continues. Your head is spinning by the fifth time he forced his length down your throat, and you feel too weak to protest anymore.

Not even when you notice that the man playing with your ass has added another finger and is plunging his hand hard against your rear, a dizzying rhythm, forceful, stretching you for whatever comes next. You can guess and it scares you. But there's nothing you can do as he suddenly pulls his fingers out with a wet pop and you feel his cockhead pressing against your slightly gaping hole. A deep grunt escapes him when he rocks his pelvis forward, sinking into your depths without mercy, carving his way through your impossible tightness.

Your muffled scream is overpowered by loud gurgling noises as the cock in your mouth pistons in and out fast, always pushing deep, bulging your neck, his crotch slapping into your face with each thrust. You are pushed and pulled, rocked back and forth, impaled front and back, cold hands holding your head up or digging into your hips as the two men use you for their pleasure, their grunts filling the space around you.

Despite their rough handling, you feel a strange heat growing inside you, and you realize that with every slam into your ass or snap into your throat, you are rubbed over the rough stone, and your clit quickly feels raw and swollen from the added stimulation. Moaning into the rapidly moving cock in your mouth, you focus on the good feelings, not the burning friction in your rear, not the rawness of your throat, the lack of air or the helplessness, just the bliss that tries to fight through the pain and discomfort.

But before you can even imagine any edge to fall over, they suddenly slow down, languid strokes that push deep until they stop altogether, one cock buried deep in your ass, the other pushed all the way down your throat as pubic hair tickles your nostrils. Your eyes roll back, your lungs burn, your body spasms fruitlessly. Groans echo in your ear.

“Let's turn her around,” one says.

“You wanna switch places too?” the other replies, almost a little breathlessly.

“Sure, I bet she doesn't mind a little ass to mouth action, huh, sugar?”

A loud slap against your bruised rear makes you gag violently, and as spit fills your mouth and tears stream down your face, you are being rotated on the cold stone slab, arms still hanging limply to the ground while your legs twitch as they're being pushed up and against your heaving chest, opening you up further. Cold air brushes over your exposed skin, and for a short moment they let go of you, cocks pull back, leaving trails of stickiness all over your face and crotch.

You are lightheaded, barely able to function, and that moment of reprieve is short-lived. You didn't even get the chance to swallow or breathe properly before a cock is being shoved back into your mouth. Hands curl around the back of your head, holding it up as the stiff and slimy length is pushed straight into your bruised throat. You can only croak out a muffled grunt before a heavy pair of balls slam against your nose.

“Tongue out,” the man above you orders, and you comply, hoping it'll be easier with your mouth wide open and your tongue extended to guide the throbbing cock in and out. “Good. Just like that. Look at that neck bulging. Ugh,” he continues, groaning as he rams deep into your throat and rests there, cutting off any air flow you may have had earlier. You squirm on the coffin, limbs twitching helplessly.

Before you drift off into unconsciousness, he pulls back and slaps your cheek. The pain drags you back immediately. “No fainting, rabbit, we need you awake for this.” You cough hoarsely, spit and precum flying through the air. You're too weak to open your eyes, and it doesn't matter anyway. His hand is on your neck now, squeezing slightly. “Ahh, yes, listen to that frantic heartbeat,” he rasps, slowly slipping his cock back between your lips. “Are you afraid to choke, hm? Or does that turn you on?”

You gag when he presses into your throat slowly, your whole body jerking against the man on the other side, who's holding your legs open and pressed to your chest. You are allowed to cough and swallow before it happens all over again, again and again, and while one man fucks your throat with reckless abandon, the other rubs his cold hand down your mound, teasing at your swollen clit, parting your puffy labia, but then he dips his finger into your ass, completely ignoring your hungrily clenching cunt.

