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coldfanbou · 1 year

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Recording Session

Here we have the piece of the week; I'll be learning how to manage my time so we can get at least two a week. Anyway, I hope you enjoy nothing too harsh, some very slight degradation.

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Karina x Mreader x Yunjin

You spanked Karina as she opened the door to your hotel room. "Don't get too excited; we still have to set up." She reminds you.

"I know, but that won't take too long." You take a handful of her ass and squeeze the toned muscle and smooth skin, feeling great. A light moan escapes her.

Slapping your hand away, she says, "Come on, let's just set up so we can get started."

As you set up cameras at various angles, you continue the conversation, "Yeah, yeah. Just don't be too loud; we got a lot of complaints from neighbors last time."

"Oh, it's my fault I got fucked so good I couldn't stop screaming?" Karina says with a smile.

You respond with a heavy dose of sarcasm, "Obviously, Karina."

She playfully punches your shoulder, "Alright, jerk, I'm going to need you to go easy on me if you want me to be quiet." Once everything was set and Karina stripped down to a set of black lingerie, you got yourself ready. You stared at Karina, her breasts accentuated by a black bra that left her light brown nipples uncovered. Lowering your gaze, your eyes run across her toned stomach and small waist before reaching her panties, designed for easy access with a slit running down the middle. You felt yourself become erect as you continued to stare. Karina stares back at you, seeing your bulge through your pants as she licks her lips. "You can start the cameras if you're ready." You grab the remote control for the farther cameras and a smaller one for a pov shot.

Starting the recording, you say, "There we go." At those words, Karina gets down on her knees. Pulling down your pants, she frees your hard cock from its constraints. Her delicate hand takes your shaft and slowly strokes it. At the head, she pauses and rubs the head with her thumb; you struggle to stay quiet as your legs become weak. You record Karina as she stares up at the camera.

With a hungry look, she says, "I know you want more, baby, and I'm going to make sure you give me everything you got."

Karina runs her tongue along the underside of your cock, going from base to tip and back. The next time she does it, Karina takes the head into her mouth. Her tongue licks the tip like a popsicle while stroking your shaft. The corners of her mouth are stretched as she moves to take in more of your cock. As Karina bobs her head, you groan; keeping the camera on her, she occasionally glances up to meet it. "You love watching me suck your big cock don't you?" She says, eyeing you. You nod along, and she uses her tongue to great effect. You put your hand on the back of her head and push her forward. Her tongue tries to lick at your balls as she reaches the base. Her tight throat brings you close to orgasm; Karina feels your cock begin to throb and bobs her head, and her hands start to play with your balls, bringing you closer. As you climax, Karina slowly pulls away, making sure to drink a good amount of cum before letting the final spurts paint her face. Karina presses her finger to her lips before gathering some cum. "Just how I like it; so warm and tasty. But I want it somewhere else." She says while rubbing her wet folds. Karina walks to the bed and lays back, spreading her legs for you. "Come on, baby, fuck my pussy."

After walking to her, you slap her pussy with your cock. Karina giggles, "Don't tease me too long." You press against her entrance before pushing yourself in. "Oh, fuck," she moans as you push yourself in. You shut off the camera you're holding and place it aside. Grabbing onto Karina's hips, you start thrusting; her slick walls provide you with enough nectar that your cock is quickly coated in it, allowing you to move quicker. The slight resistance you had on your first thrust promptly disappeared, and you started ramming Karina's pussy without restraint. Karina struggles to contain her moans, covering her mouth with one hand while the other grips the bed sheets for dear life. Knowing she can never last long, you start pinching and pulling on her nipples. "Hold on; I'm going to cum." She whines as she continues to try and cover her mouth. Quickening your pace, Karina's big tits start to move around quickly as you drive your cock deep into her with every thrust. "Fuck I'm cumming!" She screams. Unable to contain herself any longer, Karina's moans bounce off the walls as her body shakes, and her juices spray toward you as her orgasm comes to a close. While she was cumming you continued pounding away at her pussy, drawing ever closer to your orgasm.

You're interrupted by a loud knock at the door. You pull out and hurry to find a towel while the loud knocks continue. "I told you to be quiet, Karina."

"S-shut it," Karina responds as she uses the impromptu break to catch her breath.

Opening the door, a tall woman pushes her way in. "Can't you be quiet!" I'm on my honeymoon, and I can't sleep!" She yells. You close the door behind her to not draw more attention.

"We weren't being that loud, whatever your name is," Karina responds. The woman turns to Karina and gasps as she sees her lying on the bed in lingerie, her thighs slick with her nectar and face still a mess with cum.

"I-I," The tall woman says, unable to think of anything.

"What? Haven't you ever seen a woman get fucked this good?" Karina says as she stands up.

"I…"

"You said you're on your honeymoon. I bet your husband isn't nearly as good as he is, and you're just angry that you couldn't cum." Karina says while getting closer to her. "What's your name?"

"Yunjin."

"Well, Yunjin, what if you tried him out?" Karina leaves Yunjin's side and goes to you before pulling down your towel and revealing your cock to Yunjin. Looking at her face, she's shocked at your size. Karina starts stroking your cock and leads you closer to Yunjin. "Don't you want to try it? I'm sure he could more than fulfill your desires." Karina stands behind Yunjin, waiting for an answer.

"I-I don't want to."

Karina blew cool air into Yunjin's ear and reached under her nightgown, rubbing and feeling how wet she was. "It looks like you really want to try. We won't tell your husband; it'll be our little secret." She whispers into her ear. Turning her focus to you, Karina asks, "Isn't that right, honey?"

"Of course, our lips will be sealed."

"I really shouldn't," Yunjin responds as she stares at your cock.

"At least give him a taste," Karina says as she guides Yunjin to her knees. Yunjin doesn't resist, as she gets to eye level with her tongue coming out for a second. Seeing that, Karina gently pushes Yunjin's head forward. Her small tongue gives the head of your cock a quick lick before going in for another. Tasting Karina's nectar in combination with some precum, Yunjin can't help herself and takes the head of your cock in her mouth. You groan as Karina pushes Yunjin further before taking her hand away. Yunjin closes her eyes as she starts bobbing her head. Karina plays with Yunjin's tits and pussy. The taller woman moans as Karina begins to play with her body. You moan as Yunjin's tongue hungrily laps at your cock. Your cock throbs as your orgasm approaches, Yunjin was ill-prepared when your cum flooded her mouth and throat.

She’s forced to back away, and her face is coated in cum, much like Karina's. Yunjin coughs a bit before gathering some of the cum on her face and eating it. Karina laughs, seeing Yunjin want more cum. “See, it’s great. Let’s make sure you get some more elsewhere.” Her fingers push aside Yunjin’s panties before going deep inside her. The younger woman moans grow louder. “You want it don’t you? To feel his big hard cock deep inside your tight little pussy.” Yunjin nods her head quickly. “Say it, or we won't give it to you.”

“I want him to fuck me. I want his cock.”

Karina slaps the younger woman’s cheek, “that’s a good girl.” Helping her onto the bed, Karina strips Yunjin’s panties and nightgown away from her body. You quickly get hard looking at her relatively tight and thin body. You position yourself at her pussy and push inside quickly. Yunjin’s back arcs upward.

“Oh god, yes!” She screams. Karina just smiles as she watches the woman before her turn more into a slut. She starts teasing Yunjin’s nipples as you hold onto her lower body thrusting into her without a care. “Fuck! You’re so big; you’re so much bigger.” The younger woman moans as she pulls Karina into a kiss. You feel Yunjin wrap her legs around your waist as you continue impaling her with your cock. Noticing a bulge when you thrust, you press down on it and increase the pleasure for both of you.

“He’s a lot better than your husband, isn’t he?”

“He’s so much better. I’m sorry, honey, but it feels too good.” Yunjin says as if her husband was there to witness her being fucked senseless.

“Let’s put your pretty mouth to better use than talking,” Karina whispers before straddling Yunjin’s face and grinding on it. The older woman’s moans grow as Yunjin’s tongue explores her pussy without restraint. You revel in the feeling of Yunjin’s tight pussy as it squeezes down on you; you knock against her womb as you put more power into your thrusts. Yunjin’s moans grow louder as she reaches her orgasm; her lower body grinds against you erratically as cums. Karina teases Yunjin’s clit, not allowing the younger woman to get any respite. The overstimulation drives her into cumming, continuously feeding into your orgasm as her walls clamp down on your cock. Karina grows loud again as she comes closer to her climax at the hands of Yunjin. As the three of you come to the edge, Yunjin is the first to reach her climax as her body spasms; Karina soon flows as she floods Yunjin’s mouth with her nectar. You finish by slamming yourself into the younger woman filling her womb with your cum. You give her a few soft thrusts before pulling out. As you do, your semen comes flooding out of Yunjin. Karina gets off of the younger woman and chuckles to herself, “What a little slut you are.” As she turns her head toward you, she motions for you to get closer. “Let’s get her address and send her a little gift when we get home.”

Yunjin lays on the bed, breathing heavily, utterly oblivious to everything. She reaches down to feel your cum pooling around her legs. She gives it another taste before resting. After you tell her, she should return before her husband wakes up. She does so, limping slightly as she goes back to her room. You turn off the cameras and ask around for her address the next day before eventually getting it.

After a few weeks, Yunjin goes to receive the mail. Noticing a strange package among the regular mail. Signed as being from old friends, she opens it to find a USB and a dildo. Plugging it in, she finds a single video of that night. It was lucky that no one was around when it played. Yunjin felt herself grow wet as she watched herself be fucked; she longed to return to that night. She would masturbate to that video in every free moment she had.

#karina smut #yunjin smut #aespa smut #le sserafim smut #kpop smut #m reader #male reader

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kairiscorner · 8 months

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yk what, im tired of seeing reader being the one protected, so what about this: reader that sees o'hara severely injured on a mission they are together, and going nuts on the one that hurt him? like even Miguel is surprised cause he never saw reader as mad and bloodlust-y as now, but when its over, the reader goes over him and treats him gently, kinda panicking over the fact that hes hurt.

i feel like Miguelito has such a heavy weight on his back about protecting everything around him and keeping the universe under control, he deserves someone to protect him and have his back 🥺🥺

OH MY GOD you have enlightened me. i fucking need this too now. i hope you like this <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

let me save you. — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: carrying the whole multiverse on his back, having everyone fall back on him... but who's got his back when he's got everyone else's? pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!spider person!reader genre: fluff, comfort, and some angst word count: 1,244

content warnings! depictions of gore, blood, bleeding and wounds. please do not read any further if you are uncomfortable with these topics ^^

heaving, erratic breathing was heard coming out from you as you tried to process that miguel had been slammed into the ground by the anomaly. he had been slammed into the ground, and he's not getting up. his suit's glitching out, slightly dissipating as he coughs up some blood–lyla shows up to try and salvage his suit, get him back in action, but he's not getting up.

miguel always got back up every time he was forced to the ground by the enemy; he never let defeat get to him. it always used to be you who would get slammed into the ground, through some wall, or flung across a whole block–and miguel always saved you, he never... needed saving. never, that was, until tonight–as the anomaly continued to wreak more havoc, thinking they gained the upper hand, they felt a blunt object strike them in the back.

you threw a whole car at them after webbing it up and chucking it at tem in pure, unadulterated rage. you were... so pissed off–you had a fire burning in your eyes and a throbbing in your chest, it was such a heavy, painful throbbing that you couldn't shake off. some part of you told yourself that, until this anomaly is beaten and unconscious–until it was struggling to breathe, bloodied and unable to stand like how they made miguel... how they made miguel hanging on to his consciousness–and probably, his life right now–after they ruthlessly threw him to the ground with a loud bang following the impact.

your eyes were bloodshot from the tears you weren't aware you were shedding, the salty taste of them enveloping your tongue as you decided to end this, once and for all, for miguel... for the man you loved and couldn't bear saying goodbye to. you tried taking down the villain a peg, going after their legs and beating them down the minute they were on their knees and wounded. they cried out in pain as you delivered non-stop punches, kicks, and other blows to their body–inflicting all your rage upon them through marks and wounds on their face that could never, ever amount to the pain and anger you felt when you witnessed miguel get thrown down by the villain, to the point that he's hanging on to life right now and probably fading in and out of consciousness.

you couldn't even hear the sound of you huffing and puffing, even growling and screaming in rage as the sounds of you completely obliterating the anomaly's face in distracted you as you kept thinking, 'when can you just stand down and get knocked out?' the anomaly began to glitch, worsening the pain they experienced from your endless barrage of blows upon them. this evoked no mercy out of you as all you could think was, 'you get what you deserve, you monster, you freak!'

a weak voice rang out from your watch and pleaded–not commanded, but pleaded–you to end this madness. "please... we need that... villain... alive. people... people here are gonna die..." the strained voice begged of you as they coughed on the other end; it was miguel's voice, his tired, pained voice begging you with all the strength he had left to plead with you not to murder the anomaly. he coughed again and wheezed, shuddering as he exhaled, feeling so, so cold. "please... you can't... can't have your way with them... it's not... worth it..." he whispered as his strength was fading away from his voice, from his body as the call ended, and you could only beg for his voice to come back on the call, to hear him, hope he was okay.

you bit your lower lip as you tried to fight the urge to sniffle and weep, your tears beating your mind's demands as tears escaped your eyes. you didn't have time to wipe them away, miguel was fighting his own battle with death looming over his head the longer his injuries go untended. you throw a final punch to the villain, one with all your raw emotions packed in that punch–and you webbed that villain up, calling for back up to come and pick them up. as you had hoped, they were now unconscious, but nowhere near as close to death as miguel was. you rushed over to miguel as soon as a support team was coming over to clean the mess up and send the anomaly home, but you couldn't focus on anything or anyone else right now but him–miguel.

you ran over to him and skidded to his side, scraping your knees in the process, but disregarding the pain as you gently took his hand in yours, watching him breathe heavily. "miguel? mig? mig, baby, look at me..." you whispered to him as you placed your other hand on his cheek, feelings his shallow breathing as his tired, half-lidded eyes stare into your own tear-stained and puffy ones. you remove your mask and let the tears fall, placing both hands on his face and trying to match his breathing, you hoped against a hope that the support team would get here soon and help you cart miguel away to get some treatment for his wounds and have him recover quickly.

miguel ran a hand through your hair all weakly and sighed. "you... were phenomenal..." he murmured as he dropped his hand to the side out of exhaustion. "i've never... never thought i'd be the one... needing saving." he said with a low, forced chuckle, which fizzled out as it became a wheezing cough. you placed your hand on his chest and shushed him, calming him down. "mig..." you muttered his name as you laid your head on his chest, hearing his faint heartbeat grow steady, and in relief, you kissed the spot on his chest where his heart was slowly beating, hoping it'd beat a little faster, keep helping him live. "i can't lose you... i'll never, ever give up on you..." you promised him as miguel placed his hand on your head and began to lightly tear up himself. "and neither... neither will i." he swore as you sobbed a little louder into his chest, finally letting the fact you could've lost him if you didn't call for help any sooner finally sinking in.

you couldn't afford to lose him, you could never afford to kiss him goodbye, or to have him leave you without another word or touch from him. you can never stand the thought of being alone, much less without his stern, serious ass bothering you over something trivial or consistently reminding you to take care of yourself, to keep yourself on your toes, to be... nicer to yourself–because you're the only person he's truly come to care about; and that's him for you, too. he completes you, and you complete him–to lose one another... would be like the death of you both. from here on out, you both have made oaths to one another that you swear on your hearts: to protect and defend each other, and to hang on for the other as long as you can, not to waste a single breath, and to breathe it... knowing the other will do any and everything to keep you alive, to be with you longer than infinity spans, and to be yours until the multiverse gives out and collapses in on itself... to be each other's and in each other's arms until the end of everything.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold

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yandere-sins · 9 months

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What do you think, could yan Diluc secretly give darling an aphrodisiac to drink because of desperation?

I can see him clutching the damn vial of poison that'll make his darling dripping wet, ready to be filled by the only person available to them—Diluc. He hates the idea. Hates that he needs to resort to such dirty tricks, but his cock has been hard for days. If he doesn't get to bury it in at least your hot, ragged breath, he might have to kill a lot of people to get it out of his system for the lack of a better way to calm himself. Cold baths in the rivers haven't done anything for him ever since he accidentally imagined you skinny-dipping with him.

