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endeaavorr · 3 years

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the third vibrate from your phone successfully prodded your eyes to wake. your left arm numb from the way you accidentally slept on it hurriedly reaches out to put your phone on silent, not wanting to wake him up. ah yes, him. you look at the dimmed screen of your phone, 5.00 am 8th of August.

your heart warms at the sight. you lean back to the mattress facing up, trying to stretch your body properly before starting up the day. you turn your head to the left and see his sleeping figure. the slow rise of his chest, the slight part of his lips, and the nasty scar, as shoto calls it, settling happily across the side of his face.

you don’t usually get to see this side of him, either because he doesn’t come home that night from work, or you’re too tired to pay attention, or the two of you passed out right after doing it. so you hit the snooze button once more and studies his face, your right hand now softly leaning on his broad chest, neat fingers tracing the outlines of his never aging face.

but the morning haze soon is replaced by your default mode. pulling enji’s cover to his chin to keep him warm, you get up to start preparing breakfast, you wanted to make it extra special for today.

for the last month the two of you has been, how do you say it, distant. you were taking extra shifts at your agency to afford this watch you wanted to give him on his birthday. even so, since you can’t tell him why he’s starting to come home to a cold empty house, it’s been quiet and rather uncomfortably awkward. you kinda feel bad in a way, so you’re determined to make today work.

you were so drowned in your thoughts, you didn’t even realize enji already woke up and finished his morning run.

“good morning, papa.” you greet him with your usual kind eyes.

“morning,”

he’s fresh out of the shower, wearing a sleeveless shirt and a lounge short, a small towel sitting on his damp hair. he sits on the tatami while you plate breakfast for the two of you. the air is dry and suddenly even the tatami is not that comfortable.

breakfast was quiet, it has always been quiet. but not like this, it’s normally filled with you clinging to his arm and playfully sneak your head under his arms right above his folded feet, facing him with a half closed sleepy smile.

you steal glances at him but he’s always looking down. just when you have the courage to break the silence, he says i enjoyed the food, and puts his dish in the sink.

“i’m staying out tonight, don’t wait up for me.”

you were only able to muster a ‘good luck at work, papa!’ before he’s gone again.

it’s 5pm. you just got home from enji’s agency, dropping of a set of suit you picked up from the launderer. reservation is at 8pm, you have three hours to call him about it and get ready yourself.

“hello,”

“ah papa ! are you busy now ?”

“yeah, i thought i told you this morning.”

it’s a lie, you asked his assistant and his schedule is empty from 5pm above.

“well, not according to your assistant apparently.”

it’s silent.

“well, i just dropped off something for you at the receptionist ! make sure to wear them, dinner’s at ___ at 8pm under my name, i’ll see you there papa ! i love you!”

“wait—“

you leaned to the wall behind you and press your phone to your chest in a relieved sigh. really, you’ve been living together literally your whole life, how are you still nervous like a preteen talking to their first crush ?

you shake your head mentally and start to get ready. in the mean time.. enji is dumbfounded. he’s just confused and the receptionists are grinning knowingly, which makes him even more, confused. good thing his office has a shower and a spare room though.

it’s 7pm. you apply some final touches of light make up. the two light honks from outside signals that your driver is here, ready to take you. the restaurant is pretty close from enji’s office, but it takes a good 25 min walk from the todoroki residence and you don’t wanna ruin your hair.

you get up and look at yourself in the mirror, you’re wearing a black designer dress that exposes your shoulders with a small purse on the right of your hand. you’re ready to go.

8 pm.

“ah, endeavor-san, how can i help you tonight ?”

the hostess welcomes enji with a polite smile.

“i have a reservation under my daughter’s name, todoroki y/n.”

“right this way, sir.”

enji follows the hostess to a more secluded table from the others, he notices it’s way quieter than the main dining hall, the view next to both of the seats are the wide view of city lights. the waiter serving them tonight introduces himself and hands him the menu, while pouring water from a sealed glass bottle to enji’s glass. he looks through some pages but then decided to just wait for you to order.

you arrive no later than five minutes after he did, welcomed by the same hostess, and immediately taken to your table.

“you look good, papa.”

“you too,”

he takes his time to scan over you, your neatly styled hair, your set of greenish ocean eyes that matches his, the scar on your left cheek that you wear proudly, and lastly the way he realizes again just how breathtaking you are.

on the other side, you feel your heart flutter. he looks really good. the slightly opened white shirt, the perfectly tailored navy suit, emphasizing his strong arms that has saved way too many lives, too many times.

enji was too busy staring at you he didn’t even bother taking a look at his menu. and by the time the waiter was ready to take his order, he just went with the classic i’ll have one of what she’s having.

“how’s your day, papa?” you started the conversation.

“it’s normal, busy.”

you place your right hand on top of his, thumb gently rubbing comforting strokes on his palm.

“i missed you, you know.”

“well, you’re the one who’s been away so much.”

you’re honestly a bit startled at his bluntness, he usually won’t do things like this. you get a bit shy and shifts your gaze from his to where your palms are lightly entangled.

“i’m sorry papa, i can’t help it, i needed extra shifts.”

“for what ? is it about money ? you know you can always ask me, right ? i don’t mind providing for you for the rest of my life as long as i get to come home to you, and not just a cold dead hall.”

you’re out of words, his brows is contorted, and the glint in his eyes shows something you guessed to be dissapointment ? guilt ?

“i’m sorry,” you say again, hands shyly squeezing his and the other toying with the ends of your skirt. your heart still goes on a marathon when it comes to him.

the dinner was nice, it’s slow paced and calm, just like how he likes it. the little tense you two had is now slowly melting away. opting to take a walk home instead, you walk hand in hand under the generous light of the moon.

enji took off his suit halfway and put it around you, keeping his right hand in his pocket while his other is entangled with your much smaller one. his shirt has now one more button open, sleeves rolled neatly three times as they rest proper on half of his arm.

you can’t stop smiling, butterflies going crazy in your stomach like a lovesick fool, that you maybe are. you don’t know if it’s from the wine, but he’s way more talkative right now, you’re making jokes here and there, laughing to yourself while gripping his hand tighter and hugging his arms with your other hand. he’s laughing a little too, not that he doesn’t appreciate it, that’s just how he is.

you’re waiting to cross the road at the last junction before you reach your home, the road is clean empty but the light is still red. the both of you don’t mind, he takes this chance to pull you tighter against him and breathe the always comforting natural scent of your hair.

your solace is interrupted by the ding of the crossing light turning green, but enji doesn’t let go, so you start walking slowly like that, pressed against each other, steps getting tangled making it hard to walk. the things you do for love.

it’s 11 pm.

he goes in first while you lock the front door and make sure all the lamps in the yard are on. he sits down and starts to take off his shoe, you quickly slipped of your heels and crouched between his legs to do it for him instead. your short dress riding up, displaying your already exposed milky thighs in its glory.

you can tell where he’s looking and feel the twitch of your insides from the yearning you’ve been holding back. he reaches out his right hand to caress your cheek. you lean to his rough hands and give him a faint smile before you push your body towards his in attempt of pinning him down, disguised by an innocent hug. your head resting on his chest while he supports himself with one arm and holds you back with the other. he face touches the bare skin of your neck and finds comfort there. pressing kisses that quickly turned wet.

you lift up your head and pulled his supporting hand towards you, making sure he’s fully laid on the wooden floor, arms caging his head, hazy eyes looking down on his meaningful orbs. it’s not long before you crash your lips together in a desperate kiss, your spit drooling down his chin, his stubble grazing the smooth well cared surface of your face.

you sit down on his crotch and he abruptly breaks the kiss with a groan, but you’re quick to grab his face and pull him in an even more passionate open mouthed kiss, his hands find the swell of your ass and guide them so you’re now grinding on his growing bulge too.

the mutual need to breathe forces both of you to break the kiss. foreheads now touching together, heavy ragged breath mixing, the intimacy making you dizzy. but the high wears off sooner than you thought and you can’t help but hide your reddened face to his neck, not wanting him to see you blush, hands clutching him tight as he sits back up holding you properly.

