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sure thing.

“Hey, firecracker,” a voice—unmistakable, to you, at least —calls from behind, and you instantly knew who it was. “Need to talk to you.”

There was only one person that would call you that nickname. Luke Castellan, the bane of your existence, thought it was extremely funny to remind you of that one time you almost burnt down the pavilion. The moment they figured out it was you; you had earned the nickname you dreaded so much. He loved reminding you of embarrassing stuff you did. You desperately wanted to wipe that self-satisfied smirk off his face. What did he even want? Didn’t he have something better to do than to bother you?

He leaned against one of the posts in the arena, eyebrows raised expectantly. He just needed a change from training the newbies. He wanted to go all out, and the best person to do that with was sadly you. Well, at least the satisfaction he’d get from beating you—because he would beat you, obviously, was totally worth it.

You sighed, “What?”

“Need a sparring partner, that's all,” he said, a smirk still tugging at the corner of his lips, now accompanied by a raised eyebrow. “And I'd rather have you than anyone in this camp.”

“That sounded too nice for your standards... Are you that desperate?” Your eyes narrowed; you were skeptical.

“Desperate to beat your ass, yes," he said, an easy laugh breaking past the steely look on his face. Luke was aware of the fact that he often annoyed you, and maybe he liked it just a little. "Besides, I wanna try some new sword techniques I came up with. So, whaddya say? Pretty please?" His head tilted a little when he said that, he was giving you that look.

You were silent, biting your lips just like you always did when you were focused. After a moment, you gave in. “Fine,” you said. Maybe you’d benefit from this, too.

"That’s my girl," he said as he casually walked toward you. "I promise not to go easy on you. If you feel like you're gonna trip and impale yourself with my sword, just say the word, alright?" A smirk flitted past his lips, though his words seemed genuine enough. Luke knew you would never stop being rivals. But the feeling of respect he had for you was real. He trusted you and even cared for you, but he’d rather commit war crimes than admit that.

“Fuck you,” you spat as you got into your signature fighting stance. Maybe this was a mistake, but if you gave up already, he’d think you’d gotten cold feet.

“If you ask nicely.”

That smug bastard. You hated him with all your heart. You hated his stupid smile and the way he made everyone around him feel comfortable, even you. You hated the butterflies he gave you. You hated his guts.

With a smooth slashing motion towards his torso, you started the fight. He blocked it with ease. Without a further word, Luke went in towards you with a quick and precise strike, sword arm extended forward in a tight grip with the tip aimed towards your sternum. He wanted to overwhelm you, thinking you hadn’t improved since the last time you sparred. But oh, was he wrong.

You’ve been watching him, his rather aggressive style of fighting, and the look in his eyes when he tried a certain move for a long time now. You’ve fought him many times before, and you were getting the hang of it. You’ve been training a lot, and while he was busy with the new campers, you had developed your own, unique fighting style. He knew you as a pretty good fighter, who could almost keep up with him on a good day. Almost. But now, you’d surpass his expectations. You blocked his hit, your body moving smoothly like liquid. Instead of using all your strength to try and withstand his attacks, you just gave in. Let loose. You used the force of his hit and channeled it, transferring it into your own with ease. He did not see that coming.

You'd always had a strong sense of intuition and your body would respond accordingly, as if it had a mind of its own. Luke was quick to counter, his body leaning back with a fluid motion to avoid any of your quick strikes, all the while trying to find an opening. The back-and-forth movement that was once just a spar has now become a deadly dance of swords, the two of you constantly in motion, no pause in sight. There is a certain excitement in the air, almost a spark that has ignited your mutual hostility and aggression.

Your movements were fluid as if you could predict all of Luke's moves in advance. You were a master of timing, of anticipating all of the demigod's strikes. Not once could he match your fluidity, his movements jerky compared to your graceful flow. There was something about the way you both fought so elegantly that made you feel like you were part of an agile performance, each of you matching the other's movements perfectly. It felt less like a fight and more like an art.

Yet even as you moved with effortless ease, the clash of swords kept you both on your toes, your bodies moving in such perfect sync that neither could find a flaw in the other's defense. Your movements almost appeared as if you were both working together, but this was not the case—in fact, Luke was becoming more frustrated by the second as he strained to find a way to slip past your guard.

“You’ve improved,” he breathed out while you fought. “I like it.” The way he said that sent shivers up your spine. It was embarrassing how these words affected you so hard that you made a small mistake. It was a mistake that could happen to even the best swordsmen in history, but a mistake nonetheless. And it led to his sword held at your throat. You fucked up. And he made you feel it, the cold tip of his sword gently tapping your chin, forcing you to look up at him. You prayed that he didn’t notice the color on your cheeks.

“You're distracted too easily.” He looked serious for once, that glint of smugness had left his eyes for just a moment. “I win again.” And there it was again, that stupid smile of his. He dropped his sword and held out a hand to help you up. You let him pull you up, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. “Did you get what you wanted out of this fight?” You asked, and he nodded. “Much better than trying to teach the newbies not to drop their swords while fighting.”

“Good,” you turned to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist. “Same time tomorrow?”

You could’ve said no, could’ve walked away, could’ve done ANYTHING, but instead, you looked at him and said, “Sure thing.”

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maxislvt · 7 months

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Succubus Season

pairing(s): succubus! wanda maximoff x reader, brief natasha romanoff x reader

summary: Just when your life starts to come together, life throws another curve ball at you. Except this time it isn't a bully or a shitty English teacher. This curve ball is seven feet tall with horns and a lot of pent-up sexual energy.

warnings: jealousy, possessive thoughts/behavior, AMAB!Reader, dom!Wanda, sub!Reader, anal sex, anal fingering, prostate milking, overstimulation, cum eating, size kink (she's 7 feet tall)

a/n: Idk this is a tad self indulgent but it's Fine because it's sexy

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Adulthood came with many struggles. You made it through high school, your poor budgeting habits, and you're currently pushing your way through medical school. It wasn't easy, but your determination and pride got you through it. Now you were one step further into adulthood by owning a house. No more roommates or weird landlords. Just your own space with no one else in it.

However, you hit an unexpected bump in the road.

Moving in seemed harder than doing all the paperwork. At first, you blamed it on how far you were moving. Some of your friends were kind enough to drive anywhere from 2 to 15 hours to help you move. It was possible they were tired and didn't consider how strenuous moving was. Then things got a little bit odd. You couldn't leave a room unattended for more than half an hour without someone getting some sort of freak injury. Luckily it was nothing worse than little cuts or bruises.

Oddly, fixing up the garage proved to be the hardest part. Bucky got sent to the hospital over a spider bite. Steve's asthma suddenly kicked up — though part of that was his fault considering everyone told him it'd be a bad idea to clean a dusty room without an inhaler. A lot of them had been overcome with mysterious illnesses and your team was getting smaller and smaller.

Eventually, it was down to just you and Tony.

All that was left to do was fix your janky garage door and the god-awful cabinets. It should've been a simple job. Replacing a few doors and fixing up some gears. Unfortunately, it turned out to be nearly impossible.

"God, this stupid fucking drill." You grumbled while trying to loosen the screws holding the cabinet door together. Tool malfunctions were another thing hindering your progress. One toolbox to fix the whole house wasn't entirely effective, but the finicky handles and rather disagreeable drill bits weren't making it any better. "Son of a bitch, these cabinet doors are hideous anyways!" After another failed attempt at removing the screw, you slam the tool on the countertop with a frustrated grunt. You slammed it a bit too hard against the counter because the sound shook the whole garage.

The old gears in your garage door creaked and shook before suddenly turning to drop the door.

"Tony, look out!" You shouted before running over to catch the door. The metal door slammed down hard on your shoulder blades. "Ah, shit!" You hissed out. It took all your strength to push the door back up. "Fuck, are you okay?" You asked Tony while rubbing your bruising shoulder blades.

Tony stared up at the garage door before getting up. He anxiously cleared his throat. "Well, if that doesn't open my eyes to my old age, I don't know what will." His shaky hands smooth out his shirt before grabbing his tools. "Yeah kid, I think I'm gonna call it a day after that." An unusually shaky sigh fell from his lips as he hugged you.

You looked up at the garage door. It needed to be fixed, but nothing physical was worth the life of a friend. "Um..yeah you do that. I'll just fix it my-"

"Don't do that," Tony interrupted, knowing your history with home repair.

A grimace overtook your features, but you knew Tony was right. "Okay, I won't fix it myself. I'll try and find some company to do it." You patted Tony on the back. He wasn’t the most tan friend you had, but you'd never seen him so pale before. "We should get you a drink before letting you head home."

With that, you were down to just yourself.

Your shoulders were in too much pain for you to keep working so you called it a day. Eight o'clock was a bit early for you, but you were much too shaky to do anything else. After a quick shower and some pain cream on your shoulder blades, you called it a day. Pain and warm water turned out to be the perfect combination for sleep.

"Release me…"

You shot up and immediately looked around the room. No one else was in your room. You weren't sure if it was real, but there were goosebumps on your skin and the hairs on your neck wouldn't lay down. As scary as it was, you decided you must've left the TV on up front and ignored it.

The next morning you're a bit jarred but ready to spend the weekend cleaning.

You looked around the garage to see what you had left to do. The garage door was off-limits and you were beyond frustrated with the cabinets in there. Just when you thought it'd be a simple work day, you noticed a hatch on the roof. Odd, you don't remember there being an attic on the room list when you bought the house.

You shrugged and jumped up to bring down the step ladder. The creaking underneath your feet meant it was time for the wood to be replaced, but you decided to prioritize exploration. Which turned out not to be the best idea.

"What the fuck!?" The words slipped out before you could even think. You looked around the attic. Chalk lines drawn out to make a magical symbol that you weren't even going to pretend you understood. There were more symbols carved into the wall. In the middle of it all, there was a small table. You weren't crazy enough to step towards it but you could see a jar filled with some mysterious liquid surrounded by other magical trinkets you didn't want to touch. "...Well, I guess that's what I get for buying a three-bedroom house for less than 100,000," You whispered as you climbed down the ladder.

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Now that you were terrified of your garage, you decided to focus on the less haunted part of your house.

It was a pain in the ass to move furniture and boxes by yourself, but better than a bunch of mysterious dead friends. After about a month or so, you were finally satisfied with the state of your house. The once barren walls were now filled with photographs and pairings. Long gone was the feeling of emptiness. It was your space now.

"Let me out, detka, please."

Oh, and the space of whatever freaky demon that was occupying that jar in your attic. Ignoring it was becoming harder. What started as the occasional whisper in your sleep turned into uncomfortably realistic wet dreams and a lot of ruined underwear. Now you could feel it hovering over you.

Tonight was the worst of it. Sensual kisses along the column of your neck pulled you in and out of sleep. Its hands were abnormally adventurous too. A less sleep-deprived version of yourself would've questioned the kisses on your neck, but your lack of sleep had left you a tiny bit delusional. One particular rough kiss finally woke you up properly.

The pain made you jolt up. "Fuck, you're having fun with this." You whisper despite the fact you're not sure it was listening. Your sleep shorts are stained with precum and you're painfully erect. A heavy sigh fell from your lips. "God, I hope you don't turn out to be some evil murder demon." The walk to your garage felt incredibly long. Each step added to the knot in your stomach. It was a miracle you didn't vomit by the time you stood underneath the hatch.

Your body moved as if it weren't your own. Awkward and clunky, but desperate to reach a goal you weren't too keen on. Once the ladder dropped back down your fate was sealed. You climbed up into the attic and stumbled towards the table.

For a moment just looked at the jar. Then you started laughing. "God, I am losing my mind. What is this stuff anyways, some disgusting old jam?" You scuffed with unwarranted confidence as you opened the jar.

It was not jam. Nor was it jelly or some other kind of preserve.

It was a seven-foot-tall demon. She had tinted red skin and two sets of horns sticking out of her head. You could see serrated teeth and an uncomfortably long tongue behind plum lips. You couldn't see them since they were above your head and you weren't going to risk looking away from it, but you could tell that it had claws.

The only thing keeping you from screaming your head off was not wanting to deal with a noise complaint in the morning.

"So um, can you put in on rent or are you just gonna bum out in my attic?"

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Wanda lived on Earth for thousands of years and never had she met a human more determined than you were. At first, she blamed your disinterest on her demonic form, but not even her human form could take your eyes off whatever project had taken up your time. Your focus was admirable, but Wanda was starting to get hungry.

So she decided to be more upfront about her needs.

Today, the only thing between her and a proper meal was a book. One you'd been reading for nearly an hour, but it was easier to take your attention away from that than it was from work.

Wanda laid down on your stomach and looked up at you with the softest, most desperate eyes she could muster. "I know this might come off as too much, but I'm really hungry...I just need a little something to get me through the day." Her eyes carefully watched your facial expression. Your eyebrows furrowed and your lips turned down.

"Oh, you must be starving."

Wanda was expecting a more sympathetic tone, but you said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You quickly marked your page in the book and laid it down on the coffee table. "Wait right here, I'll make you something good." Part of you felt like one of those evil landlords on Reddit. You were making her pay rent but she didn't feel comfortable eating. "I have some snacks in the cabinets if you're really hungry. Help yourself to whatever."

Her fingers twitch. It's not what she wanted, but she found herself tempted. "It's fine, I can wait," She whispered. Succubi shouldn't get nervous. Wanda's hands reached out and held your waist. The benefit of being a succubus is that Wanda knows you won't deny her. Her fingers slipped underneath your shirt just to feel the softness of your skin. "What are you cooking?"

The question confused Wanda. She'd never cared about a human beyond a desire to feed off of them, but you were different. She was desperate to know more about you. Wanda wanted you in a way that she'd never wanted a human before. Thoughts of jealousy began stirring in her heart. As her fingertips explored the softness of your skin.

It didn't take long for that desire to evolve into something more deviant. Wanda found herself hating the physical space between you and her. She found herself disappointed she couldn't be inside you. As adorable as human fragility was, she couldn't stand the fact she couldn't be closer. Wanda needed to be under your skin and next to your still-beating heart. A hoodie could only make up for that half the time.

It wouldn't be much longer before she'd have to feed from you. Only you.

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It was embarrassing to admit as a succubus, but Wanda had officially gone multiple months without feeding from anyone. To rub salt in the wound, the one person she wanted to feed from seemingly had no issue sleeping around.