It's not an actual poison, but he knows it will cloud your mind and heat up your body to the point of pain. To the point where you'll be writhing on the floor, desperate and sobbing in need. He could never get you on your knees, begging him to fuck you without a little extra help, and the thought of your hazy eyes alone is nearly sending him over the edge. No amount of hitting his head against a wall will banish the thought of tears brimming your eyes as you ask him to help you, to make the burning go away. To be the protector he swore to be.

Nor will violence make the idea of you becoming a sloppy mess, moaning and screaming his name, any less orgasm-inducing. There's already a wet stain on his pants when Diluc enters your room, but he holds back until you had a sip of your drink before pouncing. Diluc would have preferred a more natural approach to getting you the pleasure you deserve. Still, the least he can do is wipe the excess aphrodisiac from your lips and lick it off before crashing his mouth to yours.

It's not even just for his pleasure. You, well-fucked and satiated, will probably help let off some much-needed steam for both of you. You can scratch, bite, and punch him as much as you want, but nothing takes away the stress like a good mingling of bodies and a proper pounding. Diluc won't rest until enough orgasms leave you that you are barely alive in his arms, only to push you into another one for good measure. There's nothing more erotic than your limb body, drool dripping from your mouth with the incoherent gargles, and the knowledge that he did that to you. That it was Diluc that sent you to Celestia and brought you back with just his efforts (and cock). And, well, good old aphrodisiac.

But it will all be worth it when you still remember the feeling of his cock filling you days later, Diluc not touching you, and keeping his visits short. When in the weak, lonely moments, his adoring gaze fills your mind, making your body throb with the desire to do it again. To have him on top of you, sweating, smiling sweetly, telling you how much he loves you and how perfect you are while he absolutely wrecks your body with his desire. The way his cock filled you completely, hitting all the good spots and making you cum continuously, fluids dripping from you as if you were loose even though you were just filled to the brim. You'll even get turned on from remembering the room smelling like two pigs in heat got it on for hours after hours filled with confessions and orgasms. It's all so shameful to admit, and you hate the hold these memories have on you. And yet, you can't help but touch yourself as you imagine Diluc consuming you entirely once more, your hands never enough.

You might be too ashamed to ask, but Diluc already has a second vial in his desk drawer waiting for you, just in case you don't have to courage to be honest with yourself without help.

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macsimagines · 7 months

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hii! Can I please request a headcannon of Izana, Taiju, and Kazutora where they try to normalize the kidnapped life their darling lives with them, but darling just wants to go home? if you don’t want to write this it’s okay!

I'm shocked to say this is the first imagine I've ever had with this scenario. I never thought about it till now but I figure this would've been a common trope?

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, PHYSICAL ABUSE, PSCHOLOGICAL TORTURE, MENTION OF KIDNAPPING, ISOLATION

Yandere!Izana Kurokawa

Ok so depending on what type of darling you are and how he fell for you is really going to vary this type of situation.

If you two were in a relationship beforehand and he took you, he's going to treat your situation like it's the most natural thing in the world. Almost like he's delusional, but of course he isn't. Knows damn well you're an unwilling captive.

But he's good at mind games darling. Gaslight and gatekeeping KING, you're going to question whether or not this isn't something you always wanted.

If you never had a relationship though? If you had out right rejected him and honestly wanted nothing to do with Izana? Its going to be torture.

Isolation in a dark cold room with the bare minimum necessities, you're only form of contact is when Izana gives it to you. And that's when he treats you like you're an absolute queen.

When you scream and misbehave you're alone for days again, when you're quiet and docile you're rewarded with his warmth and affection.

He's smart and he's going to condition you to want him.

"I'm back, princess. What's it been, a week? You ready to eat some food again? Come here, I'll feed you."

Yandere!Taiju Shiba

Boy lets hope you've got a body made of steel, he'll beat the shit out of his 'wife' until they learn to behave.

He loves you. In his own sick and demented way, he truly loves you with all his heart. But if his wife keeps acting out, Taiju will get physical to put you in your place.

Tries to start small. Slaps across the cheek, as light as he can make it when your complaints get too loud and maybe spankings over his knee wen you're too bratty (and he's feeling kinky).

But on days where work was too much and he doesn't have the patience to come home and you're being a little shit he'll straight up punch you. Beat you down until he knows you're too weak to do anything other than lie on the ground.

Eventually, you'll learn to behave and when you do, he's going to treat you as gentle as his little housewife deserves. I think Taiju wants what he never had as a kid.

That picture perfect, "Honey, I'm home!" shit, with you waiting in the kitchen making him dinner. He might even bring you flowers, just because that's what the picture perfect home looks like to him.

You'll have such nice dresses, and only the best and classiest jewelry.

So long as his house is in perfect order, his meals are made how he wants them and you're on your best behavior. Don't ruin the illusion now.

Yandere!Kazutora Hanemiya

This boy is so deluded into thinking you two are living a perfectly normal life together. It doesn't matter how hard you protest or cry he really does think you love him and are where you are supposed to be.

Freak completely remodeled his own living space to match your own, so that; "It's just like home for you! Makes it all easier right baby?"

When that doesn't make you happy, and the fact that all of the stolen items from your old home are there don't seem to pacify you, its on to the second part of his plan.

Memory making. He's got this Creep-tastic wall of all the things you're going to do together. Pictures of both of your faces glues over wedding magazine photos and happy couples he found on Instagram.

"And this is when we'll go on our third year anniversary to the place where you bumped into me for 4th time back in June twenty-second two-thousand and- why are you backing away?"

Things are already normal to him. The universe is finally aligned and you're with your soulmate. All that's left is to get married and get started on making your big family with 5+ kids.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere izana kurokawa #yandere izana #yandere taiju shiba #yandere kazutora hanemiya

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whumpasaurus101 · 6 months

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Look at me posting this on the deadline LMFAO BUT ITS NOT LATE SO LOOK AT ME GO WOOOOO. This is for @epiclamer's and @save-the-villainous-cat's super cute ask game which was GENIUS!!! This was so so much fun thank you!!! @hufflepuffwritingstuff22 had an ask in their inbox: “Hero being brainwashed and forced to fight their friends.”

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"Please, Hero!" Sidekick's desperate voice sounded through the room. "I know this isn't you. Think of who I am! C'mon, Hero, please!!!"

Tears streamed down their face as they desperately kicked away fro the 'stranger' before them. That wasn't Hero/ Surely Hero wouldn't do this!

They whimpered as their back hit the wall, gulping hard as they watched Hero continue to stride towards them, switchblade twirling in hand.

"Oh, but Sidekick, don't you understand? This is me. All this time I have been trying to hide it,but now, bow it's too late. You've gone too far. You're a disappointment to not only me, but yourself."

Sidekick gulped as the words carved antagonizingly slow into their heart, their chest growing tight as they tried to keep their breathing level. Their eyes flickered up to Hero's, tears threatening to fall. Their voice came out as a weak rasp, "This is-isn't you..."

They had given up hope at this point, how were they supposed to get through to Hero???

A fist tightened in Sidekick's shirt and hauled them to their feet before they were suddenly slammed against the wall. Sidekick wheezed as they felt all the air leave their body, their eyes blowing wide.

They flinched hard as Hero raised their fist, squeezing their eyes shut as a whimper ripped from their throat but Hero's fist quickly collided with their cheek.

Blood splatted against the ground as they coughed, "He-h'ro... 'm.. pl'se..." Blood ran down from their mouth, their vision spotting. Punch after punch was delivered until Sidekick screamed, breaking into sobs as their body shook with each cry.

As Villain entered the door, Hero instantly dropped Sidekick to the floor. "Hero, to me."

Sidekick watched in horror, wheezing on the floor as Hero quickly made their way over to Villain before dropping to their knees.

Sidekick tried to swallow back bile as they slowly sat up, "Wha-what did you do?"

Villain chuckled softly, a cool smirk painting along their face as they looked at Sidekick, "Oh, this? Oh honey, what I did to Hero is exactly what I am going to do to you. Now Sidekick," They clicked their finger, "I need you to focus on my voice and my voice only."

Sidekick flinched back as Villain's hand rested against their head, a sudden presence filling their head as they lost full control. And suddenly it kicked in. Their thoughts weren't theirs. And as they approached Hero, a clenched fist either side, they had to watch as someone forced them to fight their mentor. Fight the last person who had fate in them. How would Hero ever forgive them?

#THIS WAS SO FUN RAAAAA #IM HALF ASLEEP WHILE FINISHING THE PIECE #SO SORRY ITS NOT GOOD #almost halloween WOOOOOO #whump #whumpee #whump drabble #whumper #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #hero whumper #villain whumper #sidekick whumpee #sidekick whumper #mind control #magic whump #surrenderanask #lee wrote something :o

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starrystevie · 8 months

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tw: nsfw, handcuffs, spit | 18+ | crossposted from twitter

“you’re sure?” steve asks again, staring at the bare expanse of eddie’s back.

eddie looks over his shoulder, teeth glinting in the low light, as he spreads his knees even further. the handcuffs on his wrists jingle as he urges steve on.

“positive.”

he looks like a demon, something that steve conjured up in his imagination while he shakes his ass, pushing it up even higher to expose himself. eddie’s cock hangs heavy between his legs and slaps against steve’s thigh as he thrusts himself back desperately.

steve brings a hand around to eddie’s mouth, bending over him and hearing eddie groan at the strain.

“spit.” it’s a command, not a request.

eddie’s eyes widen as they lock onto steve’s before he grins that devilish grin again and coats his fingers.

he brings his hand back and shoves his fingers into eddie’s hole watching the spit mix with the lube that was already there. eddie keens and pushes back onto steve’s fingers, happy to have something but it’s not enough.

“steve…” he whines, squeezing around the fingers.

it happens all at once. the fingers leave his ass and have his hole gaping, pulsing around nothing, but then there’s a hand pulling him taut by the handcuffs and steve’s finally pushing in. the burn is delicious, his arms straining and his ass stretching around his thick cock.

“fuck,” his eyes roll back in is his head as he bounces his hips off steve’s. the fingers pulling at his handcuffs are wet, leaving cool marks against his fiery skin. the only thing holding eddie up at this point is the hand gripping at his hip & the one wrapped around the chain.

it’s loud, they’re loud, both too wrapped up in each other to care. there’s skin slapping and metal rattling and curses punched out of them both echoing off the walls. the bed knocks against the wall and eddie has a fleeting second that he feels sorry for the neighbors but that all floats away as steve tightens his grip on the handcuffs to pull him even more upright, his shoulders burning as he groans.

“god-“ is all he can manage as steve pounds into him. the fingers on his hip will definitely be leaving bruises. maybe he’ll get them tattooed.

it doesn’t take long, not when they’ve been leading up to this for what seems like hours. steve comes first, spilling inside eddie with a shout that he buries in between eddie’s shoulder blades, teeth scraping over the thin skin.

steve twists the chain from the handcuffs around his wrist as he fucks his way through his orgasm, watching as eddie’s shoulders strain against them to sit up on his knees. he leans up as best he can to get his mouth pressed to eddie’s ear, breath hot against his skin.

“come on baby,” he urges, hips still driving his cock into eddie, fucking his come into him. “gotta come on my cock, gotta be good for me…”

he keeps his mouth pressed to his ear to mutter filth along with demands that he knows eddie will follow.

eddie knows he’s done for when the hand around his hip snakes up to tangle in his hair, tugging his head back so steve can bite at his neck. it only takes one more yank on the too tight handcuff chain for him to spill all over their sheets.

steve’s praising him through it all, telling him sweet little things as eddie floats away into bliss. he comes back to with heaving breaths and realizes that at some point, steve swapped his cock for his fingers to fuck him through it.

they stay wrapped around each other until eddie’s shoulders start screaming at him. gently, steve unlocks the handcuffs and presses kisses to the sore skin.

“we are absolutely doing that again,” eddie says once he can breathe, tossing steve a weak, sated smile.

steve just grins, dropping the cuffs to the floor and runs his fingers over the reddening spots on eddie’s hip. he can’t help but press in, reveling in the way eddie whines low in his throat, hips pushing back to meet his teasingly.

“whatever you want, baby."

#steddie #steddie smut #sometimes you have to wake up with a vision so clear that you have to make it everyone else's problem too...#steddie headcanon #steddie drabble #steddie ficlet #my writing #steve harrington #eddie munson

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 5 months

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Remember S/O sacrificing themselves for Task Force Defy?

Yeah that but for AR team, which is arguably worse since they only have one life

(GFL) AR Team's S/O sacrificing themselves

M4's eyes shut as S/O's life signs go flat on her display.

Yet another person she cared for has died for her.

And like the ones who did, they only had the one life. Just like her and the rest of AR.

M4 remains still until M16A1 takes her into a tight hug, but only for a brief moment.

They still had to leave the AO.

(M16A1) "...M4-"

(M4A1) "Please...Don't say anything right now."

SOPMOD is about to say something before RO635 and ST AR-15 stop her, shaking their head.

The ride back home was quiet, with M4 silently staring at the Black Hawk's floor.

ST AR-15 is the one to give the debriefing while M4 leaves for the dorm, alone.

T-Dolls can't cry, not physically as far as M4 was aware.

But the emotions swelling through her systems were probably the closest she could, staring at the photos of herself and S/O, all smiling with the rest of AR.

They gave their life so the rest of the team could continue living.

(M4A1) "I...Suppose I can't blame you, S/O...Not when all of us are willing to do the same."

Their passing hurts her far more than she thought it could, but she makes sure to never forget it.

It was her fault that they got themselves killed, and she swears to herself that not one person would sacrifice themselves for her again.

That failure would continue to haunt her for as long as she was activated.

STAR grits her teeth as she punches a hole into the nearest wall.

(ST AR-15) "...GOD, DAMN IT!"

S/O's signature went quiet as soon as the explosion rocked the building.

They had finished their mission in destroying an experimental Sangvis Unit.

But S/O wouldn't be joining them on the ride back to base.

If only she had been fast enough to come help...!

(SOPMOD) "STAR-"

(ST AR-15) "Shut up. Don't say a word, SOPMOD."

STAR stomps away from the rest of the team before trying to regain what shattered composure she had left.

She doesn't give herself a moment to think, training even harder the moment she returns to base.

She was weak, that is why S/O died, because of her.

M4A1 tries to talk her down but STAR ignores her as she's moving equipment back to the dorm.

(M4A1) "STAR, please slow down."

(ST AR-15) "I'm fine."

STAR spat out, but as she turned to keep walking, she fell over. She slammed her fist into the ground, denting the concrete floor as her eyes shut.

(ST AR-15) "I'm fine. I'm still here, and S/O isn't!"

M4 takes her into a hug and STAR doesn't resist, just putting her head into her shoulders.

SOPMOD goes completely silent when S/O's vitals do the same.

Her weapon almost drops out of her hand, but SOPMOD quickly catches it and just quietly leaves for the LZ.

SOPMOD's usual smile is completely absent for the next week, with her barely uttering a word for the duration.

(RO635) "SOPMOD?"

RO enters S/O's quarters with the lights turned off, but she knows SOPMOD was on the bed, alone.

SOPMOD held her knees to her chest, silently staring at the wall, she didn't even move when RO sat next to her.

(SOPMOD) "I know S/O wouldn't want to see me like this but..."

She buried her head in her arms, her voice trembling as she did so.

(SOPMOD) "...What do I do without them?"

RO gives SOPMOD the tightest hug she can, which SOPMOD reciprocates.

From then on, SOPMOD permanently has S/O's dog tags with her every operation, eventually recovering.

Though, nothing is as fun anymore for her.

With S/O gone, how could it?

M16A1 silently exhales through her nose as she couldn't detect S/O's vitals anymore.

She wants to scream into the sky, fill the nearest enemy full of holes in rage, but knows that won't bring S/O back.

Nothing will.

And she knows better than to cry about what she can't fix.

Upon arriving at the bar, M16A1 grabs a bottle of Jack Daniel's and begins chugging it, slamming it down onto the counter, near breaking the bottle.

Though, drinking was becoming less and less fun by the day.

Doubly so now that she was missing one lover and drinking partner.

Though she asks for a second cup and silently sits it next to her, her lips forming a wry smile.

(M16A1) "...I'll make sure to drink yours, S/O."

She raises her bottle to the air, with no one to put their drink to hers.

M16A1 moves on, but the hole S/O leaves in her metaphorical heart would stay there as long as she could remember.

Much like her scar and eyepatch, she makes sure to have S/O's picture with her no matter what.

RO hand rests on her chest as she reads the team's vitals.

S/O just died to save her and the rest of the team.

Something she would be grateful, and resent S/O for eternally.

