#🔞.fics

[arminsumi]

bully!gojo has to bend his knees to be able to fuck you standing, "you're so short i can't even fuck you like this." he taunts, shoving you against the bathroom stall door. he grunts in frustration as he guides his cock into you, "get on your tippy toes for me." he commands — as if it's your height that's making this difficult. each time this 6'3 man thrusts up into you it makes your toes lift off the ground a little. you know what? he gives up and just lifts you when it becomes too straining to bend his knees. two big hands gripping your cheeks and spreading them wide as his pretty cock meanly pounds up into you!!

#found this in the drafts 🥴 #what if i told u i had a whole bully!gojo fic that got trashed #idek where it went to #🔞.smut #gojo #smut #tw: smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut #jjk smut #mdni

[chansabsfanclub]

The Pirate King’s Deal

Genre : fantasy, pirate au, Hongjoong x reader smut

Word count : 1449

Warning : Explicit content 18+, degrading kink

A/N: This is a little pirate AU, for context your brother is a pirate and his fellow crew members kidnap you from the town you live in. It’s revealed they’re trying to destroy a ghost ship that’s been terrifying the seas, but you find out he’s keeping secrets about their plans.

“You didn’t come to Jeju island by chance did you Wooyoung” His silence was haunting, the rain continued to drench his clothes, they clung to his back and glistened. “Wooyoung tell me!” My body shivered, externally from from the cold, and internally from the creeping feeling that Wooyoung is hiding something from me. “There’s a reason you came back to get me. They’re planning on making you be the sacrifice to the ghost ship. I heard them discussing it last night, Wooyoung why didn’t you tell m-”

“BECAUSE I COULDN’T LET YOU DOWN LIKE THAT!”

Wooyoung whipped around to finally face me, my heart sank further into my chest when I saw his puffy red eyes , his tears blended with the rain as they trailed down his cheeks.

“Mother and father left us, and now I’m leaving you. We never planned to take you with us, but when I saw you about to die I couldn’t just leave you. I’m sorry y/n, I’m so so sorry.”

I sobbed loudly, my feet moved from underneath me towards my brother, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly. His arms embraced me and we cried together under the rain.

“Let me take your place.” I mumble into his chest.

He pushes me away immediately and furiously shakes his head, “no y/n. I cant let you do that.”

“Why not?! Wooyoung you deserve to live, you have your crew, they became your new family. I have no one, I’m alone. So please, let me take your place, you have a reason to live.”

“Even after all you’ve been through with the crew, you can’t see how much they care about you? Y/n you’re not alone anymore, I want you to take my place on the crew so you can know what it’s like to be part of a family. You’ve been on your own for far too long, you deserve to be on that crew and have friends. I am okay with what my fate is going to be, I am willingly sacrificing myself. I don’t want you to die y/n.” The rain mixed with my tears now, running down my face.

“Please y/n, just let me go.” I shook my head furiously, I don’t want to lose my brother. I turn around and run to the captains cabin leaving Wooyoung in the rain, I have to work something out with the king.

He lifts his head slightly, glaring at me through his eyebrows, but I couldn’t care less if I annoyed him for barging in.

“Captain please let me take Wooyoung’s place to defeat the ghost ship. He deserves to live, I cannot let him die. Please captain I’m begging you.” I drop to my knees in front of him, my hands find the fabric of his coat and I hold it tightly.

The captain sets down his charts and kicks me off of him, making my head slam against the wooden floor. My body’s numb from the cold rain, I can only stay frozen in place as I watch him rise from his chair and crouch down to my level. His breath hot on my shivering face.

“Why should I let you. You have no idea what you’re going up against, Wooyoung is a skilled pirate and you are a mere thief. I knew you would get in the way but your brother insisted we rescue you and bring you along.” He cocks his head to the side and stares deep into my souls. “This is the thanks I get, you try and fuck up our plans.”

I bring myself to my knees, and he adjusts his posture to remain close to my face.

“I’m sorry I don’t mean to mess with your plans, but please I can do this, I can defeat the ghost captain.”

The captain raised an eyebrow, and then he smirked at me. “How desperate are you to save your brother. What lengths are you willing to go to.”

I swallow the growing knot in my throat, and give him a nod. He leans close to my ear and whispers “Would you even fuck a pirate king.”

In shock I fell back onto my ass, he held my eyes though and quickly moved on top of me, trapping me between him and the floor. “So what will it be.”

I thought for a moment, if this is what it takes for Wooyoung to live so be it. “I’ll do it.” I said, immediately he connected his lips with mine.

His kiss is rough, and his lips are scratchy, he tastes of whiskey and his tongue is coarse. Despite this, he was addicting. He broke away for air and I pulled him right back for another. His hand snaked his way to my throat, pushing my head back and tearing himself away.

“You’re so desperate for me.” He growled, his hand left my throat and tugged my pants down. The cold air hit my pussy, my body shivered all over from the cold wood pressing against my bare ass and thighs.

He sits up and slips his hands behind my back, I let out a small shriek as he lifts me up from the floor, my pants fall to the ground as he stands up and carries me across the room. He lays me down on his desk over his charts, the paper crinkling below me. I watch him step back and pull his own pants down, revealing his hard cock. Just the sight made my back arch, his devilish eyes cutting into me with lust.

“You want this badly don’t you.” His icy words made my core tighten, I could imagine how good he would feel inside me already. “Say it.”

“I want it.”

He rolled his head to the side and stared down at me with a cocky grin. “Want what?”

He frustrates me, and I spread my legs wide for him so he could see my dripping core. “I want your cock inside me.”

I watched his eyes fall down to my pussy, and watching him light up at the sight brought me satisfaction, now that I’m the one teasing him.

He took a couple steps closer to me so his tip lined up with my entrance, I could feel him lightly teasing me and pressing it between my wet folds.

“Captain-“ my words quickly turn into a moan as he pushes his cock all the way inside me, my hands slam against the table and clench to the charts.

“Fuck~” he groans, gripping my hips tightly, and he moves his hips back and slams inside me again, forcing another moan out of my mouth. “You better shut up, we don’t want anyone hearing this.” He growled at me and thrusted inside me again.

The pain of him inside me quickly became pleasure, I tried to suppress my moans from coming out, a few escaped as small whimpers. Every time I whimpered he would thrust harder into me, making me want to moan even more.

“Such a fucking good cunt.” He groaned as he fucked me, I couldn’t even respond if I opened my mouth I would release all my moans. His eyes were barely shut and his mouth hung open, his messy hair looked sexy covering his forehead and bouncing with every hip movement.

“Captain…. I’m gonna cum.” I manage to get out, a few moans escaping between my words.

“Use my real name.” He hit my deepest part and I couldn’t help but let out a loud moan.

“Hongjoong~” it barely sounded like words though.

With a few more quick thrusts he let out a loud groan and filled my pussy with his cum. He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily in to my ear.

I stared at the wooden ceiling, feeling his chest rise and fall against me. The realization that I fucked the pirate king in order to save my brother hit, I felt tears well up in my eyes and a small sob escaped.

Hongjoong stood up and looked at me, he pulled his pants up and grabbed his coat from his chair.

“You have a deal, I won’t say anything to your brother. Now pull up your pants and get out.”

His voice scared me, and I quickly got my pants from the floor and slid them up my legs. I turned back to look at him, he was sitting in his chair and straightening out his charts. He looked up at me like he had when I first entered his cabin.

“Out.” He said coldly. I quickly opened the door and left his cabin, finding myself in the rain on the deck once again.

#ateez masterlist #m.list #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez reactions #ateez wooyoung #ateez smut #ateez fic #ateez x reader #Ateez 🔞 #ateez #hongjoong x you #hongjoong x reader #hongjoong fanfic #hongjoong smut #hongjoong #hongjoong imagines #ateez hongjoong #ateez pirate au #hongjoong 🔞

[itaehynz]

a night to remember.

pairing: choi soobin x fem!reader.

genre: (mdni) smut, slight fluff, pwp (?)

warnings: subby!soobin, oral (m. receiving), nipple play (reader receiving), soobin’s obsessed w tits per usual, riding, talks of shaving, breeding kink, overstimulation, hair pulling, praise kink, mommy kink, public sex (kinda?), unprotected sex (do NOT do this.) lmk if i missed any!

summary: soobin hasn’t seen you in months. but after tiring days of work, late night practices and tons of all nighters, another successful tour finished. what better way to gift him than showing up at his afterparty & leaving him with a night to remember?

notes: this is my partaking in @napofamoon’s growing pain collaboration! this is also my comeback post and way to bring in the new year, i hope you guys enjoy it! happy reading & happy new year’s, blessings and love to all. ^^

“so baby, are you gonna make it to the afterparty? i know you have work to do so i just wanted to make sure,” soobin asks with a gentle tone.

“yes my love, i’ll be there so there’s no need to worry about it.” you respond, typing away at your computer.

you hear soobin hum on the other end before sighing softly, “i’ve missed you so much.” he says with a soft, pleading tone. you smile softly at his tone thinking of how else his tone would come in handy.

“i’ve missed you so much more bin, it’s been so lonely without you love,” you pout, hearing soobin chuckle quietly on the other end.

“do you mean it’s been quiet without me?” he asks with a hint of sarcasm in his response.

you roll your eyes at that, “yes that too, it’s been nice not hearing you yell every other minute because gyu wouldn’t cover you in the game i guess.” you add, thinking back to all those times soobin has interrupted your wonderful moments of sleep with him yelling at beomgyu on his video game.

“hm, that’s what i thought,” he says snarkily. you both giggle at the unpleasant memories before soobin sighs heavily.

“i have to go, gotta go back on stage for our encore show. which means it’s time you should be getting for the afterparty, i wanna see how pretty you’re gonna look.” you smile at that, looking over at the dress that’s hanging on your closet door. newly bought, picked out just for soobin to see you in.

“i suppose you’re right, i already have my outfit ready anyways.” you breathe out, rubbing your lips in thought of soobin’s reaction to your dress.

“i’m sure i’ll love it & i can’t wait to see you in it, see you soon pretty!” he says before hanging up, which leaves you to wonder what shenanigans you two will get into due to this dress.

you plug your phone up, deciding to let it charge while you get ready. so many thoughts on how this night that awaits you could go, after almost four months of not being able to see soobin due to his tour.

shunning these thoughts away, you decide to just go get ready and let the wind take you wherever it wants.

you begin to rise from your bed, stripping yourself of your clothes and reaching for your towel. as you wrap yourself in the fabric, you walk to the bathroom turning on the shower and playing music before stepping in.

you carefully step under the warm water, running your washcloth, which is lathered in soap, over your dripping body. you scrub every part of your body with precision, making sure to get every crevice of your body. after washing yourself once, you grab your shaving tools to begin your “everything shower” routine.

you shave every inch of hair off of your body, brush your teeth, wash your hair and begin to wash your body once again. after doing so, you do a twirl under your shower head to make sure every bit of soap is rinsed off your skin.

after showering for what has been over 45 minutes, you turn off the shower and begin stepping out of the foggy bathroom with your towel wrapped around your body and an extra one wrapped around your head.

as soon as you step back into your room, your phone begins ringing.

you walk over to your charging phone to see who’s calling, reading “my bunny 🤍🐰” on the screen, automatically smiling before picking up the call.