You were always talking up some girl and brought a new one home every other week. That was bad enough on its own, but you were always kind enough to make them breakfast or wash their clothes before sending them off. And once they were gone, you were right back by Wanda's side like nothing happened. Like you didn't just manage to play with the feelings of a succubus and send her into a jealous spiral.

Your latest adventure seemed to get under her skin like no one else before. This mysterious redhead had done quite a number on you. Dark red and purple bruises littered your neck and shoulders and you could barely stand upright. If you hadn't bashfully shooed her away, Wanda wouldn't have had a problem helping. Of course, your little fling was there to save the day.

"I didn't think you'd be able to walk after all that," The woman said with an amused tone. She sauntered up behind you and wrapped her arms around your waist. Her chin rested on top of your head. "You sure you don't want me to finish those up for you? I'm a little worried you're gonna collapse on me."

You squirmed in Natasha's grasp as her fingers traced along the top of your waistband. "Y-yeah, it's fine Natasha. Just go watch TV or something…" The blush on your face is almost hot enough to cook the eggs. You don't even remember the last time someone made you this bashful. It was new. "I appreciate your offer though," You mumbled, unsure how to carry on the conversation.

"You're still shy even after last night?" Natasha asked teasingly. Her fingertips slipped into your boxers but didn't move much further past the waistband. She pushed her hips against your ass just enough for you to feel the pressure. "I think I like being right here, just like this." She whispered into your ear. Her eyes looked off to the side with a knowing smirk.

The whole scene made Wanda sick with jealousy. Her stomach churned every time you laughed at one of Natasha's jokes. Succubus couldn't throw up, but she. would've already. You were hers even if you didn't know it yet.

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You felt like you were going mad.

It was getting harder to suppress your attraction to Wanda. You wish you could blame it on her interest in human clothes or all the cuddling, but neither of those was the problem. It was all your perverted tendencies. Every time Wanda crossed your mind it was always something sexual. These thoughts weren't brief either. Once you started one of your sick little fantasies, it was hard to stop. You were washing 20 pairs of underwear a week with how much precum you were leaving.

Your growing relationship with the demon only made things more complicated. Wanda seemed to become more physically affectionate by the day. Her human form was cute but it was her natural form that seemed to be giving you the most trouble. The shock of meeting a demon for the first time had worn off and you began to notice the small details. If your dick would appreciate them as well.

The only thing it seemed to care about was how big Wanda was. Especially when she was using you as her body pillow. The softness of her breast pressed against your chest and it was driving you mad. You were so focused on not getting a boner that you completely drowned out the noise from the movie.

As fun as watching you squirm and wiggle, Wanda had waited long enough.

She sat up on your lap, straddling your hips with her thighs. Wanda's hand slipped underneath your shirt to keep you pinned to the couch. Her claws lightly scratched at the sensitive skin. "It's cute you think I can't tell how turned on you are right now." A satisfied chuckle escaped her lips as you sucked your breath. "Don't think I haven't heard all those nasty little thoughts in your heads."

Your eyes followed Wanda's fingers nervously. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me!" She toyed with the hem of your shorts. You were at a loss for words. It wasn't like you could deny your feelings with your dick hard as a rock. “I know we’re like roommates, but we don’t have to do anything!” Embarrassment wasn't good enough to describe how you were feeling. You wanted nothing more than to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Wanda ripped off your shorts in one swift motion. “Oh detka, I want to be something more than just roommates.” Her long tongue licked the precum oozing from your neglected tip. It left a savory taste in her mouth that she couldn't help but enjoy. “God you don’t know how hard it was to live knowing you were wasting this stuff on girls who couldn’t make you feel half as good as I do.” Her free hand massaged your balls as she took your length inside her mouth. They weren’t as full as she would’ve liked them to be, but Wanda knew she would have access to them whenever she wanted them. Self-control was quickly flying out the window. Her hunger was starting to take over and she no longer had it in her to go slow for your sake. Wanda needed your cum and she needed a lot of it. “Do you know the best part of having sex with a succubus?”

The pleasure alone had your head spinning. “W-what?” It wasn’t a response to her question, but rather a moment of shock at Wanda’s confession. You weren’t well versed in the land of demons, but you didn’t think Wanda was anything like that. Was she gonna eat you? Maybe you should’ve asked more questions rather than worrying about her paying rent.

Her hand wrapped around your dick and began stroking slowly. She leaned forward to whisper in your ear. “I know exactly how to fuck you senseless.” Wanda hooked your legs over her shoulders. This time, Wanda's tongue went straight for your asshole. She watched your eyes roll to the back of your head with a satisfied smirk. No one's ever fucked you this way. It's almost impossible for her tongue fuck you the way she'd like but your whining makes up for it.

You're a mess. It felt like your insides were melting, but you were too overstimulated to even consider pushing back. You were usually the one on top and doing all the teasing. Now it was near impossible for you to speak without moaning and stumbling over your own words. "F-fuck, I'm close. Please don't stop, I'm gonna cum!" Your hands grabbed Wanda by her horns and pulled her closer to your ass.

Wanda hummed against you. You looked so cute when you were desperate to cum. She pushed your shirt up to your chest and signaled for you to hold it up. Of course, you do it without question. That mindless obedience would get you far. Wanda's tongue pressed down against your prostate. Milking you was a bit much for your first time doing anal, but Wanda wasn't going to hold back.

You couldn't even speak. It was just a string of desperate moans in place of words. The knot in your stomach bubbled up and snapped suddenly. Cum shot out of you in sticky, hot ropes. Your orgasm was almost never ending. Every time you thought it was over, she'd keep pushing you.

Wanda kept milking you until you'd gone soft. Her tongue slipped out of your hole. She wasted no time licking up the cum dripping down your chest and stomach. A deep, guttural moan escaped her lips at the taste of your cum. Her eyes glowed a deep red for a brief second. Wanda looked into your eyes and smirked. "I never want to see you with anyone else. Got it?"

You looked into her eyes and suddenly felt so tired. It was like a trance. There were a lot of questions going through your mind but you were too weak to ask any of them. "Got it." Was the only thing you could manage to say.

Wanda affectionately scratched your head. You were like a pet to her. "Let's get you cleaned up," She kissed your cheek before lifting you up and taking you to your bedroom.

You were grateful for her immense strength and gentleness. There was no way you'd be able to walk all the way to your room after that. You only vaguely heard Wanda's request that you not fall asleep while she prepared a bath for you. As tired as you were, there was something subconsciously urging you to stay awake as she requested. You rolled over slowly when Wanda returned from the bathroom. "Are you like…in my head forever now?" You asked sleepily.

Your question caught Wanda off guard. She didn't answer your question at first. Instead, she rolled you onto your stomach. It was only then that she had the answer to your question. "It appears so." She said calmly. Her fingers traced the tattoo now permanently etched into your skin. "Don't worry, I'll be kind to you..if you behave."

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adaelines · 1 year

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wrote this whilst i was playing re4 bc i couldnt stop looking at leon's arms and everytime he kicked an enemy i wanted him on his KNEES warning for smut! afab reader but gender neutral, public sex, he goes down on you whilst youre hiding from enemies, careful he spits, dom leon who lives for making you feel good

Leon always was prettiest on his knees.

Wide, gunmetal blue eyes staring up at you, so full of love and adoration it’s almost overwhelming. The position and expression alone tells you how much he loves you, how much he wants to be on his knees for you. Despite his strength, just how easy it would be for him to overpower you and switch your positions, he still wanted nothing more than to be knelt before you, worshipping his lover the way he felt they deserved to be worshipped. He'd spend hours between your thighs, hours making you feel good, no matter the situation.

It's how you found yourself here. In the upstairs of a rough, almost destroyed house. You could hear the cultists downstairs, hear them searching for you both, and if either of you so much as moved you were terrified that they'd be alerted to your position above them. And yet Leon just couldn't help himself, not when you'd spent the last hour fighting and relying on one another to stay alive. It always riled him up, always made his heart beat fast and drool form under his tongue. Nothing got to him the way you did when you fought, when you protected him and he was able to protect you.

The moment you were both alone, even when you technically weren't with the cultists downstairs still looking for you, he was immediately on you like you were his prey, like he'd been hunting you for hours and could finally go in for the kill. You should have known, with his smug little grin and the way he stood ever so slightly closer to you than usual, that something was going to happen. You just never thought you'd end up here, back against an almost broken wooden wall, the oh so powerful Leon Kennedy on his knees in front of you, looking up at you as if you had put the sun and moon in his sky.

"Leon," you hissed, teeth gritted tight and the hand in his hair gripping onto him, "Are you serious? Do you want to get us killed?"

"C'mon, sweet thing, as if this would be a bad place to die," Leon's voice was low, full of a rasp that could only come from his desire from you.

"Oh, in a random village in Spain full of cultists? Real romantic, Kennedy."

"From down here, I can't think of a better place," The grin on his face was wide, full of mischief, and you couldn't miss the way his eyelids fluttered when you gently tugged on his locks, nor could he miss the soft smile that briefly appeared on your face at his words.

With a quiet sigh, you leant your head back against the wall, biting your lip.

"Fine, but please… make it quick, Leon, I'll fuck you properly once we're out of here, I promise," His grin only widened at your words, his hands quickly coming up to shove your pants down just enough for his face to fit. He didn't have the patience to fully remove them, once he saw your underwear, he couldn't wait any longer to dig his face as far as it would go, as close as he could be to your weeping core.

With his nose pressed against the wet spot on your underwear, he couldn't help but let out a low moan. His eyes were shut, eyebrows furrowed like he was truly enjoying himself. Just by being this close, feeling your heat and smelling your wetness, his hips bucked up in his kneeling position, hands holding your thighs so tightly you thought they might bruise. He always did love leaving proof of his love on you, bruises of his hand and fingerprints left wherever he could.

When you could feel his nose against your clit, feel the way he mouthed at the wet spot in your underwear like he was a man starved, you had to quickly bring the hand that wasn't in his hair up to cover your mouth. You didn't want to let go of him, but you also couldn't let yourself make any noise. It wasn't fair that a simple touch felt so good, not when anything above a quiet whimper would get you both caught, get you both killed. Leon didn't seem to care though, the way his hands rushed to shove your underwear down to join your pants around your thighs, the devious grin on his face proving that he didn't plan on stopping or slowing down any time soon.

The way that Leon's tongue felt on your clit almost killed you, the hand in his hair tightening enough for him to let out a low groan against you, the hands on your hips tightening. Your other hand was still clamped tight over your mouth, keeping any noise you almost made at bay. This didn't make Leon happy though, even with cultists downstairs, he wanted to hear you as much as he could. One of his hands moved to the underside of your thigh, bringing it up over his shoulder as much as it could against the stretch of your pants. His grip was tight, holding you against him as close as he could, as if he wanted to become one with you, wanted to suffocate against you. Maybe he was serious about dying here, just by you instead of the people currently trying to kill you.

His tongue was quick against you, flattened so he could swipe from your hole to your clit. He took moments to focus on each, suckling on your clit and shoving his tongue into your hole as deep as he could. Eyes open now, he couldn't look away from your expression. He wanted to see everything, see you desperately try to keep your voice down, see you come apart simply from his mouth. It was always a beautiful sight, one that Leon held dear, making you cum was his favourite thing and nothing felt as good as knowing you felt good.

Pulling away slowly, Leon made sure to keep eye contact as he spat on your clit, grinning as he slowly watched it dribble down your cunt, onto your hole. He used his tongue before it could go any further, fucking it into you as deep as he could reach. If he couldn't cum inside you, he would have to do with at least knowing his spit was as deep as it could go, shoved inside you with his tongue and fingers, which he quickly brought to your hole when he started sucking on your clit once more. It was overwhelming, fingers in your hole and tongue on your clit, the hand in his hair was gripping so tight you'd have to apologise later, but trying to stay quiet when a man like Leon was giving you this much attention was hard, and you needed to focus on something. He always loved it when you pulled his hair anyway, so you knew he wouldn't complain at the sharp ache that it left on his scalp, not when you'd sooth it over with gentle touches later.

His touch and tongue were brutal against you, so harsh and so much that you could swear he was trying to kill you. When you let out a whimper that was slightly too loud, he pulled away, eyes stern as he stared up at you.

"Make a noise and I won't let you finish," His voice was just as stern as his gaze, but undeniably full of his need for you. Raspy and low, desperate. "Won't let you finish for a whole week. Won't you be good for me, pretty thing?"

You couldn't help but whine at his words, lower and quieter this time, and the grin he gave was downright devilish. He gently patted your thigh, as if praising a dog, and pressed a gentle kiss on your clit before going back to the rough abuse he was giving it earlier. It wasn't fair, it was so much, and you were so close. Your legs were shaking, back arched against the wood and you swore your face was starting to hurt with the way you clamped your hand over your mouth. It'd be hard to explain just how you got a hand shape bruise over your mouth, but you couldn't care ar all. Not when Leon's mouth was about to make you cum, obvious in the way you were almost spasming against his hold.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, come on… want you to cum for me now…" voice quiet, almost a whisper but so so loud in your mind, all you could focus on. It wasn't a request anymore, he was demanding, almost a threat that dared you to not listen. His tone was serious, the one he used when he wanted you to know he meant business, would punish you if you didn't obey.

It wasn't hard either, not when his assault on your cunt was so focused, not when he knew every way to make you feel good and easily took advantage of it, when the thigh resting on his shoulder was tight against his cheek, the hand in his hair tight. You came with a muffled moan, head threw back and willing yourself to not scream with just how overwhelming everything was, grinding against Leon's face, using it for your own pleasure as you finished. He helped you through the orgasm, fingers and tongue slowing but not stopping, and when you pushed his head away out of sensitivity, he pressed one last kiss to your clit and gave you another devious grin.

''That's it, pretty, you're doing so good for me...''

He would absolutely be doing this again, and you would absolutely be getting him back for it.

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #god the things i would do to this man.

