#v. fix me 'cause i keep falling apart

[youraverageaemondsimp]

Incomprehensible Horror. // Demon!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader

Halloween Special 🎃

MDNI, DD:DNE(?): reader discretion is advised.

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WARNINGS: dubcon, cunnilingus, demon fucking(?), p in v sex, past life, mentions of abuse, plotting, murder, multiple orgasms, oral (f. receiving), size kink, cum eating, slight breeding kink, spooky vibes(?), manhandling, so much canon divergence, GoT S8 spoilers(?) kinda idk, the plot is shifted and extremely altered to fit this story. + not proofread

WC: 3.8k

A/N: the original draft got deleted and i had to rewrite it because I wanted to publish this before Halloween is over, so this is slightly rushed :(

There was something extremely eerie about the red keep that always set you on the edge whenever you would hear stories about it.

The burnt down remnants of it untouched as the city around it prospered, only developing more as the time passed on, with skyscrapers, branded shops, turning into what you would call a 'modern city'.

King's Landing was not the way it was anymore, the destruction of it provided a reason to rebuild the city entirely, it was a lengthy process but definitely worth it.

A seemingly innocent city until you look past the sky scrapers, shops, etc, revealing a sinister and a tragic history of the land, a story that involves a royal family fighting and going mad for the throne, only to succumb to their madness and go extinct.

There have been many attempts in the past to rebuild it, but all in vain as there have been cases of construction accidents, fatal injuries, suicides, making it impossible to rebuild it, so they turned it into a tourist attraction.

What a way to make money.

Yet they close it off the moment the sun begins to set.

You had visited it a lot, having been living in King's Landing for a while, it was basically harmless, making you wonder why it was rumoured to be haunted, when it's just a disfigured building with half of its structure on the ground.

It was a casual weekday for you, returning to your apartment from work after the sun had long set, you took the elevator up the building, the music abruptly coming to a stop way before you reached your floor, leaving you confused, but you soon broke out of your confusion when you heard the familiar 'ding' indicating that you reached your floor, and as soon as you left the elevator the automatic doors slammed quickly, causing a loud sound, startling you.

It seemed as if the elevator was having technical difficulties.

You make a mental note to take the elevator less often until it is fixed.

You quickly scurry to the side of your apartment, pulling the keys out and pushing it into the lockhole, turning it, which opens the door, but you stumble over something and lose your balance, holding the wall for support to not fall until you finally push yourself back onto your feet and look down.

It was a package.

But you had not ordered anything.

Weirdly enough, there was no address.

You should've left it there.

But you took it inside.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and the package not having any address only further fuelled your justification for opening it.

It was a book.

An occult type of book to be exact.

You opened it and skimmed through the pages, it seemed more like a personal diary than an instruction based book for spells.

And it was convincing enough at first until you read a certain page.

“Go to the ruins of the red keep at 3AM, and chant this, 'Oh rōvēgrie zaldrīzes dārilaros, māzigon naejot se iōragon gō nyke, ivestragī aōha kasta se melkasta laesi jurnegon rȳ nyke, iksan isse jorrāelagon hen aōha dohaeragon, kesan krenyikhé tepagon mirros ao jaelagon' for a miracle!” (Oh great dragon prince, come forward and stand before me, let your blue and purple eyes look at me, I am in need of your help, I will gladly give anything you wish.)

This made you chuckle, what kind of prank was this? This was so badly written to the point of making any paranoia you felt about this book dissipate immediately.

I mean, chanting spells? to summon a dead prince? it made you laugh, and of course the location was the red keep, a place rumoured to be haunted. It couldn't not be more obvious than that, because whatever this was, was clearly a joke.

So you pushed the book aside and settled for bed.

Sleep did not come to you.

Which you found odd.

You would usually be extremely tired, and the moment you lay on the bed, you would be pulled under the depth of slumber.

Yet now you squirmed, not being able to find any sleep.

You don't know how many hours passed, making you frustrated.

And your mind wandered off to what you had read earlier.

You glanced at the time, it read 2AM.

You purse your lips in thought, not knowing what to do.

You got up from your bed.

You knew this was a bad idea, sneaking into the red keep, with the stupid book in your hand as you navigated through the building, and then you ended up in a room with a bunch of paintings of the past targaryens.

You set the book down and kneeled, looking at the verse you were supposed to chant out loud, you bought out your phone and looked at the time, it read 2:59AM.

One more minute.

You did not know why you were doing this, normally, you were a rational person, you usually don't let your curiosity win in situations like this, having control over it, but in this case, it seems you had lost all your control, and it seemed as your mind is being controlled to do whatever was written on that page.

Besides, it's not like anything would happen.

It seemed fake after all.

Trying doesn't hurt.

You never really believed in ghosts or demons yourself, so what were you scared of?

And so as soon as the time read 3AM, you chanted the saying out loud.

You waited.

And waited.

You looked at the time, 3:10AM.

Nothing happened.

You let out a scoff, what did you expect? A demon to appear?

You collected the book and left the scene, annoyed that nothing happened, but you were also glad nothing happened at the same time.

The air felt colder than before, and lights seemed to flicker constantly whenever you crossed a street light, everything seemed out of place and odd, the buildings looked distorted.

Was your paranoid finally getting to you?

You felt a chill run up your spine.

It felt as if someone whispered in your ear, causing you to jump and look back, only to find nothing.

This was setting you on edge, you quickly walked faster back to your apartment, you frowned when you saw the "out of order" sign on the elevator, knowing that it was not there when you used it to come down prior to your visit to the red keep.

You sighed heavily and took the stairs, climbing to the floor you lived in, but for an odd reason, the stairs seemed to go on for longer, the more you climbed, the more they went on, you did not know if you were seeing things for feeling that way simply cause you were spooked, but you know for a fact that climbing 7 floors should not take more than 10 minutes at a slow pace, and yet here you were still climbing at a fast pace yet the stairs seemed to be never ending, you did not know if you were hallucinating the scribbled out floor numbers assigned to the respective floors or if they were originally like that before.

You looked down the stairwell, and it only seemed as if you climbed 3 floors, which left you baffled. You ran up as fast as you could, and to your relief you saw the '7th floor' on the board, indicating you were on your floor. You sighed in relief, making your way to your apartment, you did your best to ignore the constant flicker of lights, and what seemed like a dark figure standing from the corner of your eyes, the keys fumbled in your hands, it took you a few tries to unlock the door and when you did, you saw the figure move towards you, so you quickly rushed inside and slammed the door shut behind you.

You leaned against the door breathing heavily, closing your eyes and taking deep breaths, to try and calm your mind. You cannot tell if this was just your mind playing tricks because you're so worked up, or something odd is actually happening, but you know for the fact that whatever you were seeing was real.

Your apartment suddenly starts smelling putrid, making you scrunch up your nose. The smell was unbearable, as if thousands of dead rats were in your apartment, decaying away. It made you want to throw up, the foul scent leaving you light headed as you went towards your bedroom, to access the attached bathroom.

Luckily for you, the bedroom smelled like it usually would instead of dead rats, so you took a deep breath of the normal air, the nausea beginning to slowly fade away.

“For what have you summoned me, mortal?” a deep voice says, making you freeze in your spot, you turn around and your eyes widen in horror, as you take in the sight in front of you.

The face of a goat with horns, and scales that belonged to a dragon running down its upper body, stopping at it's elbows, black fluid dripping from its body, covering it's most intimate area, and its legs covered in scales as well, your voice was stuck in your throat, not being able to scream as the sheer panic made it unable to.

It looks confused at your horror filled face before looking down to its body and sighing annoyedly, and then its body distorts, the sound of bones cracking, flesh turning and squeezing, you watch the entire thing happen, the way its body is changing shape until it stops, making your breath hitch in your throat.

It took the form of a human man, face now mimicking a normal human, yet it was also disfigured, with a scar running up his cheek to his eyebrow, and an eye patch on his left eye, before he took it off, revealing the sapphire placed in the eye socket. His gaze was piercing, staring daggers at you, as he grew visibly frustrated at your silence.

“Can't you speak?” his voice booms across the room, causing you to snap out of your fear, and finally answer him, “I-it was an accident, I didn't mean to.” you answer and that displeases him, face now carrying the expression of a scowl.

“You followed as the book had instructed, did you not?” he asks and you nod, “Then it is no accident.”

“I did not think it would actually work, it was my mistake, please its an accident-” your voice cracks, still trying to process what was happening, trying to form words that made sense. He pushed you against the wall, his hand wrapped around your throat, long sharp nails digging into the skin of your neck, restricting the passage of air as you struggled in his grip, “On accident you say? Then you must pay the price for wasting my time.” he said darkly, and released you, causing you to fall to the ground, coughing and taking lungfuls of air.

“Should I kill you and then take your soul? Or take your soul directly and watch as the light fades from your eyes, screaming and writhing in agony in my hold.” he ponders genuinely and you gulp in fear, tears welling up in your eyes, knowing that something stupid is now costing you your life. “Please forgive me- I did not mean for any of this to happen.” you beg, voice hoarse.

“Forgive you? You should not have stifled me to begin with, now you must pay the price for your own stupidity, what shall I do hmm? My time is incredibly precious after all.” he looks down at you and you quiver in fear.

He grabs your hair and pulls you to your feet, making you stand, his hot breath fans against your face as you look up at him, and then he scans your face, taking in your features and then his eye widens as if he realised something.

And then he smiles, the grip in your hair becoming even tighter, causing you to wince in pain, “Please- let go of me- I'm sorry.” you grip his hand, trying to make him let go of the hold he has on you, “Aemond- please.” and that's when he releases you.

“Ah, so you do remember me.” he says, amused and you look at him confused, “Huh? What do you mean?” you ask him genuinely and that's when you realised you called him Aemond, it came out so naturally to the point you did not notice it.

But you still had no idea what just occurred.

Who's Aemond?

He grabs your cheeks, “I had waited so many years.”

What is he talking about?

“I won't lose you this time.” he says and before you can respond, he presses his lips against yours, one hand wrapped around your waist as the other holds the back of your head, pressing your face against him.

Your head felt hazy all of a sudden.

Why does all of this feel familiar?

You don't protest when he pushes you on the bed, climbing on top of you, you just stare at him, blinking in confusion as he tears away at your clothing, “Oh how the fashion has changed overtime, I remember last time you were wearing a black gown, mourning the death of your husband.” he whispers in your year and you feel ringing in your ear.

“What an amazing actress you were, mourning him in such a convincing way, only to get fucked by me after the funeral.” his hands trail down your body, “Such good memories, to have you underneath me, moaning my name constantly like a prayer, you were the first woman I ever desired after my death, the one who broke my curse, letting me become a true demon, it was on accident too back then.” he chuckles, he grips your pants, tearing the fabric as if it were paper.

“Until they found out of course, that you conspired with a demon, and planned the murder of your own husband.” his voice turns dark, and the ringing in your ear gets louder, your mind spins. “I remember not being able to do anything as they burned you alive at the sept, sigils placed around you to prevent me from interfering, to watch your flesh on fire as you screamed in agony, screamed my name in pain and it was then I swore that I would destroy that city.” he growled darkly.

“And so I did, possessing my own descendant and burning the city down, not too long after your passing.” he recalls with a satisfied smirk on his face, “Do you still remember my full name?” he looks at you and the ringing suddenly stops, and everything seemed to be spinning around you, his face becomes blurry and your head begins to hurt, eyes beginning to water as you feel that you were set on fire, letting out a loud scream at the sheer amount of pain coursing through your body as memories you didn't recognize flowed through your mind, you writhing below him in pain, letting out loud cries, “Shh..” he caresses your head and suddenly the pain stops, making you breath heavily, making you close your eyes.

“Aemond Targaryen.” you hear your own voice speak and you open your eyes to look at him, he has a smirk on his face, a small smile grazes your face as well, lifting your hand up to caress his cheek, pulling his face towards you to kiss you, lips engulfing his, you breathe in his scent, and he suddenly doesn't smell putrid anymore, but instead of cloves and ash.

“Fucking cunts, all of them, they remained silent all throughout the time i was abused by him, but the moment I get my own revenge, they burnt me alive.” you say after pulling away from the kiss, gritting your teeth.

You felt so confused with yourself.

Both memories of your past life and current life clashing against each other, fighting for dominance, to decide who you were.

“It's over my love, I burnt them all down.” he kisses down your neck, to your breasts, and down to your cunt, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. You smile at him, spreading your legs wide for him to settle freely and latch his lips onto your clit, making you throw your head back when you feel his tongue move skillfully against the bundle of nerves, you grip his hair, shoving his face further into your cunt.

“Fuck- you taste the same as I remember, I missed this cunt so much, seven hells.” he curses, licking away at your cunt, you moan as his sharp teeth grazes your clit. “Watch your teeth-” you whimper, feeling his fingers prod at your entrance, before gently pushing them in. He pulls away from your cunt and watches his own fingers be engulfed by your cunt as he thrusts them in and out, he groans at the sight, wishing it was his cock plunging inside you. “Goodness gracious, you're so fucking divine.” he murmers before latching on your cunt again, tongue swirling against your bud.

You feel the band in your stomach, “Aemond, I'm cumming- I'm- fuck-!” you reach your peaking on his hands, back arched as the orgasm ripples through your body. You breath heavily and watch aemond climb up, his knees on the mattress of your bed as he bends your legs, your knees pressing to your chest.

You watch as he grabs his cock, your eyes widening at the sheer size of it before flitting over to his own, he smirks, “Aemond it won't fit-” you whine but he shushes you, “You took it with no problem before, tis the same.” he lines in up against your entrance, “But still-”

“Remember when we did it the first time, you said it wouldn't fit? Only to have you crying and cumming all over my cock like a common whore.” he says and you sigh, remembering the memory.

He slowly pushes his cock inside you, taking his own time, throwing his head back in pleasure, “Seven hells, you feel so fucking good, the gods be damned.” he grunts, feeling pleasure at the way your cunt is wrapped around him so perfectly. You grip the sheets below you for support, clenching your eyes shut as you try to adjust to him.

He grabs a hold of your legs, throwing them over his shoulder before he grabs your hips and starts thrusting in and out of you, making your body jolt up and down the bed at the force. Your moans of his name soon fill the room, and he moans too, closing his eye in pleasure as he continuously shoves his cock in and out of you.

He opens his eye to look down, only to smirk when he sees the outline of his cock in your lower abdomen whenever he thrusts fully inside, he presses a hand against it and you squirm, the pleasure amplifying, making your toes curl.

He leans down, causing your legs to fall off his shoulder and be pushed up against your chest one more, his long black tongue enters inside your mouth, extending far back into your throat making you gag before he pulls it back, finally letting both your lips meet. Your hands shoot up to his hair pushing him against you, he hums in satisfaction. His scales are back on his body, along with his horns, partly turning into his demonic form, you feel him grow in size, both height and mass, and eventually down there, which rips an orgasm from you, wetness flowing down your hole and dirtying the sheets and you choke on your own spit at the sudden peak.

He pulls out, and you look at him in confusion, knowing he didn't peak yet, but soon the confusion is replaced with anticipation as he flips you around onto your stomach, your body knows what to do immediately and you support yourself on your arms and knees. Aemond doesn't waste another moment before pushing himself inside you, letting out a loud moan when he feels you clench around him.

His pace is brutal and fast, only seeming to care about his own pleasure, he grabs you by your hair and tugs on it, causing you to curve your head backward but not lean back, he's fucking you like an animal in heat, the size difference making it easy to manhandle you as he wishes.

He soon feels his peak arriving after pounding into you like a madman, and he spills himself deep inside you, cumming so much to the point it makes you feel bloated and so full, you whine when you feel his pull out. He watches as his seed leaks out of you, gathering it with his index finger and tasting it, humming at it.

“I wish my seed takes.” he mutters.

He turns you on your back again, and holds your legs wide and spread apart, and spits on your cunt, before leaning down, holding your thighs apart and once again presses his warm mouth against your cunt, only this time he shoves his long tongue down your hole, you can feel him licking around there, eating up his own spend, and that's when he flicks his tongue upwards inside you, grazing your gspot and your thighs shut around his head, trying to prevent him from making you cum again, too overstimulated and tired.

“Aemond- another time, please- I'm so tired.” you whine, your eyes closing, and he listens to you, pulling away, withdrawing his tongue from inside of you. He climbs next to you in bed, shifting into his full human form again and pulling you close.

“I won't let anyone take you away from me now.” he murmurs in your ear and you nod, turning and snuggling close to him.

There were so many questions left unanswered.

Each and everything was an odd occurrence.

From the encounter of the package to you summoning a demon, who turned out to be the one you loved & fucked in your past life, even conspiring with him to kill your abusive husband, and to fucking him again, and now laying safely wrapped in his arms.

Who was the one that sent you the package then?

Just then you remember an odd event.

You remembered the text and pictures of the book with a bunch of spells and summoning rituals, you hadn't noticed it then but it was the same handwriting as yours.

It was your diary.

And you remember losing it the day right before you were burnt to death.

And you remember writing the words you had heard in your dream, confused back then as what "3AM" meant.

You did not want to dwell on this anymore.

Because you realised that it would drive into madness.

And so, you drifted off into slumber in the arms of your beloved.

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) - Part IV

Happy Halloween everyone!! I'm so happy I get to share this all with you today, I was really hoping to get out an update for Halloween 😂😂 I hope you all enjoy, I love reading everyone's comments, thank you so much!! If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: None, a fluffy evening with III

Thank you as always to @spookyghostjelly for beta reading, you're amazing and I love you so much ❤️❤️❤️

Part III - Part V

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You stuck close to II's side as you made your way up to the front of the store. Who you assumed was IV peeked out behind III's shoulder, the taller man ushering him to the front. "He's very excited to meet you, he's just a bit nervous." II chuckles. "He has a tendency to get a bit worked up but I promise he's very nice." You step closer to him, a shy smile on your face. He bends down slightly, bringing his face a lot closer to yours as you lock eyes. His gaze was a lot softer than the others but still gave you that same warm feeling in your chest as he studied you.

"It's nice to finally meet you." He smiles, a cheerful tone in his voice. "You guys were right, she is really pretty." What followed IV's statement was a mix of throats being cleared, eyes being averted, and Vessel quickly trying to change the subject.

"I see the two of you got a lot done already, what else do you need help with?" You giggle at their flustered states.

"It's nice to meet you too, IV. Everything just needs to be put away, III's been a very big help." He straightens up proudly at your compliment. You sat on the counter, the four of them rotating to keep you company while the others worked.

"I told you, you just take it easy tonight. We'll handle it." Vessel chuckles as you complain for what must have been the millionth time about how you should be helping.

"Well if you all insist on doing this at least let me cook you dinner." You counter.

"Maybe I'll take you up on that." He smirks slightly before going to help the others. Noticing you were alone prompted IV to jog over.

"Do you mind if I sit with you?" He asks sweetly. You move over, patting the spot next to you. He hops up with ease, even sitting down he still towered over you. "Your store's very organized." He comments, looking out to the other three as they worked, his heels bumping off the counter as he swung his feet slightly.

"Thank you, I try to run a neat ship." You giggle.

"I'm sorry if calling you pretty earlier made you uncomfortable." He shoots you an apologetic and almost bashful expression.

"It's okay." You smile, nudging his shoulder slightly. "I'm happy you finally came by, now I've officially met the whole crew." You joke causing IV to laugh. The four of them finished up quickly, before you knew it you found yourself smiling at the whirlwind of energy that filled your apartment.

"You need any help?" III asks as he leans against the counter.

"You've done more than enough, just relax." The two of you exchange a soft smile. "Also, thank you for fixing me up earlier." You return your focus to what you were cooking, hoping III wouldn't notice your slightly flustered appearance.

"No problem. How's the hand?" He asks as he holds out his own, wanting to examine it himself.

"Barely even feel it." Your breath freezes in your lungs as his fingers ghost over your skin. You glance up at him through your lashes. His blue eyes focused intently on the bandage he was readjusting. His gaze slowly trails up your arm to your face, your heart beginning to hammer in your chest.

"You have something just," he points to the spot on his own face. You attempt to wipe it away a couple times before he chuckles. "Would it be alright if I got it?" You nod. III's warm hand cupped your cheek, his thumb slowly dragged across your skin. "There… beautiful." You couldn't help but blush, your expression causing III to breathe out a laugh as his eyes crinkle in a smile. You jumped slightly as the timer on the stove went off. III reluctantly pulled his hand away, you trailed after his touch, already missing the warmth he provided. "I'll let them know the food's done." He says before disappearing into the other room. It was nice having company for once. Instead of you having dinner alone, your dining room was filled with excited conversations and loud laughter. As you cleaned up that night you almost didn't want them to leave.

"Thank you for having all of us for dinner, that was very sweet of you." Vessel says kindly.

"It's the least I could do after all the work you guys did today." You smile.

"We're happy to help. You've been nothing but kind since I met you. If there's anyone we'd want to help, it would be you." 

"This apartment hasn't been this lively in a long time," you muse with a hum. "It was a really nice change." 

"Well… I have a feeling that this," he vaguely motions to your apartment. "Is going to be happening a lot more often." He laughs as he starts to head out of the kitchen. 

"Vessel?" He pauses. "Did you ever figure out why you think we were fated to meet each other?"

He shakes his head with a small smirk, "no, but I'm starting to get a pretty good idea." You trailed behind him as he re-enters your living room, the hushed whispers of the other three coming to a halt immediately. Vessel eyes them all with a knowing expression. "Alright, we should probably get out of your way. (Y/N), I will see you tomorrow." He bows his head slightly as he heads for the door. II and IV both say their goodbyes and follow him outside, leaving you alone with III.

"I'll be right down." He calls after them. III towered over you in the doorway, looking down at you with intoxicatingly beautiful blue eyes. He leans down to bring him almost face level with you, his forearm resting against the wall as he leaned in close. "Can I take you somewhere tomorrow night? Just you and me?" Despite how confident he was coming off you could hear the slight nervous tremor in his voice.

"What did you have in mind?" Excitement radiates off of him at your response.

"There's a drive-in I saw the other night, it looks like they have some sort of monster movie marathon tomorrow night… I think we'd have fun." You hear II call for him from outside.

“I’d love to go.” His hand slips into yours, tugging you the slightest bit closer. His thumb ran over your knuckles as his gaze trapped you in place.

“Goodnight, doll.” He smiles before suddenly pulling away. “Quit your yelling, I’m coming!” He calls down the stairs to an annoyed II. You couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off your face as you watched them drive away. You grew nervous as the end of your shift ticked closer. Vessel and III slipped into the store right before closing as usual, III giving you a casual wink but not saying a single word. As they both stood at the counter his eyes kept meeting yours, a flustered smile finding its way to your face. The bell rings as Vessel exits the store, III quickly leaning in to whisper something to you. “I’ll be back in about an hour.” He says with a smile before hurrying out after Vessel. You wrapped your jacket tightly around you as you stood outside in the brisk night air. His truck rumbled up in front of you, he immediately jumped out to greet you.

“Hey III.” He sweeps you into a tight hug.

“You ready?” He asks excitedly. You nod in response, he takes your hand as he opens the passenger door of the truck for you, helping you inside. The worn leather seat shook in time with the truck's engine, the cab lit up in a soft yellow glow from the radio. III slid into the driver's seat, his eyes flashing to you as a soft smile lit up his features. He noticed you rubbing your arms, still looking perfectly content despite the weather.

“I brought a blanket in case you get cold, the heat in the truck doesn’t work that well, but I promise I’ll keep you warm.” He chuckles, your cheeks immediately growing warm at the statement. He fiddled with the temperature in the truck for a moment, nothing really changing before he gave up. He groans in annoyance, pausing to think of a solution. He looks over at you, eyes trailing over your much smaller form. He holds one side of his jacket open, beckoning you closer with his free hand. You slid closer to him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you into his warmth. "There, how's that?"

"This is fine." You stutter out, trying your best to hide your flustered state. You found yourself relaxing into him, his thumb rubbing your shoulder languidly, both of your eyes trained on the road ahead of you as you wound through the collage of vibrantly colored leaves. "Thank you for asking me to come with you." You suddenly pipe up. 

"Thank you for coming with me." He responds softly. "I was honestly a bit worried to ask you."

"What? Why?" You ask in a tone of disbelief, a small laugh lacing its way into your words as you slowly start to relax.

"Some random man in a mask comes up and asks you to spend time alone with him-"

"Well you're not some random man in a mask, III." You cut him off, both of you sharing a laugh. You lean your head on his shoulder, "besides, I enjoy your company… it's just nice to have someone that I want to spend time with, I guess." You glance up at him with a coy smile.