“hello?” you say into your phone, “hi pretty! i tried calling you but stopped awhile ago assuming you were getting ready, are you?” you hear soobin say on the other end, his words shaky with heavy breaths added to them.

you chuckle lightly, “yes soob, i’m still getting ready. is it okay if i call you back later? y’know, when i’m on my way there?”

“hmm, yeah that’s okay! i’ll talk to you later then, bye babe!” he says, awaiting your answer.

“bye pretty boy, talk to you later.” you say before hanging up and laying your phone back down on your bedside table. you decide to sit down on your bed as you begin to moisturize yourself, reaching every crevice making sure to leave no trace of dryness on your skin.

once you’re done doing so, you walk over to your closet reaching for your black dress. the dress in sight has a long slit at the thigh which will reveal almost your entire thigh and an open space from your shoulder to just under your sternum. the dress shows skin in all the right places, leaving little room for the imagination.

you take the dress off the hanger it was on, stepping into it slowly. you pull the fabric over your shoulders, walking in front of your mirror to see how it looks on you.

it brings out your curves well, fits you perfectly and makes you feel and look good. you smile to yourself, thinking about how soobin will react once he sees it. walking back over to your bed, you step into your strappy black heels tightening the strap in back.

once you finish getting all dolled up, you grab a small bag and your casual black jean jacket to finish off your outfit. walking over to your mirror, you finally let down your hair which you had tied up beforehand.

putting on a bit of mascara and eyeliner, you pucker your lips and add the finishing touch: lip gloss. you mess with your hair a bit and finally order an uber, which says 5 minutes. you begin walking to your front door, picking up your keys and turning off all of your lights.

you quickly walk out your front door, locking it behind you and hurriedly rush to the elevator making it downstairs before your uber leaves you.

after getting in your uber, you call soobin. he picks up almost immediately and you hear loud music playing in the background of his location, “hi baby!” he says loudly making sure you can hear him over the music, “are you on your way here?” you wince slightly at the sound of him practically screaming in your ear.

“yes bin, i’m on my way i’ll see you in a bit okay?” you say as you hear soobin laughing on the other end, “okay babe, see you!” he says before hanging up.

you put your phone in your purse and allow yourself a few minutes of silence before arriving at the club the afterparty is located. you’re excited, excited for the night that awaits you. but you’re also nervous, nervous for soobin’s reaction to your outfit… you know he’ll like it (a lot) but you’re still nervous. you brush the thought to the back of your mind and proceed with your night, let’s do this.

-

you step into the club, immediately looking around for soobin. once you find him, you walk past him acting as if you can’t see him to see if one of his members will point you out to him. as you do that, you see a mutual friend of you guys’, yunjin. you walk up to her, thankfully she’s not far from soobin & his members.

as you begin chatting it up with her, you suddenly decide to take off your jacket and hold it on your arm. after doing that, you suddenly feel a few pairs of eyes on you and hear yeonjun say something.

“woah, soob isn’t that y/n? she looks really nice,” yeonjun says tapping soobin’s shoulder and pointing to you. soobin looks over and his eyes widen at your not-so-sudden appearance next to yunjin.

you’re laughing with her, laughing ever so beautifully, soobin thinks to himself. “i’ll be right back.” he says, walking over to you.

he cautiously taps you on the shoulder, watching as you turn around to face him. once you turn around, he gulps and his mouth goes agape. “hi my pretty boy,” you say, batting your lashes at him.

“hi pretty, you look… perfect. is this all for me?” he asks bashfully, still taken aback at how perfect you look. you nod, “yes baby, it’s all for you.” you say as you notice soobin’s eyes trailing down you and stopping at your breasts which causes you to smile.

he gulps sharply once again, “ah, well, i really love this— um— dress on you.” you smile at how nervous he’s become. oh, how the tables have turned.

“mm, ‘m sure you do pretty boy. you look quite handsome yourself,” you say finally acknowledging the finely tailored suit he has on, raising your hands and playing with his tie a bit.

you feel him gulp, which causes you to look up at him through your lashes and smile prettily. you try to look down curious as to what he’s wearing on his feet, but something catches you off guard.

your pretty boy has a boner.

you chuckle softly at the sight, looking back up at soobin & standing on your tippy toes slightly to whisper in his ear.

“want me to handle that for you, baby?” you ask, cockiness heavy in your tone.

soobin nods softly, watching as you grab his hand and take him to the private lounge in the back of the club. there’s multiple eyes trailing the two of you, including yunjin and the members.

once the two of you reach the lounge, soobin slams his lips onto yours. just as eager as him, you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss. he slips his tongue in between your lips, clashing his teeth into yours softly.

you slowly bring your hands to his hair, threading your fingers through it and pulling it roughly. that was enough to get him moaning. as he moans out loudly, you pull his head back more for access to his neck. you begin to suck on his neck with ease, which causes him to softly whimper.

“f-fuck..” he says with a stutter, his bunny-like mouth unleashing the prettiest moans known to man. after you leave a trail of hickeys behind, you slowly but surely trail the tip of your tongue up to his mouth once more. he moans into the kiss, intoxicated by the taste of your lips. you remove your hands from his hair, bringing them to undo his tie quickly. he lowers his hands to your thighs, picking you up without warning.

you yelp, “my bunny is so strong,” you say as he stares at you with nothing but lust glazing his eyes, breathing heavily.

he sits down on the couch behind him, your legs on each side of his thighs. you throw his tie to the side, unbuttoning his shirt with quickness as he raises your dress up with the same amount of eagerness as you. you begin running a hand down his chest to his stomach to his cock.

you start palming him slowly as he massages your tits through your dress before pulling the shoulders of your dress down to reveal them to himself. he stares at your chest in awe before licking a circle around your nipple and starting to suck roughly.

you throw your head back in ecstasy, threading your fingers through his hair once again. “f— fuck.. baby, you’re so good for me, i love how your lips feel on me.” soobin moans at the praise, loving how you speak to him with such assertiveness in your voice.

he pulls off your nipple with a ‘pop’, moving to the other one with smoothness. he starts flicking your nipple with his tongue, biting it softly here and there, sucking on it once more.

you moan his name softly, gripping his hair rougher each time he sucks so roughly. he finally pulls away from your tits with a dazed look on his face. you grip his chin, forcing him to look up at you.

“you want me to suck you off, pretty boy?” to that he moans and nods his head as you run your free hand through his hair. “p— please, please do m-mommy,” he says with a pretty, pleading tone.

you hum with a smile, removing yourself from his lap to get on your knees. you look up at him as you unzip his pants at a painfully, slow pace. his breathe shudders slightly as you free his cock from the tight trousers he’s had to suffer in. pulling his pants down with his boxers, you watch his cock spring back up and slap lightly against his toned stomach.

you coo softly at his tip, leaking with so much precum. you wipe up as much as you can with your two pointer fingers and stick the two fingers into your mouth, sucking in between them and slowly pull them from between your lips.

with his swollen lips agape, eyes hazed and pleading without words, he watches as you take him into your mouth. hips already rising slightly while you lick up any excess precum on his swollen and pink tip. after doing that, you decide to try and take him into your mouth fully, something you’ve never been able to do. you successfully take him fully, but not without gagging sharply.

his breath stutters at the feeling of your throat fluttering around his cock, the feeling of you gagging around his cock, knowing he’s the one making you gag. you begin bobbing your head up and down slowly, causing the beautiful man above you to whimper and moan to a great extent. his hips stutter as he breathes in and out shallowly, trying to keep himself on earth which seems impossible, with the way your mouth feels. 

“p—ple— f—fuck, p—please, mommy, p—please. l—let me c—cum.. please!” his voice increases in volume as you begin to suck him off at a faster pace, licking around his tip everytime you raise yourself back up.

“f—fuck, m—mommy! i’m s-so, c—close, p—please,” he says with the same pleading tone as always, hips stuttering every few seconds with sharpness. you take him fully one last time before thick strings of cum begin shooting down your throat, with your pretty boyfriend letting out loud, pretty, whiny moans roll off his perfect, pink lips while having a tight grip on hair, pushing you down with force.

you gag quietly as you try to swallow all of it, more still following behind what’s already been swallowed. he keeps his grip on your hair for almost a minute as he finishes cumming down your throat, whimpering from the overstimulating feeling of you licking his tip with the tip of your tongue.

you pull off of him tediously, teasing him in the slightest bit. you lick your lips and wipe your chin with your palm, slowly rising up and stepping out of your underwear.

“‘m not finished with you yet pretty, mind if i ride you?” you ask, batting your lashes slowly. with all his energy drained out of him, he just pulls your hand to help you sit on him. as you place both of your legs on each side of him once again, you place your hands on his chest, lowering yourself painfully slow, watching as he winces in overstimulation.

he places his hand on your ass, helping you move slowly as he continuously whimpers and moans softly. you coo at him once more, watching his face contort into what you know is pleasure.

“aw, is my pussy too much for you, bunny? i’ll stop if you want me to,” you say as you slowly stop moving before soobin pulls you down fully, causing you both to moan.

“n-no, i-i can h—hand— shit, i can h—handle y-your p—pretty p-pussy, i s-swear,” he manages to say, stuttering for the most of his sentence. you smile softly at him, caressing his face with your palm, “okay bunny, whatever you say.”

you begin raising and lowering your hips slowly while his grip on your ass tightens, adding more to your pleasure. you roll your hips in a circle, what was picking up your speed before soobin holds you in your place and starts snapping his hips up into yours.

your hands grip on his shoulders firmly, trying to find some way of keeping your balance. one thing you can’t help though, are the moans spilling out of you. everytime you ride soobin, you can practically feel him in your stomach but this time, you’re sure he’s already reached your lungs.

all the wind has basically been knocked out of you with the pace that he’s going at, each other’s moans spurring each other on. your head begins to feel heavy as you rest it on his shoulder, his moans now heard loud and clear as his mouth is right next to your ear.

you bite his shoulder roughly as a way to keep your moans down, but it’s getting to be too much. you give up and finally give in to the temptation.

“f—fuck! fuuuuck, r-right there, yesyesyes, f-fuck,” you manage to say while soobin is left a moaning mess, no words coming out, just plain music to your ears. he shoves his head into your neck, leaving marks all over your neck and above your chest.

his hips somehow manage to pick up a pace that brings tears to your eyes and has you throwing you your head back in pleasure. you’re both now moaning louder than ever and you’re sure anyone outside of the room can hear you both fucking like there’s no tomorrow.

skin slapping, moans rolling off your tongues repeatedly, cries from you and soobin. you’re both beginning to chase your highs as soobin pulls away from your neck and throws his head back on the top of the couch. somehow, you manage to pull him in for a kiss as you nearly reach your high.

the kiss is sloppy, heated and desperate. after not seeing each other for nearly 4 months, nobody would be shocked that this is how you two greet each other, if anything this is what was expected.

all the love that the both of you have been craving, all of the sexual tension that couldn’t be resolved over the phone, all of the pain you two have gone through that comes with not seeing your lover for such a long, long time, all the lost time. that’s all being made up for now.

feeling soobin inside of you after not having this for so long feels like a dream. having his sticky skin against yours feels like you’ve been healed from the world’s worst pain. this is what ecstasy feels like, this is what giving into the temptation looks like, this is what love looks and feels like.

you’ve never felt better, and you won’t until you cum together.

you’re both right of the tip of the iceberg, you feel it and so does soobin. your warm walls fluttering around his cock, his cock twitching inside of you. your nails clawing into his shoulders, his fingers gripping tightly on your ass. you suddenly get a warm feeling in your stomach and you want to let him know but you’re not coherent enough to say anything. neither is he, you two just know it.

soobin suddenly holds your hips in place and you grip his shoulders tighter than ever.

your back arches intensely as soobin’s hips rise up and flop back down as his thick strings of cum shoot into your fluttering pussy, just as your walls tighten around his cock and cum all over it.

you’re both panting heavily, heads resting on each other’s shoulders. his cum is still shooting into you but he’s used to this overstimulating feeling by now.

as his cum begins dripping out of you, he pulls you in for a long awaited kiss. once again, the kiss is sloppy but this time, passionate. you kiss him back with such love and affection, pulling away from him is considered the absolute impossible. but you still manage to do so, you pull away from him, looking at the thick sweat glistening on his forehead. you both admire each other’s wrecked looks before smiling and pecking each other on the lips once more.

you stay seated on him as you reach for your purse, causing you both to wince. checking your phone and seeing all your messages and missed calls from yunjin and his members, you look up at the time.