Because now, RO could never speak to them again and lecture them for doing something so reckless.

RO is the one to debrief the Commander, trying her absolute best to keep her emotions in check.

(RO635) "...S/O died in the line of duty, Commander. They were the reason we came home at all...Please make sure their family is informed of that. S/O was a hero."

RO continues on, trying to convince herself of that to make their passing hurt less.

But it doesn't.

RO avoids anything that reminds her of S/O for the first few weeks, but breaks down when no one is looking as she finally enters the dorm alone.

(RO635) "S/O...I'm so sorry..."

#girls' frontline imagines #girls' frontline x reader #girls' frontline headcanons #m4a1 x reader #st ar 15 x reader #m4 sopmod ii x reader #m16a1 x reader #ro635 x reader #m4a1 gfl #st ar 15 gfl #m4 sopmod ii gfl #m16a1 gfl #ro635 gfl

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whumpetywhump · 6 months

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Bad And Crazy (2021)

Ryu Su Yeol

01:

- Nightmare: Bleeding from multiple wounds on his face, chest and back during a fistfight, punched repeatedly in the face and gut, staggering, disorientated

- Tackled to the ground, winded, holding his back in pain

- Thrown into a wall, choked with a shower cord, sprayed with hot water, bruises on his face and back, punched in the face, knocked out, falls into a pool, unconscious underwater, later has a plaster on his nose

- Repeatedly headbutted until he passes out, wakes up with a headache

- Drunk, nauseous, vomiting

- Punched repeatedly in the face and gut, bloody lip, has his ankle stepped on, screaming in pain, blasted backwards by an explosion, punched in the gut, collapses to his knees

- Thrown into a burning building, jumps from a window to escape, lands on a car, winded

02:

- Wakes up in hospital after last episode, face cut and bruised

- Recurring migraines, wincing in pain

03:

- Restrained, forced to swallow a bottle of sleeping pills, choking, blurred vision, migraine, collapses and passes out

- Crushed under a shelf, briefly knocked out, face scratched

- Bleeding from a gash in his hand after his alter grabs a knife, has it bandaged for him

- Forced to kneel, grovel and drink excessive amounts of alcohol, later vomiting and sobbing

04:

- Hand still bandaged from last episode

- Punched in the gut, slammed through a table, winded, struggling to get up, beaten up in a fistfight, face bruised and bloody

- Punched in the face, nosebleed

- Sleep deprived, dizzy, stumbling, helped into a chair, wakes up after passing out with an IV

05:

- Punched in the face, bloody lip

- Trying to recover suppressed trauma during hypnosis, wakes with a start

- Stabbed in the neck with a syringe, drugged, staggering, collapses, kicked in the gut, passes out, wakes up bound to a chair, gagged, kicked in the chest and falls with the chair, gun held to his head, terrified

06:

- Nauseous, vomiting

- Repeatedly stabs himself in the arm with a needle to replicate track marks

- Hit over the head with a plank of wood, collapses, groaning in pain

- Beaten up, face bruised, bleeding from the forehead

- Locked in the back of a truck with a gas leak, weak and dizzy

07:

- Face still cut and bruised from last episode

- Shot in the chest while wearing Kevlar, knocked to the ground

- Pistol whipped, cuts his forehead, has the wound dressed for him

- Recovering suppressed memories of childhood abuse, dreams of being chased and of clutching his chest in pain

08:

- Still dreaming, curled up on the floor in terror, wakes in a panic

- Flashback to childhood abuse, migraine, doubled over in pain

09:

- Recovering suppressed trauma, migraine, clutching his head, staggering

- Held down in a bucket of water, struggling, gasping

- Stabbed in the gut, bleeding, collapses, left for dead

10:

- Still bleeding on the ground from last episode, wheezing, collapses and passes out, wakes up in hospital, wincing in pain

- Beaten up, face bloodied, suffering traumatic flashbacks

11:

- Strangled with a garotte, choking, gasping

- Tackled, pinned to the ground, choked

- Wrongfully accused, arrested, locked in a psychiatric ward for four months

12:

- Flashback: Admitted to the psych ward in a straight jacket, struggling, forced to swallow his medication, repeatedly attempts to escape, drugged via a syringe during one attempt, shot with a taser during another

- Transported in a straight jacket via ambulance, escapes

- Reunited with his demented mother, crying in her arms

- Migraine, traumatic flashbacks

- Stabbed in the neck with a syringe, drugged, dizzy, struggling to stay awake, stabbed in the gut, collapses, left to die in a burning building, escapes, immediately beaten up in a fistfight, bloody lip, cuts his forehead while headbutting his opponent, bleeding heavily, collapses

- Says goodbye to his alter, crying

- Wakes up in hospital, face bruised and bandaged

Oh Gyung Tae

01:

- Brutally beaten, face badly bruised

- Hit over the head with a lamp, thrown into a table, beaten until bloody, stabbed in the thigh with a nail, screaming in pain, splashed with gasoline and left to die in a fire, found unconscious, rescued

02:

- Comatose in hospital after last episode with a neck brace and his head bandaged, face still cut and bruised

03:

- Still comatose and bruised

04:

- Face still bruised, escapes from the hospital after an attempted poisoning, on the run

- Repeatedly beaten with a golf club, face bloodied, screaming in pain, wheezing, repeatedly punched in the face and kicked in the gut, barely conscious, recovering in hospital, wounds bandaged, arm in a sling

TW: Contains themes of child abuse and suicide

#bad and crazy #kdrama #whump #kwhump #asian whump #whump list #lee dong wook #vixx n #cha hakyeon

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bunnyyamor · 2 years

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[ OCTOBER 14TH ] VILLAIN! IZUKU MIDORIYA x fem! reader

synopsis; the villain of the city, deku, has just kidnapped you, a normal citizen. he is wanting to make you his. wk; 3k

warnings; mdni, smut 18+, heavy smut, dark content, humiliation, non-con, spanking, paddle play, chocking, fingering (anal), creampie, unprotected sex, degradation, nicknames, bondage, violence, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamic, edging, bdsm, kidnapping, blackmail, power dynamics, anal play, orgasm denial, beta read!

notes; i had posted this on the 13th but for some reason tumblr wont put this on the tags idk why.

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evil was on the rise. many villains roamed the cities, practicing evil. conquering so much, affecting so many people's lives.

that was currently you. it was a muggy, rainy morning. you were off to work your shift at the cafe being a barista. you longed for the smell of roasting coffee beans and now that you thought of it, who knows if you were to smell that ever again.

“shit,” you cried as you held your phone up to your ear. the name displayed was ‘mom’. “pick up, pick up.” you repeatedly called her. your converses met with the concrete as you zigzagged between dumpsters and items discarded in the alley ways. the snapping of your head turning back as you tried to see if someone was after you.

you felt his presence. his touch. someone was out to get you.

the breath in your voice was coming out more strained as you tried to keep the pace in your sprinting. it was burning your throat. your legs were becoming tired and weak.

“please, this can’t be the end.” a tear fell down your face.

suddenly, you were met with a dead end, a brick wall. “no!’ you slapped, punched the brick, not caring that your knuckles were bleeding.

“i am not rich! here, take my money.”

a dark chuckle echoed in the alley way, “i don’t want that, idiot.”

you fell to your knees. head hiding between your hands as you sobbed, “then what do you want? i don’t have much.”

“for someone so irresistible, you are utterly stupid. it’s not material, it’s a game. it’s the chase. the way your heart is pounding from the running and the fear. it’s the excitement and thrill. the adrenaline pumping through my veins. y/n l/n-”

“how do you know my name?”

he continued without answering your question, “i plan to kill you. i plan to make you the front page of the news. girl dies because of the most wicked villain ever…deku.”

a dark shadow appeared in front of you. in a flash you were hit in the face, knocking you out cold into a black abyss. the single flow of tear falling down your cheek.

you woke up, startled. thinking everything was a nightmare. but the tug of your wrists in handcuffs connected to the chair was enough evidence to show you, this wasn’t no dream.

“help! help!” you screamed at the top of your lungs. you didn’t want to die. not like this. “please someone save me!”

“quiet already, god you’ve been nagging all this time! nag, nag, nag! when are you gonna shut up?” the voice exclaimed again. you saw his shadow, the dark outline of his body in the shadows.

“d-deku was it. is that your name.”

“being all sweet will not help you out in this situation. besides, you don’t know who i am?”

you were flustered, should you know.

annoyed and impatient with waiting for your answer, deku walked into the light. his body towered over yours. the side’s of his head were shaved and it was green. he wore an all black outfit, each muscle making an outline in the suit. he had some dry blood splattered across his face, perhaps from you when he attacked you. “is this better now?” he clenched his jaw in arrogance.

you took a good look at him. why did he want you?

“why don’t you take a picture? it’ll last longer. oh yeah, that’s right,” deku appeared in front of you at the speed of light. he threw his hands in the air and smacked them on the arm rests, “because you can’t move your arms. or your legs.” he tsked. “pity, i would have loved to see that ass jiggle as you walked. well, i kinda did. i saw you run. damn you run fast too. i mean, not as fast as me,” deku smirked as he sniffed the side of your hair. he hummed, “your perfume mixed with your sweat is enough to dry a man crazy. that were, if i were a man. sometimes i feel i am a god.”

you tried to release yourself from the bondage, “what do you want deku? i already told you i don’t have money. and this little game of yours, why don’t you just end it? or are you here to tortue me?”

he tapped his lip in thought. in other circumstances this cute stance would be adorable, in this moment his thinking scared the shit out of you. “hmm, well if you count fucking you till your legs give out a tortue then yeah, i’m gonna tortue you so hard.”

your eyes widened and you almost wanted to cry again.

“i’m just kidding,” deku laughed loudly as he smacked his thigh. “ you should of seen your face. you were all like ahhh.” deku lifted your chin up, all submissive eyes on him. your neck pressed against his groin. “or am i just kidding? i mean, you are incredibly sexy. i’ve seen you around. in fact, i ordered a coffee from you the other day. i was wearing glasses, it was a pretty good disguise and i knew at that moment i had to have you.” his eyes darkened as the pupils enlarged. “i’m gonna have my way with you y/n and there’s nothing you can do about it. you can’t cry for help, can’t call for anyone. i’m gonna fuck you so good you are going to be begging me to continue fucking you. and then and only then, depending on how good you feel, will i actually see if i’ll let you live. one move and poof, splat, you’re dead. understand me?”

you shook your head, “no, stop! no i don’t-”

he grabbed your face harshly in his grip, tightening it. “i said, do you understand me, slut?”

you gulped, you knew what you needed to do. “i-i understand.” something heated up inside you. why was this sort of turning you on? was it his aggressiveness? his ownership of you?

you noticed with how close he was to you his freckles. he was such an attractive man, but crazy.

you quickly clenched your thighs, hoping deku wouldn’t notice.

his green eyes lowered down to your action, “are you wet, whore?”

you winced. you didn’t want him to know that. “n-no!”

“tell me the truth! don’t lie!” he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, gripping it hard.

“yes okay. i’m sorry! i d-don’t know what’s wrong with me. b-but i hate you! i hate you with my every being and i’m scared! help! help me!” you tried again, maybe this time it would work.

“awww,” deku feigned sympathy. “i know, i know. but see, good girls don’t lie. next time you lie to me i will rip you to shreds. don’t do that. here are the rules, no lying, no trying to run away, no being a bad girl or i’m gonna have to punish you. and you hate me? that’s cute cause after my cock is digging inside your wet pussy you’re gonna love me. now strip for me.”

“wh-what? you want me to strip for you?”

deku crossed his arms over his thick chest, rolling his eyes, “another rule, do as you are told. and no asking a hundred million fucking questions. i’m already hard.” he went down to situate his cock. and sure enough you saw a huge bulge through his suit since his suit was spandex. it was huge! you didn’t mean to stare but it held your gaze, hypnotizing you.

“enough staring! if you’re a good girl i can let you touch it. so listen.”

you gulped, you didn’t want to be embarrassed this way, it was too much.

deku unhandcuffed you and stuck the key and handcuffs in his pocket. he stood like a looming shadow, waiting for your move.

your shaky hands first started unbuttoning your shirt. you looked away, not used to stripping naked for a stranger.

“look at me,” deku growled as he forcefully shoved your face to look into his eyes.

you took your shirt off then you went for your pants. you managed to take them off while sitting, afraid to even move in case that made him mad. then you unclasped your bra. letting the material fall down to expose your breasts. in all of this your eyes never left deku’s and his stare got more intense and dark.

he inhaled seeing your perky nipples stand for attention. you noticed his adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

after your bra then you went and took your panty off. feeling the cool air hit your wet cunt.

deku bent down on his knees and opened up your legs. opening up your folds and inspecting your pussy ever so closely.

“as i suspected,” he chuckled, “you are a little whore. look at you soaking wet. from being treated like shit.” his gloved middle finger ran up on your slit, collecting your ooze. his eyes looked for yours in reaction.

you bit your lip, trying to hide a moan.

“slut,” deku spat as he stopped touching you and backed away. he went to a warehouse table nearby and looked into his duffel bag. he rummaged through it and then threw an object on the floor. it was a wooden paddle.

“pick that up,” deku ordered you.

you stood up, feeling goosebumps litter your body.

“no slut! on all fours. like a dog.” he smiled evilly.

“yes, deku,” you went on all fours and crawled your way to him to retrieve the paddle. you wanted to crawl in a hole with how bashful you were but it also excited you. you knew you were fucked up but not this fucked up. something ignited within you. made you want him to overpower you, to destroy you. to overstimulate you. you wanted all of him.

you retrieved the paddle like a dog and handed it to deku.

“stand up,” he grabbed you by the throat and made you stand straight. even wearing heels you would never be as tall as deku. he was buff and thick, overpowering you to the point of death. he twirled you around, ass facing his cock. you wiggled your hips, trying to take in his cock but then you felt a smack on your ass from the paddle.

“did i say you could do that?” deku was fuming. he still had a hold on you by the throat. he needed to show you who was in command.

“no sir. i’m sorry.”

“that’s right. i think you need to be punished.” deku bent you over, ass directly in his vision, all opened up for him and spanked you hard.

you were bent over being spanked! it couldn’t get worse than this. you cried with each slap and jolted forward. you put your hands out to keep you steady.

“you are a bad little slut,” his words dripped like venom. your ass was becoming more sensitive and raw. you knew you were going to have bruises if you were alive tomorrow. “look at you. i can see your pussy pulsing from here. trying to take in my cock. you like this?” deku inserted three thick fingers forcefully. you gasped at the intrusion. it was too much.

“d-deku i can’t-”

“if you can’t take this then how the fuck you’re gonna be able to take my cock? look at that, trying to suck up my fingers too, disgusting!” deku slapped you once more with the paddle. slapping both ass cheeks. he then carried some of your goop and smeared it all over your ass and puckered ass hole.

“look at this hole. it’s so small and tight. look at how much it quivers. i’m not gonna lie. your pussy and ass hole do look delicous and you smell so fuckin good. it makes me want to taste.”

“mmmm,” you moaned, drool dripping from your lips as tears collected by your eyes. “please sir. please deku. i need your tongue.”

“you do, huh?” deku smiled wide. he spat on your asshole and smeared his saliva on the hole. “this should be enough.” he then shoved his thumb inside your puckered hole.

your mouth created an o as he entered. about to come undone and orgasm right there.

“you better not cum. you’re supposed to do that around my cock. now behave like a good girl and take it. let’s see if you can do my middle finger and pointer.”

that’s what he just did. he shoved his two fingers, slowly, igniting every nerve within you.

“oh my godddddd,” you cried. it was hurting a bit because he was stretching out your ass hole.

“i hope this little hole bleeds.” he laughed wickedly. “god, look at how you take me. your ass hole is starting to like it. you are truly a whore.”

“mmmmm,” you nodded as you started thrusting on his fingers. moving back and forth, taking his fingers in your ass hole. it felt so good now. your pussy was definitely dripping from the overstimulation. and the warehouse was echoing with your filth. it was moist and sticky, sounding like gurgling.

“yess, fuck right there,” you moaned as deku smacked your ass. he put more pressure and went in deeper in your ass hole. his fingers were flashing in and out of you, at a quick pace. he even started to curl his fingers inside you. you felt him. felt him touch and caress each and every piece of you.

then before you climaxed, deku put handcuffs on you again.

“wh-what?”

he didn’t answer. all he did was drag you to the chair and put your stomach first against the back of the chair. you were sitting opposite.

“deku?”