There's no further preparation, and a moment later he shoves his cock into your tight hole, making you wail against the dick in your throat. He lets go of your legs, causing them to flop about wildly with each thrust as he starts pounding into you hard and fast, then you feel his long fingers on your burrowed shirt. You barely register how it's ripped open, but you do feel those cold palms pressing onto your soft mounds, pebbling your skin, your nipples hardening instantly. The touch is almost soothing among all the other things happening to you.

It's a whirlwind of sensations, the lack of air and strain to your throat and jaw on one side, the rough friction and burning heat and hard pummeling on the other. You are moved back and forth on the stone surface, a limp body to be used. You don't know how long this is going on, but these guys seem to have incredible stamina. They just won't stop.

Whenever you feel as if you're slipping into the welcoming darkness, you are slapped and brought back, your cheeks burning and throbbing, but it's only one of many aches by now. You can't decide which is worse, the suffocating stretch when a cock buries deep into your throat, or the rough pummeling of sore muscles when the other cock rams into your tight ass. It's all a blur in the end.

The men are groaning and grunting, snapping their hips against you, uncaring of your discomforts. They're chasing their own orgasms while you remain teetering far away from any sort of release. The room is filled with loud squelching noises, gurgles and slurps, slapping of skin against skin, a soundscape that seems to be your only form of stimulation. Not even the cold hands on your breasts push you further to the edge, they are just there, holding you, groping hard, anchoring you as you are pushed back and forth.

At least they have a rhythm now, in and out in an alternating way, almost like a seesaw, in goes the one in your throat, out moves the one in your ass, and then it's the other way around. And somehow you find comfort in it as you lie there, held in place, unable to move, your eyelids fluttering, tears and snot drying on your sweat-slick skin.

It's then that you feel cold fingers brushing down your quivering belly, down, down, until they rub against your clit, and you arch your back, inhale that cock in your throat, jerk your hips against the one pounding into your ass, and you come, clenching down hard, stiffening, eyes rolling back, bliss exploding through the veils of darkness.

You feel like floating, leaning into the wave of pleasure that washes over you as you let it all happen. And as you do, the men's motions grow jerkier, rougher, faster, and they come too, almost at the same time. Cum shoots down your throat, and you'd expect to feel the same sensation in your ass, but the man there pulls out and empties himself all over your mound and stomach, all the way to your neck. The pressure in your throat loosens then, and similar spurts of wet warmth hit your face.

Raspy breaths make it past your soiled, swollen lips as you lie there with your eyes closed. Strong hands move you until you're lying fully on your back, legs outstretched, arms put at the sides of your body, head supported by the hard stone slab beneath you. Cold fingers trail your skin.

“I wish we could keep her,” you hear a quiet voice that barely makes it past the cotton in your head.

“I'm not risking another war with those savages just because of one puny human...” says a different voice. “We'll find another one.”

“Let's feed and get her back onto the path.”

You blink your eyes open, noticing the two men, the two vampires, standing over you, staring down at you from both sides of the coffin. Their teeth are bared, fangs glistening in the swaying candle light, and before you can do anything, they lean down, one goes straight for your neck, his pointy canines sinking deeply into your skin, and you feel it, despite your fucked-out state, you feel the cold crashing through your veins.

The same sensation happens between your legs, on one of your inner thighs as the other bites down into your soft flesh. You whimper soundlessly, throat hoarse and sore, body too weak to move against the assault. They suck your blood noisily, like the thirsty monsters they are, and you just let it happen, again, what other choice do you have? Your head is spinning as you feel the cold spread through your trembling limbs.

And the world fades...

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End notes: The last part is here!

By the way, this is a nod towards my standalone Vampire oneshot Down the Rabbit Hole which also has dubcon elements and more than one vampire, but isn't as dark.

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[buckylovinglokivariant]

Casual (pt. 2) >> Johnny Storm

pairing: johnny storm x popstar!reader (no use of y/n)

word count: 3k

summary: Johnny always meant to keep it casual with you but unfortunately for him, he wasn't so good at sticking to his word this time.

warnings: reader gets dangled off the empire state building but i think that's it-

a/n: @fwskullz asked me to write a part two so here it is! sorry it took so long, i did in fact move to college-

read part 1 here!