12:03 am.

you laugh to yourself before looking at soobin, “happy new year, my love.”

he smiles at the random words but doesn’t forget to say it back.

“happy new year, baby. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

now this, this is the way to bring in the new year.

© TTYUNZ.

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[filthyfluffyfantasies]

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v sex, pet names, a little Romanian (printsesa - princess) is spoken, body fluids, sweet dirty talk, hand job/finger fucking - f recieving. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - lovemaking ( bonus blurb )

character | fandom - pietro maximoff / quicksilver | marvel cinematic universe

reader | original character - female reader, Stark!female reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 1.3k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . Pietro uses his body to comfort you during a bad storm..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

He’s almost asleep when the storm reaches it’s worst. As he rolls over and prepares to shove his head beneath one of the pillows, he hears the door to his room being opened quietly. You make your way over to his bed, same as you’ve done for at least two other nights this week and when he feels the bed dip down, he reaches out for your body in the darkness.

❝ The storm again, prinţesă?❞ he yawns out as he finds you and pulls you down into bed right next to him. You slip your legs between his legs and roll on your side so that you’re face to face with him as you nod and yawn sleepily. 

If your father had any idea you’re sneaking off your wing in the tower to come and find Pietro Maximoff lately, he’d probably murder Pietro. He’s always told you that the guys he works with are off limits, completely. And you get it, but try explaining that to your heart lately.

Pietro’s the only man you’ve ever willingly sought out. He’s the one you can’t seem to stay away from. 

As you drag your thumb over his bottom lip, it quivers. Pietro pulls you closer, strong arms wrapping around you to hold onto you tight. As he holds you, he hums an old Sokovian lullaby against the crown of your head because normally, this will knock you out faster than anything. 

After a few seconds of laying there quietly, you squirm against his body a little. The leg that started out between his legs winds up thrown over his hip. Pietro swallows down the massive lump as it forms in his throat and after a second or two of trying not to cave in and do it, he places one of his massive hands on your thigh, fingers splayed. Squeezing the soft dough of your bare thigh. Your breath hangs in your throat and you end up gasping  quietly as a result.

He can feel the way your heartbeat is starting to sync with his, the thought draws a lazy smirk to his lips. You look like there’s something you’re dying to say but you can’t find the words and this prompts him to speak up first. ❝ Te vreau prințesă pentru mine.❞

You melt against him just a little. Every single time he calls you printesa lately, it makes you feel things. Strongly. Deeply.

You’re in love with a man you can’t have and it’s only getting so much worse lately. 

❝ Hmm?❞ you purr, soft voice muffled by the way you’ve shifted yourself so that your face is buried in his chest. It’s probably the biggest reason he said what he just did, you weren’t looking at him and that made it so much easier to finally say. His hand skims up and down your thigh and you whine, rubbing against him just barely able to stop yourself when you realize you’ve just done it.

He reaches down and cups your chin to make you look him in the eyes. And after a long pause, he mumbles it again. Softly. With rough lips brushing right against yours as he says it in your language and not his native tongue. ❝ I want you to myself, princess..❞ he trails off, a split second to panic as you process what he’s just saying.

What he’s been calling you since the day your father brought the team back to live at Stark Towers. He’s been calling you princess this entire time and you never had a clue. And he’s always lingering, watching you. Quick to volunteer himself up for the  task when Tony asks if one of them will kind of keep an eye on you if he’s been threatened or he feels you’re up to something you maybe shouldn’t be. That’s how you wound up befriending him in the first place and now.. Now you’re hopelessly in love with him, kept silent by your father’s no dating an Avenger rule as well as your own fear that Pietro doesn’t even see you that way to begin with.

❝ You’re the only person I come to, Pietro.❞ you mumble quietly, your gaze lowered and your soft voice muffled yet again by his chest. As you speak and your lips graze against his skin, he digs his fingers in against the meat of your thigh, squeezing because he knows he’s a second away from losing control of himself completely.

When you rub against him while trying to get as close as possible, he bites back a groan because he can feel his cock getting even harder. He’d been just about to resign himself to masturbation to the mental image of you for the millionth night in a row before you sought him out. When he realizes what you’ve just said, he cups your chin. Makes you look up at him again. ❝ I can...❞ he pauses, taking a deep breath as he loses the battle with his own self-control and bucks himself against you,drawing a whimper out of you in the process, ❝ I can take your mind off of the storm,  prințesă.. Do you want me to do that?❞

You swallow hard and nod, staring up at his handsome face, dragging your hand over it in awe. ❝ How.. How would you do that, Piet?❞ you ask quietly. Heart skipping a beat when the dark chuckle leaves his lips, hanging in the air between the two of you for a second. As his mouth moves in for the kill, the hand on your thigh slips down between your bodies and it settles against your cunt. Soft and careful, the heel of it pressing right against your clit as he massages you through your panties. ❝ Making love to you.❞ he answers just as his thick tongue parts the barrier your plush lips form and begins to glide over the surface of your own, slow.

Slower paced than you thought the Sokovian speedster was capable of.

You whine out his name and melt into the way he’s holding you. As his hand speeds up just enough to give you a little more friction, you rock yourself against his hand. Thick digits push past the soaked silk barrier of your panties and pushes them aside, thumb circling your clit in slow and agonizing strokes. Careful. Gentle.

And then those thick fingers bury inside of you three at once. You’re stretched and this makes you gasp as you suck his neck and wrap your arms around him to cling even closer. He’s bucking himself against your thighs a little for his own friction and as he does it, he gasps against the shell of your ear. Each dirty thing he says to you in a mixture of Sokovian and English is enough to make you whine for him. ❝ Now? Please..❞ you whimper, begging for it, ❝ I need you now, Piet..❞

He licks his lips and stares down at you, watching the way you look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, the heat in your soft little body pinned below his and he can’t wait another second.

He buries his cock inside you and goes still, letting you get used to the way he fills you as the two of you share a kiss that doesn’t end until neither of you can breathe. As the kiss breaks, he fucks into you long and slow, massive hands pinning your wrists above your head and flat against his pillow. You whine and rock upward to meet his thrusts, eager and impatient but each time, you’re met with Pietro using the strength in his muscular frame to keep your hips pinned against his mattress. He noses some hair away from your ear and mutters quietly, ❝ Is this helping, my love?❞

You moan out a breathy yes and your nails dig into his shoulders once he's let go of your hands again,dragging over his back as he pushes himself inside you completely. Raw. There wasn’t even a second’s thought given to protection, only the lust both of you have been struggling with and Pietro’s need to calm your fears and do whatever he could to protect you from them.

If it means fucking you all night, it’s something he’s more than willing -and more than happy, to do. 

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[mouseywritessexystuff]

Mousey, my love, my dear-

Can I please request tfa Starscream and a stress relief prompt-? I’m on my hands and knees-

Stress Relief - Starscream X Reader

Warnings: 18+

Word Count: 580

It was nighttime in your city. A cool breeze drifted into your bedroom from an open window. Moonlight spilled on your body as well as the body of the mech who was behind you. Your skin glimmered, and his magenta-tinted plating glowed. It was a beautiful sight, to be sure. But at the moment, you didn’t bother to observe it. 

You were much too occupied with fucking.

Above you, the mass-displaced mech gripped your hips, his claws sinking as gently as they could into your flesh. Still, he was incredibly firm. As he thrusted, the grooves of his spike hit every sensitive spot inside you. Your hair swayed, and your toes curled at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. A hot puff of steam swept against your back. His wings fluttered, and his vents became harsh and ragged. 

Starscream was close to an orgasm, but not as close as you were.

You gripped the sheets below you, crying out his name in a meek and desperate tone of voice. Your back arched, and your head lowered slightly as your orgasm rippled through you. 

Between his own moans, Starscream cackled.

“Yes. YES! Say my name, human. Tell me how it feels to be fragged by the almighty Starscream!”

You gasped for a breath of air. 

“GOOD! So, SO fucking good, Stars!”

You couldn’t even form a proper sentence, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was perfectly content by continuing to fuck you through your climax. A plethora of praises left your lips as you buried your face into the pillows, allowing him to pound your worries away. 

He was by no means a perfect person, but at least the bastard was kind enough to offer sex in order to relieve you of stress. Hell, it seemed to work for him too. Both of you benefited from the arrangement. Both of you won. 

Amidst your recovery, Starscream leaned down over you, speaking directly into your ear. It was loud.

“I’m…I’m about to overload.”

You huffed, challenging him.

“Well, don’t hold back!”

He grasped your waist.

“You should know by now that I never hold back. I am going to fill you until you’re leaking my transfluid.”

The dirty talk left you shaking.

In a matter of moments, hot transfluid spilled inside you. Warmth coated your insides as you moaned, your eyes closing shut at the feeling of bliss. Starscream held you closely and carefully, pumping every bit of himself inside you. It was thick and sticky, and he had plenty to spare. Once it filled you, it spilled out of you and landed onto the bed sheets below you. You bit your pillowcase, another moan vibrating in your throat. You shivered as he heaved, feeling every twitch and jerk of his spike as he completely ravaged you. 

Starscream drew a claw down your spine, his touch causing you to tremble. 

“That’s my good pet.”

You moaned at his praises, your legs nearly giving out beneath you. It told Starscream that it was enough. Fortunately, he pulled back, his transfluid squirting onto the pillows. Slowly, you sank into the mattress as Starscream repositioned himself to where he could see your face. 

“Thanks, Starscream.”

You paused.

“But I still have problems that are yet to be solved.”

Starscream smirked, his ruby optics gleaming.

“Then I suggest that I frag you even more until you forget.”

You rolled your eyes with a scoff and pressed a hand to his cheek, giving him a light kiss. 

#valveplug #minors dni #transformers animated #starscream #x reader #🔞 my x reader fics 🔞 #mouseyindulgence #starscream x reader

[smallestapplin]

so I heard you wanna write for Snake Volo huh?

Well heres an idea for ya. Naga Volo and his darling having an experimental day where darling asks to be used like a toy, it's advanced concent because the idea is for the day Volo at any point, anywhere can just use his darling like a toy with complete control ~

:0!!

🔞18+Only!🔞

🔞CW : afab reader, free use, hidden but still public, two dicks Volo, mean Volo(what did you expect?) exhibitionist, voyeurism unknowingly🔞

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You knew when you agreed to this, that Volo would take every bit of it seriously.

His fanged smirk told you all you needed to know.

And with a safe word in place, he let you leave for your little missions. He didn’t tell you when, or where, letting you jump at every sound.