“let’s go take a bath, i’m sweaty.”

you can only offer a weak nod, still too embarrassed of what you just did. he hoists you up to his shoulder and carries you to the bathroom.

it’s so warm. you’re sitting between his legs leaning to him, his strong arms on your stomach protectively, body radiating comforting warmth to yours, making the both of you completely relaxed.

you almost let yourself fall asleep if not that you remember about his gift. so you get up first, telling him to enjoy the bath a little longer and go sprint to your room.

you quickly dried your hair and put on a set of babydoll you’ve been keeping for this day. it’s a simple white see through babydoll with soft lace that hangs prettily on your supple thighs. you put on your sleep robe and go to his room with a deep green paperbag on your right hand.

it’s 11.30 pm.

the futon is laid and you’re sitting above it on your knees, your gift hidden behind your figure.

enji comes out of the bathroom already in his sleepwear, a black set of loose shirt and a matching pants. his hands are still busy trying to dry his own hair until he looks up at the sight of you and pauses.

you pat the spot next to you, signaling him to sit there. he walks up to you and sit crossed legged in front of you. he can see the rather big paperbag behind you but decided not to say anything.

“what is it ?”

you opened your mouth in attempt to answer him but was left with nothing, so you just shoved the paperbag and places it in on the little space between the two of you, encouraging him to open it. he’s still not getting it and looks at you with genuinely asking eyes, but you’re too stubborn to meet his eyes and just keep looking at the walls to your right, peach blush already forming again.

“it’s for you,” you brave yourself to look at him in the eyes and finally say it, “happy birthday, papa.”

enji felt like his brain short circuited. but you ushered him to open your gift before he could say anything. you watch as his big hands fully envelop the big green box inside, the one your clumsy hands almost dropped.

he opend the box and stares at it for a while. it’s a platinum rolex day-date 40 from it’s 2021 men collection.

“this is expensive,” was the first respond he let out.

“we-well, that’s why i’d been taking extra shifts,” you sheepishly rub the back of your head. enji’s strong gaze didn’t waver.

“you didn’t have to—“

“but i want to !” you cut him,

“it’s just—“

you grab the pillow behind you and hide your face in it, finding it hard to speak to him eye to eye like this. “i love you, and sometimes i can’t help my feelings, i just thought, this is what people do to their loved ones.. you know,” you explain in a voice growing smaller than before, almost completely muffled by the pillow.

he lets out a sigh before repacking his gift, putting it back inside the paperbag and placing it on his side. you’re getting nervous.. is he mad ? did he not like it ? were you pushing it ?

all your silent doubt dies down as he pulled you close to his chest.

“i love you too, thank you.”

his voice runs beautifully through your ear, the sensation going straight to your heart. you ease up and holds him back.

“um, papa,”

“hn”

“i still have another gift,”

he pulls back and looks at you with a raised brow. you better not have unnecessarily give up you rest just to buy him a ‘gift’, it translates. both your hands come out in front of you in a waving motion to dismiss his half true accusation, but you struggled so much trying to pull out the right words.. you just let out a bashful sigh and unties the knot in front of your outer, before letting the dense fabric hit the floor, revealing the pretty babydoll sitting pretty and proper accentuating your pretty pretty curves.

he stills.

“do-does it look weird..?”

he scans over you for a while but your embarrassment made you thought he was looking at you in a weird way.

your cheeks are heating up, eyes glued to your thighs before you hear a rustle and suddenly your back is against the futon with one arm pinned above your head by his weight, and your other one is in his, you look at you favorite set of eyes that matches yours and the blue sky, he presses your hand to the side of is face and land a deep kiss on the innerside of your wrist, leaning against it while staring back at you.

it was a good birthday.

happy birthday todoroki enji, 8.8.21

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years

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Hi! I'm the anon that asked for any requests you are comfortable or not with, first of all, thanks for answer my question! And second, would you be so kind to write about a male villain confessing his feelings to a female hero with some sexual tension in the middle and then if you want that the thing ends up in something nsfw, please?^^

Request #24

Warning: nsfw.

Man, this one came out long, but I'm hella happy with it! Also, having the characters have different genders really made the writing easier, so I'm probably gonna be doing that more often, lmao.

Enjoy, dear anon!

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"Ugh! Why are you like this?!" - Hero exclaimed, frustrated as she threw another punch in the villain's direction. He dodged it with ease and caught her wrist, swiftly bringing her closer and landing a hit on her face.

Disoriented, the hero couldn't do anything as Villain pinned her against the wall, her arms held above her head. They were both panting, gasping for air from the exhausting fight that had led them to this point. She tugged at her wrists, trying to break free, but his grip was unyielding.

"Why am I like what?" - the villain asked, making Hero's blood boil even more.

"Don't play dumb!" - she growled out, snarling angrily. "You've been doing this shit for weeks now!"

Before Villain could question her more, the hero lunged her head forward and bit him on the face, catching him off guard. His grip loosened, and his nemesis was quick to take advantage of it. She freed her arms, grasped onto him, and threw them both to the ground.

They thrashed around, rolling all over the dusty floor of the abandoned warehouse they were in until eventually, Hero found herself on top of her enemy, straddling his hips, pinning down his wrists on either side of his head.

Now, even more tired, they glared at each other. The woman decided to voice her frustrations further. "Every. Fucking. Day." - she started.

"Every fucking day, you've been doing whatever you can to waste my time and force me out into the field."

The villain grit his teeth. "I'm not doing this to waste your time."

"Oh, yeah? Then why-" - the hero was never able to finish talking as Villain jutted his hips and threw her off balance. He rolled them both over, swapping their places so that he was on top.

"BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEE YOU!" - the villain exclaimed without thinking, too frustrated to think twice before speaking.

She gaped at him, trying to understand his words. "You-? W-What?"

He faltered, regret starting to eat away at him. He should not have said that. He should not have said-

They switched places again. Hero was on top of Villain, and- ah, shit- he hadn't realized just how close she was- how- how intimate this felt...

A blush threatened to take over his face, but he fought against it, successfully keeping it at bay. Or at least, he was successful until the hero decided to hover her face right in front of his own.

Suspicious, she questioned, "What do you mean you 'wanted to see me?'"

"I- I uh..." - what the hell was happening?! Since when did he stutter?! He couldn't come up with a reasonable answer, and he refused to tell the truth. So, he just shut his mouth.

She waited a few more seconds, hoping he would answer. But silence and shifty eyes were all that she got.

"Villain, c'mon! What is up with you recently?" - Hero tried again, but the villain still refused to talk. He wasn't even looking at her anymore.

Annoyed, she held down his wrists with one hand while the other grabbed his chin, tilting his head and catching his attention. Their eyes locked, and she swore his pupils were more dilated than usual.

"You've just been acting so weird lately! And, I- I just-" - she stopped, furrowing her eyebrows as she got lost in thought. Was... Was Villain blushing? This was all so- so unlike him!

His pupils are wide, he doesn't want to look at her, and he said he was doing all of this because he 'wanted to see her?' What did any of this mean?! And what the hell is poking her in the-

A blush assaulted her face as the dots suddenly connected, her lips forming into a thin line as she looked down at their touching crotches.

She looked back at him. His face was even brighter, a look in his eyes.

Hero's brain scrambled to break the silence, but her words did not want to cooperate. "I- Do- Do you- Are you-"

"I like you!" - Villain blurted out. He could feel the sweat going down the side of his face as the hero above him became stunned.

"I- I really uh- really like you." - he said again.

Breaking out of her daze, she responded, "Uh... Yeah, I- I can tell."

...

Holy shit, this was awkward.

...

The hold on his chin had loosened at some point, and he looked away again. She broke the silence once more. "How long?"

He almost choked on his spit, looking back to her. "H-Huh?"

"How long have you uh... had feelings for me?"

Oooh, right.

"I- I don't know..." - he admitted. "It just... kind of... happened somewhere along the line...?"

She took a deep breath as if steeling herself for something. Oh, God, what will she say? This is the part where she calls him a weirdo and runs away, isn't it?

"It's... nice to know I'm not the only idiot around here then."

...

"What?"

Clearing her throat, Hero shily muttered, "I- I like you too."

Villain was pretty sure his brain had just short-circuited. Did- Did he hear that right?

"I- You- You like me back?"

She nodded in reply. He was still shocked that this was happening. What were they supposed to do now? Fight? He didn't really want to fight. He had some... other activities on the mind.

Sighing internally, Villain did his best to collect his thoughts. Someone had to move this conversation forward, and it seemed like the hero wouldn't be the one to do it.

"Do you... still want to fight?" - he asked. She looked at him a bit puzzled before her equally fried mind caught up. "I mean- I just... don't really feel like it anymore."

"Uh... Y-Yeah, alright." - she responded, releasing her grip and carefully moving off him so that their crotches wouldn't brush against one another. The villain sat up, and they both remained there on the ground, playing with the dust to keep themselves distracted.

...