“sit all pretty like that for me. i have a surprise.”

daku again went to his duffel bag and that's when he showed he had your cell phone.

“deku what are you doing?” you were frightened. stuck to the chair by handcuffs. unable to do anything.

“i want to make sure epeople know that you fucked the worst villain in the world. that you were willing to put the worst man alive cock inside you. people need to see you for who you really are.” he set up your phone and tapped some buttons on the homescreen.

he fixed his hair and pressed another button. “hello world. this is deku, yes, the scary man,” he laughed. “i’ve done some things in my life that have caught your attention.”

your eyes widened and you wanted to cry. he was taking a live of himself and you saw all your friends were watching. surely it would end soon right? this was unable to be on the internet.

“now i know what you are all wondering. how can this be shown on this live? well, i hacked into the system so they can’t end this. but i have a certain guest with me.”

deku grabbed the phone and showed you.

“say hi y/n.”

“stop deku! deku i beg of you!”

all of your friends were watching. you were mortified. you tried to grab your phone but you were stuck. tears fell down your cheek.

“look at this ass.” deku slapped it with his palm. “all for me. and the best part, y/n wanted it. i mean look at this pussy.” deku did a close up of your cunt dripping. “you don’t know this but i just fingered her asshole that’s why it looks so red and swollen. all dripping for me. she really is a bad girl.” deku made his way to your face and put the camera to you. your mascara was streaking down and you had droll down your chin. “say hi baby!”

you looked away, face heating up.

deku grabbed you by your hair and shoved his tongue down your throat, groaning as his spit mixed with yours, even some spilling out the side of your mouth. he separated and caressed your cheek, then he spat on your face and cackled. “enough bullshit talking lets get on with the show! enjoy everyone,” he winked to the camera.

he carried your phone and took footage of everything he was doing. he took his spandex off and let you see his cock straight up for attention. some precum dripping down his sides.

“let’s see you take this cock,” he pushed your chair forward as if you were to fall and then let you fall down on his cock.

“ohhhhh,” you whined. your pussy was sensitive and even though you were embarrassed he was recording live everything. you didn’t care, you wanted no needed his dick inside you. “yes, right there, sir.”

“see! the bitch loves this!” he cackled. he pulled out and shoved back inside with force. each thrust full of energy. each time dragging itself in and out. it felt like it was about to touch your insides. you felt a bulge on your tummy.

“yes sir, yes,” your tongue rolled out as he then started going faster. his balls smacking your sensitive cunt, sounding gushy and squelching. deku groaned with each thrust, having superhuman strength that he could probably last all day.

that made you nervous too. you felt so full and stuffed from his cock. it felt almost impossible like he was ripping you.

“i-i’m gonna cum,” you cried, not being able to hold onto nothing.

deku grabbed onto your shoulders and pounded into you. the sound of skin slapping made you go insane. you tightened around his cock and urged him to cum.

“now slut!” he allowed you to cum.

“shiitttt,” you cried, squeezing him within you. “ughhhh, ohhhh. right there!” your legs shook like crazy. you were unable to keep still.

deku rode out his orgasm, slapping your ass repeatedly, loving to see the paddle marks knowing he did that. “fuck me. look at this.” he showed his cock and showed how all your juices glistened on it. then he did a close up to your pussy, showing his cream inside you, dripping and having squirted and smudged everywhere. “not such a good girl after all.” he turned off the live. “that’s probably gonna be breaking news tomorrow. are you excited to be famous?”

you didn’t care to listen to him, all you were doing was catching your breath. “so, are you going to kill me now?”

deku thought about it, pondering. “hmm, nah! i see more of use you staying alive. and i like you. so you’re sticking with me, got it. forget about your past life or working as a barista, i choose you. you’re gonna be bonnie and i’ll be clyde. you ready for the villain life?” deku smirked.

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Training with Bakugou hasn’t always been easy. To start off, he never holds back. He believes in fair fights no matter who he’s battling. He takes in seriously as if he is for real fighting some street criminal. It’s one of the reasons why you respected him so much, and thus leading you to ask him one day,

“Can we train together?”

For sure, this threw him off. A lowly extra asking for training time with the all mighty explosion murder god, Katsuki Bakugou, himself? He thought it was some stupid joke so he laughed. However your relentless pestering, seeing him everyday after class with the same question wore him down and he gave in, for the fun of it.

Never did he thought he would meet someone who threw the first punch. Sure enough it caught him off guard but with his skills he dodge it last split second. He saw that determined look in your eyes, and he grinned.

This is gonna be fun, he thought.

The first session was everything you’d expect, you got your ass, respectfully, whopped. Of course you knew Bakugou was stronger and his quirk is both great for close up and distant attacks. Your quirk, sonic boom, was more of a distance advantage.

It packed heavy punch to any in the 10 mile radius, so it was safe to say anyone five feet close, would have partial deafness for about a week. However, you’ve been working on using lesser range for short distance. Your mentor, Present Mic, goes all out for his quirk but helps you out on moving your sound to small groups and spaces.

If any classmate saw to their naked eye, it’s obvious Katsuki has the upper hand. But they also know not to diminish your combat moves.

“Damn it, where are you hiding extra!”

Cut to a month later and fourteen training sessions later, Bakugou struggles to find you on this ground. Ground 1A helps you a lot more, granted more distance and places to surprise attack yet you weren’t going to hide like a coward anymore.

You take in a deep breath and held your hand into a fist making a small hole for the sound to travel. You aimed towards Bakugou’s direction from behind, and then you scream.

He clutches his ears but the direct line shot blasts him into a tumble, of course he gained balance soon enough and started holding his ground. You rushed up to take this opportunity for a more close combat, you swung your leg to his side an unknown weak spot. He aimed his gauntlet and started sharp shooting his explosions. Your body was thrown back hitting a wall, yet you were still up.

“Quirks?” You asked.

“No. I wanna see how much you’ve learned.” He answered, unlocking his gauntlets and letting them fall to the ground. This met business.

You both had your hands up in balled up fist, no quirks meant this is now a hand to hand combat. Surely to see how much you’ve progressed but now’s not the time to be nervous.

A first round house kick was thrown by you, blocked by Katsuki as he jabbed your stomach, the open area. You threw your jab at his cheek, neither of you were pulling punches. You knew Katsuki wouldn’t fight with you if you did, so no matter how much it hurt, you wanted to earn his respect.

Jab after jab, kick after a heavy ass knee strike from you, Bakugou took note of this you using your legs a lot in a fight. Finally in a brief moment of pain, Katsuki took this opportunity to grab your legs and slam your back to the ground. The impact brought out a grunt of pain. But Katsuki stayed above you, both of yous catching your breathes and letting his sweat drip onto you.

“You’ve…improved.” He said in between breathes.

“I….had…to.” You respond.

“I’m…..fuck….impressed.”

“Good.”

Maybe it’s because your back just got slammed into hard concrete and your winded but, Katsuki out of breath from fighting you and dripping sweat hovering over you? This was a sight to see.

For a moment, you saw Katsuki’s eyes dipped to your lips and then back to your face. Subconsciously, you did the exact same thing and hoped he didn’t realize. His eyes darted away and he removed himself to just sit up besides you. You brought yourself and felt the awkwardness creep in.

“Wanna’ get some food?”

You smiled, “yeah, I’m pretty hungry. Where?”

Katsuki shrugged his shoulders, “My dorm? I’ll make some spicy ramen, with poached egg.”

The blush swept across your cheeks as you smiled to the ground. This feels like a step towards friendship after being training buddies. Of course, this is new territory for both of you nevertheless, you looked to him and smiled and said yes.

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Part 2 of the one shot.

Warning. Smut!

Yandere Norman Nordstrom x Younger Female Reader

Kidnapping and obsessive love.

Romance. Women loves romance. Norm smiled at the thought of you blushing and giggling. Maybe if he goes to the store and gets some fresh red roses. He doesn't use candles since he doesn't really care about perfume scented air much. So, he should get some too at the arts and crafts store.

Watermelon or strawberry scented candles. Both would be nice. Nodding in determination, Norm sat inside his Lamborghini and then suddenly an emergency alert came from his cell phone. Out of fear, it showed you running away from the mansion as you destroyed the bathroom window. All his windows were bullet proof except the window in the bathrooms because sometimes his security dogs would jump over them to come inside the mansion.

You slick cunning cock!

Gritting his straight teeth in anger, Norm drove as fast as he could while watching his cellphone screen. You were running across his large front garden so you can reach his neighbor's mansion.

He can make it. He then realized how dark it was and that the full moon gave him advantage to spot you from the distance.

Ungrateful bitch. He didn't rape you or hit you minus the times you attacked him. Like biting his tongue when he was trying to French kiss you. Or when you kneed him in the balls. Ouch. That Fuckin' hurt. It didn't hurt as much as the pain inside his chest. You broke his heart again.

You collapsed on your knees from all the running. Tch. Pathetic Norm thought. You were so damn spoiled and weak that you never exercised unlike him. You were not averagely healthy or athletic. He doesn't need his car. Norm turned off his car and jumped out and ran at full speed.

"Huh?" You looked over your delicate and frail shoulder to see your kidnapper! How did he find out?

You tried to get up but he tackled your lithe and supple body hard against the grass floor hard. You tried to scream but suddenly, he slapped you!

You yelped in pain and then stared up to see his handsome face looking at you in anger.

You clutched your face despite making the pain worse. You froze your resistance and then silently sobbed. You didn't want to make him more mad by crying loud so you tried to hide your hiccups but it was no use

Norm's beautiful blue eyes widened in shock. He stared at the back of his hand in disbelief. He hit a woman and not only that. The woman he loved.

He watched in pity as you slumped and didn't fight back as you cradled your injured cheek. If he wasn't sure ashamed of his harshness he would have thought of you trying to be quiet from crying oddly cute.

But, now he felt regret. Without a word, he slung you over his muscular shoulder like a sack of potatoes and you didn't kick or wiggled like the previous times you ran away but was captured.

You gave up.

And he knew.

He didn't mean to break your spirit. But, you were so scared to give him a chance. That was all he wanted.

He went to the entrance of his mansion greenhouse at the center of his front yard garden. He kicked the door open and slammed you down on the floor to sit on your ass. You hissed in pain.

You looked up to see his powerful figure fuming and looking down on you. "Why?" He hissed through his teeth. "I gave you all my love yet you reject me. Why do you resist me? I'd die for you."

Your lips trembled in fear. Norm wasn't having it. He clenched his jaw.

"Why!?" He roared.

You flinched. "I..." You hiccuped and felt tears down your beautiful sculpted cheekbones. "I can't love someone I fear."

You saw that your words hurt him. A Navy Seal was wounded by a weak and spoiled lady like yourself. How strange.

"You don't get it, do you?" Norm's voice cracked as he looked away for a second and then you saw his saddened expression. Your heart burned at the sight.

"I love you, Dammit!" He punched the glass wall of the greenhouse. You yelped. You saw the glass shatter and his fist bloodied. "My life was better before I realized you exist. You ruined my life!"

You sniffed. "I am sorry, Norm." You looked at the ground.

Norm sighed in exhaustion. He then crouched down on one knee to your level and grabbed your chin gently despite smearing your chin with his blood from his injured fist.

You blinked in curiosity. He smiled a little as he unbuttoned his shirt. You couldn't help but stare. His top body was carved like Roman sculptors of Ancient Greek Gods. Ares especially. The God of war.

Holy shit.

You ogled. Norm liked that look on you. He knew you were getting horny. But his body was not all he had to offer you.

There across his chest was bold calligraphy letters of your name. How long was it there?

He did all this for you? He was serious about you.

He grabbed your hand gently and placed it over his heart.

It was dominant and strong like his body and personality.

"I can't control the pace of my heart whenever I think of you. Pity me at least." He pleaded you with large puppy blue eyes.

You felt your womanhood wetten and your throat dry. Is this love?

Norm was waiting for your response. To his surprise and pleasure you leaned your beautiful face close to his pink dry lips.

"Same." You whispered.

Norm couldn't believe his ears. This was a dream come true. You kissed him. Holy shit.

Without a second, Norm kissed back with fever and he grabbed your head and lashed his tongue inside your mouth.

"You're mine now." He ripped your nightgown off. Surrounded by plants in the open air being watched by the full moon was a fairy tale where you lost your first time.

After done, Norm carried you bridal style to the bedroom he shared with you and while you were spent, he drove to the emergency room for stitches.

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Desire Under The Western Stars Chapter 3

Mature Readers Only 18+ Sexual Encounters Oral Sex Language

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

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The saloon was bustling with cowboys, their laughter and rough voices filling the air. The smell of tobacco and whiskey hung heavy, and the sound of a honky-tonk piano filled the room. But all of this faded into the background for Isabelle as she spotted Arthur in the corner, hunched over a bottle of whiskey.

After he avoided her for the past 2 weeks she needed to confront him. She needed HIM and she knew just where to find him.

She approached him, her boots clicking against the wooden floor. "Arthur," she said, her voice firm but soft.

He looked up at her, his eyes bloodshot and tired.

But there was something else in his gaze, something dark and intense that made her heart race.

"What do you want, Isabelle?" he growled, his voice low and husky.

"I want you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want you, Arthur. I want to feel your hands on my body, your lips on mine. I want to feel alive and desired and free. I want to forget about the world outside and just focus on us."

He stood up then, tall and imposing.

The air around him seemed to crackle with energy, and Isabelle couldn't help but stare at him as he approached her. He didn't say a word, but his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

He wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

Isabelle could see the desire burning in his eyes, the intensity of his gaze making her knees weak. She stood before him, trembling with anticipation as his eyes roamed over her body. He took in the curve of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the flush spreading across her cheeks.

"I want you too, Isabelle," he whispered, his voice ragged with need.

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a wetness pool between her thighs.

She reached out, her fingers brushing against the rough fabric of his shirt. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, the tension in his muscles as he held himself back.

"Then take me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Take me now, Arthur."

Isabelle's voice was barely above a whisper, yet it held a note of command that made Arthur's cock twitch in his pants.

"I can't stay here," he said, his voice gruff as he struggled to maintain control.

"I have to leave. It's not safe for either of us."

But Isabelle wasn't deterred. She reached down and brushed against his hard length, causing him to inhale sharply. "I don't care about safety," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear. "All I care about is how good it feels when we're together. Please, Arthur. Show me how much you want me."

Arthur grabbed her arm causing her to wince. "Isabelle, I'm serious," he said, his gaze intense.

"I'm not going to put you in danger. It's too risky."

But Isabelle refused to back down.

She knew that the danger was worth it if it meant she could experience the mind-blowing pleasure that only Arthur could give her.

"Take me!" she demanded, her hands gripping the front of his shirt. "I don't care if it's dangerous. I don't care if the world is ending. All I care about is feeling you inside me, filling me up, making me scream with pleasure."

Her dirty talk hit him like a punch to the gut. He couldn't resist her any longer. He grabbed her roughly, " Is this what you want? Right here? In front of the whole town?!" he growled, his grip on her tightening as he pushed her up against the wall of the saloon. His hunger for her was uncontrollable, his need to be inside her overwhelming.

"Yes, here," Isabelle gasped, her back arching as she offered herself up to him. "Take me right here, Arthur. Show the whole town how good we are together."

Her words were like gasoline on a fire, igniting his desire until it burned out of control. With a primal growl, Arthur crushed his lips to hers in a fierce, devouring kiss.

His tongue plunged into her mouth, claiming her in a way that made her heart race with excitement.

"Someone's hungry," she purred, breaking their kiss to nip at his bottom lip.

Arthur's eyes flashed with desire as he stared down at her. "You have no idea," he muttered, grabbing her by the hand and dragging her out of the saloon.

The day was still bright outside, but Arthur seemed to be consumed by a primal urgency.

He stopped to look around. The stables were only a few feet away, but there was no cover between the saloon and the stables. If anyone walked out of the saloon, they would see them.

"Shit," Arthur said. "This wasn't what I had planned."

But Isabelle wasn't having any of his hesitation.

"I don't care what you had planned," she said, her voice a low growl. "I just need you now."

She slipped her hand into the front of his pants, finding his cock already rock-hard and desperate for release.

With a wicked grin, she began to stroke him firmly, making him groan into her hair.

"Shit, Belles," he muttered, his hands gripping her hips as he ground himself against her.

She rubbed him faster, feeling him throb and pulse in her hands. She could feel her own desire building, and she pressed her thighs together to alleviate the ache between them.

"Fuck." He bit out the word, his body tensing up.

"Damn it, Isabelle. We can't."