In the middle of the crimson mirelands. You hated it, hating how easily he can hide here, you know he can find you easily.

You aren’t that far from camp when you’re grabbed, a hand slapping over your mouth as you’re dragged to the ground.

“Unless you want them to hear you, I suggest you be quiet.”

Was your only warning, before your pants are ripped and underwear torn off.

“Volo!”

You squeak, feeling his forked tongue against your clit. You grip the grass below you, panting as he laps at your cunt. You mewl, burying your face in your arms, it feels good, especially with his he’s moaning against you.

Nearly whimpering when he pulls away.

“Now dearest.” The end of his tail thumps against the ground

His hand sliding up your back, to your neck and gripping your chin. He forces your jaws open, shoving two fingers into your mouth keeping it open.

“Let’s see how much control you have.”

His tail wraps around your ankle, forcing your legs apart.

“I hope they hear you, I hope they come to see just how much of a whore you are.”

You make a noise of protest, but it dies on your tongue. Volo rubs his two leaking cocks against your cunt.

His free hand lifts your hips up, and gives you no time to think before slamming one of his cocks into you.

The other grinding against your clit.

You can’t stop the shriek you let out.

“That’s it! Let them know who you belong to.”

You squeal, feeling his cock plunge deep inside you.

He’s using you like a toy! Stuffing your pussy so full! His hot cum leaking from his other dick, rubs against your throbbing nub, bringing you closer and closer.

He takes his fingers, soaked in your spit, down towards his drooling length, stroking himself and putting more pressure on your clit.

You arch your back, squealing.

“Volo! Volo! O-oh fuck, it’s-! Haaa!”

It’s too much!

His belly scales smack against your ass, his cock slamming into your cunt, hitting your sweet spot.

The large hybrid coos at your loud squeals and whines.

“So cute like this. My sweet mate, giving quite the show.”

You don’t process what he says, only squirming and trying to fuck yourself against him.

Unaware of the shocked galaxy team guard standing on the ledge, who simply came to see what the noise was.

Not expecting to find the hero, thrashing against the ground, crying out like a wanton whore for the sky snake man.

Whose core throbs at the sight.

You were aware this could happen.

In fact you knew Volo was betting on it.

He’s always wanted to show everyone just who you’re mated to.

And you have all day of this.

Volo growls, hissing at your pussy milking his cock as you cum.

“Take it! Milk me for all my worth like a good pet!”

You cry, your cunt convulsing around him. Pumping load after load of his hot cum into you, some from his free cock coating your uniform.

“I can’t wait to hunt you again, will you be ready for more?”

Volo chuckles at your lovesick look.

“What a naughty mate I have.

#smut #spicy #🔞🔞🔞 #mdni #you’d think it being a Volo fic would be warning enough #pokemon smut #pokemon volo smut #pokemon volo x reader smut #pokemon hybrid au #pokemon x reader smut #volo.thirst #pokemon x fem reader smut

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Drunk Drabbles 62: "If you can't sleep... we could have sex?" So, I really wasn't happy with my previous answer to this ask. I decided to work on it and I now have the improved version! Gonna delete the old one, but there are a few people who reblogged it anyway so it is still out there on the vast planes of Tumblr if anyone wants it. Thank you for the prompt @youre-ackermine!

Up All Night Characters: Levi x Hange Word Count: 974 words Modern AU (NSFW - still based on that Friends episode)

Gritting his teeth, Levi clicked on his bedside lamp and shifted around to glare at Hange. He had already endured the commotion of her pummelling her pillow into a more comfortable shape. His significant annoyance had then proceeded to toss and turn so violently that it had sent the entire bed frame creaking with her. It was all to no avail, for Hange threw herself onto her back in exasperation.

“Sor-ry Levi!” she yawned, stretching her arms over her head. It had been on the tip of Levi’s tongue to tell her just how sorry she was going to be if she kept him awake for much longer, before he hesitated. 

“Look Four Eyes, if you can’t sleep, we could always…”

He trailed off, his expression serious despite a steely glint in his eye. Hange studied his face as though sifting through vast, hidden depths of meaning. Confident in her findings, her features brightened. Then, as Levi held her gaze, Hange’s smile faltered.

“Wait… you’re not talking about cleaning the kitchen are you?”

“I meant sex, you idiot.”

“Ah… in that case, I think your pillow talk might need some work, Levi.” Hange rolled onto her stomach, resting her folded arms upon his bare chest. She lay against him, her chin nestled in the crook of her elbow. 

“You mean… it’s not working on you right now?” he whispered, trailing his fingers through her hair.

Hange’s eyes were fixed upon his own. 

“I didn’t say that…” She lifted her head and pressed her lips against his. Levi gathered the loose strands away from her face, tucking her hair behind her ear. He stroked her jawline; his open mouth against hers. Hange withdrew before moving in again to kiss the warmth of his neck, his chest, his tensed abdomen. As she neared the crest of his hip bone, Levi’s breath came in shallow gasps. He stifled a moan as she took his cock in her hand and slowly ran her tongue up from base to tip.

“Fuck…”

Her wet, parted lips traced the tip and Levi let out his breath in a low hiss. He was forced to bite back a few more obscene words as she closed her mouth around him. Levi’s head sank backwards, his fingers clenching Hange’s shoulder. His hips bucked forward, seeking pressure from the tightness of her lips. Instead, Hange raised her head to smile at him.

“Okay, okay! I won’t keep you waiting…”  

She brought herself up into sitting position, thighs straddling Levi’s waist. Hange reached down to grasp and guide him to her. Levi was clutching her leg tight enough to leave the print marks of impatient fingertips upon her skin. He gave a slow, deep thrust into her and Hange uttered a sharp gasp at the intrusion. She clenched her knees into his sides, then leaned down to take Levi’s face in her hands. Her hair fell over his face, tickling his forehead and chin as their noses touched. Levi felt Hange’s breath lifting the heat from his cheeks. He, too, stroked her soft skin, marvelling at her dark eyes and curved nose. Levi regarded her in silent disbelief, his eyes mapping down each beautiful feature until they came to settle upon her lips. 

“Maybe it’s not so bad that we can’t sleep…” Hange whispered.

She kissed him deeply and Levi moved beneath her. With a sigh of pleasure Hange sat up, one hand gripping his arm. She pushed down on him, relishing the delicious ache of him inside her. Then she began to rock against him rhythmically, heat flooding her neck and chest. 

“Ah… this feels so… hah… huh?” Hange lowered her head and swept her tangled hair out of her face. Levi’s hand had fallen from her leg.

“Levi?”

Her partner’s eyes were closed; his mouth slightly open. Unlike her own ragged breathing, Levi’s chest was rising and falling quite steadily.

Hange touched Levi’s face again. He made a mild sound of recognition, then exhaled. Incredulous, Hange prised herself off of him and lifted his half-hard cock. Although she was tempted with a far more inventive means of waking Levi, Hange instead gave his shoulder a shake. Finally, she clicked on her bedside lamp. 

“What just happened?” Hange demanded. Her hair was wild; her forehead glistened with beads of sweat and her skin was stained in patches of colour. Levi gazed at her through half-closed lids.

“...had sex, then we fell asleep…” 

“No.” Hange was still struggling to slow her breathing. “No, we were in the middle of sex and you fell asleep.”

“Ha…” His voice was thick with drowsiness. “I’m sure we both finished. You were great.” With that, he reached to click off the lamp, then rolled over onto his side. Furious, Hange snapped on the light.

“So fucking bright…” 

“Look, I was giving you some of my best moves and you missed it!” Hange snarled, “so now we’re gonna finish what we started!”

She waited, the little patience she still had dwindling rapidly, whilst Levi groaned into his pillow. Muttering to himself, he turned onto his back.

“Okay… do what you want to me.” Levi lay still, eyes closed. “Just don’t wake me.” 

Hange gaped in silent outrage. The mattress springs creaked in protest as she sprang off the bed to seize her clothes from the floor.

“Fine!” 

She hopped about in an attempt to get her leg into her shorts. “Fine!” she repeated, yanking her baggy t-shirt over her head. “I’m going to make you some tea to wake you up!”

She turned to march from the room. Then, stopping at the doorway, Hange called back over her shoulder.

“And I probably won’t spill tea leaves all over the floor!”

Levi battled with the covers to sit upright.

“Hang on Four Eyes, I’m up, I’m up, I’m up!”

... Asks are always welcome. Send me a prompt from the list, put your feet up, have a cuppa and I'll whip you up a drabble while you wait. 👉 Drabble challenge.

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[arminsumi]

🔞 mdni/18+

ok this is getting very ooh rn 🥴 i love me a sukuna who knows how to eat it

#wip #i will probs split this fic into parts because... #uh... #it's 5k words now #lol #and i haven't even gotten to the gojo + sukuna x reader part #tw: smut #smut #🔞.smut

[naughtymousey]

Hey, sluts! This is a fic that I wrote for a friend (@cxptain0101) featuring TFA Starscream and her self insert OC. Enjoy!

Jealous Tastes

Warnings: 18+

Word Count: 4,374

During her time off from working for the Daily Detroit, Emilyn supposed that she could have just walked around the parks or even read some of her books. It was fun, and it was freeing, perhaps even relaxing. 

But instead, she chose to spend her free time at home with her mechs. Both Starscream and Sunstorm were mass-displaced. It was true that her cabin was large, but the Decepticons could only fit if they were around human size. 

Her house was calm and quiet without much activity going on. It was outside city limits in the woods, far away from the hustle and bustle of robots (except Cybertronians) and other city life. Emilyn enjoyed the location. It offered enough reclusiveness for both her and the Seekers. 

Inside the living room, Emilyn and Sunstorm sat on the furniture. Well, she sat on one couch while he sat in a chair. Starscream was somewhere else within the walls of the log cabin, but she didn’t think much of it. 

As Emilyn and Sunstorm chatted, she folded her hands over her lap and sighed. She vented to him about multiple things, including somewhat personal topics. Despite the fact that he was Starscream’s “suck-up” clone, Sunstorm listened surprisingly well to her. He was never mean or malicious, only intending to make her feel good and giving her advice whenever she asked him for it. 

Emilyn appreciated him.

“I don’t know, Sunstorm.” Emilyn turned away from him, blushing pink. “I guess…I just don’t feel pretty like other girls, not when I’m chubby.” 

It was a silly thing to feel sad about, but she couldn’t help it. After all, everyone possessed their own insecurities, even her. 

As she adjusted the cap on her head, Sunstorm began to speak. 

“Oh, nonsense, my dear!”

Emilyn glanced upwards, facing him once more. He smiled at her, his orange frame glistening beneath the lights on the ceiling. 

“Your softness and squishiness makes you more delectable than the tastiest of energon sweets.” 

She tilted her head, watching his wings flick in confirmation. 

“You really think so?”

Sunstorm grinned, setting a clawed servo to his chest plating. 

“As a humble clone of Starscream, I can assure you that you are the prettiest organic that I have ever set my optics on.” 

Emilyn smiled, pleased and satisfied by his reassurances. Sure, groveling was his thing, but hearing his words made her feel nice regardless. She could enjoy the praises. 

“Thanks, Sunny.” She chuckled at him. “I appreciate it.”

Sunstorm beamed at her, delighted by her reaction. His optics flickered, his inner mechanics rumbling with the slightest whirr. Admittedly, he was cute.

And that was when she appeared from the hallway.

“Meow.”

