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...And Forever

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Enhanced!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

AU: MCU A/U, after TFATWS

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk. Alternate MCU facts/timeline, lies, cursing, angst,  oral, (F, M receiving) fingering, spit play rank kink, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up!), sex on a pool table, semi-public sex, a special surprise, stalker-ish behavior, almost Dark!Steve? Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N: I am an MCU nerd but not a timeline detail gal. Please forgive me if the timeline is off. This is an alternate universe and a work of fiction. Please have fun with it! This is the second part to Always.  Enjoy!

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You opened your eyes to see that you were in what looked like a break room. There was a coffee machine, a round table with five chairs, a row of lockers, two Captain Americas, and a Winter Soldier.

There was some strange conversation going on.

“Then who gave me the shield at the lake…?”  

Sam was questioning Steve, but he stopped talking when you started moving around.  You must have still been in the wedding venue, because you saw the name of the historic building on various items in the room. 

You scowled up at Sam, Bucky and Steve.

You moved to sit up and Steve was at your side. “Easy…”

“Sweetheart, are you okay?”

You squinted at Steve. His hair was shorter and he was clean shaven, but he was still gorgeous. Those blue eyes were full of concern. 

You raised your hand, and he held it, holding it and caressing it as you raised it to his face.

“Is it really you?”

Steve smiled ruefully at you. “Yeah, it’s me.”

You held his cheek and looked at him, bringing your other hand up to the other side of his face. He smiled at you. 

You grabbed him and hugged him hard, and then pulled back again as he held you in his arms. He moved back and pursed those ruby red lips. 

You had this irresistible urge to...slap the shit out of him. And so you did.

The sound reverberated in the room. Steve just stared up at you, with that fucking beautiful face, and then smiled, rubbing his jaw as if it hurt. 

But you knew it didn’t. And you were tired of the bullshit.

Sam and Bucky moved to calm you down, but you were too quick for them, pacing to the other side of the room. 

“All of you can stay the hell away from me. Y’all have some fuckin nerve. Especially you, Steven.”  

Your Houston accent was shining through with your anger.

“Wow, Sweetheart, that was harsh. But I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

You pointed at Steve.

“Fuck you.” 

You were seething, especially when he raised his eyebrow at your comment. But he quickly fixed his face when he saw the rage on yours. You looked at Sam, who just looked down, and at Bucky, who looked like he was in pain.  

Fuck thier feelings.

“I deserve your anger. I didn't tell…” Steve tried it. 

“You don’t deserve a got damn thing. Not even my anger.” 

Steve was stone faced at your vitriol. You were shaking, trying to control your emotions and not cry.  You were so hot. You fought to keep your voice steady.

“I thought you were dead.” It came out as a ragged whisper. But you knew everyone heard you.

Your voice was low, even, and scary. Bucky looked at you with wide eyes. Your own were brimming with tears.

“I thought you were dead and that they didn’t want to tell me.” 

You waved your hand at Bucky and Sam. And you waited until Steve looked you in the eyes again. 

“I thought you were in prison, that someone, on some alien star, forced you to play some sick gladiator games. Or that HYDRA was still around and they turned you into an agent for them. Or that you lost your memory in the blip. So many scenarios played in my mind, Steven.”

Steve knew better than to talk. This was his time to listen.

“But I never ever once thought that you chose this. Never thought it was your choice to leave and to stay away.”

“Listen…” Sam started speaking.

“Shut the fuck UP, Samuel.” 

If you had Bucky’s knives, all of them would be seriously injured right now.  

“You knew that he was alive and you didn’t tell me. Despite me begging for any kind of information.”  

Sam just pursed his lips and returned your glare.  You were right.

You went and stood in front of Bucky.

“James…” 

He looked at you, those pained eyes making your stomach flip.  

“How could you?  You knew?”

He just stared at you. Retreating into not speaking.

Steve spoke up.

“Yes, I left. Yes, it was my choice.  I thought I could… Well, let’s just say that hindsight is 20/20 and you can’t ever go back. I swore Sam and Buck to secrecy and I asked them to take care of you.  This all just got out of hand.  Didn’t it Buck?”

You watched Steve in disbelief and you swiveled your head toward Bucky and Sam again.

“You both lied to me. And Sam. Did you tell Steve to come back and ruin my life?”

Sam scoffed, offended. “No. I didn’t. S.H.I.E.L.D gave Steve quarterly updates.  You and Bucky happened so fast…” 

You ignored his explanation.

“But you knew exactly where he’d gone.”

“Yes.” Sam was cornered.

You turned back to Bucky. 

“I asked you a question earlier. Did you know?”

He nodded, imperceptibly.  “Doll… I…”

“James Buchanan Barnes. You knew?” Your heart was breaking even more than it was.

“Yes, but it’s complicated. He didn’t come back, at least not the way he left, and I thought it was a done deal. I thought he found…”

You interrupted him. 

“What. Happiness?” 

You turned back to Steve. “Is that what you were looking for, Steve? Happiness?”

“Sweetheart, you made me happy, I just had the chance to finally settle some unfinished business.”

You nodded.

“So James here took advantage of your little vacation to get with his best friend's girl while you explored your other options. Cool.”

It was not cool.

“Do you remember when you asked me if you could trust me, Steve?”  

He just gave a little smile and came to stand before you, looking down at you in that way of his.  He was trying to shake you. You were unshakeable. You raised your chin and looked right in his eyes.

“What you don’t understand is that you can’t pick and choose the pieces of life that you want, Steven.” 

You moved away from all of them. Steve stepped toward you, but stopped when you held up your hand.

“I’ve lived my life for everyone else, for this country, for as long as I can remember.  I deserve a little piece of life, Sweetheart.”  

Steve really believed what he was saying.

“What about me? Do I get a choice?”

Steve looked around at his two best friends, who were now best friends, and his best girl.

“You’re right. I think you should. You should choose.”

Your mouth hinged open. You spoke at the wall, then looked at Bucky.

“What about you, James? Do I need to choose?”

Bucky walked in front of you

“No Doll. You don’t have to choose.”  

You looked up into his eyes.  Damn, he looked so handsome in his bespoke grey suit that he chose for the wedding. And the tie that you gave him set off his eyes.  

“I just….  I just wanted a piece of happiness too. I knew you were Steve’s girl.”  He took both of your hands in his. 

“I don’t deserve you. When Steve didn’t come back, and you and I connected, I couldn’t help it. I was just going to keep an eye out, but…”

He gave you that cute little side smile of his.  And then he kissed you. It was short and sweet and oh so hot. You looked up at him, shook to the core. And then he ruined it all.

“I love you Doll. It was nice while it lasted.” 

Bucky was giving up. 

You nodded and backed away. Not believing this situation. 

“Ok. I’m making my choice.” 

You raised your chin and looked at Steve and Bucky.

“I’m not some fucking marble that you pass around, play with, and trade with your friend.” 

You took a deep breath.  “I choose me.”

You were gone in a flash, before they could even register it.  And although they ran, they couldn’t catch you before you were out of reach.

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Three months later, you walked through the late August soup of Houston heat to the bar, pausing when you thought you heard footfalls behind you. You used your speed to zip along to Willy’s; you were safe there.

You were back sharking with the best of them.  But your training was put to good use.  You never got burned and you never got caught.  You were making a good living.  

There were a jumble of misfit super humans who had gathered there with you.  You were a leader now. And you were doing well on your own. It was a life.

You already knew he was coming, and maybe that’s why you moved to the back room to play.

You were prepared, but when you felt him, you still lost your breath.  But you recovered quickly, straightening your spine, despite the fact that he was standing so close to you.

You looked at the dartboard on the wall across from you and chalked your cue.

“Don’t you have other things to take care of? Other wheres? Other whens maybe?”

You learned more about time travel since you’d left New York, and you understood more of what happened. 

The Avengers had access to time travel.  If only you could go back… but no. You were stronger than those men.  You could live with your decisions. And move forward.

“No. What I need to take care of is right here. Right now.”  

His deep growl stirred something inside you, and you fought your body, which was becoming moist at his proximity.

You bent over the table, super soldier dick poking you in the ass before you drew your pool cue back sharply into his stomach.  Abs of steel met the cue and nearly broke it.  He just stepped aside and shook his head at you.

You turned your head to look into his aqua blue eyes and you fell in love all over again.  Shit.

You gave up and turned around, leaning back against the pool table, because he wasn’t giving an inch, not moving from your space.

You scanned the room and your people were watching, but keeping your distance. They all knew who he was, and your history. They gave you space, but wouldn’t let you be hurt without a fight. You nodded at them and they all went to the front, giving you more privacy.

He nodded in their direction. 

“People fall under your spell fast, I know that all too well. They trust you.”

You lifted your head. “I’ve never done anything to make them not trust me.”

He sighed.  “Point taken.”

“Why did you come here?  I know that you’ve known where I was. Sam must have told you.” 

“I’ve known where you were. How could I not? I didn’t need Sam to tell me. It’s not like you were trying to hide.”  

He cocked his head at you.

“But the reason that I’m here, now, is that I’ve always been slow at math. And I just put two and two together.”

You smirked up at him. “You’re right. This is home. A leopard doesn’t change her stripes.”

He just chuckled at your evasion.

“You wanna play a game?” 

His eyes followed you, undeterred by your challenge.

You walked around to the other side of the table, leaned over and gathered the balls to be racked. 

You held two in one hand and looked at him.  He smiled and the electricity at the small of your back was everything. He slowly walked around to you as you racked them.

He took in your form (including your ample cleavage) as you bent over the table and your mouth as you said the word, “Break.”

“I’m tired of playing games, Doll. I’m just here to win you back.”

You turned around and faced him, looking up at him, now aware of his smell.  You closed your eyes and inhaled leather and metal. You opened them again and his eyes were blazing.

“James.. I”  

Bucky grabbed your face, hands gently cradling your head, and cut you off with a kiss, his lips gentle at first. Then his hands moved to your hips and lifted you onto the table. He slotted himself in between your thighs, your bodies separated by the same brand of black denim. 

His lips and tongue seemed determined to possess you. Bucky kissed and felt your body like he hadn’t in a lifetime. His hands roamed you like they were starved from touching you. 

Your hands were on his neck and in his hair, relishing the feel of him. You’d  missed him so fucking much. You drew apart, and his breath fanned your face as you two panted together, his forehead resting on yours.

“I am never going to let you go again.”

“James…”

“Hold on Doll, I’ve got to say this.” 

He smiled and gave you another quick peck.  You nodded, solemn.

“I said the wrong thing back in Brooklyn. I don’t care that you were with him first. I don’t care if you think that you might want to be with him. When I fell for you, I fell harder than I ever have. Even from the train.”  

He was whispering the words you wanted to hear months ago, causing you to cry.  But a lot of things caused you to cry lately. 

Bucky smiled at you, his eyes crinkling in that adorable way that you loved. You opened your mouth to speak and he kissed you, silencing you again. You responded with a smile. He continued.

“I know that you think that I folded and just gave up on you on our wedding day. I was just thinking that I don’t deserve you. Especially next to Steve.  I mean, you won’t find a better man.  But in the time since, I’ve realized, even though it’s hard. I’m a good man too.”

“You are, James…”

“You helped me come to terms with everything that’s happened. Sam has helped me deal with everything I did...and I’m not perfect, and neither are you, but we can be perfect for each other.”  

You nodded, smiling a little.

“I’m in love with you and I deserve you. You deserve me. We deserve each other.  And I’m not saying this because I think you saved me. But you are the strongest woman I know, enough to be with me when I am weak. I figured out that I can be strong for you too. I have to be now. I am so sorry that I let you walk away. But I’m not going to let you out of my sight now, even if you don’t want to be with me.  But I am asking you, again. Be my family. Make one with me. Choose me.”

You shook your head as tears fell from your eyes.

“James Barnes, there was never ever any choice. It’s you. It will be you. Forever.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief and started kissing you all over your face, down your neck and into your cleavage.

“I was scared shitless, Doll! I love you so much,…”

You kissed him now, your hands under his jacket, slipping it off his shoulders. Next, you went under his shirt, feeling his nipples, playing with them as he shuddered. Then your hands went up to one cold shoulder and one warm, grasping them as he ground his hard jeans covered crotch into yours.

“Too many clothes.”

You ended up helping him pull his shirt over his head. You trailed your hand back down his abs to the button on his jeans.

“I missed you James. My hormones are going crazy, Baby…”  

His eyes got wide as you popped the top button and bit your lip.  Bucky moaned.  He was about to explode just being near you.

“Th-that’s what we need to talk about…”

“Talk later. Fuck. Now.”

Bucky looked over your shoulder to the other room. To his surprise, the door was now closed.

“Wow, they…”

You hopped down from the table and got on your knees in front of him.

“You gonna let me suck your dick or not James?”

He looked down at you smirking up at him and could feel himself leaking in his jeans.  Three months of his hand had been torture, thinking of you.  

It seemed as if he unfastened and pulled himself out without knowing.  For a moment he feared mind control. 

But it was just love and lust.

You grasped him, testing his girth and admiring how your fingers did not meet around his cock.  

“Mmmmmmmm,” you moaned while you thumbed his tip, collecting the pre-cum and lubricating him as you pumped.

He stared at you, slack jawed and sexy as he watched you.  He reached down and put his hand in your hair, massaging your scalp.

You commanded him. “Eyes on me, Sergeant.”

Bucky locked eyes with you and watched as you licked your lips, opened your mouth, and spit on his cock.

“Fuck.”

You pumped him a couple of times before you opened wide and took him as deep as you could, relishing the feel of his wide, smooth, hard unit in your mouth.  You pulled off of him with a pop.

“Damn I missed this dick.” 

Then you deep throated him again, making Bucky have to hold on to the side of the pool table as he held your head while you spluttered around him.

“And I missed your pretty little mouth, Doll. Damn.”  He watched as you did it a few more times.

When you looked up and  he saw your ruined face, Bucky went feral.

He pulled you up by your shirt, pulling it over your head and wiping your face with it.  Then he kissed you.

“Fucking love how you do that, Doll.”  

He started kissing down your chest, pulling your breasts out of your bra, pinching and rolling your nipples gently, a little more carefully than usual. He looked at you knowingly as you squirmed in pleasure.

“I’ve been doing my research.”  

Then, he leaned down and suckled them with that mouth until you almost came, writhing in his arms. Bucky unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down, kneeling, and staring up at you as you leaned against the green felt table.

You stepped out of your jeans and panties and watched as his flesh hand glided from your ankle to your ass, palming it and then sliding back down as he lifted your thigh on his shoulder.  You shuddered as you could feel his breath on your cunt.

“I’ve been dreaming of this.”  

His eyes held yours as he leaned in for a kiss, then a long wet lick of your cunt.  You grabbed his brown hair as his blue eyes hypnotized you and as he ate you out. When his metal fingers came up, whirring, you started begging.