But even as he said it, his hips were thrusting forward, seeking out the warmth of her hand. She smirked, feeling a surge of triumph. "Why not?" she asked, her voice the perfect blend of innocence and innuendo. "I thought you liked it when I take what I want."

She moved her hand, stroking him fully now, her grip firm and steady. He grunted, his head falling backward as he fought to maintain control. "I do.

But not here," he whispered, his voice strained with the effort to resist her. "Not like this." Isabelle persisted, her voice a husky whisper as she continued to stroke him. "No one will see us. It's broad daylight, and everyone is inside the saloon or busy with their work. No one will come looking for us."

She could see him wavering, and so she pressed her advantage. "I need you inside me. I need to feel you fill me up.

I need to hear you groan my name as you cum inside me. Just take me here, now."

Her dirty talk pushed him over the edge. With a growl, he spun her around, pressing her against the wall of the saloon. She cried out, reveling in the feeling of his hard body against hers. He tugged her skirts up, exposing her thighs and the dampness between them.

Before she could react, he was inside her, thrusting hard and fast. She cried out, her back arching as she took him in.

It was rough and raw, exactly what she needed to feel alive. His hands were on her hips, pulling her back onto him as he thrust forward. The saloon wall dug into her chest, but she didn't care. All she could feel was him, all she could hear was the sound of their bodies slapping together and their shared gasps and moans. He nipped at her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses down her spine as he pounded into her.

"Fuck, Belles," he groaned, his voice tight with pleasure.

"You feel so goddamn good."

Isabelle could only whimper in response, her nails digging into the rough wood of the saloon wall as he took her from behind. His thrusts were deep and powerful, filling her completely with each stroke.

She could feel him bottoming out inside her, the head of his cock hitting her cervix and sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

She couldn't believe they were doing this, out in the open for anyone to see.

And yet, the thrill of the illicit act heightened her arousal. She could feel her body trembling with pleasure, her pussy clenching around his cock as he fucked her harder and faster.

"Arthur," she gasped, desperately trying to keep her voice down. "Oh God, yes.

He grunted in response, his hips slapping against hers as he drove himself deeper inside her. She could feel his cock twitching, getting ready to unleash a torrent of cum deep inside her needy pussy.

The mere thought of it was enough to send her spiraling over the edge, and she screamed out her orgasm, her pussy tightening around him like a vice as her vision went white and every muscle in her body tensed up.

Arthur roared, his entire body shuddering as he emptied himself inside her, his hot seed filling her up and spilling out onto her thighs as they both collapsed against the saloon wall, panting and gasping for breath.

The late afternoon sun cast long shadows around them, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still as they stood there, caught in the throes of passion. The sound of the honky-tonk piano drifted through the open windows of the saloon, and the smell of whiskey and tobacco hung heavy in the air.

But none of that mattered to them in that moment. The only thing that mattered was the pleasure they had found in each other's arms, the connection that had formed between them, despite their differences and the obstacles that lay in their path.

As they caught their breath, Isabelle looked up at Arthur, her eyes full of vulnerability and need. "I want more," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to feel you inside me again, Arthur. I want to forget about the world outside and just lose myself in you."

Arthur's heart clenched in his chest, and he knew he couldn't deny her. Not when she looked at him with those soft blue eyes, and not when his body was still humming with the aftershocks of their first encounter.

"I can't resist you, Isabelle," he admitted, his voice thick with desire. "But we need to be careful. I don't want to put you in danger."

Isabelle smiled, her hands reaching up to touch his face. "I trust you, Arthur. I know you would never hurt me intentionally."

Her words were like a balm to his soul. He had been running from his past for so long, always looking over his shoulder, always expecting the worst. But with Isabelle, he felt like he could finally breathe again.

She made him feel alive, and that scared the hell out of him. He couldn't resist her, even though he knew it would only lead to more heartache in the end.

"I don't care about the danger, Arthur," Isabelle whispered, her hand reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants. "I just want you."

Her words ignited a fire within him that he couldn't ignore. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her up against the wall of the saloon as his lips descended on hers in a bruising kiss.

Isabelle moaned into his mouth, her body eager to feel his touch everywhere. She could feel the hard length of his cock pressing against her stomach, and she rubbed herself against him with a delicious, sinful need.

He grunted and yanked her skirt up, his hand searching for the heat between her legs. His fingers dipped inside her wetness, and she moaned louder.

"Fuck, Isabelle. You're so fucking wet for me," he growled, his voice low and full of lust.

"You want my cock, don't you, Isabelle? You want me to fuck you again, right here, up against this wall, where anyone could see us."

"Yes, fuck yes," Isabelle moaned, her head falling back as his fingers worked their magic inside her. "I want to feel you, Arthur. I want to feel you deep inside me, filling me up with your cum."

Her dirty talk spurred him on. He growled and pulled his fingers out of her, replacing them with the tip of his cock.

Isabelle gasped as she felt him enter her, inch by inch, filling her up in a way that made her heart race with pleasure. He was big, and she could feel every inch of him as he pushed himself deeper inside her.

"Fuck, you feel so good, Isabelle," he groaned, his voice low and husky.

"I can't get enough of you."

Isabelle moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she reveled in the feeling of him inside her.

"Fuck, you feel so damn good, Arthur," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

He growled in response, his hips pistoning forward as he thrust into her, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time. It felt sinful, the way they were doing this out in the open, but Isabelle didn't care.

She was too far gone, her mind consumed with pleasure as Arthur took her. His thrusts were hard and relentless, his cock driving into her over and over again. She moaned and writhed against him, her fingers digging into his broad shoulders as she surrendered to the exquisite sensations coursing through her body.

The way he pinned her against the wall, his body crushing her own, his cock plunging into her over and over, made her feel deliciously wicked. His dirty talk only added to the thrill, awakening her deepest desires.

She had never been with a man so confident, so dominant, so unapologetically filthy. It made her pussy ache, crave that roughness, the kind that left marks and bruises, the type that made it clear who was in charge.

"Fuck, Arthur," she gasped as he pounded her with brutal force. "Harder, faster, just like that."

Her words only incited him further, and he obliged, giving her exactly what she craved. Isabelle could feel her climax building, a wave of pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.

She arched her back, pushing her breasts into Arthur's chest as she moaned louder, her hips grinding against his.

"That's it, Isabelle. Fuck, I'm so close," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared the edge.

"Cum for me, Arthur. I want to feel you explode inside me," Isabelle whispered, her voice full of need and want.

Her dirty talk sent him spiraling over the edge, and he roared as he came, his hot seed filling her up.

The feeling of him unloading inside her, claiming her as his own, pushed Isabelle over the edge, and she screamed with pleasure as she came, her pussy clenching around him.

They stood there, panting and sweating, as their orgasms wracked their bodies. Aftershocks of pleasure rippled through them both as they clung to each other, their foreheads resting against each other.

But they couldn't stay like this forever. The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows on the ground, and the saloon was starting to fill up with rowdy cowboys looking for a good time.

"We need to get out of here," Arthur said, his voice low and gruff.

Isabelle nodded, her body still humming with the aftershocks of their wild encounter.

"But not yet," she said, her voice seductive and full of hunger. She reached down and stroked his cock, which was already starting to harden again.

"Not yet," she whispered. "Let's take our time."

He growled and grabbed her hips, spinning her around so that she faced the wall of the saloon. "I need to be inside you again," he said, his voice raw with desire.

Isabelle moaned as she felt his hardness pressing against her from behind. She spread her legs wider, giving him room to enter her.

He thrust into her, and she cried out with pleasure as he filled her up completely. She pushed back against him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

The saloon door creaked open, and the sound of drunken laughter floated out into the night air. But neither of them cared. All that mattered was the pleasure they were giving each other.

Their sweaty bodies slapped together, creating a rhythm that drowned out the noise of the world around them. Isabelle felt herself on the brink of another orgasm, and she knew Arthur was close too. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he grunted and groaned with each thrust.

His hands gripped her hips possessively, holding her in place as he claimed her from behind.

The dirty talk continued, fueling the fire between them. "You like that, Isabelle? You like it when I fuck you in the dirt like the dirty little slut you are?"

She moaned, her breath hitching as he filled her up completely. "Yes, Arthur! I love it. I love when you talk to me like that.

I love how you make me feel so dirty, so filthy, like a cheap whore," Isabelle whispered, her voice dripping with desire.

Arthur growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he felt himself nearing the edge. "You are a cheap whore, Isabelle. You're mine to use however I want. To fuck however I want."

His words were filthy, crude, and they pushed Isabelle over the edge. She screamed out her orgasm, her pussy clenching around him tightly as he continued to pound into her.

He could feel her juices coating his cock, the slick wetness making it easier for him to thrust deeper and harder.

"Isabelle, fuck, you feel so perfect," he groaned, his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her back onto him. "So fucking tight, so fucking perfect."

His words fueled her desire, and she pushed back against him, grinding her hips against his. She reached down between her legs, her fingers finding her swollen clit as she began to rub herself.

"You like that, Arthur? You like when I touch myself while you fuck me from behind?" Isabelle asked, her voice a husky whisper.

Arthur groaned, his balls tightening as he watched her pleasure herself. "Yes, Isabelle. I love how much you enjoy it. I love watching you cum," he said, his strokes becoming faster as he felt his climax approaching.

Isabelle's breath came in short, sharp gasps as she felt herself spiraling toward another orgasm.

Her fingers moved faster, rubbing circles around her clit as Arthur's cock pistoned in and out of her wetness.

Their bodies moved in unison, sweat dripping from their skin as they fucked like animals in the dirt.

The saloon door creaked open again, and this time, a group of cowboys stepped out, cigars hanging from their mouths.

They stopped in their tracks as they saw the two bodies writhing against each other in the darkness. One of them whistled low, a filthy grin spreading across his face.

"Well, well, well. Looks like we've got ourselves a little show," he drawled, elbowing his buddy in the ribs.

But Arthur and Isabelle didn't care. They were in their own world, lost in each other as they sought out their final release. Isabelle's hand moved faster, her fingers slick with her own wetness. She could feel herself spiraling toward oblivion, her body tensing up with anticipation.

Arthur's thrusts became more urgent, his cock swelling inside her.

She could feel him tense up, his hips bucking as he filled her with his hot seed.

The feeling of him releasing inside her was the final straw, pushing her into her own orgasm. She screamed out, her body shuddering with pleasure as her own release washed over her.

As they came down from their high, they stood there, panting and sweating. The sounds of the saloon spilled out into the night air around them, but it felt like they were in their own little world.

Arthur pulled out of her slowly, and they both winced at the sensation. He reached down and adjusted himself, before pulling up his pants and buckling his belt.

He turned to Isabelle, who was still leaning against the wall, catching her breath.

Then he heard the hollers and catcalls coming from the drunken cowboys who had just left the saloon. "That was quite a show!" one of them cried out.

Isabelle straightened up, her cheeks flushed, as she buttoned her dress.

But she didn't seem embarrassed or ashamed.

She looked at Arthur with a glint in her eyes, and said, "We'll finish this later, cowboy.

Right now, I want to get out of here."

He grabbed her hand, his grip firm and unyielding. "Let's go," he said gruffly.

They walked quickly, their boots crunching on the gravel road. The moon hung high in the sky, casting long shadows on the buildings around them. The night air was cool, but Isabelle felt like she was burning up, her body still humming with pleasure and desire.

They didn't say anything as they walked, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Arthur led her through the town, past the small hotel and the general store.

His hand was clenched around hers, his grip just shy of painful. They walked quickly, but Isabelle's mind was reeling. What had just happened between them was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. It was raw, primal, and completely unlike the proper, polite interactions she was used to.

As they walked, she couldn't help but glance at him out of the corner of her eye. He was stoic, his face expressionless in the moonlight. But his eyes were intense, focused on something in the distance.

Finally, they arrived at their destination: an abandoned cabin on the outskirts of town. It was hidden from view by a grove of trees, making it the perfect place for their rendezvous.

As soon as they stepped inside, Arthur turned to Isabelle, his eyes blazing with desire. He pulled her roughly against him, his mouth descending on hers in a bruising kiss.

Isabelle moaned into his mouth, her body already reacting to his touch.

She could feel his erection pressing against her through his pants, and she rubbed herself against him, desperate for more.

Without breaking the kiss, Arthur unbuttoned her dress, his fingers brushing against her skin as he pushed the fabric aside. She shivered with pleasure, her nipples hardening under his touch.

He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as she arched her back with a sigh. He pinched them gently, and she whimpered, the sensation sending waves of pleasure straight to her pussy.

She had never experienced such raw, intense passion before, and it was quickly becoming addictive.

Arthur's hands were all over her body, touching, groping, exploring every inch of her skin. And she reveled in the feeling, letting out a series of low moans as he expertly manipulated her sensitive flesh.

"Goddamn, Isabelle," he growled, his voice low and gravelly. "You have no idea how much I fucking want you."

She gasped as he roughly palmed one of her breasts, his thumb flicking over her nipple.

She could feel the heat pooling between her legs, her pussy aching with need.

Arthur's hand drifted down her body, pausing to dip into the soft folds of her pussy. He stroked her clit gently, and she shuddered with pleasure.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he growled, his voice full of want.

She nodded, unable to speak as he slipped a finger inside her, then two. He started to move them, thrusting slowly at first, then faster, his thumb still working her clit.

"Oh, fuck!" she screamed out, her nails digging into his shoulders as she came hard, her muscles clenching around his fingers.

"That's it, baby," he groaned. "Squeeze my fingers."

She collapsed against him, breathing heavily as he slid his fingers out of her and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean.

"You taste so fucking good," he said, his eyes burning with desire.

"I could eat you all night long."

With that, he dropped to his knees in front of her.

Isabelle gasped as he pried her legs apart, exposing her swollen sex to his eager gaze. He leaned forward, burying his face between her thighs, and she moaned as his hot tongue flicked against her slick folds.

"Oh, God, Arthur," she murmured, her hands reaching down to tangle in his hair. He was relentless, his tongue working her clit in steady, circular motions while his fingers delved deep inside her.

Isabelle writhed against him, her hips rocking back and forth as he brought her to the brink of orgasm once again.

"Don't stop," she begged, her breath hitching in her throat. "I'm so close."

"Come for me, then," he commanded, his voice muffled against her skin.

She did as he instructed, her pussy clenching around his fingers as she screamed out his name. He continued to lick and suck at her, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure until she begged him to stop.

Only then did he stand up, his lips glistening with her juices.

"Fuck, you taste good," he said, his voice low and husky.

Isabelle could only whimper in reply, her body still reeling from the intense orgasm he had just given her. But she knew she wasn't done yet. She wanted more. Needed more.

"My turn," she rasped, pushing him down onto the bed.

Arthur grunted as she straddled him, her wetness slicking his hard cock.

She reached down between them, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. And then slowly, so slowly, she slid down onto him, inch by delicious inch.

"Fuck," he groaned as she enveloped him, her tight heat gripping him like a vise.

Isabelle moaned, her head falling back as she began to move, grinding her hips against him. She rode him with an expert touch, her body moving in sinuous waves as she took him deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Her breasts bounced with her movements, and Arthur couldn't resist reaching up to cup them, to tease her nipples with his fingertips.

Isabelle moaned, her hips undulating as she ground herself against him. She was so wet, so hot, that Arthur felt himself on the brink of exploding inside her with each movement. But he held back, not wanting this moment to end too soon.

He wanted to savor every moment of being buried deep inside her tight heat, to feel every shiver that ran through her body in response to his touch.

"You feel so fucking amazing, Isabelle," he groaned as she continued to ride him with reckless abandon.

"I can't get enough of you," she panted, her breath hot on his neck.

Her hands wandered up and down his chest, clutching at him as if he was the only thing keeping her grounded. And in a way, he was.

Being with Isabelle was like nothing Arthur had ever experienced before. She made him feel alive, like he could be the man he always wanted to be but never dared to. He was an outlaw, a criminal, but with her, he felt like he could be someone worthy of love and adoration.

Isabelle's breath caught in her throat as she felt Arthur's fingers explore her wetness. She was already so aroused, so ready for him. Being with him was an addiction, one she couldn't get enough of.

His ruggedness and mysterious past drew her in, and his muscles, tanned skin, and expertise in bed kept her captivated. He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, he spoke with a low, commanding tone that made her heart race.

As she continued to ride him, she braced her hands on his broad chest and arched her back, allowing him to thrust deeper into her. He filled her up completely, and she let out a low moan as he hit just the right spot.