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spdrvyn · 8 months

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needy — miguel o'hara drabble

fluff. teensiest bit suggestive. wanted to write something nice, sweet, and sleepy before actually getting to work on the stuff i really need to do, enjoy!!!

you were selfless, it was your greatest strength and miguel's greatest weakness. he'd insisted countless times that whenever it hit midnight and he still wasn't home from work that you should just go to bed without him, but you argued that you'd wait as long as you could.

you were overly ambitious, equipped yourself with a ton of remedies to combat any sort of drowsiness. coffee, caffeine shots, sugary treats, anything that could keep you awake. to see miguel again.

you were also weaker than you'd like to admit. once miguel got home, silently sliding the windowsill up so that he wouldn't disturb you, he saw that you were absolutely knocked out on the couch. your phone was screen flat on your cheek and he had to bite his lip to suppress a small laugh from escaping.

nevertheless, he found it adorable. how you'd put in so much effort to see him every night, knowing full well of his inconsistent schedule, and you'd end up falling asleep anyway. he didn't need to think another thought before he scooped you up into his arms effortlessly, carried you into your shared bedroom, and laid you down on the bed.

he draped the blanket over your limp body, tucking the duvet into the gaps of the bed frame to make sure that you were nice and snug. he wanted to just jump in with you, but he had a few more tasks that needed completing first. also a shower. can't forget that.

however, just as he's about to walk away, a small tug on his wrist caught his attention and his head turns. looking down to meet your hazy eyes, your cheek is smooshed from pressing up against the pillow, it makes your voice a little muddled.

"stay," it was so soft, quieter than a pin drop, but it was a plea. he could hear it in your voice how much you needed this, but he couldn't blame you. all of that to see him again, to bask in his presence.

"haven't even taken off my suit yet, corazón." his lips left a tingling sensation on your forehead as he pecked the surface of it, one hand cleared your face of any stray hairs.

"please?" you tried again, miguel wasn't always the best when it came to self-control. you were a bad habit that he constantly found himself indulging in, he loved it.

"fine," he gave in, you scooched over to the other side of the bed to give miguel space and he consumed it, even through the unstable molecular fabric of his suit, you felt him. you needed more. "if i smell like shit, then that's on you."

"'s okay, mig." you rambled in your sleepiness, "it's all from protecting the city, hm? from protecting me, so brave you are."

shit. that caught him off-guard, he's so grateful to whatever deity is out there that you probably can't see the shade of red that covered his cheeks when you said that to him.

"... thank you." was all he could muster, that is until you said something that really tipped the scales.

"take off the suit, please."

the rate at which is heart raced could combat the speed of the flying cars in the city, ran faster than any bullet train in the past, present, and future. his grasp on you tightened. "i'm- i'm not—"

"i know," you shoved your face into the crook of his neck, hushed miguel's sentence with more kisses and he moaned. "but i missed you. i just want you to touch me then we can sleep, all right?"

scratch the selflessness. you alone were his greatest weakness.

"anything for you."

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spiderman #spiderman 2099 #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara #x reader #x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara fanfiction #fluff #romance

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spiderlyla · 9 months

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Hii I'm the Miguel-hugs anon!

I got some more hehe

I think he's someone who'd enjoy being close to you without necessarily talking or doing anything. Like, I can imagine you're reading a book or just scrolling on your phone, sitting on your bed and he'd sit behind you so you're leaning against him with his legs around you yk what I mean? (Sorry I'm bad at explaining positions like this HAHAHA)

And you're both just minding your own business, but so close to each other. Maybe he'd occasionally kiss your neck or after a while he'd wrap his arms around you. Idk why but that scenario makes me so soft. Just both of you enjoying each others presence <3

Or another scenario (saw so many fanarts and they make me melt every time), waking up next to him and reaching out to touch his cheek or his hair and he notices and takes your hand and kisses it softly 💔💔💔

God I'm so soft for him AAAAGHHH

THE MIGUEL HUGS ANON!! I love you sm you're my fav anon keep these coming pleaseeee.

tags: miguel o'hara × gn!reader

miguel isn't particularly clingy.

at least he says he isn't.

in his opinion, what he does isn't clingy at all.

walking to your shared bed, laying down beside you silently.

putting his head on your chest, one of his legs on top of yours.

you didn't really say anything, this was normal. you just kept scrolling on your phone, hand tangled in his curls.

"long day at work, honey?" he mumbles something inaudible in response, and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck.

seems like it was a really long day then.

that was fine, sitting in silence was never bothersome to either of you.

you keep playing with his hair, and he wraps an arm around your waist. you could feel him nuzzle you a bit more, his breath tickling your skin.

he stayed still and for the most part you thought he fell asleep, but then he moved.

his lips found the sweet spot under your ear, and he kissed it. under other circumstances, he'd be biting and sucking on this same spot and you'd be a blushing whining mess, but now it was much more sweeter.

"te amo." his baritone voice was no louder than a whisper. before you could reply, he was already fast asleep.

you chuckled and eased yourself onto the bed, putting your phone down and kissing the top of his head.

"también te amo, mig."

the next morning, you wake up and feel an unfamiliar warmth engulfing you. by now, miguel would be out of bed, getting ready to go back to HQ.

but he was still laying beside you. disoriented, but very much awake.

a small smile creeped onto his face as soon as he realised you had woken up.

you smile sleepily, and reach out to push his disheveled hair back.

but he doesn't let you. his hand wraps around your wrist in a tight, yet gentle grip. he knows his strength and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt you.

he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your palm, then works his way down to your wrist and forearm.

you giggle as his kisses become more frequent, he kisses up your arm, your shoulder, your shoulder blades, then reachs your neck and nips at the skin, before going to kiss all over your face.

"goodmorning, amor. ¿dormiste bien?"

you opened your mouth to reply but he moved again, this time kissing your lips, your response muffled by his mouth on yours.

"staying with you today—Mm—can't get enough of you."

he continues to kiss all over you, and you tangel your fingers in his locks.

you could get used to waking up like this.

#miguel o hara x reader #astv #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel o’hara x reader #spider man atsv #spiderman into the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #atsv miguel #miguel x you #miguel x reader #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader

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mars-f4ndom-sp4c3 · 10 months

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Hugging Headcanons. || Ft: Dark Cacao Kingdom

A/n: Surprise surprise! Guess who's alive? Such absence was caused by me being bad at keeping a solid schedule and then wanting to play Crk more than I wanted to write. Things are now being worked on heavily though!

Maybe a tiny spoiler warning for episode 14 on Affogato's? It's the last two bullets, so you can just scroll right past it if you do not wish to see spoilers. It doesn't spoil too much, I don't think.

Dark Cacao Cookie

You low-key might suffocate a tiny bit depending on the context of your hug.

If he hasn't seen you for a while, (I.e. on an adventure with the other ancient heroes) you can expect to be trapped in his armored arms until he decides to go and rest after a draining trip.

If you happen to spontaneously hug him whilst somewhere public, he'll give you an awkward side hug in response, since he doesn't want to break the stony demeanor he maintains to the other cookies.

If you're having an emotional moment while hugging and someone else walks in, the expression he gives the intruder is enough to send them scrambling away and mumbling apologies.

The cape goes around both of you. And then you're trapped in a cave of warmth.

Affogato Cookie

Smug bastard. If you ask, he'll give you some holier than thou remark before obliging, making a grand gesture with his arms and inviting you to come closer. Don't worry, he won't bite.

He'll wrap both his arms around your shoulders and pull you into his chest.

Probably gives you some stupid (not) reassuring words if you happen to be upset about something.

Bestie is not good at comforting. He's had a hundred and one problems, but a sad cookie has not been one of them.

If his vibe wasn't totally off, he'd probably give pretty comfortable hugs, seeing how his elegant clothing is made with soft silks and lined with fine fur.

If, after the events of episode 14, you do encounter him again (and don't hate him), he will most likely gladly accept a hug. His holier than thou demeanor will not falter, but he was secretly looking for a little comfort after so much work went to waste.

His hugs are probably a little more genuine than they were during his time as Royal Advisor.

Caramel Arrow Cookie

Older sister vibes

She'll hug you pretty tightly more often than not. Usually in the child way where they intentionally squeeze you like a boa constrictor, except she's an adult with wilderness training and she is significantly stronger than a child.

Awkward sibling hug? Awkward sibling hug. *pat pat.* /ref

H o l d. She'll grab you under your arms and lift you up into a hug. She will attempt to do this regardless of if you are taller or heavier than her. Caramel Arrow is strong, do not underestimate her determination.

(Using the bow and arrow gives you good arm strength last I checked)

If she's feeling playful, she'll outright throw you into the snow afterwards. And then she'll sprint off as quickly as possible. Unless you happen to drag her down with you.

Hugs often turn into snowball fights.

Crunchy Chip Cookie

He was embarrassed the first time you hugged him, and probably hid his face against your shoulder.

Really aggressive hugger. He'll probably squeeze you as hard as he can.

H o l d. (pt 2.) Crunchy Chip Cookie is the type to try and pick you up with a hug, do the awkward backward lean so that he can actually get your feet off the ground, and then drop you. Believe it or not, picking someone up via hugs is not the easiest feat.

When he's determined to hug you after being out at his post for an extended period of time, he'll outright charge at you and then knock you into the snow.

Prepare to get mauled by an excited cookie and his equally excited cream wolves.

If Caramel Arrow wasn't there to pry him off, you'd probably freeze before you got the chance to get out of the snow again.

He will pretend to be sparring with you if anyone happens to walk by (ahem, Dark Cacao.) He doesn't want to look soft or anything! (Please imagine the thing cats do where they randomly attack you while petting them.)

End.

This is not beta-read, probably very ooc, and probably a little self indulgent, unapologetically.

#I was half awake while writing most of this lol #dark cacao x reader #dark cacao crk #dark cacao cookie #affogato x reader #affogato crk #affogato cookie #caramel arrow cookie x reader #caramel arrow crk #caramel arrow cookie #crunchy chip cookie x reader #crunchy chip crk #crunchy chip cookie #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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What He's Owed

A/N: This blog just became multi-fandom. This is dark so please proceed with caution. I’ve given this a once over so there might still be some grammatical mistakes. Warnings: Dark! Dick Grayson. Non con. Dub Con. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader Word count: 3.1k+

Part two here

"Dick," you droned, rolling your eyes.

Dick had his head pressed between your thighs, face flush against your crotch inappropriately. He rubbed his face around, sighing as he buried himself against you.

"Stop," you told him, pushing against his head. "We've talked about this." Your hands were no use against him, your pathetic strength working against pure muscle.

"I need some affection," Dick groaned, moving from between your thighs to hover over you. "I almost died the other night-"

"You die almost every night," you huffed, looking away from him. "It's your job."

"Don't you worry about me?" He questioned, raising his eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes again which only made Dick more needy as he collapsed on top of you.

"You should worry about me all the time." Dick nestled his face into the crook of your neck, lips grazing your skin.

"I do." Your hands tried to push him away again, only to be caught by his as he pinned them above you.

At one point his strength used to make you feel protected, knowing that as long as you were around him that you'd be safe. When you moved into the manor, you desperately craved that reassurance and Dick was always waiting to give it you.

But now as he had your body pinned beneath him with ease, his strength scared you. How easily he could use that strength to over power you, to mould you in anyway he wanted, the way you clearly knew he wanted. You could feel how hard he was as he pressed against your crotch and it hadn't been the first time he had made you aware of his desires towards you.

He made it very clear every day.

-No, every moment.

Whether that was rubbing up on your ass as you tried to cook in the kitchen, practically trying to fuck you through any clothes you were wearing. Or when he'd try and get you to wrestle him, just so he could shove you up against a wall, pressing his body flush against yours. Each time you'd be telling him to stop, trying to force him away but failing massively.

"Dick, stop please," you pleaded, hoping he'd just get off at you.

He shifted, rubbing his hard on against you in a way that made you bite your bottom lip. "Let me just fool around a bit."

"I said no-"

"Dick," Jason's voice shouted, footsteps drawing closer to your room. The door was already open, letting Jason walk right in.

"What?" Dick snapped, glaring at Jason.

Jason's jaw clenched at the sight of you two, clearly seeing how defenceless you were underneath him. "You're wanted downstairs."

"Fuck." Dick became tense, adjusting himself in his joggers as he got up. The frustration was radiating off of him and you knew you couldn't escape from him forever.

Once Dick was out of sight, Jason gave you a once over. Your face flushed and your eyes brimmed with tears, he could clearly tell that something was off.

"What?" You asked, voice coming out rougher than you had meant for it.

"If somethings going on, you can tell me," Jason's voice was soft laced with concern as he stood by the door.

"Nothing is going on," you tried to reassure him, sniffling to get rid of the tears. You shrugged your shoulders and smiled. "You know Dick."

"There is Dick and then there's Dick with you," Jason replied, not wanting to drop the subject. "And I worry that Dick is pushing you into something you're not comfortable with."

"I'm fine, honestly," you told him, getting up from the bed. You walked over to him, pressing a hand on the door. "I'll be fine but right now I have to get ready for tonight."

You could tell Jason didn't want to stop talking, the ever caring one towards you. But he also never wanted to push you, so he left with a, "Of course."

With the door closed, you took a steady breath trying to block out the feeling of your stomach churning.

The thing that you hated most was you blamed yourself for the way Dick felt about you. If you hadn't clung to him for years, hadn't been so desperate for his protection, he wouldn't still be clinging to you trying to give you it.

You looked at him like a sibling but Dick saw you as anything but.

"So, what do you think?"

You twirled around, lips widening into a bright smile. The black dress draped over you, sheer from below your breasts to your toes, hugging your figure. If it weren't for the black underwear you were wearing, everything would be on show.

"You like it?" You asked, raising your eyebrow teasingly.

Dick's jaw clenched as he took you in with hungry eyes because it wasn't him you were looking at with that beautiful smile, it was Jason.

"You look great," Jason huffed, laughing at you. He put his arm out for you to take. "Can we go now?"

Dick was quick to step in the way, taking your hand in his as he pulled you towards the door. "Let's go."

The car journey was long especially with the heavy arm around your shoulder holding you firmly in place.

All the others chatted, barely noticing your situation as they got excited for the Gala. But how could you be excited when Dick was acting like this?

"Don't stray far from me tonight," Dick whispered, lips brushing your ear. He chuckled as you shivered, taking pleasure in the way you cowered from him. "I need you close. Who knows what could happen?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine," you replied, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "It's just a charity event."