“So I really messed up.”

Even though the concert had finished a few minutes ago, Johnny’s eyes were still glued to where you were just performing center-stage.

“No kiddin’, Bic-Head,” Ben chuckled. “I ain’t never seen any of your exes so ticked off ‘atcha. And you’ve had a lot–and I mean a lot–.”

“Thank you, Ben,” Johnny growled, whirling around to face the other man. “We get the point!”

“I don’t know how you’re going to get out of this one, Johnny,” Suzie winced. “She looked really upset with you.”

“I didn’t even know the two of you broke up,” Reed blinked, always the one out of the loop.

“Technically we were never really together,” Johnny halfheartedly defended himself.

“Johnny,” Sue cocked a skeptical eyebrow at him. “She wrote a song about you called ‘Casual’. I think it’s safe to say that’s precisely what she’s mad about.”

Johnny groaned, covering his face with his hands.

“I’d better go talk to her, huh?”

Ben clapped him on the shoulder with mock sympathy, briefly knocking him off-balance.

“Yeah kid, I think you’d better.”

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You were backstage in your dressing room after the show, seated in front of the vanity mirror as you brushed out your hair, when there was a knock on your door.

“Come in!” You called in reply, putting your brush down nonchalantly as you were used to these sorts of various intrusions preceding and following a show.

You watched the door through its reflection in the mirror and leapt from your seat when you saw the first person through the door.

“Sue!” You cried happily, dashing over to wrap her in your arms. “I didn’t think you were coming!”

It was sort of true. You really didn’t think she was coming, but only because you’d forgotten that you’d invited her in the first place. As you held her in your arms, the day you delivered the tickets to her began to trickle back into your memory. It must have been at least four or five months ago now but even still, you can’t believe you forgot. It wasn’t until you heard the door shut that it finally occurred to you: if she was here, then most likely so was–.

Your eyes flew open over Sue’s shoulder and you immediately locked eyes with the blond man leaning against the doorframe, flanked by Sue’s boyfriend Reed and his best friend Ben. You gave Johnny a pointed sneer as you pulled away from Sue, stepping around her to first embrace Reed and then completely ignore Johnny as you sidestepped him to plant a kiss on Ben’s cheek.

“What, no greeting for an old flame?” Johnny opened his arms toward you.

You turned, considering him for a moment before plastering on a fake smile and approaching him slowly. Instead of the warm embrace he expected though, as soon as you got close enough you greeted him with a hearty slap across the face.

“Thought that when I told you to go to hell, the ‘and stay there’ was implied,” you snarled.

“Okay, that’s fair,” Johnny cringed, rubbing his cheek which was now burning red. “I deserve that.”

“You deserve worse than that but seeing as your family’s here, consider it a compromise.”

You turned to the other three who were watching you with a combination of shock and awe and smiled, gesturing at the seating around the coffee table at the center of the room.

“Please, sit! It’s really been too long since I’ve seen you three.”

You led the way, occupying a plush armchair while the other three squeezed onto the couch across from it. Johnny, who you were very purposefully not looking at, hovered somewhere back across the room, investigating the space as you spoke.

“So what mayhem have you three been getting into across the galaxy?” You smiled conspiratorially.

“Oh you know,” Sue waved you off. “New planets, weird plants, alien races—the usual. You on the other hand have been on a world tour! I want to hear about that.”

“Oh gosh,” you giggled, allowing yourself for the first time in months to have missed this—missed them. “Wow um, performing a lot, of course. Partying at night, writing on the rare occasion I have downtime. Speaking of, what did you guys think of that new song?”

“Personally, I loved it,” Ben chimed in immediately, smirking patronizingly at Johnny. “I mean, that last part—“

“The outro?” You suggested.