"Well if it's any consolation, I think you're pretty great and I want to spend time with you too." You giggle as you feel him nudge your side. You pulled into the drive-in, the teenager in charge of admission was too interested in their cellphone to pay much mind to the man in the mask before them.

"You're all set, man." They wave the two of you through as they take the cash, not bothering to look up from the screen. You pulled in to find the lot nearly empty, a few cars sporadically parked as far away from each other as possible.

"Lucky us, we get a private showing." You say in a giddy tone.

"I'm sorry I can't go get you popcorn, Vessel already didn't want me coming to somewhere so public as it is." You were about to assure him that it was fine, if anything you could always run over to the concession stand to get the snacks, but III never gave you the chance. "Excuse me, doll." He leans over your lap to retrieve something from the floor, his face hovering centimeters from yours, you pressed yourself back into the seat. You weren't uncomfortable being this close to him, but the warmth from his body, the smell of his cologne, you were having trouble thinking. He grabs a backpack from the floor of the truck, setting it in his lap before pulling out various snacks you had witnessed him purchase earlier in the day from your store. You can't help but smile as he lines up each kind on the dashboard. "I wasn't sure what kind of candy you liked so I grabbed a few different ones."

"You're so sweet, thank you." Your eyes meet his, making you feel like all the air has been sucked from your lungs.

"I just wanted to make sure you had a good time." He explains softly. He reaches out, carefully taking your hand in his. 

"How could I not? I'm here with you." The night was perfectly still around you. The faint crackling of the truck's old radio and the slight chill from its sputtering heater were lost to you at the moment. The only thing that mattered in your mind was III; how warm his hand felt wrapped around yours, how your heart fluttered in your chest as his attention dropped to your lips. His head dipped slightly, his warm breath pushing through the mask to fan over your skin, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of the black fabric. You squeezed his hand, letting him know that, whatever was about to happen here, you welcomed it. He hooked a finger into his mask, beginning to pull it away from his face when the speakers suddenly blared to life, startling you apart. Your hand pulled away from his, folding then neatly in your lap as both of you stared straight ahead at the screen. "I'm sorry-"

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make things weird-"

"You didn't." Both of you fell silent at your reassurance.

"Can I still hold you? It's nice having you close." He admits bashfully. You nod, leaning into his side. He rests his cheek on the top of your head, his arm sliding back around your shoulders. The two of you sat completely engrossed through every movie; holding his hand in yours as the intense music swelled, giggling at the cheesy yet adorable special effects of 1930's cinema, the evening culminating with you struggling to stay awake as you cuddled into III's chest on the ride home. You sat up and stretched with a groan as you pulled around the back of the store. III's gaze darted anywhere besides you as he fidgeted with his seatbelt. "I had a really nice night with you." He smiles.

"I did too." Your hand slips into his, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Maybe, next time, I can plan something." His eyes finally meet yours.

"Next time?" You could hear the excitement laced in his tone. "Yeah, that sounds great." The two of you sat there for a little while longer, neither of you knowing what to say, his thumb rubbing gently over your knuckles.

"I should probably head in." You say reluctantly. "Goodnight, III."

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He responds. As you go to get out he gives your hand one final squeeze, bringing your attention back to him. "Wait, can you… this is going to sound really strange, but can you close your eyes?" You nod, keeping your hand in his as you allow your eyes to slide shut. You heard the soft shuffling of fabric before a warm pair of lips pressed themselves to your cheek. The kiss was very brief, you barely had time to process what had happened before it was over. But, it still managed to leave you feeling so warm. A flustered giggle fell from your lips as you finally registered the kiss, squeezing III's hand. "You can open them." You turn to find him smiling under his mask, memorizing the adorable expression on your face. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." You let your eyes wander over his face one last time before getting out of the truck. You jogged up the stairs, fighting with your keys for a moment before managing to unlock the door. You wave down to him as he pulls away. You lean against the door with a sigh as it shuts behind you, absolutely giddy over the fact you could still feel III's lips lingering in your skin. Thinking of the night with him your mind wandered back to the time you had spent with II, the soft glances and hushed conversations that caused your heart to thrum with anticipation. How you currently found a spark between you and both of these men. Groaning, you card your hands through your hair as you shuffle deeper into your apartment. There was nothing you could do but wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

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[obsolescent]

An Eye for an Eye

Pairing: Trans!Jill Valentine x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re a stay at home partner. You cook and clean, keeping the apartment tidy and things looked after while your partner works. Most nights, they’re out longer than they should be. You don’t buy the excuses they feed you, knowing deep down what’s occurring. One night your neighbor comes over for dinner and your suspicions are proven right, but she has quite the idea of getting them back.

Author’s Note: Coming back swinging lol. I’ve been sitting on this idea for a while (wrote this out months ago and I’ve just been staring at it). It's been at the forefront of my mind recently and I had to get it out. It got sadder than I thought it would, oof. Don’t worry, I do make up for it.

Content Warnings: Gender neutral language used for reader and your partner, trans Jill Valentine, RE5 Jill, angst, mentions of anxiety and depression, mentions of disordered eating, vomiting, cheating, distant/neglectful partner, P in V sex, revenge sex, unprotected sex.

|| Disclaimer: Jill Valentine is trans in this story. Keep your transphobic remarks to yourself and don’t read this if that bothers you. ||

The dining table is set, the plates sat upon their placemats, silverware aligned on one side, glasses of wine on the other. You had just finished cooking, plating the food and sitting in your seat, staring at the empty chair across from you. 

Jaw tensed, nose scrunched as you will your useless tears away. 

There’s no use in them any longer. You would’ve thought you had cried them all out after the months, after all the distance that had grown between you and your partner. 

Anger, confusion, and sadness have flitted through your mind ever since this started. The emotions are undulating, leaving you riddled with anxiety and nerves shot to hell and back.

You stare down at your food, fork in hand gripped so tightly it threatens to warp. A door closing causes the fork to fall from your clutches, the utensil clattering to the table. 

Your neighbor’s door. 

Your gaze settles on the fixed plate at the other end of the table, the steam still rising from the freshly cooked meal.

No use in letting another meal go to waste.

You’re out of your chair and opening the door, crossing the hall. The minuscule corridor, a mere 15 feet, and a couple doors, is what separates the two of you. You rap your knuckles against the wood, listening to shuffling inside.

The light through the peephole shifts, someone gazing out into the hallway, and the door swings open.

Jill stands at the threshold, one hand holding the door and the other propped against the frame. She says your name, followed by, “Everything okay?”

You fix your posture, standing up straight and meeting her artic eyes. You take a deep breath.

“Yeah, I reckon everything’s good. Wanted to ask if you’d join me for supper?”

Jill’s face shows surprise, before her eyebrows furrow. “Your partner isn’t home again?” 

You grimace. She’s noticed. Your eyes squeeze shut as you nod your head, before looking away. The feeling of being unsure of your decision to invite her over starts to seep in. Her expression softens as she smiles at you. “Sure, I’d love to.” 

Your gaze moves back to her face, her eyes crinkling in the corners as she pulls the door closed, stepping into the hallway with you. The air releases from your lungs.

You give your own small smile and turn back towards your apartment, guiding her inside. You close the door while Jill removes her jacket and shoes. You make your way back to the table and she takes the seat where your partner would usually occupy.

“You caught me at a good time, I was about to start making my own dinner,” Jill says with a small laugh. You chuckle, “Well, I hope it’s as good as what you were gonna make.”

She picks up the fork and begins to eat, a noise of satisfaction leaving her lips.

“Damn, this is good. I really appreciate you for inviting me to dinner.” Face burning at the noise she made along with the praise, you nod and thank her for the compliment.

Light chatter is exchanged as the two of you eat. The discussion starts off with basic things, for her it’s her work. You, it’s what you got up to at home, which was a load of nothing today, the typical tidying up of the place and whatever else you could find to fill up the time. 

Quiet falls over the apartment as the two of you focus on finishing your food. It’s a comfortable silence, one that almost has a sense of domesticity to it. 

You feel some of the anxiety ebb away, the knots in your gut loosen, eased by Jill’s mere presence. It’s surprising that that’s all it takes for you to settle down, having someone in your home, even if it isn’t who’s supposed to be here. 

It helps you finish your food. Most days now you feel nauseous, unable to eat full meals or much at all these days. It’s led to some weight loss these last few months since it all started, a habit you’ve noticed that occurs whenever life becomes turbulous. 

Jill clears her throat, bringing you out of your thoughts to see her troubled expression.

“I…need to tell you something,” Jill starts, hands squeezing together.

Your stomach clenches, bile rising.

“O-okay, yeah,” inhaling, exhaling slowly, you nod.

She shifts in her seat, leaning forward. “I…” She shakes her head, blonde locks shifting, falling over one of her eyes. She takes a deep breath and begins speaking.

“I saw your partner, with someone else. A bar downtown.” 

You stare at her, face blank. 

Lips pressed into a thin line, she breaks eye contact and turns her face up, towards the ceiling.

Her hands move to grip the edges of the table, knuckles white. 

“They were kissing.”

A feeling akin to a fire poker that had just been removed from the embers pierces your heart. A choked noise leaves you as your hand flies to cover your mouth.

Of course you had your suspicions, an inkling to what was happening. The way your body had been wound up these countless days that seemed to crawl by. Questions innumerable, so many you kept to yourself, for the dread that would come thereupon the answers.

Now, the truth has been revealed and it gores your soul. 

Your body is making its way towards the toilet as you heave, rushing into the room. Knees slamming onto the tile, the contents of your stomach spilling into the bowl.

Jill stands, gripping the back of the chair before she follows after you, guilt striking her so hard she feels unsteady. Not knowing you would have such a visceral reaction to the news, she assumed your partner’s infidelity was known.

Now, as she walks into the bathroom and crouches beside you, laying a comforting hand on your back as your weeping saturates the room, rage replaces the regret. Jill puts that anger on hold to help you regain your composure, assisting you in getting back on your feet and leaving you be as you clean yourself up.

She shuts the door to the bathroom and props herself up against the wall across from you, in thought. Ideas begin to form. Of course, she’d go over them with you once you’ve calmed down, but for now she lets herself brainstorm.

Jill, a woman who hates injustice, cheaters, and liars, especially ones who don’t see how good they have it, is irate. But also, still taken aback.

She remembers that night at the bar, out with Chris after work, when she had been doing her typical scan of the place, securing potential exits when her head had snapped back towards one area so hard she felt like she’d given herself whiplash.

There, she had seen your partner with another person, all over each other. It wouldn’t have been an understatement to say the two were literally “sucking faces”. She grimaced and turned away, having seen enough with just a single glance. Chris had seen where Jill’s gaze had landed and whistled low, chuckling. “Damn, just going at it in public like that.”

Jill groaned, hand cupping her forehead as she propped her elbow on the bar’s counter. “That’s my neighbor’s partner…with someone else.” She had mentioned you before to him, about how kind you had treated Jill, and had confessed to having a crush on you. She had also mentioned how odd your partner’s patterns were, but after a glance at the romantic exchange taking place across the bar, it all made sense.

Chris sucked in a breath between his teeth, a hissing sound while he also cringed. 

“Fuck, you gonna tell ‘em?” He asked, finishing off his glass, the ice clinking together as he set it back down. “Of course I am. They deserve a shit ton better than that. I just…don’t know how I’m going to do it.” Jill says, rubbing her temple. Chris hummed and patted Jill’s shoulder, “The right time will come.”

Indeed, it had. Jill had been lost in the memory until you opened the bathroom door, face blotchy and sniffling still. “Hey,” she said softly, leaving her perch against the wall and guiding you into the living room to sit on the couch. “Is there anything you want to talk about?” She asks, “I’m here for you, whatever you need,” Jill pats your arm while she speaks, hoping to soothe you.

You nod, taking a deep breath. 

“I…guess I shouldn’t be surprised?” You start, wincing at the crack in your voice, throat raw. Jill nods, urging you to continue. “I knew there was something going on, I just ignored it. Didn’t want to face the truth,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut at the new wave of emotions. You grip at your arms, grounding yourself. 

“What would I even do if we split up? I don’t work, don’t have a career, and I’m far away from home.” Panic rises and your breathing quickens, a sickening realization washing over you. “I ignored it because…I—“ you suck in a harsh breath, “I thank you, Jill, for telling me, but…” you trail off, avoiding her gaze. “There’s not anything I can do.” 

“Bullshit.”

It leaves Jill’s mouth before she can register it.

You blink, meeting her icy gaze. Your mouth opens to respond, but Jill continues, “Of course there’s something you can do, there always is.” She grabs your hand and squeezes it.

Your eyes remain glued to your entwined grip.

Jill bites her lip, an answer on her tongue. Fuck it.

“Get them back.”

Your brain lags for a moment, confusion painting your face, not registering her response before your mouth opens into an “O”, eyes fixated on where you’re connected.

Is she…insinuating what I think she is?

Jill inhales and begins speaking once more, “It seems like your partner can’t, or doesn’t want to leave, either. If that’s the case, then why not play them at their own game?”

Your mouth snaps shut, biting your lip as you think on her words.

“So…give them a taste of their own medicine?” You ask.

Jill nods, “Yeah, exactly.”

“Are you…wanting to help?”

Well, that’s out there.

You feel Jill stiffen beside you, and regret immediately fills you.

“I-I’m sorry, I thought that earlier when you said–and when you–”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

Jill cuts you off and your mouth hangs open, words halting in their tracks.

She clears her throat and shifts, turning towards you some more, thumb running over the skin covering your knuckles.

Jill had grown an infatuation for you. Unfortunate due to you being married, but how could she not? Always going out of your way to help your neighbors, her included. Your kindness didn’t stop there. Overflowing into the streets below, to anyone and anything. One time she caught you feeding the stray animals that would wander by the complex, your generosity knows no limits. But knowing you had a spouse, she would never infringe on you and your partner’s relationship. But now…

Jill typically wouldn’t help someone cheat, never. But…

“An eye for an eye.”

You both sit in silence for a moment, taking the other in. The two of you capturing miniscule details neither had the time to see before.

Jill speaks once more, clearing her throat. 

“Now, we don’t have to do anything right now, only when you’re comfortable and ready to, if you even want to later on–” she begins to pull herself away from your hold but you grip her tighter, drawing her closer.

“Wait!” Your voice raised, Jill’s eyes widened slightly at your reaction.

“Just, wait…I want to, now. Don’t…let go of me, please.” 

Jill allows you to keep her close, fingers entwining.

“You’re very pretty,” you murmur, eyes taking long sweeps over the contours of her face. She blushes, happy to know you find her attractive, like she does you.

“Hey,” Jill starts, a whisper. “Let’s go over to my place, if that’s okay with you? No chance of…disruptions.” 

You nod, letting her guide you to the front door, stopping to grab her belongings. The two of you cross the short distance from your door to her’s, and Jill locks the door once you’re inside.

We’re here, in her house to…This is really happening.

You glance over what you can see so far, a living room and kitchen, same layout as your own, but a lot more scarce in terms of personalization. 

Jill watches you take everything in, the feeling of self-consciousness blooming. 

She begins to fidget with her hands. You look over at her, taking in her change in demeanor and walk over to her, touching her arm. “Hey, I think it’s lovely,” you say with a smile that melts away any doubt in Jill.

She chuckles, rubbing her own arm, “Would’ve done some decorating if I’d known you’d be coming over. Buy some flowers, light some candles…” Jill trails off, feeling a bit awkward. She’s never done something like this before. She’d had sex before, one night stands here and there, but hardly had time for a relationship with her work. 

This would be the first in a long time if this became more than an act of revenge against an unfaithful lover.

You could sense it as well, mixing in with your own doubts. Jill takes a deep breath and takes your hands in hers.

She says your name, “Why don’t we start off slow, okay? See where it goes?” She suggests, leading you to the couch. “Yeah,” you say while nodding, settling down while she walks back towards the kitchen, the soft sounds of her rummaging through her cabinets meeting your ears before Jill’s back with two wine glasses and a bottle.

She sets the items down on the coffee table before grabbing the bottle and pouring equal amounts into each glass, before handing one to you. You thank her and take a sip, the dry taste of merlot washing over your taste buds. 

Jill’s free hand clasps your own, her thumb rubbing reassuringly over your knuckles. Once more, the sourness of betrayal bubbles up in the back of your throat, and you try to subdue the taste with a mouthful of wine. 

Setting the glass down, you  relax into the couch, latching onto Jill’s arm while your head settles on her shoulder. Her warmth seeps into you while you take in the smell of her, fresh laundry mixed with a hint of some fruit you can’t quite identify.

Following your lead, Jill relaxes alongside you, her head coming to rest upon yours. Tendrils of her blonde hair dangle in your eyesight, and the smell of eucalyptus mixes with the other scents. 

You inhale, breathing her in. Jill’s head turns and she leaves a kiss upon your hair. Her lips remain against your head, strands of your own hair sticking to her face, her lips. Jill’s arm reaches over your body, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. 

She hasn’t felt the touch of someone else in a long time. 

Jill savors this, this closeness. Its significance is all that more unique since it’s you in her presence, in her embrace, finally being here in her own place. A sigh leaves her and she grips you tighter. 

You, on the other hand, are alight. From the moment her fingers grip your side, her nails slightly digging in as she pulls you close, all at once arousal shoots through your body. The feeling careening through your blood and tingling your skin. 

God, you haven’t been touched like that in…Months. 

The realization brings forth a flood of emotions, tears edging along your lashes. A choked noise leaves you before you can suppress it and Jill jerks back, her hand cupping the side of your face to turn it towards her, eyes widening with apprehension. 

“What’s wrong? Did I do something that made you uncomfortable? You can tell—“

“No!”

The word choked out of your mouth as you pulled her back to you.

“Please, don’t stop touching me,” you beg.

Her face softens, “Oh, it’s been so long, hasn’t it?” The question leaves Jill, now comprehending your reaction to her touch. 

You nod. Jill brings her hands up, holding your face. 

“Yeah. Me, too,” she whispered.

You meet in the middle, lips melding together. 

Noises created simultaneously at the unity long in creation, neither one of your grasps on the other faltering. 

Desperation fills the two of you, pulling and tugging at each other’s clothes, the yearning to be as close as possible overwhelming both of your senses. You find yourselves laying across the couch, Jill’s heat engulfing you. 

“Fuck,” Jill grits out between a reprieve for breath, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long. Wish I could come home to you everyday.” Her rambling is like honey to your heart, sweetness pouring in to make it full once again. 

“I need you, please, Jill,” you whine, guiding her hand underneath your clothing, her hand cupping your pussy through underwear, the crotch coated with wetness. 

“God damn,” Jill moans out, feeling your clit jump at her touch, rock hard. 

Your hips lift to meet her touch, seeking more of that divine feeling. You feel her own hardness pressing against your inner thigh, her hips rocking against your plush skin. 

“I gotta, fuck, need to,” she rambles once more, hastily undressing you from the waist down, exposing your cunt to her. 

Jill bites her lip, hands holding your legs at the back of your knees, pushing your legs apart to have a good look. 

You hide your face, biting your lip and she gazes upon your sex, only the second person to do so. 

One hand travels down, and Jill takes her thumb and pulls at one side of your lips, opening your hole up and seeing how wet you’ve become by so little. 

“Can I taste you?” Jill asks, nearly begs, her voice higher pitch, akin to a whine. 

You nod, a yes leaves your lips and not a second more is Jill’s mouth latched onto you, tongue dragging up your folds and sucking your clit into her mouth. 

The feeling claws through you and a cry claws its way out as your back arches, and Jill pushes your knees up against your chest, angling your pussy to her desire. 

Your fingers interlock with her silken strands, pulling as her mouth works along you, her moans of pleasure at just merely tasting you sending jolts along your spine.

‘Oh God, she’s so fucking good at this’ is the last coherent thought in your mind before two of her fingers slide in and immediately hit the most sublime spot. 

Your brain, full of static now as she crooks her fingers and bobs her head, your eyes rolling back.

Jill milks your cunt, squirting onto her face as she encourages you, “Fuck yeah, baby.” “Keep going.” “So good for me.” “Let it all out.”

Your thighs twitch, a sign you’re close. Like a mantra, you’re begging her to “Keep going please I’m so close oh God I’m about to cum!”

She pulls away with a pop, her fingers leaving simultaneously with her mouth. You’re about to scream before she interrupts, “No, not yet. I want you to cum around my cock.”

Oh Lord. You snap your head up as she rips her shirt and bra off, unzips her pants. Pushing her panties down, her dick springs free. 

You whimper at the sight, your hips having a mind of their own as they lift off the cushion towards her. 

Jill groans at the image of your body, yearning for her’s. She grabs your thighs, pulling you down towards her once more. 

She guides her cock to your entrance, dragging it through the mess you’ve made, prodding at your throbbing clit. 

You’re sobbing at the point, nails biting into her upper arms as you beg her to slide inside you, but she seems to be having a lot of fun teasing you. Where did that earlier desperation go?

You know what’ll bring it back. 

“Jill, please,” you cry, “Make me yours.”

A choked noise comes from her throat, body going rigid at your words. 

“Oh fuck, you’re mine. Say it,” Jill growls out, her tip beginning to press into you. 

“Yours, all yours, Jill!”

She slides all the way to the hilt, her hips flush against your ass, the two of you exclaiming at the feeling of one other. 

You bask in the glory of being one, savoring the way her cock throbs inside you, and Jill at the way you clench against her. 

You move as one, her pulling back and thrusting in, moans punched out of you both.

Skin smacking against each other echoes throughout Jill’s apartment. You pull her closer, lips colliding and teeth clacking together, messy and fervent, tongues tangled. 

Jill’s hand reaches between, fingers seeking out and grabbing hold of your clit, rubbing in time with her plunging into your pussy. 

The familiar twitching is back, and you beg her to keep going, to please let me cum this time I need it so bad please give it to me!

“Cum for me baby, look at me when you fall apart.”

And you do. 

Your orgasm pulsates throughout your body, wave after wave of rapture sings through your veins as you hold her gaze and yell her name, legs trembling in her grip. 

Your falling apart is her undoing, her movements faltering as her climax cascades over her senses. She chokes out your name, her eyes never leaving yours as her cum fills you, leaking out around your connection. 

You pull her down on top of you, holding on to her tightly. She holds you back just as much, forehead against yours.

You ease back to earth together, gulping in as much air as possible. Jill kisses your cheek, your nose, your lips. You sigh and begin to grin, looking up at her. 

Jill’s heart skips a beat. 

Your cheeks are stained with the blood that flooded them, hair in disarray, sweat making your skin look dewy and shine under the light of the lamp.

God, you’re lovely.

Your eyes flutter, lips part. Oh, that was said aloud. 

“Uh, sorry I meant to say that to myself, didn’t mean to—“

You sit up and pull Jill into a kiss, one full of passion and maybe something more, a promise. 

Jill sits up and slips out of you, thankful she has leather seats as she sees the mess left behind from your lovemaking. 

Lovemaking. It echoes through Jill’s mind.

She helps you up and guides you to the bathroom, sitting you on the edge of the tub and grabbing a cloth to wash the two of you off. 

Once cleaned off, she picks you up and lays you down with her against silken sheets, the blue of them contrasting with her eyes.

Limbs tangled, the two of you lay on your sides facing another, taking in each other once more. 

Jill cups your cheek, asking, “Was that good revenge sex?”

You laugh and nod, “Absolutely wonderful,” you say, turning to kiss her palm. 

Jill pauses for a moment, searching your eyes as she says your name.

“Can it be more than that?” 

Your eyes widen, surprised by her question. 

“I…want it to be. I really do,” you whisper, your own hand reaching out to her, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“Then let it. This doesn’t have to be a one time thing. We can go slow, whatever you need. You deserve someone who cares, who wants you, who desires you.” Her words leave her mouth with confidence, her face reflecting the same emotion, 

Your heart aches at her words. You don’t know when things went wrong with your spouse, but this here, with Jill, feels so right.

“Stay with me,” Jill says.

You nod, “‘m not leaving,” you reply, burying your face into her neck. 

Jill smiles, kissing your head.

“Good.”

[mcltiples]

SONGS TO WRITE MY MUSE TO~ RICK V-79 EDITION

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick 10 songs you find to give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse !

Coming Undone by Korn ; Keep holding on / When my brain's ticking like a bomb / Guess the black thoughts have come to get me / Sweet bitter words / Unlike nothing I've heard / Sing along, mockingbird, you don't affect me

American Horror Show by SNOW WIFE ; I'm a stone-cold monster / I can be your little- / I kiss freaks that treat me like an animal / Fuck on me and eat me like a cannibal / I'm miss Fish, that Rocky Horror Picture hoe / They call me an American Horror Show

body bag by Rei Ami ; Fucked up, wanna die / Fill me with formaldehyde / Sharp tongue, sharper knife / Drown you out with cyanide / I need that autopsy, toxicology / Cause of death 'cause you shit talking me

Werewolf by Motionless In White ; Will the man become the monster or the monster become man? / I could be up all night, but I'm paralyzed when the creature comes alive / 'Cause it's fight or fright in the full moonlight / You can run, but you can't hide

Dance In The Dark by Lady Gaga ; She looks good but her boyfriend says she's a tramp, she's a vamp / But she still does her dance / Baby loves to dance in the dark / 'Cause when he's looking away, she falls apart

Hell Above by Pierce The Veil ; Cannot spend another night in this home / I close my eyes and take a breath real slow / The consequence is if I leave I'm alone / But what's the difference when you beg for love?

Soft by Motionless In White ; You're mine, motherfucker / I'm insane, I'm insane in the membrane / I wanna fuck your face with a switchblade / I'm not broken, so don't fix me

Your Betrayal by Bullet For My Valentine ; I was told to stay away / Those two words I can't obey / Pay the price for your betrayal

Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless ; You make me wanna die / I'll never be good enough / You make me wanna die / And everything you love will burn up in the light / Every time i look inside your eyes

Applause by Lady Gaga ; I live for the applause, live for the applause / Way that you cheer and scream for me / The applause, the applause, applause

[ljf613]

A Better Version of Our Best → a playlist for my HTTYD fic of the same name (Note that all chapter titles, along with the fic title itself, come from the first three songs on this list.)

i. a better version of our best from your starting line; we will learn from each other, as you grow up, we will too ii. show me who i am and who i could be, initiate the heart within me iii. our ceiling is your floor, and all you gotta do, is put one foot in front of you iv. in the spring, we made a boat, out of feathers, out of bones v. i'm sending a raven, with blood on its wings vi. tell my father, that he always said it best: "you must live within your head, and not within your chest" vii. i found a friend or should i say foe, said there's a few things you should know viii. it was a flood that wrecked this home, and you caused it ix. 'cause they took your loved ones, but returned them in exchange for you x. can anybody hear me, or am i talking to myself? my mind is running empty, in this search for someone else xi. i think i’ll be gone away awhile, tell me all the things that i, i’ll be missing here in this old life xii. they say that all scars will heal, but i know, maybe i won't, but the waves won't break my boat xiii. and if i couldn't fix it, i guess, well now you're better off alone; when you drown, i'll drown xiv. and the words i most regret are the ones i never meant to leave unsaid xv. so watch the world tear us apart, a stoic mind and a bleeding heart, you never see my bleeding heart xvi. there's a chip on your shoulder, girl, and by G-d it'll make you fall, if you let it take a part of your soul xvii. my eyes are shut but i can see the void between you and me, mm, and i feel, and i feel like i'm going insane xviii. my navigation systems would search for other life, but i'd be up here thinking 'bout what i left behind xix. no scorching sun, nor freezing cold, will stop me on my journey xx. how am i gonna get myself back home? i, i, i'm lost xxi. there is a swelling storm, and I'm caught up in the middle of it all xxii. some days i wonder if my airway is clogged with all the quotes that i wrote xxiii. keep it in your heart, it's buried deep within your bones, don't you come home, or i will never let you go xxiv. it's easier to wait, here beside the son that we both raised xxv. and there's no way to tell if we will drown tonight or we'll be found tonight xxvi. you've got the words to change a nation but you're biting your tongue xxvii. if you don’t even believe in you, why would you think or expect anybody else that’s around you to? xxviii. and i wish that i could say this all to your face xxix. and though your arms and legs are under, love will be the echo in your ears xxx. and what they hear isn't laughter after all, it's just your voice learning for once to stand up tall xxxi. so, my father and my son, as you end what she's begun, you'll lie patient by her side xxxii. on my way now, don't give up on me, and no one knows what, what tomorrow brings xxxiii. a place where even if there's no closure, i'm still safe xxxiv. i know my kingdom awaits, and they've forgiven my mistakes xxxv. i love you, i loved you all along, and I miss you, been far away for far too long xxxvi. you were always coming home, yeah, you were always close, like you were never gone

Art by @yv-sketches.

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honestly i've always wondered how jumin would've reacted upon hearing that there was a bomb at where mc was living at. on his route, we can see him slowly melting and falling for mc, but it was also bc he sensed that smth was wrong and that caused him to get mc to stay at his home instead of returning. but i always genuinely wondered how he would react upon knowing that after he sent them back, the bomb could have potentially been messed with by unknown and placed mc in a vv precarious situation.

Spoilers for Jumin's BE3. TW: Murder

Well, well, well. Have you played Jumin's Bad Ending 3? This is where Jumin finds out about the bomb... in the worst way possible. V talks to Jumin and convinces him to let you go, and you're able to go back to Rika's apartment where Unknown is already waiting for you. There is a bomb switch in his hand, and he talks about how this button will fix it all. His Savior said so. He wants to make Seven guilty and full of shame, and this is the best way. Rika said so.

So... I'm sure you can infer what happens when he presses the switch while you're both in the apartment. Yeah, it's not pretty. This would've been the thing that destroyed him emotionally. He not only let all the paranoia get to him, but his actions inadvertently led to you dying at the hands of the hacker. He had the first person he loved in his hands and now you're gone. He can't take it back. We know his coping tools are at his worst, too.

He drinks to cope and he wants to feel nothing. After V's death in the secret ending, it's implied he spends his nights drinking to deal with the stress and turmoil that he isn't allowed to show. This is really no different. Your death will hurt him and destroy him, but if he's at his job? Nobody will ever know that he's crumbling the second that he's alone in the penthouse.

You made him want badly to be able to express himself and let out every emotion he's been masking his entire life under the guise of pleasing his father. Sure, he has so much that he shares with his trusted loved ones, but you were the one person that was starting to see who he really was. A kind man who enjoys cheesy craft projects, baking, and telling you all about the dark magic he reads about.

Nobody knows him like that... even V doesn't entirely know who he is, and that's a little sad to think about. But, the same can be said in the opposite case. I digress. Anyway, with you gone, he is lost again. He's unable to see beyond his tangled threads and for good reason. He is aware if he keeps pulling the strands... the other end is going to be a burnt mess.

But, in a realistic sense, we know how he reacts to the bomb in the other routes. We just have to apply that logic to the situation if it was his MC. He wants them out of there. He wants answers. V will be the first person to talk and I can't see Jumin hesitating. He'll be tired of the run-around because "Why did Rika order Luciel to put a bomb in this apartment? You can't hide from me. I've given you time and years of understanding, my friend, but this has to stop here."

I can see that.

MC's not staying there.

He's getting information and he's taking care of this.

[xiuminscheeks]

New episode so im back :DD

-I may be in love with Mr lee. I cant help it he has the shiniest wettest puppydog eyes of all time and the energy of a melancholy widow skhsks i would do anything he asks of me 🥺 hes still fucking terrifying and all powerful tho dont get me wrong (complimentary)

-I was gonna make a joke about yul at the table thinking 'kids these days always on their phones smh' but then he went on the sweetest protective rant over ms han T.T 

Edit; aksjsj poor all suffering yul giving the talk TWICE in one day to both parties,,, still its v cute of him

-Mr jins smug smile making coffee and listening to ms han lying her ass off is murdering me... the tangerine grab.... the school shenanigans... oh they are SOOOOO unsubtle i just know theyre immediately going to get caught

Wait tHE PINKY HAND HOLDING they are so freaking adorable

Also the dramatics of the curtain scene 💀 this show is endlessly goofy i cant deal

-Yul with the spirit banishment antics....where did that come from sksjk... but !!! Were getting to see more glimpses of the past 👀👀

-SKSJJS the sister falling for woo taek, i fucking knew itttt was coming!! And good! Hes been such a supportive and caring friend, 10/10 i approve of this matchup u.u

-I love that theyre all daring and clingy at school but as soon as they get some time alone theyre theeee most awkward fuckers on this planet, 5ft apart cos theyre NOT daTing definitely not

-love how mr lee just has the housecode and barges straight in like hey :) ive decided im gonna hang out here now and theres nothing you can do about it :D theres never a moment of peace in this show its just back to back misfortunes of awkwardness xD but its worth suffering through the second hand stress for that closet scene <333 sleepy kisses. Actually theres tongue in there nvm wow (did they fuck in the closet. I. we may never know.)

-MR LEEEEE DONT BE SAAAD AND THEN ACT EVIL ABOUT IT OTL i could fix his loneliness. sorry this is turning into me being obsessed w him but i mean. His deeply sad and sinister demeanour has enchanted me. AND HES BACK TO SCARY HES GOT A WHOLE ASS SWORD. I kindly request you dont murder the main characters theyre sooo important to me and they only just got to be happy T.T

-Also next weeks preview is making me insaaaane i knew those bracelets were nothing good >:( but every glimpse of the past we get to see i get more excited!!!!!!

Anyway AAAA i might have to start another show off your list to tide me over cos i cant keep waiting for new episodes with nothing in between 😔

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HEY! I just logged in on desktrop and saw this. hopefully its not been long since you have sent it. the app sometimes doesnt show me all the notifications.

love everything you said cause I feel pretty much the same. the show is so good at balancing the comedy and the drama, its crazy.

Yul was definitely the mvp of the episode, despite the steamy closet scene the leads shared. he is just too adorable/

as for mr. Lee, yes, you (and I too) could fix him. I'm still convinced that whatever happened in the past was just a misunderstanding, and that no one is evil, and I cant wait till the truth reveals.

let me know what other show from my list you start! also, let me suggest to more that I started and are SO GOOD OMG. The story of park's marriage contact and My Demon. trust me, you wont regret it

[helpwhatsthis]

just watched Catherine the Great today and that party scene.

god, can I get a Prince Paul x Fem!Reader where she rips that dress off him in their bedchambers and we’ll just full on smut.

my darling- p.p.

i got way too fucking carried away with this lmao. i hope you like it!

warnings: sub!paul, dom!reader, mommy kink, reference to his pecks as tits like once, slight blood, google translation of russian like twice, very very small mention of death, unprotected p in v (obvi), probably spelling errors, best friends to lovers, pinning as fuck (mutual) let me know if you think i need to add any!

was it really so wrong to be in love with your best friend? well for most people, no; but what about if he was a prince, a ragging asshole, and set to marry a princess in less than three months? yeah, that kinda seems like an issue.

the biggest problem lied within the fact that there wasn't a single royal bone in your whole body. the daughter of one of catherins' most trusted guards, orphaned after his death protecting her from an assassination. no one, not a single soul, had expected her to take in his unruly, boyish, and snarky daughter; let alone treat her as one of her own. all of those things people saw a large flaws in your character had only made her love you more. she felt she had a debt to pay to the man who'd saved her life, and she more than paid it off through you every day.

that's how you'd ended up here, in a black and red dressing suit, watching paul grumble about how his dress made him appear to have notable cleavage. it's endearing really, the way you watch him try to balance the extravagant wig on his head while simultaneously keep his corset pulled up.

"how the hell do you do this every day?" he growls, slapping away the hand of panin, who’s trying to fix his makeup. 

“i try not to, unless it’s necessary.” you hum, trying to bite back your laughter at his expense. “i sit in a room full of men talking about war every day, so there’s not exactly a need for pretty dresses.” you move in front of him, helping him to pull his collar into place. 

“can’t breathe in this damn thing.” he groans, now that the canvas squeezes his ribs. 

“for what it’s worth, you look lovely, your excellency.” you giggle, smoothing down the skirt of the gown to avoid looking in his eyes. he rolls them, letting out an annoyed huff. 

“you know i hate when you call me that.” he leans down to capture your gaze with his, causing your heart to pick up speed. 

“technically, i’m here on business. so i have to.” you whisper, face merely an inch from his. 

“y/n! darling, could you come here for a moment?” catherin shouts. 

“don’t fall apart without me.” you laugh, finger gesturing up and down his outfit. you maneuver your way through the sea of guests, attempting to find where she’d called you from. she snags your wrist and pulls you close. 

“what’s wrong?” you ask, voice hushed. 

“oh, nothing!” she laughs, hand moving to her chest. “just couldn’t stand to watch you make schoolgirl eyes at one another anymore.” you look away bashfully, eyes inevitably landing on paul. “my offer still stands by the way, love. just say the word and i’ll call off his wedding.” she persuades, bumping your shoulder with her own. 

“i can’t ask you to do that.” you whisper, trying to sound less defeated than the conversation always makes you feel. “i know my place.” 

“all too well, apparently.” she chuckles, “all i’m saying-” she starts, noticing your discomfort, “there’s no woman i’d rather have betrothed to my son than you. you’d keep his mind in check... and give him good babies.” she laughs again at the gasp you let out. “he’d be happy.” 

“there are plenty of women who can make him happy... and give him babies.” you huff, beginning to walk off. you suddenly don’t feel in the mood to stay at the party. 

you press your fingers to your eyes, trying to concentrate on the book in your lap instead of the sleepiness threatening to overtake you. a rapid knock at your door makes you spring out of bed quickly, momentarily checking the decency of your sleep clothes in the mirror. you pull back the door, seeing paul standing on the other side. his wig and makeup are long gone, but he’s still adorning his dress. 

“can’t get this stupid this off.” he whimpers embarrassedly. you giggle, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and grabbing his hand. he lets you lead him back to his bedchambers, occasionally letting out little growls of annoyance when he trips over the end of the gown. 

he finally stands in front of his mirror, pulling off the cover over his corset. 

“how was the rest of the party?” you ask absentmindedly, beginning to undo the tight knot of strings holding the canvas around his back. the intricacy of the strings filling you with annoyance. 

“nearly unbearable after you left.” he recounts, eyes flicking to watch your refection. he hears you let out a small grunt of agitation over the ribbons. “some girl wouldn’t stop flirting with me. clearly being engaged means nothing to he-” he’s cut off by the way you release a loud growl, gripping the top of the material and ripping. the sound of the tere pulls your eyes to his in the mirror. 

“enough.” you snap, watching the way the canvas falls forward, exposing the expanse of his tone torso. you squint your eyes shut, trying to breath away the anger quickly filling your stomach. you open them again to see he’s still watching you, a small smirk on his face. “what?” you hiss. 

“it’s adorable how much you fancy me.” he grins. your face falls, breath hitching. “my mother just told me all about it.” he turns to look at you, “not as if i needed her too; but the confirmation was nice.” he turns, taking your chin in his hand and angling your face up to his. 

“i’m sorry.” you whisper sadly, he only smiles. 

“s’really flattering.” he hums, thumb stroking your bottom lip. before you can protest or defend yourself, he slams his lips into yours. it takes you a moment to properly kiss him back, relishing in the taste of cherries and vodka. you finally sink in, throwing your arms around his bare shoulders, as well as your false morality out the window. when he pulls back, he’s got the most arrogant smile on his face. you decide you’re going to wipe it off. 

“off. now.” you demand, tugging roughly at the skirt of his gown. 

“oh yeah?” he smirks. you reach up, gripping his jaw tightly and glaring daggers at him. 

“be a good boy and take the dress off.” you snap. his eyes flutter shut, a soft moan leaving his lips at your words. you press a short kiss to his cheek, then move back to watch him undress. he does so quickly, hands trembling as he pulls down the dress and stockings. 

“there’s my obedient boy.” you coo, sitting on the end of his bed. he stands, gulping harshly and trying not to make it obvious how much your words are affecting him. the evidence is obvious though, standing at attention and twitching in his underwear. “c’mere, my dorogoy.” you whisper, arms extending to pull him between your legs. 

he looks down at you tentively, through hooded eyes and long lashes. you hold searing eye contact with him, fingers hooking in his waistband. a small whine leaves his throat when your fingernails scrape the soft skin of his hips. you grin up at him sadistically, pulling the fabric down his legs. his cock snaps up, slapping the skin of his stomach. you admire it, pink, thick, and leaking an embarrassing amount at the slit. 

“did i tell you how pretty your tits’ looked in that dress?” you ask, the endless smirk still on your lips. you reach up and begin to tweak one of his nipples between your thumb and forefinger. 

“t-thank you.” he mumbles, lust overshadowing embarrassment. you stand, tummy pressing against his cock through your thin nightshirt. 

“this looks painful, baby boy.” you muse, hand snaking between your bodies to grasp firmly at his shaft. he makes a high preening sound in the back of his throat at your touch. “what? nothing cocky to say now that i’m touching it?” he throws his head back, moaning as you start to stroke him. the needy sound makes your clit throb. 

“please, y/n-” he begs. you reach up, cupping his jaw and guiding him to look at you. 

“not my name, lover.” you hum against his lips. 

“mommy-” he cries softly, tears filling his eyes as you jerk him harder. you nod, placing a kiss to his chin. you can feel your wetness running down your thighs, no doubt ruining your pants. 

“lay on the bed, lyubovnik.” he follows your order without question, crawling beside you and positioning himself on the pillows. you practically purr, admiring him. his curls are delicately fallen over his forehead, a huge contrast to the way he pants erratically and wiggles his hips in discomfort from his throbbing cock. you take your time, undressing slowly. 

“mommy, please!” he cries out when you free your breasts from the confides of your shirt. 

“patience, needy boy.” you tut, crawling up his body and straddling his thighs. “i know it’s never been one of your virtues, but i need you to try for mommy.” he nods, tears starting to fall at his own need. you lean down, breasts pressing against his chest as you kiss him passionately. he moans into the kiss, hips thrusting up into the plush part of your belly. 

“s-sorry.” he whispers into your mouth. 

“s’alright, little one. i’ll let it pass.” you coo, pressing a sweet kiss to his nose. without warning, you drop your hip down. the girth of his cock stretches you painfully. he cries, high and needy as one hand moves to pinch your clit and the other rests on your him. tears of your own surface at the pain. you glance down, a small line of blood runs from where you’re connected, pooling at the base of his cock and mixing with your arousal. 

“you okay?” he asks, comfortingly squeezing at your love handle. 

“i’m fine, baby boy.” you hum, “only strings a bit, it’s been a while.” you promise, starting to rock your hips softly. his head falls back, worry completely forgotten. 

he babbles as you continue your fast rhythm. the sounds of your wetness working up and down his girth lewd and sinful, only urging you on. he desperately attempts to work your clit, rolling it in shaky circles. you reach between you, guiding his hand to rest on your abdomen. 

“can feel you in my stomach, angel.” you purr, biting softly at his collarbone. 

“mommy, i’m gonna-” he sobs, tears of pleasure running down the sides of his face. 

“i know, darling. cum for me.” you urge, but he rapidly shakes his head. 

“don’t wanna before you do.” he whimpers. you shake your head, biting his bottom lip. 

“it’s fine, little one. let go for mommy.” you whisper against his mouth. he gasps, hands moving to hold you down on him as he fills you up. you hide your head in his neck, panting into the skin and the warmth fills your insides. you sit like that for a while, holding him and tracing your fingers over the skin of his pecks. 

a thought hits you, making you stand from the bed abruptly and pull your clothes on. 

“where in gods’ name are you going?” he asks, sitting up and starting to panic. 

“need to talk to catherin.” you state shortly, causing his face to contort in confusion. “you are not getting married to that fucking princess.” you growl, pulling your shirt over your head. his eyes widen, mouth falling open in realization. you lean forward, pressing a rushed kiss onto his lips. “i’ll be right back, i love you.” you hum, hurrying out of the room. 

he grins, throwing himself back onto the pillows and laughing lightly. 

“i love you too, y/n.” he whispers into the thick air. 

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Red, White and Blue

Steve Rogers x plus size reader x Clark Kent

DC Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Steve Rogers and Clark Kent fall for the same girl, which golden boy will win her heart?

Warnings: not at all accurate medical descriptions, SMUT, little bit of angst, rivalry, so much fluff, mutant!reader, d/s dynamics, colour system, little bit of breeding kink, praise kink, little bit of degradation, unprotected sex (reader is on bc), two ds in one v, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering

Minors DNI

WC: 5.3k (I’m sorry, got carried away a bit)

It was the beginning of a new era, the Justice League and the Avengers had joined forces in an effort to create a safer world. It had been months in the making, with Steve Rogers and Kal-el leading the charge, each determined to make a group of superheroes that could help not only the world but also each other. It was no secret that each team on their own were struggling to keep up with the increased number of villains that seem to keep coming out of the walls. 

Steve and Kal had become fast friends, their own interests overlapped. Which caused Batman and Tony an extreme amount of headaches with the two heroes fan-girling over each other. They were evenly matched in everything, Superman’s strength was only overcome by Captain America’s determination (or stupidity as Bucky called it). The pair blended so easily, it was clear to see that nothing could come between them.

Until she arrived.

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With more fighting and battles, came more injuries, and after an incident where Clint nearly died while he and Diana were undercover, the team decided that they needed a healer.

Charles Xavier had recommended a young woman nicknamed “Apollo”. Her healing abilities worked quickly and could fix almost any ailment. Bruce Wayne had gone and picked her up from her apartment in Winchester county, New York. The car ride to the manor had been quiet, a mutual respect already in place between the pair. 

“So um, how many people are part of your team?” Her voice was soft, inviting but he could sense the power behind it. “There’s a lot if I’m being honest, probably too many. The Justice League is significantly smaller than the Avengers. We are only made up of Superman, Wonder Woman, the Flash, Aquaman, and Cyborg. The Avengers have almost three times that amount.” Her eyes went wide. “I don’t think I can heal that many people!” He chuckled. “No you don’t. A lot of people don’t actually need healing like Superman or Wonder Woman. You’ll only really need to deal with the non-immortal, non-superhuman people.” “Like you?” She raised her eyebrows. “Yes, I will definitely need some healing.” She smiled and they settled back into silence.

Bruce opened the car door for her once he pulled up to Wayne manor. “We only have the Justice League here today, you’ll be able to meet the Avengers later on. I thought it was a good idea to do the small group first.” Y/N smiled gratefully at him. “Thank you, I don’t know if I could’ve handled that many new people at once. It’s bad enough when new students arrive at the school. Wow, this place is incredible!” 

“Thank you Ms Apollo, although it is no thanks to all the superheroes that come through and destroy everything.” An older man had greeted them in the entryway, glaring playfully at Bruce. “You can just call me Y/N, Apollo was just a stupid nickname a friend of mine gave me and I haven’t been able to shake it.” She took the man’s hand. “I’m Alfred Pennyworth.” “It’s lovely to meet you Alfred!” “All of the League are in the meeting room, if you would follow me.”

Clark was anxious about this healer they were bringing in. It was always tough adding a new person to the mix, all the trust involved in keeping their secret identities a secret, but they needed a healer desperately. He heard Bruce and Apollo enter the manor and braced himself when they rounded the corner into the room.

She didn’t look threatening. She was small, her e/c eyes were kind, her thick stomach and thighs gave her a soft appearance, inviting. She shyly waved at them. “Hi! I’m Y/N, you don’t need to call me Apollo, I find it a bit stupid actually. I feel like my name should’ve been Artemis, she’s cooler anyway.” Diana smiled brightly. “You are most certainly right!” She brought the shorter girl into a warm hug, “I like her.” Y/N’s face heated. 

Arthur laughed, also pulling her into a hug. “Welcome to the team.” She beamed, Y/N knew Arthur was going to be one of her favourites, he reminded her a bit of Alex. Barry rushed over and quickly shook her hand. “Why is your name Apollo?” “Apollo is the god of medicine, he was the first doctor. And considering my abilities, it’s fitting.” “Can you show us!” He was practically vibrating with excitement. “None of you look injured though, and I don’t want to hurt someone just to show off.” That made Clark’s anxiety ease a bit.

“I got stabbed last night, you could use that.” Bruce lifted his shirt, making Y/N avert her eyes from his strong physique. “Um yeah, let me…” Her voice trailed off as she touched the cut delicately, the skin weaved itself back together and after a few seconds, it was good as new. “How exactly do your abilities work?” Bruce asked as he lowered his shirt again. “Well I absorb other people’s injuries, so they appear on my body and my super healing fixes them really quickly. See?” She lifted her own shirt, and in the exact place where Bruce was cut, there was a bleeding stab wound that was quickly healing. “Doesn’t that hurt?!” Barry touched the cut. “Oh yeah like a bitch but the pain goes away pretty quickly once I’m healed.”