“Please, James…please…please…..”

He laughed, mouth still fucking your pussy. He pulled away, chin glistening with your juices. His fingers began pumping inside you, the vibration driving you up the wall.

“Are you begging me to stop, or to continue, Doll? Talk to me.”

“Unnnh, unnnnh, oooohhh shittttt. Don’t ever stop.” 

And then you came all over his face,  Bucky slurping it up happily.  He stood up, taking you with him and maneuvering you so that you could feel his thick tip at your hole before it breached you. 

Bucky’s cock stretched you out and made you see stars as you slid down his thick pole while he was standing up, pumping inside you as he deposited you on the table.

You wrapped around him like a vine as he held you, cock pounding from the feeling of being inside you again. He pulled back to kiss you again.  He was grunting in his throat as he tried to speak.

“Fuck you feel so good...Fair warning, Doll. I’m not going to last. Been too long.”

You let go of him, and leaned back on the felt, arms braced behind you as you replied, “Just fuck me James.”

Bucky took in your body, from where you were connected up your torso to your breasts and the beautiful fucked out look on your face and started moving.

“Fuck, fuck, fuckkk.”  You took him, looking down to see the impossible stretch.

“Yeah, look at that. Looks and feels so damn good, doesn’t it, Doll? How the fuck are you so… so… fucking… tight….?”

“Yes, fuck, James, FUCKKKKK.”

All nerves were in your cunt as you went down to your elbows, and then to your back flat on the slate table, pool balls going everywhere.

Bucky pulled your hips off the table and really started digging in, hips snapping at a frenzied pace as his metal hand slid down your body. You could tell that he was almost there.

“Cum with me Doll.” 

When that metal thumb touched your clit, it was over.  You came as soon as you felt his white hot ropes of cum drench your walls. You closed your eyes for just a second, and then opened your eyes wide.

‘Why am I curled up on a pool table after being fucked by my 106 year old fiance? What is life?”

Bucky laughed as he pulled his shirt over his head and helped you off the table. He looked around, going to get you a bottle of water from the vending machine.

“You good?” 

Bucky eyed you as you got your clothes together.  He leaned next to you as he watched you drink the water.

“Baby okay?”

You ducked your head, smiled and grabbed his hand, putting it on your slightly rounded stomach.

“Yeah. I can feel him moving around.  Can you feel that?”  

Bucky just stared at his hand, then at your face.

“Not really… Him?”  He was astounded.

“That’s normal. I’m gonna be able to feel him before you can, And yeah, Him.”  

You turned more fully toward Bucky and he took you in his arms.  

“I had all kinds of tests, to make sure that he was okay.  I wanted to know if… if what they did to me would affect…. “ 

You shook your head, then smiled up at Bucky.

“He’s healthy.  I’m 20 weeks. I figured we’d call him Jamie?”  

Bucky beamed at you and nodded. 

“How did you know?”

“Well, I figured out that you didn’t faint at the wedding just because of Steve. Why didn’t you tell me, Doll?”

You rolled your eyes.

“Are you really asking me that question?”  

Bucky blanched and you decided not to be salty. 

“Well, At first, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I was so happy that you asked me and didn’t know.”  You beamed at him. “ But then…” Your smile faded.

“I’m an idiot, Doll. Forgive me.  It’s me and you. And Jamie. Forever.”  

You two shared the kiss you missed at the altar. It was going to be okay.

“Now, let’s go get some food. I know you’re hungry.”

You laughed as you punched his arm. 

“Ass. But you’re right.” 

You two walked down the street to Ninfa’s Restaurant hand in hand. Bucky turned his head and gave an imperceptible nod as you two passed by an alley/

Steve returned the greeting as he stepped out and watched you and Bucky make your way down the street.

“That’s okay Sweetheart,” he whispered. “Buck’s a good man. But I know you’ll choose me. In another time.”

He walked to the quinjet, which was pointed toward New York.

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—BREAKING & ENTERING

—ch.1 —ch.2

summary: after dabi was seen leaving your apartment complex last week, the commission has sent a lesser known hero to help guard the building until new cameras are installed. however, no security measures in the world could keep dabi out.

w/c: 5064

tags: dubcon, cuckolding, creampie, voyeurism, humiliation, exhibitionism, arson

a/n: this is the final chapter to this little duology, and the reason why its so much shorter is because the first one was really supposed to stand on its own, but i got so many requests for a sequel i couldn’t help it. so i just took the kinks i didn’t get to use last time and pay off some setup and voila. however, just ‘cause this is the last chapter of this story doesn’t mean i’m not gonna write a fuck ton of other stuff for him. ily burn man. plus i’m working on a huge, multi-chapter fic for him while i post smaller one-shots >:) that being said, enjoy.

The impact Dabi left on your life was far bigger than you thought it would’ve been on the night you snuck him away from the law. As he was running from the cops someone saw him climb through your window, and a different person also saw him climb down the fire escape. With witnesses like that, the other tenants were downright furious.

You almost felt bad for the landlord, it wasn’t his fault you were insane enough to willingly let a villain come inside both you and your apartment.

Your landlord and the police department came up with a solution. The apartment complex would be installing new state-of-the-art locks on all fire-escape adjacent windows free of charge. This wasn’t exactly an issue with seeing Dabi again, since all you had to do was purposefully leave yours unlocked.

It would take two weeks to install all the cameras, but until then, a community-assigned hero would be stationed to guard the complex.

His name was Kao, a middle-ranked hero with bright orange hair and a winning smile framed with dimples. At first you thought he might’ve been one of the better heroes, waving you off to work and walking you there the other day, but recently he’d begun to creep you out. The friendly conversations about a tv show you both enjoyed began to turn into invasive questions about your love life.

A week of lingering glances and uncomfortable prying culminated that Friday as he had flat out asked you to dinner moments prior.

“C’mon, I just— I said that wrong, lemme try again,” He stuttered, keeping pace with you as you marched towards the building.

“No, Kao, look, you’re cool and all, but I’m really not looking to date anyone right now.” You huffed, striding into the doorway and towards the elevator. That might not’ve been the whole truth but you obviously couldn’t tell him that you had the hots for a terrorist.

He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck, “Well you just got off work, right? I remember which room you stay in, maybe I can swing by tonight?”

You whirled on him, your jaw slack in shock at the insensitivity of his words. The reminder that he knew where you lived sending a shiver down your spine, “Kao, this conversation is done. I don’t want you following me around anymore, hero,”

Deep down, your words sounded familiar. If they were raspier and said behind a thin veil of indifference, you might’ve realized that you were talking like Dabi.

“What is that supposed to mean? We’re the good guys!” You slammed your fist down on the close-door button, your mouth a thin line, daring Kao to make a move and stop the doors. He didn’t, and soon the reassuring pull of the elevator set your shaking body at ease.

‘Who does he think he is?’ You were bitter, rightfully so, you think.

You were so frustrated that you had difficulty inserting your keys into the lock, twisting it with a growl and throwing open the door, ready to collapse onto your pillow and vent to whoever was online about your heroic stalker.

When you noticed the scent of cigarettes in the air.

“Hey, doll,” Warmth surged through your chest at the sight of him, the villain’s feet kicked up onto the coffee table.

You were hanging your coat on the hook before moving beside him to the couch, “What took you so long?”

“Not happy to see me? You seem a lot bitchier than I remember,” The crude edge of his humor was a breath of fresh air compared to the stifling niceties of work, and you smiled for what felt like the first time that day.

Shaking your head, you toed out of your boots and made your way to the frayed couch, “I’ll tell you all about him,”

That got his attention, “Him?”

“A hero,” Dabi’s frown worsened, an accusatory look in his eyes, “before you ask, no, you idiot, I hate this guy, there’s not a chance I’d sleep with him.”

The tensity in his shoulders relaxed, bring the half-finished Newport to his lips as you continued, “Since you broke in last week all my neighbors lost their shit. They threatened to sue if my landlord didn’t assign a hero to watch the building for a bit. I thought he was cool, but I’ve just decided that he’s a total prick.”

He hummed, nodding understandingly, “Want me to kill him?”

You gaped, hitting him on the chest, “Wha—No, Dabi, what the hell?”

He just shrugged, the intensity of his words almost funny to you, and as you recounted the last twenty minutes the ashes of Dabi’s cigarette fell to the floor. The dying lights of the sun streamed through your window, the smoke oddly beautiful in the glow as he handed you the last hit of his cheap cigar.

“You know why heroes are like that?” You shook your head, enjoying the numbing calm of tobacco, “It’s cause they’re spoiled. They go their entire lives being praised for everything they do so they don’t know how to take no for a fuckin’ answer,”

Apparently your smoking buddy was feeling talkative, much to your delight. His words made you pause, remembering the relieved faces of your neighbors whenever they’d see the gaudy costume Kao wore as he strode by.

“Shit... guess you’re right,” You mumbled into his side, not minding the ever-present aroma of burnt skin and smoke that clung to Dabi’s coat.

He scoffed, “I’m always right, baby,” His words earning him a pinch on the arm.

“No, you ass, just about the hero stuff,” He grinned, the staples on his dimples taut against his skin as he pulled you closer, his breath hot against your ear.

“Careful, doll, you’re starting to sound like a villain,” The drop in your stomach sent heat down your skin, yet somehow you were still shivering under his predatory gaze.

You shook your head, trying to will away the red that dusted your cheeks, “No way, my quirk isn’t strong enough to be a villain,”

He raised his eyebrow expectantly, broadly gesturing for you to go on.

“Well...” God, why is this embarrassing? “I can give people headaches.”

You didn’t know if he would laugh at you or belittle you for your meaningless quirk, but he did neither.

“Think you could practice it more? Get better at it?” He was serious, staring at you and expecting an answer.

You looked away, unable to hold his gaze, “I mean, maybe? It’s not hard to do, I guess,”

Dabi smirked, pulling you onto his lap. It felt as if the week hadn’t happened at all and you were right back where you started, your face flushing at the memories of that night. He dragged you close, eyes dark as he whispered something into your ear...

“Think you could split someone’s head open with a migraine?”

Your gut wrenched, flinching at the gory idea and making you sit up in Dabi’s lap. The atmosphere in the room hadn’t changed, his stare as menacing as before.

That is, until he started to crack up. Louder than you’d ever heard before, his fit filled the apartment until he had to cup his stomach from laughing too hard; the wheeze in his rough throat echoing around the room as your blush spread all the way down your neck.

“Oh, you asshole!” If anything, your shove against his chest only made him more giddy. The panic-fueled adrenaline was still surging through your body, unwillingly making the wetness between your thighs spread, even as you tried to wrap your head around the fact that Dabi had been fucking with you.

Your legs shook as he held on to you for balance, his cackling dying down but the shit-eating grin never leaving his face, “You were so freaked out, huh?”

“Yeah, no shit!”

He hummed, running a hand through your hair and suddenly yanking you forward, basking in the sharp yelp it brought from you, “You’re cute when you’re scared,”

You’d missed the way his scabbed lips felt on yours more than you’d ever admit. There was something about him that left you breathless, eager and questioning your life choices. Groaning into his mouth before pulling back and laving your slick tongue along his disfigured lower lip, you rolled your aching heat against him to force a truly pornographic moan from his mouth.

“Oh, fuck—” One of his hands slid down your back, grabbing your ass through your jeans, “Fucking hell, you missed me that much?”

You nodded dumbly into his shoulder, pressing chaste kisses along the ragged skin as he slid his finger past the band of your jeans, cupping your dripping sex with wide eyes.

“Goddamn, s’no way you’re this wet for me already,” His eyes were scrutinizing, trying to figure out why you were hiding into his neck, “What’s got you so worked up, doll?”

You couldn’t come up with a good excuse in time, Dabi thinking back to how your thighs had tightened up when he asked if you could kill someone, your eyes were frightened back then, yes, but there was something else. Something you wouldn’t tell him.

When the realization hit him, it hit hard.

“Holy shit, you get off on being scared?” He couldn’t believe his luck, the embarrassed groan you buried into his shoulder confirming his suspicions.

Dabi ran a hand through his hair, a childish wonder over his features, “Aren’t I fuckin’ lucky?” He sneered, pulling you back til you were at eye-level again.

“I’m gonna try something, baby,” there was an edge to his voice as he settled one hand on the small of your back, pressing your tits against his chest as he held your bra strap back with the other.

“What are you… Dabi, what are you doing?” The scent of fire and burning fabric filled the air, the ends of your bralette smoking between his fingertips, embers turning to ash and sprinkling down the couch until it was flimsy enough for Dabi to rip free, teeth sinking into your neck as he held you still to keep your skin safe.

It was jarring and a bit terrifying to be restrained against someone like Dabi without knowing his intentions. But nothing in you could deny the blinding rush of pleasure it ripped down your spine.

“It’s all starting to make sense, doll-face, I guess I was right the first time,” His hands tossed the smoking bra into hallway, reaching between you and torturously pinching and pulling on the rosy blush of your tits, “you do have a thing for villains,”

“Can’t wait to fuck that tight pussy again, doll,” Without warning he shoved your torso forward, your body bouncing against the couch, his hands flying to the button of your jeans.

“—Didn’t have time to take you right last time, didn’t get to taste you,” his words made you whimper in his grasp, keeping your legs somewhat raised as tugged down the tight denim.

You fully expected him to take you rough like before, make you choke on his cock before having his fill, but as he tugged off your black panties he crawled down the trembling body beneath him, slowly moving over your ribs, your stomach, and finally your drooling cunt.

He never broke eye contact with you as he pulled your thighs closer, keeping them spread wide as the hot fan of his breath on your pussy sent a thrill through your neglected nerves.

“I want you to scream my name,” It was an order, not a request. The unhinged tremor in his hands was unsettling, an unspoken threat hanging in the air.

Dabi’s tongue immediately found your clit, mouth wrapping around the glistening bead and sucking all at once, the moan it drew from your lips unholy. He moaned at the taste, hiking up your hips onto his shoulders.

“Christ, you’re sweet, doll, like fuckin’ candy...” He muttered in disbelief, more to himself that to you, licking a wide stripe along your drenched lips, diving into you deep enough to have your limbs spasming around him.

On instinct your hand flew to your mouth to muffle the sharp cry that the villain drew. He didn’t warn you before bringing his hand up high and slapping it into the bare skin of your thigh, a scream echoing through the living room. Distantly, you wondered if your neighbors could hear...

“Don’t you dare hide a single sound from me, slut, or this ends now,” his ultimatum was scary but the insult felt heavy in a way you’d never felt before, and you nodded without a second thought, breathlessly bunching one hand into the arm of the couch above you and the other into the ashy black of his hair.

You nodded down to him, silently saying to continue; the villain fixed on watching as your chest swelled in time with your breathing, a rush of blood going to the heat of his cock.