“Yeah, that!” Ben agreed enthusiastically. “Absolutely brutal. I’m sure whoever you wrote it about feels real sorry now.”

“Thank you, Ben,” you replied earnestly. “Even if he didn’t care about me before, I’m sure he does now.”

“I always cared about you!” Johnny piped up indignantly from the corner.

“Did you guys hear something?” You asked the three sitting across from you. “Must have been the wind.”

“That’s really mature, you know that?” Johnny snarked.

“Oh, that’s rich coming from you!” You snorted. “Now please keep it down over there—I’m trying to catch up with the members of your family who aren’t lying, manipulative pieces of shit.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Susan stood up, Reed and Ben following suit.

“Wait, Sue, I’m sorry,” you quickly apologized. “I was out of line, just—.”

“I didn’t say he didn’t deserve it,” Sue sighed, crossing to your side of the table and kneeling to rest your hands in hers. “Look, I’m not sure what happened between you two and I’m not going to pretend I do. Whatever you’re feeling is valid and I have no doubt it’s probably justified too. But just… do me a favor and hear him out, okay? He’s a boy and he’s stupid but he has a good heart. Whatever happened, he feels awful about it and he wants to fix it. Just give him a chance to explain himself, please?”

You glanced over Sue’s head to where Johnny was watching the exchange. When he saw you looking, he pressed his hands together and mouthed ‘Please?’. As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t deny the flicker of affection that sparked in your chest.

“Fine,” you conceded, standing to open the door for Sue, Reed, and Ben. “You get five minutes and then I’m either letting you three back in or kicking you all out.”

They followed you to the door and out, Ben first, then Reed, and then Sue after she stopped to hug Johnny and whisper in his ear: “You're welcome. Don't mess this up.” When they were finally out the door, all three gave Johnny various pointed looks as you shut it behind you, leaning against it with your arms crossed and eyebrows raised in reluctant anticipation.

“Look, I was an idiot—I am an idiot,” he opened.

“This is a surprise to absolutely no one,” you quipped. “Go on.”

Johnny sighed, running a nervous hand through his blond curls.

“I didn’t realize you were the best thing in my life until you were gone.”

“I broke things off with you months ago, Johnny. Why here, why now? You could have called.”

“Would you have answered?” He asked genuinely.

“God dammit, Johnny, you could have tried!” You forced down the lump in your throat. “As someone who stopped seeing you because I didn’t feel wanted, you’re not doing a great job of convincing me I was wrong about you.”

Johnny hung his head, knowing you were right. Hell, he didn’t realize he missed you until a couple of hours ago—how was he going to convince you he really wanted you back? But the next thing you said gave him an idea that would either make or break your relationship depending on how well he stuck to his word.

“I mean, how would you even start a relationship with me right now, Johnny?” You thought out loud. “I’m on tour, I’m in a new city every day. And it’s not exactly like you can drop everything and follow me around given your line of work.”

“I have an idea.”

You looked very much like you didn’t trust him as far as you could throw him, but you looked intrigued too. You nodded, urging him to continue.

“I’ll wait for you.”

You barked out a disbelieving laugh.

“You’re kidding, right? Johnny, I’m on tour for the next three months. You’re telling me you’re not going to see a single girl that whole time?”

“That’s exactly what I’m telling you. You think I can’t do it?”

“No, Johnny, full offense but I really don’t think you can.”

“So I’ll prove you wrong. And when I do, you’ll owe me a date.”

You squinted your eyes at him, not believing him at all but willing to let him at least try.

“Fine,” you sighed. “If you can wait for me—and I mean really wait, I don’t wanna see you with another girl in the tabloids or on Instagram or anywhere—then I promise to go on one date with you. No promises after that.”

“Yes!”

He pumped his fist and you shook your head exasperatedly, extending a hand for him to shake.

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Lowell Spencer.”

“In the spirit of apologies, I’m going to let that slide.”

“How kind of you.”

You shook on it.