“Isn’t that dangerous?” Bruce’s arms were crossed, he looked like a concerned father. Y/N shrugged. “Yeah it can be, especially if the injuries are more severe. The worst one I’ve ever healed was a kid at the school that fell while training their flying abilities and broke a lot of bones. I was in bed healing for two days after. And because of my super-healing, I can’t take pain medications so it wasn’t a great few days.” “Then why would you heal people if you just end up in so much pain?” Clark had finally stepped forward. She stuttered for a moment, he could hear her pulse race as he got closer, which made him smirk a bit.

“Well when I heal people, I’m only in pain for a short amount of time but if I left them, they would be in pain for a lot longer, possibly the rest of their lives if they did. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew there was something I could’ve done to help.”

“I have a feeling you’ll get along great with Supes over there.” Arthur chuckled, making Clark blush and Y/N giggle.

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“Alright kids, we got the approval from the JL for the new healer. The cheap version of me is sending her over today so we can get to know her.” Tony pushed his sunglasses back up his nose and leaned back into his chair, pleased with himself. “You know we’re supposed to be making a good impression, she is the person that makes sure we live.” Natasha said while fiddling with her knife. “What time is she supposed get here?” Steve was leaning against the door frame, his beard neatly trimmed, which had gotten lots of teasing from Bucky, ‘who are you trying to impress punk’. “She should be here now.”

“A car has just pulled up boss. Apollo has been safely delivered.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. chirped up. Pietro zoomed out of the room, the others following closely behind.

“Thank you so much for driving me Bruce, you didn’t have to do that.” Y/N took her bag from Bruce. “It was my pleasure Y/N. Besides it kept me out of the office for a few hours.” He smiled and kissed her cheek as a silver blur stopped right next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Hello Dragă!” He lifted one of her hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. Bruce just rolled his eyes. “I’ll get going, but give me a call anytime. The zeta tubes between the compound and the manor should be set up soon so you won’t need to drive back and forth. Good luck with these guys.” She gave him a brief hug before he stepped back in the car and drove off.

Y/N turned and smiled at the blonde man, raising her hand to shake his own. “Y/N.” “Pietro! Are you being rude!” A red haired woman stormed towards him, grabbing his ear and dragging him away. “Wanda! Let me go!” They began to shout at each other in a language she didn’t recognise. “I’m sorry about those two, they’re twins.” A 6’4 dirty bland man with a beard, who had reached to take her bag, was standing right beside her. “Steve.” His hand engulfed hers, sending a shiver down her spine, making her squeak before answering. “Y/N.” Steve smiled brightly and Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. 

She was fucked.

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“Lady Bones you’re needed in medbay.” The announcement came on as Y/N was sparring with Natasha. She pulled off the boxing gloves as she ran through the facility, not caring that he was only in workout shorts and a sports bra. She burst through the medical wing doors, seeing Steve laying on one of the metal slabs made her heart stop.

“What happened?” She asked as she hurriedly washed her hands before approaching the soldier and beginning to pull off his suit. “A building fell on him.” Bucky grunted, arms crossed over his chest, obviously pissed off. “I need to assess the damage before I can heal him. Could you bring the X-ray over please?” 

“Why do you need the X-ray?” Bucky was busy trying to lug the big machine over to Steve. “If I don’t know the extent of the injuries and I just go in to heal him, then I can really hurt myself and end up not being able to save him. Just put it over here, thanks.” She prepped the machine and had Bucky stand behind her. 

“It looks like he’s got quite a few broken ribs, fractured skull, and most likely some internal bleeding. You can put this back now, I’ll start healing him. Could you grab that chair, I don’t want to accidentally faint.” He placed the chair behind her and she placed her hands on Steve’s chest, ignoring the warmth coming from him that made her heart beat loud in her ears. The door opened again and Superman strode into the room, obviously distraught. “Is he doing alright? I couldn’t get to him in time.” “Yeah, he’ll be ok, Apollo’s fixin’ him up.” Buck sat at Steve’s bedside, watching Y/N carefully. 

Clark looked down at her in admiration. He could see the pain on her face, her eyes screwed shut, but she kept going, even when her pulse got shaky and her breathing became laboured. He rushed forward as her knees shook and she began to fall. “I’ve got you.” He clutched her thick waist tightly, savouring the way she fit against his chest. She let out a cry of pain and he held her closer, trying to pull her off of Steve but she resisted, keeping her hands firmly planted on his strong chest. Clark felt her bones break beneath his hands. 

“Y/N, you need to stop. You can’t keep this up.” “No. I can do it, just a bit more.” She shook her head. Steve’s eyes shot open, grasping at her hands. “Doll stop.” His voice was weak. “Can’t, not yet.” He gripped her forearms and pulled but was unsuccessful. He felt the last of his pain dissipate and as soon as he felt normal again, Y/N passed out. Clark scooped her up and placed her on the now vacant bed, taking the blanket Bucky handed him and covering her. He quietly snuck out of the room.

“She needs to stop doing that.” Steve sighed, rubbing his hand down his face. “I know. She can heal quickly but she ends up in so much pain. Last month she healed Bruce after a close call and was out for almost a week. This can’t be good for her.” Clark huffed. “She doesn’t take care of herself. Someone else will have to do it.” 

“I can.” “I’ll do it.” They both said at the same time. They turned and made eye contact, and in a split second realised that the other man was also in love with the little healer laying in front of them.

“You have feelings for her don’t you?” Steve sighed. “Yeah I do, and I guess you do too.” Neither man noticed that the camera in the room clicked on. Tony sat back in his chair smirking, Bruce Banner next to him. “We shouldn’t watch this Tony. They’re going to work it out between them.” “Yes! That’s exactly what I want to see, the two golden boys telling the other to go for it while they ignore their feelings, it’s going to be great!” 

“This isn’t going to work out the way you think it will.” Bruce Wayne entered the lab and stood behind the pair. “How do you know, bats?” He huffed at the nickname. “Because Clark is incredibly territorial and if he has feelings for someone, he won’t let them go.” The other Bruce nodded. “And Steve has been different since he came back from being on the run, he’s darker, takes what he wants.” Tony’s eyes widened as they turned their attention back to the screen.

Steve’s back was ramrod straight, he could hear his pulse in his ears. He couldn’t let Clark have her.

Clark’s jaw was set, his eyes blazing with fury. Steve couldn’t have her.

And in that moment, the Golden boys went from best of friends, to enemies.

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It took three days for Y/N to properly heal, Steve’s injuries had been far more expansive than she thought, and when she woke up, it seemed that the JL and the Avengers had split. Well not split entirely, mostly everything was fine, but the two powerhouses were constantly at each other’s throats now. They insulted each other, friendly sparring matches turned into all out battles, and the other heroes were forcing them to stay away from each other and Y/N. But no one would tell her what caused this great rift.

There was one time where she had been cooking dinner for the Avengers when Steve came in and offered his help. Ten minutes later, Clark walked in, deep in conversation with Thor but his eyes kept drifting over to the pair. Steve stood closer to Y/N wrapping an arm around her waist as she stirred the sauce and whispered in her ear. “This smells so good doll. I bet it’ll taste delicious.” Goosebumps erupted along her neck and her stomach curled in arousal. He smirked at her reaction, holding her closer to him, her ass pushing into his pelvis. Clark was fuming. “Rogers, I don’t think that’s appropriate behaviour for the kitchen.” “Nobody asked you Kent.” You could cut the tension with a knife, both men looked like they wanted to murder each other. Thor swooped in. “Lady Y/N! What is this wonderful dish you’re making? It smells like something we used to have back on Asgard!” As the god distracted her, the soldier and the Kryptonian snuck out of the room to go destroy another gym.

It was like this for months before Y/N was sick of these two grown men acting like children.

Y/N trudged into the kitchen at Wayne manor and poured herself a huge cup of coffee, silently thanking Alfred for constantly keeping her caffeinated. “Hey Y/N!” A chipper voice startled her, making her drop her mug but before it could crash to the floor, a strong hand caught it. Clark looked at her sheepishly. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to startle you.” “It’s alright.” She eyed him warily as he leaned against the counter next to her, the heat from his body radiating off him in waves. 

“You going to tell me why you and Rogers are fighting?” She casually took a sip of coffee. Clark blushed. “It doesn’t matter.” “Obviously it does since you two were practically joined at the hip,” She paused, “Does it have anything to do with me? Cause you guys were fine when I healed Steve.” “No no, it’s not you. It’s that fucking asshole, he thinks he’s entitled to you. He thinks that because I’m Kryptonian, I’ll hurt you with my strength. But he’s also always getting hurt, which also puts you in danger, and he’s over 100 years old.” 

Y/N raised her eyebrow. “And you assume you do have some kind of entitlement to me, that you can protect me better?” He stuttered for a moment before she continued, “I could be with someone else for all you know, it’s not like you’ve asked me if I’m single or even if I like men.” “Do you like men?” “That’s irrelevant right now. You two, instead of talking to me, like rational adults, decided to ruin your friendship and fight each other. So I’m going to go back to the school and I’m not coming back until you two work out your differences and talk to me like fucking adults.” She calmly placed her mug in the dishwasher and walked out. 

“Fuck.” Clark scrubbed his hands down his face. “You do know that’s your fault right?” Alfred walked into the kitchen alongside Bruce who was wearing a big smirk on his face. “Master Bruce is correct. It is quite obvious the girl has feelings for you both. Speak with the Captain and work it out. Perhaps you could learn to share, so to speak.” Bruce’s face went bright red with what his adoptive father was implying. “Alfred!” “Oh don’t be so coy Master Bruce. I’m well aware of the things you get up to in your free time.” “I should go, Rogers and I have some things we have to discuss.”

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The school was incredibly quiet, granting Y/N some reprieve from the chaos she had been dealing with. She sat at her favourite window seat, calmly knitting a hat for the professor. She had been given a couple weeks off, and immediately came home, helping move some of the students out for the holidays and helping the other teachers prepare lessons for the new year. “Hey kid.” A gruff voice came from her left. Logan was leaning on the door frame, beer in his calloused hand.

“Hi Logan.” He took that as a signal to approach, shoving her up the bench, sitting behind her and pulling Y/N back to his chest. “I’ve never seen you take a vacation that wasn’t forced on you. What happened?” “And I’ve never seen you ask me about what’s wrong.” She giggled at his pinched brows. “I guess you don’t want to talk about it.” He wrapped an arm around her stomach and rested his chin on her head. “Men suck.” Logan chuckled. “That they do little one. That’s why I told you to never date anyone. No one’s good enough for you.” They fell into a comfortable silence, Y/N picking up her knitting again and Logan closing his eyes, occasionally sipping his beer. 

“I am sorry to interrupt but a man is here to see you Ms Y/N. It seems urgent.” Charles spoke in her mind. Logan groaned as she tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Logan the professor needs me.” “No.” She huffed, poking her finger in between his third and forth ribs which made him give a shout and he let her go. “I never should’ve told you about that, you hold too much power. You better start running.” He growled, causing her to squeak and run out of the room.

She was out of breath when she got to the professor’s office, Logan’s laughter still floating through the halls. Y/N knocked before entering. “You wanted to see me professor?” “I believe you know this guest.” Clark stood up from the seat in front of Charles, dressed in his full suit. “Kal? Is everything alright?” “Apollo, you are needed in the field. Steve has been injured.” “Were you the one that hurt him?” He glared. “Unfortunately not.” Charles smiled brightly. “Go on, you do have a job to do.” “Who’s side are you on, Xavier?” “Not yours.”

“Let’s go Kal, the sooner we get there, the better.” They stepped outside into the chill of a New York winter. “Alright, hold tight.” Clark held her to his chest and her eyes shut tightly as he took off. 

The air got colder the longer they flew and Y/N pressed herself as close to his chest as she could. “Where are we going?” She knew he could hear her but he didn’t answer, making her suspicious, “You’re not going to kill me are you?” She felt his chest rumble with laughter beneath her hand. Clark’s head bent down. “We’ll be there soon.”

Another ten minutes passed before he landed, keeping her close as the cold seeped into her bones. A giant fortress of ice spread out before them. “Is this your man cave?” She rolled her eyes at him. “In a way, come on.” “Steve isn’t hurt is he?” Clark stayed silent, “You two are right bastards.” He smirked. “We know.”

Inside the cave was considerably warmer and a trail of rose petals led to a nervous looking Steve. “So you’re going to seduce me and then kill me?” Her voice broke him out of his trance, he jogged up to the pair. “You got the first part right, doll.” They led her to another room. 

The ceilings were high and covered in little lights that look like stars, the walls had been painted a soft blue that blend in naturally with the ice outside. A bed sat in the center, facing huge windows that overlooked the arctic wilderness. The bed could fit at least five people comfortably so it wasn’t a leap for Y/N to assume that it was meant for her and the two god-like men standing on either side of her.

Steve and Clark each took one of her hands. “We wanted to apologise for the way we’ve been acting. We should’ve just come to you and told you how we both felt.” “And obviously the way to do that is kidnapping me and taking me to a frozen desert so I can’t run away.” Clark rubbed the back of his neck. “We were trying to be romantic.” “Alright, sorry. I’m just a bit worried about what exactly you two have come up with.”

The look that came over their faces was nothing short of pure mischief, they both stepped closer to her, crowding her with their bodies. “Oh doll, we found out that sharing is caring.” “And you know us sunshine, we are very caring.” Clark gripped her jaw and kissed her harshly, knocking the breath from her lungs. Y/N couldn’t help the moan that escaped her as Steve’s hands traveled down to her ass and gave it a squeeze. “You make the prettiest noises doll, can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you cum for us.” Clark had moved on from her lips, leaving them swollen, to her throat, biting her playfully and dragging more pleasured sighs from her mouth. “Oh fuck touch me please, want you both so bad.” She could feel Clark’s smirk against her skin before he gripped her thighs tightly and moved her onto the bed.

She bounced on the soft mattress as she was thrown down. “Our girl looks so beautiful doesn’t she, Kent?” “Indeed she does. She already looks fucked out and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet.” “Take your clothes off and join me. The water’s fine boys.” Y/N smirked, pulling the large shirt she had been lounging around in over her head, revealing her full naked chest. “Oh sunshine, you don’t realise who’s in charge do you. You constantly take care of others so it’s our job to take care of you.” Kal bent over her, taking a nipple into his warm mouth. “You're ours now Apollo, we’ll discuss your rules later but if you do what we say, we’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives. We’ll be devoted entirely to you, our goddess.” Y/N moaned at Steve’s words, grabbing his collar and bringing him down for a kiss.

Clark had been slowly working his way down her body, kissing every available inch of her beautiful s/c skin. “So gorgeous, so perfect, this body was meant to be worshiped. Made for us, for our seed.” As he reached her hips, his huge hands reached below her leggings and slowly pulled them off her legs. “Fuck I can smell her from here. How wet is our doll?” Kal pressed his nose against her sex, breathing in her scent. “She’s drenched. How long have you been craving us sunshine?” Y/N felt like she couldn’t breathe. “Answer him doll.” Steve grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to look down at Clark who was now mouthing at her core. “Since I met you, wanted you both so fucking bad.” “Good girl,” Steve whispered in her ear, “such a good little slut for us.”

Y/N had no clue when either man had undressed but she suddenly found herself sitting up, leaning against Steve’s bare chest as Clark lay in front of her, his head buried between her thick thighs, feasting on her pussy. “Oh fuck Clark! Feels so good!” Her back arched away from Steve who leaned down and attacked her throat with kisses, leaving as many marks behind as possible. “Call him daddy sweet girl, we won’t punish you this time but you’ll need to follow our rules.” Her fingers were buried in his hair, pulling slightly. “What do I call you?” Her voice was breathy. “Captain. It’s time you learn some respect.” Clark slapped her pussy, causing her to shout out. “Keep your eyes open, little one. Keep watching us as we bring you pleasure.” “Yes daddy yes!” “Good girl.” Steve’s hands drifted lower, down her spine and around her ass, burying themselves in her cunt as Clark focused on her clit. 

“Captain, feels so good.” “Such a perfect slut, using your words.” Y/N gripped Clark’s hair tightly, holding him as close to her as possible. “Come for us doll and you’ll get our cocks.” “Fuck!” She came harder than she ever had before. She would’ve been embarrassed of the long continuous moan she let out but the pleasure consumed her. 

When she came back down, Clark kissed her letting Y/N taste herself. “You taste so fucking good sunshine. What do you say?” “T-thank you daddy.” “Good girl, such a good girl. You ready for our cocks now?” She nodded frantically. “Words sweet girl.” “Yes, yes please daddy, captain, want your cocks so bad.” Clark lifted her up and laid her on his chest. “Ride me princess.” 

Y/N sat back on her haunches and reached for his cock. She gasped. “You’re so big daddy, don’t think it’s going to fit.” Steve stroked her cheek from behind. “It’ll fit, we’ll make it fit.” Steve helped lift her up as she lined up Clark’s hard cock with her slit. The captain lowered her down. “Fuck daddy, ’s so big, can’t take anymore.”Her head was thrown back against Steve who kept pushing her down. “Take it slut.” He growled in her ear as Clark gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. Then her ass met Kal’s hard thighs. “Fuck! Sunshine, you’re taking me so well. Bet you feel me so deep in your tummy huh?” His hand rubbed her lower stomach, pushing on it to try and feel himself buried inside her. “Come on doll, ride your daddy, make him feel good.” Her walls burned with the stretch of Clark’s cock but she bit her lip and began lifting her hips, groaning, she could feel every inch of his god-like cock inside her.

Steve watched in fascination as her slick dripped down their bodies, soaking the sheets. “She’s so tight Rogers, she was made for this.” Clark ground out. “I bet we could fit another in that tight little hole couldn’t we. You want my cock too sweetheart, you want me to bury myself in this little cunt.” It wasn’t a question. “Won’t fit, too big.” “Oh doll, you stupid slut, it’ll fit,” he leaned down and whispered in her ear, “say red if it’s too much ok, we don’t want to hurt you.” She nodded and he pushed her down onto Clark’s chest, sticking a thick finger into her, stretching her out even more. She sobbed as he added another finger, using his other hand to rub her clit. Y/N started grinding her hips against Clark’s pelvis. “Please need more, need to be full.” “You ready for my cock?” “Yes please captain, need you in me!”

Clark was glad they chose to take her for the first time in his fortress because the scream she let out when Steve shoved his cock in her was so loud, he swore the ground shook. “Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight.” He panted, resting his head on the back of her neck. “Please please move daddy, captain.” Both of them smirked and began moving in tandem. As Steve pulled out, Clark pushed in, making sure Y/N was always full. Y/N couldn’t speak, it felt like the air was being punched out of her lungs with each thrust. She was limp against Superman, gripping his arms for dear life.

“You gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing us.” She nodded dumbly. “Go on cum for us sunshine, soak our cocks in your delicious cum. Her orgasm was building and building but she needed more. As if Steve could read her mind, his rough fingertips just barely grazed her clit, she shattered. The world went black as the pleasure washed over her. She couldn’t hear either man shout through their own release over the sound of her blood pumping in her ears. Her eyes drifted shut as the last aftershock ripped through her.

“You with us doll.” A warm hand caressed her cheek. “Yeah.” Her voice was slurred and slightly raspy. Y/N slowly opened her eyes. “You passed out on us sunshine, I guess we were good huh?” She weakly rolled her eyes. “I’ve had better.” A sharp slap landed on her bare ass. “Naughty girl.” His tone was harsh but the smirk on Steve’s face showed his amusement. “It would be better if I could get some cuddles.” She stuck her arms out, pouting slightly. He smiled warmly and placed her on his lap, allowing her to snuggle into him. Clark laid down next to them, holding her waist from behind. “You did so well for us, we’re so proud of you.” She smiled shyly, shutting her eyes again, falling quickly back to sleep.

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Music thundered through Y/N’s skull as she worked her way through the crowd of Tony’s party with a couple of drinks. “Apollo!” Natasha called for her, she was sitting with Diana and Wanda at a table by the side of the bar. She smiled and made her way over. “What’s up girls?” She placed the drinks on the table. “We had a little question for you. How did you get Supes and Cap to stop fighting?” Natasha gestured over to the two heroes who were currently playing a friendly round of darts. She shrugged, smiling to herself. “Let’s just say, I really like red, white and blue.”

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HIS PROPERTY

  YANDERE TOUYA TODOROKI/DABI X VIRGIN F!READER

CW/TW: Kidnapping, dub/non-con, dacryphilia, praise and degrading, mentions of cremating, yandere behavior, degrading, praise, dirty talk, threaten use of anal, stolen virginity, ownership, possessive behavior.

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DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! DARK CONTENT! 18+

                Dabi: His Property

           You sighed as your sister wept into your shoulder about how horrible he was. You knew that everyone knew that. Dabi was a villain for God’s sake. Did she really believe that he was going to change?

“I’m never going back to him, he can fucking die for all I care,” She blabbered. You held the urge to roll your eyes knowing all too well she does care. He doesn’t even care for her, but you and her friends had already told her multiple times; y’all could only give her so much advice.

It had already been two weeks and she was still crying all day. It was a toxic relationship, one you would never want to be in. But older sisters were always the example of what to do and of what NOT to do. Another hiccup escaped her lips as she lifted herself off your shoulder and looked over to you with pleading eyes. You wanted to look away because you knew she was about to ask for a huge favor, and one you more than likely would not want to do.

“Hey… could you ever be so kind and pick up the rest of my things from Dabi’s place?” Your jaw slightly dropped; sure, she asked you for ridiculous favors, but this, this took the cake. She knows how much you dislike Dabi, and you would never admit it, but he intimidated you; he intimidated everyone. Your sister was just stupid enough to get caught up in with someone like him.

“I don’t know, Gigi… It was your relationship, not mine, I don’t want to get involved if I’m being honest,” You admitted. She grabbed you by the shoulders and looked straight into your eyes with her bottom lip slightly pouted out.  

“Pleaseeeee, sis. I’m begging you, I don’t want to see him,” Gigi begged. You looked over to her friends who were watching this unfold. Your eyes asking them to intervene. To do something, anything. To your luck they rubbed the back of their neck and looked away.

You scoffed and looked back at her, “Fine. I’m only doing this because I don’t want this to slap back in my face,” You stated as you stood up. Your sister gave you a big hug and continuously whispered her thanks to you; shrugging it off you hesitantly made your way out and headed off to Dabi’s.

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 You were in front of the door, an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach kept making you hesitate to knock. Best case scenario he wasn’t home. Taking a deep breath, you gave the door two good hard knocks.  

To your dismay you heard shuffling on the other side and the door starts opening as words pour out of Dabi’s mouth, “Already crawling back Gi- “He stopped midway when he looked and saw that it was you and not your sister.

Dabi was shocked on the inside, but he couldn’t show it. His dumb ex sent her poor, younger, innocent sister to come collect her things, which he had already thrown out, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Ah… If it isn’t Gigi’s little sister,” Dabi said with a smirk playing on his lips. The use of your whole name had your shoulders slightly shrinking. “What brings you here?” He asks as he leans on his doorframe a glint in his eyes that tells you that this is a bad idea, a bad idea.

“Just coming to collect Gigi’s belongings…” You meekly reply. You were so determined to have a strong look, to not look intimidated, but that obviously didn’t hold up.

Keep it together for God’s sake!

Mentally scolding yourself as he raised one of his hands to come inside, “Yeah, they’re in the room, Come on in.” The dangerous smirk and glint his eyes not once leaving his face. Your heart was thumping loudly, your stomach was churning with nausea as every single bad scenario played in your head.

He’s going to kill me.

Dabi closed the door behind him and locked it. The sound of the lock had you tensing up, “I don’t want to waste any of your time so I promise it will be quick,” You quickly stammered out.

A small chuckle left his lips as he gazed at your whole body from head to toe, you had a much nicer figure than your sister that’s for sure. The clothing was so plain, some jean shorts and a simple V-neck blouse that complimented your cleavage a little too well. You uncomfortably shifted under his lustful gaze as you tried to think of something else.

“So…” you cleared your throat before proceeding, “Which room is her stuff in?” His piercing blue eyes shifted to the door behind you, and he nudged his chin indicating that that was room. You gave a small nod and turned around and made your room to the door. Your eyes must have missed the lock that was placed on the outside of the door instead of the inside as you walked into the room.

Dabi smirked as he followed closely behind you; you were falling right into his trap, you are poor, naïve soul.