His pace was hungry, nipping at your thighs whenever he thought you were too comfortable, spinning circles into your clit with his tongue and chuckling at the noises it brought, “You gonna cum, princess?” You could only respond with a scream of his name, the plea music to his ears, but he needed you to be louder if he was to get what he wanted.

“Louder,” Dabi called your name like a prayer, moaning into your cunt as you practically suffocated him between your thighs, “Fuck—Louder, baby, scream it,”

“Dabi!!” Your orgasm was hot against his tongue and he drank in every last drop of your climax until you were wrenching away his greedy mouth, your pussy swollen and red from his care.

Just as you started to compose yourself, a frantic banging sounded on the door. Someone from the hallway was slamming down their fist, screaming your name.

“Hey! Did you just say Dabi?! Are you okay in there?” It was Kao.

Horror clawed away any kind of afterglow as you cupped your hand to your mouth, leaning up on your elbow and whispering, “What do I say?”

Dabi’s voice was just low enough to hide behind the pounding of Kao’s fists, “Do you trust me?”

Before you could answer the hero behind the wall called your name again.

“If you don’t answer me in five seconds I’m breaking this door down!”

Your gaze flickered from the front door to the villain that was wiping your slick from his chin.

“Yes,”

Dabi grinned, grabbing your wrists and holding you against his shirt, one hand wrapped painfully around your tits and the other erupting with blue fire in his palm.

“Come and get her, hero!” You made a confused squeal, thrashing around in his grasp, eyes wide and afraid as Dabi shushed into your ear, trying to calm you down.

‘Like hell if you’d calm down, he’d practically just signed your death sentence!’ you heaved against the fugitive, trying to shake yourself free to no avail.

All you could do was squeeze your eyes shut and imagine you were somewhere else as door was jolted in its hinges, the doorknob falling with a distant clang, and before you could beg Dabi to stop whatever stupid game he was playing, Kao ran into the room, eyes furrowed and fists raised as the door squeaked on the loose hinges behind him, blissfully unaware.

“Where are y—“ Kao’s voice paused mid-sentence, you flinched in Dabi’s hold, the heat of the redhead’s stare washing over you, naked and wet, making you tilt your head down, trying to hide yourself from the world.

“Isn’t she cute, hero?” Dabi rasped against you, the heat of his fire illuminated against the sweaty sheen of your trembling body. Kao didn’t know what to do, flustered and struggling to hide the tent in his latex costume.

You knew fighting back against the villain was pointless, falling limp in the strength of his arms as he chuckled into your neck, looking over at the bump in his pants, “You were right, babe, I think he likes you,”

“Get your filthy hands off of her!” Kao screamed, diving towards the couch with his fist raised back.

Dabi simply grinned, carefully hovering his flame ever closer to your now bare tits, you couldn’t help but scream at the proximity, and whatever plan Kao had in his mind died before his fist could make impact.

His novocaine laced voice spoke calmly beside your ear, “Any closer and she’s dead,” The hot rush down your legs wasn’t due to his flames, as one hand took to rubbing your sensitive sex, the sounds it elicited from you unintentional and mortifying under the presence of Kao in the room.

“What... what do you want, you bastard?” Dabi laughed at that one, tweaking your clit between his fingers and conducting the most beautiful notes from your pillowy lips.

“I think It’s pretty obvious what I want, don’t you think?” Your name on his lips sent you keening against him despite the inferno roaring inches away from your skin. He couldn’t move without Dabi’s flames hovering ever closer to your heaving chest, and to Kao, you were very clearly about to die. Although you didn’t believe Dabi would hurt you, he had asked you to trust him before he got Kao’s attention, after all, the line between foreplay and conflagration was becoming blurry.

Kao backed up into the half wall that separated the living room from the kitchen, barely making an effort to try and hide his erection anymore, “I’ll send you to fucking Tartarus for this, Dabi.”

“Oooo, scary,” His unlit hand trailed down your jawline, tilting you to his side until he could slide his tongue into your open lips, humming into your mouth, “What do you think, doll?

“Dabi, please... wait,“ The strength in your voice wasn’t as heated as before, and even you had to admit it sounded half-assed.

Kao’s quirk must be no good for long range because all he could do was stand there, trying to avert his eyes from your drooling cunt in favor of glaring daggers at the coy villain pulling soft mewls from your lips, “I swear... I’ll see you rot in prison for this. You’ll be fucking executed, you rapist—“

“—woah, woah, that stings, hero. Doll, is that really what I’m doin’?” You groaned, not exactly answering because you couldn’t hear the question, your eyes still shut tight in embarrassment.

The growl in his voice sent another soaking rush towards your pussy, as his hand grabbed you jaw, pulling you up, “Look at me,” Your eyes widened at the sight of Dabi so close to you, his chest warm against your back, the aches of your last orgasm fading into something new.

“Tell me to stop, princess, your call,” Time stood still as Dabi kissed a soft pathway along your neck, weirdly gentle as he listened for your response, his clothed hard-on pressed firmly against your ass.

Too flustered to speak, you merely wrenched your arm free from his grasp, carding you hand through his hair and pulling him to your desperate lips. You could feel him tug into a smirk against you as your hips eagerly ground themselves on him despite the audience.

Kao choked on his own spit, stepping backwards, but stopped when Dabi aimed his ignited hand towards the hero who was having difficulty piecing together your actions in his head. “What,” His voice cracked when he called out your name, “are you...?”

Dabi pulled away, a feral glint in the blue hidden beneath his hair as he licked a disgustingly wet stripe along your cheek, chest rumbling behind you as you squirmed at the gross feeling, “I’m still gonna need you to beg, sweetheart.”

Your dignity was hanging by a thread, hinging on whether or not you followed his lead, but the insane buzz your anxiety had stirred up under Kao’s confused stare and Dabi’s aching cock was impossible to ignore. He rut himself into the dripping curve of your ass, his jeans soaked with your slick as you found the courage to speak.

“Fuh...” Carefully, Dabi pressed a loving kiss to your temple, his stare fixated on Kao’s as you strung the syllables together, “Fuck me, Dabi,”

The hero couldn’t believe his ears. She’d turned him down countless times despite his pursuits, yet she was somehow fine with this? Kao briefly thought that perhaps his crush was a villain this whole time, but that couldn’t make sense with her weak quirk.

You felt Dabi twitch beneath you, the shameless way you showed yourself off was as humiliating as it was hot, and he laughed in lightheaded disbelief against the back of your neck, taking your ass in one hand and slipping the other down his pants, tugging off the painful metal zipper until his boxers were pulled down just enough for his cock to finally be met with the soft warmth of your cunt.

“As the lady commands,” Dabi grinned, reaching around your waist to take his pierced dick in his hand, rubbing and tapping his swollen head deliberately against your clit, pre-cum drenching your pussy as you felt boneless in his arms.

“Ah-! St..S-top tea-sing, Dabi!” You babbled, squirming to try and find an escape from his grasp or maybe trying to force him inside you, but all your struggling did was make him harder. But before you could beg, you froze at the sight of Kao a few feet away, his legs bending into a sprinter’s pose. He was going to run?

Dabi was having none of it, a controlled jet of flame grazing Kao’s knee, scalding the skin beneath the latex. The hero cried out into the bite of his fist, collapsing into the wall a few feet away.

“Nah, hero. You’re not leaving just yet,” The villain rearranged you on his lap, “See, the thought of you jerking off to my girl? It kinda pisses me off, actually,”

The color in Kao’s face drained as he had no choice but to sit and watch as Dabi slowly sunk you down on top of him, one hand drawing soft circles into your stomach as you reveled in the feeling of his piercings hot against every part of you.

“Though, I’m wondering, what did you think about, huh?” Kao sputtered, unable to form words just like you, formless noises falling from your lips.

His scarred hands grasped at the flesh of your thighs, raising you up only to shove you back onto his cock, the flames that still extended to threaten Kao suddenly flared up in time with his thrusts, the weight of him felt so much deeper at this angle and it was hard to breathe, let alone speak.

“I... nothing! I didn’t—“ Another whip of fire cut through the room from Dabi’s fingertips, a cast of blue leaving bubbling skin in its wake, pain flashing across Kao’s face.

“Fuckin’ liar,” You yelped as Dabi shoved you down, moaning into your ear as you squeezed against him, sobbing his name into his chest as he picked up a steady pace in your guts.

Kao cried out, stuttering and gripping along the inflamed line of skin, “I-I thought— thought about her... fuck— I just wanted her to suck me off, alright? There, I said it! Are you happy now?”

He must’ve realized the mistake in his words as soon as he said them, squeezing your eyes shut but having no choice but to smell the stench of burning flesh and hear the sound of muffled screaming as it filled your apartment, “Can’t blame you though, her mouth is God,”

Your hands scrambled for balance against Dabi as the screaming of his victim made him downright feral, filling your tight heat so well it had you crying.

“Damn, you’re soaked for me, doll, I just knew you were a kinky fuck deep down. You’re a slutty little girl for me, aren’t ya?”

As much as it hurt to admit it, he was right. He was painfully right, and you told him so. The unhinged, unstoppable force that was Dabi ignited a passion in you that’d never been fed before. He was torturing the hero you hated all while taking your cunt in deep, harsh thrusts, the metal imbedded into his cock and his chest behind you were blisteringly hot against your skin.

“Tell him, baby,” His question fell on deaf ears, your tongue lolling from your mouth a bit at the pleasure.

It caught you off guard when he drew his hand back and slapped you across the cheek, a blistering red handprint in its wake, saying your name so softly, turning off his quirk to run his hands through your hair, he whispered, “Tell that fucking hero who you belong to,”

The world tipped over as Dabi gripped your shoulders, pushing you onto the wooden coffee table so your ass stuck in the air. In an instant he was on you again, pounding into your cunt with a glazed fervor, your words downright biblical in his ears.

“On-ly... Dabi ca—Ngh, Only Dabi can fuck me this good,” You forced the words from your throat, thankful for the table serving as an impartial shoulder to cry on as Dabi lined himself up with your cunt.

“More, princess,” The snap of his hips had you drooling onto the table, catching sight of Kao’s slumped body in the corner as Dabi’s breath sounded much louder than before.

“Fuck, baby—” You cried, craning your neck back to look at him. Sweat glistened at the crown of his dark hair, steam shading his breath as he took you hard, “Your cock is— shit its so deep in me,”

Your nerves were spent from exhaustion as he railed you, being more vocal than before as he choked at the feeling of your walls tightening around him, his fingernails digging future bruises into your hip dips, “Wanna feel you cum in me, want you to fill me up— Dabi, wanna make you feel good,”

“Fuck, doll, I can’t...” He ground his teeth together, making you squeal as he mounted you from behind, spreading your legs out wide so you had no way to hide yourself, “Gonna fuck’n cum-gonna cum in you- fuck, fuck, fuck—!“

You both hit your highs at the same time, Dabi accidentally digging your face into the wood as he held you as tightly to him as possible, his cum running hot due to his quirk as he pumped you full, that broken cry of yours like music to his ears, humping you a few times to ride out his climax.

You felt warm and safe, Dabi’s weight a comfortable blanket even with your shivering skin pressed naked into the coffee table. However, the quietly groaning hero in the corner made you quickly come back down to earth.

“Dabi... did you kill him?” Your voice was small beneath him, but he just shrugged.

“Nah, not yet, don’t worry,” He kissed your neck one more time, his thumb rubbing circles into your indented stomach, pulling you off the table and back into his arms.

He pulled out of you and grinned at the sight of his release spilling down your thighs, “Damn...” he whispered, taking in the sight with a satisfied whistle, “C’mon Doll, forget about him.”

You were grateful he carried you bridal style to your bedroom, your legs gelatin at this point, and as he laid you down to rest he grabbed one of your discarded shirts that hadn’t made it to the hamper and wiped down the remains of sex from your twitching cunt before leaving the cum-stained top ignored on the ground.

“You doing good, baby? Didn’t go too hard, did I?” His concern was diminished somewhat by the grin on his face, satisfied with the mumbling, love-drunk form he’d reduced you to.

Shaking your head, you burrowed into the warm blankets, peeking your eyes out from beyond the covers in a way that even Dabi couldn’t deny was pretty cute, “No, just... what are you gonna do with Kao?”

His face was unreadable as he leaned closer, “Do you really want to know?”

Truth be told, no, you didn’t, you were just a civilian, far removed from the complex fight between heroes and villains. You were only in this situation because you’d grown to care about Dabi. In some small, sarcastic way, he’d wormed his way into your life, and he hadn’t hurt you so far, only going as close as possible to bring you over the edge again and again.

“No...”

“Good answer,” he stood up, tucking himself back into his jeans as he went back into the living room. You heard a muffled thud and what sounded like Dabi cursing before he reappeared in your bedroom, Kao’s unconscious body slung over his shoulder. For such a wiry guy, Dabi was pretty strong. Moving to the open window he basically threw Kao’s body onto the outside metal grating, his lungs uneven after carrying him.

Just as he swung his leg onto the windowsill you shot up in your bed, hand outstretched, “Wait!”

He turned back to look at you, genuinely confused as to what you could want.

“Kiss me before you go?”

He froze, then grinned, scoffing at the innocent gesture you gave so openly to a murderer like him. There had to be something wrong with his little villain-in-training to make her okay with it, just like him. Dabi ignored that thought for another day, striding forward and finally giving you the goodbye kiss you’d been denied last time, his tongue trying to map out every detail in case he could ever forget before pulling away with a warm softness to his ocean eyes.

“I think I might be starting to like you, Doll,” A feint rush of color fell on his unmarred skin and you’re sure your heart stopped beating for a good three seconds.

His words were a worn record being played over and over in your head long after he crawled down your fire escape, the teasing, sated haze in his voice hidden beneath a rasp of smoke. You weren’t sure how much he meant what he said, but you’re sure that the first thing you said in return was exactly what he wanted to hear; at least judging from the boyish smile that lit up his face when you said it.

“Come back soon, okay?”

“Okay,”

@effmigentlywithachainsaw @touyasfatcock @thicchaikyuuboys @awritersometimes @chey-the-simp

[is-nini]

Zhongli x reader x childe.

Their lover

WARNING

18+, size kink, master and daddy kink, aftercare, poly relationship,anal(?), Aftercare.

"Ahwwwww so cute she thinks she can talk~".

Childe cooed while your words turn into moan as soon as they went out, you wanted to say slow down to childe and Zhongli but all it sound like is "S-SLO- ANNGGG~ SLOW-HNNMMGPP! PLEAS-PLEA- AHNNGGG!".

Zhongli smile at your attempts to speak and rubs your stomach slowly as he felt his cock over your stomach, bulging as he went in and out of your stomach.

"Hah, you're okay love?".

Zhongli said, faking a concern voice out of his mouth while smirking, knowing that you're on cloud 9 and cannot think about anything right now.