It was quiet again. Villain almost groaned, angry with himself. He wanted to say something, but- How was he supposed to say this? It's not like he could just-

"Do you wanna fuck?" - Hero suddenly blurted out, and he sputtered, unable to respond like a functioning human being.

She panicked a bit. "S-Sorry! Uh- Too- Too forward?"

"Y-Yes! I- I mean no! I- I mean-" - he buried his face in his hands. Why was this so difficult?! He was an adult! Both of them were!

Wait- An adult, yes! Just- Think, Villain. How would a sensible adult proceed in this situation?

He uncovered his eyes, taking a look around. They were both on the ground, covered in sweat, dirt, and decades-old dust. They had gotten some good hits on each other, so they had some bruises and cuts.

So, if they were to... have sex - he still couldn't believe this was happening - the most responsible thing to do would probably be... going elsewhere...? But where? To one of their houses, perhaps?

Villain sighed audibly, catching the hero's attention. "Do you... want to come over to my place?"

Her eyes widened, and her face burned brighter at his question. He added frantically, "O-Or we could go to your place! Or- Or no place at all! We could just forget this ever happe-!"

He froze as fingers pressed against his lips, silencing him. He looked at her again. She smiled nervously before saying, "W-We can't forget about this. We could try, but..."

Her eyes traveled up and down his body quickly, studying him, and he couldn't help but shiver under her gaze. "...I'm pretty sure we would both fail miserably."

She pulled her hand back, and he already missed her touch.

"So..." - she started. "...Your place...?"

"S-Sure." - Villain managed to answer. He lifted himself off the ground and offered her his hand, which she took. Upon pulling her up, their bodies lightly collided, Hero's hands landing on his chest to steady herself and one of the villain's hands catching her by the waist. They silently stood there for a moment, blushing as if they had never touched another person, before swiftly separating.

With some awkward coughs and clearing of throats, they were on the move again, working together so they wouldn't get seen.

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"This is your house?" - the hero asked, looking around. The tension between them had eased a bit since they left the warehouse. "I won't lie, I always imagined it to be... a lot less normal than this."

Villain snorted at that. "What, were you expecting red string and cork boards?"

She didn't answer, only biting the inside of her cheek and crossing her arms, making him chuckle a bit before getting back on track. He led her through the house, arriving at a bathroom. "I think it'd be best if we got cleaned up a bit since we've been rolling around in dirt and whatnot all day."

"Why, Villain. Are you being responsible?" - Hero asked playfully. He gave her an "Oh- shush." before showing her where everything was. A smile crept onto his face regardless; he had missed their casual banter.

"Now, I have another bathroom upstairs connected to my bedroom, so once you're done, you can uh... you can join me... I guess..."

"Smooth." - she replied teasingly, getting a blush from him. "I got one more question, though."

"Yes?"

She grinned, looking forward to his reaction. "What am I supposed to wear?"

Villain seemed to freeze for a moment before it registered in his brain that Hero did not, in fact, have any spare clothing to put on. His blush worsened tenfold, and she laughed.

Through her giggles, she asked, "Do you want me to just come upstairs nake-?"

"Bathrobe! Yup! There's uh- There's one right there!" - he blurted out, not letting her finish. She looked to where he was pointing, and there was indeed a bathrobe hanging there, next to some towels.

She gave another small chuckle. "Alright."

Turning back to him, she lightly bit her lip and gave him a look, tracing a finger along his jawline. "But you better wear one too~."

Hero didn't realize a person could blush this badly. For the poor villain's sake, she kept her giggles in this time, letting him respond. "Y-You got it!"

With that, Villain left. He walked out calmly, but a few seconds later, she still heard him sprint down the hall and couldn't keep her laughter to herself.

As he moved up the stairs - way too quickly for it to be normal - he silently cursed himself. Why was he acting like such an idiot?! He had sex before! This was nothing new!

No, no, it's not that this was new or something. It wasn't his fault! It was Hero's!

Hero with her stupid smile that made his knees weak, and her dumb laughter that made his heart flutter, and- and...

...

Has Villain ever felt like this before? Has he ever... fallen for someone like this?

Perhaps before he had become the villain, but... that was a long time ago. He no longer remembered anything from that part of his life. He only remembered the now. He only remembered his fights with Hero.

As he arrived at his bedroom's bathroom, he smiled. The woman really had taken over his mind, hadn't she? She was incredible, no other like her. And amazingly enough, she returned his feelings too.

The villain stripped free of his ruined clothing and hopped into the shower. Rubbing soap onto his dirtied skin, he pondered on that thought. Did she truly feel the same way? What if this was... just some elaborate trick...?

He faltered for a moment, having not considered such an option. What if the hero wanted to catch him off guard...? While he was vulnerable...?

He shook his head. No, that couldn't be the case. He knew her. He knew how her real laughter sounded. He knew how she looked when she was acting, pretending to be happy. And this... this was no act.

Hero loved him back.

Villain knew that. His mind just enjoyed tormenting him sometimes.

As he scrubbed at his scalp and hair, he returned to the present. Hero was here, in his house, and they were basically about to have sex together. His face flushed red again as another thought crossed his mind. Who...

Who would be on top...?

...

Honestly, the villain was fine with being either but... he'd be lying if he said Hero didn't look hot as hell on top of him.

Dear Lord, he was getting turned on just thinking about how she had pinned him down earlier.

...

He really needed to get out of the shower already. Getting back on track, he fully rinsed himself and turned the water off. Hurriedly, he grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Once done with that, he wrapped himself in a bathrobe identical to the one downstairs. It was soft and warm. It helped calm him.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped the door's handle and opened it. Upon doing so, Villain was met with the sight of Hero casually lying on his bed, loosely wrapped in her bathrobe. He could see her cleavage and- shit, he was staring-

Looking away and clearing his throat, he closed the bathroom door.

"Took your sweet time in there, huh?" - she asked with that playful expression back on her face once more. The villain went to respond, but she smirked and continued. "Didn't start the fun without me, did you~?"

"N-No." - he said, and she chuckled at his nervousness. Why was he like this? This was his house and his bed that Hero was lying on! She was just being so confident and... and taking charge and...

She grinned wider, amused as she looked at his crotch. He also looked.

...

Shit.

Well, if that didn't make it obvious he was enjoying this...

...

He looked back up at Hero, and she wiggled her finger at him, beckoning him to come and join her. He silently obliged, crawling onto the bed and sitting in front of her. She was leaning against the headboard, soft pillows arranged so that they would support her back.

The hero scooted forward a bit. Feeling daring, Villain copied her and gasped as he suddenly found himself under her. She had grabbed him and switched their places before he could react, pressing him against the headboard and straddling him.

He stammered, trying to come up with something to say, but grew silent as Hero cradled his cheek. Her thumb rested on his lips as she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "I hope you weren't planning on being the top~?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat, he answered, breathless, "No... I wouldn't have this any other way..."

She grinned at him, eyes half-lidded as she tangled her hands in his hair. He sighed, relaxing under her touch as she brought their lips together in a soft kiss. Villain's arms wrapped around her waist, bringing her closer.

A moan hummed in his throat as Hero's hands trailed down his chest and landed on his bathrobe's belt. Slowly, teasingly, she untied it, the fabric loosening around him, letting her slip it off him, exposing his body to her.

Shivers coursed through the villain as her hands glided along his bare skin. He wanted to feel her too. His hands traced her curves, sneaking towards her belt. As his fingers brushed against it, she caught his wrists, scolding him lightly. "Ah, ah. Not allowed~."

He opened his mouth to protest, but only a gasp left him as one of her hands went to his cock. The hero's fingers brushed against it, her touch feather-light, experienced. Villain grasped at the bedsheet below them, breath coming out uneven as she slowly stroked him.

Even as she drew pleasured mewls from him, she took a moment to admire his shaft. It was a decent length, not the biggest one out there, but certainly above the average. It was just right for her, and she complimented so, whispering in his ear again, "You're the perfect size~. And it looks so nice too~."

He shuddered at her words, and she moved her face in front of him once more. Their mouths locked again, her free hand grabbing the back of his head, pulling him in. She seized his bottom lip in her teeth, nibbling on it gently. Her tongue asked for entrance, and he let her in, deepening the kiss. She explored the inside of his mouth, memorizing every nook and cranny.

Villain sucked in a sharp breath as Hero's hand stopped, and her thumb began running small circles on the tip of his dick, smearing pre-cum across it. As their lips parted again, they gasped for air. Another smile graced her features as he begged. "F-Fuck! Hero, please, can I touch you? Please."