Emilyn laughed as Zira approached her, immediately hopping into her lap and settling herself into the soft squish of her clothed thighs. She ran her fingers through her black, soft coat. Her eyes shimmered, shining bright and purple. She cuddled Emilyn close, leaning into her touches and attention. 

But then, another pair of pedesteps arrived. Sunstorm and Emilyn turned, finding Starscream standing tall and motionless. There was a frown on his faceplate, his optics narrowing and his wings bristling. Obviously, he wasn’t happy about something.

As a response to his sour mood, Emilyn pouted at him.

“Starscream. How long have you been there?”

He waved his servo in a dismissive manner. 

“Oh, nevermind that.” He took a step forward, quite boldly. “Emilyn, I insist that you come with me right now.” 

For a moment, she thought about his order. Slowly, she glanced at Sunstorn. Their conversation was over, she supposed. With a shrug, she stood and walked towards the magenta Seeker. 

She looked over shoulder. 

“You gonna be okay, Sunstorm?”

The clone nodded.

“Why, of course! It is an honor to send you off with our grand and exalted leader. I may just take a detour around the forest while you’re gone.”

Emilyn sighed and stopped in front of Starscream when she reached him.

“Fine, I…WHOA!”

Starscream took her into his metallic arms, carrying her bridal style. He grinned at her blush before making his way towards the staircase. With Emilyn safe in his hold, he hurried up the stairs to the next floor. She didn’t struggle or make any attempt to move. In fact, she was quite pleased to be snuggled. She enjoyed his embraces.

Once inside the hallway, he hugged her near and walked into another room full of her collections of old cameras. He shut the door behind him. Before she could grip his plating, Starscream lowered her to the bed. Immediately, he sat across from her, shifting his armored legs to where it was comfortable for him. 

He glared at her, only slightly, huffing and puffing with a sound of distaste. He, however, wasn’t the first to break the silence. 

Emilyn rolled her green eyes, pointing a finger at him.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

Offended, Starscream held a servo to his chest.

“Me? Jealous? I’m not jealous!” 

She sent him a deadpan expression, folding her arms beneath her bosom. The Seeker’s wings bounced when he relented with a vent. 

“Okay. Fine. Maybe I’m just a little jealous. But he has no right to hog you all the time!” 

Emilyn’s arms fell at her sides. 

“Screamer, he was just making me feel good about myself.” She waved her hands, gesturing to her body. “You know…my insecurities?” 

The Cybertronian looked at her, inspecting her with his sharp, crimson optics. By now, he didn’t appear upset. Actually, he seemed mischievous, smirking at her with a hungry look on his faceplate. 

“Well, I can make you feel even better.”

Confused, Emilyn lifted her brow. However, the second she tried to question him, he leaned forward, lifted her chin a bit higher, and pressed his dermas to her lips. She squeaked, surprised but instantly infatuated by the sudden display of adoration. As usual, his metal was smooth and warm against her mouth. It was welcoming, gradually inviting her to kiss back. She blushed, her cheeks burning hotly as his claws held her face, carefully sinking into her skin. His vocalizer vibrated with a low chuckle as she cupped the sides of his helm.

“What? So eager?” His glossa ran against her lips, speaking softly to her. “Naturally, I figured just as much, but…so soon?”

Emilyn attempted not to fluster, but she did. 

“You’re one to talk, Screamer.”

She moaned against his dermas, patting the armor of his cheeks until he nibbled her bottom lip. Starscream hummed, continuing to kiss her with long and passionate motions. Sloppy as he could be, he was also an expert whenever he desired to play rough with her. Emilyn shifted her thighs, completely enamored by his affections. As she moved her lips against his, she shut her eyes out of pure elation. 

It only took a few more seconds for both to realize that she had to breathe. 

The two pulled apart. Emilyn blinked at him, the palms of her hands resting on her covered thighs. Starscream grinned at her. Slowly, he scooted closer to her and cocked his helm at her.

“Now, my pet,” he tapped her leg, “I suggest that you remove these fragile things before I do so myself.” 

It was not only a tease, but a command, one that he was fully prepared to follow through with. 

Emilyn nodded, quickly removing the cap on her head along with her flannel shirt. She set the items to the side before fiddling with her other shirt and pants. Starscream aided her, stripping her and purposefully allowing his claws to linger on her skin. Despite the fact that his claws could create tears in the fabric of her clothes, Starscream was mindful. Once her pants, shirt, and socks were gone, she reached around and unclasped her crescent moon necklace. Pleased, Starscream took the necklace and safely placed it on the bedside counter. Emilyn was only left in her bra and panties. In a moment of rapture, she fell back against the fluffy pillows. Starscream loomed over her, his optics shimmering and peering at her very lasciviously. 

He repositioned himself to her liking, his wings twitching with thrill as he kissed her neck, leaving the faintest nips with his denta the lower he went. 

“Starscream.” Emilyn moaned his name, bending to his attention. “Starscream!”

The mech didn’t even pause. He cackled lightly, applying more fervor into the hickeys. There was a pinch and a slight feeling of pressure. Still, it didn’t hurt her. Well, not too badly. He was gentle enough, not wishing to harm her, but his bites created bruises on her neck and collarbone, bruises that wouldn’t fade for a long time. 

It was a good thing that she normally wore lots of layers. 

“Such a sweet girl,” Starscream’s tone was similar to a purr, “...tender, soft, and so willing to bow to my authority.” 

He didn’t love power. He adored it. 

His denta grazed her flesh, nipping and nibbling until it was too much. Emilyn’s pussy trembled, wetness pooling into her panties. She gripped the sides of her bedsheets as he ravished her, sucking on her sensitive skin. Emilyn didn’t mind the love bites. After all, she was quite accustomed to them. Starscream liked to roughhouse. What more could she say? She managed to keep up with him. 

Emilyn was the only human who could. Like a cat, Starscream licked his glossa over the marks and bruises on her flesh, almost as though to apologize for any pain that he caused. At one particular bite, Emilyn gripped his shoulders and cried out, prompting him to pause.

“Ah,” he started, frowning, “that didn’t hurt, did it?” 

Emilyn blinked, shaking her head while her hands drifted to her sides.

“No, Screamer. I’m fine. I was just…startled is all.”

He wasn’t the kindest person. Emilyn knew that to be true. He was a dick, an asshole, an absolute dolt. But every now and then, a sliver of softness would shine through his hard and bitter seams. 

Only for her, it seemed.

Starscream grinned with a hum, ruffling her hair and making her whine. 

“Good.”

He lowered himself back down to her, deciding to kiss instead of bite. His dermas brushed against the top of her breasts, smooching each and every individual freckle. He cherished her freckles. To him, perhaps they even reminded him of stars in the sky. 

However, when his metal lips met with the fabric of her bra, he pouted.

“Uh, it appears that something is in my way, Little Moon.”

Despite his words, his tone was playful, making Emilyn shoot her own smug look right back at him. Regardless of her arousal, she could have fun too. 

“Well. Why don’t you remove it, Star?”

There was a glimmer of something feral in Starscream’s red optics, shining bright and bold. And then, his wings bounced, a high-pitched whine emitting from deep within his frame. He smiled, lifting his derma to bare his denta.

Suddenly, Emilyn became bashful. 

Oh, oh that did it. She teased him with the offer of a challenge, and he swiftly accepted it. 

Using his claws, Starscream expertly unclasped her bra behind her back. It was done with such power and ease, even causing her to whimper when his digit traced along her spine. It was true that he had practice in the past, but his abilities were still surprising. 

When he tossed her flimsy bra to the side, Starscream growled and leered at her, immediately cupping one tit in his servo and jiggling it. He always jiggled her boobs. It was one of his favorite activities to do in the bedroom. 

Was it flustering? Naturally. Was it hot? Absolutely. 

“Consider yourself lucky, Emilyn,” he smirked, pulling her closer, “if I were any more impatient, that flimsy thing would be in shreds by now.”

Starscream wasn’t lying. He tore her bra before, and she was mad at him. It took some time for her to explain how expensive female undergarments were, but he eventually seemed to understand. In spite of his careless attitude, he could still be considerate at certain times. 

He gave her boob a firm and effective squeeze before lifting his other servo to tend to the second breast. Emilyn gasped and moaned, squirming and gripping his armor as he fondled her into the pillows, cackling to himself as her boobs swayed to his touch. 

When her nipples perked up, Starscream grinned deviously and brought his dermas to her squish. Greedily, he sucked on her tit, swirling his glossa around the erect bud until she cried out his name. His claws groped her other tit, creating marks in the skin. The more he sucked, the louder Emilyn moaned. 

“Ah,” he spoke between hearty, passionate licks, “and to think that I once believed these lumps of fat to be so impractical.”

Starscream switched to her other boob, sucking even stronger there.

“Oh, how foolish I was.”

Emilyn gripped onto the sides of his helm, pulling him close to her. Starscream not only sucked, he actually nipped at her nipples. The pink buds hardened beneath his denta as she bucked her hips, struggling to create more friction between her legs by shuffling her thighs together.

A warm knot formed inside her abdomen. 

“Starscream! Starscream!”

Her legs trembled as he cackled.

“What’s this, my pet? You sound a bit desperate. Tell me, are you wet? Already?”

Emilyn gasped at his lewd words, urging him to grin and push his faceplate between her cleavage. She hugged him near her body, not wanting to let him go. But as much as he cherished her breasts, something else captured his attention.

Finally, Starscream retracted himself, leaving a bruise on both of her tits. He seemed pleased with himself, giving each nipple a kiss before lowering and spreading Emilyn’s legs with his servos. As if to test the waters, he poked and prodded at her underwear, inspecting the wetness of it and smirking at the results. 

“All soaked for me…aren’t I a lucky mech.”

Emilyn scoffed before moaning once again, unable to hold herself back.

Starscream was a smart bot. He knew that he couldn’t finger her while using his sharp digits. Well, not without hurting her, and Starscream could get very carried away at times. Instead, he situated his helm between her thighs and slowly dragged his glossa against her clothed slit, prompting her to whine. Carefully, the Decepticon hooked his digits beneath the waistband of her underwear and swiped them down her legs.

After her panties were thrown across the bed, Starscream wasted no time in delving in. Using his glossa, he licked up her slit, teasing her entrance with low chuckles from his mouth. His claws rested on her thighs, squeezing them encouragingly. 

When Starscream pushed his way through her folds, Emilyn hugged his helm with her legs. She squeezed him tight, feeling his tongue explore her walls. She could feel herself. She was close. Dangerously close to an orgasm. As Starscream ate her out, he stroked her thighs, soothing her and praising her without the use of words. His glossa, made of smooth, Cybertronian alloy, was strong and quick, darting in and out of her with such skill and expertise. It was true. He could be sloppy at times, but he was also very, very persistent with his goals.

And in this case? His goal was to break her.

Starscream chuckled, and Emilyn felt hot steam expelling from his dermas. For a brief second, her pussy rippled around the tip of his glossa. Between her legs, Starscream paused to give her a curious look. He didn’t stop for long, however. When he pulled his glossa out, he lifted it and drew it against her clit, making tiny circles. 

Emilyn couldn’t take it any more. She arched her back once she reached her climax, moaning the name of her lover as loud as she possibly could. She didn’t care who could hear her, and neither did Starscream. Her cunt shook, and her toes curled. Her head spun, and her breath hitched. Her chest heaved, sweat dripping down the side of her face. She struggled to regain herself. But then again, why should she? She could set herself free. Just for tonight. And maybe even the night after.