“Dabi, there is nothing in here, just a bed,” You stated as you turned around and hit his chest. You took a wobbly step back. Your heart racing faster than it was before.

“I know.” You nervously swallowed as you looked anywhere but at him. A small hum left his lips as you looked and tried to think of a way to calm yourself. “You nervous? Hmm… doll, tell me, are you?” The words had a tone of mockery laced in them as you finally looked at his eyes.

“Stop being weird Dabi,” You muttered as you started to walk past him. That only proceeded in his roughly grabbing your upper arm and pulling you back and releasing you onto the hardwood floor with a thud.

“What was that for?! Dabi, seriously, if you’re mad about the breakup maybe you should go talk to Gigi,” You rambled with panic in your tone. Dabi kneeled in front of you grabbing your chin to force you to look at him.

“I never wanted your sister. I wanted someone else… can you guess who it is?” He taunted with a sinister grin on his stapled face. Mischievous blue pupils wanting to you to answer.

Your eyes were wide and your lips slightly apart of just how insane this guy is. His thumb reached over and glided across your bottom lip, “I’ll give you another hint, I’m looking right at her…” Dabi whispered. If you weren’t scared, you most definitely were now. His thumb continued lightly slide across your bottom lip as tears started strolling down your cheek. Dabi let out a wicked chuckle as his other hand pushed your body down to the ground and was now straddling you.

“Dabi… Don’t…”

“Don’t what, doll? Hmm?” Dabi leaned down and licked the tears off your face, letting out a small hum of approval as your hands were still frozen at your side. You were letting him touch you, lick your tears off, and you haven’t managed to stop him. His face was suddenly in front yours and he pushed his lips against your slipping his tongue in quickly. Your eyes were still wide, and your hands found themselves pushing against his chest. He easily grabbed both of your wrists pulling them away pushing them above your head.

He managed to get both of your wrists in one of his hands as the other trailed beneath your shirt, gripping at your side with an uncomfortable grip. You writhed and squirmed beneath him as he gripped harder at your sides. Dabi pulled away his face away from yours a string of saliva connected to both of y’all’s lips. He pulled his hand up from underneath your shirt and pushed his thumb in your mouth.

“Suck.” It wasn’t even a suggestion. You swallowed before nervously wrapping your tongue slightly around his thumb and sucking. Dabi groaned as he praised, “Good girl.”

His eyes were intensely watching you and you could nothing but look back, his whole gaze had your cheeks heating up from embarrassment. You wanted this to end.

A knock interrupted. Your eyes looked down hoping to the door, but you were met with Dabi’s pants and you could see a noticeable bulge against the crotch area. You sighed in relief when another knock.

“Dabi!” Your eyes went wide, it was your sister. Dabi chuckled and looked down at you with his thumb still in your mouth.

“Make a sound and I’ll cremate her,” Dabi threatened. Not giving you a chance to respond he took his thumb out of your mouth with an audible pop. Dabi stood up and looked down at you, “Now stay quiet and sit on the bed for me like a good little whore.” He walked out of the room and you heard the door lock on the other side. You slowly sat yourself up and fixed your shirt.

You could hear faint talking on the other side, your sister’s voice sounded panic and scared. But you couldn’t quite make out what they were talking about. You just stay there on the floor not making a sound as you try your best to not make any noise. You hear the front door open and shut, but you don’t hear any sounds.

Did he walk her out?

You stood up and walked over to the door trying to jiggle it, but nothing. It was locked. You sighed in frustration as you contemplated on whether or not to try to kick the door. Before you could decide you heard the front door open ad heavy footsteps approaching to the room. Taking a couple of shaky steps as you heard the lock unlock and the door being pushed wide open and being met with a wicked grin.

“Good news, doll!” Dabi walked closer to you as his hands were behind his back like he was hiding an item. You kept taking steps back until your back hit the wall, Dabi didn’t hesitate to close the distance, “Your sister thinks you’re hiding because you didn’t do what she asked… and on top of that I told her the truth of where her items were, so… she has no reason to come back here,” He casually explained. Your eyes narrowed as you could slightly feel your anger boiling up inside you.

“You sick son of a BITCH!” You yelled as your hand came swinging aiming for his cheek, but he stopped you with one of his hands.

A malicious chuckle left his lips as he gripped your wrist tightly causing you to whimper, “I’m going to break that fire of yours, and you’re going to love it,” Dabi whispered. You squirmed as you wanted to get out of his grip tugging your wrist only for him to increase his grip; you let out a small cry as tears stung the corner of your eyes.

Dabi pulled you to him only for him to force you on the bed with his weight, he brought his other hand out revealing a black leather collar. Your eyes widen as you struggle more; Dabi let out a huff in frustration as you weren’t being still.

“I’m going to fucking shove my cock in your ass if you don’t stop moving,” Dabi threatened.

He wasn’t one for empty threats and you knew that. You go completely still as you can’t hear anything besides the loud thumping in your chest. He hums in approval as he sits up straddling your body, he undoes the collar and is surprisingly gently as he puts it around your neck. Once he finishes his eyes hold nothing but lust, he loops his pinky finger in the hole where a chain can connect pulls at it forcing your face to come up. He leans down into you enveloping your lips in a deep kiss that you can’t escape.

A whimper barely makes its way out of you as your hands feebly push against his chest. He yanks on the collar harder causing you to let out a grunt. Dabi releases the collar and the kiss pushing you down by your shoulders flat on the bed. He sits back up and tears your shirt and burns the middle of your bra.

“Dabi please do- “

“No… I will…” he cuts you off as his fingers fiddle with the button on your jean shorts, “And you’re gonna be a good lil’ whore for me and take it.” He gets up off you and quickly takes both your shorts and panties off, your face heats up as you quickly clamp your legs together in an effort to hide, Dabi quickly pushes his hands in between and caws your thighs apart as your whole mind is now processing what is going on.

I’m going to get raped! Dabi is going to take my virginity.

Tears freely roll down your cheeks as his face is now right in front of your pussy, shame and fear lighting up within you. He delves his tongue in between your folds, you let out a small mewl as you squirm. His arms going beneath your thigh as he wraps his hands around your thigh and grips down to hold you still. Dabi continues to lap greedily at your cunt as you can’t hold back the noises that escape your mouth.

Dabi is thoroughly enjoying your reactions, trying to get you prepared for him. Such a responsive thing, he loved it. Sucking on your bud he releases one of your thighs as he brings two of his fingers at your soaking entrance. He slowly pushes them. A loud gasp escapes your mouth as your fingers entangle themselves into his hair.

“Nngh…” You squeeze your eyes shut trying to block him out, but his thick digits are fucking you at a pace that won’t allow you to do so. He swirls his tongue around your clit as he picks up the pace; breathy moans falling shamelessly out of your mouth.

“Look at you… moaning like a lil’ slut,” Dabi comments as you clench around his fingers. You just whimper in return, your whole face heating up in the fact that you are enjoying this. Your body is. The feeling in your stomach starts to become bigger as Dabi now is hovering over you as his two fingers penetrate you and his thumb roughly rubs at your bud.

Your body is reacting on its own as it starts to grind in motion with Dabi’s fingers. He growls lowly as he pulls you up to him by the collar as he kisses you. His tongue raiding your mouth to where you can taste yourself on him. You don’t want to cum on his fingers, but you can’t help it. The sensation is too powerful as you moan loudly into his mouth orgasming on his fingers.

Dabi pulls his fingers out and shoves them into your mouth pushing them far back causing your vision to blur and you to gag. He removed his fingers as a trail of saliva followed and he started unbuckling his belt. Dabi was quick to remove his pants. You tried regaining a little composure as you slowly sat up only to be pushed back down.

“Turn over.” You froze. You really didn’t want to, but at the same time who knew what threats he had up his sleeve. You slowly rolled over to your back your heart racing as tears stung your eyes again. You felt as his hand snaked beneath around your stomach as he started to lift you up. Even though you were a virgin you understood everything about sex. You knew exactly what he was asking for. You obediently got on your knees and your hands.

You could hear him hiss lowly as he brought his body close to yours. “Dabi please… don’t…” you tried pleading one more time. “I’m a- “

“Doll. Don’t make me shove it in your ass,” Dabi warned. You swallowed all protests and squeezed your eyes shut. You tried to steady your breathing as you felt his head tease your entrance.

Please go slowly! Please go slowly!

As if reading your mind, he slowly pushes his head in, hissing as he could already feel you clenching around him. God, you were so fucking tight. He continues to push himself in as you let out a cry and tears fall down the side of your face. Dabi allows himself to bottom out in you enjoying how tight and wet you are. You unsteady breathing as hurts a little more than anticipated.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Dabi whispers as he leans down into your ear. “Be a good whore and ask me to fuck you,” He commands. Your eyes go wide. You can feel his whole cock inside of you as you pause to think whether or not to do so.

“Fuck me, please… Dabi,” You meekly force out. He lets out a groan as he gently rocks against you.

“Say it again.”

You swallowed, “Please fuck me, Dabi.” You were so embarrassed to be asking for such an action. Dabi rocked against you harder, every single time his head hitting harder against your cervix. You let out mewls as he picked up his pace; at this point you adjusted to his size and it was pleasurable.

Dabi pulled out and flipped you over as he thrusted back into you harshly. You let out a yelp as he just bucked your hips into you. Filthy words and phrases spilling out of his mouth.

“You’re mine.”

“You’re clenching so hard for my cock.”

“You’re such a slut for me.”

They came barreling out as he just continued to violently shove his cock deep into you. Over and over again. Another orgasm left your body as your toes curled and your back arched up.

“That’s it, cum on my cock you lil’ whore.” As if to increase stimulation he tweaked and pinched at your hardened nipples causing you to thrash and squirm as whimpers left your mouth. Your fingers fisted into the bedsheets and Dabi thrusted harder.

“Tell me who owns you, whore,” He demanded between pants. He was close. So, so close.

“You do, Dabi,” You sob out as he continues to pinch and knead your breasts.

“That’s fucking right!” His thrusts become sloppy, and he suddenly lets out a loud groan releasing into you. Riding out his high as you slowly get over your afterglow.

You both are panting hard, and he lays completely on you. His fingers run gently through your hair, you barely manage to make eye contact with him; he smirks as he notices your eyelids getting heavy and sleep enveloping you.

 *********

Your eyes slowly open blinking a couple of times to adjust your surroundings. There is a dull soreness between your thighs, actually every part of you felt sore. You weakly sit up as you look down to see that your dressed in different clothing. Your fingers trail to your hipbone to feel a new set of panties were put on you, and you were in a big t-shirt; unfortunately, you had no bra on. You rub your eyes as you look down and see a chain around your ankle. You lean over to slightly pull at it; you sighed in defeat.

The door opened and you looked up to be met with the eyes of your captor.

“Good afternoon, doll…” He stated casually. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Afternoon?”

“Ah yes, you were asleep for roughly about eighteen hours,” Dabi answers as he walks in with some items in both of his hands. Closing the door behind him with the back of his foot, “I suppose I should have taken into consideration that your sister did say you were sleep deprived and that you were indeed a virgin.”

You silently watch as he sits beside you and opens a water for you handing it to you, “I can’t have you dehydrated either… Also, I need you to take this,” Dabi rambles as he hands you both the water and a small pill. Your eyes look back up at him with a suspicious glint.

“I don’t think you want kids right now,” Dabi smirks as he looks down at the pill.

Oh… it’s a plan B.

You nod in confirmation as you obediently take the pill and swallow it down with some water. You drink some more of the water realizing your more parched than you thought. He lets out a chuckle. You were still trying to wake up, and it doesn’t go passed his mind he could easily fuck you right back to sleep.

“Why am I still here?” You question. “You took my virginity, isn’t that enough?”  You inquire further.

He hums contemplating on how to answer, “Because you’re my property… It’s pretty simple actually… Date your dumb sister for about a month… well a month was the plan, but that didn’t work… and then I knew she would send you because she’s prideful and stubborn like that,” Dabi finishes.

“Wait. Wait. We skipped chapters, Dabi… you’re making it sound as if you had met me way before you met my sister. We were never introduced to one another till after y’all started dating.”

“Hm… Oh, right. I knew you before I knew your sister, but you didn’t know me…” Dabi explained as if it was completely normal.

“But that doesn- “

Dabi raises his hand to cut you off, “Enough questions, doll. Don’t inquire too much, I don’t like it… I need you to eat,” He says as he hands you some food in your hand. His thumb reaches over and gently grazes your cheek wanting to desperately fill your tight little cunt with his cock again, but he knows you need a small break.

“Gigi said you horrible at aftercare…” You whisper more to yourself, but he hears.

“Ah. I take care of my property, doll… but try not to piss me off, I will have to discipline you in ways you won’t enjoy,” Dabi warns. You take a bit of your warm food as you just nod.

“Now say it for me… that you’re my property…” Dabi demands. You swallow your food as you looked up at him. You didn’t want to, but it would be wise to not piss him off while you’re in no condition to fight.

“I’m… I’m your property,” You shakily finish. Dabi smirks and leans down placing a kiss on your forehead.

He knew you didn’t believe it, but he was going to get you to a point where you do believe it. That you’re his property.

[jjungkooksthighs]

Edacity | jjk (m)

Pairing: boyfriend!jungkook x reader

 Genre: platter of smut, the barest hint of fluff and the tiniest garnishment of angst / nonidol!au / college!au

 Rating: 18+ / nsfw

 Word Count: 8.2k

 Summary: After a rough day at college in your biochemistry class, you come home to your boyfriend, who is sweetly making you dinner. In his efforts to help calm you down, he only riles you up when you realize that it’s not the food you’re hungry for…it’s him.  

 Warnings: dom!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, big cock!jungkook, sub!reader, lots of dirty talk (let’s face it I love that shit), praising, fingering, grinding, fellatio (cock sucking), cock worship (just a smidge), unprotected sex (reader has a birth control implant in her arm but Koo doesn’t like condoms, so yeah), breast/nipple play, nipping, marking via hickeys, sucking, pussy stretching, rough and possessive sex, begging, muscle kink, scratching, precum play if that’s a thing, manhandling, pinning down, cursing, wet and messy sex (kind of), degradation kink (koo calls you a slut a couple times but that’s about it), size kink, hair pulling

 A/N: This fic is brought to you by 201008 Jungkook from the “Savage Love” video he posted. I saw it, got horny and then wrote this filth. Blame him for this, not me. Also, please let me know what you guys think. Your feedback means more to me than you know. Tagging @nervouskiwi​ , @tricethecharm​ and @nightshadevinter​ per their request! 

The door to your apartment opens and shuts with a heaved sigh from you as you drop your bag to the floor with a thump, the day’s toil stemming from an unhelpful and unknowledgeable lab partner finally taking its toll on you while you rub your eyes as if to clear away the sight of the freshman boy who’d stared dumbly at the temperature probe and gas pressure sensor before asking you which was which in your biochemistry class. After that, he’d proceeded to clumsily knock over the catalase solution you were meant to measure enzyme activity with on several occasions in his ceaseless cloddishness.

 Even your professor had not noticed your lab partner’s negligence despite the seven times that you’d had to go procure a new vial of solution from the back of the classroom and when you’d asked to just do the lab alone upon finding out that your lab companion didn’t even know how to work the magnetic stirrer, your teacher still had not yielded to your plea. You had ended up doing all of the work and your efforts had gone entirely unnoticed to all but yourself. Well, almost everyone.

 “Bad day?” The mellifluous voice of your boyfriend of three years wafts over to your ears and you don’t have to open your eyes to know he’s in the kitchen directly to your left, your body instinctively wanting to seek the comfort of his warm embrace after such a long day. The sound of him already has the agitation crumbling, his voice the music to your ears that you are sure you will never tire of.

 “Terrible,” you whine, “my professor paired me with someone that didn’t even know what the equipment we were using was called. I had to do all the work.”

 “Aww…I’m sorry to hear that. Come here, babe. I’ll make it all better, yeah?” He asks.

 Your body is already moving at that and there’s the distinct clinking of a utensil against cookware that dots the space of your shared apartment. When you breathe in the succulent smell of sundubu-jjigae (one of your favorites of his) the earlier irritation is drawn away as you take in the aroma that has your stomach rumble tellingly in hunger. You really hadn’t been in want of food before you walked in, so now you’re not sure if it’s the dinner that has you craving or if it’s the person that made it.

  Wanting to look upon the source of the delicatessen, you open your eyes to find your boyfriend who is already gazing softly at you while he-with one occupied and tattooed hand-attends to the stew and it is as if the frustration is drained from you immediately as you drink in the sight of domesticity.

 His hair has been drawn up in a manbun that would be an instant panty-dropper if he went outside right now with the way that he’s left some of his chocolate brown fringe to frame each side of his face. It is wavy with the water from the shower he must’ve taken in the way that it darkly curves to the sides along his eyes and that alone has you suck in a breath. You let your eyes trail downward, your own malnourishment throughout the day causing familiar hungry desire to begin to pool heatedly within you at the visage of the black pajamas you’d bought for him a week ago after he’d ripped his previous pair apart in one particular voracious spur of energy to hastily plunge himself into the silken depths of your pussy. The striped shirt he now wears is open deliciously into a perfect ‘V’ shape that boasts the luscious expanse of his chest all the way down before tortuously stopping at the crest before his navel. He wears the matching pair of pants, their length giving a salacious view of his calves that you are sure the gods themselves must have had a hand in crafting.

  In the dimmed light of the kitchen, you can see the shadows that curl temptingly around his abdominals, your fingers inadvertently twitching against your sides in your want to touch, to feel him again.

 You know from experience how defined his chest is. You know how hot his skin is against your fingers. You know the bliss his body grants, for he has reminded you timelessly in the way that his perfect cock finds its dwelling in the wet warmth of either your mouth or your pussy as he brings you to paradise. You’re quite sure that you’ll never be able to sate yourself of him, the memory of him driving his cock into you from this morning bringing a familiar wave of desire to wash over you. You’d left him on the bed with a hardened cock after round two upon deciding to ride his thigh, thoughts of his pleading words and strained expression living in your thoughts all day long in your decision to punish him for grinding his cock into your ass so early into the morning.

 Usually he wouldn’t have gone so easy on you, but after all your texts throughout the day that were telling of your stresses, he couldn’t find it in himself to discipline you. Wanting to ensure that you felt better, he had decided to wait. After all, patience was a virtue, as you had told him before.

 Before you know it, you’re standing before him, one of his arms winding around you to pull you close as you let your irises dip from his eyes to those lips of his that must’ve been created by the devil himself in how they tempt you. Your boyfriend watches with interest, arousal coloring him internally when you look back up at him, your eyes beginning to cloud over in lust as you slide your hand down the sliver of his chest that he’s left uncovered for you. His skin receives you as if it had been waiting for this very moment, his muscles flexing proudly as you stroke the heated skin with appreciation. He’s more taut than usual under your touch which means he must have gotten back from the gym some time ago in the way that his muscles are tightly tensed from such use.

 It is that thought that has you press your lips to his in a heated kiss, your tongue sliding through his parted lips to kittenishly lick along the roof of his mouth to earn a groan from him, the sound caught between your lips and travelling with sonic speed right down to your pussy. He takes control when you try to wrap your tongue around his, the hot muscle plunging straight into your mouth as the other hand he’d been using to stir the stew abandons its earlier movements to find purchase on your ass as he squeezes you firmly between his fingers. When you disconnect, it is with a pant after the breath he has stolen from you.

 You breathe, “You’ve already made it better, Kookie, but do you want to know something?” You question as you bring your lip between your teeth, enjoying the way his eyes fix on that action as the inklings of desire begin to manifest in his eyes, in the way the soft exterior he’d been showing earlier begins to melt into something darker and far more primal under your attention.

 “Tell me, baby,” He husks as you close one hand around the silk of his shirt to bunch the fabric between your fingers as you dare to unearth the heated skin of his left pectoral, “If this is how you’re going to greet me, I would very much like to know.”

 When your mouth descends upon him to give soft, featherlight kisses along the line of his exposed chest, you manage to utter between them, “I bet the food you made for us is delicious, but the only thing I want to taste right now-” you peer up at him through a fan of dark lashes “-is you. You’re the only one who can give me what I really crave.”

 Your boyfriend’s eyes darken instantly at that, his other hand finding its place along your ass and you need no instruction to wrap your legs around him as he lifts you like you’re a feather only to prop you back down on the cold, hard countertop as he growls, “What a needy little girl you are. Didn’t have enough of this cock this morning, huh? God, you’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?”

 He lowers his head and you instinctively bare your neck for him, your legs spreading so he can step between them as you let your head fall back while one of his hands is already there to cup your nape in his effort to hold you there. You both keep your eyes locked on each other the whole time, desire burgeoning to life wildly within you as he peers at you with a hooded gaze while he moves torturously slow to where you want him and finally, finally, his lips find their home in a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive spot on right under your ear. 

The warmth of his mouth has you gasp, your back straightening as one of your hands finds purchase in his hair to coax him downward as you mewl, “Yes, Kookie…yes. I’m only a slut for you. It’s only ever been you.”

 You hastily unbutton his shirt while he lets you and instantly you’re salivating at the perfect canvas of him that is presented to you as the offending piece of clothing is pushed off his shoulders. Your palms, magnetized to him, splay over his abs, catching on the ridges of the defined set of muscles as they jump excitedly under your touch while you trail your hands upward. He sighs in satisfaction against your skin when the pads of your fingertips graze his dark nipples and you nearly coo at the sound of that alone.

 “That’s right, Y/N. No one else makes you this desperate, huh?”  He manages between kisses.

 You nod as much as you can in this position and you feel the way his lips turn upward in a smirk borne of the boost to his ego, his lips descending down the column of your neck in a wet trail and it is when he gets to the jugular notch between your collarbones that he presses the wet, heated muscle of his tongue to the delicate skin there that you keen, your fingers curling inward within his hair as he hisses at the pull and in punishment, nips you there. 

You are utterly powerless to stop your juices from collecting along your folds that you know is going to ruin your underwear. Without thinking, your hips begin to search for friction and you grind against him, the warm bulge of his member hardening under your ministrations.

 “A-ah, Kookie, please.” You beg for his mercy and his grin deepens as both of his hands run down your clothed arms. His mouth continues to trail across the sliver of skin over your shoulders and when his hands make another pass upward along you, you watch the way that his brows scrunch together as if disturbed by something and suddenly his devilish mouth is gone. The unforgiving cold is left in his absence and you whine at his loss, not understanding why he has stopped.

 Both of his hands settle on the countertop to either side of you as he leans forward, his tongue hotly poking against his cheek in a sight that only makes you wetter when his eyes narrow, “You smell different. Why?”

 Your boyfriend has always had a sensitive nose, but right now, you’re hardly in the mindset to think about what it is that he’s disgruntled about as you whimper, “Kook, I was doing a lab and dealing with chemicals. That’s all, okay?”

 You watch his fingers curl inward until they’re white with how hard he’s gripping the marble, his jaw setting as he hisses, “This morning you left smelling like me after I fucked you,” he grasps your chin with one hand, “Now you smell like someone else. Explain or you will get none of this cock that I know you want so bad.”

 You try to think past the haze of desire, you really do, but all you can do is blink owlishly as you try to navigate the sea of want for him that has filled your mind. Under his piercing gaze, you’re frozen in place and you swallow thickly to manage the only answer that your mind can supply with a stammer, I-I… It was my lab partner,” you watch his expression begin to contort in anger and before he can sink further into the emotion, you put both hands to either side of his face in effort to keep his attention on you, “He kept brushing against me when I was doing measurements for the assignment, Jungkook. It was nothing. He is nothing to me. I promise.”

 You hadn’t really thought of the implications of the first thing that you’d said, but you could see the momentary fury that had begun to color his very irises and wanting to quell it, you urge him close, your hands falling to rest on his chest as you plead with your eyes for him to understand. You both have been together three years and deep down, your boyfriend knows you would never betray him like that, but the lion of possession within him had roared loudly and there was little he could do to quiet it without the reassurance you had been so quick to feed it with.

 Before you have time to process anything, your shirt has been torn from your body and lands somewhere behind you, but you have no care for that right now. Instead, your focus is on Jungkook, the anger that had begun to set in his irises overtaken by something far more carnal as he orders, “Get on your knees, Y/N. I think you need to be punished for letting someone else touch what isn’t theirs. You’re mine,” he boldly wraps a hand around each breast to give a harsh squeeze, “show me you can be a good girl and suck me off until all you know is the feeling of me on your tongue.”