"If you're closer to me, I can protect you," he replied, pressing a soft kiss to the side of your face. "I just want to protect you."

His gaze softened on you, tugging at your heart strings as you said, "I know, Dick."

"You look amazing tonight," Dick gleamed, face an inch from yours. His breath fanned against your face and you gulped, having no where to back away. "Fucking, beautiful."

"Dick-" you were cut off by his lips on top of yours, smothering you in a kiss.

The car had stopped, Dick's lips leaving yours as he gently pressed his forehead against yours.

"Come on love birds," Tim mocked, stepping out of the car.

"We're coming," Dick told him, smirking at you before exiting the car.

When you stepped out, Dick's hand was waiting for you to take it and you did, not wanting to make a scene in front of so many people. That's how you stayed all night, a quiet girl holding onto Dick's arm as he paraded around the room. He used to call you his little mouse, so quiet and fragile when you entered the manor.

"She isn't feeling well. We're going to head back now."

You must of been out of it, finally tuning into the conversation once you heard that.

"Really?" Jason asked, taking you in.

"Really," Dick stated, stepping closer to Jason.

"I think she can answer for herself," Jason said, looking down at you. "Y/N?"

"What?" You were baffled not sure what had been said.

"You don't have to go with him. You can stay here," Jason told you, eyes pleading with you to listen to him.

"She isn't feeling well," Dick snapped back, pushing his chest up against Jason. "She wants to go home."

They were getting in each others faces, drawing attention to the themselves.

Your hand pushed in between them and you pulled Dick away as you smiled at Jason. "I'm just feeling restless. These events take it out of me, you know."

"You don't have to go." Jason was trying as hard as he could but you knew what you were going to pick at the end of the day.

"Have a good rest of your night," you smiled, rubbing his cheek softly before walking away.

Dick practically dragged you out of the party, quick to get you in the car and back to the manor. He was cold in the car ride back, eyes focusing on anywhere but you.

"Dick," you called out, hand brushing his thigh as you tried to grab his attention. "Talk to me."

He couldn't look at you even the slightest thought of you was sending his body into over drive. His cock was straining in his trousers, making it hard to think about anything over than what he was planning to do with you once you got through those doors.

"You're freaking me out," your voice came out shaky, hand resting against his chest.

That same hand was used to yank you out of the car once you pulled up to the manor, taking you in. His grip was harsh, almost bruising, and his pace was so quick it had you tripping on the steps, grazing your knee in the process.

"Dick," you hissed, ripping your arm out of his grip. "Would you stop?"

But when you gazed up at him, there was none of the Dick that you knew there. His dark eyes were blown out, staring at you if you were his pray and he was your predator.

He threw you up over his shoulder, carrying you into the manor with you hitting at his back to no avail.

"Dick, put me down," you squealed, trying to wriggle from his grip. "Put me down."

When he finally put you down, it was to throw you onto a bed, his bed.

You drew your legs up to your chest, crawling to the back of the bed to get away from him.

"You want this," Dick stated, undoing the buttons of his suit. He was peeling away at his suit, rushing to get it off. "You could have stayed at that gala with Jason. But you came here with me. You know you want this."

"I just didn't want you to fight," your words came out choked, fear creeping into your bones at how he towered over you. "Or make a scene. I-I-"

"I-I-uh," he mocked you, tearing his shirt from his body. Buttons popped off, flying around the room as he ripped the material off his body, revealing the pure muscle underneath. "You want me to protect you, to look after you. I've done that, haven't I?"

"Yes," you gulped, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. "But I don't want this."

"You've played with me for too long." Dick unbuckled his belt, the sound of it dropping to the floor making you flinch. "And I think it's time I get what I'm owed."

"Dick, please." You were frozen on the bed, knowing that there would be no point in fighting back. Tears stained your puffy cheeks as you wiped them away furiously, cowering by the pillows.

His lips attached to yours within a second, hand gripping the back of your hair as he drew you closer. You didn't fight against it but you didn't reciprocate either, sitting like a statue as you let his lips mould into yours.

You gasped when he yanked your head back, tugging on your hair as he made you look at him. There was an anger to him, teeth grinding against each other as he spoke, "You're fine. Stop crying and enjoy this. Otherwise it will get worse for you."

Did he just threaten you? Dick had never threatened you before.

When his lips crashed against yours again, you kissed back, even opening your mouth to allow his tongue to invade it. You couldn't even deny how soft his lips were against yours. How the kiss felt like the perfect mixture between rough and gentle. How your stomach stirred when he pressed against you even if you didn't want it too.

"Fuck," he murmured breathlessly, lips trailing down your neck. His hands were grabbing against your sides, gripping your hips harshly as he pulled you closer. You didn't even know why you did it but your legs opened willingly for him allowing him more space to get closer to you. "Good girl, learning quickly aren't you?"

His hands ripped your clothes off, your dress hanging off your body in tattered pieces once his hands were done with it. Then his lips were on you again, nibbling and licking at the skin of your breasts as he marked his territory.

"You're so beautiful." Dick gazed down, admiring the work that he had just begun creating. One of his hands shifted from your hips, slipping in the waistband of your underwear.

You couldn't help your reaction, instantly retracting from him at the feel of his fingers on your skin there. You could feel yourself forcing down a sob as it started to sink in what was actually about to happen.

"It's okay, baby," he purred at you, chuckling at your broken expression as his fingers slid into your panties. His fingers forced their way in, making you gasp as his fingers pressed against your folds. "You're soaked."

The way he smirked at you as if he had won some sort of game between you.

All you wanted was to slap that smile off his face, fight against him and the way your panties were clinging to your pussy from all the juices there. His fingers yanked the material down before pushing his fingers inside you in one thrust.

"That hurts," you hissed, grabbing his wrist hoping to push him back.

"I need to open you up a bit." Dick's voice lowered, licking his lips as he stared between your legs. His thumb came up as he dragged it over your clit, circling it. "Can't just go in straight away. Not when you're a virgin."

Your eyes looked up, widening at him. No one knew that you were a virgin so how did he know.

"I couldn't hurt you like that."

Didn't he already know how he was hurting you?

His fingers curled inside you, hitting a spot you had never felt before and the moan that escaped your lips had him grinning ear to ear. He repeated the motion, hoping to get you to make the sound again. But you bit on your bottom lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. He pulled his fingers out of you and the growing tension in your stomach stopped suddenly.

"You're making this more difficult than it needs to be," Dick huffed, growing angrier at your reluctance. "I'm tired of waiting."

With one move you were pulled down to your back, Dick kneeling between your legs as he pushed the material of his boxers down. His cock sprung against his stomach, thick and longer than you could imagine. The tip leaked with pre cum, painting his abs as it stated at you angry and red.

This was really happening.

"We can stop this," you pleaded with Dick, trying to pull yourself up from the bed. His body hovered over yours, caging you in. "I won't tell anyone what happened and we can just pretend-"

"This is going to hurt."

The words were followed with a hand pressed against your mouth and you didn't realise why until he slammed his cock in. Even through his hand your scream couldn't be muffled, feeling the sharpest pain as your virgin walls were forced apart by him.

"It will feel better in a second. Trust me."

He rested his head against yours, lips brushing the back of his own hand as he finally started to move. You could tell he was holding back, softly rocking his hips back and forth so your walls would accommodate his size. He grinded his teeth against one another, jaw tensing as he kept himself in control.

"You feel so good."

You couldn't even deny it as your eyes rolled back and you sighed into his hand, you were feeling the pleasure taking over. Your walls were accepting him, his cock massaging your walls and keeping you full as pushed himself in and out. He knew you were starting to enjoy it, moving his hand to the side so he could finally hear the uneven breaths fall from your lips.

Dick couldn't help but watch you as you crumbled apart underneath him. His hand cupped the side of your face, caressing your wet cheeks with his thumb. His pants matching your sighs as you became lost in him.

"I've got you," he reassured you, pushing your hair out of your face. "I'll make you feel so good."

He didn't lie.

His hips rolled up into yours, hitting you at a new angle that made you moan for him. You could tell he was proud of himself as he smiled proudly, teeth winking at you. "You like that, baby?"

"Dick," you whimpered, unable to control yourself as your walls clenched around him. Your hands grabbed onto his arms, nails digging in to ground yourself as his pace got fast. "N-No." your words became lost as his thrusts picked up, hips slapping against yours in a brutal pace.

"I wish you could see yourself," Dick groaned, pressing kisses to your face. "Making such a mess in my bed."

You couldn't help but cling to him as you felt his cock slam into you repeatedly, pushing you over the edge finally. The noises that you made were foreign to your ears, loud and lewd as your walls squeezed him for dear life. It was intense and you were so dazed you couldn't even form a coherent sentence.

All you could think about was him, your Dick.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum."

The words hit your ears but they didn't sink in until...

"I can't wait to paint your pretty pussy."

You wanted to scream at him not to but his lips were already smashed against yours, stoping you from saying anything.

He was throbbing inside you and as much as you despised it, your hips were lifting to meet his. It wasn't long before he was spilling inside of you, moaning into your lips at the feeling. You were sobbing at the last few thrusts, a complete wreck underneath him at the way he was making you feel.

"Dick I-" you words were strangled in your throat as you gazed up at him, feeling conflicted by the look in his eyes.

"Hmm," he hummed, rubbing his nose against yours. That dark look had faded from his eyes and now he stared at you with pure adoration, stirring your stomach in ways that it had never felt before.

"Nothing," you whispered, shaking your head.

"Whatever you say angel," he breathed in your ear, nuzzling himself in your neck as he kept himself buried inside you.

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weirdthinkingdragon · 3 months

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Yandere Druid

I'm not very knowledgeable when it comes to druids (or anything really DnD yet), so if it's wrong or not possible I'm sorry.

yandere druid x gn reader

warnings: threats, party deaths, a bit darker than I usually go with yanderes

not proofread

Thinking about a yandere druid who uses their ability to shift into animals to stay on you so you can't ever leave them.

He just kinda clung onto your party when you and your party were resting at a tavern for a while. None of you really thought anything about it, and were fine with it from a druid possibly being useful.

Gradually however, you and your party start to notice how... unnerving he tends to be. Of course with him being a druid he could just be talking to bugs or something. You and your party know next to nothing about them so that's the best guess. But the whisperings and mumblings at night kept especially you up a lot. Mostly from always ending up stuck closest to him. You could never sneak up and try to hear what he was talking with the possible bugs or something about. He always seemed to know and stop mumbling by the time you got close enough.

Eventually it came that the party wanted him out of the group. They couldn't stand it any longer. He was creepy, but that seemed a bit far. But you really can't go against a group of people, and have a priority of them from being the leader.

Just to be decent though, you tell them one final night, and drop him off at the nearest tavern in the morning. They begrudgingly accepted your term.

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In the morning it was quiet. Too quiet. Usually the rattling of armor could be heard as two of them always get up insanely early to do practice exercises.

You sit up and look around. They're all still sleeping. A stinging pain is on your right leg. Removing your blanket shows what seems to be a bite wound with two prominent holes. Shit, isn't that a venomous snake bite???

The sound of coming footsteps made you look to see the druid running back towards your camp. A pouch is in his hand. He pulls out one with a deep purple liquid and passes it to you.

"It's a vial to make you immune to the venom until it gets through your system! Now hurry, drink it!" He seems out of breath, but how did he get the potions so soon? With how manic he was there was a feeling you shouldn't drink it. You look doubtfully at the vial while he opens the mouth of one of the other party members and pours a different colored one into their mouth.

He looks back at you with a glare.

"drink it!!" His sound of urgency makes you comply without another second thought about it.

It takes only a few moments for the pain to reside. You also suddenly feel really... refreshed? What all else was in there? That wasn't just to help the venom, you're sure of it. A bad feeling sinks deep in your body.

The giant smile that quickly grew on his face made it all the worse.

"What was in that??"

He walks right up to you and keeps a hand on your right shoulder, as if fearing you'd run. "Well, it can't be undone now, so I'll tell you! I basically just gave you the lives of the other party members. They didn't deserve it anyways~"

He what!?

"Why!?"

"They were so annoying, trying to push me away from you. Have you noticed they've been trying to get me out of here from the start?"

A bit, but you genuinely thought they just needed to warm up to him.

He yanks your body close to his. "Your lifespan will be so much longer now too!"

You try to squirm away and run for it. His strength is surprisingly strong as he tightens his grip like a constrictor.

"Ah, ah, ah! don't try to get away now~ I finally have you all alone. And I'm not letting this sweet victory go so soon." He leans to be right by your ear. "And if you even dare trying to leave me, I've got many ways to make sure you'd never be able to even walk again."

That was a threat that you could tell he'd really act up on.

He claps his hands together. "Oh! also you can leave this stuff behind. I already got better stuff waiting at the inn I signed us up in for a couple days, and got us better equipment! That way you can be more comfortable as we get to finally have time to get to know each other more without pests in the way."

You're still thinking of ways to get out of this and run from him.

"oh, and one more thing. Just so you don't dare get any ideas of leaving me, I'm going to be on you and guide you the way there."

You don't like snakes anymore.

Before you can wrap your head around that, he shifts into a medium-sized venomous snake and coils up from your feet to be around your neck, wrapping loosely around it. It's the same venomous snake you said was gorgeous before and asked him to turn into before so you could safely feel the scales of it and see the colors very up close.

He tightens when you go to grab him. Not enough to strangle you, but the threat is there loud and clear.

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jessybarnes · 2 years

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Love Dust

Title: Love Dust

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 2,245

Tags: SMUT, Angst, fluff, sex pollen, kink: harder, find the cure, arguing, sexual tension, minor injuries, masturbation, mutual masturbation, wall sex, unprotected sex, choking, biting, oral sex (female receiving), kissing, multiple orgasms, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it but please let me know if I forgot something.

Written For: @kinktober2022 , @buckybarnesbingo , and @badthingshappenbingo

Square(s) Filled: Sex Pollen for Kinktober // B2 - Kink: Harder for Bucky Barnes Bingo // O1 - Find The Cure for Bad Things Happen Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

"Bucky? Hey, Buck can you hear me?"

You were partnered with the super soldier on the most recent mission, and things started out bad and kept getting worse.

The two of you didn't really get along, to begin with. Add that to the fact that neither of you agreed with the other's decisions, and well, that's how you ended up here, in this dark, dilapidated room.