"You like that, Isabelle?" he asked gruffly, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as she nodded. "I knew you would."

He began to thrust up into her harder, his movements deliberate as he teased her with each stroke. His fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as she rocked back and forth on top of him.

Her breasts bounced with each movement, and Arthur couldn't resist taking them into his mouth, sucking and teasing her nipples until they were red and raw.

Isabelle moaned loudly, her hips grinding harder against his, seeking the release she knew was just moments away.

Arthur's fingers found her clit, rubbing slow circles over the sensitive nub until Isabelle was writhing and begging for more. He lifted her slightly, allowing him to thrust upward harder, filling her completely with every powerful stroke.

Isabelle screamed as she came, her pussy clenching around his cock like a vice. Arthur couldn't hold back any longer, and with one final thrust, he emptied himself inside her.

She collapsed onto his chest, panting heavily as they both tried to catch their breath.

"Fuck, Belles," he whispered in her ear, his voice filled with raw emotion. "That was... I've never felt anything like that before."

She smiled against his chest, her breath warm and ticklish against his skin. "Neither have I, Arthur." She looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "I've never felt this connected to anyone before."

He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheek.

"You're so beautiful, Isabelle. So strong and independent. It's impossible not to be drawn to you."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Arthur. That means more to me than you could ever know." She hesitated for a moment, before continuing,

"But I need to know more about you. What happened in your past that made you so afraid to open up to me?"

Arthur tensed, his body stiffening beneath her. "I can't talk about it, Isabelle.

I'm sorry," Arthur said, his voice laden with pain.

She could see the torment in his eyes and knew that whatever had happened in his past was causing him great suffering. She also knew that pressing him for answers would only push him further away.

"Okay, I understand," she said softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "But know that I'm here for you, whenever you're ready to open up."

Arthur nodded, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. "Thank you, Isabelle.

I appreciate that more than you can imagine," Arthur said, his voice hoarse.

Isabelle smiled and nuzzled against his chest before climbing off of him and getting dressed.

"You know, Isabelle, as much as I want to stay here with you all night, I can't. I have to get going. My past is catching up to me, and I need to take care of some things," he said, his demeanor turning serious.

Isabelle nodded, understanding that there were things in his past that he needed to deal with on his own.

Despite her desire to know more about him, she respected his privacy and realized that he would tell her when he was ready.

As they exited the cabin, the moonlight streamed in through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Arthur turned to Isabelle, his expression softer.

He reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

"I want you to know that every time I close my eyes, I see your face, and I can't help but feel like I've found something special with you."

Isabelle's heart soared at his words, and she leaned in, brushing her lips against his. "I feel the same way, Arthur. There's something between us that can't be explained. I don't care about your past or the fact that you're an outlaw.

All I know is that I want you. I want you to consume me and to make me forget about everything else. I want to feel your rough hands on my skin and your lips on mine. I want you to take me against the wall like you did earlier, or better yet, bend me over the bar and fuck me in front of everyone in the saloon."

Arthur stared at Isabelle, his eyes blazing with lust. He didn't say anything, but his body betrayed him. He stepped closer to her, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her against him.

She could feel his erection pressed against her stomach, and it sent a thrill through her.

"Fuck, Angel," he muttered, his lips brushing against her ear. "You have no idea what you do to me."

She pressed her hips against his, grinding against him. "I think I have a pretty good idea," she replied, her voice sultry and low.

He growled low in his throat and captured her lips with his. It was a rough, demand kiss, his tongue plundering her mouth.

Isabelle's nipples hardened, and she could feel the warmth pooling between her legs again.

"Fuck it," Arthur muttered, breaking the kiss. He picked Isabelle up and carried her back inside the cabin, kicking the door closed behind them.

He set her down on the bed, and Isabelle watched him hungrily as he stripped off his clothes. His chest was broad and covered in a light dusting of hair that tapered down to his groin. Isabelle couldn't help but stare at his cock, which was already hard and standing at attention.

It was thick and long, with veins that stood out on the shaft. She licked her lips, suddenly feeling hungry for a taste.

Arthur must have sensed what she was thinking because he crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He pushed her dress up to her waist, exposing her bare pussy to his gaze.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he growled, running a finger through her folds.

Isabelle moaned as he circled her clit, teasing her with his touch.

She spread her legs wider, inviting him to explore her deeper. He obliged, slipping a finger inside her wet pussy. She was tight and warm, and he couldn't resist the urge to bury his face between her legs and taste her sweetness. He licked and sucked, swirling his tongue in a way that had her writhing in pleasure. She gripped his hair, pulling him closer as she ground her hips against his face.

He could feel her getting close, her moans growing louder and her breathing faster.

He slid a second finger inside her, curling them to hit that magical spot that he knew would send her over the edge.

Isabelle screamed out his name as she came hard, her pussy clenching around his fingers. He continued to lick and suck at her swollen clit until she begged him to stop, her legs trembling.

As she came down from her high, Arthur crawled back up her body, his cock pressed firmly against her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, staring deep into his eyes as she guided him into her.

He groaned with pleasure as he felt the warmth of her enveloping him, her slick pussy tight around his cock. She felt incredible, and he began to thrust deeper, harder, unable to control himself.

"Fuck, yes. Just drag that big cock in and out of me like that, Arthur. You know how much I love it," she whispered, lust coating each word. She arched her back, providing him with deeper access to her depths.

He obliged with enthusiasm, his hips snapping forward and retreating at a quickened pace.

With every thrust, his balls slapped against her ass, and the room filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, skin slapping against skin, and the obscene wet noises of their fucking. At this point, they had shed all inhibitions, lost in the throes of their lust-filled haze.

Isabelle's tits bounced as he drove deeper into her, his pelvis grinding against her clit with each stroke. It was fucking heavenly. Her nails clawed his back as she screamed obscenities, her dirty mouth matching the filth of their actions.

"Harder, Arthur. Fuck me harder," she demanded, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her heels digging into the firm globes of his ass.

He obliged, his hard cock pistoning in and out of her, the slick sound of their fucking filling the room.

He gripped her hips, fingers digging into her flesh as he rammed into her, their bodies slapping together.

"Fuck, Belles, you feel so goddamn good," he grunted, sweat dripping from his brow as he pounded her.

"Harder, Arthur, harder," she panted, her tits bouncing wildly as he fucked her into the bed.

He wasn't gentle, but that was what she loved about him. His rough, savage thrusts, the way he took her without holding back.

She didn't want him to hold back. She craved his raw power, his wildness. She wanted to feel every inch of him, losing herself in the ecstasy of their lovemaking.

And that's exactly what they did. They didn't care about who was watching or what the townsfolk would think. They just cared about the heat of their passion, the electric spark that sparked between them.

Isabelle met every one of his rough thrusts with an eager moan.

The way Arthur's body moved was like poetry in motion. Every focus point in her body, from her nipples to her clit, was alight with electrical pleasure. She moved a hand between her legs to rub her clit, but Arthur swatted it away frustrated.

"I'll take care of that," he growled, his voice raw from the intensity of their mating.

He moved Isabelle's legs off his shoulders and hiked her thighs around his waist, allowing for deeper access to her warm, slick depths.

He smirked at the breathless moan that escaped her lips as he plunged back inside her.

"Yes, oh God, yes," she panted, nails digging into his back. "Don't stop. Don't ever stop."

Arthur grinned, enjoying the power he had over her in this moment. He continued to pound into her, each thrust making her breasts jiggle and her moans grow louder.

The bed squeaked and groaned under their weight, but neither of them cared.

Arthur leaned down to capture one of Isabelle's hard nipples in his mouth, sucking it roughly while he continued to piston his hips. She cried out, clutching at his shoulders as he bit down gently, causing a torrent of pleasure to surge through her.

His hand moved down to her thigh, gripping it tightly as he spread her legs wider. He began to pound into her harder, faster, and deeper.

With each thrust, he could feel her tightening around him, her moans and gasps urging him on.

"Fuck, Isabelle, you feel so good. So tight and wet," he growled, his hands gripping her hips as he drove into her again and again.

She clung to him, meeting his every stroke with her own. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, her muscles tensing as she approached her climax.

"Don't stop, Arthur.

Don't you dare stop," Isabelle pleaded with him as she dug her nails into his back. She wrapped her legs around him even tighter, pulling him deeper into her.

Arthur grinned wickedly at her words. He loved being in control, especially when it came to taking Isabelle to new heights of pleasure. He reveled in her moans and gasps, feeding off her each and every reaction.

He quickened his pace, his hips slapping against hers with a loud, wet sound.

The bed shook beneath them, creaking ominously as Arthur's powerful body took control of their shared pleasure. Isabelle's nails bit into his shoulders as she urgently held on, matching his thrust for thrust with a wildness that only fueled his desire.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her voice growing hoarse as she neared her peak. "Fuck me harder, Arthur."

Her words sent a rush of energy coursing through his veins, spurring him on.

"You want it harder, Isabelle? You got it, baby."

And with that, he took her at her word. He drove into her like a madman, each thrust harder than the last.

The way their bodies collided, the sharp, sexy sound of their coupling, the feral noises of pleasure that escaped from them were pure, unadulterated lust.

"Shit, fuck, damn," Arthur grunted, sweat dripping from his brow as he pounded into her.

"You feel like heaven, Belles."

Isabelle gasped, gripping his shoulders as she took every inch of him. "You feel like a fucking dream, Arthur. I never want this to end."

Their bodies slapped together, creating a rhythm that echoed through the dimly lit cabin.

Arthur's hands gripped Isabelle's thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he drove himself deeper into her. Isabelle's breath came in short panting gasps as she met every thrust with one of her own, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.

Arthur's hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer with each forceful thrust. The sound of their skin slapping together, the dirty talk exchanged between them, and the way Isabelle's legs trembled around Arthur's waist all contributed to the growing heat building between them.

"Fuck, Belles," Arthur groaned, sweat beading on his forehead as he picked up the pace. "I need to be deeper inside you."

Arthur grunted, his hips pistoning ferociously, driving every inch of his thick cock into Isabelle.

Isabelle gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy as Arthur's fingers dug into her hips, pulling her onto his cock. "Yes, harder. Give me every inch of that beautiful cock, Arthur."

Isabelle's fingers dug into his chest as he continued to plow into her, their bodies slick with sweat.

The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet *slap* of his hips meeting her thighs. Arthur's thrusts became erratic as he felt himself reaching the brink of release.

"Fuck, Belles, I'm gonna come."

Isabelle moaned, her head thrown back as she felt him swell inside her. "Yes, Arthur, fill me up.

I want to feel you come inside me," Isabelle panted, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he continued to thrust into her.

With a final guttural cry, Arthur emptied himself deep inside her, his cock twitching with the aftershocks of his climax.

As they both lay there, panting and sweating, Isabelle couldn't help but feel a sense of liberation wash over her.

It was as if all the societal norms and expectations that had been ingrained in her since birth had been lifted off her shoulders, allowing her to truly be herself in this moment.

She looked at Arthur, whose head was resting on her chest, and ran her fingers through his sweaty hair. He looked up at her and smiled, causing her heart to skip a beat.

"Thank you," she whispered, unsure of what else to say.

"For what?" he asked, confused.

"For making me feel alive," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Arthur looked at her, puzzled, but before he could say anything, Isabelle pressed her lips to his, silencing him with a kiss. Her tongue snaked out, tracing his bottom lip before slipping into his mouth.

The kiss was slow and deliberate, a gentle caress that belied the passion that crackled between them like lightning.

Arthur groaned low in his throat, his hands coming up to cup Isabelle's face as he deepened the kiss. She responded with equal fervor, her tongue exploring the recesses of his mouth as her nails traced patterns on his chest.

Arthur hesitantly pulled away, "Belles, we can't stay here all night."

He groaned, still trying to catch his breath.

Isabelle sighed, "I know." She reluctantly let go of him, as he pulled himself away and got off the bed.

Arthur bent down to pick up his clothes, and Isabelle couldn't help but admire his physique. His toned muscles rippling in the dim light, and his perfectly proportioned ass constantly caught her eye.

She watched as he put on his pants, and she felt her breath hitch in her throat as he turned around and began buttoning up his shirt.

The sight of his abs, lightly dusted with hair, was mesmerizing. She licked her lips unconsciously as she thought of how they had felt under her hands just moments ago.

He caught her staring and grinned wickedly. "Like what you see, Belles?"

She blushed, but she didn't look away. "Maybe."

He laughed and walked back over to the bed, sitting down next to her and tracing a finger down her arm.

"You're so beautiful, Isabelle," he murmured, his voice low and husky.

Isabelle felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She had never thought of herself as particularly beautiful, but the way Arthur looked at her made her feel like the most desirable woman in the world.

"You're not so bad yourself," she replied, a playful smile on her lips.

Arthur chuckled and leaned in to kiss her.

It was a soft, tender kiss, the kind that made her heart race and left her breathless.

He pulled away too soon, but before she could protest, he was standing up and finished getting dressed.

"As much as I would love to stay here all night with you, Belles, I can't. I have to get going."

Isabelle frowned but didn't say anything.

She understood that he had his own demons to deal with, and she wasn't going to pressure him. As they stepped out of the cabin, Arthur wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close and whispering in her ear, "I'll make it up to you, Belles. I promise."

Isabelle smiled and leaned into him, "I'll hold you to that, cowboy."

They headed back to the main street, arm in arm. The night was still young, and the town was bustling with energy. Music and laughter spilled out of the saloon as war soldiers, ranchers, and other townsfolk celebrated their freedom.

They walked hand in hand to the stables and Arthur's horse, Boadicea.

The sound of the horse's whinnying filled the night air, a comforting and familiar sound to Isabelle. She had always loved horses, and Arthur's mare was no exception.

Arthur turned to Isabelle and whispered, "I have to leave now, Belles. But I promise I'll come back for you as soon as I can."

Before she could say anything, he leaned in and kissed her deeply. His tongue explored her mouth, igniting a fire within her that threatened to consume her in its flames.

She kissed him back fiercely, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

"I don't want you to leave," she whispered breathlessly when they finally broke apart.

But enterprising Arthur had already climbed onto his horse, and he extended a hand down to her. "Get on, Belles," he urged.

And without a second thought, she swung herself up and settled behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist. The horse whinnied and started off at a gallop, and Isabelle held on tight, her body pressed against Arthur's.

The cold night air whipped past them, but the heat between them was enough to keep them warm. Isabelle could feel the muscles in Arthur's stomach contract and ripple under her hands, and she couldn't resist the urge to slide them lower, to the waistband of his pants.

He groaned as she stroked him through the rough fabric, and she felt him grow hard and thick beneath her fingertips.

"Fuck, Isabelle," he breathed, his voice ragged with desire. "You're gonna be the death of me."

Arthur's voice was strained, his muscles tense as Isabelle's hand continued its exploration.

She leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear. "But," she whispered, "what a way to go."

They arrived at the edge of town, and Arthur reined in the horse, bringing it to a stop. He turned to face Isabelle, his determination evident in the set of his jaw.

"We can't keep doing this, Isabelle. I can't keep letting you tempt me like this."

Isabelle stared back at him, her breathing shallow as she felt her body respond to his words. "But I want you, Arthur."

Arthur's eyes darkened with desire as he saw the hunger in Isabelle's gaze. He reached out and stroked her cheek, before running his thumb over her bottom lip. "You're playing with fire, sweetheart. You might just get burned."

Arthur warned, but the teasing gleam in his eyes told her he knew she wouldn't back away.

They were still on Boadicea, with Isabelle sitting behind him with her chest pressed against his back.

"No one needs to know that I'm the one who lit the match," she whispered.

A crooked grin broke out on his face, and with that he dug his spurs into Boadicea and they galloped into the night.

The wind whipped through their hair and stung their cheeks. The moon hung heavy in the sky, casting long shadows on the ground as they thundered across the open plains.

Arthur deftly maneuvered the horse around the many obstacles that came up in their path, not wanting to take any unnecessary risks that may lead to a spill. He glanced back at Isabelle to make sure that she was still there, still holding onto him just as tightly as she had been before.

She was radiant in the moonlight, her long hair streaming out behind her and her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Arthur tightened his grip on the reins, his body tensing as he felt his desire for her grow. He knew he shouldn't want her as much as he did, but he couldn't help himself. She was like a drug, and he was quickly becoming addicted.

As they rode, the tension between them grew, building with each passing moment until it was thick and heavy in the air. Arthur could feel it in his bones, in the way his heart raced and his blood ran hot in his veins.