 His words have fresh arousal depositing itself between your thighs and with a submissive nod, your body obeys. He watches you with a darkened, lustful gaze as you lower yourself to the hardwood floor, your hands still by your sides while your boyfriend, all in one go, sheds his matching pajama pants until they puddle along his feet abandonedly. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of his thick, muscled thighs that you’ve fucked yourself on more times than you count, but your salivary glands do not fully exert themselves in hunger until your irises trail up to the thick shaft that arches deliciously upward as a constellation of veins scale along it all the way up the bulbous head that is already wet with precum. His tip rests artfully along his abdominals in some kind of lewd painting brought to life that you could stare forever and a day at, a whine coming from your lips as you lick them.

 Your boyfriend watches with interest as you ogle him and when he sees the pink of your tongue draping itself sinfully against his lip, he declares, “If you don’t get your mouth on me right now, baby, I’m going to fuck your face later, yeah?”

 That one has you moaning in thought, your boyfriend’s lips turning up in a smirk as you quickly lean forward, both hands trailing slowly up his legs and compressing around the thick, corded muscle as you do. When your hands find his member, you lightly run the tips of your fingers over his aching dick, the veins there throbbing energetically at your touch. He groans at that and then one of your hands encircles itself over his base where you gently squeeze the half of him that your fingers can reach, your other hand curling around him and stroking up and down as he grunts in pleasure, his eyes screwing shut.

 You swallow with some effort when your thumb runs over his slit to collect more of his fluid before swathing it along his glans as you ready him for your mouth. He’s already substantially hard, but you have no doubt that he will become even more so when you finally do suck him off. He really does have the world’s most perfect dick and you don’t think you’ve ever seen a thicker, bigger and better one than his. 

Granted, you’ve only ever actually seen and felt his, but you have never had a wish to have anyone else’s. You couldn’t possibly have room to want anything else when he fills you so deliciously, when he fits inside you like he was made for you.

 “Such a nice, pretty cock, Kookie…thank you for letting me have it,” you praise.

 As you bring him toward your waiting mouth, you blow out a puff of air to have him suck in a breath, his jaw clenching as one hand finds itself in your hair to guide you forward. With one final look up to his face, you take him into your mouth to watch his face contort into an expression of pleasure, his eyebrows scrunched together and his hair veiling his face to the point where you can only see his eyes based on the glint in each iris that flashes erotically at you as he takes a stuttered breath. 

Your walls clench contract around nothing as his member fills the wet cavern of your mouth while you try to take him as far as you can. Even like this, your hand still holds his base in his profound length despite the fact that you’ve gotten him as far your throat will allow.

 You’ve deep-throated him many times in the bliss that you have discovered you can grant him and now will be no different. There is nothing that you enjoy more than knowing that you alone can give him pleasure.

 When you’ve fitted him inside your mouth a little bit more, that’s when you run your tongue along his length before sucking, your cheeks hollowing out as you do. Your boyfriend’s fingers tighten in your hair as he growls, “Yeah, that’s it, baby. God, you’re so perfect for me. That little mouth takes me so fucking well.”

 You swallow around him, drawing him deeper into your throat as you all but guzzle him in your ministrations. He leaves a salty taste on your tongue in the precum that you collect and you can’t say you don’t fucking love the taste of him. You hungrily slide your tongue over his slit before kittenishly licking along the sides, a guttural moan tearing itself from the recesses of his body as he bucks under your ministrations.

 When your boyfriend opens his eyes to peer down at you, it’s enough to have his cock throb inside your wet warmth. The way that his cock disappears beyond the cradle of your lips is sin itself, but the way that you stare heatedly at him with desire simmering hotly in those irises of yours…Jungkook thinks if eroticism had a picture, you would be it right now. 

He’s just hit the back of your throat and because of that, drool has begun to pool along the sides of your mouth and fondness floods him at the sight, his thumb brushing away the spit only to lather it over your lips as he croons, “Look at my beautiful, messy girl starting to fall apart on my cock. Fuck, you’re so good for me, Y/N. Such an obedient little girl,” you suction your mouth intensely around him at that, “Think you can take me farther? I bet you can fit all of me down that tight throat of yours if you really try.”

 His praises have your walls fluttering around nothing as you engulf him impossibly farther into your mouth with another swallow, the wet slurping sounds of your ministrations filling the room as he starts to massage your head through tightened fingers that pull at the roots of it. You inhale through your nose, unable to any longer breathe through your mouth through the cock that blocks your airway and in one fluid motion, you press forward and try, but fail, not to gag around him as his dick sinks further into your throat.

 Tears instantly threaten to fall from your eyes as they water, your vision becoming blurry as you sputter against his dick. The sensation of your throat closing around him earns a hiss as he responsively thrusts his cock into you, unable to stop himself from chasing his pleasure.

 You let him fuck your mouth, enjoying the sounds of rapture that tumble freely from his mouth and content in the knowledge that you are able to gift him this euphoria. Tears are quick to fall from your eyes as you suckle him, the wide girth of him easily hitting your gag reflex in the back of your throat as you trail your tongue along the underside of his shaft while you slacken your jaw to ease his access.

 Your boyfriend coos while he watches your tits rise and falls with the efforts of your breaths, “Such beautiful tits, baby. If you hadn’t been a bad girl earlier today, maybe I could have used them as a cocksleeve. I bet you would have liked that, too, you dirty slut.” 

 You preen at his words with a moan, the vibrations of that heightening his pleasure and it is when you slide a free hand under him to grasp and fondle his balls that are extremely full in the seed that aches with need to be released that he grunts with fervor and when you roll them in your hands like dice before you gently run the pads of your fingers over them, he throws his head back, his mouth parting as he drives his cock into you one more time. With how far down his cock hits at your larynx now, you can’t see him any longer through the blurred vision as tears stream down your cheeks while you cry out his name.

 “Fu-fuck, baby. I can’t l-last much longer if you keep doing that. You really love this cock, don’t y-you? Tell me how much you love it. I w-wanna hear it with my cock in your mouth.” He manages through labored breaths.

 You hum in agreeance, the burn of his dick inherently insistent as he moves and the vibrations your sound makes has his cock throbbing dangerously as it begins to swell in warning of his impending end. He’s so hard already and your pussy aches to receive him, your walls contracting around nothing at the feel of his hot member between your lips.

 “I love it, Kookie. I love it so much. Love how big you are.” You splutter despite the very large dick currently nestled between your lips.

 You make a point to show him by swiveling your hand around what little of him is beyond the reaches of your mouth at this point while your other hand drags itself downward from his balls to rub at his perineum. That one has his back bowing inward, his fingers fisting in your hair as he groans and you can feel how his cock pulses in warning of his climax that you cannot wait to taste the fruits of as you flick your tongue along his length once, twice and then three times before suddenly, with a guttural sound, his fist pulls at your hair roughly to effectively extricate himself from your mouth as he breathes laboriously above you.

 You both watch as your spittle clings to his cock in a thin line in its attempts to remain connected to him until it sadly breaks off and away. You whimper at the loss of him, blinking up at him far too innocently for someone that just had a dick rammed down their throat and you watch the way his eyes flash cravingly at you only to rub your neglected thighs together in search of some friction.

 “As good as that was, baby,” he lowers himself down to your level to wipe away the tears that had collected along the sides of your face as he darkly declares, “there’s somewhere else that I want to cum in today and you’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

 You nod without a thought, his hands are quick to wrap around your waist and lift you with ease until you’re splayed out on your back for him along the countertop that is mercifully long enough to support your torso. Your legs dangle precariously off the edge, but they never reach the floor and like this, you’re granted an unfettered view of him, his now engorged dick standing to attention along his abdominals and when you peer up at his blown out irises, you release a shaky sigh in anticipation as he licks his lips like you’re a meal he’s about to fucking devour.

 “You know, I wanted to eat you out, baby. I really did,” he husks as he steps forward between your legs that you part in invitation, “but you sucked me off so good that now all I can think about is ramming this cock into you so hard that you won’t remember anything but my name and getting my fill of you until you milk me fucking dry, Y/N.”

 Arousal ignites within you at that and you pleadingly implore, “I want you to do that, gods, I do, but first, Kook…kiss me. Please, kiss me. After that, you can fuck me to your heart’s content.”

 You don’t know how you find yourself wanting even more of him, but you do. His mouth, you are sure, is the work of an incubus in the way that it can work sinfully against you. The words that tumble from them light the fires of desire within you and just want to feel the warmth of his lips again, honestly. 

 He arches a brow at this as he leans over you, one hand finding purchase along your waist as he rasps, “You want me to taste myself, baby? Is that it?”

 You can tell by the lilt in his voice that he’s playing with you and you already know this is a game he will ultimately lose, for you have a trick up your sleeve that he forever and always falls for. You let your hand slither along your body, your index finger dipping between your wet folds while he watches with a hooded gaze as you bring your soiled hand to your lips to dapple your essence over them like a lewd lipstick before you angle your chin up invitingly to beseech, “Won’t you taste me, Kookie? Don’t you want to taste us? Please,” you whine,” all I want is a kiss. No one...no one kisses me like Jeon Jungkook. Please, Kookie. I want your mouth so bad.”

 Your boyfriend brings his lip between his teeth at that as he lowers himself down to your level, his sinful irises burning heatedly into your skin as he utters, “That’s it, baby. I love it when you beg for me. So fucking hot.”

 With that, his lips descend over your own, your arms wrapping around him as you mewl into his mouth. He consumes you and drinks from you like you’re his last means of sustenance, his lips capturing yours in voraciousness as his tongue runs boldly along them in quick movements of possession before he’s sliding the wet muscle everywhere he can reach in his mission to claim the depths of your wet cavern. He can taste the remnants of himself on your tongue and with the sweet juices of your sex that you’d lathered over your lips, it’s a combination he has come to thoroughly enjoy the taste of in how well flavor of you both coalesce into something so tangy.

When he’s satisfied with his mapping of your mouth, he draws your lower lip between his teeth before suckling the tender flesh to have you gasp at the sensation.

 Distracted by that alone, you do not notice the hand of his that isn’t currently attached to your waist that snakes slowly downward to slip with ease under your grey sweatpants and between the silk panties that cover your womanhood. Your breath hitches upon the sensation of his long, tattooed fingers dragging themselves against your slit and you’re not surprised at the generous collection of your juices that make his digits glide along your folds, but he hiss he makes is delicious when he curses, “Fuck, Y/N. You’re this wet when I haven’t even touched you? God, you really are a slut for me, huh?”

 With one hand, you entangle your fingers along the hair at the nape of his neck as you breathe, “Only for you, Jungkook. This is all for you.”

 He plunges one finger inside you at your response and immediately sibilates at the way that your wet warmth welcomes his digit enthusiastically and energetically. With as wet as you are, you know that you will have no problem taking him, the considerable amount of slick between your legs tangible evidence of your need to receive and welcome him into your sex. It takes no time at all for him to add a second finger, one thumb rubbing at your clit as you moan his name, your eyes falling shut as under his ministrations. Warm waves of heat fall over you under his touch and you bask in his avid attention. Without extricating his hand from your pussy, he orders, “Take off your pants, baby. I want to see this pretty cunt while I fuck it.”

 You heed his command, one hand disconnecting from around his neck to hurriedly discard your pants and underwear along the floor in one fell swoop as your boyfriend’s hungry irises flick downward to feast upon the visage of your dripping cunt. Something about the way that his fingers disappear into your wet depths transfixes him, the squelching sounds that your pussy makes going straight to his core as arousal flares within him. Wanting to prepare you for him as thoroughly as he can, he continues to swirl his fingers over your clit in measured circles before the two fingers he’s got inside you curl inward in a come hither motion. The sensation has you throwing your head back, a stuttered cry coming from your lips as your fingers tighten in his hair and your unoccupied hand latches onto his strong bicep in search of something, anything to cling to.

 His vision darts upward to your face to catch your expression shift to one of pleasure under his touch, thick and heavy desire for you demandant in its need that manifests in the ache of his cock that pulses with need to find its home within your silken walls. He yearns for you so much now that it’s almost painful to bear it when the source of his relief is only a few inches away and, distantly, he thanks the gods above that you’d gotten a birth control implant before you’d both become intimate for there is no greater heaven, he is sure, than when he is burrowing his cock into you velveteen walls and finishing there where he belongs.

 He lowers himself to your ear, his warm breath pebbling your skin as he husks, “What do you want me to do to you, baby? Do you want this? Or,” you whimper loudly when his fingers are pulled from your pussy only to hitch your breath upon the hot, hard member he is quick to slide against your generously lubricated folds, the edges of him torturously dragging just above your waiting slit as he smirks darkly, “do you want my fat cock? Fuck, you really just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

 You mewl when he takes your earlobe between his teeth, his tip brushing along the tender bundle of nerves along your clit, words escaping you beyond his name as you manage, “Jungkook.”

 You watch as he angles himself along your sopping entrance, the continued sweep of his dick across your folds an erotic sight that has heat lather itself like honey over your core as you wrap your legs around him in answer. Words elude you like your mind is caught in his maze and with every stroke of his cock between your sensitive labia, your mind is brought to a dead-end that you have the truest of troubles navigating.

 Your boyfriend takes your silence as disobedience, both hands laying possessively over pierces you with his commanding gaze, “I asked a question, baby. I require an answer if you want to get fucked,” he punctuates this to mercilessly poke his tip against your entrance while squirm against him, “Use that pretty mouth and tell me what you want or else I’m going to tie you up and leave you crying for me on our bed while you get to watch me finish myself off with my own hand.”

 His words have fresh arousal depositing itself within your folds as you mewl, but under his ministrations that have him running his cock along your sex, his dick catches your newly released taint when you wrap your legs around him in your effort to encourage him inside and he hisses at the sensation as your labia embrace and enfold around his member as he squeezes your sides tight enough that there will be marks there tomorrow in the shape of his fingertips.

“Tell me now, Y/N, or you’re going to be punished. You’ve been so good, baby. Do you really want to be naughty now?” He rasps as he uses the grip he has on your hips to pull you even closer, the promise of sin flashing dangerously in his eyes through the fringe that falls along them.

 Powerless to resist his demand, you submissively whisper, “Want …want your big cock. Want you to fuck me so good with it that I can’t walk and for you to paint my pussy with your seed. God, Jungkook, I want you so much right now. Can I please, please have your cock inside me?”

 Your boyfriend leans up to tower imposingly and commandingly over you, excitement flourishing within you in the anticipation of what he’s about to do to you as he smirks while he angles himself toward your entrance and with a flick of a dark brow, he warns, “Prepare yourself, baby, because I’m not going to go easy on you. I’m going to fucking ruin you because that’s what you deserve for getting me so fucking hard for you, (Y/N).”

 That is all the caution he gives you before, all in one go, he propels his length inside you with a sharp thrust of his hips. You moan as he enters you and he doesn’t stop until he’s fully sheathed within you, his tip just barely missing the cluster of nerves hidden within your center as your mouth parts in an ‘o’ shape.

 Your walls greet him eagerly and envelop him with fervor only to cause him to groan, “Fuck, baby. How are you still this tight after I fucked your little cunt this morning and last night?”

 Lost in the sensation of him buried within you, you can’t find the words to answer him when he starts to impel himself into you without abandon, his irises glazing over in desire as he chases his pleasure. Like this, his bangs hang heavily over him and flit back and forth frenziedly in his ministrations, but you can see his eyes in their entirety now and their darkness seeps straight into your core in the lust that simmers there.

 Captured in his consuming gaze, you notice the way that his irises dip from your own to the neglected breasts that bounce in the jostling movement he wracks on you, heat licking up your spine when you watch the tip of his pink tongue hungrily dart across his lips to wet them. Before you realize what’s happened, his hot mouth is upon one of your mounds, his lips suctioning your tit against him with avid voracity as he leaves a purple petal to blossom there under his ministrations. It joins the myriad of others that he’s left from your previous couplings like brands over your skin and you relish in the new addition that marks you as his.

 “Shit, I love your tits so much. So soft and warm in my mouth. You really do have the most beautiful breasts, baby.” he mutters as you close your eyes at the sensation of him on you, your fingers leaving their own claim on him as you claw your nails down his back while he pounds into you with vigor. He seems to approve with the way that he speeds his movements like the rabbit he reminds of while in some kind of heat. You throw your head back when his velvety lips enclose around your areola, his hot tongue flicking against your pert nipple unrelentingly as you buck underneath him with a weak, broken mewl. The sinful chuckle that erupts from him is felt before it is heard, the deep thrum of the vibrations dripping right through you and straight to your core that clenches around him in response.

 “Please…” You breathe out the only word that can come to mind through the haze of hormones that now cloud your vision.

 When you sink one hand into his locks once more to pull at his hair, he makes a sound of disapproval,  blown irises heating you like a furnace as he focuses his sight on you when he growls, “I’m not done yet, Y/N. I’m going to suck these pretty nipples of yours until they’re  fucking swollen because of me. These,” he blows a warm puff of air against the sensitive areola of your left tit,” are mine. You need to be reminded of that.”

 You whimper at that, his other hand palming at your other breast while he rolls your nipple with practiced ease between his fingers. When he punctuates a particularly acute slam of his hips into you with a long, wetted lick of his tongue in a stripe over your engorged bud, that’s what has your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you wail, his dick hitting your g-spot with precision that tears the sound from your throat in the way that he pairs it with an agonizingly delicious ministration of his tongue.

 He suckles you through it all and when the warmth of his mouth finally leaves you, your breast is freed from him with a ‘pop’ from between his lips and don’t see the way that he’s painted you with his spit, nor the way that he peers longingly at the engorged, abused nipple he’s left in his wake before he’s moving to the other to latch onto your neglected tit like a newborn trying to coax the life-giving essence of milk from you. You cry out when he decides to nip at you, the hand that he’s left on your hip gripping you roughly in effort to keep you in place against his fierce thrusts of his hips inside you.

 Before long, you feel your nipple harden under his ministrations and with a groan, he releases you from his mouth only to rise and watch your freshly marked breasts move laboriously up and down in your strained breaths, the gleam of his spit shining prominently under the dimmed lights in the kitchen. Your neck is arched back and your eyes are screwed shut in the picture of submission as you let him use you for his pleasure while he continues to pound into you with the strength of an ox every single time.

 You feel fingers grasping your chin to urge you to angle your chin downward as he commands, “Look at me, Y/N. When you’re getting fucked by me, you’re going to watch me and keep those pretty eyes on me so you can burn it into that head of yours that there’s only one man who can make you feel this good.”  

 If you weren’t panting before, you surely are now as your body heeds his demand, his words playing you like an instrument as heat coils heavily in your core as you take him in cravingly while he coos, “That’s a good girl. So obedient.”

  He’s leaning above you now, the muscles of his chest flexing and contracting as he rolls his hips piercingly into you to hit just the right spot time and time again, euphoria steadily building each time. His hair, from all of your attention, is mussed and somehow the man bun he’d been sporting before is looser to allow more of his chocolate tresses to frame his face, his lips reddened from lavishing on your breasts. Sweat sluices his skin everywhere, which somehow makes him even more irresistible as you urge him down for another kiss.

 He denies you at first, deciding to smirk cockily as he angles his head and in the movement, you notice the attractive tint of rosiness to his cheeks in the blood that has rushed there through his earlier efforts as he clucks his tongue, “Words, baby. Use that mouth of yours and maybe you’ll get what you want.”

 You whine as he rams into you, your vision jerking upward as you wrack your brain to formulate some kind of response through the sea of lust that resides there now. Somehow, you manage, “I-I want another kiss.”

 His fingers sink deeper into your waist as he prods, “Yeah? Where do you want my mouth, angel?”

 In answer, you take the hand he isn’t holding you with, your digits wrapping around his index finger as you bring it to your mouth to breathe, “Here,” you lower your joined hands in a slow trail down your throat that contradicts the rapid thrusts he impels you with,” here,” you drag his hand through the valley of your breasts until it’s splayed possessively over your stomach, “and here. I want you everywhere, Kookie. Please.”

 Your boyfriend licks his lips as he lowers himself down once more to your level as he husks, “Fuck, the things that you do to me, baby. You’ll get what I decide to give you, yeah?”

 His mouth descends upon you in a French kiss that puts others to shame, his traitorous tongue leaving no part of your mouth untouched and wrapping possessively around your own in a show of dominance that you have no wish to resist. He presses his lips insistently over yours, consuming you in his wet heat that you relinquish your own mouth to. The hand that had been draped along your side before slides along your waist to relish in your contours, his other hand moving behind your head to hold you there as he drinks his fill of you.

 When he breaks for air, you’re breathing heavily and he gives you no time to recover before heavy, lingering kisses are rained down along your jawline and then he’s descending like a stream down the frontal column of your previously marked throat from last night’s exploits with him. He lathers his mouth over you in open-mouthed kisses, his tongue brushing over your sensitive skin while he keen, your back arching up and into him as you press your naked chest against his own to earn a hiss from him while he continues to pound into you relentlessly.

 His name leaves your lips in a stuttered breath, “Jungkook.”

 Your boyfriend croons, “Be good for me and take it, baby. If you do, I’ll let you cum around my cock.”

Your feel your core tighten and clench compactly around him when his mouth trickles down between your breasts, adding a few more hickeys on the way so that there are now entire constellations of his marks in mottled purples and reds all along your body. When he manages to get to your stomach, that’s when he administers a closed-mouthed kiss that is made domineering by the way his irises peer hotly at you before he parts his lips to lick heatedly above the area of your navel as you whimper out.

 With his face inches from your own, you can see the blown out irises that stare hungrily at you, your gaze thirsting to drink him in as the sounds of your coupling fill your ears. With every roll of his hips into you, his balls slap against your pussy mercilessly in combination with the lewd squelches his dick makes as it drives itself into you without pause. 

He rams into you now with the might of ten men, your core tightening around him as he groans in his ministrations. He pulls you into him with the hand that is wrapped around your side, your moans joining his when the hand he’d been holding your head with snakes heavily down your body in a hot trail from your neck and then down to your abdomen before stopping torturously just before your glistening folds. 

 You wrap your fingers around his wrist to urge him where you need him most as you breathe, “C-close, Kookie. I’m almost there. Please, let me cum.”

 Your walls are beginning to tense around him with your impending end and he knows how to play your body like an instrument to get it to sing the tune he wants. He watches you plead with your eyes imploringly at him while he denies you what he knows you want most, instead choosing to plunge himself inside you especially hard to cause you to cry out. There is nothing quite like your pussy, nothing quite like the way that you suck him in and refuse to let him go until you’ve ensured that he has released inside you like an uncontrollable pubescent boy learning how to come for the first time.

 You make him ravenous and in that appetence, the ambrosia that is you is a delicacy he will never grow tired of. So, he indulges in you and lets himself enjoy your sweet depths for as long as he can until you’re screaming nothing but his name in your need to come undone, your thighs trembling from under him as you curl your fingers unyieldingly around his wrist.

 He finally obliges you, his thumb pressing deeply down onto your clit as you wail in pleasure before he’s quickly drawing figure-eight patterns along the bundle of nerves as he pistons in and out of you deliciously. Your walls begin to quiver with your oncoming end and knowing this, your boyfriend stares zealously at you to darkly command, “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Cream all over this cock that you love so much.”

 It takes one final slam of his hips into you to have his cock bury itself so deep inside your pussy that it perfectly presses against your g-spot while his fingers rapidly attend to your clit before your body instinctively heeds his order, spots erupting behind your eyelids as thousands of tiny, warm presses inside your sex signal your orgasm while you throw your head back, your eyes still locked on him as your mouth parts and you shriek his name out for the entire apartment complex to hear as your climax explodes with the intensity of a firecracker within you.

 He groans at that to utter, “That’s right, baby. Let everyone know who has fucked you so good. Tell them all who owns you.”

 Your walls flutter and spasm deliciously around him and your boyfriend grunts at the sensation, loving the way you wrap around him like your pussy was made for this and before he knows it, he’s throbbing and following behind you with his own release as he colors your walls with his creamy seed in violent, energetic bursts.

 “Mine. You’re mine,” he repeats over and over as you both ride out your orgasms.

 You wrap your arms tighter around him to give him a light peck along his jaw as you say, “Yes, Kookie. I’m all yours. I love you so much.”

 He catches his breath as you fondly wipe away the sweat that has collected in beads along his forehead while you tenderly tuck his fringe behind one ear before he earnestly tells you, “I love you more.”