The walls are cement, the floor is concrete, there are no windows, and the only light is coming from a little vent on the wall by the steel door.

Neither of you is restrained, but you're a hundred percent certain the door is locked. Instead of wasting your time trying to pry it open, you decide to check on Bucky. After all, he's the one with super soldier serum running through his veins, and with his super strength and metal arm, he's your best bet at getting out.

You crouch down and brush his shoulder-length hair out of his face. He really is beautiful, but you'd never tell him that to his face. He'd never let you live that confession down.

He's got a pretty gnarly gash above his eyebrow but other than that, he's unscathed. Well, from what you can immediately determine anyway. You gently roll him onto his back and press two fingers to his neck to check for a pulse.

Okay, so at least he's not dead.

His chest rises and falls and you can't help but run your fingers over his silver hand. The metal is cool and you flatten his palm to look at the intricate grooves. You've always been fascinated with the inner workings and design of his prosthetic, but never had a chance to look at it up close. Until now.

"The fuck are you doing?"

You jump and scoot back to give him some room, "sorry… you were out cold and I couldn't get you to wake up."

He raises an eyebrow, "so you decide the best way to do that is to play with my metal hand?"

"Just shut up and help me get us out of here."

Bucky sits up and looks around. He doesn't remember much other than the stubborn tactics that got the two of you surrounded by Hydra agents.

He stands and rolls the sleeve of his red Henley up to expose his metal forearm before gripping the door handle.

"You should probably stand back."

You roll your eyes, "I'm fine. Would you just do it already? I'm hungry and want to shower."

He shrugs and gives the handle a hard tug. Nothing happens so he fixes his stance and uses both arms to pull as hard as he can.

You stand and watch with your hands on your hips. Even though his efforts didn't work it was still nice to admire his back and arm muscles flexing. Just because you think Bucky's insufferable doesn't make him unattractive. You're only human.

"Good try and all, but I don't think the door's gonna budge."

Bucky sighs and lowers himself onto the floor again, the back of his head resting against the wall. Out of all the people he could have been trapped in a ten-by-ten empty room with it just had to be you.

He's honestly not sure what Fury sees in you. Sure you're skilled in combat and can hold you're own on missions. He'd be lying if he said you weren't pretty, but your arrogant personality rubs him the wrong way. It's just like that saying goes, you can't have everything.

"So, any ideas?"

He doesn't even bother opening his eyes.

"Not unless you got a way to bust through that thick, steel door."

"So, we're just supposed to sit here then?"

Bucky sighs, a twinge of annoyance hints in his tone. "Well, seeing as there's only us in here, and I'm the only one who would have been able to open the door, I don't see how we can do anything else."

"That's really helpful," you deadpan. He grunts and you roll your eyes. You watch him from the opposite wall. He's always so nice to everyone else at the compound. Granted he doesn't talk that much or participate in the parties that Tony holds, but he never seems unpleasant with anyone else. So why is he that way with you?

You can't put your finger on it, and so long as you are stuck in this tiny ass room with him you're going to figure out why.

"What's your deal?"

Bucky cracks an eye open and subtly tilts his head toward you, "excuse me?"

"Why are you always such a dick to me?"

He snorts and shakes his head, "I'm not getting into this with you, Y/N. My head hurts, I'm tired, and I'm not in the mood to open this can of worms right now."

You open your mouth to respond, but before you can a hissing noise catches both of your attention. You look at the vent and begin to panic at the sight of a pale yellow mist flowing out.

"Bucky? What the fuck is that?"

"I…don't know…but whatever it is it can't be good."

He stands and goes to pull on the door handle again, but to no avail. The dust-like substance floats in front of his face and he stumbles back, his body becoming overwhelmed with heat.

"Bucky?!"

He collapses onto all fours, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He's hot all over, and even though he hears you call out to him, he can't focus on anything but the thick, molten heat pooling in his groin.

Once he can finally catch his breath he realizes something else.

He can smell you.

Bucky grits his teeth and tries so hard to ignore the intoxicating scent of your arousal. It's surrounding him, and he can't help the tent forming in his jeans. He's hard and leaking, his cock begging to be touched, and it's taking everything in him to keep himself from tearing your clothes off and pounding it into your tight, wet heat.

You slowly get closer to him avoiding the yellow dust as best as you can. He's doubled over like he's in serious pain, and even though the two of you don't see eye to eye it doesn't mean you want him to suffer.

Your hand gently touches his shoulder and he immediately whips his head around to look at you, your eyebrows shooting up in shock.

Bucky's unrecognizable. His skin is flushed, his pupils are dilated, and his nostrils flare as his lip curls upwards. He looks absolutely feral and you aren't sure if it's because he wants to kill you or if he wants to devour you.

He stands and turns to you, his shoulders moving up and down as he breathes. His fists clench at his sides and he inhales deeply, groaning as he closes his eyes.

"You smell so fucking good, Y/N…"

"Bucky?" You hold your hands up as he stalks toward you, "please…y-you don't have to do this!"

He backs you into the wall and plants a hand on either side of you. His face lowers down to yours and you turn your head to cower away. You're unsure what his motive is. Is he going to eat you? Is this some sort of cannibalistic dust that infects the people that ingest it?

Bucky leans into your neck, his nose dragging along your throat as he breathes in again.

"Mmm, wanna taste you…"

You push on his chest but it's no use. Trying to move him away is like trying to move a brick wall.

There's no where for you to go. Bucky's blocking you from the front and the dust is slowly surrounding you from both sides.

The first flakes of it dance across your face and it's like you've been dipped in a sea of lava. Your back arches off the wall and your panties immediately become soaked through. The throbbing between your legs is so intense that you can't even think straight.

One of your hands slides into your panties and you immediately push two fingers inside of yourself. It does nothing to soothe your need for release, but you just can't stop.

Bucky growls and nearly tears his own off so he can fist his cock. He thrusts into his hand as he watches you, his eyes wild and primal.

Your orgasm comes suddenly and you cry out as slick covers your hand. Bucky’s isn't far behind, seemingly endless ropes of cum bursting from his tip.

Although it felt good, reaching your high did nothing to satiate the unbearable ache in your core. You rub fast circles on your clit while Bucky strokes up and down his still leaking cock.

"Bucky," you whine desperately, his eyes fierce as he looks down at you, "i-it won't stop…"

Bucky closes his eyes and swallows hard. He can hear how wet you are and the last shreds of his self control are dwindling away.

"Buck, please I-I can't… We need to… to find the cure."

"Fuck!" He growls and drags you down so you're laying on the floor, "gotta taste you, doll. Smell so fucking good."

At this point, you'd let him do anything if it made you feel better. You lift your hips and he strips you, tossing your clothes somewhere behind him. He spreads your thighs apart and curses under his breath.

"Jesus, you're dripping all over the floor, baby."

You whimper and circle your clit again, but he swats your hand away.

"Please!" You beg. "Just please do something. I can't take much mo-OH, FUCK!"

Bucky dives between your legs like a starved man. He uses his thumbs to spread you open, his tongue diving into your soaked cunt. He's relentless as he licks and sucks your pussy, bringing you closer and closer to your second orgasm.

You're practically crying from how intense it feels and when he slips his tongue inside of you, it hurdles you over the edge. Bucky doesn't stop, his low groan vibrates through your core and makes you scream and squirt all over his face.

"Bucky! Bucky oh, my g- oh, fuck! Baby please!"

He finally lets you go and pulls his face away so he can look at you. His chin is shining from your cum and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen. There's still a dull, pounding heat and your eyes fill with tears as your hand works its way to rub your clit again.

"B-Bucky…"

He shushes you and lifts you into his arms, "shh, I've got you, doll. I know, I know it hurts, but I'll make it better, okay?"

You nod and grab onto his shoulders as he pushes you against the wall. His kiss is needy and rough as his cock stretches your pussy.

Bucky can't fuck you fast enough. He's never been more feral for anyone than he is right now. His body pins you to the wall, his mouth ravishes your exposed skin in open-mouthed kisses, and the way your velvety cunt pulls him in is intoxicating.

"Oh, baby," he groans deeply, "you feel so fuckin' good… taking my cock so well…"

"Harder, Bucky!" You cry out and throw your head back, his metal hand coming up to close around your throat.

"Yeah, princess? You need me to fuck this little pussy harder?" He grips your side with his free hand, his hips pistoning upward with reckless abandon. "I'm gonna ruin you, doll. No one else will ever fuck you like this."

"Oh, shit! Bucky! I-I'm gonna cum! You're gonna make me cum oh, my god!"

He squeezes your throat a little tighter and kisses you vigorously, "yeah, that's it, pretty girl…cum…cum all over my cock."

His words are like a trigger, sending you over the edge for a third time, and it's intensity makes little spots dance in your vision. Bucky's release is right behind yours, his legs shaking as he cums with an animalistic shout.

Bucky pants wetly against your lips and lets his metal arm slide down to grab your other hip. He turns around and sinks down to the floor with you in his lap, his cock slowly softening inside of you.

Your still shaking as you lay limp in his arms, his fingertips rubbing lightly up and down your back. It's quiet other than your breathing and you realize that you finally feel relief.

You raise your head to thank him, but before you can, the door is blown off its hinges and hits the wall behind you making you jump.

Bucky wraps his flesh arm protectively around you and raises his metal one to block the debris. He pulls you off of him and stands to put himself between you and whatever’s behind the dissolving dust. Naked or not, he won't let anyone hurt you.

"Buck? Oh, thank god we found y-...wait, why don't you have clothes on? What's going on?" Steve gazes from him, to the yellow pollen-like substance on the floor, and back to Bucky. He's thoroughly confused until he notices you behind his best friend. He shakes his head and chuckles to himself.

"I don't know what happened in here, but whatever it was I'm glad you two aren't at each other's throats anymore. The tension was getting to be too much, so I guess all I have to say is…

It's about damn time."

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aceviscontiswife · 1 year

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hi!! If you're taking requests I was wondering if you could write about Ghostface x (preferably male) killer!reader who is basically a yandere for him and Ghostface finds out because a survivor was crying to the others because reader tortured them for "stealing their man" aka just getting "too close". It would be nice if there was smut but even just ghosties reaction would be fine :)

You're Mine || Danny Johnson

I really enjoyed this! I've never written anything yandere (or male x male) so I apologize for any mistakes I might've made. I hope you enjoy, I had so much fun writing this! P.S., k/n = killer name

Amab! reader. Warnings: killer!reader, sub!Danny, dom!reader, face-fucking,fucking against a tree, spit as lube, fingering, yandere reader, reader is VERY possessive, marking, names such as pet, baby, sweetheart, etc.

"It was...terrifying..." Came quietly from a very distressed Renato, who was trying his best to focus on repairing the generator whilst he spoke. Even while crouched behind the corner of killer shack, eavesdropping on the survivors, Danny could tell Renato was crying. It took all of his strength to stay quiet, to not burst out laughing at the scene before him.

"Why didn't he just kill you? The k/n's never had a problem with killing me..." Danny's brow raises at the mention of your name. You were ruthless, efficient, and scaringly handsome. Danny had no shame in admitting that he liked you, that the mere thought of you had his body heating up. Danny could kill the survivors later, for now, Danny was stuck listening to Renato retell his encounter with you.

"He said I- I was too close to Danny..? I don't know any survivors named Danny..." Renato's voice was shaky, almost inaudible, but Danny had heard him loud and clear. Beneath his mask, Danny was grinning wildly. It was as if his deepest, darkest desires were coming to life right before his eyes. It only got better when Meg, who had been listening to Renato the entire time, stopped repairing the generator and looked at Renato with a look of sheer terror.

"Renato... Danny is Ghostface... k/n was talking about Ghostface." Danny bites his lip to hold back a groan as a wave of arousal spreads through his body. He would definitely be confronting you about this later.

Renato and Meg seemingly abandon the generator, now staring at each other, frozen in fear. "He... I- The things he did to me... All because I.. It doesn't make any sense..." Renato could barely form words, fidgeting with his hands as a tear rolls down his cheek. Meg stood in silence, but the look on her face told Danny everything he needed to know. He was satisfied with what he had learned about you, and steps out from behind his hiding spot, chuckling.

"It doesn't have to make sense." Danny mocks, reveling in the sheer terror that Renato felt as Danny began walking towards him with his bloodied knife pointed towards the survivor. Once he killed this team, he'd be sure to pay you a visit.

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"Why are you doing this to me?!" Cries out Kate, blood gushing out of a nasty looking gash on her forehead. It was quite the sight to see, especially since Kate had it coming to her. "You know why." You had caught wind that Kate had been seen trying to suck up to Danny, and it set you off. Danny was yours, not hers. Who does Kate think she is, messing with your man? You'd make sure she learned, though. Just like you taught Renato.

"I-I just wanted hatch!" You scoff, rolling your eyes as you look down at Kate, a twisted smirk on your face. "You should've been better, then." Kate's eyes go wide as you bring your knife up again, and she begins to all but beg for her mercy. "Please- Don't hurt me! I-I just wanted to escape!" You ignore her, taking a step closer to her. Your knife was stained with Kate's blood, but that wasn't enough for you. A psychotic... disgusting...whore like Kate deserved to suffer, and you were going to make sure she did.

Kate's screams fill the room as you get to work. You would say the sounds of her choking on her own blood was music to your ears, but nothing could beat the husky voice that belonged to Danny. Speaking of, you were going to find him just as soon as you were done settling this, and make sure once and for all that no one messed with your love ever. again.

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Danny's quiet, near silent footsteps echo throughout the woods, his cloak rustling in the wind as he made his way to your shack. Little did he know, you were headed straight for him, still covered in Kate's blood with your knife now discarded. You could hardly think, your mind overflowing with rage and possessiveness.

When you came into Danny's view, he could immediately sense something was up. You'd never looked like...this. A part of him thought you looked hot as fuck, and the other part was scared of you. You were absolutely drenched in blood, stopping mere inches from Danny. You look down at Danny, and right as he begins to speak, you shoot into action. You rip off his mask and smash your lips against his in a possessive, steamy kiss.

Danny moans into the kiss, and that only sets you off even more. A wave of pride courses through you. You were causing Danny to make such sweet sounds... you. No one else. Danny's hands bury themselves in your hair, tugging lightly. Only separating from Danny's lips to take a breath, you push him back against a tree, your hands trailing down his arms and grabbing his wrists.