The woman hummed, considering his plea. She adored the needy look on his face, the way his fingers twitched around the clutched bed sheets, desperate for contact. The hero gave a small chuckle. "Well, since you asked so nicely~."

With the permission given, the villain's hands immediately moved to strip her free of her robe. She laughed some more at his haste before kissing him again. Low moans left them both as they touched and teased each other. His hands trailed down her spine, making her arch into him and raising more pleasured sounds from her.

Showing her approval, Hero stroked Villain a few times, her movements swift and firm, drawing another shudder from him. They separated for air again, her hands moving up to cradle his face as she suggested, "How about we get to the fun part now~?"

His hands trailed to her hips, his mouth opened to reply, but he suddenly pulled back, looking as if he just remembered something. "Oh, hold on."

The hero watched curiously as he leaned to the side of the bed towards a nightstand. The villain opened one of the drawers and pulled something out of it. She gave an amused snort once the two objects entered her vision.

"What?" - he asked as she giggled again, looking between her, the bottle of lube and condom in his hands.

"I don't get to see you being a responsible adult very often. It's cute." - she admitted, making him blush once more without fail.

He grumbled under his breath, but the smile on his face told her there was no bite behind it. She took the small bottle from him and moved back a bit. Villain paid her no mind, focused on getting the condom out of its package and slipping it on. Once he successfully finished his task, he looked up again.

His dick twitched at the sight that greeted him. Hero was sitting on the other end of the bed, her legs spread wide as she poured some lube onto her throbbing sex. She gasped lightly as the cold substance made contact and then used her hand to tease at her folds.

The villain watched as she slipped a finger inside herself, slowly moving in and out. His own hand went to his cock, stroking himself as he grew entranced by the show. He matched her pace, and she groaned quietly as she slipped a second finger in, stretching herself in preparation.

Their eyes locked, and they stayed that way for a little bit, pleasuring themselves and listening to one another's soft gasps and moans. Eventually, Hero's impatience got the best of her. She pulled her fingers out and crawled over to Villain.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, she positioned herself at his dick, and he held her by the waist, giving her some additional support. They inhaled shakily in unison as she took in the tip of his cock. She moved down slowly, letting herself adjust to his size, and he made no complaints, haphazardly leaving small pecks on her face, which got another giggle out of her.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of her, he ran his hands down her thighs, making her shiver and pull him into another kiss. Her touch trailed over his sides to his hips and then back up to cradle his head. His own hands moved up her body, one grasping her breast, squeezing and kneading while the other moved to get tangled in her hair.

Experimentally, the hero moved her hips forward, making them both moan against one another, the sound muffled by their connected lips. Leisurely, she began moving up and down, setting a calm pace, the slight pain of being stretched around him fading into pleasure. Their mouths parted again, and quickly, they got lost in their lust and each other's eyes.

She sped up, their skin beginning to slap together, sounding across the room but still drowning in their moans and mewls. As their pleasure began to build up inside their guts, their hands traveled without a set destination, wanting to feel as much as they could.

A gasp left Hero's lips as Villain's shaft hit the right spot, and she angled herself, focusing on it and moving even faster, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her rapid pace. Thrust after thrust, their breathing swiftly turned shaky, chaotic. Their minds grew frantic as their orgasms approached them.

The hero's head tilted back, and she tightly held onto the villain's shoulders as release washed over her. His name left her lips in a low moan that echoed in his head, and it didn't take long for him to come as well, Hero's name leaving him in an identical manner.

Coming down from their highs, they slowed down, enjoying the pleasure for a bit longer with some calm thrusts and movements. They locked in a soft, short kiss before eventually parting and coming to a stop. Together they gasped for air and took a moment to rest as sweat dripped down their bodies.

Once she had regained some energy, Hero slid off Villain, making them both shudder at the feeling. She collapsed on the bed beside him, and soon, he copied her, lying down next to her. The two remained like that for a few minutes, calming their racing hearts and basking in the afterglow.

A small chuckle caught the villain's attention, and he turned his head towards the hero. She gave him a lazy smile before explaining her giddiness. "Looks like we'll need another shower."

He gave her a chuckle of his own before an idea crossed his mind. "Well, I do have a jacuzzi tub..."

With a grin that Hero considered too charming for Villain's own good, he offered, "Wanna take a bath together~?"

She giggled fondly. "Sure."

And then, together, off they went to get cleaned up again.

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theblvckvenus · 3 years

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In the Library

Summary: Henry comes home from filming earlier than you’d anticipated. He decides to show you how much attentions he’s missed giving you and you don’t make it out of the library.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader, Henry Cavill x Fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, choking, rough, dubcon, sub/dom

18+ ONLY

You were settled in the study, book rested against your thighs in the curled position you sat in. Henry was out of London, filming all weekend and you’d been bored on your own. All of yesterday you’d spent curled up in his t shirt, ordering food and bingeing Netflix. Too much lazing, you’d resolved to do a mildly productive activity this afternoon and taken advantage of the varied book collection of Henry’s.

There was a sound of the front door shutting, causing you to shift in panic, slamming the book shut. Who the hell was that? You clutched onto the book as footsteps padded through the house ending by the study door that was left open. Crouching up onto your toes in the seat you lifted the book as the door creaked open. As a figure entered you launched the book in it’s direction, it thudding against the wall behind Henry as he stood in the entrance to the room.

His face turned in disbelief to look at the mangled paperback on the floor before returning to you with a disappointed look. “That’s how you greet me?” There was a mild hint of laughter in his voice, but mainly he was shocked from the missile you’d just aimed at him.

“You aren’t supposed to be back till Monday.” You gasped, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you stood from your position on the chair.

“It is Monday, little love.” He replied with a patient smile, arms crossing across his large chest. As he watched you, you felt his eyes glance quickly over your frame, in a satin robe that left your legs exposed to the warm air of the house.

“Did my silly little baby get the days mixed up?” He asked drawing you into his hold as he spoke. You rested your head against his chest, nodding against the material of his shirt as your arms slipped around his chest.

“Missed you.” Was the response whispered into the material of his sweater. Your cheeks had turned a light shade of pink, blushing at your own absentmindedness.

Henry chuckled, large hands sliding down to your lower back as he held you “Maybe Daddy needs to wake his silly little baby up? Seems she’s not been paying attention to anything whilst I was gone.”

Raising your head in surprise, you gave him a puzzled look for just a second before your body was pushed against the bookshelf beside it. He had your face crushed into the wooden shelving, back to his large frame as you reeled from the surprise of the action.

“Do you want Daddy to teach you that lesson little one?” His voice remained patient, large hand on your shoulders keeping you pinned in position as he awaited the reply.

You nodded, breathing a soft yes into the wood at your mouth. It wasn’t loud enough for Henry to hear but the motion of your head told him what he needed to know.

“Good girl.” He muttered, large foot stepping between yours and kicking them apart so you were stood in a wide stance before him. You turned your jaw slightly to watch him but barely had the chance to before his whole body was pressed against yours, pinning you harder into the bookshelves.

“No y/n. You face forward until I say so. Look at those pretty books you like to get so lost in.” He growled, hard chest keeping your head forward. Your cheek stunk in an almost painful sensation against the spine of the books but the anticipation soothed the feeling.

“Yes, sir.” The only response that would make this easier for you. You could already feel the wetness between your legs, eyes closing as you waited for his next move.

The pressure of Henry was gone from your back and next thing you felt was a rough slap against your ass. “Lift that robe for me. Let’s me see what Daddy left behind.” He said quietly, kneeling down as you obliged him.

You held the material in your fingers exposing your bare ass to him, causing a quiet groan to come from his mouth. Henry knelt between you legs now, his large shoulders shoving in between your thighs to give him prime access. His teeth hooked through the material of your panties, slipping them down to fall around your ankles.

“Fucking soaking for me babygirl. Why did I ever leave you?” He whispered into your thigh, biting the sensitive skin as you whined quietly. Henry kissed up from that spot to rest his mouth at your entrance. He angled his jaw upwards, leaning up to press a deep kiss to your heat, his tongue sliding between your lips.

As he tasted you his hands moved back up to smack your ass again, the sensation making you jump. He seized the opportunity asyour legs widened in surprise, forcing his tongue further in to explore your entrance, licking and sucking as you mewed appreciatively. His upper lip trapped your clit in his mouth smoothering it with sloppy kisses that had your legs quaking beside him.

Moments later Henry sat back and you could hear him licking the sweetness from his lips before he stood back up to full height. “What do you say babygirl?”