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If you had known three months ago that your deal with Johnny would end in you being dangled off the Empire State Building by New York’s villain-of-the-week, you might have reconsidered your decision. You hadn’t even been in New York when you woke up that morning—you’d been preparing for the final performance of your tour in Los Angeles. Unfortunately for you though, distance is nothing to an alien who can create portals out of thin air, and thus instead of celebrating the final night of your tour with thousands of your adoring fans, some space freakazoid was threatening your life in front of millions of people on live television.

You didn’t even know what the guy wanted. He’d been monologuing obnoxiously at you since he yanked you from your dressing room and through the portal to New York but apparently there weren’t any public speaking classes in space because you had absolutely no clue what he was on about. Odds are, he probably wanted to take over the city or something but whatever it was, you only hoped that Johnny would figure it out in time. The man (if you could even call it that… what were aliens’ stances on gender?) holding you hostage had made it very clear that you were the bargaining chip for Johnny specifically. As it were currently though, the flamebrain in question was nowhere to be found. Three of the four were gathered high up in the air on one of Sue’s invisible forcefield things but it was evident that wherever Johnny was, he was too preoccupied to come save your life. Figures.

You couldn’t really hear much over the combination of blood pumping in your ears and the wind rushing by but from what you could see, it appeared as though everyone around you was doing an awful lot of talking as opposed to saving like you were hoping for. Thinking on it though, given that you were over a thousand feet in the air, how much saving could the other three really do without Johnny? It wasn’t like any of them could fly. Did this mean you were doomed? Your train of thought seemed to be corroborated by the sudden rrrrrrrip of the back of your bodysuit that the villain was suspending you by. The tear didn’t rip through the costume completely but you squeaked pathetically as the separating fabric dropped you closer to your impending doom a thousand feet below.

Realistically, you realized you should have alerted the Three to your escalating problem but in the adrenaline of the moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to open your mouth, let alone make any voluntary noise or coherent commentary. How did they (and Johnny) do this every day? Performing for crowds of thousands was a walk in the park compared to this. This was horrible. If you made it through this, you were going to tell all four of them how grateful you were for the sacrifices they all made on their mental health.

Once again, your train of thought was interrupted by a bigger, louder rrrrrrriiiip as the costume tore some more. You tried harder to say something, anything but looking down and seeing the city over a thousand feet below you stole your breath in a not-so-pleasant way that had you both choking and hyperventilating at the same time. You managed to tear your eyes away from the ground and over to the Fantastic Three-Fourths but by the time that happened, you were only able to squeak out a “Help” before your costume split clean in half and you were falling backwards through the New York City skyline.

If anyone were to ask you, you would most definitely not recommend freefall. Why anyone would do this willingly was beyond you. If it wasn’t before, skydiving was definitely off your bucket list now. Though you guessed that maybe it was different when you chose it as opposed to having it thrust upon you in the form of some deranged, costume-wearing alien. Forget gratitude, you thought. I probably won’t live through this but if I do, I’m going to give Johnny a real piece of my mind. 

When you asked Johnny about it later, the thing he said haunted him the most in the nights that followed was the sound of your screams as he pushed his flames to grow hotter, stronger, begging them to help him gather velocity and just please god get to her in time—. You don’t remember screaming. All you remember is the force of the wind against your back and the brightness of the sky above as you plummeted rapidly toward the concrete below. It happened in the blink of an eye—one moment you were certain the puffy clouds above would be the last thing you’d ever see, and the next, your vision was bombarded with red hot flames and your stomach swooped as you were swiftly grabbed around the waist as Johnny changed direction.

He flew you both around the corner so the Empire State was out of sight before making your descent back onto solid ground. You swayed on your feet for a moment, Johnny’s arms shooting out to catch you when your knees inevitably buckled. He pulled you in even closer to him, tucking your head securely into his chest, and you allowed it for a beat as you caught your breath before suddenly tearing yourself from his grasp and pounding your fists against his chest.