Isabelle did this to him - she made him reckless in a way that he hadn't allowed himself to be for years. It was dangerous, and he fucking loved it.

Isabelle shifted behind him, her thighs clasped tight around his waist as she pressed herself against him.

She reached around him, her hands roaming over his hard, muscular chest, her touch sending a jolt of electricity straight to his cock.

"Goddammit, Isabelle," Arthur growled, his voice thick with desire. "Do you know what you're doing to me?"

"Mmhmm," she murmured, her lips brushing against his ear.

Her hands continued their descent, tracing a path over his abs, down to the waistband of his jeans. She popped the button and slid the zipper down, freeing his aching cock from its confines.

It sprang free, already rock hard and ready for her.

"Fuck, Isabelle," he groaned, throwing his head back as she wrapped her fingers around him. She began to pump her hand up and down, sliding her fist along the length of his shaft. His hips jerked in response, his cock twitching in her hand.

Boadicea continued her rhythmic trot.

"You like that?" she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She leaned in close, pressing her breasts against his back as she spoke. She nipped at his earlobe, biting down gently before licking the sensitive skin.

"Yes," he hissed, his body tensing with pleasure. He reached behind him, cupping the back of her head as he ground his ass back against her, sliding his cock through her slick fist.

Isabelle moaned, her free hand coming up to caress his chest. She scraped her nails over his nipples, eliciting a growl from deep in his throat.

"Fuck, Belles," he grunted, his hips snapping back and forth as she continued to stroke him.

He was bigger than any man she had ever been with, and the feeling of his thick cock in her hands was intoxicating. She wanted to taste him, to feel his length slide down her throat, but for now, this would have to do.

Isabelle increased her pace, jacking him off with quick, rough strokes as he bucked against her. His fingers clenched in her hair, pulling tight as he groaned in pleasure.

"I'm gonna come, Isabelle," he warned, but she didn't stop, didn't slow down.

Instead, she increased her pace, tugging and pulling at him with a desperate need. And with a guttural roar, he exploded, spurting hot jets of sticky liquid all over her hand and his jeans.

Isabelle grinned with satisfaction, squeezing out the last few drops before letting go of his rapidly softening cock. "Feel better?"

Arthur adjusted himself, buttoning up his jeans as Boadicea lazily continued to trot through a grove of trees.

His heart was still racing from the intense orgasm that Isabelle had given him. He looked back at her, her eyes shining with a wild hunger that he had only ever seen in her before. It was electrifying, and terrifying all at once.

He cleared his throat, trying to break the tension that had settled between them. "Isabelle, we can't keep doing this."

"Why not?" she asked, her voice soft but firm.

He turned to face her fully, his hands gripping the reins tightly. "Because it's not right.

I'm an outlaw, Isabelle. I've done things that would make your skin crawl. And yet, here I am, unable to resist the pull of your body, the sound of your voice, the way you look at me with those fiery eyes that see straight through my tough exterior."

Isabelle scoffed, her hand reaching out to rest on his thigh. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't know the things you've done? But I don't care, Arthur. I want you.

Those words cut through the darkness that had shrouded Arthur's heart for so long. And now, as he gazed into Isabelle's eyes, he felt his resolve crumbling. He was tired of fighting it, tired of denying himself something that felt so right.

And as he pulled Boadicea to a stop and swung down from the saddle, he knew that he was done fighting. He was going to take what he wanted, and to hell with the consequences.

"I love you, Belles," he murmured, pulling her down from the horse. "I always have. Since the moment I laid eyes on you."

Her mouth dropped open, her heart stopped.

"What did you just say?" she breathed.

He took a step closer to her, pressing his body against hers. "You heard me," he growled, his breath hot against her neck.

She shivered, her body responding to his nearness despite her best efforts to resist. "But... but why?" she stammered, her mind racing.

He chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Because you're mine, Isabelle. You always have been. From the very first moment I saw you, all stubborn determination and fiery spirit, I knew you were meant for me. And I also knew that I was far from good enough for someone like you. So I hid from you, avoiding that pull you had on me, that irresistible force that, despite all my best efforts, I could not escape."

His lips were on hers before she could reply, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth as his hands roamed over her body. She moaned, her own hands reaching up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer still.

Reluctantly, Arthur pulled away. He knew he had to tell her about his past.

It haunted him like a ghost, whispering dark secrets into his ear when he least expected it. But now, in this moment, he could no longer deny himself the release that came from baring his soul to her.

"I killed men, Belles," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I've taken lives, more times than I can count. And for what? For money, for revenge, for sport. I'm not a good man, Isabelle. I'm not worthy of your love, and I never will be."

Isabelle looked up at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "That's where you're wrong, Arthur," she whispered. "Because I don't love you for your lack of sins. I love you despite them. I love you because of who you are, not because of who you were.

You're a good man, Arthur. You've done bad things, yes, but you're not defined by your past. You're defined by the choices you make in the present."

Isabelle's words hit home, sinking deep into Arthur's soul and taking root. He knew she was right, and yet, it was hard to shake the feeling of unworthiness that had plagued him for so long.

But as he looked down at Isabelle, her eyes shining up at him with love and adoration, he realized that he couldn't hold onto that darkness any longer. Not if he wanted to keep her in his life.

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Show Me What You're Made Of

The (Un)Official Guide to Hero-Keeping | Cont'd from Part 2

CW: escape attempt, disabled whumpee, trans whumpee, flashbacks (ptsd), past captivity references, needles mention, tied up, gunshot, general violence

* * * * * * * * [There are some scenarios in which you will want to invite a staged escape attempt just to foil it. Usually, this is done as a way to give hope to your captured hero only to viciously rip it away, but it can also be useful in making them reveal any powers they may have previously kept hidden.

It must be noted that inviting a non-staged escape attempt is very risky and generally a terrible idea, as there is always a chance the hero will be able to overpower you. Don’t get cocky, and always have a fail-safe. If done correctly, a failed escape attempt can be devastating to both a hero’s emotional and physical well-being and aid in long-term hero-keeping.]

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Stan was not a fast runner in any capacity. Especially without the use of his cane or any magical intervention to help his knee move along.

He could run without a mobility aid, sure, but that didn’t mean that a sharp pang of protest from his damaged knee didn’t light up his entire leg with every heavy step, and it certainly didn’t mean that he had the balance required to keep running smoothly like your average able-bodied person.

That realization blasted him like a truck as soon as he stood up and took his first steps to bolt toward the door, but at that point, it was way too late to turn back.

He pitched himself toward the wall and slammed into it with a methodically placed shoulder, using the cold cinderblocks to keep balance. With that support, and if he ignored the steadily increasing pain-filled protest from his leg, he could practically run normally!

Then a yell. He could hear footsteps pounding up behind him, gaining on him.

For a brief moment, he could already feel the iron grip around his wrist or his shirt, or the arm snaking around his stomach, the heave backward just as his fingers brushed the door handle, the slam to the ground, how he’d be bound up and forced back to that stupid chair and probably be tortured or whatever else the mercenary saw fit to do to him.

Fuck that.

If he couldn’t outrun him, he’d just have to fight him off.

Stan whirled around and sent out the sturdiest force he could muster to grab onto the bounty hunter's ankle. Just enough so that it caught in the air and missed the floor entirely, and the hunter pitched forward with a surprised shout and fell face-first into the concrete floor, the residual blue glow of the magic still half enveloping his leg. Stan could feel the energy seeping out of him like a punch to the gut, but he didn’t stop to see the rest of the damage before turning around and booking it again.

He slammed the mercifully unlocked door open wide and frantically ran outside, hesitating for just a moment because he didn’t expect to run face-first into what looked to be a warehouse wall, complete with a wide hallway he couldn’t see the end of, high ceilings, blank walls, and cold clinical lighting like a goddamn horror movie.

And no exit door in sight.

He raced to the nearest hallway turn, ignoring his pounding head and screaming weak knee and imminent exhaustion and burning lungs and the ever-threatening presence of the bounty hunter and just focused on the one and only task of ‘RUN!’ He couldn’t afford any other thoughts.

He finally barreled past the blind corner, and there was a door! Stan allowed himself a small relieved laugh at the sight of it.

A flash of the mercenary streaked in his periphery. Stan only squeaked slightly. He needed to get away, to slow him down again, he was so close, so close. So he twisted around to throw some sort of magic bullshit at him again when–

And his knee torqued.

He stumbled.

Lost his balance.

He shoved into the wall again so he didn’t fall flat on his face, and tried to push up again and run, or attack, or do something. And in that moment, despite everything, he saw a flash of red on the back of his hand that he hadn’t noticed before that drew all his attention; A tiny little smiley face, no doubt carved in the first time the bounty hunter messed with him when he was tied to the chair.

Then the bounty hunter tackled him to the ground.

Stan fought to get back up, but all he managed was a terrified shuffling of limbs and a feeble attempt at drawing up enough energy to fight the mercenary off as he quickly pinned Stan down with a straddling of the hips and threw a devastating punch across Stan's jaw that made him have to blink exploding stars away.

He held up his arms to protect his face, instinctively trying to curl up and away from the source of the pain. Noise surrounded him, that frizzy buzzing sensation filling his head with cotton and making it hard to think. His entire body felt like it was seizing up.

He wasn’t done yet. This wasn’t done yet.

“GET OFF!!”

Stan used every last bit of power he had to push the man off of him. The walls around them glowed an electric blue, and the bounty hunter lifted violently up into the air with a surprised yelp. But not before he grabbed the front of Stan’s shirt and dragged the hero right along with him with an equally terrified shriek.

Then Stan slammed face-first into the ground, barely managing to get his arms under himself in time to soften the landing. One which was not made any softer by the person landing on top of him.

“Holy shit... you don’t know when to quit, do you?” the voice above him cut through heavy breaths, a suddenly prominent southern twang vibrating through a growl of his voice.

Stan felt a punch in the right of his ribcage.

His muscles seemed to stop working entirely for a moment. Then a strange blooming agony started working its way outward throughout his torso.

His eyes unfocused. He curled in on himself as much as he could. It wasn't much at all. He couldn’t move. He felt an increasing pressure emanating from the area, the unbearable stinging pain spread throughout his torso and he squeaked trying to hold in a full-blown scream, breathless yet barely able to suck in a single gasp into his shuddering body.

He barely even noticed when a hand tangled through the hair at the back of his head until it yanked him up and arched his back, causing what felt like knives stabbing through his ribs. He gritted his teeth. If nothing else, he wasn't going to give the bounty hunter the satisfaction of hearing him scream.

The hand slammed his face down into the ground. The sides of his vision starting to go dark. Then slowly receded back again. A ringing sound reverberated throughout his entire body, and he all but went limp pressing his forehead into the floor.

“Y’know, runt,” the voice of the bounty hunter penetrated Stan’s clouded mind with hard breath. He could feel the man messing around with his belt pouches as he pressed his knee sharply into Stan’s lower back. “I was really hoping I wouldn’t have to use this. I think it's demeaning and kinda inhumane, but you just had to fuck around and find out, didn’t you?”

Stan shook his head and squirmed fruitlessly, terrified of whatever this guy could possibly think was demeaning and inhumane.

He didn’t have to wait long to find out, because suddenly a strip of smooth leather ran under his neck and pulled tight under his Adam’s apple.

Stan froze mid-struggle. Clenched his hands, and his teeth, arched his back and pressed his face into the floor even more. He could only see bright white.

He already knew what the collar felt like.

And suddenly he wasn't in the dingy warehouse corridor anymore.

"No, no, no no no NO NO PLEASE STOP PLEASE!!"

The red eyes flicked down to his sister, pressing her face into his side and squeezing into him as tight as she could.

Then back up to him, holding his hand out threateningly, blue glow dancing across his fingertips.

“How old is she?”

He snarled, arms protectively pulling her into him. “Stay AWAY from us!”

The eyes softened slightly.

So why was a gun still pointing at his head?

–

He threw his hands violently out at the person in all-black combat gear and a slight electric blue glow enveloped their side. Their narrowed their eyes and hissed in annoyance.

“Collar the older one, and for gods sake, find the younger one and dispose of it or something.” The person in all-black combat gear nodded at him. “She’s the only one we need alive.”

–

He tried to fight back. He didn’t have the cane back then. Didn’t need one.

His powers were so new, and they were so many, and he was just a kid.

He never stood a chance.

The gun. The eyes behind it. Red sparkles, red and scary.

He faced them down.

They were supposed to be gone forever.

Then the rough woven fabric of a collar too tight around his neck.

The large hands squeezing his upper arms painfully, forcing him forward.

Restraining him.

Fighting.

Held down.

Experiments.

Needles.

NEEDLES.

Where was his family?

He clutched at the collar as it wrapped around his neck. He could feel his powers leeching away as he fought to keep his freedom.

CLICK.

The sound reverberated through his skull.

And now the cycle had begun anew.

An arm wrapped around his chest and strong-armed him to his feet. Stan would have screamed if he remembered how to. Instead, a strangled gasp choked out of his vocal cords as a heavy hand clasped onto his shoulder and propelled him forward.

He immediately stumbled and fell to one knee, agonizing pain bolting up and down his bad leg and almost face-planting in the process, because when were his hands cuffed behind his back again?

He felt the collar sitting on his throat and he tried to bring his hands up to rip the damn thing off, but he couldn't.

He couldn't, he couldn't, he tried but he couldn't.

A voice lilted somewhere all around Stan, and he could feel the hands grabbing at him. He shrieked and fell forward, scrambling all of six inches before he was backed up and shivering against the wall staring up at the heaving bounty hunter.

He did not look amused.

“You are so pitiful, you know that?”

Stan brought his knees up and pressed his face into his legs, as if that small protection could put the world between them.

“Chiquito, if you don’t get your ass up and walk with me back to that room, I will pick you up and throw you over my shoulder like a sack of goddamn potatoes and spike you into the fucking floor when we get there, do you want that?”

Stan stared glassily into the floor. “... you– you– y-you were– you were there-ere.”

“I was–... What?”

Stan’s gaze snapped to his eyes. Those dark eyes. He couldn’t see it now, but he was sure there was a red glint in the right light.

“You!” He shouted, as if that would clear up his babbling. “You were– it was you!”

The mercenary stared at him. Then clenched his fists, looked up, took a hissing deep breath, and released his fists again.

“You can have a mental breakdown when we get back, runt. Are you gonna walk there or am I dragging you there?”

He didn’t remember.

Of course he didn’t remember, it must have been ten years ago. Stan was just a kid, and everyone thought he was a girl back then. He himself thought he was a girl back then.

Things were different now. Things were going better.

“I– I– We–... Walk.”

“Great.”

He reached down and dragged Stan up by the upper arm, completely ignoring the way he violently flinched and tugged back.

Stan did his best to keep up, but in addition to hunching over the searing pain in his chest and trying to ignore the prickling bruise that must have been forming on his cheek, his leg was oozing spikes of lava up and down his entire hip and leg. Stan stumbled and almost pitched forward if it hadn't been for the bounty hunter's iron grip.

The bounty hunter groaned incredulously. “Oh my god!”

“Wait, wait, I– Don't–!”

That was all he managed to get out before he was swept off his feet and thrown over the man's shoulder, hitting the soft part of his stomach right on the bone, knocking the wind from his lungs and setting his side on fire all over again. And now he was upside down. His brain felt like it was made out of slime.

He barely managed to gather his bearings enough to start kicking and yelling when he was unceremoniously dumped against the wall, where his head cracked against the cold cinderblock and he bounced to the ground with a strangled gasp.

The world went bright white as the searing pain shot through his entire being, snaking around his brain and squeezing it in a chokehold so that there was no more thought, nothing else but the primal urge to curl up into a little ball to protect himself and the silent open-mouthed screams of a trapped animal clawing desperately for its life, seizing and twitching and paralyzed all because of a too hard smack to the head short circuiting any chance it had at survival.

Stan could barely feel anything over the deafening ringing in his ears, the buzzing feeling in his body as if he were entirely made of bees, the dizziness tilting the world around him on its axis like some bad carnival fair ride.

What was that all about?

Then he finally spotted the mercenary again, coming at him once more with chain in hand, and he may as well have been dunked in ice water with how fast that image sobered him up.

He clumsily kicked out with all his might, pressing his back into the wall as much as possible to get away while simultaneously realizing that with the wall behind him, probably concussed, dizzy, tied up, and in agonizing pain, there was no way he was going to win this fight.

He kicked anyway.