"Ahwww, look sensei~ our little bitch is taking us soo well, she deserves a reward right?".

You shake your head as fast as you could, reward=cumming and you're so overstimulated by the that you'll go soo much more crazy than you already was.

Everything is too much, the pleasure that they caused, Childe's long cock inside your butt with Zhongli's thick one inside your pussy makes it really hard to think straight, you already cum 2 times on their finger, 1 times when they put it in, you're so overstimulated already.

But you're daddy and master knows you the best. They knew if they left you alone you won't be satisfied, you're greedy and they know you better than yourself.

"Such a pretty girl~ you're a pretty bitch for us aren't you~ so good, taking both of our huge cock so well inside you~".

Zhongli giggle while nodding his head, completely agree with childe.

"Childe look at this, her small body can't handle my cock. It seems like my cock is bulging.. such a pretty sight don't you think?".

Zhongli asked Childe, Chile look at your stomach and saw a huge bulging that Zhongli's thick cock has caused. He smiled and push Zhongli's cock that's bulging in your stomach and rub it slowly.

"A-AHHNG! C-CHILDE! ZHO- ANGGHHNN- LI! S-SLO-! ANGGHH~".

They ignore the yells that you throw but.. the thing that they can't ignore is the fact that you didn't call them as by the rules said. Childe slap your butt as you mewl and moan for him, feeling another wave of pleasure comes in, clenching them accidentally.

".. you're clenching love, you like being called a cum dumpster aren't you? You liked being thrown around and used like a rag doll by us".

Zhongli said growling as Childe rubs your clit from behind. Zhongli's hand wonder to the back of your but and slap it, your body jerk forward which means that your clit is completely pushed towards Childe's hand.

"AH-AHHNG W-WANT! C-CWU-CWUM! AHH HNG~"(want, cum!).

Zhongli eyes darkened as he looks at you, he grabbed your chin and force you to look up. You're fave is red as your tounge rolls out, your eyes filled with tears as your sniffling and moan out incoherent words.

"What did you say? No one order you to say our name. You're calling us master and daddy. Is that understood?".

You nod your head as fast as you could as you felt his hand slap your butt again, your pussy clench and tremble as you feel both of their member twitch inside you, meaning that they're close too.

"Ahh~ fuck our little girl is soo good! Let's keep spanking her, her hole is cutely clenching around us".

Childe suggest, Zhōngli doesn't need to be tell twice as he started to spank you over, and over and over again. Loud moan erupt from your lips as his hand and their cock slams you.

"I'm- agh! Getting close-".

Zhongli grunt as he felt his cum shoots inside you, childe following him a couple of seconds after Zhongli released as you squirt hard.

When they pulled out, you're a mess, sobbing, twitching, moaning and mumbling as their cum seeps out of your worn out cute little pussy.

"Hmm, such a good little girl, good little girl, you did well love".

Zhongli said while smiling and rubbing your pussy to let you ride out your high. Childe giggles as he hold your body close to him.

"So so good for us babe, you're amazing. Here, have some water and pill".

Childe takes a glass from the side table and gave you the glass. He held it up for you to drink it with a pill.

"Good girl.. our good little girl".

Zhongli cooed while taking your trembling leg and stroke it from your hips to your thighs. He pick you up like a mother and a baby would and cooed while shushing you.

Chilee is preparing the bed and changing the sheets as Zhongli helps you calm down. He smiled at Zhongli as a way of saying that we can use the bed.

"Good girl we love you okay baby".

Childe said while helping Zhongli to make you comfortable. You're abit calmer but still a blabling mess, the only word they can hear from you is just a shaky thankyou's.

"Shhh, it's okay love were here".

Zhongli said while rubbing your arm. Childe giggle and pull you close to his chest as Zhongli pulled your hips to his.

"M-master-!".

You squeak out, feeling his cock against your thighs. Zhongli smile and sigh softly.

"Yes love, ignore it, keep squealing and my patience will run out".

And with that you keep your mouth shut. Their deep voice and warmth that Zhongli and Childe provide just gave you warmth and comfort that you need. As you're about to fall asleep you heard a voice from them saying.

"We love you".

[theywillcower]

can we get a more *d e t a i l e d* answer of what happens after cypher seees u in just a sweater & thigh highs 👀 ( gender neutral reader ) thank you so much love your work! :)

I have ascended to a new form of horny

Warnings: NSFW, biting

All Eyes (Cypher x Reader NSFW)

It was never quiet in his workshop, though he guessed it was quieter than it would be in Raze's, and even Breach's. Viper probably had the quietest, by virtue of the simplicity of her tech. Cypher glances up at the monitors above him just for a sec, to see if anyone was coming this way. He had his mask off, just for a little bit, to breathe easier. Hey, he couldn't keep it on all day. He had to eat at least. Besides, this way he could get a sharper look at the screens.

Nobody except them knew that he had this hookup. Nobody else needed to.

He pushes in his chair over to the desk, where a mug of coffee they brought to him sits. With just a dash of hazelnut syrup and cinnamon, it was exactly his order. They'd gotten to know him so well, Cypher thinks fondly, pushing back over to take a sip while looking at the monitors.

After only a second however he spits out the whole mouthful.

Well. They did know him didn't he?

He'd never quite been so pleased that the cameras had such high definition. One foot in front of the other, careful, to make sure that the sweatshirt barely grazing the tops of their thighs, did not ride up and show underwear. No... that was for him. Those tiny spaces of bare skin, in between those thigh highs deliciously highlighting every contour and squish of their legs... so innocent. They had probably thrown that on because they were tired, so late. They'd been together not long, and had seen (or felt) each other naked-- they'd even seen glances of his face. And yet there's something even better about those incidental spots of skin, begging to be marked. His cock strains against his pants at the thought.

He glances at their location, the Western Southbound hall. It was late. Probably everyone was asleep, except him. And them.

A mischievous smile stretches his face.

Perhaps he could meet them halfway.

-

How late was it, exactly? They yawn, rubbing their hand against their eyelids. The coffee cup in their hands was actually peppermint tea, a blend Sova had recommended. Sasha, unlike Cypher, sweet rose, Aamir, my lovely prince, did not have pure caffeine running through his veins. He was in his lab, they knew, and likely would be for a few more hours before collapsing into bed beside them for a few hours sleep.

They had wanted to be comfy. It wasn't chilly per se, but it wasn't warm. Perfect blend, feeling cute. Theyd had to take one of Cypher's--

"Well now."

They blink, looking up. The masked man of mystery stands before them, snaking his arms around their waist. They laugh, their own arms going around his neck.

"Hello handsome. Going to bed early?"

"No, actually. I was looking through the cameras... you know, looking for midnight intruders... when I saw something out of the ordinary." One hand snakes down to their butt, squeezing and making them gasp. They can hear the smirk in his laugh.

"This pretty little thing, out for the taking."

They swallow. Their mind races to think of something to stop the blush in their cheeks.. "But I'm not."

"Oh?" He sounds surprised.

"Because I'm yours."

There's a pause. The laugh he lets out is downright sinful. Gripping tighter, pressing them back against the wall. "Now THATS what I like to hear, little rose." He leans in, warm breath coming out even through the mask, and making them shiver. "Im going to make you BLOSSOM."

"H-here?" They glance to the side, but.... the doors are closed..?

"I sealed it off. I don't just have access to the cameras, you know." The scratch of stubble on their neck, he's pulled his mask up. Their eyes widen.

"B-but--"

"Dont worry. They'll see nothing. But I will see everything." Under the hem of their sweater go his hands, grabbing and lifting them up like a featherweight. Lips press hungrily against their neck, nipping, kissing, making them whine.

"R-R--"

"Aamir tonight. I want to remind you who your prince is."

They can't help but roll their eyes. "Sure."

"Dont give me attitude. You want me to stop?"

Their stomach sinks. "No..."

"That's what I thought." Before they can give any more snark, he kisses them, their head almost banging against the wall. They whimper as he lets one leg down, pulling off one glove with his teeth and beginning to tease their entrance. A loud whine escapes their lips, only for them to clap their hands over their mouth. Cypher only chuckles.

'"These halls are soundproof. We might have to be quick--" he gently presses a finger in, making them gasp, "But you can be as loud as you like."

"A-Aamir..."

"Mmm..." his mouth makes its way to their collarbone, pulling the sweater aside so he can reach it. "You sound SO delicious when you're nervous. I can tell."

"Y-yeah, because youre-- ah! About to screw me in a hallway," they push back, as he inserts another finger, slowly scissoring them open. "And--"

"Im hurt." His voice certainly betrays a sense of teasing, as he unzips his pants. "You don't think that I can cover everything? No one else will hear you. You're mine," Cypher growls, and they choke as his cock slowly slides in, the stretch slightly painful and all too satisfying. "And no one else gets to see what you look like fucked out."

A choked sob is practically gifted to him as he slowly thrusts in and out, pressing them up against the wall. The thigh highs have gradually moved down their thighs, where he grips on one sure to leave bruises. Deep, quick thrusts chasing each of their highs, Cypher's face perpetually buried in the crook of their neck. When he hit a certain spot deep in them, they let out a cry and looked back up at the wall. They caught sight of the camera, blinking red, and immediately turned away.

"No no, sweetheart. Smile for the camera." One hand turns their chin to the camera again, licking at the bruises he'd formed on their neck. "Im going to remember this. Just how--" he grunts, thrusting deeper, "Fucking INNOCENT you looked... did you think you could get away with it, darling rose? Flaunting your pretty little legs like that, no pants, practically begging someone to bend you over and fuck you silly." To prove his point he quickly pulled out, moved them so their hands were braced against the wall, and thrusted back in, burying himself to the hilt in one stroke. They scream at the movement, as he regains a ruthless pace, kissing at their neck and panting in their ear, voice but a hiss,

"No. Tell me who that pretty little hole belongs to, hm?"

"You," they choke, one of Cypher's fingers reaching into their mouth. He hums, a particularly deep thrust having his cock hit their sweet spot.

"Again."

"You. You."

"Use your names, pretty one..."

"Im yours, Aamir, y-yours!"

With the last word he grunts, forcing himself as deep as possible and letting them feel him. Spurts of hot cum floods them, dripping out around his cock still in them. As he pulls out, they shake, whining as he gently fingers his cum back in them, zipping himself back up.

"Youve made a mess, pretty rose. Come here."

Like a rag doll they let him scoop them up, snuggling against his chest. His lips press against their forehead, a strangely soft gesture given the bruises on their thighs in his fingerprints and the cum soaking their underwear, dripping down into the top of the thigh highs they had put on so innocently before.

"We both need some rest, yes?"

They hum in agreement, but they freeze. "T-the cameras--"

"I have access in our apartment. Don't worry." Another kiss. They roll their eyes.

"So this was recorded?"

"Of course. To watch back and critique our form."

They swat at him as the doors hiss open.

"Fuck you."

"Just did."

"I love you."

"Love you too."

[cherryplasmids]

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           After another tiring day filled with paperwork, one arrest, and nasty insults, Nick just about had it. Even after he saved the world (along with Ward), the working conditions within the Los Angeles Police Department remained the same. Day in and day out, he's being overlooked for serious cases to do intern filing. The harassment has dwindled a tad bit since Pollard had been disposed of, but Nick still feels the suppression by his peers and superiors. No matter what he does, it'll never be enough.

The only good thing about being the only Orc is the fact that he can do nightly patrols alone. He can listen to smooth jazz or orcish metal without Ward bugging him about it. The thoughts swirling in his head can be sifted through in quiet. There's plenty of endless opportunities he can grasp onto during night patrols.

One of those opportunities is the chance to speak to you without Ward pestering him to hurry up. No, the nighttime allowed Nick to savor a few, undisturbed moments with you before he clocks out.

By the time Nick pulls up to the bodega you work in, it's a downpour with thunder in the background. Surprisingly, the usual shining yellow lights are completely out and the front of the store is closed up. Nick looks down at the dashboard where the red digital clock shines: 11:37 pm. His forehead furrows. The bodega's closing time is 1 am, not 11 pm. It's odd and a bit saddening. Nick deflates at the missed opportunity to see your gorgeous smile. Even more so when he realizes he has tomorrow off.

He'll wait for the next chance.

Putting on the windshield on the fastest mode, Nick peels out of the sidewalk and continues his patrol. He has less than half an hour left on his shift. He'll make the best of it by driving slow since the usual bodies walking the streets were gone to avoid being drenched. The thunder calmed his sadness as he drove. However, he noticed someone walking the streets. Ward's voice automatically rang through his brain, ‘don't be too nice, it only causes problems.’

But when did Nick ever truly listen to Ward's negativity? No, he wasn't going to let someone potentially get pneumonia. So he pulls over to the shaking figure whose umbrella is practically broken. It doesn't shield the person from the rain at all.

Nick rolls down the window. "Excuse me!" The person halts and turns to him. He can't see who they are through the blankets of rain. "Would you like a ride? Can't have you getting sick."

Their head frantically nods before bolting inside his vehicle. Instead of sitting in the backseat, they slide into the front with him. "Nick, you are my guardian angel."

At the voice, Nick freezes. He knows it better than he knows most protocols for his job. Like a bee flocking to fresh flowers after a rainy day, he constantly attempts to be around that voice for rejuvenation. But that only happens when he's prepared to see you. He needs to hype himself up before speaking to you. After he saw the bodega closed, the energy simmered down to calmness. Now, he's anxious because the pep talk motivation is all gone. He knows he'll just make a right fool of himself in front of you.

You begin to shed your soaked jacket and the cardigan underneath before throwing them on the car floor along with your side purse. After squeezing out the excess water from your hair, you turn to greet Nick with a smile. It takes a lot of willpower for Nick not to stare at your hardened nipples.

"Hey," His voice cracks and he wants to die. "What were you doing walking in this storm?"

You dramatically threw yourself on the backrest before huffing. "Fernando told me to head home early because of the rain, but he fucking forgot to pick me up. Talking about being busy and shit. We all know he's too busy fucking Maria. I wanted to call Daryl but it's practically midnight and I know he would drag me through the wringer if I dared to bother him. Then, I was like," You gasp, "I can always count on his really cute but shy partner." You give Nick a sly look and he looks away bashfully. To keep himself occupied, he begins driving away. "But I realized that he never gave me his number so I just decided to walk instead."

Nick never knows how to respond to your teasing or flirting. The suave style his inner self tries to hype him with never sees the light of day. Instead, it's replaced with stuttering. "I drove by the store." Again his voice cracks, so he says it again. "To look for you. I mean to get a red-Redbull."

The expression on your face lets him know that you definitely heard what he said. "You do that often, you know?" He looks at you expectantly while making a right turn. "I thought in the beginning when I would flirt with you, that it was one-sided. You always look so damn uncomfortable. But then, Daryl tells me sometimes when you don't have the night shift, that you still pull up to the Fernando's at midnight. I thought to myself, why would Nick do that if he obviously doesn't like me?" You snap your fingers. "But then I started noticing the little glances you threw at me, the little compliments, and the adorable flush of dark blue on your skin. I knew right then and there that the feelings are definitely mutual.