“Thank you Sir.” You whimpered into the bookcase, the structure causing the sound to echo back at him.

Henry hand snaked around your waist undoing the tie of the robe and pulling it roughly from your shoulders. The patient man who had entered the library was gone now and you could tell he was hungry for you. As you stood completely naked before him Henry let out a deep sound, closer to a growl then something a man would make.

One hand undid his own trousers and his other lifted your arms to hold the shelves beside you. You were greatful for the guidance, knowing you’d be needing the support later on.

Henry’s hand moved his tip forward past your cheeks to rest at your entrance. His stature left you mismatched in height and you lifted yourself onto tip toes so he could slide into you. Next moment Henry was filling your insides, the feeling almost causing you drop back down onto your heels.

“Let daddy help you, little one.” He said quietly his own feet finding purchase under yours, letting you stand on them so you were comfortable. Next he was sliding back out of you, before sinking quickly back in. Henry found an easy rhythm, each motion as deep as he could force himself, biting and kissing along your bare back and shoulders to distract from the feeling.

You rewarded his actions with soft moans that only caused his hips to move faster. The added pressure caused you to bite down on the wooden shelf, muffling your cries from him, head knocking the books each time he filled you.

Henry continued slamming into you but his hand closed around your hair, pulling back till your forehead was rested beneath his chin. Your spine curved beneath him but you felt no discomfort at the position, to preoccupied with his member pummelling into you.

“Good girl, y/n. Going to take every last drop daddy gives you. He enunciated the words with a sharp tug of your hair drawing a choked sound from your lips.

Each of his thrusts pushed your hips into the frame of the book case, the feeling inside your heat as if you were splitting apart. There was no room to move, no way of escaping the massive presence within you. That realisation alone had your stomach contracting, nails clawing at the books as you struggled against the feeling.

Henry spotted the desperate movements you were making, holding deep within you as your hips squirmed atop his larger one. He was waiting for you to ask him. “Please, please Henry.” You managed to gasp out, feeling every vein against your inner walls, the curve of his large dick sending spasms down your thighs. “Please sir can I?”

“Not yet.” He grunted against your ear releasing the pressure of your hair and hooking an arm round your neck to drag you backwards towards the middle of the library. “You’re going to wait till daddy’s emptied into you and then you can come. Teach you a lesson about throwing things at me.”

You whimpered at his response, completely powerless in his arms as his large forearm at your throat kept you impaled in place. For a moment Henry kept the short, sharp thrusting movements into your heat, back pressed to his chest.

Henry wasn’t ready to finish with you yet however and just as you were about to give in to yourself he pulled out, flipping you round to face him.

“Not yet baby, not till you have my permission.” He growled lifting you by you waist into his arms laying your back down on the rug of the library floor. As soon as you were safely placed beneath him, his body was atop yours again, hooking your legs over his shoulder as he pushed in. The change in position left you winded, gazing up into his blue eyes.

One large hand moved to your neck, squeezing your throat as he regained the same rhythm, slamming hard to you. Your eyes were searching his as you begged with each new thrust for permission. It only took a few more deep strokes before his jaw clenched and you felt the hot seed spurting out against your cevix. Henry cotinued his thrusts, your inner walls miking the liquid out of him until he was completely done.

With that feeling he grunted a quiet yes that had your stomach tightening as you finally relaxed into the orgasm. His elbow nudged pressure down onto your soft stomach, intensifying the feeling as you spasmed against the rug. Your orgasm was coupled by loud cries of pleasure that echoed around the library.

Both of you were left breathless in the aftermath, your nails still clenched around the muscle of his arm. You relaxed your grip stretching out beneath, exhaling heavily as he pulled out of you.

Henry sat back on his knees, hands on your shoulders as he helped you sit up. You offered him a shy smile, reaching for the robe strewn out on the floor to lay it back over your shoulders.

“Now I don’t have to worry about anything else thrown at me will I little miss?” he asked with a chuckle, letting you reclothe yourself as he stood.

You nodded, pulling yourself up to stand infront of him, tucking a strand behind your ear with a light laugh. “Never again Henry, I promise.”

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dachis-demon · 3 years

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Truth or Dare | Yamaguchi

(Read the Start for it to make sense) Yamaguchi Route. Other routes in:

truth or dare m.list

warnings: tit sucking, deep penetration, public sex, yams called reader bunny once, perverts, slight masochism.

Word Count: 1.4k

Shocked by the audacity of Yachi's question you shy away and look down at your lap, trying to avoid eye contact. "Come on, Y/n. You can tell us, we won't judge." You glance up to see their faces, full of puzzled expressions on to why you're being so timid about this matter. "I like...Yamaguchi." They seem to speak to each other through their eyes, almost ignoring your presence altogether before coming back to the game. "Okay then, let's continue." Multiple rounds go by, no one choosing the risky option until it became your turn. "Since you're all being too chicken to choose dare, I will" Kiyoko offers a small giggle making you look at her with suspicion. "I dare you to go to school without a bra or underwear on tomorrow." Your blood runs cold, but your face remains hotter than ever, you knew they could see your blush, which probably egged them on. "I'll meet you in the school bathroom tomorrow to hold them for the day. Can't wait to see Yamaguchi's reaction" That's when it finally hits you; Tadashi will see you. He might not notice, but the chance that he could, makes your body ignite in heat. But you knew better than to ignore the rules of the game, because of the penalty you get if you don't do one of the dares or answer one of the questions. The rules of the game are that if you don't play correctly, then you have to send a tit picture to someone, the person who dared you, chooses. And after their newfound information of you having a crush on Yams, you were sure Kiyoko would've picked him. So all you could really do, was complete the dare.

You bashfully shuffle into the bathroom, seeing Kiyoko waiting there for you. "Go into the stall, and hand me your bra and panties." She says, giving you a kind smile. You sigh, already making your way into the blue enclosure. You step out of your underwear while unclasping your bra to let it fall through your uniform shirt. You hold them over the top of the stall and wait for Kiyoko to grab them before readjusting your skirt and shirt a bit. Stepping out of the bathroom you nervously tread to your first period.

A lot of men seem to have noticed your minor wardrobe malfunction, and those once-friendly touches seemed to have ascended to much more flirty advances. And much to your dismay, Tadashi has seen their obvious moves on you and is now pretty droopy, using Tsukki as a shield whenever he meets your eyes. You looked down, trying to avoid all the men that swarmed you as a moth would to light, all of them holding different comments on your boobs. "Man, those nipples look so painfully hard." "Think she'd let me suck those?" "Such fat tits, is she single?" Each phrase that left their mouths was cruder than the last, and even when you were in class you couldn't escape them. You were on your way to lunch, when a taller male stopped you, asking for your number. "I-I'm sorry, but I'll have to refuse. I already like someone, and I kinda h-have my heart set on him" the boy didn't take this information well, backing you into the wall of the empty hallway. A much taller being lurked behind the guy who had trapped you, glaring down on the piece of trash that was focused on the hardened points that pressed against the thin fabric of your shirt. The pervert was pulled away from you, and that's when you saw Yamaguchi, standing idly behind Tsukishima, who was giving the guy a death stare. Tadashi grabbed your hand and yanked you into the restroom where you had removed your undergarments. His face was the brightest red while he slowly looked into your eyes. "Y-You have been teasing me all d-day. Showing off those c-cute nipples to everyone," His hand hesitantly reaches out to your pert tits, and when you showed no sign of wanting him to stop, he grabs ahold of your sensitive bud between his forefinger and thumb. He pulled against it and listened in amusement to your light squeals of pleasure. "Before asking if I wanted to see them first." You unbuttoned your blouse, and slide down your skirt and kick the clothing onto the stall floor. He was drooling over you, his eyes wandering across your perfect tits before his gaze slid down to your exposed cunt. Yamaguchi was quick to shove you into the stall where your clothes were lying, and pinned you against one of the dark blue walls. Tadashi quickly shut and locked the door behind him, the loud slam of the door ringing through your ears. Despite his rough actions, his kiss was soft and reluctant, as if he were unsure if he was ready to kiss you or not. You, on the other hand, kissed back with vigor, desperate to please him. Tadashi's hard-on was pressing against your inner thigh and knowing that he was just as into this as you are was reassuring in some way. You reach one of your hands down to palm him through his trousers, watching as his eyes rolled back at the contact to his clothed cock. Pressing forward, you begin to unzip his fly and pull his pants down to hopefully release some of the pressure he had. Your eyes caught notice of his navy blue briefs, and most importantly the tent that was displayed for only your eyes. Surprisingly, Yamaguchi took initiative and forced his underwear down by himself, and the sight of his flushed tip sent even more juices dripping from your already sopping pussy. You jumped and wrapped your legs around his hips loosely and saw that his black orbs were trained on your hardened nips. You push his head down into your boobs, and as if it were instinct his lips wrapped around your swollen tit peak and swirled his tongue for added stimulation. You let out a quiet moan of approval and try your best to use your free hand that wasn't gripping his hair to line his erect dick up with your prepared hole. Yamaguchi bucked his hips up to swiftly enter you, and let out a strangled groan against your nipple at the feeling of your searing hot walls convulsing around him. He slowly let himself slide out of you before pushing up again to split you open again, the pace he set irritating you. "Please go faster Tadashi." His eyes widen at the calling of his first name, his hips shooting up in surprise and arousal. The enlarged tip of his cock bashes against your womb and the overpowering sensation makes you arch and try and lift away from the pleasurable pain. Yamaguchi repeats the action, entranced by the way your tongue lolled out and your eyes crossed. "Y-You gonna cum for me?" He asks, pulling away from your now swollen tit, listening proudly at the satisfying yet lewd pop that came from the removal. You could barely force out a reply, too far gone to think, let alone speak. So, you nodded, which wasn't that hard from how hard your crush was fucking you. "Me too, b-bunny." The nickname sent a fresh shiver down your spine, a with that, you let the knot that had been tightening constantly since the beginning of your endeavor, untie itself. Yams noticed the more intense squeezing of your inner walls, and finally let go, his seed spurting into your awaiting womb. It was then, he realized. "Y-Y/n! I didn't w-wear a c-c-condom!" You were panting wildly, but you managed to tell him the relieving news. "I'm on the pill." You said in between breaths. Tadashi helped you clean up, and continued to walk you to class. But you both agreed, you needed to meet at your house tonight.