 Sometime later he feeds you the stew he made for you as you moan in delight at the warm trickle of it down your throat while he spoons it to you from your place  on his lap. Your sounds of enjoyment had been quick to get him hard underneath you as you’d knowingly fidgeted in effort to drag your ass over his member that you found yourself longing for once again. Your antics had proven successful in the fervid way he’d eaten you out like a five course meal before you fed him the dessert of your sweet juices before he’d dragged you to the bedroom for round three. 

Hours after that find you both well into the night with the window open so that the moonlight can spill in on the two of you atop your shared bed. You are sure to remind him just how much you love him then when he wakes to find you grinding on top of him as you welcome him once more into your wet warmth that has only and will only ever belong to him.

[sugurizz]

The house is yours

Pairing : Zeke yeager x reader

Rating : explicit

Word count : 2,5k words

Summary : as a broke student, finding an apartment is not easy. But the cute owner decides to help you with it, in a way that you both get to benefit.

Warnings : soft dom! Zeke x sub!fem! reader, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, nipple play, slight spit play, vaginal sex, slight breeding kink, daddy kink

(Credits to the owner. I don't own the fanart)

After months of looking through ads, websites and even newspapers. finding a decent, comfortable and cosy appartment near the university was a dream coming true. After calling the owner and fixing a date to meet toghether and check the place, your roommate wasn't able to make it to the appointment so you had to go there on my own.

Being already anxious for the meeting, you put a pair of black jeans, a grey t-shirt, a hoodie and your white sneakers before taking your backbag and going there.

After ten minutes or so, you were at the spot you agreed to meet at. You couldn't see anyone particular so you got your phone out of your pocket, ready to call the owner again in order to spot him.

It was then when you saw a tall, broad and handsome man- probably in his late twenties- picking his ringing phone from the pocket of his elegant beige trench coat.

A black turtleneck hugging his visibly muscular chest and arms left your mouth nearly open. That's definitely him - you thought to yourself - feeling your face already heating up, you swallowed hardly, prayed that you weren't really blushing,  took your courage and crossed the road walking towards the little coffee shop he was standing next to.

Standing directly in front of him didn't help at all. You were so overwehlmed by him. and to be frank, you didn't really know where to look. His whole presence was doing things to you, is it His charming glance? his icy grey eyes, ornamented with a set of thick blonde lashes shinig softly in the feeble sunlight? Or is it those silky soft blonde locks, joined in a nice haircut making his enchanting appearence even more perfect and complete?

"Hello, I assume you're the new renter. Very nice to meet you. I'm zeke yeager ."

"Likewise, pleased to meet you mr yeager. I'm y/n ".

You tried your best to keep calm and professional by greeting him. But the trembling handshake you gave him was showing the complete opposite.

"Shall we go see the appartment ? This way please."

Were you too infatuated by such grace? Or is he really such a sweet, soft and courteous gentleman? You couldn't really tell.

You took a quick glance at his gorgeous profile side. And you completely wished you could take a screenshot with your eyes. His prominent cheekbones added to his manly features. And his fine silver glasses gave him that elegant intellectual aura.

The silence was broken by a deep, gentle :" so.. you're both students.. right?"

" yes. good thing the house is around 10 minutes from the university. That should save us plenty of time ."

" glad to hear that, I actually studied there for more than 6 years, that was before I finally graduated and decided to move to (city name) ."

" I see. May I ask.. why did you move? " you demanded.

" haha don't worry. It hasn't to do with the apartment. It's just that.. You can say I'm an adventurous man." He answered with a bright smile.

" right. I guess it's always tempting to move and see something new..."

You never thought a conversation with a total stranger could be this smooth, warm and relaxing. It unexpectedly didn't feel like a forced out, awkward smalltalk at all. But more like a nice and slow getting to know each other.

"We're finally here." He opened the building's door, Letting you inside and pressed the elevator button.

" I see you like the place already.." He affirmed, a soft smile graced his features, leaving you bewitched.

"Y-yes .. it's pretty welcoming." You added.

Getting out of the elevator, the cute owner took the apartement keys out, opening the door and letting you in.

After checking all the house's functionalities and facilities and discussing the period of your rent. You were ready to pay the first month of the stay until you got surprised by the deposit price. You were so shocked that you had to pay around two thousand five hundrend dollars along with the actual rent.

" I'm not sure we can actually afford that.. " I said, feeling somehow disappointed and lost.

" I know, a lot of people complain about the deposit price. I wish I could make an exeption but the price is fixed by the building's owner. He has the majority of control over that."

" and.. I guess it can't be payed in installments. can it ?"

" i'm afraid not." He retorted, quite concerned by your defeated aura.

" that's really infortunate. I was looking forward to settle here. But anyway, it was good getting to know you mr Yeager."

Hiding your frustration, you were ready to leave when his calm, reassuring voice stopped you . " maybe , we can help each other out after all..."

You turned back, looking for a further explanation when he carried on :" I can get to pay the deposit for you. And you'll have to give me a service in return.."

"okay.. and the service is ...? " you asked, being both curious and excited.

The blonde walked to the door and locked it, his silver eyes never leaving yours.

"Mr yeager..."

" Oh can we stop with the formalities now little one. If we finally agree to make a deal we should get more familiar to each other. Shouldn't we ?" He let out in a deep virile voice, causing your heart to throb numerous times.

Walking closer towards you, he stood and leaned over, whispering in your ear : " If I said I'm feeling sad and lonely today, Would you agree to entertain me ?"

He was so close you could barely register his request. Close enough to notice his irises fixed on yours, staring at your soul and then travelling a little downwards, presumably staring at your lips. You were ready to explode when his big hand landed on your chin, long slender fingers carressing it and driving you so crazy you started babbling some nearly inaudible nonsense.

" i mean.. I.I could ... I don't know.. I-"

" shh, no need to get confused, I'm here with you". a calloused thumb landed on your lips, caressing them with a gentle yet insisting motion.

Your mind shut down, leaving you comptelely blank. God, you got lost in his eyes again. You kept staring like an idiot, letting his thumb make its way through your lips and next thing you knew you were feeling his finger on your sensitive tongue. You never did this before. But why did it feel so natural with him ? Why didn't you resist at all ? How did you agree to this ?  Questions kept bringing on other questions inside your crushed mind. The betraying heat kept rising to your cheeks by the minute, and you couldn't control your intense breathing anymore.

You felt like a fragile leaf caught in a storm. Your consciousness stopped reacting when his face started closing up to yours.

" I believe we got ourselves a deal then? "

" i.. I mean-"

The blonde's delicious lips crushed on yours in a swift motion, his huge hands left to pull you closer pushing you against his large warm chest and making you feel so small and helpless.

It didn't take long for you to feel his soft warm tongue playing with yours. His refreshing minty breath was mixed with a faint hint of cigarette. You couldn't help but enlace your arms around his neck, trying to regain some balance. The sloppy wet kiss  you shared ended with your mouths parting in a wet noise, a glistening string of saliva connecting his dark red tongue to yours, Leaving you breathless.

"You're rather shy and blushy princess... I like it." Zeke leaned close to your sensitive neck, started peppering kisses from your cheeks down your neck and all around your clavicle . His warm breath on your exposed chest made you shiver, feeling your wetness already pooling between your legs. You started rubbing your thighs toghether in a search for some relief. The sudden thought of the rent crossed your mind again.

" Zeke .."

" yes sweetheart, say my name "

" what about the rent ... what should I do now ?"

"little pumpkin is still afraid." You trembled when he leaned over to lick your earlobe before carrying " consider this house yours, princess " .

You couldn't hide your relief after hearing his words. You looked back at him, the perfect pale skin of his cheeks turned into a lovely shade of pink. His cute ears were so red you thought they were about to blow off. His glasses were threatening to fall off the cute tip of his sharp nose. And you felt so proud seeing the mess you left at his golden strands. Some of them falling sexily on his eyes.

" I need this off" he tugged at your shirt , raising your arms gently and sliding it up your shivering body. It was so embarrassing you instantly hid your face. Letting out some insatisfied whines.

"gorgeous" he lets out, eyes contemplating your breasts, still hidden behind your bra. Still closing your eyes, you felt yourself being lifted in a bridal style. Zeke's strong arms placed you on the comfy couch of the living room. He stood up and took of his coat, throwing it away. His black pullover was next, revealing his toned chest, shredded abs and prominent V line . You wished you could keep this addictive view in yout mind forever. His godly body hovered around you like a shield. You leaned back , staring at the enchanting male before you, unbuckling his belt.

You were probabely too distracted by his beauty to notice the huge tent that was forming in his pants. His hand reached beneath his boxers, freeing his massive cock from it's confinements.

" like what you see ?" He winked at you, leaving you speaking gibberish again.

" zeke...it- it's not gonna .."

He cut you out, taking off your jeans in a quick move, leaving you in your black laced panties. " already soaked aren't we? What kind of a slut gets her pussy that wet just from a damn kiss?"

He rubbed his fingers against your clothed cunt before swiping your panties to the side. your clit was swollen and flushed, desperate for attention. The handsome male leaned until he faced your pussy. He spread your legs even wider, adding to your growing embarassment.

" goshh, look at how much slick is between your pussy lips,..filthy.." he slid his fingers between them.

Never leaving your innocent eyes, he puckered his lips, opened his mouth and spat on your naked pussy. You nearly passed out when he started french kissing it. Looking at it with such hunger and lust, he slid his longue tongue in your fluttering hole, driving his index and middle fingers in the process. His thick and now wet beard felt so good stinging your plush thighs.

" zeke ahhh, wait... omg zeke it feels.. Ahhhh " your moans started getting louder and louder. 

"Whine for me baby.."

His experienced fingers massaged your spongey insides, hitting spots you never knew your pussy had. You were drooling like a dumb baby, eyes rolling to the back of your head and breath hitching in your breast.

"Zeeeeke.. uh- i'm ahh i'm gonna cum, it feels so good... so good i'm cumming .."

"Yes baby, cream on my fucking tongue."

It wasn't long until you released all over his hand, his tongue was painted with cum. He shamelessly swallowed it, licking his fingers passionately as if he was tasting an elixir. He leaned to kiss you again, cum and drool still running down his messy beard. Its cute hairs tickling your cheeks and chin made you chuckle.

He took your dripping panties away, threw them somewhere across the room and slid his hands below your back, unclasping your bra.

" I need to take it off, but I really do like the cute ribbons though..." he complimented your cute bra.

" t-thank youu.." the shyness creeped inside you again. But it was replaced with surprise when he buried his head deep between your breasts like a starving baby. growling and grunting, the vibrations sent shivers down your spine. He kept lapping at them, looking at you with burning lust, taking a nipple between his teeth and flicking the other under his fingerpads.

"Are you ready, sweet pie? Wanna take my cock for me ?"

"Y-yes"

"Yes who ?"

"Yes daddy ."

"It's daddy from now on, little one"

Feeling yourself , yu bent over for him, giving him a perfect view of your bare cunt.

" hurry daddy, I can't wait anymore..."

"As you wish, princess"

Within seconds, you felt his hands settling on your hips, his firm cock sliding slowly past your hungry hole.

" it hurtss, daddy .. it hurts..."

" shh, it's ok princess, you're too tense.. relax for daddy.."

The pain suddenly turned into a pure bliss as he bottomed down, making you moan his name like a lullaby.

"I'm going to move baby.." he said, cupping your cheek in his soft palms. 

His cock was ramming inside you so deliciously you felt your drool dribbling again, his strong silhouette leaning on you, hugging you with one arm and caressing your stomach with the other. Seeing his bulge through your tummy, you felt so full and loved by him.

" look baby, look how deep i'm inside you"

" please cum inside me daddy, I want it pumping in my stomach ."

your words sent him to the edge; hitched breath, loud growls and harsh slaps landing on your ass. It felt so good your tears started gushing along your face.

" hnnghhh wanna take ... fuck ahhh .. take daddy's seed inside you ? Tell me slut " he squeezed your face between his large fingers, earning a whine from you.

" mmhmmm ... ahhhh"

" use your words when you talk to me"

" I want your cum deep inside me, daddy"

His thrusts became hysteric, making you shake. both of you moaning loudly, not caring about anybody hearing.

"Ahhhnghhh shiiiit , fuck yeaaah" the golden daddy came in thick white strings inside you. Shoving it all up your womb. You give up, letting your orgasm wash over you in a shameless moan. All your juices mixed with his sticky huge load, starting to spill from your greedy cunt.

Unable to move anymore, you collapsed on the couch. Trembling and breathing heavily. Zeke doing the same, he went to catch his neglected coat and wrapped it around your naked body, along with his strong arms around you, nuzzling his head in your neck.

" I guess having an expensive rent has its perks after all". He teased, laying a soft gentle kiss on your forehead.

" yup, you get to have a daddy for free". You whispered.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

It’s Always Been You ~ 149

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,820ish

Summary: Y/N sacrificed herself to end it all. But is she really dead?

Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

Once the blinding white light subsided, the heroes all looked around as the enemy quickly turned to dust. Strange let Tony go from his magic hold, the two men watching Y/N collapse onto the ground.

“Y/N!!” Tony cried, rushing over to his wife. As he lifted her up to cradle her in his arms, he noticed the Stones were still seared into her arm and blood was trickling out of her nose and ears. “Honey, come on.”

Steve was the next to notice the scene. “No!” He exclaimed as he ran over, causing others to see as well. “Y/N!” He fell to his knees beside the couple. Tears ran down both mens faces, creating pathways through the dirt and grime covering them.

“She’s not breathing….”

“What?” Bucky gasped, suddenly appearing near them.

“She’s not breathing…” Tony rocked back and forth, Y/N held close. “Don’t do this… please… I can’t— You can’t—“ He sobbed into the base of her limp neck as he clung to her and begged.

Clint was the first to get down on one knee in respect, the other heroes slowly following. Some bowed their heads, others shed tears, but they all felt an immense amount of pain and sorrow. Their hearts cracked a little more each time they heard a sob, whimper, or sniffle from one of the three men that loved Y/N the most.

With a hand on Steve’s shoulder, Bucky collapsed next to his friend. “No…” he cried. “Doll…”

~~~

“Mom!” The boy’s voice was worried. It sounded like it was underwater. “Mom! Wake up!” She groaned as someone began shaking her, still not opening her eyes. “Come on, mom! You did it! Wake up!”

“W-what…?” She rasped. She slowly blinked, trying to get her eyes used to the light and the orange tint around her. When her eyes finally focused on the boy leaned over her, she gasped. “AJ?”

“Hey, mom,” he smiled.

“Where…” Y/N pushed herself up, with AJ’s help. She studied her surroundings. She was at the cabin, laying on the grass. But it wasn’t the cabin. “How did I—“

“You used the Stones. You did it, mom.”

“I did it,” she breathed out.

“Now you have a choice,” the Ancient One’s voice said. AJ and Y/N turned their heads to see Phil, Natasha, and the Ancient One standing there.

“Phil, Natasha?”

“Hey, Y/N,” she greeted. “You did good.”

“You did,” the Ancient One agreed. “And now the Stones have given you a choice.”

AJ helped Y/N to her feet. “What kind of choice?” She asked.

“Whether to stay here or go back… there are consequences, good and bad for either choice.”

“I can’t make that call,” she shook her head. “I have family—children on either side of that equation. Why are they giving me a choice?”

“Because your journey is not over with the Stones, but they want it to be up to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you choose to go back, you will be granted certain abilities. That you will not need the Stones to use. You will not be as powerful as you are when you channel all the Stones, but you will still be very powerful.”

“And if I stay?”

“Your daughter would lose her mother and your husband, his wife. The whole team would be affected. But, there are many significant events that would still play out. They will just be harder—longer, without your help.”

“Mom,” AJ tugged on her hand, turning Y/N’s attention to him. “If you’re worried about me, I’ll be fine. I have Uncle Phil, Auntie Nat, Grandma and Grandpa Rogers and Stark!”

“Stark? Like… Howard?”

“Yes.” The boy nodded. “He didn’t want to be here just incase he could be a distraction. Said something like you always had a thing for Starks.”

Y/N laughed. “He wishes.” She took a deep breath and looked around. This would be a hard decision either way, but she knew what she had to do. She looked at her son before looking back at the Ancient One. “How much time do I have?”

“You have until they take the Stones back,” the Ancient One responded.

“Okay,” she nodded. Y/N gazed down at her son, grabbing his hand. “How about we go for a walk AJ?”

~~~

“Tony,” Rhodey gently called, coming to a stop a foot or to away from the three men. “We need to get her to a hospital. Or home.”

The man shook his head. “I’m not letting go of her,” Tony replied. “And I— I can’t… Morgan needs her mother.”

“She also needs her father.”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter called, coming up beside Rhodey. It was clear that he had been crying as well. “You don’t have to let her go… you—you can carry her the whole way.”

“They have a point, Tony,” Steve agreed through the tears. “We need to get her and the Stones out of the open, just in case.”

“They asked too much of her,” Tony mumbled as he continued to rock. “Too damn much…”

Steve stood up and walked around to help Tony stand, Bucky joining him. Tony didn’t resist, standing and fixing Y/N’s position in his arms. The other heroes watched, their hearts breaking further as they realized how limp Y/N truly was. But upon further observation, Wanda noticed something.

“She’s being preserved,” she whispered.

“What was that Wanda?” Clint asked, standing beside her.

“She’s dead, but she’s being preserved. Her coloring is too normal.”

“Are you saying there’s a chance we could bring her back?” Sam asked, joining them.

“Not we,” Wanda shook her head. Her eyes were glued to Y/N as she was carried away. “It’s all her… it’s all up to her…”

~~~

AJ lead Y/N around, talking her here off about anything and everything. And she was enjoying every minute of it. Eventually, the two came to a stop at the edge of the pier. They sat down, letting their feet touch the water.

“AJ… You know I love you, right?” Y/N nervously said.

“Yes,” he answered with confidence.

“And that I would never want to leave you?”

“Mom,” AJ looked at her, firmly, “you need to go. Morgan, Dad, Uncle Steve, and Uncle Bucky need you more than I do. I’ll be fine.”

“Uncle Bucky?” Y/N chuckled.

“He’ll be okay, mom. He will… Bucky understands that he kept you waiting too long, too many times.”

She pulled the boy into her side, kissing the top of his head. “You’re so much stronger and wiser than me… I love you. So very much.”

AJ hugged his mother. “I love you too.” 

~~~

Happy and Pepper immediately sensed that something was wrong when the quinjet landed and Rhodey was the first one out. He walked to the house and simply asked them to keep Morgan away from any of the windows and the garage. They didn’t question it, already knowing they weren’t ready for any answers that may come.

Rhodey went straight to the garage, Bucky and Steve joining him. They cleared off desks and tables, putting them together. Steve grabbed blankets and a pillow, laying them out on the large table they created. FRIDAY then informed Tony that he was clear to bring Y/N in. Bruce was with him as Tony carried Y/N in, having noticed how much the man was trembling. Bruce was scared that he’d have to carry two bodies in.

Tony gently laid Y/N on the table. He began pulling a blanket up to her chest, pausing when he noticed the Stones still seared into his wife’s arm. He clenched his teeth and let out an angry, grief-filled cry. Tony raised his hand had shot around the room, everyone having to duck.

“Tony!” / “Shit!” / “Woah!”

“Tony, you need to—“

“Daddy?”

Everyone froze at the little voice. Tony was breathing heavily  as he clenched his eyes closed, unable to turn himself around and face his daughter. Morgan was being held by Happy, clinging to his neck as she stared at Tony’s back. The others quickly moved so that Y/N’s body was blocked from Morgan’s view.

“Get her out of here, Hap,” Rhodey ordered. “We’ll all be in soon.”

“No, Daddy,” Morgan pushed. “Where’s mom?”

Tears cascaded down Tony’s cheeks as he thought about having to tell his daughter that she had lost both her auntie Nat and her mother in the same day. Steve, trying to hold strong, quickly took control of the situation.

“How about we going inside, Mo?” Steve suggested, stepping up. He was still all dirty from the battle. “I’ll hurry and clean up while you and Pepper get dinner situated. I’ll come join you after.”

“But dad—“

“You’re dad… He just needs a moment. Okay? He’ll be in soon too.”

Though a bit hesitant to, Morgan agreed. Steve let out a sigh a relieve before following Happy back inside. He couldn’t fall apart, not when Tony and Morgan needed him. 

“You should get out of the suit, Tony,” Rhodey said. “Get cleaned up.”

“I…” Tony spoke quietly, still not opening his eyes. “I can’t tell her… I can’t bare to see her face about Nat. I can’t imagine telling her about—about Y/N…”

“You won’t have to do it alone.” Rhodey set a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up."

~~~

“You shouldn’t have done what you did,” Y/N told Natasha as they walked allow the edge of the lake together.

“If I hadn’t, we wouldn’t have gotten everything back,” she responded. “It was worth it.”

“As long as you believe so… Morgan will be devastated, so will the Bartons.”

“They’ll mourn, you all will. But it will make you all stronger. Individually and together.”

Y/N grabbed Nat’s hand and stopped her. “You are the sister I always wanted. You were always there for me, basically since I left the ice. Thank you.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Natasha wrapped Y/N up, pulling her close. “Thank you.”

“I’ll keep your memory alive.”

“You better. And I’ll keep an eye on AJ. He’s a great kid.”

“I know… I only wish that I had more to do with that."

~~~

Everything around him was muted. Color, light, sound. Everything, as Tony finished dressing himself after his shower. He didn’t want to believe it—he couldn’t. Y/N could not be gone. Not his wife… After everything they had survived—she had survived. How was he now suppose to go on without her? How was he suppose to help his daughter do the same?

A soft knock sounded on the bedroom door, before Pepper peeked her head in.

“Tony?” She called. “I’m just checking in on you. Do you need anything?”

“Where’s Morgan?” Tony’s horse voice was quiet as exited the bathroom.

“Downstairs with Steve, Bruce, Happy, and Rhodey. They’re putting dinner together.”

“Where’d Barnes go?”

The redhead sighed. “He won’t leave Y/N’s side.” Tony inhaled sharply as his eyes closed. “Tony…” Pepper slowly made his way over to him. “What do you want to do?”

“I want… I want my wife back… I want Morgan to have her mother…” A tear slipped through his closed eyes. “And I— I would do anything to trade her places…”

“I wish that I could bring her back, I really do, Tony. And I know that you need time to grief, but Morgan needs her father. She’s confused and those men downstairs keep staring at her with pity. She’s smart and has started questioning it.” Pepper moved so that she was standing in front of Tony. “Just go down and hold her.”

“I need to see Y/N first.”

“Okay. Let’s go then."

~~~

“Why must we always say goodbye?” Y/N asked Coulson as they sat on the steps of the cabin.

“I don’t know,” Phil answered. “But it seems like we always say hello again.”

“It does,” she nodded. “Thank you for taking care of AJ.”

“He’s a good kid. Though, too much like you and Tony.” He chuckled. “Always finding some way to get into trouble.”

“And you’re always there to help get him out of it, I’m sure.” Y/N laughed. “Some things never change.” She sighed as she moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder. “Are the others okay?”

“They’re great… they miss us though, that much is clear.”

“I miss them too.”

“I check on them every once and awhile. They’ve all gone on their separate ways, but they’re still a team. They’re still our team.”

“Always.”

~~~

Bucky couldn’t bare to leave Y/N’s side. Not like this. Never like this. It wasn’t suppose to be her. She had a daughter, a husband. For a few moments, he let himself hold her hand and cry. But then be decided to put himself to use. Bucky found a few towels and wet them. Gently, he cleaned off any skin he could see, being extremely careful around the Stones still imbedded in her arm.

He then brushed her hair out. Bucky couldn’t stand the thought of Morgan seeing her mother untidy. Tony entered the room not too long later. The men stayed on opposite sides, focusing on the woman in the middle.

“I forgive you,” Tony said quietly. Bucky’s head snapped up to look at Stark, who was still focused on Y/N.

“Wh-what?” Bucky stammered. “H-how… I… I killed your parents…”

“Trust me. I tried to hold it against you, and Steve for keeping the secret… But… Y/N… she never held it against you. Even though it was Howard. She never did.”

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

“Don’t say that too loud. Y/N might come back and smack some sense into you…”

“I wish she would… She, uh… we ran into each other before the fight… I know that it was always going to be you. You’re good for her.”

Tony scoffed. “No I’m not. She’s too good for me.”

“That might be true,” Bucky nodded. “Your, uh, your daughter… she’s pretty.”

“She is. You know, Barnes, we don’t have to make small talk. We can just sit here and wish for her to wake up, together.”