Starscream continued to eat her out, lapping at her pussy and smirking so smugly at her. As her orgasm passed, he tended to her legs by lowering his mouth and pressing kisses to her thighs. 

“My Little Moon…was that an overload?” 

There was a buzz coming from his frame, implying his state of arousal. Emilyn huffed before shyly tilting her head, attempting to hide her blush from him. He knew damn well what it was. And yet, he still chose to tease her. It was just in his nature. 

“Maybe.” 

“HAH!” There was pride in his tone. “Just as I thought. I’m practically irresistible.” 

Emilyn attempted to groan, but it came out as more of a moan.

Amused, Starscream chuckled and returned to her inner thighs, using his denta to create some bite marks in her pale skin. Emilyn released a shuddery sigh, letting him perform his displays of admiration and ownership over her. He teased her, frequently flicking his glossa up her slit while caressing the gentle squish of her legs. He hummed and purred, relishing in the way she twitched and repeated his name. 

She tried to avoid squishing his helm too harshly with her thighs, but she just couldn’t help herself. She gripped him tightly, and he enjoyed it, pressing himself even further against her. 

“Yes. Good girl. Unravel yourself for me.”

She did, her limbs going limp from the pleasure.

Starscream showered her with bites and kisses, sucking at her skin. His wings flapped, and his internal machinery rumbled. Through her hazy vision, Emilyn noticed the bruises and hickeys already appearing on her thighs. The nips felt more like pinches than anything, but perhaps that was due to how used she was to them. Still, every nibble was more ravenous than the last. He was growing impatient, just as she was. 

Slowly, Starscream pulled himself back from her thighs to smile at her.

“Do you want my spike?” 

His claws hovered over her pussy, giving it a cautious rub with the blunt sides. She gasped and nodded, her voice crackling.

“I…I do. So, so fucking badly, Starscream.”

His pupils glimmered inside his optics. Like the bastard he was, he waited for another moment longer.

“Then say the magic words, Little Moon. I want to hear you beg.” 

Emilyn blushed, hotter than she ever thought possible. She couldn't even form the words to speak. After regaining some strength, however, she glanced at him and parted her lips.

Fine. She could beg. If it was for him? She could beg all day and every day.

“Please.” She threw her head back against the fluffy sheets. “Please, Lord Starscream. Master! Please. Please just fuck me already!”

Starscream stiffened, his optics temporarily going offline from her truth. His frame shook, and his wings fluttered. Emilyn just unlocked an insatiable desire inside his spark, and it was bound to release within seconds. 

“Well,” his voice quivered with anticipation, holding a servo to his cockpit, “who am I to turn down such a lovely request?” 

On the bed, Starscream repositioned himself. Likewise, Emilyn moved a little near the pillows, welcoming his size. She stretched her legs, enticing him even further.

“I must show you who you belong to, sweetspark.”

Emilyn knew that he meant what he said. He meant every word, and the promise filled her with an influx of desire.

Starscream lifted his hips, exposing his crotch and interface panel. There was a hiss as it popped open. However, his equipment wasn’t the same. Emilyn noticed a difference almost instantly. 

Yes, it was like his original spike. It was thick, bulbous, and long with magenta biolights running down the sides of it. But it squirmed like it had a mind of its own. It almost appeared as another appendage. Transfluid squirted from the rounded tip as it licked at Emilyn’s thighs, hungrily poking at her slick, dripping entrance.

Finally, she realized that it was a tentacle dick. Starscream actually had a tentacle dick. 

Acknowledging her befuddled expression, he snickered.

“Ah, do you enjoy the surprise?” 

Emilyn gawked at him, moaning gently at the touch of his dick. It was smooth but slippery, tasting every part of her lower body that it could find. 

“Starscream, what is this?”

The mech puffed his chest out with pride.

“Just a new mod that I’m aching to test out.”

She didn’t even bother to ask how he came to achieve such an item. Her cunt throbbed, and her heart thrummed with lust. She couldn’t question him again. She was much too horny to care. 

Starscream set his servos on either side of her head, gazing down at her with a sinful look on his faceplate. In response, Emilyn bit her lip and opened herself wide for him. His claws sank into the bed sheets as the tentacle mode wriggled inside her cunt, coating her walls with spurts of warm, sticky transfluid.

Emilyn moaned, pressing the back of her head further into the pillows. She gripped what she could of the mech’s plating as the tentacle spike moved inside her, eagerly and voraciously. Her vision was blurry with tears, but when she blinked, she caught the sight of Starscream’s white pupils, vivid and bright. They glowed, emphasizing his pure glee.

“I can feel you, Emilyn.” He opened his dermas, releasing a moan of his own. “This mod has no processor, it’s only me.” 

With a good thrust of his hips, his spike penetrated her pussy even deeper. Emilyn felt her abdomen swell as her cunt gripped his dick, holding it tight. Starscream’s wings flicked as he picked up the pace, whimpering a grand multitude of Cybertronian obscenities. In a way, she was smug. Not many could reduce the mighty Starscream to his knees. And yet, she did.

However, her sense of victory was short-lived. 

Starscream noticed when he found her g-spot. Emilyn let out another slutty moan as he grinned, more steam curling from his mouth as he hit the spot over and over. Although his regular spike could do the trick as well, the mod reached places that she didn’t even know existed. 

Emilyn’s vision was flickering, her boobs bouncing along to the rhythm of his thrusts. 

“Starscream…I’m close!”

In an act of triumph, the Decepticon beamed at her, raking his claws down the bed frame. 

“Do you like my spike, Little Moon?” He attempted to speak between moans. “Do you really enjoy being stuffed…by yours truly?” 

Emilyn closed her eyes.

“Stars! Starscream! Master!”

She orgasmed right then and there, her limbs losing all feeling. Her knees rattled, and her heart felt as though it would burst. Emilyn moaned as loud as she could, promising that she was his and his alone. Starscream’s optics fizzled as he took in the sight of her, smiling so wildly. 

Carefully, he lowered himself. 

“Yes. Yes! That’s right. Overload for me, Little Moon.”

He cooed to her, giving time for her orgasm to pass. When her pussy relaxed, he pulled out, just for a second to send her another smug look. She heard the way his claws dragged down her bed frame, a shrieking and creaking sound. She wasn’t happy about it, but she was too full of euphoria to care. 

When she fell from cloud nine, Starscream eased himself inside her once more, his tentacle mod happily continuing where it left off. Every thrust of his drew a happy moan out from Emilyn. Deep within his frame, there was a chirp and a whirr. Starscream’s faceplate glowed pink as his dermas wriggled into another smug grin. By now, he could hardly form a sentence, and neither could she. He relied so much more on his actions, his words coming out as little, pleasurable whines. 

“So soft…so tight…so delectable.” 

With her weak fingers, Emilyn held onto his shoulders, trying to reach around to grab at his spinal strut. But he was too big for her, too bulky. She didn’t mind, not when he pounded into her as though his very life depended on it.

But then, the mech stumbled, his wings lowering and optics twitching. Emilyn took notice right away, understanding that he was close to his own orgasm. He didn’t even grasp the chance to warn her before he came, pumping her insides full of his transfluid. Warmth filled her cunt as the tentacle spike spasmed inside her. Her hands fell, and her legs relaxed. As Starscream pumped inside her, filling her to the brim with his foreign seed, all she could see were stars. She moaned from Earth to Cybertron, embracing Starscream as though she feared that he would leave her. 

He huffed.

“Take me, Emilyn. Take all of me.”

She did, remaining as still as she could be. 

When he finally retracted himself from her pussy, he watched with victory as his transfluid dribbled from her opening. His tentacle spike rested on her tummy, and for a moment, Emilyn was tempted to rub his cum on herself. 

“Fuck, Stars.” She collapsed. “That…was fucking amazing.”

Starscream gave her one of his dopey smiles. He hummed out in agreement, lifting himself from her and removing his claws from her bed frame. 

Emilyn frowned, looking above her.

“Dammit. You ruined my bed frame again.”

He cackled.

“A small price to pay for a bit of fun, Emilyn.” 

He glanced at her, examining her body and her expression. He thought for a moment, considering something inside his processor. Emilyn blinked at him, wondering what he could be thinking about until he pressed a servo to his chest.

“Ah. Might I propose another round, Little Moon?”

Emilyn chuckled at him, already finding the strength inside her to change her position on the bed.

“Sure, Starscream.”

He grinned at her, planting a cheeky kiss on her cheek as he moved to accommodate her. 

“By the time we’re done, you won’t be able to walk for solar cycles, so I guess I’ll just have to carry you.”

Emilyn didn’t mind his idea. Not at all.

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“I’m sorry I don’t mean to mess with your plans, but please I can do this, I can defeat the ghost captain.”

The captain raised an eyebrow, and then he smirked at me. “How desperate are you to save your brother. What lengths are you willing to go to.”

I swallow the growing knot in my throat, and give him a nod. He leans close to my ear and whispers “Would you even fuck a pirate king.”

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I quickly did a thing based on this art i posted earlier

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: a/b/o dynamics & a very loose interpretation of my own choosing, billy -and reader both have a not so great parent, billy's temper, neil's ab*se, bruises/injuries,swearing, use of petnames, use of derogatory names (slut, bitch, etc) from a mother figure reminiscent of Margaret White in the 1978 version, Carrie, thick sexual tension and the ooc/good side of Billy. this part isn't so bad, tbh. it's actually tame, I'm just covering my own ass with the disclaimers because there are some people who see a/b/o fics and lose their goddamn minds about it, but anyway. . writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - a/b/o ( bonus ficlet; pt 1 of 3 )

character | fandom - werewolf!alpha billy hargrove | stranger things

reader | original character - female reader, unaware!omega, non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 4.2k

tagging -< taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . there's just something about you that billy hargrove is drawn to and after fighting it for weeks, everything comes to a head when billy hargrove realizes he can't fight it anymore.. pt 1 of 3✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

Billy Hargrove is a master at blending in. Seeming normal. But the second that he hit Hawkins High, you sensed something darker.. More akin to an animal than a human. As a result, you went above and beyond to avoid him - even when all your friends collectively lost their minds over him.

As a result, Billy Hargrove seemed to sense something in you that made him seek you out, no matter the length you went to. 

The scary part is that the guy is a constant in your brain. You can sense when he’s around. Lingering. Watching you with ocean blue bedroom eyes. Like a predator stalking his prey minutes before the kill. 

It’s a day like any other, the only out of the ordinary thing being that it’s the day of a full moon night. Nobody seems to notice or care, but to Billy, the timing means everything. It has him on edge from the time he wakes up in the morning, each step closer to being trapped with you inside Hawkins High all damn day when he knows what's coming, it's got him moodier than normal. - This happens when the bond is challenged. - the thought comes but Billy turns up the radio in his car to ignore it on purpose. The less he thinks about you. The less he thinks about the things he'd like to do to you, the better off he'll be. He just has to ride this out, that's all.

As the blue Camaro pulls to a stop in front of Hawkins Middle School, Billy shatters the silence between himself and his younger stepsister, Max.

❝ Stay the fuck away from the arcade tonight. Come straight home. I mean it, shitbird, I..❞ he’s tense. The hand that isn’t holding his cigarette is white-knuckle gripping the wheel. Max starts off angry, but then she stops to think.. Billy’s wolf side has been more.. Enhanced.. Since the move to Hawkins earlier this month. He’s quicker to anger, he’s meaner than usual. He’s almost went full wolf at least three times, one of them being during a very public -and very major, sporting event.