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hwauas · 3 years

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🔞: "honeymoon"

kim hongjoong | 김홍중 - 2,347 words

please note that y/n is here a woman.

nothing would break your happiness. absolutely nothing.

you were newly married to the man you always loved from the bottom of your heart. Kim Hongjoong. your Kim Hongjoong.

the wedding day was exactly like you wanted it to be. in the forest, where all kind of magic would bring you into a real and living fairy tale. your fairy tale.

this day, Hongjoong looked like a real prince as he tried to match with you who looked like a Victorian princess. the simple white dress, the delicate and embroidered bridal veil, this crown you always dreamt of on your head: you were living your dream by his side.

your wedding day symbolised the very beginning of the honeymoon. the first two days as miss Kim has been spent in a cosy wooden house in this forest. but then, he took you out on a trip, and you discovered a whole new side of the honeymoon he planed.

the place he took you at was a place above all your hope.

this place held as much magic and fantasy as this forest you get to say 'yes' to Hongjoong. it was basically a manor house that fit perfectly your wedding theme, far from all form of civilization.

you thought he was crazy, but were the happiest deep inside you.

it's been now a week since you get married to Hongjoong, and since you became Kim y/n. and so, it's been a week since you were living a dream. you forgot about your day-to-day life, the problems, the tasks. only your husband mattered.

“honey, what are you doing? aren't you cold?”

Hongjoong approached you from behind. he rested both his hands on your arms, and softly kissed your exposed shoulders. you couldn't help but smile at this soft touch.

“no, not really. the view is breathtaking.. this matters more than the chill breeze.”

“but your skin says the opposite, honey.”

Hongjoong softly wrapped his arms around you. you soon felt his warmth engulfing you as well as his sweet scent.

he stayed against you, pecking your skin here and there. he didn't care as much as you about the sight, the sunset behind the city afar.

watching the sunset never failed to soothe you. the stress, the pain, the issues or the angry... nothing could resist a sunset to you. the sunset was also announcing the calm, the peace of the night. just like the waves after something hit the surface of a stretch of water that slowly disappear, allowing the surface to slowly become as calm as before.

“can we stay here a little bit longer, please?”

Hongjoong's warmth was enough for you to balance with the breeze.

“i'd rather not. i don't want my wife to catch a cold during our honeymoon.”

his voice was sweet, a soft melody in your ear. a hand brushed past your arm and softly grabbed your hand.

“are you following me?”

the whisper gave you goosebumps, just as the kisses he left on your skin behind your ear, and down to your neck. you shyly nodded, feeling the breath twitch in your throat.

Hongjoong led you across the corridors to a room you never visited before. he opened the door, and went inside before you. you could already tell there was a sweet scent coming out of this room. and when you saw the candles, the dozens and dozens of candles here and there which were illuminating the room, you understood this was all planed by your husband.

Hongjoong used your favourite candles, closed the net curtain and closed the window behind. he wanted to keep both the smell in, but also the warmth, and he wanted to darken a little the room from the moon.

“Joong, honey.. you didn't have to..”

you slowly stepped forward to the bed, where Hongjoong sat while waiting for you.

“i had to. we won't live this moment twice.”

he grabbed your hands once you were close enough to him, and pulled you to sat on his lap, you facing him.

“i wanted you to look at the star during this moment. but then, i realised nothing is more beautiful than you. not even the stars. so..”

he lifted up your head. you saw a mirror hanging on the ceiling, right above the bed. you blushed, yet stayed there, looking up to your reflections. Hongjoong started to kiss your throat, then your neck, and your collarbones.

“i want you to look at how beautiful you are.”

his hands made their way under your top, and found the perfect spot on your waist.

“i- i can't look at me in a moment like this..”

you looked down at him again. your cheeks were showing how awkward you felt about this idea, but your eyes were showing pleasure only.

“you can, sweetheart. and you will.”

within a blink, you were under him, on the bed. his lips kept wandering on your skin: neck, collarbones, shoulders. until he couldn't go further because of your top. he slowly removed it, and threw it aside. he mumbled some compliments against your skin, his lips wandering back on you: the torso, your breasts, your stomach.

shy to look at you, your weren't looking at yourself. your eyes were closed, and your head turned to the side.

Hongjoong noticed it, and stopped what he was doing.

“what did i say, sweetheart. won't you behave, today?”

you bit your lower lip, trying your best to take a deep breath even though it was still twitching. you slowly opened your eyes and looked up. the first thing you saw was your breasts which weren't perfect at all to you. you tried to hide them, but Hongjoong was quicker than you to stop you.

“you're stunning, sweetheart, don't hide yourself.”

he slowly let go of your wrists to undo your bra. he also threw it away. his kisses were back on your breasts, going to a nipple. his tongue teased it, played with it, earnings few whimpers from you.

you ran a hand through his hair: you wanted to help him with it, and you wanted to let him know physically how good he was making you feel.

your back arched off the bed, and it was as if you were gifting him your body, this body Hongjoong was loving, treasuring. you were his treasure, and his only.

Hongjoong's lips slowly started to go down again on your tummy, until he met your pants this time. he straightened up, his hands slowly tracing the curves of your body. he was so tender in his gestures. not a single gesture was violating your body, was doing something you disliked.

he finally reached for the brim of your pants, and removed it from you alongside your panties.

he spread your legs apart to sit on the bed in between them. his hands, on your knees, softly went up your thighs.

“love, please, let me see you too.”

you were looking up to the mirror in aim to behave. you wanted this moment to stay as sweet as it has been until now. you spoke lowly, as if you were afraid to break the moment right now if you used your normal tone — and this caused your voice to crack.

“as baby girl wants.”

he removed his top, and layed down between your thighs right after.

“but first, look at you being the most beautiful human this world ever known. you're so much more beautiful when your body is overwhelmed with pleasure.”

with that, he kissed your inner thigh, and your folds, before focussing on the main spot: your clit.

his lips and his tongue were playing some magic on this bud of nerves, and around your area in general. you couldn't help but moan louder and louder at each contact between his wet cave and your wet core.

you tightened your hold on his hair, your toes curled up, your hips couldn't stay in place. he tried to pin them down, but he couldn't: you managed everytime to move them anyways.

you had troubles keeping your eyes wide open to look at you as he wanted. it was almost impossible, the pleasure was too strong.

a first moan. and a second one. a third one.

you tried your best to aware him of your high approaching at each lick.

“words. i want words, baby girl.”

he tasted again your wetness, yet only kitty licked you. this got you whining.