“Good, cause I was running out of things to say.” Tony sat down. “Thank you though… for forgiving me… I’m still working on forgiving myself for it all…”

“You’re welcome.”

~~~

Coulson, Natasha, AJ, the Ancient One, and Y/N were all gathered together in front of the cabin.

“I guess this is it then,” Y/N said, nodding as she tried not to cry. “I don’t want to have to say good-bye to y’all again.”

“It’s not good-bye, mom,” AJ smiled. “We’ll see each other again.”

“You’re right… you’re always right. I love you, my son. I’ll see you—“

“You think you can leave without me actually making an appearance?” A voice came from behind Y/N.

She gasped, slowly turning around. “Howard?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he stepped forward. He was young, the Howard that Y/N was most used to. “Seems like my favorite Rogers is still getting into trouble.”

“Always.” They stared at each other for a moment before Y/N brought him into a hug. “Oh, Howard.”

“I remember,” he whispered. “I died and it all came back to me.”

“What?” She pulled away slightly.

“You erased my memory when you appeared in 1970. After I had talked to Tony.”

“You know.”

“I do. Way to not lie to me. You wouldn’t have met Tony without me, for multiple reasons. And I did end up knowing him.”

“I couldn’t lie to you. I just couldn’t tell you the truth either.”

“I understand. I guess I’ll let you go back now. Tony and Morgan need you.”

“Yeah… they do.”

“Can you… uh… can you tell Tony how proud I am of him?”

“Of course.”

Howard leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her cheek. He smiled before he turned around and headed over to a woman standing near a tree not too far off. Y/N knew that must’ve been Maria. She waved, Maria waving back.

“Okay…” Y/N breathed out. “It’s time…”

~~~

“How is she?” Wanda asked, coming into the garage.

“How do you think, Maximoff?” Tony responded, annoyed. “She’s dead.”

“No she’s not.” Both me sat up straighter and looked at Wanda.

“What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t either of you noticed how her body isn’t acting out a normal dead body would?”

The two men shared a look before focusing back on Wanda. “No,” Bucky replied. “We haven’t.”

“Well, the Stones are—“

Y/N gasped, head lurching up before coming back down to the table again. She coughed as she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

“Y/N!” The men exclaimed.

“And just when I was beginning to explain it all,” Wanda mumbled.

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[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Miss Americana (Part 3)

Summary: The reader recovers from her second dose of Compound V and explores her stronger abilities with Dean. But the events of a fun night out might give Miss Americana and Soldier Boy an unlikely ally...

Masterlist

Pairing: Soldier Boy!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,900ish

Warnings: language, implied past torture/assault/killings

A/N: Enjoy this final part! This contains very minor spoilers for The Boys...

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“Let me hide this stuff and I’ll be back in five, okay?” he asked. You nodded, Dean cupping your cheek before he was gone. It was barely a minute before he was returning, wearing sweats and a henley, a box under his arm. “Brownies from the bakery down the block.”

“I thought you liked pie.”

“I do. But you like brownies,” he said. “Something to look forward to after you spend the night shaking and sweating.”

“Lovely,” you said. He sat down beside you, urging you to lean into him. He tucked a blanket over your legs, watching the fire crackle. “I don’t think I mind if you’re a monster.”

“I can be pretty horrible.”

“You’re not horrible to me. You’ve never been that way. Even if your first instinct was to try to manipulate me you decided not to.”

“I hate most people. Think they’re worthless. Only care about myself.”

“So? I told you when we met...I’m the nice bad guy. I frankly don’t give a fuck anymore about being the pushover, the one that gets hurt. I just want to never be afraid again.”

“We never have to be afraid after tonight. Never,” he said. “You’ll be stronger than Homelander. Stronger than me. You’ll be safe.”

“For a bad guy, you were awfully nice giving me that dose with no strings attached.”

“There’s no strings,” he said. He stroked your arm when you shivered. 

“Partners?” you asked. He leaned down, kissing you more gently than he ever had. No need behind it.

“I like partners,” he said. He was warm as you started to feel cool, Dean drawing shapes on your bare skin. “I had a little brother.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“He got sick right after I shipped out. Died the morning I got my first dose of Compound V. Only reason I volunteered for the shot. They said volunteers got special benefits. I wanted my brother to get to a good hospital and proper care and he was already dead by the time I got my shot. Then uh, then some of us started dying cause they didn’t know dosages or shit. I thought at least Sam’s gonna be okay. Then I spent three days wishing it would kill me so I could be with him instead of having been away for the last year of his life. But I didn’t die. I was the only one. Then they gave me more and...I guess I enjoyed becoming the super soldier over grieving. Then it goes to your head and changes you and...Sammy wouldn’t even recognize me now. At least I know I’m not going to the same place he wound up so he won’t have to see.”

“What was that like, being honest just now,” you asked, goosebumps covering your skin. You bundled into him more, Dean pulling up the blanket.

“I miss Sammy. I haven’t thought about him in years. I hope the kid’s happy wherever he is.”

“Maybe you’ll see him again someday,” you said. You shook, sweat forming all over you, muscles aching. You turned, unable to get comfortable. “How long does this last?”

“About six hours. Then I passed out and when I woke up it was over.”

“Awesome.” You gripped the blanket tight, Dean massaging your tense shoulders. “Tell me more about Sammy. Please.”

“He absolutely hated being called Samuel,” said Dean with a chuckle. “So naturally I did it all the time when we were kids.”

“Keep going,” you said, stomach churning briefly. “Distract me.”

“Let me tell you about the time we jumped off the shed roof.”

You were in sweaty clothes when you woke, lifting your head off Dean’s chest to find him passed out and snoring lightly. You sat up, shaking out your head. Something was different. You stood, deciding to test out flying first. You yelped when you nearly hit the ceiling, freezing and plopping straight down onto the couch and Dean.

He groaned awake, peeling open his eyes to find you hovering above him.

“Sweetheart I’m all for a little rough in the bedroom but not a full body tackle awake,” he said. You moved to the side, the motion second nature quickly but it required much less effort than before. You looked around, nothing in the room heavy enough to test your strength. Dean sat up, smirking as he looked at you. “Wanna arm wrestle?”

“Yes!” you said, Dean chuckling, groggily taking a seat at the counter. You stood on the other side of the island, Dean clasping your hand.

“Let’s go,” he said. You squeezed, Dean keeping up with you for a good few seconds before he started to go down fast. You heard the counter creek and then it was breaking, Dean backing up. 

“Uh,” you said. 

“Don’t worry about it. What do you expect when you got supes in the place? But you, you’re stronger. Stronger than me,” he said. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Very good. I um, I’d like to go fly. I think I might be faster.”

“Go for it. I’ll call someone to get this fixed. Just be careful. Try not to fly into any planes.”

“I’ll do my best, Soldier Boy.”

“Again?” asked Dean that night. You flew up high and smiled, Dean letting go of you, free falling a few seconds before you dove down and caught him. He giggled and you flew higher, Dean jumping off. You could heard him laughing and went down, something hitting you on the way. You threw a punch and arms released you, Dean holding on tight when you finally caught up with him. You both looked up and glared, a cape and pair of red eyes looking down. “You do realize the fall won’t kill me.”

“Probably not. But it’d be fun to try,” said Homelander. He floated down to your level, your arm tight around Dean’s waist. “Oh relax. I won’t touch your boy toy again.”

“I thought I said to stay the fuck away from us,” you growled.

“I just thought you’d like to know that Soldier Boy’s internal file will be released to the major news outlets tomorrow. Did you know-”

You grabbed his neck with your free hand, squeezing hard, Homelander pawing at your wrist.

“Any good reasons why I shouldn’t kill him?” you asked Dean.

“None come to mind,” said Dean, Homelander’s eyes red but fading as he choked for air.

“Feel free to speak up,” you said, gripping his neck even tighter. 

“Stop,” said a voice, the three of you turning towards a small drone hovering close by. “Let him go.”

“He tried to kill Soldier Boy,” you said, holding on tight. You didn’t even see the drone shoot out the darts, the three of you hit. You instantly dropped Homelander, flying down to the roof of Vought as soon as you could, Dean out cold already and you quickly joining him.

You woke up on the couch in Edgar’s office, no sign of Dean or Homelander. Everything felt off still as you sat up, Mr. Edgar suddenly sitting on the edge of the coffee table.

“Are you alright?”

“No,” you groaned, stretching out. “What the hell was that?”

“If you’re going to act like children, we’ll treat you like them.”

“Dean and I were having fun, minding our own business-”

“Dean and you stole Compound V for your own benefit. I thought you were going to be more understanding of this arrangement.”

“I have to be stronger than Homelander and now I am. We didn’t hurt anybody to get it. You people let him do whatever the fuck he wanted so get off your high horse.”

“We understand. But you can’t kill him.”

“Why the fuck not.”

“He brings value in, even not as part of the Seven. Miss Americana and Soldier Boy can take over the leadership roles and Homelander is to be left alone.”

“He wants to kill-”

“I said to leave it be.” You stood, glaring down at him. “If an incident like this occurs again, there will be consequences. Dismissed.”

“Gonna throw us back in a hole? That’s kinda your thing isn’t it.”

“We know how to deal with problem children, even supe ones,” he said, standing up. “Back off before all three of you are worth more dead than alive. Don’t make me dismiss you again.”

You stormed out, slamming the door after you, not bothering to look back when you heard the wood splinter. You went straight to Dean’s apartment, Dean unscathed inside. But Homelander standing there, neither of them actively trying to kill the other, that was more than enough to forget your anger for the moment.

“You okay?” asked Dean, stepping over to grab your hand. You hummed, looking Homelander up and down. “You got the same message we did I’m guessing.”

“Behave or we’re all fucked. Yeah. Why the hell is he here?”

“We were spoken to at the same time. While he’s still a psycho and has some major fucked up issues, he has a different idea,” said Dean. 

“Said the mass murderer.” Homelander rolled his eyes. “We all want to be in charge of the Seven. Be the best.”

“You shoved your hand down my pants,” you growled.

“True. But enemies can work together when they have a larger, common enemy, hm?”

“Edgar,” said Dean. “He wants to wipe out Edgar. Ashley is the next logical choice and we can control her. She wouldn’t do jack shit to us.”

“Remove Edgar from the equation and we can all get along. Maybe form a little, trio, best of the best. Still part of the Seven but top dogs. Vought would eat that shit up. Behind the scenes you two fuck or whatever it is you do. Publicly, we’re the strongest go America team there ever was. The soldier from a simpler time, the soldier who fought the terrorists and defend her country, and the everyday man who protects his fellow citizens. All walks of life, all the basis covered. Between the three of us our numbers are sky high in every single demographic.”

“What’s to stop us from killing each other after Edgar is out of the picture,” you said.

“You’re strong enough to kill me. But your little boyfriend can’t fly. You come after me, I’ll drop him in the ocean. Leave me alone, I leave you two alone and we all win,” said Homelander. “Deal?”

“What do you think?” you asked Dean. 

“Lesser of two evils. I think,” said Dean. “I say we give it a chance to see if we can get Edgar out.”

“Fine. We can discuss this more tomorrow. Oh and Homelander. I ever catch you in my or Dean’s apartment again, I’ll snap your neck. Deal or no deal.”

“If you were only a little more twisted we could have had something,” he said. He nodded and left, Dean letting out a deep breath when he was gone. 

“Y/N,” said Dean. You hummed, wrapping your arms around him. “Thanks. For catching me earlier.”

“I’m sure you would have been fine.”

“Probably but I don’t want to test that theory out. If he dropped me in the ocean...I still need to breathe. We have to play nice.”

“We will. Until we don’t have to,” you said. He smirked, kissing your lips. “He tried to kill you. Now I hate him even more. As soon as we can, he’s gone.”

“That’s my girl,” he grinned.

“Yes I am and you, you’re my Soldier Boy. We’re going to own this place, very, very soon.”

“Damn straight we are sweetheart. Just a little bit longer and then we can do whatever we want to. Promise.”

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Beginnings

Chapter Ten of Home

Atsumu x fem reader, Suna x fem reader, Hinata x fem reader

Summary: a glance back

Warnings: some NSFW elements in this chapter

AN / so it looks like the chapters are going to be shorter than before but that’s just because I can only keep my energy up for so long. I really do enjoy writing but it’s easier for me to write smaller chapters rather than like before. Also I know Suna hasn’t been as present I promise we will be getting more of him soon! UNEDITED SORRY

Part Nine: Closure

You collapsed onto your bed immediately after getting home from lunch with Atsumu and you haven’t moved for at least half an hour. Emotionally you were exhausted. Seeing him and thinking about him still caused a pang in your chest but that reunion was needed. You needed to start moving past him, that much you decided. He was your first love and he wounded you in a way that may never fully heal but now there’s two amazing guys trying to help you move forward.

You let a long grown rubbing your hands over your face. This were complicated enough when you were still coming to terms with your felling with Hinata. God he must be wondering what the hell is going with you leaving with his teammate. Maybe Bokuto and Sakusa have already started filling in the blanks for him. You could see those idiots snickering to themselves when you had encountered the group earlier. A soft smile graced your lips thinking of those two. You missed those two, and their constant bickering. You had become close to the the team over the years. Having hosted several victory parties at your and Atsumu’s shared home.

A small tear slipped down your cheek running down your face as you lay staring at the ceiling. Just another thing you had lost because of the setter. You released the breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Shaking that thought from your mind it did no good to dwell on those things now. Thinking back to your favorite orange haired man you felt slightly nervous about having to explain everything to him. Sho is nowhere near as dumb as most think ,yes he tends to get a little over excited missing some details but he’s really quite clever, so he’s probably figured out most things. It’s not like he wasn’t aware of your past you had spilled that too him a lot quicker than you had planned. You can remember that moment clearly. It was the moment your feelings for Hinata had first started becoming deeper than you had intended, even though you denied them for a lot longer.

You stretched sitting up the soft cotton sheets falling your lap as you yawned searching searching the room for the familiar sight of Shoyo’s bright orange hair. You rose your brow at the lack of his presence. The small apartment was silent. Which made you draw the conclusion that he was not here, he’s to rambunctious to be home and not make any noise not that you minded. You had a clue where he could probably be and your suspicions were confirmed as you heard him enter through the front door. It surprised you the first morning it had happened but by now you are used to Hinata going for morning runs.

He stood in the door smile spreading across his face upon seeing you awake in this bed wearing only one of his old game shirts from Brazil. Your hair still a mess and the purple marks he left last night peaking out from the collar of the crew neck. It was certainly an amazing sight for him to come back to. He leaned against the door frame lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe some sweat from his face. Now it was your turn to appreciate the view. His abs and delicious v coming into sight. Grazing your eyes down to his workout shorts that fit nice and snug against his defined thighs. God his thighs were a blessing in and of themselves. After your quick glance you look back up to the eyes of the man in front of you.

“You know I’ll never understand how you can have the energy to go running in the morning after the nights we have,” you chuckle.

A wide grin sneaks his way to his face “ sorry I’m not the one who can barely walk in the morning,” he winks.

Your jaw drops at his cheeky comment. “ oh yeah we’ll have to change that,” you state smug unsure where all of this confidence came from. Although you weren’t expecting his response.

His eyebrow quirked at your insinuation, before smirking “ alright that can be arranged sometime soon!” He chuckled enthusiastically.

Your eyes widened the scenario playing in your mind quickly.

Hinata loved the shocked but curious expression painting your features. The next thing you new Sho had bolted from his spot jumping into the bed knocking you onto your back as he hovered over you. His hot breath tickled your neck his lips grazing your pulse before giving a nip. One hand had sneaked under the shirt you wore grasping onto your hip while the other kneaded your breast. Your breath grew shaky. He lowered his head to the valley between your breast before looking up to you. Peering at you through his orange waves that dangled in his face.

“You know I still have plenty of energy to take care of you,” he teased his voice dropping an octave. “ so baby tell where do you want me.”

“I want you,” you bite your lip looking at the sinful man in front of you. Your hand grips his chin pulling him up to you face to face, your eyes drop to his lips before returning to his darkened eyes. “In the shower, now get your sweaty ass off of me!” You push his Lunky body of off you before standing.

He groans looking over at you “tease!” He yells.

You turn back sticking your tongue out at him, “ go shower loser im going to make some coffee and breakfast,” you yelled over your shoulder as you headed to the kitchen. Hinata enjoyed the view of you walking away before sighing in defeat, he was really grimy from his run, plus he could use a cold shower right now.

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You moved around his small kitchen with an air of familiarity. It was about a little over a month since your agreement of friends with benefits began. After fixing a small breakfast and some coffee Shoyo finally emerged fully dressed and cleaned. Taking a sip from his mug and surveying the food you had made. He smiled.

“Damn Y/N this looks amazing!” He smile his signature smile. “You know it surprise me how a girl like you is single!” He doesn’t sense the mistake he had made immediately. You had never talked about why you didn’t want to date before. Not feeling your tragic history with love was appropriate pillow talk. You froze at this statement. Unwanted thoughts and memories swirling in your mind. All of your insecurities starting to surface. Hinata noticed the shift in the air immediately. It was hard not to as your hands grabbed at the counter for some stability. Your eyes trained on the surface, voice caught in your throat. How do you respond to that.

If there’s one thing about Hinata that is certain it’s that’s he’s incredibly caring. He moved around the corner of the counter standing next to your side placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “Hey Y/N are you okay! Was it something I said? I’m real sorry ya know!” You turn to him tears brimming in your eyes. He doesn’t speak again or ask you to just pulling you into him as you bury your face into his chest as you sob. He places a reassuring hand your back rubbing soothing circles onto your back hoping to help calm you.

It feels nice and it helps a lot more than you expected. Although guilt starts to build as you realize your crying in front of a man you only know through sex. God this is embarrassing. Before you can try to retreat. Sho navigates you to his sofa. After relaxing into the cushions you look up at him. While he’s trying to look calm and reassuring you can sense the worry in him.

He takes this moment to speak. “ you know you can talk to me Y/N I’ll listen to you about whatever you have going on, no judgment.” You sigh looking up at him. Looking up into his eyes you don’t know why you aren’t more hesitant but it honestly feels like you can tell him anything. And so you do. You tell him almost everything. Leaving out names and some of the more gory details. You tell him all about your heartache. And he sits and listens to you intently. Although he didn’t show it he was furious with how you had been treated. But he didn’t want to interrupt your venting. It felt really nice to actually talk to someone about everything and how you feel and Sho was amazingly supportive throughout the whole ordeal.

Wiping the mostly dried tears from your cheeks you gave Hinata a soft smile. “ thank you Shoyo I’m sorry I dropped all of this on you, it probably not what you signed up for.” You gave a nervous chuckle.

He returned your smile, looking at you earnestly, he gripped your shoulder gently making you look up at him. “Hey none of that non sense! You can always talk to me no matter what!” He smiled.

Your eyes shinned up at him with a forgotten emotion. “Really?” You questioned

His smile grew even bigger “Yeah! Absolutely! What are friends for!” He beamed!

Friends.... why did that word give you a pang in your chest.

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Noah Beck [01]

Smut warning*

Y/n walked into the house as many fans were surrounding the house. The boys have been trying to find a way to keep the fans away but they might have to move because the fans are gonna cause them to get evicted. Noah was beyond stressed about it, worrying about things that he can't control.

"Hey." Y/n said walking into the house and immediately saw Jaden, Quinton, and Bryce making Tiktoks.

They only looked over for a second and smiled then went back to their dance. They stopped and finally turned to face Y/n, "Hey." They all said.

"Do you guys know where Noah is?" Y/n asked.

"I think he's in his room." Bryce said.

Y/n only nodded my head and went upstairs. She opened his door and heard his shower running, "Noah I'm here." Y/n said loud enough for him to hear.

Y/n closed his door and sat on his bed. She started scrolling through her phone waiting for him to finish his shower. Y/n heard the shower stop and soon heard foot steps coming her way. Y/n looked up and smiled to see him standing in front of her. He was just in a towel, his abs were shiny from the water, his hair was messy. Noah really knows how to make a women feel some type of way. Y/n didn't know how she got so lucky.

"If you wanna see me naked all you have to do is ask." Noah said smirking.

Y/n snapped out of the trance that she was in, "I w-wasn't-"

"Y/n?" Noah said.

"What?" Y/n questioned.

"It's cute." Noah said

There was a bang on his window. He went over and saw that they were throwing things at his window to get his attention. Noah rolled his eyes and looked at Y/n, "I'm pissed." Noah said.

"I know." Y/n muttered.

Noah closed his curtain and turned around to look at Y/n again. Noah sat down on the bed beside her, "It's like I get no privacy. I get no me time at all." Noah said.

Noah loves his fans, no scratch that he adores each and everyone of his fans. They all do, Y/n can kinda get where their coming from though.

An idea ran across her mind and Y/n smiled, "How about we have some alone time right now ?" Y/n asked him looking into his beautiful brown eyes.

Y/n got up and locked the door and turned around to see Noah staring at her, "We can get some time to ourselves for an hour or two." Y/n told him.

Y/n got on her knees in front of Noah. Y/n batted her eyes at him as she undid the towel from his waist, "You're so tense, let me fix that for you." Y/n told him.

He leaned back as Y/n smirked at him. He ran his hand through his hair. Y/n felt down his abs to his v-line. traced the outlines of his body, teasing him, "Don't tease me princess." Noah spat out.

Y/n grabbed him in her hand and he twitched, Y/n giggled. She peppered kisses on his tip so he could get hard. Y/n spit on her hand and moved her hand up and down on his cock. He let out sexy grunts, "Y/n please use your mouth." Noah said.

"If that's what you want daddy." Y/n said.

Y/n sucked on the tip, moaning at the feeling of him in her mouth. Noah bucked his hips up at her wanting more of him in her mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair and made a makeshift ponytail. He lifted her mouth off of him, "Can I fuck your mouth?" Noah said

He looked like he needed more than what Y/n was giving him so she nodded my head. He pulled y/n's mouth back on him. He moved her head up and down at a very rapid speed, "Fuck y/n you feel so good." Noah moaned

Noah threw his head back as the feeling was too good. He kept muttering 'fuck' under his breath about twenty times before he finally came. As soon as Y/n felt his load hit the back of her throat she pulled her head up for air. Y/n continued jerking him off so She could see him fall apart in front of her. He twitched as he continued to come, "Holy fuck that was hot." Noah said.

"Ruin me." Y/n said looking at him.

He stood up and kissed her. He worked at unbuckling her belt as well as her pants and took them off. He took of her shirt as well throwing it somewhere on the ground. He kissed down her face kissing her neck. He pushed Y/n agianst the wall and turned her around so she was facing the wall. He moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck harshly. He was sucking and biting all over her neck. He unclipped her bra and let the strapes fall off her shoulders and let it fall onto the floor.

He turned Y/n around again and got down on his knees and slowly moved her panties down past her thighs and made eye contact with her the whole time. He finally took them off and felt her wet folds, "Fuck you're so wet." Noah muttered.

"Noah please just fuck me." Y/n pleaded.

Noah immediately got up and picked her up. He had her pinned against the wall. He placed himself infront of her entrance. He slowly moved in me causing Y/n to clutch onto him. As soon, as he got all the way in he, started going slow then picked up the pace. You could hear the pictures on the wall start move, Y/n started giggling, "What?" Noah questioned with his eyes scrunched shut.

"Go to your bed." Y/n said still giggling.

He just smiled and did as Y/n said.

As soon as he got to the bed. He started thrusting into Y/n harder, "F-Fuck." Y/n moaned kinda loud.

"Shhh." Noah whispered.

He put his hand over her mouth but Y/n took his hand and started sucking on his fingers, "That's so fucking hot." Noah said staring at her as she sucked on his fingers.

He kept going, he hit a spot where Y/n couldn't keep her composure and neither could he, "Fuck N-Noah." Y/n stuttered.

He leaned down and kissed her. He moved his face to the crook of Y/n's neck and started to suck on her neck again. The amount of pleasure Y/n was receiving was too much. Y/n felt like she was gonna come any second, "Noah I'm gonna come." Y/n said.

Noah started to slow down letting out groans and moans, "Me too." Noah said

He kept going as Y/n came and she felt her legs shake. Noah was still going trying to come for himself. As his high wore down he pulled out and laid down beside Y/n, "Maybe you were right." Noah said covering the both of them up in his bed.

"About?" Y/n asked

"About needing an hour or two to ourselves." Noah said.

Y/n looked over at the clock, it was five when Y/n got here.

It's 6:45