"And yet, you never make a move." You sigh and mumble an "I don't get it."

This is the most conversation Nick has ever had with you and of course, he's fucking nervous. Inner Nick never prepared him for such a conversation. At this point, he just wants to jump out of the car and jog to the police station. He'll make an elaborate story about how he got hijacked by a gang. Yeah, he'll get more ridicule for it, but he doesn't care. As if sensing his dilemma, you reach over, grab his arm and tell him to drive a different way to your house. He doesn't question it but he's confused by the time he drives into deserted dirt-covered land. He turns to ask you about it, but the smolder you give shuts him up. Your hand returns to his bicep and it flexes underneath your fingers. After feeling his muscles for a bit, your hand travels to hold his chin. He watches you carefully, lips parted and eyes wide.

"Tell me what you want."

Nick stutters for a moment, unable to comprehend the situation. Is this a dream? It has to be. In this reality or any other alternate realities, you would not be sending out such delicious pheromones directed at him. Pants tightening and hands sweaty, Nick whispers his desires. He needs you now before he explodes.

You smile sweetly before leaning over and pressing a searing kiss on his lips. As soon as it connects, Nick is moaning as if you'd already sucked him off. A little pride swells in your chest. While your working on his lips, your other hand moves down to rub his bulge, eliciting even more moans. It's making you extremely hot. So, you move away from him and take your shirt off, leaving your bra-less chest hanging out. Eyes wide, Nick looks around frantically.

"We can't—" You cut him off with another kiss to his lips.

"Do you trust me?" He nods eagerly. "Then trust me when I say no one comes here. Now let's take this to the back, shall we?"

After quickly going from the front seat to the back while trying to stay as dry as possible, you pounce on Nick, hands roaming his broad chest while he tentatively moves his hands to cup your ass. A low moan comes from you and in turn, Nick grabs them harder. His lips begin to trail down your neck as you're grinding on his restricted cock.

You're chanting for Nick to fuck you already. Words like 'please', 'fuck me', and 'oh god' fill the air alongside low growls from Nick. Eventually, he's had enough with heavy petting and decides to let himself go. You barely get a chance to see his cock before he's ripping a hole in your leggings, moving your panties, and inserting himself within you. A loud gasp emits from your lips as you try to grind yourself down some more. But you can't.

No, Nick is in charge.

His powerful thighs give him the leverage to pound into you at unknown speeds. You once even said faster, and your boy complied swiftly. His hands grab your hips hard, using you as a rag-doll as his rhythm picks up and you're getting fucked to the point your seeing stars. There's drool seeping out of your opened mouth and Nick takes it as a chance to lick it up before digging his dull tusks into your neck. As soon as he does, the Big Bang happens behind your vision, the built orgasm just exploding.

Despite this, Nick continues. Your pussy is oversensitive but you don't tell him to stop because he hasn't gotten his fill yet. But you know you're going to orgasm again before he does. Not even a minute later, you do. At this point your begging Nick to finish. You begin to kiss his neck, searching for his sensitive spot. When you do, you suck on it as if your life depends on it. That does it for him.

A deep, loud orc growl emits from him as he says "Fuck!" Within seconds later, he's spilling his cum into you. It takes a moment for him to fully finish, but even after he's done, he still holds you.

"Oh, Nick." You breathily moan as you peel yourself off of him. Looking down, you find his uniform pants completely ruined—your juices mixed with his cum smearing his entire right pant leg. "We made such a mess."

Nick shyly smiles, his chest still moving at a rapid pace. "Sorry,"

Shaking your head, you lean forward into him and press a kiss on his sweaty collarbone. "You know how you can make it up to me?" He hums and closes his eyes, savoring your gentle touches. "By taking me to dinner and maybe, just maybe, making me your girlfriend."

His eyes snap open to watch your expression for a moment. A soft smile adorns your swollen lips, eyes on the verge of closing, and face devoid of any worries. His heart feels full of adoration, knowing that he wants to have you in his arms for as long as he can.

Without replying, Nick presses a kiss on your forehead, hoping that action alone can convey everything he wants to say.

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word count: 1,823 published: april 7, 2020 edited: n/a

[heathsbitch]

NIGHTMARES - e.o’c*

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (You know the drill, guys), Daddy kink, spanking, choking

Word Count: 2307

I knew the moment I walked into that room, he was pissed. Even then, that was understatement. He was furious. I wouldn't have minded if he had a good reason to be. But, he was just jealous. He was always so jealous and so protective. I would say it was cute but he wasn't kind in the way that he acted.

He was possessive, and dominant. But I was certainly not complaining.

Enoch was mad at me because I was talking to Horace. It wasn't anything special, we were just discussing peculiarities since ours are quite similar. Enoch just happened to catch me laughing at something at Horace had just said. It caused him to drag me up by the sleeve of my dress and all the way up to his room where he would continue to shout at me.

"What the fuck were you doing?" His accent became thicker as he shouted. "I was laughing at a joke, Enoch." I simply responded. He towered over me, his hot breath cascaded over my face. Nerves and anger rode through my veins. Enoch intimidated me but I didn't want him to know that because he would use it against me.

"What was that?" He kept his voice low. "I-I was laughing at a joke." My eyes were no longer linked with the chocolate ones of Enoch. They were cast at the floor. It felt like whenever he looked into my eyes, he could see all my secrets, all of my thoughts.

"Knees. Get on your fucking knees," His voice was calm even when he spoke. It sent shivers sprinting down my spine as I followed his orders. Enoch laced his right hand through my hair, yanking it to the side so my neck was exposed.

He used his other hand to trace patterns across my neck. They were light and teasing. A whimper fell from my lips, I wanted him to do something. No, I needed him to do something.

I hadn't realised it before but whenever he would raise his voice, it sent a warmth to my core. My heart rate would increase ten-fold. My hands would shake and shiver with fear and arousal. It was strange. And only Enoch could make me feel like that.

Both of Enoch's hands left me so he could undress himself. He ripped off his shirt and then made quick work of his trousers. "Look what you do to me, doll," He muttered as his cock sprang free and hit the bottom of his stomach.

Enoch grabbed his generous length in his hands and stroked it a few times before leading it towards my mouth that hung slightly open. We had done things like this before but every time I saw him, it sent me into a flurry of shock and wonder.

"Open up," He cooed, and I did. I parted my lips and let him wrench his cock past them, filling my mouth. He held me there, and began to thrust brutally into my mouth. He was rough and unforgiving. I felt tears form in my eyes, a reflex from the repeated brushing of his cock against the back of my throat, which had caused me to gag on him.

It was like a switch had been flipped and Enoch had been filled with darkness and pure lust. Hormonal rage ran through his veins but he couldn't stop himself. It felt too good.

"Is this all you're good for?" He asked, pulling out of her mouth to tap his hardness against my lips. "Choking on cock?" I whimpered but answered him anyway, "Yes, Daddy."

I could've almost sworn that his eyes had become even darker at the comment. Enoch grabbed my face again, his fingers digging into my cheeks. One hand left my face to tear the front of my dress, leaving my breasts to hang free in front of him.

He hummed, pleased at what he saw. His fingers left faint trails across my chest and my hardened nipples before wrapping itself in my hair again. He pressed against my lips, and I parted them, allowing him to push past them once more and fuck my mouth.

I kept my hands on his thighs through it all, knowing it was the only thing I could bring myself to do. Enoch was in control, and he constantly reminded me of that.

"I have half a mind to cum on your face and let you speak to the Bird. Everyone would know that you're mine then, even all the little ones," Another whimper left my mouth, I couldn't let him do that. The kids were too young to know of things like this, they were too innocent.

But so were we, once upon a time.

He pulled out of my mouth, but instead of going back to what he was previously doing, he bent me over his desk after he wiped all of his previous projects off.

He pulled my panties down my legs and slid his cock across my dripping pussy, making me whine as he brushed over my swollen clit. He offered a smack to my bottom, right before he shoved into me with one thrust. Enoch filled me right up, making me squeal loudly at the feeling of intrusion.

He placed his hand on my back, holding me down firmly as he began to move, not even bothering to slowly build up the pace so I could adjust. He started out hard and fast, fucking me without mercy, all while I shrieked and cried out. I was unable to do anything but hold onto the edge of his desk for dear life as he slammed into me, to the point where it was painful.

But the pleasure that came along with that pain was delicious, and I found my toes curling and my eyes rolling back. Enoch reached forward and grabbed me by the throat, yanking me back, all the while keeping his brutal pace.

"What's my name?" He breathed into my ear. My mind couldn't function properly and the only thing that came out of my mouth was a strangled cry. Enoch lifted his hand to my bottom as he delivered a harsh smack. "What's my name?" He repeated.

"Daddy!" I shouted. "Good girl." He moaned into my ear as he let go of my throat and clutched my hips in his surprisingly large hands. My hair was now a mess, falling down my shoulder as he continued to handle me lick a rag doll.

We were loud, surely everyone in the house had heard us by then but in that moment, neither of us cared. That single, subconscious thought of 'What if the kids hear?' had gone flying out of the window when Enoch first forced himself into me.

Much to my shame, I was already close. That familiar sensation gathered deep within me as he continuously slammed against that spot that was sure to have me soaking him in no time. "D-daddy," I barely manged to get out, "I'm c-close."

He pulled out of me and flipped me around on his desk so I was on my back. "You're mine," He growled. Enoch's perfect hair had fallen out of place and was now a mop of tangled curls. His lips were thick and wet, pulled into a smirk as he gazed down at my begging body.

"These are mine as well," He lent forward to suck one of my breasts, then the other, sure to leave teeth marks in his wake.

Then, he shoved into me again, causing me to cry out from underneath his body. Enoch leaned back, placing his hands at either side of my head as he started to move again. He quickly picked up his jarring pace.

He watched as my breasts bounced with each thrust, clearly amused and wildly turned on. My pussy was still so wet, and an obscene squelching sound filled the air with each thrust of his cock.  

My eyes rolled back as he took a moment to offer a few deep rolls of his hips, nudging against that spot all over again that had me whining pathetically, back arching off of the desk. Enoch grabbed my hand in an instant, pulling it down to my lower abdomen, just above my pubic bone.

He grinned as I looked up at him with wide, watery eyes. "You feel that? Feel Daddy's cock all up in your guts?"

"Y-yes." I squeaked, hardly able to form words. Enoch only laughed and lent down to kiss me, bruisingly so. Then, he brought his own hand down, placing it over mine and pressing down hard, applying pressure that was sure to have me release against him in no time.

I trembled, violently, hardly unable to focus on anything but the burning , blinding pleasure that was rushing through my veins. I wasn't sure if I was allowed to cum, Enoch was so un-predictable.

But my voice was non-existent at that point and I knew that I wouldn't be able to ask for permission. At that rate, I would gladly take a punishment for cumming without permission. Anything to finally release all of that built up pleasure and tension.

I didn't care.

Enoch used his other hand to grip my throat and he looked down at me, something reminiscent of a snarl and a smirk etched onto his face as he pistoned his hips into mine. The sound of skin slapping against skin was so loud it sounded painful. And it was, deliciously so.

At that point, incoherent sounds  were leaving my mouth. I had completely lost myself, immersed in a pleasure so divine. Again, Enoch laughed, leaning closer so he was in  my face. "Look at that," Another laugh, "Now, every time you speak to Horace, you can think of this moment. You will think of my cock ramming into you so hard that you've forgotten your name and how to function."

He mused in delight. It was then that he released my throat and brought that hand down, shoving it between my legs and roughly circling his fingers over my throbbing clit. All while his other hand was still firmly placed against my lower abdomen.

I knew I was done for then, it was only a matter of time before I let go. I didn't care how loud I got, I just needed a release. The pleasure was insurmountable and I couldn't help but scream. My hips raised from the desk as Enoch rutted into me, ruthless, animalistic, enough to bring tears streaming down my cheeks.

And then, as he leaned in close again, time seemed to slow. Everything faded away, and all I could see was his exquisite face.

"Come," He simply said.

And I did. With a low wail, I felt it overtake me, a warmth that spread from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. It swallowed me whole and sent me writhing across his desk, unable to make a sound as it ravished me.

Sure enough, I soaked Enoch, release surging from me and dripping down his cock and thighs. I finally came down, shuddering with the aftershocks of such a powerful orgasm.

But Enoch wasn't finished. He continued, even after it was clear that I was extremely sensitive. He never let up that wild pace until it hit him, and he all but shouted, overcome with pleasure. His seed spilled into me in a seemingly endless stream and I all I could do was lay there and relish in the wet, filthy warmth that coated my insides.

I was still in a haze, and barely noticed when Enoch had pulled out of me, pausing to watch his essence drip out of me. He took my face in his hand. "There's my good girl. I wasn't too rough, was I?" The lust had fallen from his eyes and all that was left was concern.

I chuckled at his comment, a small smile dancing upon my lips. "No, it was perfect." I whispered, my voice couldn't go louder. He laughed at my words as our lips met one final time before he left to get a towel so he could clean both of us up.

The next morning was strange. And incredibly awkward.

It had started out as a normal morning, aside from the fact that I awoke in Enoch's bed and could barely walk. We all met downstairs in the dining room for breakfast, as usual. But it was what came next that was awkward.

I winced as I sat down, Enoch on one side of me, Olive on the other. She took glares at me from the side and I could've sworn it was because she knew about last night. As Horace wandered into the room, slightly late, Enoch's words from last night bore into my mind.

'Now, every time you speak to Horace, you can think of this moment. You will think of my cock ramming into you so hard that you've forgotten your name and how to function.'

He wasn't wrong about that. He must've noticed the look of shock upon my face because he slid his hand into mine under the table. "Y/N?" Claire piped up as she reached for some bacon that was lying on one of the many plates.

"Yes, Claire?" I questioned back, a smile on my face. "Were you dreaming about your family last night?" Confusion rang through me, 'What did she mean by that?'.

"What?" I asked with a giggle. "Well I heard you screaming 'Daddy' so I was just wondering if you were alright."

My head snapped towards Enoch and he mirrored my actions. A crimson tint slapped across both of our faces as we noticed the shear scowl on Miss Peregrine's face.

[honeyandfiregame]

Little Red Rider

This self-indulgent werewolf poly smut was sponsored by @grimaugur - thank you for your patience! (2.8k words under the cut)

Even as you were buying it, you knew it was less a purchase for you and more a gift for him. Wearing it in front of the mirror, your heart started racing as you were thinking about his reaction...

You looked like a gift, all wrapped in red lace, the blush of your skin a lovely match to the color. The bra hugs your flat chest, skin peeking through the see-through fabric between the elegant patterns, the lacy panties frame your bulge nicely, but you know the real attraction is the heart-shaped hole cut out in the back. A perfect seduction to be unwrapped.