“Joong, i'm- i'm close. please. let me come!”

your eyes finally shoot close at the pleasure overwhelming your body. his tongue slowly entered you, causing the pleasure to be ten times bigger.

your high finally hit your body few seconds later. your hand was firmly holding his hair. your body was trembling at the stimulation through your high. you were short-winded. your skin was slightly twinkling at the glimmer of a candle.

Hongjoong was enjoying the view from your lower region. his tongue was again wandering around your area since he didn't want to waist any drop. but when he left your core, he frowned as he saw your eyes closed.

“the mirror, baby girl. you're stunning, look at you.”

only when he made sure you were looking at yourself through the mirror, he removed his last pieces of clothes that remained on him. his length pocked at your lower region when he hovered you to kiss your neck again.

“i only see a woman whose body was shaking because of the pleasure.”

a smirk you felt against your skin spread on his lips. he grabbed his manhood and rubbed it against your clit. your hips again moved, following his gestures, to enjoy to the fullest this strokes.

“and you're gonna see it again pretty soon, sweetheart.”

he slowly entered into you, stretching your walls. it was a good sensation for both of you: you were welcoming him perfectly, and he felt good there, in this tight, hot and wet cave.

before doing anything, he lifted your leg and rested it on his shoulder. he then started moving into you, slowly first so you could get used of his presence again. he kissed your leg on his shoulder, and gently stroked your thigh. his other hand was trying to keep your hips in place.

but this slow pace didn't last.

he first started by going faster into you, with each thrust going deeper into you. and these newly fast thrusts slowly turned into him pounding this spot he knew would take you to cloud nine — or higher.

his hand wandered from your hips to your chest to grab a nipple, and quickly went higher to your throat, meanwhile his other hand was holding on your thigh quickly, helping him to give you these powerful thrusts.

“do you like what you see?”

he maintained your head up with his hand to force you looking at this beautiful reflection of yours — even though it was a blurry one. you only squeaked, hoping it was enough for him as an answer. but it wasn't. he lightly tightened his hand around your throats.

“words, sweetheart. i don't understand squeaks.”

you collected your strengths to answer verbally his question. this task was harder than you thought, because of the pleasure coming from each gestures he made. you were almost speechless.

“am i making you feel that good that you can't speak?”

his behaviour was kinda bestial, but the look in his eyes were showing an unending love, and lust. he desired you more than no one else.

“f-fuck! yes, Joong! yes you do!”

you managed to scream again. your eyes were slowly getting wet by tears because of the pleasure, because of how good you felt. you high was approaching again, dangerously approaching. and when you thought you could experience it, Hongjoong's thrusts stopped.

“on my cock, back facing me. if you want to cum, then make you feel good honey.”

he layed down next to you on the bed, and as desperate as you were, you quickly straddled him. you thought it was your chance to reach your high without looking at you as he wanted you to do. your hands were on his thighs as you were sinking his hardened member into you. but as soon as you started to bounce on him, he grabbed a handful of your hair to pull them without hurting you, making you look up at your reflection again. you moaned out at the feeling of your hair being pulled as you always loved.

“look how beautiful you are when you are bouncing on me.”

you kept doing on him, and tried at the same time to look at you. all forms of shyness left your body, you were now down to look at you being fucked. and you even started to notice few things you liked about yourself. as strange as this was to you at the beginning, it ended up being something helpful to love yourself a little more.

“Joong! can i come?”

you screamed out, feeling his manhood effortlessly hitting spots that made you feel extremely good. and as soon as you heard his approval, you stopped yourself and came undone on him, on his member, on his thighs, and his balls.

he let go of your hair to grab your hips, maintaining them in place, and used a lot of his last strengths to fuck you through your high.

he painted your walls with his white liquid, his thrusts sloppier than ever, and he slowly stopped, giving you his last thrusts.

“how do you feel, honey?~”

he started to stroke your body softly: your back, your waist, your thighs.

“good.. i've never felt this good..~”

you tried to catch your breath as you were coming down from your high.

you pulled him out of you, and layed besides him. his sweet behaviour slowly came back: he held you close to him, kissed your forehead multiple times, and strokes your arm softly.

“i love you, Kim y/n.”

you smiled wildly, proud to be his wife. proud to have the same name as him.

“i love you too, Kim Hongjoong.”

you kissed his chest, and drifted to sleep in his hold without even realising it.

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years

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Vamp!harry x readers first time being fully intimate! He’s scared of hurting her so he’s really hesitant to do it. it’s also her first time in general so maybe you can make it really fluffy please??

Sorry for being supppppeeerrr late but promise it's gonna be worth it. All my lovin!!

Vampire!harry at valentines day.

It's valentine's day. For Harry everyday is a day for lovin' but in vampire culture valentines is the key to the lock of ever love and showing your passion towards your better half. He showered Y/N in abundant of affection; was waiting for her to wake up on his bedside like an impatient puppy and the moment she blinked open her eyes he was all over her. Almost swallowing her whole. His plush lips kissed every inch of his lovie and muffled all her giggles with his heavy smoochs.

"Will you be my valentine?" He murmures against her mouth and she squeaks still sleepy, "ofcourse yes!" He was joyous and kissed her as many times as he could.

She was all smushy squeals and jumpy on her bum while ripping her gifts down, "Slow down poppet 's all yours." He laughed resting his chin atop her head. She got all blushy and shy in his arms when on her rummage a furry brallete top and shorts dangled with her fingers, "'s sooo cute Harry. Thank you!" She tries to kiss him but it lands against his chin. Pastel heart boxes full of rich chocolates and strawberries made her sky rocket over the moon dribbling him with her kisses and sweet whispers.

After exchange of gifts, chocolates and kisses they went to diner near her flat hands in hands for some tummy filling brekkie. They were inseparable, with heart twinkling eyes, tender gushes and sighs full of love for eachother. Anyone could spot them the couple from far like a bat under the moonlight.

It's cloudy and thick so she hauled him with herself flopping into poof of lavender fields the scent cocoons them as they stared into eachother's eyes with love and happiness till she lifted her fingertips to lightly brush it over his silken dollop of cheeks with a quirk of lips; it burns. To touch him. Lit her core on fire with desire and yearn to be his's fully.

He takes her cheeks and gently, gently, ever so gently smudges his candy lips against hers to taste her mouth. Sliding his palms down her spine under her bottom to pull her ontop of him without un-sealing his lips from over her's. Her hands meanders under his hickory curls that made him grunt and raise his hips to push against her womanhood.

"Want you, please." She whimpers putting the pressure down on his bulge jolting with the wave of pleasure with each swivel, "shh. shh 's okay gonna take care of ye' . . . Let's go home first." He pets her hair murmuring against her chin and plucks her pout when she shakes her head with eagerness.

"What lovie', didn't know ye' were thatttt kinky!?" He tickles her dimples at the sides and she scooches down into his chest with spurts of laughs, "Aish. 'M not . . just want you to take me."

"You'll 'ave me – darlin' in the best way possible." He sighs kissing her sweetly with tongue to explore her tangeriness and his nostrils flares when she whines with the flutter of her eyelashes.

"Come fo' me again baby." He says while licking up her folds with hunger pinning down her shivering thighs as his sleek fingers pumped her own cum back inside her. They came back home, undressed in haste and Harry wrapped her around him like a soft bear laying her down promising her that he'll fill her with his cock. Gave his tongue and fingers to her, playing filthy between her sticky thighs with three digits of his's buried deep inside her weepy pussy.

It's her second orgasm and still the knot in her stomach didn't unwind. It'll only after being stuffed full with his thick fat prick deep inside her wet cunt. When she whines trying to latch to his shoulders murmuring, "what if it'll not fit?" He giggles popping out her nipple from between his lips with a dirty noise.

"Now, I'll take it as a compliment but 'ave been warmin' ye up fo' a mo' haven't I?" He palms her breasts and runs his thumbs over her nipples while circling her clit; watching as she squirmed and whimpered under him. "You're wet fo' a proper nice fuck baby — bet gonna take my dick so well fo' me." He spreads her gooness down her slit dangerously close to her other hole. She gasps and he swallows it with a kiss pressing his thumb against her puckering pink hole while slithering his ring finger inside her dripping pussy.

"'S all fo' me?" He prods inside her making her moan breathily and she bobs her head desirous to have him all for herself. He tucks his trousers down while sucking her bottom lip tenderly, his erection slapping his lower tummy and her shivering hands brushes the aching tip of his cock making him rut in her grip.