“Fuck… Happy to see me?” Danny chuckles, separating from the kiss to catch his breath. You don’t respond, pressing him against the tree even harder. Danny groans softly, his cock twitching as he begins to get hard. “What- What brought this on…?” His voice was strained, his eyes half-lidded as he spoke.

“Survivors don’t know their fucking place. You’re mine. No one else owns you—Fuck… only me. I’m gonna make sure everyone knows that.” Danny can’t help but moan at your words, now fully erect as his dick strained uncomfortably against his pants. He leans his head back against the tree, his eyes closing. “Please…” Danny’s voice was soft; this was a side of him you had never seen before, and it only made you want to keep going. Like Danny, you were near desperate to free your member from the confines of your clothes. You wanted to fuck him senseless right here, against the tree, where you could easily be caught if someone were to walk through here.

“Please what? Use your words, Danny…” You let go of his wrists, taking a step back and crossing your arms. The knowing grin on your face was driving Danny wild and you knew it.

“Please… fuck- Please just fuck me already.” Your brow raises, you were surprised by Danny’s bluntness. You chuckle quietly, shaking your head. “Was that a demand?” Your voice was low, and you take a small step towards Danny, looking down at him. You could see his obvious bulge, and you were certain he could see yours as well. “You listen to me, sweetheart, not the other way around.”

Danny nods, shocked by his own submissiveness. His gaze travels from your face to your chest, and finally to the growing bulge in your pants. You weren’t going to be small, that much was obvious. “S-Sorry…” You can’t help but laugh as Danny apologizes, a feeling of pride rushing through you. He was completely at your command. Danny fucking Johnson was submitting to you.

“That’s alright, Danny… but I’m still gonna have to teach you who’s in charge.” You pause for a moment, bringing a hand up to Danny’s face and cupping his jaw. Your other hand began to undo your belt as you spoke again. “I want you to suck my fucking dick, got it? Be a good little pet and get on your knees, now.”

Your words sent a shiver down Danny’s spine, and he followed your command almost instantly. He drops to his knees, his eyes going wide as you remove your pants, kicking them aside. Your member strained against your boxers, and it wasn’t long until your boxers joined your pants. Danny stared at your now exposed cock, glancing up at you with wide eyes.

“Take as much as you can. I wanna see you choke on my dick.” Danny nods, wrapping a shaky hand around the base of your cock. You groan softly as Danny presses a kiss to your tip, licking off the precum dripping down your dick. “Stop teasing.” You command, bringing a hand down and grabbing a fistful of Danny’s hair.

Danny takes your tip into his mouth, not breaking eye contact with you as he begins to bob his head slowly. “What did I-“ You shove Danny’s head down harshly, forcing him to take a majority of your length. “Fucking. Tell. You?” Your hips jerk, a groan escaping your lips as you feel Danny gag and choke on your cock. His nails are digging into your thighs, his eyes screwing shut as tears welled in them.

You were relentless, your loud moans and grunts filling the dark forest as you fucked Danny’s face. “God— yes… Your mouth feels so good, baby.” Danny moans at your words, tears rolling down his cheeks as the tip of your dick hit the back of your throat with each of your thrusts. He’d never been with anyone like you before… he was loving this new experience more than he wanted to admit. Danny bobs his head faster, taking you as deep as he possibly could.

“Fuck- you just want me to cum in your mouth, don’t you? You wanna feel my hot cum in your mouth, hmm?” Danny’s eyes snap open, and he meets your gaze with a pleading look in his eyes. You knew exactly what he wanted… which is why you pulled out of his mouth, chuckling as Danny coughed and panted for breath. He whines, his brows furrowing as the lustful hue in his eyes switches to one of confusion.

“Oh, baby… I’m gonna cum in your ass first. I gotta let everyone know who you belong to, don’t I?” You hold out your hand, offering to help Danny stand up. He takes your hand, and as soon as he’s standing, you turn him around and press him against the tree. “Fuck—!” Danny curses, but you shush him by placing your finger against his lips. “Quiet. Save that pretty voice for when you’re screaming my name.” Danny looks back at you, moaning softly as you begin to undo his pants.

“Look at you… moaning so sweetly and I haven’t even touched you yet.” You rest your head on Danny’s shoulder, undoing his pants and letting them pool around his ankles. “Do you want me to touch you, babe? Do you want me to fuck you?” You ask, pressing your lips against Danny’s neck. “Yes… god yes, Y/n…” You chuckle at his answer, your fingertips trailing over his clothed erection. Danny squirms under your touch, bracing himself against the tree with his hands. “Please…”

You slip a hand under his boxers, gathering some precum off of the tip of his cock. Danny hisses, moaning quietly. You slip your hand out of his boxers, bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking the precum off of them. Your free hand pulls down Danny’s boxers, wrapping around his dick as soon as it was free from his boxers. Danny moans loudly, his head falling back against your shoulder.

"You sound so pretty... all of this, just for me."

"Please, Y/n... I need you.." Danny's voice was quiet, but the lust and yearning behind it was evident. He looked so desperate, his hips jerking up into your hand... You couldn't keep him waiting any longer, could you? You pull away from Danny, spitting on your middle and index fingers and pressing them against his hole. "You ready?" Danny nods in response, gasping as your fingers slide into him. "Fuck-- Y/n-!" You gave Danny a moment to adjust to the feeling of your fingers before you began to move them, stretching him out so he could take you easier.

"God- I need you, Y/n! I can take you, just- Please!" You laugh at Danny's words, but you can't ignore the shiver they send down your spine, or the way your dick twitches as a delicious moan escapes his lips. You pull your fingers out of him, pressing the tip of your member against his hole.

"Beg for it." Your command was simple, as well as the breaking point for Danny. "Please, Y/n! I need you to fuck me- I wanna be yours-! Fuck, I need to be- AHH~!" You cut Danny off as you suddenly slide into him, groaning as Danny yells out, his back arching as you set a fast pace, giving him little time to adjust. The forest was filled with the sounds of Danny's moans and skin slapping skin, and you were sure someone had to be onto what you were doing by now.

"If- hah, if someone catches us... I'm gonna break their fucking legs so they can't run and force them to watch me cum in your tight little ass. You- You'd like that, hmm?" Danny nods frantically, unable to form words. You bring a hand to wrap around Danny's member, jerking him off as you thrust into him.

"Gonna mark you up- your pretty neck is gonna be covered with my marks." You pant out, trailing kisses down Danny's neck until you reach his sweet spot, suddenly biting down onto his flesh. Danny moans, his nails digging into the tree so deeply that they were bleeding. The sight was enough to elicit a groan from you as you began to leave marks on Danny's neck, all the way to his collarbone.

"Fuck- Just like that, Y/n-!" Danny already felt so close. He was overwhelmed by all of the pleasure, his eyes screwed shut as he took you. You could tell Danny was close, and if you were being honest, you were too. "Gonna make you mine- Mine." You push deeper, Danny moaning out as your tip hits his prostate. It was getting harder and harder to hold off his orgasm, you could tell simply from the way his cock twitched in your hand that he needed to cum.

"Oh my god- Y/n- I'm gonna cum! Please- don't stop!" You chuckle, keeping up your brutal pace. "Cum with me, Danny." You jerk Danny's cock harder, pushing him to his peak. Danny finishes with a scream of your name, his cum spurting out and onto the tree. You follow behind shortly after Danny, your teeth sinking into his shoulder as your hot cum fills him. "Fuck, Danny... So good." You pant, slowly pumping your cock into him a few more times before pulling out.

You watch as your cum drips out of his ass, a satisfied grin on your face as you gather some on your finger and push it back into Danny, causing him to yelp and squirm against your touch.

"You're mine, Danny. All mine."

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #dbd smut #ghostface x y/n #ghostface #danny johnson dbd #danny johnson smut #ghostface smut

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madlittlecriminal · 10 months

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Promit list 4 and number one, please, with Marc spector and fem reader.

Nobody but You ☾ Marc Spector × Female!Reader

1K Celebration! Prompt List Masterlist

Prompt List 4, Prompt #1: "Baby no!" - "Baby yes!"

Warnings: mention of the suit

I Don't Care by Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber definitely helped me lol

To say you took out Marc's fun side was an understatement. Whenever he was with you, he didn't care who was around. You made him the happiest man alive, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

You've been wanting to go to the carnival for a while, so he decided to make it a date. So, there you were, his arm wrapped around your shoulders with a cotton candy in hand walking to the ferris wheel since you told him it was one of the few spots you could see the view an enjoy some peace and quiet.

However, your eyes spotted a big white dragon and gasped. "What happened?" Marc asked before his eyes followed yours and he chuckled. "You want the white dragon?" You nodded. "It reminds me of your suit." You whispered while looking up at him. He shook his head with a smile. "Baby, you could cuddle me anytime you want. Why would want the dragon?" You giggle. "You could spray your cologne on it, and it'll be like you're there when you're not." He hated that you could make him give in so easily...actually that was a lie, he loved it.

"What game is it and I'll see if I can win it for you." You squealed and sped walk towards the booth so his arm wouldn't leave your shoulders. When you got there, you saw it was a test your strength game. "Well, that's not cliche at all." Marc mumbled causing you to roll your eyes with a smile. "Oh relax. You said you'd get me the dragon." He shook his head. "Not with this game." You glared at him. "Yes, with this game!" He shook his head, and you crossed your arms. "Why not?" He chuckled. "Baby, it's cliche as hell!"

"So?!" He sighed. "If there's another dragon elsewhere, I'll get you it, but not with this game." You groaned. "Please?" He shook his head. "But it's a white dragon!" Marc crossed his arms. "Does it have to be white?" You nodded, causing him to groan. "We'll find another white dragon."

"Baby, no!" Marc gave you a glare. "Baby, yes!" You glared back at him. "Fine. No ferris wheel." You took the cotton candy from his hand and took a piece, letting it melt on your tongue. He groaned. "Fine, I'll try to get you the dragon." You grinned and kissed his cheek. He smiled and brought you closer to the game, giving the guy the money before grabbing the hammer. "Stand back, okay? I don't want to hurt you." You nodded, standing away from him, happily eating the cotton candy. He held the hammer, making the veins on his forearm pop out a bit, causing you to bite your lip. He swung and hit the mark, making it go up and hit the bell. You smirked as the guy gave him the dragon.

He walked over to you and handed you the dragon, taking the cotton candy from your hand. "What's the smirk for?" He asked. You kissed his nose, fixing a curl that fell out when he hit the mark. "That's my man," Marc chuckled and pressed a kiss on your lips. "Now, you promised me a ferris wheel ride." You nodded, holding his free hand as you hugged your dragon, leading him to the ferris wheel.

#marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #marvel #mcu #marvel universe #ask #asks #anonymous #anon asks #anonymous asks #moon knight #moon knight x reader #x reader #anon ask

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sanguineterrain · 2 years

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werewolf eddie that's all (imagine his big ol ears) (imagine they prick up when he sees u) (imagine his stupid puppy-dog eyes) (are you imagining)

i am imagining!!! i am imagining werewolf eddie being even more conspicuous about his affection for you. like, with the ears and the general hyper puppy demeanor, it's so obvious who eddie's got a soft spot for.... and obviously that means I have to write something...

werewolf!eddie x fem!reader. they be crushing on each other <3

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Hellfire is sacred. You know that. You've heard Dustin tell Steve that only a thousand times before, after he kept barging in and "ruining the game."

Dustin's a little dramatic, in your opinion.

But still. You don't want to interrupt their game and you don't want to draw any attention to yourself. You've been trying to play it cool around Eddie Munson for weeks now, after learning his secret. Bursting in with all the grace of a baby deer would undoubtedly undo all your hard work.

So you wait outside. There's nowhere to sit, but that's fine. You can lean on the wall. Nancy had called and asked if you could take Mike and Lucas home instead. You'd happily agreed, because Nancy's a friend.

And okay. You also may or may not want to check that you and Eddie are cool. Humongous crush aside, Eddie being a werewolf isn't nothing. You hope he hasn't been avoiding you.

There's some shouting from inside. You shift your weight and scuff the floor with your shoe. It squeaks against the tile. The yelling stops.

A beat. Then the door swings open. You startle, taking a step back. Eddie's guarded at first, eyes narrowed. When he sees it's you, he breaks into a grin. His big wolf ears are out. He doesn't try to hide when you notice, to your relief.

"Hey, sweetheart," he greets. "Whatcha doin'?"

"Eddie. Um, hi. I was just waiting until your game is done. I'm picking up Lucas and Mike."

"You don't have to wait out there," Eddie tuts, ears twitching. They look soft. You wonder how soft.

"It's okay, I really don't—"

"C'mon, pretty. I don't bite," he says, and tugs you in with the force of someone who doesn't know their own strength.

Wolf things, Dustin had explained. Which told you basically nothing, but whatever.

You stumble in, letting yourself be guided to Eddie's side. He picks up a chair with ease and sets it right next to his throne.

"For you, m'lady," he invites, patting the seat.

Gareth clears his throat. "Eddie, I thought we weren't inviting any—"

"She's my guest," Eddie says, and whatever is in his eyes makes Gareth back down. "I want her here. Everybody capisce?"

The kids know you and wouldn't protest anyway. The rest of the party nods. Eddie smiles at you and offers a hand. His rings glint.

"We're almost done, swear. We're in the enchanted forest." He wiggles his brows. "Fun stuff."

You take his hand and sit. Eddie doesn't let go, so you don't either.

"You got any questions, feel free to ask me, 'kay?" he says.

You nod. "Okay, Eddie."

His ears perk up. He squeezes your fingers, only letting go when whatever he's doing absolutely requires two hands. Other than that, Eddie's glued to you. The spotlight quickly returns to the game and it's honestly like you're not there. But Eddie never forgets your presence. He seeks you out each time, ears turning in your direction to check on you before he confirms with his eyes.

The excitement swells once more. Eddie puts on a show as the dungeon master. You watch quietly, unable to shake your smile.

"As you trek through this forest, you see a castle in the distance. There is a beautiful princess who stands at the gate."

Eddie pauses and takes your hand again, ushering you up. You squeak, shy under all the attention. Eddie grins at you, big, dark eyes bright.