And just as you thought, he was so very pleased by the present. So much so, before you know it, you’re flat on your back on Zenos’ desk, ankles on his shoulders, hands in his as he thrusts into you so deep and good you feel like you’re melting. The red is darkening at the tip as your erection strains at the fabric and you moan helplessly, squeezing your fingers around Zenos’.

“I love this delectable view.” He smiles. “Thank you so much for the surprise, pup. Makes me want to just devour you more and more.”

It’s hard to hold a steady smile when you quake inside with every deep, dominating plunge of his cock into you, but you sink your teeth into the side your bottom lip and manage.

“You saying you’re gonna eat me? What a big, scary wolf you are,” you tease.

Zenos chuckles at that and lets go of your hands to lean down over you, shifting your legs to the crooks of his arms. He rolls his hips forward, pushing his hard length up into your walls in way that makes you arch your back, a whine drawn out.

“Yeah, the big bad wolf’s gonna eat you up,” he growls, his smirk flashing a prominent canine.

Though you feel a shot of excitement at the dangerous display, you can’t help but laugh. “Oh my god, I love you,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck.

His thrusts slow to a gentle, but deep rocking so he can rest his forehead against yours. “I love you too, bunny.”

Just after he says that, you hear the click of the door and freeze. Curious, Zenos looks over his shoulder, then winks at you.

“Hi, Day,” he calls back. Just as he does,  Day appears at his side, in the middle of removing his coat.

“Hey,” he greets casually and tilts his head to give Zenos a kiss, but even as their lips connect, Day’s scrutinizing eye is scanning your body. You feel your skin burning hot everywhere his gaze drifts, his expression unreadable.

Tossing his coat to the side, Day circles the desk and leans over you.

“What’s this?” He tilts his head. His finger hooks on the front of your bra and - snap! You flinch as he slips his finger away, shooting the band of the bra back against your chest. It was a tiny sting, barely anything, but by the twitch of his lips, you know he liked the way you jumped.

Zenos runs his hands down your sides to grab your hips as he leans back, gearing up for one, harsh thrust that makes you throw your head back and moan. Both of your wolves are leaning over you now, smirks on their faces.

“Oh, Little Red here decided he’d buy something frilly and offer himself up to a couple of wolves,” Zenos finally answers, returning to a more even, pleasure-inducing rhythm. “Wanna get a taste yourself?”

You flash Day a smile and he returns his own insincere, wolf-toothed version of the gesture.

“Hm. Cute. I suppose I will.” He stands and unzips his jeans. “Or it’s more like he will.”

You lick your lips as he pulls his lengthy cock out, still only half-mast, waving it in your face.

Realizing this position isn’t going to work, you’re left feeling empty when Zenos pulls out. Ignoring your whimper of protest, you’re pulled off the desk and turned around. A hand on the back of your neck bends you over until your face is once again right in front of Day’s crotch.

Your body clenches with yearning as you feel the hot touch of Zenos’ cock, but he doesn’t slide in again. Instead, hands press in your soft cheeks, effectively slotting his shaft between them to grind teasingly against your hole.

Day’s hand on the back of your head draws your attention forward as he cants his hips, docking the tip of his hardening cock against your lips. Unable to resist the temptation of his lewd masculinity, your lips part, your tongue meeting the taste of his crown instantly.

He makes no indication he enjoys your ministrations on his cock, but you know him better than that. So, you brace your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady and lavish his shaft with your tongue and soft lips until it grows, flushed with blood and arousal coursing through his veins.

Only then, when you invite his eager erection into your mouth, does he let his pleasure show in the form of a near-growled hum at the back of his throat. It’s that sound that rushes excitement straight between your legs; you couldn’t get more hard if you tried. You might burst the moment Zenos gets it in his head he should fill you again.

Speaking of, Zenos seemed to have been enjoying the show for long enough, staining the back of those panties with his freely leaking pre and making the fabric stick to your butt. With no warning other than the heat briefly disappearing behind you and the grip on your hips tightening, Zenos thrusts into you again.

With your lips touching the knot swelling the base of Day’s cock, your throat filled with his meat, any sound from your vocal cords is severely muffled. But, still; your sensitive walls split open, sparks struck in your nerves, you moan. You moan loud.

Day grunts, his hips jolting against your face as his fingers curl into a fist in your hair. His veins pulse against your tongue, an involuntary spurt of pre coating the back of your throat and filling your senses with his inhuman musk. You pull back just enough to seal your lips around the head, suckling on his tip like you can coax more lewd fluid arousal from him.

“Mm. I like this position,” Zenos comments. His hand smooths over your back and finds a firm cheek of your ass, spreading it just a bit. “Lets me see everything.”

His hips press in close, filling you in a way you’ve already been but that feels new and right every time. It’s deep, intimate thrusts, pushing his cock almost too far inside you, but your body accepts it every time.

“Ngh, this was a bad idea,” Day grunts. You look up to see his eyes closed, head tilted to the side. “Every time you thrust, he makes a sound and I feel it in my dick.”

“Too much for you?” Zenos asks teasingly over you, a conversation like you’re not even there.

“As if... Ah, fuck.”

Day cradles your head in his hands. Recognizing what’s about to come next, you do your best to open your jaw wide and relax your throat.

Just like that, his cock spears your throat with a quick thrust of his hips. Zenos in the back helps set the pace and soon you’re bouncing back and forth, two werewolf cocks sawing in and out of you at both ends like you’re just their chew toy.

Zenos leans forward to rest his hand against your clothed erection - not even wrapping his fingers around it, just letting his thrusts push your cock into his palm and letting the panties overstimulate your tip, the wet patch already formed creating a friction that has your eyes rolling back.

Day’s cock throbs against your tongue, salty, intoxicating pre filling your mouth and spilling down your chin in a mix of saliva even as you attempt to swallow. Your legs feel weak, your shaky fingers struggle for purchase on the front of Day’s jeans, to keep you steady. Just a rag doll, a fuck toy for wolves wrapped in a pretty red bow, your head swims. Moans rise muffled in the back of your mind, involuntarily, wholly lustful in the flush of pink on your skin all over.

So good, your body’s locked in a struggle to keep your sanity for these tense few moments. You think Zenos is saying something over your head, but all sound is drowned out by the swimming pleasure and sound of skin slapping skin. You catch glimpses of Day’s face and you swear you see annoyance for just a second.

Suddenly, his cock is yanked free of your massaging throat muscles. You gasp for air you’d been deprived as Day lets you go and Zenos’ arms wrap around you, pulling you against his chest.

You let out a confused sound, but can’t form the words. “Just a little longer,” Zenos says in a husky whisper, breathing more ragged than before. “Just a bit. I’m close.”

As his rhythm speeds up, pelvis clapping against your ass, two of his fingers force themselves into your mouth, pressing into the soft, flat of your tongue and yanking your jaw down. You moan freely, the almost whorish sound now louder than ever, unburdened by the shaft once buried in your throat.

Speaking of Day, he’s not being left out of the action as he presses in close, his hand diving into your panties. Calloused fingers wrapping around your flushed, sensitive cock and soft, relentless lips against the column of your throat, you shake between the both of them, pleasure threading up your spine to stab through your cognizance.

Your inner walls spasm around Zenos’ shaft. You feel the growl in his chest against your back before your hear it right by your ear, the feral sound bleeding into a groan that has your knees going weak. Your body begs for more as you’re pushed faster and faster to the edge, eager, desperate even, for all the pleasure they can induce within you.

Zenos can barely gasp another warning before his hands fall to your hips to brand finger-shaped, wine-colored bruises into your skin as he yanks your ass back against him. His cock swells and you’re instantly flooded with the heat of his seed fired off inside you, painting your walls sticky white.

His bucking against you and Day’s hand twisting around your slippery cock, stimulation from both sides, you can’t take it anymore. You throw your head back, muscles seizing, as you’re plunged over the edge.

Your needy cock jumps in Day’s grip, dirtying his hand with the spill of your semen over his palm. A cry rises in your throat as you tremble in the strong grips of men completely enraptured by your body.

Almost as quickly as it started, it ends and you’re left empty when Zenos pulls his cock out with a slick sound. Finally reaching their limit, your legs give out and you slump to your knees, slipping free of their grasps.

You don’t get a moment to collect yourself before Day grips your hair again. Oh, right. You came, but you’re not done yet.

You flash Day a tired smile as he tilts your head back. His free hand wraps around his shaft, blatantly smearing the cum you coated his hand with on his cock. He says nothing, but the look in his eyes says everything. The way he looks down on you, like he couldn’t be more pleased by the sight of you on your knees, the flush of your cheeks, the loose way you just let him manipulate your body. He’s not an Alpha, but he is your Alpha. He and Zenos, both. Claiming you as their own; an ownership you’re glad to accept.

And now he’s standing powerfully over you, pumping his fist up and down his hard, hot cock and you know what he’s got in mind. But what he doesn’t know is what Zenos has got on his mind.

With no warning, the previously disappeared Zenos comes up behind Day, leans into his side, and slips his hand down to Day’s crotch.

“Ah!” Day jolts, but it’s not a displeased sound out of his mouth as Zenos’ fingers wrap around Day’s knot. Immediately his expression changes, his sensitivity exploited too much for his mask of stoicism to cover the failed stifling of his pleasure across his face.

Eager to work with Zenos, you muster the last of your strength and swoop in. Day’s balls churn with the need for his release as your lips meet his sack, your tongue curling out to lavish the full, heavy orbs in the worship they deserve. Day groans more openly than he ever has, his hips pushing forward, surely independent of his input.

“Ngh, you’re such a jerk,” Day grunts, but the lewdness coating his words takes the punch out of them.

Zenos presses a kiss to Day’s cheek. “We’re just eager to get you off,” you hear him whisper against Day’s cheek.

Pulling skin between your lips, the hickey you leave on his balls will fade quickly, but the trembling of his precious sensitivities is satisfying in itself.

Day swears loudly, Zenos’ expert fingers playing across his hypersensitive knot and your eager mouth between his legs just too much for him. Barely a second later, he’s cumming.

His voice breaks when it tries too hard to cry out the way it needs to convey his pleasure. It’s almost cute, but you know he’d hate it if you said that.

His knot swells in Zenos’ hand as his hips buck. A rope of cum fires off from his tip, but the rest just spills forth, no force to it, the inhuman volume just too much to do anything other than flow down his shaft. You feel it in your hair, your eyelashes, sliding down the bridge of your nose, catching on the corners of your mouth.

You don’t mind. If anything, it makes you part your lips, your tongue dragging up the underside of his spasming cock to catch every last drop of cum it has to give.

A trickle of blood slides down Day’s chin from the force with which he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.

He finishes off by angling his dick down to dribble the last of his cum down your collarbone, letting it pool in your bra. You shiver at the feeling of your perky nipples rubbing against the now-soaked, lacy fabric with each movement. Willing yourself not to get hard again, for the sake of your poor overworked nerves, you sit back and smile sweetly up at your boys, mess that you are right now.

Leaving Day to deal with his sticky mess, Zenos circles around him to kneel beside you. He leans in, ignoring the cum still staining your skin like it’s nothing, and your lips meet almost chastely, a gentle, sweet kiss.

“You’re the best, bunny. I love you.” That smile could win over a million hearts, but here he is, smiling for you and you alone. Though it turns a little sheepish as he looks down, taking in the state of your brand new lingerie. “...Sorry about this. I hope they clean up alright.”

You shake your head. It’s what you bought the set for. You’re more than glad if they’ve both gotten some enjoyment out of it.

“You’re a right mess, though,” Zenos sighs, then another smile tugs at his lips. “Wanna take a bath with me?”

He chuckles at your eager nod, then looks to Day, who’s still standing there, softening cock still hanging free from his zipper, staring down at his hand. He meets your gazes, clearly contemplating something. Something Zenos catches easily.

“Day...” His tone is warning, expression just on the cusp of exasperation. “You know you have to clean up properly this time.”

Day clicks his tongue in annoyance, eyes rolling away from the chastising Alpha. “I know.”

He probably wants to just tuck himself back in his pants and escape the syrupy sweet affection that comes after this kind of play, but not this time.

You’re lifted into Zenos’ arms with ease, comfortably cradled against his chest. As he turns to head to the bathroom, you catch Day’s gaze again. You smile at him, reaching your hand out.

He eyes the offering and it’s like you can physically see his resolve cracking. Finally, he slips his hand into yours, flashing what only you know is a smile, just for you.

Dating two werewolves at the same time is sometimes exhausting, sometimes irritating, sometimes awfully sticky. But you can’t imagine having it any other way.

[imababblekat]

Imagine Yandere Tfa And Tfp Starscream’s Worlds Coming Together

(A/N: Aaaw, thank you anon!! This was a very interesting prompt, and I enjoyed it, but I’m going tbh and say it wasn’t an easy one either!! ^^”)

~

The two Decepticon’s circled one another, optics sharp and never leaving the other, as though they were two lone wolves ready to lunge. Though shorter than his Animated counterpart, Prime Starscream still held his chin high and posture fierce. The other Screamer looked down at the other, just as fierce and ready for a fight as well. Besides eyeing the other for any aggressive advances, the two also took in the appearance of the other. They were very much different in appearance, but still somehow also the same. They had some very small, but similar details to their frames, but the biggest indicator that they were the same person, was the unsettling vibes they each gave off.

“How is this possible?”, Animated Starscream questioned, stopping when his counterpart had done so as well.

“Well, there’s many answers to that question, isn’t there? I’d ask you the same, but by the dumb cluelessness of you expression, I’d say you don’t know either.”, Prime Starscream scoffed with a sharp grin.

His alternate self only cackled, causing him to falter for a second, but quickly put himself back into a defensive stance.

“You’re only insulting yourself.”, the other smirked with crossed arms.

Huffing, Prime Starscream mimicked the others stance, neither realizing or taking note of this.

“We are not as alike as you’d wish us to be. A sparkling could tell who’s clearly the soupier one here.”

The insult rubbed Animated Starscream the wrong way, and he was ready to twist it and throw it back at this spiky, sleek version of him

“Yes, you’re right, they would no doubt choose me.”

Prime Starscream glared at the smirk thrown his way, and he jabbed a sharp finger at Animated Screamers chest plate, neither realizing they had stalked towards each other in their dispute.

“Oh? Now would they do that? I’ll have you know I’m Second In Command of the Decepticon Army, as ordered by Lord Megatron himself!”

The other, taller Starscream scoffed with a hearty laugh.

“Second In Command?! Try Leader of the Decepticons!!”

Prime Starscream sputtered, optics blinking before he growled and glared.

“I was leader to you know!”

Animated Starscream smirked wider and, to add a little more bite, knelt down to be just barely above face level with Prime Starscream.