Max stares at him for a second. ❝ Not that I care or anything, but..❞ Max asks, pausing for a second as she rubs the bridge of her nose and stares out the window before turning to look at him again. ❝ What are you nearly killing yourself to try and avoid lately?❞

Billy’s laughter at the question is dry. He thumps the half-smoked cigarette out the window, no regard to being on school property. And after staring out the windshield in the direction of Hawkins High, he speaks again.

It’s quieter. More reminiscent of the boy he used to be, sweet and sensitive, before Neil beat it all out of him. ❝ I found her, Max..❞

At first, Max is confused. But then she remembers a conversation between a slightly younger Billy and a drunker than usual Neil. Neil was telling Billy that at a certain age, the wolf side will fight it’s way out. And it will fixate on the nearest female similar to him who happens to catch it’s attention. The way Neil explained it, this was to be ignored because it would only ruin Billy’s life like it had ruined his. They called it mating season.

But Max has never agreed with anything Neil’s ever said, so when she heard Neil filling Billy’s head with garbage about the whole thing, she instantly wrote it off. Now, she’s older. Old enough to understand that the weight of this bond could be powerful. All-consuming and conquering. And maybe fighting it so hard was only going to drive Billy speeding straight down the same path as his father.

When Max’s smaller hand settles on his forearm and she sighs, Billy flinches. Baby blue eyes fix intently on his stepsister’s hand and where it rests. ❝ And you’re fighting it.. Right?❞ Max asks, curious.

Billy’s jaw flutters. He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t do or say anything else for a few seconds, but when a shaking hand reaches for the half-crushed pack of cigarettes sitting on the dashboard of the car, Max grabs his hand and shakes her head. ❝ Haven’t you figured out by now that Neil is a bad person? And the wolf side, that’s not the reason why? It just makes him more dangerous, Billy.. But you.. You don't have to end up like him.❞

❝ Save it, Max.❞ Billy snaps. ❝ He’s right. It’s only gonna destroy me because she’ll leave too. Just like…❞ his voice fades but his mind conjures up the two most important female figures entirely too easy. Too realistic. There’s his mother, behind him. In the past. And he’s watching her drive away without bothering to look back. Then there’s you, in front of him.. The girl who can’t get away from him fast enough whenever your paths cross. The girl he seeks out. Desperately.

Even Tommy Hagan tells him it’s pathetic the way he keeps popping up around you.

But if I hadn’t last weekend, he thinks to himself, hand clenching around the steering wheel even tighter, that motherfucker would have happily taken her to his backseat. 

Max clears her throat. ❝ Is it that girl who practically ran from you at Big Buy two nights ago? Is she your.. You know..❞

Billy nods solemnly. Then he rubs a hand over his face. ❝ Just stay th’ fuck away from the arcade tonight, shitbird. I can’t pick you up and Neil will kill us both if you’re walking home in the dark.❞

❝ What does any of this have to do with you finding her, hm?❞

❝ Because!❞ he shouts, a hand slamming against the dash in anger. He swears under his breath and for just a little bit, like he always does whenever he scares her, he feels like a monster.

Like the worst guy in the world.

❝ She’s going t’ see some stupid fucking movie with her friends tonight, alright? That’s too close to the arcade and I…❞ he punches the dash again because even as he sits in his idling car in front of Hawkins Middle, he’s pulled to you. He knows you’re over at the high school somewhere and it’s taking everything he possesses not to rush off, straight to you.

Max is waiting. But then something else hits her. Something she’d previously given up on.

Somewhere, buried deep down inside the asshole she calls a stepbrother, there might just be a shred of good. A spark of hope.. And now that he’s found you, he’s trying so hard to fight it because he knows that if you reject him too, he’s as good as fucked. And he’s only got Neil as an example of any kind of ‘bond’. 

Neil was so mean and violent that he ran Billy’s mother off. Neil is the one who destroyed the bond, not Billy’s mother. 

Right now, Max thinks, Billy’s trying to protect himself.. And her.. Because he knows that the full moon will make him more powerful. So he’s trying to avoid her.. So he can’t hurt her. Or be hurt by her. 

❝ Okay, alright.. I’ll just grab my Michael Myers mask and go trick or treating instead or something. Maybe I can find those kids and scare the shit out of them. Fair enough?❞ she asks.

Billy gives a solemn nod. As he drives away, Max watches the car.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ ･ ｡ﾟ ───

Meanwhile, at Hawkins High, you’re in the girls bathroom with your best friends, trying to put the finishing touches on your makeup. As you slick on candy apple colored lipstick, Fiona is talking nonstop about something that you’re not even paying much attention to.

❝ Oh come on!❞ Fiona throws up her hands in exasperation when you shake your head after she’s badgered you for the sixth time this week to show up to Tina’s Halloween bash. It’s kind of a big deal for anyone outside the inner circle to be invited, much less anybody in the junior class who also happens to be outside the small and tight-knit inner circle.

❝ Fiona, stop.. I’m not going. It’s not happening.❞

❝ Okay, well.. When we miss the implosion of Hawkins High’s answer to Princess Diana and Prince Charles, I don’t wanna hear you bitching.❞

You roll your eyes. Pop a big bubble with your favorite strawberry flavored gum and mimic her. ❝ They invited us as a joke, Fi.. I dunno why the fuck you can’t see that.❞ you remark. As Dolores pushes open the door to the bathroom, you catch a fleeting glimpse of Billy Hargrove as he lingers out in the hallway. Leaned against the vacant locker right next to yours.

You roll your eyes again, turn your attention to Dolores. ❝ Gimme.❞ and when Dolores gives you a sheepish look, you tug at your teased hair. Dolores apologizes and then explains that her mother caught her trying to buy you the carton of cigarettes the night before and she took them away.

And apparently, she’s also taken away the vodka Dolores had stashed for the movie matinee at the Hawk tonight, too.

❝ I thought your mom was the cool one, D.❞ you’re pouting a little and Dolores sighs, rubbing her forehead. ❝ She was until she started screwing that guy she met at work.. Now she’s trying to make us look like the fucking Cleavers.. She even cooked last night, girl..❞

You nearly choke on your chewing gum.

Fiona clears her throat. ❝ Tell her we need this party experience, D. C’mon, please?❞

Dolores laughs and shakes her head. ❝ Oh absolutely not. Do you really think I’m eager to see what cruel prank they’ll have in store if we’re dumb enough t’ show our faces? We’re underclassmen and we’re not in with their crowd.❞

Fiona huffs at both of you, annoyed. ❝ Screw the both of you. I’m fuckin goin.❞

You and Dolores share a look and shrug. You’re staring at the closed bathroom door intently and Dolores speaks up, smirking at you. ❝ Hot date waiting, girl?❞

You flip her off. The urge to run out of the bathroom and the feeling that the walls are closing in all of a sudden is overwhelming. You can feel your throat getting tighter. You can feel yourself tense up. 

You can feel him watching you out in the hall.. Through a closed bathroom door.

And there’s something inside you that longs to rush out the door and straight up to him.

Instead, you choose the lesser of two evils and you gather your books, sling your backpack over your shoulders and shove right between Carol Perkins and Tina as they’re walking in. You rush down the hall and straight outside, around the building to the area where the smokers all hang out.

You’re just about to bum a cigarette off of Catherine Cortlandt, a girl in your Science class when you feel a tap to your shoulder.

You whirl around and find yourself body to body with Billy Hargrove and you nearly choke on your chewing gum. You stare up at him for a second or two. He takes hold of your hand and places his pack of Reds in your hand, closing your hands around the pack and his hand around yours.

And there’s something different in his eyes today.. Wilder and yet somehow, calm. Animal and yet somehow, tame.

He’s not just looking at you like you’re his prey right now, either. 

You step just a little closer. And after a few seconds of heavy mental debate, rather than turning and bolting immediately, you speak up softly. ❝ I, uh.. How’d you know I wanted a cigarette?❞

He chuckles. Shrugs instead of answering. He snatches his hands away from your hands and the second his grip is gone, you frown a little.

Which is a surprise for you because typically, given that you always feel like prey around him, it’s not as if you’re going out of your way to touch -or be touched by him.  You take a cigarette from the pack and he takes it back. Just the little bit of contact has you pouting just a little.

Your brows knit together. This is confusing for you.

Good luck avoiding her, dumb fuck. - the thought is so clear that you’re looking at him, your head tilted just a little. He shuffles his feet against the gravel. You study him intently. He feels sadder today. There’s just this air of doom lingering.

You step closer.

Billy tenses slightly. Your hand raises, settling against a fresh bruise on his jaw. You purse your lips and sigh quietly. ❝ I wish you’d stop fighting everybody with a goddamn pulse.❞ you mutter after a second or two. You don’t say anything about what you think you’ve heard him say out loud, mostly because you’re hoping he’ll clarify.

Before either of you can say -or do, anything else, the bell to begin school for the day rings.

You’re rushing away before he can say another word. But he’s left there in his own confusion, because like with you, he could’ve sworn he heard you say something out loud.

He confuses me and he scares me. But I can’t stop thinking about him. I can’t stop wanting him. He’s dangerous but I feel like I’m completely safe with him. 

By the time he strolls into homeroom a good five minutes late, you’re already seated in your seat across the classroom, doodling on a sheet of notebook paper like always. You barely pay attention to anything the teacher says.

It’s science, it might as well be written in a dead language to you.

You’re only half listening when the teacher tells you that you’ll be paired to work with a partner for this unit because there’s a special project to do at the end. As the teacher calls off names for each group, you’re doodling on your homework -an essay on Fahrenheit 451, you’re trying to figure out why Billy Hargrove suddenly wants to avoid you when he’s spent nearly a whole month popping up constantly.

And you’re trying to figure out why the hell this bothers you so much and why it feels like you need to do something. You’re almost desperate to keep him from avoiding you.

Like he’s a part of you.

❝ Ms. __ and Mr. Hargrove, you two will be working together.❞ the teacher’s words cut through his intense daze and baby blue eyes settle on you to find you staring at him already for once.

His heart flutters. His stomach twists in knots. He knows that today is the worst day you could’ve chosen to suddenly seem to be aware of the way he likes to linger close. The way he’s always quick to intervene when it comes to you.

Billy’s not making any move to come to you, so you gather your books and you make your way over to him. And as soon as you’re sitting beside him, the jittery feeling you’ve had since you woke up this morning starts to subside. Just like it did when we were together in the smokers pit outside. - the thought comes and you’re mulling it over.

❝ If this involves any cuttin' or anything, doll.. I've got it.❞

After he says it, he doesn't say anything else. You can feel the tension in him, he's sitting beside you practically folded into himself.

Something is wrong with him. - the thought comes and with it, the compulsion you can't seem to fight today, the urge to get closer. To be the calm for him if you can. This leads to you, leaning in just a little closer and the second you do that, Billy’s breath hangs in his throat and he freezes, swallowing down both a lump in his throat and the prickling sensation of sharp fangs beneath his gums. What you're doing is dangerous but one quick read of your current emotional state, - something he likes to think he's gotten pretty good at and he hates that he has., - that tells him that somehow, you’re totally unaware of what you’re doing and you only want to comfort him.