"How will you treat this lovely maiden? With respect, I hope." Eddie slips an arm around your shoulders.

"I try to go around her," Gareth says.

Your ears grow hot. Eddie's smile turns sharp and he rolls the dice.

"Fail. The princess will not be ignored. Tsk tsk. Anyone else?"

"I bow to her and kindly ask her to open the gate," Mike offers, a little nervous.

Eddie hums thoughtfully and rolls the dice.

"Good. She lets you pass. And that's where we must pause our journey, my dear explorers. Our princess has been patient and should not be kept waiting any longer."

The kids groan in protest. Eddie shoots them a look and they settle.

"Please get your stuff, guys," you tell them, and they go obediently to pack their bags.

"So did you like it?" Eddie asks, suddenly in your space.

"Hm? Oh, yes, I did. You tell the story so well!"

Eddie glows at your praise. He leans in like he wants to touch you, but holds himself back. You frown and slip your hand into his. Eddie eagerly takes your other hand too, thumbs brushing over your knuckles.

"Glad you enjoyed," he says. "You're welcome any time, okay? Seriously. No waiting in the hall."

"How'd you know I was out there?"

Eddie points to his ears.

"These bad boys can pick up sounds from miles away. Sometimes I have to cover them just to concentrate, y'know? And I saw a shadow outside the door. Kinda hard not to notice everything. Gotta stay alert."

"People don't bully Hellfire, do they?" you frown.

"Nah. If they do, they go through me."

"But you shouldn't get hurt," you say, frown deepening.

Eddie smiles. "I'm tough, princess. I can take a little tussle."

Maybe it's silly to be concerned, considering Eddie's part wolf. You'd discovered it purely by accident, but Eddie trusts you with his secret. You can trust him now too.

"Okay," you allow. "If you say so."

"Y/N," Mike calls impatiently. Right. The reason you're here.

"I have to go," you say.

Eddie's ears droop, which is so not fair. You wonder if he even realizes he's doing it.

"Understood. Feel free to drop by."

You smile softly, squeezing his hands before slipping away.

"See you 'round, Eddie."

"Till next time, princess."

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #werewolf eddie munson #blurb #inbox #lav tag 💜

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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All Grown Up ~ JJK | 14

✨ title: all grown up | series (completed) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: R/18+ ~ minors dni ✨ genre/au: romance, fluff, angst, friends-to-lovers, humor, banter, smut, age gap, best friends little brother ✨ author's notes: I won't be updating this series on Tumblr. Please continue this series on AO3 or Wattpad. Links below. This fic is inspired by the k-drama, Something in the Rain. ✨ author's notes 2: okay, so i do plan on editing the rest of this series! i just don't know when it'll be done.

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] prev | next ✨ it'll never be the same

✨ chapter 14 ~ we can't do this | wc: 1.4k

When he got home, he excitedly called you to tell you the good news. Little did he know, you had already decided about your relationship and were heading to talk to Yuna. You saw his call and let it go to voicemail. You knocked quietly on Yuna's apartment door and held up a cute white scalloped box as she opened the door.

"I brought a peace offering."

Yuna recognized the cake box you brought, and her eyes lit up. "You're lucky I like cake."

She grabbed the cake and left the door open for you. At least she didn't slam the door in your face. You took it as a good sign. You walked in and pulled up a stool underneath her kitchen counter. The clinking of plates and forks was resounding loudly throughout the kitchen as the silence between the both of you grew. You swear the gulps you took could be heard from the next-door neighbor. Your eyes followed her as she furiously cut a slice of cake to put on the plate.

"Don't take it out on the cake."

"Should I take it out on you instead?" she asked, half-jokingly threatening as she held up the knife.

"Okay--I get it. You're still upset." And Yuna had every right to be. You lied to your best friend and kissed her brother, amongst other things - but she didn't need to know that.

"Yeah, I'm upset. Wouldn't you be if you were in my position?" She roughly slid the slice of cake in your direction. You grabbed your fork and took a small bite of the heavily frosted rainbow cake. You looked over and saw Yuna using her fork to push around her slice.

"I can't remember the last time you were this upset at me."

She looked up and went on to eat her cake.

You cleared your throat, "I want to let you know that I'm not going to pursue whatever this is with Jungkook. I love and respect you and our friendship too much." It was a hard decision, but you'd rather not lose one of your closest friends, and for what? A relationship that probably wouldn't work out?

Yuna's mouth was full while trying to talk. "I already told him I was fine with it." She didn't look up from her cake, continuing to stuff her mouth.

Her response almost made you choke on nothing. "You did what?"

"Jungkook can do whatever he wants. I'm not his mom."

"And you're okay with that?" you asked wide-eyed. You were not expecting this when you came over today. Honestly, you were expecting her to scold you a bit more, maybe even get into a catfight, but in reality, her words would cut you more than her physical strength.

She shrugged. "I don't know yet."

You began chewing on your bottom lip, unsure what to do now. You had a plan and were ready to end everything with Jungkook.

"What are you going to do?" Yuna finally peered up from her cake, which was nearly finished.

"What do you think I should do? What do you want me to do? I'll do whatever you want." Your friendship was more important than a boy, even if it was Jungkook, even if he made you melt or gave you butterflies, which it had been a long time since someone had made you feel that way. But right now, your friendship is more important.

"I know you're going through a hard time right now, and you should sort out your feelings before breaking my brother's heart." The spite and tone in her voice told you that she wasn't okay seeing Jungkook with you, no matter what she said to him.

You silently scoffed. "Wow, that's not passive-aggressive at all. You're assuming I'll break Jungkook's heart."

Yuna set her fork down and crossed her arms. "I'm his sister, and it's my job to protect him."

You understood her position, and you'd probably do the same thing. "No, no. You're right in wanting to protect him. But what about me? Am I just going to be the bad guy in all of this?"

She stood there, unsure how to respond to everything, and you get it. You figured if this came out, it would be a little awkward between the two of you.

"Well...enjoy your cake. I'll see you if you still want to see me."

You reluctantly head towards the door, hoping that she will stop and tell you that she loves the idea of you and her little brother together and that if you guys ever got married, she would be your sister. But that was far from the truth. She let you go without saying anything else.

You were in front of your apartment complex and found Jungkook sitting on the steps with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He looked so sweet and boyfriend-like, and he immediately popped up to greet you.

"Hey! There you are."

You flashed a half smile as he pecked you on the cheek, and you slightly pulled away.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"I just came back from Yuna's."

"Oh--I was just there this morning, and I have some good news! But why do you look so sad? Did something happen? Did she say something to you?"

Your lips were quivering, and tears started to form behind your eyes. Jungkook quickly put down the bouquet and cupped your face.

"Hey--hey–"

Streaks of tears began to fall gently down your cheeks and onto his hands. He wiped them as they came and pulled you into a tight embrace. "I'm so sorry, Jungkook. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry--I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

All you could do was apologize. Apologize for letting yourself get into this situation, apologize for letting yourself fall for him, and now apologize for breaking his heart.

He pulled away, rubbing your arms, then cupped your face again. "Don't apologize. You have nothing to apologize for," he said sweetly, leaving kisses on your cheeks, then he connected his lips with yours. You let him continue because you knew it would probably be the last time you could have him this way.

After being lost in the moment, you gathered yourself and tenderly pulled back from his lips. You longingly gazed into his twinkling doe eyes, trying to capture every last second you could before shattering his heart.

“Jungkook, we can't–”

He interrupted you. "Don't say it. Don't you dare say it."

"We can't do this, Kook. We can't be together."

There it was. You could hear Jungkook's heart shattering into a million pieces along with yours. Your heart began aching and throbbing, and you took it out and stomped on it repeatedly until nothing was left. He stood there speechless and trembling.

"We can make this work, and we haven't even had a chance to try," he said. His eyes were pleading with you, every ounce of him willing to do whatever it took to call you his.

You were trying to smile through your tears and sniffles. "I was naïve enough to think this could all work somehow," you chuckled, "I think I could have loved you, but we'll never know."

Jungkook was upset and frustrated that you weren't even willing to try. "I'm not giving up without a fight."

"Don't make this harder than it already is, Kook," you cried. You had already gone over every possible scenario, and it always ended up with you losing in the end.

"What did Yuna say to you?" he asked sternly, "If you don't tell me, I'll go and find out–"

He tried to walk away, but you pulled him back. "Kook--just let this go. Let me go. I'm not worth all this trouble."

"If you're not going to fight for us, then I will. You are worth all of this, and you're everything to me. Don't you understand that?" His eyes searched yours for answers, and he wondered if you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

"Kook, you don't even know me." It's true he didn't because you only let him see what you wanted him to see about your life. He didn't know about all the struggles you've had with your family, with U-jin, and with your health.

"Of course, I know you. I've known you my whole life, and I've been in love with you since I was eighteen."

You grimaced at his sudden reveal. He wasn't going to let you go so easily, was he? "Don't say that, Jungkook. Don't tell me things like that." How could he love you when you were a complete and utter mess?

"It's true. I love you and am deeply and irrevocably in love with you."

The ache in your heart was carving deeper into your soul. He can't be in love with you.

✨ previous chapter ~ the day he knew

✨ next chapter ~ it'll never be the same

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook romance #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #fic: all grown up #jungkook noona

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xx-spazzie-xx · 1 year

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Another celebration. It was the sixty-eighth one this month.

Bright lights hung from the trees and fireflies flitted through the blades of grass, already wet from the damp night air.

The moon and stars glistened in the dark sky, illuminating the small kingdom below them.

Tables ladened with fruits and refreshments were scattered around the central clearing where monkeys were dancing and joking with each other.

It wasn't really Macaques type of thing, but he had a job to do

He sighs as he bites into the shell of a coconut. He watches Wukong as he slips through the crowds of adoring monkeys, showering him with praises and gifts.

Wukong gave him a look that read, "HELP ME."

Macaque chuckled. The king really should socialize more. Being indoors has made his skin paler and his fur messier. Macaque smoothed back his own fur self-consciously.

After what seemed like hours, Wukong had finally managed to escape from the crowd, running to hide behind macaque, his fur poofing up in all directions.

"What are you doing?" Macaque asked the king. "Go dance. Have fun."

Wukong shivered in response. "No."

macaque rolled his eyes and shifted from in front of wukong. "They haven't seen you in five months. go entertain them."

"Um. No thanks. Can we go back inside now?"

Macaque sighed and scanned the crowd for a young simian looking to be wooed by an impulsive idiot. He pointed to a bronze furred maiden standing in the middle of the clearing, looking lost.

"Dance with her." The shadow instructed.

"I don't want to dance. I want to go back inside."

"Wukong, with all due respect, you're being a brat. i dragged you out here so you could enjoy yourself, so you WILL enjoy yourself."

Wukong scoffed. "You sound like my mother."

"The…rock?"

Wukong miserably sulked over to the girl, who looked a bit stunned at the king asking permission to dance. She accepted his advances nervously.

Macaque heard a voice beside him, "About time he got a mate."

he wheeled around. Excuse me?"

The stranger gestured with his chin towards the golden furred monkey and his less than willing partner. "It's been years since he became king. You'd think a ruler like wukong would be intrested in having a heir."

macaque glared at him. Who was this stranger and why does he care about wukongs love life?

"The king isn't interested. He doesnt want children, and that girl isnt his mate" For some reason the thought made Macaque angry

The man raised his eyebrow. "You think?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Nothing, nothing." the stranger walked off in favor of bothering someone else.

"We should start exiling nosy fuckers like you." Macaque muttered.

"MACAQUE!"

Wukong ran up to him and gripped his arm with enough strength macaque was sure he had broken a few bones.

" Wukong, what is it? where's your partner"

"I um…" The king rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "She left. Went to dance with someone else."

"Oh.. who else would you like to dance with?"

"I dunno, let me just pick one of the boring monkeys dancing over there…You. i want to dance with you. Idiot."

"What?" For once in his life, Macaque was dumbfounded.

"I want to dance with you."

"Very funny, Wukong. Go choose one of the women over there."

"Why? Is it because you want to marry me off as soon as possible?

"I never said that."

"Yeah, but you were thinking it! everyones thinking it! I swear, if one more person comes up to me with their daughter ill-"

"I'll dance with you." Macaque decided. Anything to keep Wukong from throwing a tantrum.

Wukong beamed. "What made up your mind? Was it my charm?"

"No. I just wanted you to shut up."

Wukong stuck his tongue out at him as the shadow led him to the clearing.

"Okay so…how do i do it?" Wukong asked

"...Do what?"

"Dance."

"You're joking" Macaque sighed. "You were dancing fine enough when you were out here with Petunia."

"Petunia?"

"The girl you were dancing with."

"Oh right. Well, she was leading so um…"

"You're hopeless."

The gaurd placed his right hand on Wukong's hip and the other one on his shoulder. He cleared his throat. "I… Don't know how to dance either."

Wukong snickered. "Just.. Move like one of those stuck ups over there." He pointed to a pair of monkeys dressed in frills and poofy dresses. "And you dont need to act all nervous around me. Were friends, right?

Macaque scrunched up his nose. "Right."

As they danced, Wukong made it his duty to scrutinize every guest at the party.

"Did he really come to the party without grooming his fur? He looks like a wet rat. Probably smells like one too."

Macaque spun him around. "Shut up and focus on dancing."

"You're leading. I don't have to do anything."

"Is that what you think? You're too spoiled. I should make you work for your meals from now on."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

"No."

"Yes."

Their faces got closer with each until their lips were merely inches away.

"I want to kiss you" Wukong said

"Hmph. I dont think your suitors would like that." He gestured to the many females glaring at them with nothing less than malice.

"Who cares?"

"Them. Apparently"

"Well I don't care about them. Now kiss me."

Macaque raised an eyebrow. "What did we say about manners, Wukong?"

Wukong puffed up his cheeks and glared at the other. "Kiss me please"

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Macaque smirked. He gave Wukong a small peck on the lips.

"There. You're welcome."

"Wh..What was that?"

"A kiss."

"That's not a kiss. This is."

Wukong pulled Macaque towards him by the collar of his shirt and slammed his lips against his. The dark furred monkey made a surprised noise and slowly pulled away.

"You're welcome." Wukong grinned.