“Were you now?”

Anger being further fueled by the demeaning stance of Animated Starscream, as well as his baby talking tone, Prime Starscream couldn’t hold back his next words.

“Yes I was, till that blasted Megatron came back to life!! I should have left his cursed body to die in the endlessness of space!!”

At this Animated Starscream’s optics widened and he straightened up, looking down with a raised optic ridge.

“You have tried to off your Megatron?”

Prime Starscream forced laugh, waving his servo about while shaking his helm.

“Tried? Yes, too many times to count.”

“And he always seems to bounce back like nothing you had done ever happened?”

“Yes! Every time! Wait. . .how do you know this?”, Prime Starscream eyed his counter part up an down.

Animated Starscream groaned, “Blew that blasted scrapper to the After Spark, only to find him still alive-as a head!! Now he’s whole again, and I swear he takes joy in chasing me down just to throw my body around like a rag doll.”

Prime Starscream self-consciously reached for his side, an area heavily beaten when his own Megatron had had enough.

“Perhaps we are not so different. . .”

“Perhaps not. . .”

The two fell into a silence, each holding their own chins in deep thought. Neither truly believed in fate, but is it possible this could be the Universe’s hidden reason to both their worlds combining? Clones are one thing, each had tried that method, but two original Starscreams working together? Well, that could produce some very satisfying results.

“Are you think the same thing I’m thinking?”, Prime Starscream grinned wide.

“That two brilliant, devious minds come together to use their own experiences to take down both Megatrons? If so, then yes, I am.”, Animated Starscream stated proud, with gleaming optics.

“Well, then do we also have a deal?”

Prime Starscream had his servo already outstretched before the offer left his mouth, and Animated Starscream was ready to take it. However, when the later outstretched his own servo, something worn around his index finger caused Prime Screamer to snap forward and grab a tight hold of his wrist. Starscream, either one, could easily lose their cool, but the deadly glint and near denting grip of his grasp, could not be seen coming for miles. It startled Animated Starscream, the later feeling panic wash over him, but before he could fight or flight, his crazed turned counterpart violently moved his servo before them both.

“Where. Did. You. Get This?”, he gritted through tight clenched denta, optics lazer focused on the other Starscream as he moved the object more into view.

It was a necklace, simple but cute. The string was a leathery brown, and the pendant was an adorable, silver star. Gaining control over his panic, and a scary protectiveness washing over him, Animated Starscream leaned forward, face just inches away from the snarling Prime Screamer.

“It’s none of your business.”, his voice was low, and guttural, so unlike the loud, cackling Starscream others from his world knew him to be.

Prime Starscream let go of his wrist, but not once did his expression change or falter, instead he opened up a small subspace to retrieve the same little object that the other Starscream possessed. They were exactly identical in every way, from the wear of the leather string, to the curves of the signature of the person it belonged to on the back. When both Starscreams had raised their own possession, something between them clicked, and a dangerous, dark glint flitered in their sharp optics.

“Perhaps there is more then one reason we have been brought together.”, Animated Starscream suggested, bringing the necklace close to his spark.

Prime Starscream slowly nodded, a devious smile slowly snaking across his face as he tucked his own necklace close to his spark.

“Megatrons can wait. Why not show me around your world, and then I shall show you mine.”

Animated Starscreams way of agreeing was to transform, Prime Starscream following suit as both their powerful engines combined to shake the ground beneath them, and roar loudly across the land as they simultaneously took off.  If it was possible for two Starscreams to exist in a combined world, then it was possible for two Megatrons to exist, but more importantly than that, this meant there were two of you.

 ~xXx~

[sup-hoes-its-me]

Castle on the Hill (Jean x reader)

A/N: Hi. I really like this song so i thought i should write something. This time, the story is in second person, and the reader is gender neutral. Basically, this is a friends to lovers story with a twist ending.

Word count: ~2,500

When I was six years old, I broke my leg. I was running from my brother and his friends.

The sidewalk was very unforgiving, as was your brother. He was playing with his big kid friends, since they all were twelve and you were only in kindergarten. Your big brother loved you a lot, more than your mother and father combined; but that didn't mean he was free from teasing you.

His friends were laughing at you again. Apparently, your hair was messy and your clothes were stained with dirt, making you look like a 'rag doll'. He wasn't laughing too much, but still, he was having fun with his buddies. Your little heart was breaking, as it did every time he teased you or made you feel like a little kid. You were six whole years old. That meant you were a big kid.

Quickly, you stood up, abandoning the mudpie building on the ground. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but your hair covered it so they couldn't get a glimpse. How could he laugh at you like this? That's all you were thinking about in the moment.

As fast as your little legs could take you, you turned around and took off down the rocky path, heading anywhere but their direction. Your brother screamed behind you to come back, but you just kept running on short little legs. you was a good runner, and never ever fell. Yet, for some reason, you tripped on your own feet in the middle of the path.

When you went crashing down, a painful snap came from your leg, causing you to scream out. It hurt so much, worse than anything you'd ever felt before.

More tears streamed from your eyes as you continued to cry. You were such a baby.

As you struggled to stand and eventually gave up in a heap of heavy tears and painful aching, a boy walked up to your shaking form, his eyes wide with fear. He had a full head of shaggy dirty blond hair and his eyes were golden, like honey. He was about your age, but way taller. Everyone was taller than you...

"Hey! What are you doing here? My momma was scared since she heard you scream!" the boy exclaimed, kneeling beside the your scared and shaking form. You whimpered and pointed to the leg which was bent an awkward way. He cringed back, biting his lip to hold back his screams. You were shaking so bad, it would only make you feel worse.

He looked over his shoulder and then back down at you, holding out his hands. "My house is right there. Come on so my momma can call a doctor to help you," he urged, going to grab onto your hand. Hesitantly, you reached out and took his hands. Using all of his strength, he pulled you from the ground, only for you to scream more and shiver under his grasp. It hurt so badly to just move, and the pressure on your leg wasn't helping.

The boy took you under the arm and carried your hopping form to the front door of his house. "Mommy, let me in! We need help!" he shouted, waiting for a reply.

A tall woman with bright eyes and thick blond hair answered the door. Her eyes widened significantly upon seeing the sight before her. Two young children, one of her own in fact, injured and dirty. "Oh, Jean, what happened?! Get in here!" she exclaimed, taking you from her son and lifting you up over the threshold so she didn't hurt your leg more.

"Please, sit with them on the couch while I go send for a doctor."

And that's how you met Jean Kirstein. Your first and best friend.

Had my first kiss on a Friday night. I don't reckon I did it right.

You kissed Reiner in a game of truth or dare. It was late one Friday night, and everyone piled into the middle of the room, giggling and laughing their asses off, while trying to be quiet.

You remember leaning against Jean, whom everyone considered to be your surrogate brother by now. Outwardly, and even in your mind, you never really minded people calling the two of you siblings. It wasn't weird since you'd been friends ever since you were six. Yet, you found yourself cringing every time someone so lightly said it.

Were you really that close? Did everyone think of you as siblings? Did Jean think of you as a sibling? Your stomach turned awkwardly at the thought. You liked being close, but the thought of it being a family thing made you feel sick. At the time, you didn't know why either.

Suddenly, your name was called by Ymir, who was snickering like a wicked witch. That girl always gave you the major creeps, not to mention she was a total bully. Normally, she was only ever nice to her girlfriend Christa.

"How about I choose...(Y/N)," the dark-haired girl chuckled. You straightened a bit, eyes going completely wide with fear. "So, truth or dare?" No one ever picked you for these things. You always just hung out while everyone one else participated. Of course Ymir would be the one to force you to play.

You thought for a moment, but did you really have a choice? You would much rather do something embarrassing than give Ymir the power to learn any of your deepest secrets. "Dare."

"Wow, and I thought you were a coward," she laughed evilly.

Christa sighed, sending you a sympathetic look before reprimanding the tall girl beside her. "Ymir, that's rude-"

Sadly, her words were interrupted with the most terrifying request of the night. Her eyes were narrowed mischievously, so you knew that the second she spoke up, something awful could spout from her lips. "I dare you to make out with Reiner." Your heartbeat increased ten fold, and you clutched at Jean's coat anxiously.

She couldn't actually make you kiss Reiner? You really didn't want to. You were almost fifteen and hadn't had your first kiss yet. It was embarrassing and you never told anyone else but Jean. Now, you were going to be forced to waste it on something as stupid as a dare.

Part of you wanted to cry, and the other part wanted to run away. Either of those would have been better than what you actually did.

Reiner leaned over from two spots down, crawling over his best friend Bertholdt who sat between you. You cringed and looked away, trying to fight the urge to back out. "Come on. It's only a dare. I don't bite," he joked, his strong jaw fixed by the smirk on his face.

"B-but, guys...come on, isn't this a little impersonal?" You tried to ask, but Ymir only growled and pushed on your thigh with her boot.

"Don't be a prude, L/N!"

Jean just sat there the entire time, without saying a single thing or moving to help you. You were offended and hurt. Quickly, without taking a moment to think, you leaned forward and kissed Reiner as swiftly as possible. You pulled away and wiped your mouth of Reiner germs, grimacing intensely. That wasn't how you wanted your first kiss to be.

It felt so wrong. Completely and utterly disgusting.

"No way! I said to make out! You barely pecked him!" she protested. You sighed and leaned away, face beet red from utter embarrassment. Everyone was huddled in this circle, even Armin and Marco, and you didn't want to embarrass yourself any further.

You leaned forward again, letting Reiner take ahold of the back of your head. Her curled his fingers in your (h/c) hair, which was also a really weird feeling. Before you had a chance to prepare yourself, his lips pressed sloppily to yours. You didn't move much, and simply let him kiss you.

It felt all wrong and the person you were staring at was all wrong and the hand curled into your hair seemed too unnatural. Why? Why couldn't you just be a kid and enjoy kissing someone as handsome as Reiner? (lmao, reiner is definitely not that great of a catch)

I was younger then. Take me back to when I found my heart and broke it here, made friends and lost them through the years.

"Jean, I don't care what you say, I'm coming in!" You shouted, leaning against the door with a hand tightly wrapped around the knob. He'd been in the boys dorm room for hours. He didn't come down for breakfast, or lunch, or even dinner. In fact, he hadn't done his chores either but you covered for him.

You opened the door and walked in, shutting the heavy door behind you. Jean laid there on the bed, covers drawn up around his shoulders and his head tucked down into his pillow. Your heart broke for him, seeing him in such a crumbling state. He always tried to remain cocky in front of Eren and the others, but he was really upset.

Everyone is upset, how can they not be? The military is rough, and when someone dies every week from being in the survey corps, everything gets worse.

You didn't say anything else. Right now, all you could do was walk over to his bed side. You sat down on the edge of the bed, taking off your boots and throwing your jacket onto the floor. Without waiting for him to say anything, you collapsed on the bed beside him, curling up with your head resting on his pillow.

"I'll always be here for you, Jean. Don't ever suffer through this alone," You told him softly, pressing your nose into his hair. "Did something happen?"

"I was thinking about Marco, and Annie and Bertholdt and Reiner-" he confessed to quietly, his voice clean of any tears he might have cried before you walked in.

Sighing, you wrapped an arm tightly around his waist and hugged him. "I know. Marco was like a brother. I miss him a lot sometimes," your voice was merely a whisper. Truthfully, your heart ached for the freckle-faced boy who died too young by the worst means possible.

"And sometimes, I think about Reiner and Annie and Bert, and I still care about them. I still think it's cute how Bert always blushes and stutters, I still admire Annie for being so strong, and hell, Reiner was my first kiss. Those guys meant a lot to me, and even now that I know what happened, I still hate to believe it."

You just wanted to make him feel better. You loved Jean, you wanted to see him smile and fight proudly.

He shifted, lying on his back while you kept your arms wrapped around his waist. You stared at his profile while he mindlessly looked to the ceiling, his face void of emotion. His voice startled you when he asked, "Do you ever think about what life would be like if we grew up normal? If we still lived in Trost together?"

You thought about it a lot. In fact, you always thought of the two of you growing old together in that boring old town with his mother and your stupid brother. You would have been a member of the family business and he would have followed up his father's business.

You both knew that's what you really wanted. Didn't everyone want to go back in time and change the past...change that day when the wall fell?

"Yeah," you muttered, "We would have been so happy. My brother would have been a kick ass survey corps squad leader and my mom would have lived to see me working in the family business. You know... my mom always said we would get married one day. You and me, growing old together. Sounds like a dream now."

"My mom always said the same thing. She was always so excited about it."

"Jean, do you think we'll ever go back to those times? Living our lives?"

"I don't really know, (Y/N)."

You laid there for a while, simply resting to the beat of your hearts. His head came to rest in the crook of your neck and you rubbed his back along his spine, feeling his warmth through his shirt and on your calloused fingertips. Your lips were chapped from breathing so hard outside in the heat so you licked them subconsciously.

"Jean?" you asked, knowing he was going to answer.

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

I still remember, these old country lanes, when we did not know the answers.

His lips were cold against yours, moving so slowly you thought you might melt in his arms. Your back was pressed softly in the doorway and your head was tipped back in his hand. You held onto his neck with one hand and the other was securely on his cheek, bringing him closer.

Even if this was the fortieth time you kissed, it was always a different experience. The hall was only lit by the moonlight coming from the window in your room, lighting your profiles subtly. Your heart was beating normally, unlike before when it would beat fast just when he held your hand.

You pulled away and pressed your forehead to his, hot breath hitting your lips at an even pace. It was bittersweet, the romance. Friends since childhood turned to lovers over the span of a decade. Sometimes, it still felt so weird to you. Was this even real? Were you even alive, kissing the one person in this world that made you feel nostalgic?

Beautiful?

Loved.

"It shouldn't be like this," You mumbled against his cheek, lips leaving phantom touches on his scarred skin.

"I know." He paused for a moment before kissing your temple. "I love you just the same, maybe more."

"Jean, we're eighteen. We could have been married by now. Sasha could be the maid of honor and Armin could be the best man and we could-"

"I wish."

There was silence, other than the rapid beating in your chests and your shallow breaths. The hall felt so cold and distant, as if you could never make it out alive. In a sense, that was completely true. No one would make it out alive, defeat all the titans, discover every secret of the universe...It wasn't going to work.

And one day, you all would die. Not by old age. You would die like all our fallen comrades

With honor and wings of freedom engraved into your hearts.

I miss the way you make me feel, it's real.

Eren sat beside the boy with two-toned hair, his hands resting on the ground while his eyes stared at the sky, the orange fading to pink and then fading to purple until the darkness was settling in. Jean was crying, silently, but nevertheless, thick tears were streaming down his cheeks.

For the first time in years, Eren actually felt bad for the boy. No one deserved this kind of pain. And for Jean to opening cry in front of him only showed how destroyed he really was. "I'm sorry."