Even as the hunter seemed to grab the ankle of his good leg easily, he still tried to slam his foot into the hand of the bounty hunter to just get him off. He even managed to get a solid kick in, causing the hunter to jolt back with a pained cry and let go.

Stan felt some sort of twisted sense of pride that he managed to get a hit in even in his sorry state.

Which was quickly crushed when two hands grabbed either of his ankles and lifted them up high into the air, so high that Stan was only touching the ground with the upper part of his back. He couldn’t even use his arms for extra support with the way they were firmly stuck near the small of his back.

There was panting above him. “Alright, you gonna–”

“Let me GO!” Stan yelled, trying once more to kick out of the hold, pressing painfully down into the ground with the back of his head and writhing around erratically in one last herculean act of defiance. He kicked even as his bad knee screamed for him to stop, to rest, even as the fists around his ankles just tightened and became more rigid in response, even as the mercenary grunted out a string of curses trying to wrangle him in.

He wasn’t just gonna give in.

“¡Basta ya! Fucking stop, you lost!”

“Fuck you, make me!”

A sharp kick struck him square in the middle of his spine, and he nearly cracked his teeth with the clench of the jaw he made trying to hold back the scream. He almost involuntarily had to take a moment to catch his breath, then before he could start his protestations again, the cold metal claw of a manacle clamped around his ankle and locked in place with a final click click click that made Stan’s hairs stand on end.

But he was still upside down. The mercenary didn’t let go.

In fact, he held Stan up by only one leg now, and seemed to be fiddling with something that Stan couldn’t see because of his own overturned and battered body getting in the way. He could hear each heavy breath the mercenary seethed out, each one filling him with more dread.

He felt like he’d been hit by a truck. The adrenaline of the situation finally started to ebb away as it started to sink in that he was well and truly trapped, leaving room for the much more paralyzing fear that Stan had been battling since the moment he woke up here.

Not to mention the blood rush from being upside down for so long was stinging at his face and making his brain hurt. And dizzy. And everything felt like it was shrouded in clouds. Or maybe that was the concussion.

“Jesus Christ,” the mercenary finally breathed. “One hell of a fucking kicker…”

Stan wrenched his head up to snarl at the man and tried to kick his hand off his ankle.

He snatched it out of the air mid-kick, haphazardly pressing a small bundle of twine into his skin as he knocked Stan’s ankles together and held them there as he began to wind the thread around them.

“Yeah, no more kicking.”

Stan still tried to wriggle out with increasingly weaker and weaker cries of anger, even as his ankles were anchored together, even as the blood rushed to his head and made him more and more dizzy, feeling the pressure in his face rising, and his breaths becoming shallower and slower.

Even as all of his efforts did absolutely nothing, and he was left panting and shaking with effort to not go completely limp as his legs were still held up high above him.

Stan didn’t even have the energy left to fight anymore. Tears stung at his eyes as he finally let his head lay on the ground.

“All tuckered out?” the mercenary's voice came from above him. “This seems to work pretty well on you. Maybe I just just let you hang like this for a bit. I’ve got this like, chain thing in the middle of the room hanging from the ceiling, I could probably just like, clip this in–”

“No, no, no, no no no…”

“You’re sure?” The southern drawl was ever-present. “Just wanna make sure you learned to never fucking do that again… y'know, I could hogtie you, you’re already most of the way there.”

Stan felt something break just then. He heaved in a desperate, hitching breath. “Just… please just put me down. Please.”

His voice was barely even a whisper. Every breath put more strain on his lungs.

A moment passed.

Then the hold on his ankles released, and his body came crashing to the ground. His feet hit extra hard, and his bad knee felt like it was being attacked by angry stinging bees.

But he didn’t care.

He just rolled onto his side so he wasn’t lying on his bound wrists and lay there.

He heard the boots of the bounty hunter approaching him, and he used whatever energy he had left to open his eyes and stare up at him, pleading with him to not actually hogtie him, whatever that meant. He didn’t think he could handle more.

But the bounty hunter just stared back down at him, briefly meeting his eyes before giving his body a once over, then a small nod. He nudged Stan lightly with the toe of his boot, and Stan’s wandering eyes opened and focused back on the man before he even realized they had closed.

“Not gonna pass out on me, are ya?” the mercenary asked, as if they had just had a light sparring match instead of an irrefutable beatdown.

It almost seemed like he cared. Maybe he did.

Stan swallowed. “I’m– not.”

“Good. Don’t.”

The mercenary whipped around and started to walk away, giving Stan a faceful of the revolver strapped to his hip, still completely clipped in and unused.

He never stood a chance, did he?

Despite everything, a feeling of something akin to a mix of rage and sorrow bubbled up within his stomach.

“He-hey! Wait!”

The bounty hunter turned to face him again quizzically, and somehow that made Stan’s annoyance just grow.

“You didn’t even–” Why was he mad about this? “You didn’t use the gun! Coward!”

The mercenary’s gaze shot to his hip. Then back up to Stan. His nose twitched. Face blank, calculating.

Then in one smooth motion, the gun was out of the holster and pointing directly at Stan, and a deafening blast rang out throughout the entire room.

Stan felt a burning sting whiz by his ear, high-pitched and cutting through air microseconds before the blast shook him to his core. He screamed and ducked into himself, violently shoving back into the wall and cowering into a small ball.

Even as the ringing died down and Stan realized he wasn’t a splatter on the wall behind him, the stinging on the shell of his ear didn’t die down. It got more intense. He felt a single drop of something tickling down the side of his ear before dripping down onto his shoulder. Then another.

His attention ripped up to the mercenary, only to scramble further into the wall when he found the gun still pointed at him.

Another drip.

The mercenary flipped the revolver once and shoved it firmly back into its holster.

“I’ll use the gun next time.”

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Thunder In Our Hearts (Part 3)

Summary: The reader learns a little more about what happened when Soldier Boy was captured and the pair come to realize they shouldn’t judge each other in black and white terms. After Soldier Boy kills for the reader again, he’s more understanding of her and the reader starts to notice he might not be stuck in the past like she thought...

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Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x reader

Word Count: 2,300ish

Warnings: language, nudity, violence, drug/abuse/sexual assault/torture mentions

A/N: Spoilers for Season 3 of The Boys in this one! Could some progress start being made here?…

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You gasped under the ice cold shower, Soldier Boy growling as you went wide eyed, his hands shoving you back under.

“You were right, you shouldn’t get high. Sober the fuck up and go to bed.” He shut the door on you, leaving you shivering and soaked to the bone on the floor. You forced your hand up to turn the stream warmer, closing your eyes in relief. The change of sudden body temperature though had your stomach churning and soon you were in front of the toilet, heaving your dinner up.

Finally, you felt well enough to move and left your wet clothes behind, opting for a towel around your body to get you back to your bedroom.

“Y/N.” You jumped when you left the bathroom, Soldier Boy stepping out from his dark bedroom. You backed into yours, Soldier Boy stalking straight in, matching you step for step. “Do you honestly think I deserved what happened to me in Russia? Do you think I deserved to be locked back up in a box, allowed to never fucking die? Don’t start lying to me now, kid.”

You looked down at your feet, inhaling deeply. “If it were up to me, knowing what I do about what you’ve done, the innocent lives you’ve taken, the asshole you were raised to be? You deserved a few years. Maybe. But not forty. Forty is just someone just hurting you because they could. If you want to kill me for thinking you deserved some of it, that’s your choice.”

“I am not a violent asshole!” he shouted. He slammed his fist down, breaking the small table by the bed.

“You kind of are,” you dared. He laughed, running a hand through his hair. “Ben-”

“Don’t fucking Ben me. I am a motherfucking person! Don’t you say I deserved that shit!” He walked you back against the wall, hands balled into fists. “Say I didn’t deserve it. Say it!”

“The you today didn’t deserve it. But the guy from forty years ago? He sure as fuck did. If you hadn’t, can you honestly say you understand long term pain and suffering? Would you have let me live if you didn’t know what it was like to be hurt for no reason day after day after day?” He punched his fist straight through the wall by your head, body shaking. “You won’t scare me into changing my mind. Just get it over with.”

You closed your eyes when he reared back. When you opened them, he was gone and his bedroom door was shut, a light coming from underneath. Your knees buckled and you slid down the wall, inhaling sharply. But you made yourself get up and dressed, grabbing the computer and hiding away in your room, door locked.

Headphones in, you pressed play on a video from ‘97, Soldier Boy strapped to a table, wires and tubes sticking into his skin. He was drugged up on something, his head immobile but his eyes pleading.

“No, no, no,” he whispered, trying to break free but he was too weak. “Please not that today. Anything else. Please.”

A scientist in a biohazard suit approached him, a few others putting a bite guard in his mouth to keep it open.

“Subject test one liter nuclear waste. The subject has shown incredible sustainability against nuclear material in the past. Today we are testing a higher volume followed by a rapid expulsion of the material to test the subject’s stomach and esophagus for durability.”

“Oh my…” you trailed off, watching them pour a muddied liquid in his open mouth. You covered your mouth when they forced it out of him and into a durable container, Soldier Boy panting for air between screams. Some of it got on the floor and you watched wide eyed as it ate away through straight through the concrete.

A mask was placed over his mouth, Soldier Boy still shouting before he was out cold.

He was right.

No one deserved forty years of that.

Not even him.

“Good morning.” You offered him a plate of eggs and bacon when he exited his bedroom the next day. He ignored it, taking the whiskey bottle and plopping down on the couch instead. “Ben.”

“Say that name again and I’ll cave your skull in.”

“Okay, you’re pissed at me still. I get it. But can you understand my point I was making?” He looked over his shoulder, eyes wide.

“Because I did my job as a supe, as a hero, and saved people no matter the cost, I deserved that? Because maybe I thought I was a little better than some people, because of what I can do, I deserved that? I deserved to be poked and prodded like a fucking lab rat?” He was on his feet again and you didn’t want a repeat of last night. You met him halfway, his finger pointed at you when you did something surprising.

He froze, swallowing thickly.

“Why are you hugging me?” he said quietly.

“I just thought you could use a kind touch for once. I didn’t phrase it the right way last night. You didn’t deserve torture, Ben.”

“But I deserved punishment.”

“Yes and you got it. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just an asshole that’s stuck in the past.” The air was still. You dropped your arms, Ben, stroking his finger up and down your arm. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”

“Offer’s always on the table.” His finger continued to dance over your skin, pausing at a light bruise. “You’re young.”

“I’m thirty.”

“You’re young,” he said again, thumbing over the bruise. “I’m eighty years older than you and somehow we wound up living the same story. Children that disappoint their fathers by simply existing.”

“You don’t look a day over forty,” you said. He smiled, nodding his head. “I’d be willing to stay if you changed.”

“I won’t change.” He dropped his hand, instead picking up his breakfast, eating it as he leaned against the counter.

“I know. Part of me wishes you could.” He stopped chewing, pausing a beat. “I wish you weren’t afraid to talk to me either. No one’s going to come take your manhood away because you open up.”

“That’s pussy talk and seeing as how I don’t have one,” he said, giving you a look. “You’re out of luck. You get what you get.”

“Isn’t it funny? We can understand each other so much but we can’t stop making mountains out of molehills.”

“Strong men and strong women don’t work out. He thinks she’s a bitch and she thinks he’s an asshole. Just the facts.” He shoveled the eggs into his mouth as you sat down at the table, taking a sip of coffee.

“Sometimes. But sometimes, when the man realizes how great it is to have a strong partner, you form a motherfucking power couple.”

“What the fuck is a power couple?” You smiled, Soldier Boy rolling his eyes. “Maybe for the cameras but behind the scenes? Then-”

“She’s normally pulling the strings. Why do the work when your puppet can do it for you?” He brought his lips together, narrowing his eyes. “I am not calling you my puppet, Soldier Boy.”

“Good cause that ain’t never happening.” He put the dish in the sink as you cleared your throat. He groaned, putting on a smile. “Y/N you look rather stunning today-”

“Wash it yourself or I won’t buy you a present.”

“Present? What kind of present?”

“Trust me. You’re gonna love it.”

“Dude.” You were wide eyed when Soldier Boy slid into the backseat, covered head to toe in blood. “How many-”

“A lot. We should probably go.” You didn’t need to be told twice, checking him in the backseat every so often. Once you hit the state line you relaxed, Soldier Boy having shimmied out of his bloody suit and now crawling into the front seat in his boxer briefs. “I gotta hand it to the future. The underwear is amazing. Tight but not too tight. Soft, supportive of the boys.”

“Boxer briefs are what you love about modern day society. Of course they are,” you said, shaking your head. You shoved more wet wipes at him from when you’d ducked in a gas station along the drive down. “Clean yourself up please before we get pulled over.”

“So why is everyone so obsessed with being clean nowadays?” He held up a wipe, using it to get some dried blood off his ear.

“Maybe it’s because everyone goes around committing bloody murders and needs to be able to clean up fast.” He gave you a bitch face, tossing the wipe in the back. “Is being clean being a pussy now too?”

“No. I’m trying to learn as my wonderful partner in crime keeps telling me I should do more of.” He flashed you a cocky smile before it disappeared.

“Put on your seatbelt.”

“Kiddo I’ve drunk bleach. I’m kind of indestructible.”

“Again, I don’t want us to get pulled over.” He groaned, making a show out of putting it on, grumpily staring ahead. “Thank you.”

“I’m hungry.”

“You are literally a fucking child in a grown man’s body,” you laughed. “I don’t know why I’m still surprised.”

“Vought a burger,” he said, pointing out the window. He flashed you a smile and put on his puppy dog eyes. “I did just kill like twenty eight people for you. Not that I was counting.”

You pulled over, wide eyed as he closed his eyes.

“Twenty eight? Four. There were four names on that list! You killed-”

“First off, every motherfucker there deserved it. They were doing things to a female soldier. I thought you might appreciate that.” You gripped the wheel tight and sighed. “She was blindfolded. I brought her outside, cut her loose and told her to run which she did. Then I set the place on fire as agreed.”

You tapped the wheel, Soldier Boy slumping down into his seat.

“I thought you’d be happy I saved someone’s life.” You hadn’t been expecting any of that when you stumbled upon the fact all four men you wanted dead were getting together. But you should have known they were up to no good.

“Y/N? We should keep moving. Blood in the back?”

You nodded, hoping he got there before things had gone truly horrible for that poor girl.

“You are up early,” said Soldier Boy the next day. He sat next to you on the back step, nudging your arm. “Were you that girl? I mean, were you in her place once upon a time?”

“Joined the service to get away from my father. Got turned into a party favor for fucking assholes instead.” You rested your crossed arms on your knees, placing your chin on top. “Do you think I’m weak?”

“You killed at least eight guards by yourself at that place they were holding us. No, I don’t think you’re weak.”

“People in positions of power over me abused it, did what they wanted with me. I’m really surprised you don’t find me to be weak back then at least.”

“Are you trying to trick me into saying something asshole-ish again?” A small smile appeared on your face as you shook your head. “Facts are you’re weaker than a man. Just a fact. You made yourself strong though. You kept that fire. Most people see themselves as the victim. You’re the survivor. Big difference in my book.”

“I’m still less than you though because I’m weaker than you. It’s okay to say it, Soldier Boy.” He rested his palms flat against the porch, leaning back on them.

“I don’t fucking know anything anymore. Once upon a time, I thought men like that were real men. The hardass generals. The fighters. The soldiers. Now, shit, now maybe the guy wearing the fucking baby harness shit is a real man. I don’t know jack shit about this world. The more I learn, the more I don’t understand.”

“You are trying to learn,” you whispered. He didn’t look at you, gaze focused on the treeline. “Aren’t you?”

“The way I see it, you’re the only person on this planet that hasn’t fucked me over. I don’t agree with half the shit that comes out of your mouth but out of the two formally tortured, captive, betrayed people sitting here, one of us is a lot less fucked up than the other one.”

“You’re not that fucked up,” you said. You rested your head against his shoulder, feeling his cheek nuzzle the top of your head for a split second. “I mean you are but we can fix that. Unlike that Homelander guy. He’s fucking nuts with his cult.”

“The guy who replaced me? I’ve met the pussy.” You raised your head when he started to chuckle. “I never mentioned who I want to kill, did I?”

“Homelander?”

“Along with a few others. I know he’s strong. Killing him will require planning. I know our deal is to help find him but I’d appreciate the help.”

“Alright,” you said, holding out a hand, Soldier Boy shaking it. “Why do you want him dead? Cause he stole the spotlight and ruined your reputation?”

“That and…he’s my pathetic excuse for a son. I didn’t mention that, did I?”

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