"W-Were not mated."

Wukong frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Only mates kiss like that."

"Okay and?"

Macaques cheeks flushed. "Aren't we… Just friends?"

Wukong blinked slowly. "you kissed me."

"Yeah b-but that was just a friendly kiss! I didn't mean anything by it!"

Macaque was rushing his words now. a nervous habit wukong had noticed when macaque was waiting on him outside the shower reporting incidents that had happened that day.

"Do you want to be mated?" Wukong asked.

The question caught Macaque off guard. He searched Wukongs eyes for the telltale glimmer of mischief they usually held, but he found none.

"I…That would be nice. I dont think your subjects would like that though. They…Aren't too fond of me."

"My monkeys fear the dark,like all rational beings. They don't hate you. they're just scared. I don't know why. You're not very scary."

"Wow, thanks. makes my job so much easier."

The king broke away from the shadow. "I think we should go somewhere else. I can feel their eyes burning into the back of my skull."

"Would you like to raid the pantry again?"

Wukong grinned. "Do you even have to ask?"

#cross posted on ao3 #wanted to post this here as well #shadowpeach #lmk #monkie kid #wukong #sun wukong #macaque #macaque x wukong #au #lego monkie kid

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ihatetheinternetandeveryoneonit · 1 year

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The Gang Meets Kaidan

((T for violence, some blood and unpleasant death of unnamed evil guards))

Kaidan awoke still alive, much to his surprise. He'd hoped his captors had given up trying to squeeze blood from a stone and ended it already; he knew nothing, and they knew it. But even when the prison collapsed and most had vacated, a few Thalmor remained behind with him. They were desperate. Desperate for what, he didn't know.

A noise roused him from his thoughts. Whispers, and he thought he heard a chuckle, too.

“Let's see what our prospector here can do.” A dark voice crooned.

Kaidan felt sick, trying to brace himself for another “session.” Rarely did he ever have a moment to prepare.

Strange, though. Usually the guards spoke in Aldmeri unless they were addressing him. What games were they playing this time?

Another voice grunted, and he flinched as he heard the approaching footsteps. He chastised himself for displaying fear like that. He could hear two people now. One was speaking, the other one—a woman?

"Shhh!" she hissed at the others.

No, he thought. Not another woman interrogator. Not like last time... His whole body tensed. An anger filled his arms with a tiny spark of renewed strength.

Go ahead and come closer, he thought. See what happens.

The barred door swung open, and Kaidan dug his nails into his palms, not even looking up to see who had entered. The footsteps stopped. Then there was silence again, except for the sound of breathing.

"Ahem--"

Kaidan lunged at the visitor. “I'll kill you all myself!!”

To his small satisfaction, she stumbled backwards, smacking the stone floor. Good--about time they got acquainted with it for once.

The others snickered.

“Easy there, friend.” one of them spoke in a low voice, and a distinctly non-altmer accent. “We're getting you out of here.”

Kaidan glanced up at his visitors. It was hard to tell in the dark, but he couldn't see any Thalmor robes. That accent, if anything, was closer to Lleyawin. He had never wandered into Elseweyr or Black Marsh, though. But then again, both were under Dominion rule and he wasn't about to forget it.

“Really, now?” He muttered hoarsely.

The one who had approached him sat on the floor, hooded and cast in shadow. She scoffed.

“Really,” a woman near the back of the group reassured him, then chuckled at the other woman on the floor. “C'mon Enid. We'll make sure he won't bite.”

“Feh!” The woman on the floor scrambled to her knees. She slowly approached him, holding up her hands to the lock. “You'd better not,” she growled in Nordic, but he couldn't quite distinguish the accent.

Kaidan froze, unsure if he was surrendering to a fleeting hope that this wasn't some sick Thalmor ploy.

A light erupted from her hands--pale and cold. An all-too-familiar light, as Kaidan's body reacted of its own accord. Thrashing, screaming, kicking, cursing. He bashed his head into hers before she could even react.

Enid crashed back on the floor, and her magelight extinguished. "By the mists!!” She spat.

Kaidan's heart was still hammering as he tried to gain control of his breath.

“Had a time with mages, haven't you?” one of the group commented.

“I'm done!” Enid hissed from the floor, holding her forehead. “He don't like magic? T'row him a lockpick, he can open t'ose locks with his godsdamned feet!”

“Oh, but Prospector, we're dying to see your alteration in action!” the woman from the back said.

“Well, seems he isn't!” Enid thrust a finger at Kaidan.

Kaidan, still catching his breath, searched for her eyes--something he could try to read off of her, but finding no more than the sharp tip of her nose poking from that hood.

“S-sorry...” he managed, feeling humiliated and weak. “Just...a warning, please.”

“Fine, here goes...” she growled. With a snap of a finger, her magelight ignited once more, illuminating her face under the hood. It was a thin, pale face, with tiny pupils and pressed lips. A few curls poked out of a white cap, but there was nothing else to soften her exasperated gaze, nor the angry red lump growing on her forehead.

“So I can see what I'm doing, alright?” She arched her eyebrows and wiggled her fingers around the light. “The rest is just feeling the lock and moving the parts. Shouldn't hurt unless you're made out of brass.”

Kaidan swallowed and nodded, bracing to tolerate any phobias and condescending remarks if it meant seeing daylight again.

She gingerly scooted back up to him, narrowing her eyes at his tensing muscles. Kaidan tried forcing himself to relax with a shuddering sigh.

She leaned over his shoulder and hovered her hand over his left shackle. He could smell the familiar scent of travel--pine, sweat, and a hint of smoke. It stirred a renewed longing for that long-forgotten freedom--freedom which was strangely so close now. He tried not to think of how he must have smelled to her.

Enid hmmed and clicked her tongue, massaging the lock. He glanced over her shoulder at the rest of the group, a couple of which were still snickering.

Kaidan wasn't all too sure about them--four total: A barely leather-clad Nord woman, a small man drowning in furs, someone covered head to toe in Dunmer armor, and what looked to be a blue Khajiit--must've been the dim light playing tricks on his mind--in threadbare hunter's gear.

“Sorry,” the small man in the furs quipped in a high voice. “We're laughing at her, not you.”

“Why?” Kaidan furrowed his brow.

“SHH!” Enid shushed none-too-politely.

The man shrugged at Kaidan.

She resumed her work on Kaidan's shackles, muttering and huffing. Minutes dripped by painfully, with this woman awkwardly bent around him and his filth, with an amused audience. And as far as he could tell, there was no progress.

“Um,” he gingerly turned his head. “Is everyth--?”

She shot him a look that silenced him.

With renewed focus on his shackle, she leaned in closer. “C'mon, c'mon...” she growled, again in Nordic.

He felt a click in the metal.

Kaidan didn't wait for her help to wiggle his wrist from the chafing iron band. Enid swiveled her waist to face their audience.

“Ta-da.” She said flatly, flourishing her hands at them.

“Nice, very nice,” the dunmer sighed. “I'm sure our client will find you valuable.”

“Hmpf,” she turned back to Kaidan, rolling her eyes, and scooted to his other shackle. She was able to free that one a bit faster this time.

“Thank you,” Kaidan sighed, rubbing his chapped wrists.

She replied with a grunt, rocking back on her feet and dusting off her aproned skirt.

“And I'm sorry...” He switched his speech to Nordic.

“Hm?” her head snapped down at him.

Kaidan awkwardly pointed to his forehead. Hers would certainly carry that mark for a few days.

“Oh, t'at.” She frowned, touching her bump. She spoke more quickly and confidently in Nordic, yet he still couldn't pinpoint her accent. “Well, just don't do it again.”

Kaidan chucked for the first time in what felt like an impossibly long time. “Deal.”

The nord woman led the group into the cell and they quickly circled around. “Name's Sofia,” she crooned with a wink.

Kaidan grimaced, unable to recall when he had last had the chance to bathe. “Kaidan,” he nodded.

He flinched at a finger tap to his shoulder. “And I'm Lucien! Pleased to meet ya!” the imperial man chirped.

“Not to interrupt the niceties, but we oughtta move,” the dunmer muttered. “I imagine there might be a stray guard or two.”

“Wait,” Kaidan wobbled on his knees, trying to find the strength to stand. “I know I owe you, and I don't have the right to ask, but they have my sword. I'd like to get it back.”

Enid pressed her lips. “No time.”

“Look,” Kaidan stumbled to his feet, feeling the prison spinning. He grabbed onto the stone wall. “It's not just sentimental. They were after my sword. If it's that important, we don't want the Thalmor having it, right?”

“It's not our job fighting T'almor.” She unlatched a water bottle from her hip, tossing it to Kaidan.

“Oh, prospector!” Lucien piped up again. “Let the poor chap get his sword back!”

“We just got our asses handed to us in those dwemer ruins.” The dunmer grumbled. “Even if I disagreed with the prospector here, we're in no shape to fight Thalmor agents.”

“Speak for yourself, Teldryn!” Sofia grinned, cracking her neck and unsheathing an axe. “At least these so-called high elves are nice and squishy!”

“Squishy, you say!” The khajiit chuckled. “I'm in!”

“Looks like you two are out-voted.” Lucien shrugged at Teldryn, who scoffed. Enid groaned.

“Thanks,” Kaidan croaked before taking a long draft from the waterbottle. “I owe all of you.”

They snuck on through the other side of the cell, Enid at the lead after casting a couple unknown spells. She moved silently, with the khajiit and dunmer close behind, bow and shortsword drawn respectively. Kaidan and Sofia filed right behind them, with the small imperial tailing the group.

“Down that hall,” Kaidan whispered. Up ahead, Enid rounded the first corner of the hallway.

One by one, they followed around the corner. Enid crouched near the next corner, holding up a finger.

Damn, already spotted a guard, it seemed.

“Oh, just one,” Sofia chuckled. “Inigo's a great shot--one hit to the throat and they won't make a--”

“AUGH!” Enid yelped, stumbling and landing on her rump. Something small and fuzzy retreated from her ankle, and Kaidan thought he spied--a porcupine!? He blinked, but his eyes didn't deceive him. The rodent turned back to stand on its hind legs and stare at her.

“Is someone there?” The guard's voice called.

“FUCK!” she hissed, looking down at her white stockings now impaled with several quills.

Enid scowled at the porcupine. Raising her hands, she cast some spell, spinning the creature around. With a squeal, about a dozen quills yanked themselves free from its back, flying to the prospector before hovering around her casting hands.

The guard rounded the corner, right on her now.

She ducked backward, swooping her hands to direct the quills straight into his face.

The guard howled, clutching his face as blood dripped down his cheeks.

Sofia wasted no time jumping past the others and cleaving his head with her axe.

Enid collapsed to the floor, nursing her leg and scowling at the retreating porcupine. “T'at does it! I oughtta pluck and roast you!”

“Aww, he loves you, Prospector! He's been following you all the way from Lake Ilinalta, hasn't he?” Lucien squatted next to the porcupine, who snorted at him and turned its back. “Looked like he was trying to get a good snuggle.”

“Well, maybe it can go love on someone else,” Enid furrowed her brow, gingerly pinching one of the quills and wincing. “Been a literal t'orn in my side...”

With a wet squelch, Sofia extracted her axe from the twitching thalmor guard. “That was alright, hope there's more!”

“No, I get the next one!” Inigo hissed. Under the torchlight of the prison hallway, his fur was indeed blue. Sofia didn't respond, unashamedly pulling out the guard's pockets.

"Damn, just a couple septims,” she tsked.

“F-f-fu....” Enid's hands twitched at the quills, not quite able to steel herself to grab them.

Teldryn sighed, squatting down and yanking them all at once with a flick of the arm.

A pained grunt erupted through her clenched teeth. “That dumb animal...”

“Let's move.” Teldryn had already hopped back to his feet and peered around the corner.

“Sure,” Enid grunted. “Inigo, go ahead.” She nodded at the Khajiit.

As they proceeded, she was content to limp in the back of the group alongside Lucien.

Teldryn moved like liquid. The halls flickered as they moved further into the offices, but no sign of life.

“Hm,” he said, glancing at the room at the end, with the door left ajar. “Seems to be the storage room. Perhaps--”

Kaidan felt a wetness on his bare feet, nearly slipping. Far more slick than water.

Oil.

“WAIT!!” Kaidan called out in horror, but already a lantern plummeted from the ceiling.

Teldryn shoved Sofia and Inigo forward, and Kaidan stumbled back into Enid and Lucien as the lantern crashed onto the floor and an inferno engulfed the dunmer.

“Amateurs!” Teldryn spat, unfased by the blanket of flames..

“Teldryn! Catch!” Inigo tossed a guard at Teldryn who, still on fire, held his foe in a scorching headlock. The guard screamed, and Enid and Lucien recoiled in disgust at this rather drawn-out and gruesome death.

As for Kaidan, well, he didn't wish it on his worst enemy, yet he couldn't find pity in his heart for any thalmor.

Lucien stared wide-eyed at the charred remains Teldryn dropped to the floor as the last of the fire went out. “Was that really necessary?”

“He tried doing the same to us, didn't he? Or she. I didn't get a great look.”

Enid limped around the group and the guard to glance into the room. “Is this it?”

Kaidan followed her in. There was little but a chest labeled “Evidence.”

“Must be,” he said, kneeling before the chest and opening it. He couldn't remember the last time a smile found his face, but he was now beaming at his old armor. “Ey, old friend,” he muttered, touching the glassy steel.

“Awwhh, does he have to cover up?” Sofia whined as Kaidan donned his armor. Kaidan stopped and stared at her for a moment, and the rest of the team collectively rolled their eyes.

And right below his armor, his sword.

“Thank you,” he addressed the team as he latched it to his belt. “I owe you my life.” He addressed Enid, who frowned. “All of you,” he looked around the group. The others smiled. Except maybe Teldryn, but under that chitin helment, he gave a solemn nod.

“Well, if you're not too busy, you should stick with us.” Sofia winked. “We could always use another strong healthy man on our team.”

Enid shot her a look that could send a dremora back to the deadlands.

Teldryn shrugged. “We're not splitting our profit six ways, but if he doesn't mind--”

“What profit??” Enid scoffed.

Lucien didn't wait for a vote or even an agreement from Kaidan. He simply grabbed his hand and shook it vigorously. “Welcome aboard!”

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