What else was he supposed to say?

Jean pulled his knees to his chest, hugging them tightly. His chin rested on his knees, still crying. He didn't dare look at Eren beside him. His heart was too broken to even think of talking to someone else at the moment. It would take time, he knew that, but at the moment, life was over. His entire world was burned.

"(Y/n) loved you a lot, you know? They used to tell Armin about your adventures together," he tried to say lightly, only to feel worse. Why would he say that? It probably only brought up memories. "I'm just so sorry-"

Eren felt the rage boiling in his stomach until he lost it, throwing his hands into the air and glaring out into the horizon. This wasn't right, nor was it something to be sorry about. It just made him angry. "God, why did this happen? Why do titans have to ruin everything?"

And we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill.

You were gone, just like everyone else in his life. The wings in his hand, stained with the blood of his fallen soldier, only served as a reminder to him just how much he lost. He lost his best friend, his lover, his soulmate.

His bed was sweet with your scent, sunken into his pillows and spilling from his sheets each time he threw back the blanket. No matter how many times he washed it, your soul still wafted there in the air like a ghost.

Yet, life goes on.

[randomly-random-jen]

Heaven Can’t Wait - Chapter 39

Chapter Thirty-Nine - Doing It Again

Bellamy wakes to singing. Off-key. In stilted Grounder. Heaven dances around the room, holding Bae out like her partner. On the bed, the tablet plays one of the movies from the night before. She must have restarted it on her own when she woke up. The overhead light blinds him, and he throws an arm over his eyes. Guess Raven got the power going again. A few minutes later, Bellamy hears the credits start rolling. Heaven comes over and starts smashing buttons on the screen until the music starts back up.

Great, I created a monster.

Her dancing and bellowing continue until it feels like she’s pounding the rhythm against his head with her foot. He forces himself out of bed to turn down the volume. “Okay, who wants breakfast?” he asks meekly, hoping to distract her with food.

Heaven scowls at the much quieter video then at Bellamy. She stomps her foot and points at the screen. He shakes his head. “It’s a little too early in the morning for dancing teapots. How about we get washed up, huh?”

She crosses her arms, Bae dangling from one chubby hand, and shakes her head, sending her hair flying everywhere. Bellamy bites back a smile.

“I think there are more apples on the menu, but we’ll have to get there early if we want any, so let’s get ready.”

She continues shaking her head. Bellamy laughs when she gets dizzy and falls over, landing with a thud on her butt. That just makes her angry. She growls and stomps over—somewhat off balance—and kicks his shin. He laughs harder despite the pain, collapsing onto the bed.

“I’m sorry—you’re just so cute when you’re mad.”

Not unlike someone else I know. He swallows hard then holds Heaven back with a hand against her forehead. She continues to try and hit him, swinging wide, but there’s a huge smile on her face now. Eventually, she just throws Bae at him.

He picks the doll up. “Looks like Bae wants breakfast, too. Don’t you Bae?” He makes the doll’s head nod. “Well, first we have to get washed up.”

He carries the doll into the bathroom and fills the sink with water then wets the end of a rag to wipe her face. He pauses before doing anything and scratches his head. “I’m not sure what to do next? Maybe this?” He puts the rag on his head. “It’s a hat right?”

Heaven rolls her eyes so hard he’s afraid they might fall out. She takes a second rag from a hook near the sink and wets it then scrubs her face. She tugs his arm until he squats down. She snatches the other rag off his head with an exasperated sigh then washes Bellamy’s face and hands. He smiles.

“You really know what you’re doing, huh?” He helps her dry off and use the toilet before they stuff their feet back into their boots. She smacks his hands away when he tries to tie hers. He waits as she plays around with the laces, tongue sticking half out of her mouth. All she manages to do is twist them into knots. Bellamy quickly ties them and scoops her up before she can get mad at the interference.

It’s still early so the mess hall is mostly empty which is fine by Bellamy. He’s not in the mood to socialize. Especially with his so-called friends.

There really are apples on the menu—this time served with dried plums and apricots. Heaven apparently doesn’t like plums. She takes one nibble and spits it out. Bellamy exchanges her four slices for all of his apples and apricots. Plums aren’t his favorite, but they can’t afford to be choosy.

They manage to make it through the entire meal without being interrupted and no catastrophes. As the line builds on the other side of the mess, Bellamy decides it’s time to go. He collects Heaven’s uneaten fruit, returning it to the plastic wrap before stashing it in his pocket for later. A menu written in chalk near the door says there will be some kind of beet soup for dinner. He’s simultaneously revolted and starving. His head pounds as he wipes Heaven’s hands and face with the corner of his shirt. If Abby finds out I’m not eating, she’ll kill me. He pops one of the pain relievers, swallowing it dry with a grimace as it gets stuck in his throat for a second.

Having no idea where else to go, he heads back to the Guard office. Heaven immediately runs to the coffee table where her paper and pencil are spread out. Bellamy drops into the chair with a sigh, watching Heaven scribble enthusiastically on the scraps, often running off the edges onto the table. He smiles, wondering suddenly if Clarke was like this as a child. He thinks about asking Abby but shakes off the idea. No need to get that personal—it would only invite intrusive questions into his own life.

He leans his elbows on the desk and rubs his fingers into his temples, trying to alleviate the tension there. His stomach rumbles in frustration over the lack of food. He knows from experience that the feeling will go away eventually once his body accepts that more food isn’t coming. He spent many weeks and months in starvation mode growing up splitting his rations with Octavia. He just needs to get through the hard transition while his body protests the new normal. The hunger headaches are the worst part of starving. His grades always suffered during those times, but he managed to survive this long.

I’ll survive again.

Maybe.

He frowns at his desk. Why was his own brain so negative all of the time?

Because being positive won’t save you from starving to death.

With a sigh, he straightens up and starts going through the reports from the night shift. It takes him three reports and fifteen minutes of making notes to realize Kane and David were both right about this job. He’s been doing it for so long already, he hadn’t even noticed.

“I’m so screwed,” my mutters.

Heaven’s head pops up at the sudden sound. She cocks it to the side, brow furrowed like she’s trying to figure him out then goes back to her drawing. Bellamy tosses the datapad to the side. This isn’t his job right now, he doesn’t need to do any of this. But what else is there to do?

Something other than this.

He gets up, thankful the pounding in his head is subsiding. “Come on, lets get out of here. We can go for a walk around the station. Get some exercise. What do you think?”

Heaven continues to scribble for a moment then sets her pencil down deliberately and picks up the paper to show him. It looks like a tornado of lines.

“It’s perfect,” he tells her. “Beautiful.”

Heaven beams at the praise even if she doesn’t understand the words. She glances at the paper then nods in satisfaction. Bellamy smiles. She never ceases to amaze him.

Holding out his hand, he heads for the door. “Come on, let’s go for that walk, huh?”

She admires the drawing one last time then lets it fall to the sofa, grabs her doll, and takes his hand, leading him out the door with a little skip in her step. Bellamy lets himself get dragged behind the tiny whirlwind of motion. He’s reminded again of Octavia as a child, getting him to do whatever she wanted with a smile and twinkle in her eye. He would have done anything for her. He did do anything. He sacrificed everything for her.

And I’d do it again. And again. And again.

He bites his lip as Heaven pulls him along aimlessly. I’d do it for her, too, he realizes.

Well, duh, that little voice says

Chapter 38 | chapters | Chapter 40 

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Cuddles

(Daddy/little girl kink. Long smut.) 

Everyone knows Sundays are for being un-apologetically lazy. It was getting dark outside; your bedroom was lit with soft light from your bedside lamp and fresh cotton scented candles that made you ache for cuddles from your sex god boyfriend Choi Minho. In Minho’s large shirt and PJ bottoms, you laid on your double bed, barely paying attention to the TV as you waited for Minho to come home from SHINee practise. You wondered if he’d be in the mood to snuggle after his intense workout but knowing your boyfriend well, he’d do anything to put his hands on your body. 

Minho walked in to the room with a cute smile on his face, his chocolate brown eyes glistening as the light hit them. 

“Hey Princess, missed me?” 

He greeted you as he hung his jacket up on the coat hook. Underneath his jacket was a simple white shirt that showed off his toned arms a little bit of his muscular chest. 

“A lot baby. Come cuddle with me?” 

You asked in the most adorable way you could; a voice that could usually get you anything you wanted. Reaching out your arms to him, Minho chuckled warmly, shaking his head like he knew what you were up to. Seductively, he walked up to the bed and leaned down to kiss you. His lips brushed and teased your hungry mouth, making you want more of him instantly. 

“Let me go shower first and then I’ll be right with you, baby girl.”

Your heart fluttered as you caught a glimpse of him lifting his shirt over his head as he walked in to the on-suite, showing his slightly damp dancer body. Hearing the shower being switched on, you day dreamed about a naked Minho, rubbing a soapy sponge over his godly body, droplets of water dripping from his chin. The thought made you even more keen to have his big arms around you, pulling you close and pressing your behind against his crotch. Minho must have been thinking about intimate cuddling too as he cut his shower unusually short. Your boyfriend sauntered in to the bedroom with a towel around his waist and a flushed torso from the heat of his shower; a delicious look in his eyes. 

“Now for that cuddle I promised.” 

Minho said before dropping the damp towel to the floor, revealing his semi hard manhood. Whenever that boy was around you, he couldn’t seem to help feeling aroused. Your jaw dropped slightly though you tried hard not to show it, instead you just turned on your side, ready to be embraced by him. Instantly, your craving for physical intimacy was satisfied as you smelled Minho’s manly scent whilst he wrapped his arms protectively around you. His touch was perfect, sweet, loving, his toes tickling yours fondly. Though, it seemed like Minho’s craving was not quite fed yet. Feeling Minho’s erection dig harder in to the crevice of your legs, he told you he wanted more. To yourself, you smirked; even after a long day of him singing and dancing, the man still had the energy and libido for sex. His soft, plump lips graced your neck as his powerful hands slowly teased you, moving down to your crotch. You bit your lip.

 “I missed you today baby. I couldn’t help thinking about your amazing body. I want it all to myself.”

 Minho almost groaned before eagerly grabbing your hips and turning you around to him. All so suddenly, you were pinned down by his strong grip, his body towering over you. His eyes gazed in to yours; he smiled wickedly, seducing you further. 

“I was expecting cuddles and movies but...I think you have something else planned.” 

You spoke shyly to him, barely able to speak from the intense arousal you were feeling. Minho chuckled, knowing the power he had over you. Slowly, he leaned down and uttered quietly in your ear:

“Oh we can cuddle little girl, with my cock buried deep inside you.”

 It was like the foreplay was a haze as it just felt too good to be alert; you wanted to melt in to the pleasure like butter. Closing your eyes, you tried not to be so loud as Minho spread your legs so smoothly and held them apart as his tongue explored your excited slit. You tried to hard to keep your eyes open and watch Minho get his lips wet and glisten with your juices. His tongue flicked so fast on your sensitive bud before engulfing your lips and clit in his mouth, sucking lightly on you; it made you grip the sheets and whimper repeatedly. Your legs could barely take the pleasure as they shook side to side; they wanted to close around Minho’s head, they wanted to spread wider, anything to handle Minho’s mouth. Dominantly, he held your legs still and pushed his tongue inside your hole, telling you who’s pussy it was...his. 

“Enjoying this baby girl?” 

He asked seductively against your clit, the vibrations making you squeal even more. 

“Yes!” 

You cried in ecstasy. Minho slapped the side of your ass, making you jump. 

“Yes what?!” 

He growled. When he got authoritative like that, it made your pussy throb, yearning for him like a lost puppy. 

“Yes Daddy!” 

You knew that was what he wanted to be called. Whenever he heard that word, he would go wild, almost to the point of accidentally hurting you but it felt so good when he shoved his cock almost too deep inside of you. 

“Oh baby. You asked for it.”

“Good girl. Taking daddy’s thick cock so well.” 

Minho grunted as he thrust his cock deep and fast inside your aching pussy with your legs up over his shoulders so that he could push his manhood up to the hilt. He stretched you so wide that it hurt so good and you never wanted it to stop. Minho’s abs and biceps flexed deliciously as he fucked you. The sex god never failed to make you drool over his mind blowing physique. Your boyfriend’s jaw was tense as he grit his teeth, releasing his inner monster and all his kinky desires on you. Roughly, he grabbed your hips and rocked your body back and forth like a rag doll, making you meet his hard shoves. He had the strength to throw you around and use you like a sex puppet and the way he did it so confidently yet protectively made you smitten.

“On your hands and knees Princess.” 

He instructed. As soon as his stiff cock left your body, your pussy pulsed, wondering where the person filling it had gone; it felt so empty without your lover. Minho loved doggy style. Doggy style made him feel manly and confident, in control of his baby girl. Instantly, your pussy clenched around him as he entered you from behind, making him growl from the friction. Licking his lip, he gripped your hair and impaled your submissive womanhood. Your head leaned back, stretching your neck as he tugged your hair further, his hips making your butt cheeks blush as it smacked hard against them when he moved. Minho loved the cries and moans that escaped your lips as they told him that you liked, even loved, what he was doing to you. You loved it so much when Minho was rough in the bedroom; it had your palms sweating and your mouth wet, hungry for your master. Having an idea, Minho leaned forwards on top of you as he fucked you, massaging your sensitive nipples with his fingers, throwing you so close to an orgasm. Loudly, you mewled, feeling one of his hands move from your breast on to your clit, rubbing your sweet spot. You felt your orgasm building, sending your pussy in to overdrive on Minho’s cock. He felt you twitch and grab his cock with your walls and not even Minho could control his fast approaching orgasm. 

“Oh baby! I’m going to cum! Please daddy, Princess. Cum on my cock.” 

His words along with his talented fingers on your clit made a gush of juices coat Minho’s pulsing dick. Your orgasm made you cry out so loud that the neighbours would be concerned. The orgasm never seemed to stop, it just kept going and going, making Minho explode inside of you. He groaned so loud, pushing you back on to him so he could release every last drop. Wanting to drop to the bed, you felt his hot liquid shooting load after load inside your body. It wasn’t until the both of you had come down from your orgasm that you realised you were both dripping with sweat from the vigorous sex. Finally, you fell back on to the bed, your body aching all over deliciously. Minho pulled you in to his arms once again but authoritative Minho had gone and boyish, silly yet still undoubtedly sexy Minho had returned. Gently, he placed a kiss on your forehead. 

“Sorry for interrupting your cuddling plans baby. Why don’t you pick a movie while I get us to post-sex snacks and we’ll cuddle all night. How does that sound?” 

He questioned sweetly, his beautiful eyes making your heart melt. Although you didn’t want your boyfriend to let go of you, the snacks sounded great and you knew it wouldn’t be long until you could hold your man tight again. 

“It sounds absolutely perfect babe.”