❝ Sorry, I just...❞ you trail off, muttering under your breath about how weird today has been. Billy rubs the bridge of his nose and sits there, staring at you while you fill out the pre-lab assessment that the teacher just handed out. He spots the mistake in the sloppily drawn Punnett Square before you do and he reaches over, carefully sliding the pencil out of your hand. You pause to look over at him, a brow raised and between the sweet scent you’re putting off and the way you're just barely leaned against his muscular body, he gets overwhelmed.

❝ You, uh.. You’re doin' it all wrong.❞ he mutters, irritated at himself because he's the new King here. Kings don't stumble over their words. Kings do what they want, they take what they want and nothing ever, under any circumstance, scares them.

And yet, he thinks, here you are, terrified of her. Of the connection. 

When you hear him speak again, you sit there, a brow raised. Because you know he hasn't said a word this time and yet, you're hearing him, that same smooth and easy voice. 

This whole damn day is weird. - the thought comes and it's so loud, so persistent that Billy puts down the pencil to look over at you for a second or two. Just as he's about to get back to fixing the numerous mistakes you made, you look up. Right at him, your finger caught in one of your curls. When you bite your lip and blink, he shifts in his seat and fights off a growl.

You're wearing a different perfume today. He's starting to think he likes it better than the usual cotton candy-esque stuff you usually prefer.. - because when it mixes with her natural smell, she smells just like strawberry pound cake. Like the ones my mom baked me before she cut out. - the thought has him strained against faded denim painfully and Billy gives an abrupt cough as he shifts around in his seat yet again.

Irene said he's a jerk. Why can't I stop thinking about him..why do I dream about him nonstop? I know he's dangerous, why do I feel pulled to him?

When he hears this, he's even harder. He coughs abruptly again and it startles you because you jump a little, glancing over at him just as he's finished the first page of exercises.

I feel like I'm on fucking fire. Why is it so hot? - this thought has him pausing. Glancing over at you again just in time to see you fan yourself with the composition book you always carry.

She doesn't know what's happening. That might be dangerous, especially now that I know of at least two other Alphas here. - the thought comes just as he feels you lean into him even more. The scent of you is so amplified that he feels like he's going to lose his goddamn mind, go feral right here in front of the entire homeroom Science class.

❝ I'm so boreddd.❞ you mumble as you breathe in the scent of cologne and cigarette, something underneath it all that you can't put a finger on but you know it's Billy, you always catch a whiff of it when he's near. It's different today..Stronger. More appealing, if that's at all possible. You hate admitting it to yourself but you've been painfully aware of him since he hit Hawkins High at the beginning of the month.

❝ Your cologne..❞ you speak up, that dreamy little hushed voice of yours putting him in a daze for just a few seconds. Then he chuckles. Licks his lips as he locks eyes with you for as long as he dares. ❝ Yeah? What about my cologne, darling?❞

❝ It smells delicious.❞ the second you blurt it out you want to die on the spot.

Could I be a bigger airhead right now? Really? And why am I  flirting and all snuggled up on him anyway, huh? - the ringing of the bell has you springing away. Before he can even process you've gone, you're out in the hallway.

An unmated - and totally clueless, Omega loose in a high school with at least three Alphas. Also unmated, at least for the most part.

He swears under his breath and grabs his notebooks, rushing out just in time to catch the first of the two other unmated Alphas, Jason, a younger little shit that's way too full of himself, as Jason corners you up.

You're still puzzling out the events of the day so far when you feel a tap to your left shoulder. You whirl around quick. But it's too quick and it puts you body to body with Jason, some little prick the grade below. Another one of the popular boys that feels 'off' to you and you avoid at all costs. As he stands there in all his fake-ass Ken doll glory, you raise a brow.

Yep. The elevator definitely stops way before the top floor with that one. I think I'd better go.. - this one is accompanied by the follow up thought, of all the days he could pick to stop lurking, it's seriously today?

This thought reaches Billy’s awareness and he makes himself stand firm. Watching the situation like a hawk, because he might be trying to keep what he knows is happening from happening but the fact remains.. the wolf inside him still views you very much it's property. 

A few deep breaths down. Jason is still chatting you up and you're either too polite or too oblivious to pick up on the very obvious territorial cues he's throwing your way. The bell is about to ring and frankly, you've had more than enough from Jason by this point so you side step him.

Here's the thing..when you do this, Jason doesn't care for it. So he steps into your way all over again and he's taller. Stockier. 

You gulp.

Billy growls to himself. ❝ Here we fuckin go.❞ he grumbles as he shoves his way through a throng of students and stops behind you, clearing his throat.

That calm thousand yard stare in his eyes as he laughs at the younger Alphas audacity. Who the fuck does this kid think he is? Can't he pick up on the fact she's mine, mated or not? And I don't like sharing anything.. - the thought comes, it's enough to make him clench his jaw and the calm stare intensifies as he boldly holds Jason's challenging gaze and smirks even more.

❝ There you are, doll. Turn my back ten seconds and assholes are all over you, huh?❞ he’s really pressing himself into you and as he does, he whispers quiet against the shell of your ear, ❝ For your own good, play along..❞

Jason looks from you to Billy, his gaze lingering on you just a little too long for Billy’s liking. Billy steps up into your backside even more and as you feel how hard he is through his jeans, you can feel your knees buckle just the slightest. Just enough. And your thighs clench so damn tight to stop the flood between your thighs.

Oh Jesus. It feels like it’s huge, guess that answers the question why a good half of the girls in town went totally stupid when he moved here… Including me, sadly. - the thought bombards him as you’re having it, distracting to a point where there’s at least a second or two in which he just glares hatefully at Jason instead of saying something. Or doing something.

Jason’s a special kind of stupid, Billy already knows this, the guy came knocking a while back under the guise of ‘talking’ to his younger stepsister. So when the fact that Billy’s practically wearing you like an article of clothing due to how close you’re standing doesn’t seem to have any bearings or stop him from stepping up into you from the front, effectively placing you the filling in a teenage werewolf sandwich, Billy’s done playing vague little games.

He brushes some hair away from your neck and noses against your soft skin, giving Jason another bold smirk the whole time. You’re trying to play along and act as if this is totally the norm for you, but deep down, every part of you wants to whine out.. Because Billy Hargrove’s rough lips shouldn’t feel so good against your neck. You should be running right now, not standing there helpless. Normally, you would've already shut Jason Carver's bullshit down and shoved past him.

Billy feels you melt into him. He also feels every ounce of the confusion you’re feeling at the moment. Because he’s been fighting the pull to you almost a month at this point -and losing badly. He knows it’s a bad idea to crave the connection. He knows it’s an even worse idea to be this close to you on a full moon day/night.

I shouldn’t have fuckin come today. Shoulda stayed home. It’s dangerous for her to be so close. It’s dangerous for me too but that’s something I’ll get into later.

The stand-off between the two boys seems to come to an end, with the shocking twist that Jason looks at you and apologizes for the misunderstanding. Your brow raises. He wasn’t really doing anything but being a little weird. Like usual.

Once Jason is gone, you whirl around to thank Billy for showing up when he did but to your surprise, he’s already walking away. He’s doing it so fast it’s almost as if you repel him. The complete opposite of the way he normally tends to be with you, always lingering. Watching. Managing to pop up just when your mind wanders and thoughts of him seem to fill it.

You stare after him and sigh, ultimately shaking your head. Blowing out a ragged breath as your hand tangles in a mess of thick and teased hair.

❝ That entire thing wasn’t weird, not even a little..❞ you mumble to yourself as you shake your head.

You don’t see Billy for the rest of the day. Which is unusual, considering he’s always lurking somewhere close. By the time the day ends, all you want to do is get home and get ready for your movie matinee at the Hawk with your friends.

Maybe a little harmless trick-or-treating with your baby brother and younger sister first. You’ve put the whole bizarre day out of your head.. Or you’ve tried to.

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turning in your stomach - the final chapter

🪽#akiangel | 13.4k

🪽explicit | 🔞

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🪽im sobbing

🔗: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44005113/chapters/124290628#main

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Ok so for the requests... how about some sexy comforting distraction from mild pain? Maybe KOBD x fem human reader. Lots of kisses on the jaw and cheek while other things are happening. (Ttly not because I went to the dentist today and the anaesthetic just stopped working)

Distractions - KOBD X (Female) Reader

Warnings: 18+

Word Count: 655

The pain was mild. Thankfully, it was far from excruciating, but it wasn’t necessarily tolerable either. Just some time ago, the anesthesia ceased to work its magic on you, so there was a constant pain in both your jaw and your teeth. After a long and grueling day at the dentist’s office, you planned to rest and relax for the remainder of the day in your home, preferably on a bed or a couch. However, as luck would have it, you managed to end up inside a warehouse, surrounded by two very attentive and doting Cybertronians. 

Breakdown held you safely in his large servos, cradling you close with his rounded digits as you rested atop his big, blue chest. As he traced light circles into your back, you couldn’t help but moan softly. You leaned into his touch, sighing gently as his engine rumbled beneath your body. It was just soft enough to ease you.

As well as tease you.

He knew what he was doing, and he was delighted. Nevertheless, he was as soft as he could be while tending to you. It was something that you dearly appreciated. 

But just then, another sharp pain from your jaw forced your body to shiver. Breakdown frowned at you, his single, yellow optic aglow with concern. 

“You okay?”

You nodded, allowing the throbbing to subside. Breakdown readjusted his servos, setting one behind your back while the other pressed against your clothed chest. Carefully, he rubbed your tits. He massaged them, the motions from his digits causing them to bounce. Almost immediately, your nipples grew hard. When he flicked a bud, he caught the blissful expression on your face. It encouraged him. As he massaged your breasts, you gripped his plating and tilted your head back in ecstasy. For several moments, he toyed with your boobs until you relaxed once again. 

He smiled at you.

“How’s that? Any better?”

A familiar sort of liquid pooled inside your shorts and underwear as you cried his name. 

“Much better!”

From his vocalizer, Breakdown released a hum. Cautiously, he drew you closer to his helm and kissed you on the corners of your lips. In spite of his size, the kiss worked well. His dermas, although large, were warm and smooth against your skin. As you moaned, his inner mechanics purred slightly louder in response. After a moment or two, he kissed you directly on the lips.

“Happy to hear it, sweetspark.” 

You laughed. Before you could hug him, however, a smooth voice wafted inside your ears. 

“As am I.” 

Knock Out approached your side with a grin. 

“Here. Hand her to me, Breakdown.” 

Breakdown didn’t complain, and neither did you. When you reached out to the red mech, he instantly brought you into his own servos. He was careful not to injure you with his claws. As he settled himself beside Breakdown, he slowly dragged his sharp digits across your body, touching your bare shoulders as well as your exposed thighs. 

“Good girl,” he crooned. “Now, aren’t you pleased that we answered your call for help?” 

You pouted at his teases, but nodded. 

“Maybe.”

He chuckled, continuing to stroke your body until finally choosing to dip a claw between your legs. You gasped and squirmed, prompting the Decepticon medic to beam with pride. As you firmly pressed your soft hands to his plating, you began to rock against his digit. Knock Out moved his claw beneath you in order to help you. As your arousal increased, Breakdown shifted closer.

“Doc, I think she’s pretty wet…”

Knock Out smirked.

“Ah, but of course she is, Breaky. We are giving her a much-needed distraction from the pain, after all.”

All of the sudden, he stopped his claw from moving beneath you. Before you could question what happened, he pulled you near his faceplate and pressed a little kiss to your jaw. 

“And I cannot be more pleased by the results.”

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