“Where the hell were you!” You seethed. “I almost died, Jonathan Lowell Spencer Storm!”

“I know, I know,” he tried to take hold of your wrists, gently caressing them with his thumbs, but you ripped them away to continue beating your fists against his chest.

“Three months ago, you said you would wait for me but here we are three months later and you couldn’t care less that I was being dangled over the edge of the freakin’ Empire State Building—!”

“I was in LA,” he defended as you continued talking over him.

“—So much for second chances, huh? What’s your excuse this time? You were away visiting your hot model friend in Ibiza?”

“I was in LA!” He repeated louder this time, trapping your face between both of his abnormally warm hands and tilting it to face him.

You stopped short, taking in a few breaths as your mind struggled to catch up with his claim.

“What the hell do you mean, you were in LA?” You squinted at him in suspicion. “I thought superheroes didn’t take vacations, what were you doing in LA of all places?”

“Waiting for you to perform,” his eyes stared into yours with a devotion so intense you almost didn't believe you were looking at the real Johnny.

“What?” You blinked in disbelief. “Johnny, if this is a joke, it isn’t funny.”

“I’m not joking, sweetheart.”

The corners of his lips tilted up nervously, self-consciously. You didn’t think he was capable of it, but there he was. Your eyes flickered rapidly between his, trying to catch him out in a lie, but you couldn’t find one. You couldn’t help it—you kissed him. And damn, if it didn’t feel good after over a year of angst and pining that you thought would never be requited. After a moment of letting your mind run away from you, you pulled away from him, resting your hands over his pounding heart and your forehead against his.

“Wait,” you panted. “You really haven’t seen any other girls in the last three months?”

“Haven’t had to when I knew I had you waiting for me.”

He went back in for another kiss but you used the leverage of your hands on his chest to hold him away from you.

“Ah-ah-ah, not so fast, you temptress.”

He chuckled darkly, eyes fluttering lustfully between your eyes and your lips.

“You swear you haven’t seen any other girls since I last saw you,” you confirmed.

“Not one,” he squeezed your hip affectionately. “I swear it.”

You couldn’t help it any longer. You sunk your fingers into his golden curls and pulled him back to your lips, smiling when you felt how he melted against you. Unfortunately for you though, this wasn’t the time for your happy reunion. Johnny frowned and looked adorably confused when you pulled away again.

“What did I do now?”

You giggled, giving him another peck for the road before gently pushing him away.

“You gotta go save the world, Flamebrain,” you backed away with a flirty wink. “I’ll be waiting.”

And even through all your hardships, as Johnny flamed on and flew back toward New York’s newest resident space loser, you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

[supercap2319]

"You wanna go against Cassandra Nova? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Johnny said. In the void, Cassandra Nova was basically the ruler of this shit hole. Not counting Alioth. Going up against her was suicide.

"I agree with the less favorable version of Chris. This is honestly the dumbest thing that's ever been said by anyone. Even dumber than the dumbass writing this terrible fic about us." Deadpool chimes in. He turns to the fourth wall with knowing eyes.

Y/N blinks. "What the hell are you talking about? Who are you talking to?"

"He's a fuck nut. What do you expect?" Logan adds, taking a sip of some whiskey he found.

"Oh, Peanut. I love it when you talk about my nuts. Especially how full they are and ready to bust."

"Will you two shut up?" Johnny said. "Y/N, what you are suggesting is crazy and stupid."

"Well, we can't just wait for Cassandra to come and pick us off one by one. We need to take the fight to her, but first... the Resistance. Take us to them. If they can help us, we can stop Cassandra and send these fucktards home." Y/N said indicating to Deadpool and Wolverine."

"Hey!" Deadpool said.

[felucians]

I have scoured the depth of the internet and discovered there are no fanfics of Gambit/Reader/Human Torch for Deadpool and Wolverine and I am personally very shocked at this because was I the only one crushing on Johnny Storm when I was younger?

[mirobraz]