"Oh me sweet bundle of blood." He whispers gazing into her earthy eyes with passion and love bitting his pale jutted lips when she stroked him spreading his pre-come down his thick shaft. He glides his palm under her back other cupping her jaw, "stay still fo' me moppet." He says in a low hum working his oozing prick between her folds making squelching noises. Sliding it down and inside her slowly almost loosing his balance knocking his forehead against her.

"S' tight." Her wetness allowing him to extend deeper till he pulled out making both of them whine, "shh. I gotcha lovie' . . ." He huffs bottoming out snug and warm inside her fluttering walls milking the tip of his cock, it pimples goosebumps at their skins.

He frees her wrists touching her sides, "you can move now." She quickly winds her forearms around his shoulders loving the way their bare skin feels together while they're intervined in such an intimate way. A shiver runs down his bone marrow when her lips skims over his throat and teeth grazes to find the perfect spot to mark him just the way he does to her, "tell me if it hurts yeah? don't wanna harm ye' in any way." He's grinding his hips at very gentle pace just to test waters. His hand groping and teasing her pebbled nipples sometimes sneaking down to flicker her clit.

"You'll not, please please . ." She tries to thrust into him but he pins them down glaring her sternly. He's awed how hooded with lust her eyes are, darker than his demonic ones and it's so sexy his hips quacks pummeling inside her unintentionally but it made her go feral, "'m serious baby." He nudges her thighs wider holding it down watching himself push inside her yearningly.

"Can you please fuck me now?" She breathes annoyed at him and he grins giving her chaste kiss on lips, "y'want that? dirty babe." Her eyes rolls back when he thrusts inside her continuously without a waver roughly while kissing her collar bones controlling himself to take a bite from her. He could listen how erratically her heart's been beating squirming his lips upwards as she arched and thrashed under him.

He sucks her nipple inside his mouth pulling at it with a hum and crimson rimmed irirses fucking her brutally to make her see stars and saturn.

"Wanna cum?" He presses his palm with force against her belly to feel himslef bumping through stroking his ego. Her eyes teary and button nose red as she nods, "then beg." He smirks and it made her tug at his roots from the pleasure of sight when his fangs poked out ever so slightly within his gums.

"Please harry. Can I come?" Her upper body shaking from avoiding to gush all over his cock and he twitches against her spongy walls with a whimper while playing with her clit, "yes cum right now." Her moans were the most erotic thing Harry has ever heard as she let herself limp in his arms feeling safe and happy coating his dick with her cum. Babbling incoherence under him and his face falls into her neck fucking her, overstimulating her with each stroke and she holds him tight cooing in his ear as he came hissing when her glistening soaked pussy tried to push him out.

After some minutes he recouped, kissing the side of her head trailing little pecks at her sweaty line bringing her up closer to his chest.

"Was I good?" His gaze soft and genuine. "The best." She hiccups tiredly. Cheeks blushed and eyes glassy, "How was I?" Her shyness clear. "I love how your pussy feels around me. Swallows me perfectly." He smiles whispering the end part and she whispers it back, "made for eachother."

He cleans her with baby wipes rubbing them between his hands before using them to swipe away his cum from her inner thighs. Hushing her softly when she whimpers as he nudges at a particular sore bite or her sensitive folds. Threw sheets into hamper and brought her favourite patched quilt to cuddle under it not letting her untangle her calves from his's at all.

Then in evening they baked together more like her checking out her love marks on her body in the glassiness of refrigerator while he squats beside the oven like an over excited puppy. She gasps dramatically wiggling her bum to have a better look then almost shoving it against his face making him tumble.

"Harry! you left a horrendous bite under my bum!!" He gives out a belly ache laugh slapping her arse playfully, "What can I say, moppet. Ye' got a cute lil bum. Couldn't resist biting ye'r peach" She huffs trying to grab him but in an instant he's turning into the weeny black creature flapping his wings down at her small lips smirking down at her in victory.

"Oi. You can't just turn a bat everytime you do somethin' naughty, it's unfair!" She puts her hands on her hips glaring up at him and he flies to the other direction but unfortunately knocks himself into the book shelf. Her laugh echoes into whole house as he transforms back into his humanly figure rubbing his head smiling up at her full of giddiness and she flops down beside him kissing his dimples with a grin that doesn't seem to disappear.

"Happy valentines day you fool."

#vampire harry smut #vampire harry #vampire harry x reader #dirty one shots #harry dirty one shots #harry smut #harry angst #harry styles smut

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marvel-m-lee · 3 years

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Pranks, Horns, and Tony

Warning: Tickle Fic, birds, spiders, pranking,

Ppl: Loki, Tony, You

Words: 2254

Summary: You and Loki are known fir your pranks, and your both left alone in the compound together whole the avengers are on a mission.

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It was another day in the compound, you had been living with the avengers for almost a year now and seemed to get along with the very mischievous God Loki.

You were both quite young- well sorta. If he were a human he'd be a couple years older than you but that's fine, you both got along splendidly.

You would read books together, play pranks together, be on each others sides and he'd always be there for you even if he wouldn't show the other avengers. Though they all knew you both had a special bond, Thor especially knew because whenever he'd take you to asgard or Loki to Earth you'd both have bright smiles and go somewhere to cause havoc.

Thor didn't really mind though, it just meant he'd get to bombard you both with tickles afterwards.

Yesterday Loki and Thor had come to visit again and would be staying for a couple of days. You and Loki caught up a little and read your books whilst keeping each other company. Today is when the true mischief would start, all the avengers would be going out and you and Loki would be left alone in the compound for a couple of hours so you both were planning pranks for the others.

"Alright y/n, we'll be back in a couple of hours. Don't burn down the house while we're gone okay?" Steve teased as he gave you a hug.

"Yes, and Brother, do not cause any havoc." Thor told Loki, only to be answered by a shrug and a smirk.

"Brother I'm the God of Mischief, what more must you expect?"

"Well then when we come back I'll be the God of Tickles, shall I, dear brother?" Thor asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Loki's face became a rosie red and crossed his arms whilst rolling his eyes.

You stood next to Loki and smiled at Thor with your hands behind your back, "we'll be good, have fun!" Thor nodded and all the Avengers left the compound for their mission.

Both you and Loki waited for there to be a silence that rang through the compound once everyone would have been gone. After a moment you both smirked and turned to one another.

You brought your hand to your face and showed Loki your intertwined fingers to show your face promise, Loki's smirk increased as he saw it.

"Ready to cause some mischief?" You asked him.

"It's in the name" he replied as you both began to run down the halls yo your first target.

You arrived at Bucky's room and looked around, "So, what's the plan here?" You asked the mischief maker himself. Loki walked around the somewhat messy room and found his way to the bed.

"A magnet, a large one. We'd place it under his bed and once he comes back and gets ready to sleep, in the morning he wouldn't be able to get out of bed!" Loki exclaimed, both of you began the process, both with large smirks on your faces.

Loki used his magic to lift up the mattress and keep it in the air whilst you both grabbed a large magnet from Tony's spare parts and placed it under the mattress bed. Loki then placed the mattress back on and the sheets were already messed to so he surely wouldn't notice?

Yeah, I don't know why Tony had a large ass magnet either, let's move on.

You and Loki both snickers at the idea of the prank and moved on to another victim.

For Sam you both collected a bunch of birds and locked them in his closet- with breathing holes obviously. One had pecked at Loki's hand causing him to curse which made you burst out laughing.

Steve's closet was now filled with a bunch of Rock concert shirts and IronMan shorts to pin the blame on Tony, Tony usually was in prank and tickle ears with Steve anyway so it wasn't that hard to believe he'd done it.

You both didn't dare do anything too crazy to Black Widow, so you both just stole a jacket each. She had incredible taste that woman. Loki stole a green jacket with some sort of fluffy collar and you stole a (f/c) leather jacket.

Clint's prank was the simplest, you both sprayed this fart spray into the vents and it STANK.

You both liked Bruce, well Loki wasn't as much of a fan but you all enjoyed reading so Bruce was safe from your havoc.

Wanda's room was all tidy, it smelt wonderful and honestly was your favourite room so you both decided to just put some spices in her bed to make her sneeze.

Vision's room was safe, only you'd both left a piece of gum next to his table with a note attached saying; 'Try this, Bruce and I were working on it. -Tony Stark'

Thor's room was one of the messier one, but he'd taken Stormbreaker out with him rather than Mjölnir, and by some sort of mirical you had all found out you could actually lift the weapon, so you took it and hid it away in a close vent that smelt of farts.

Turns out Clints prank was the most deadly as the whole place started to stink up making both you and Loki gag, and burst out with laughter.

Peter wasnt actually on the mission, nor was Scott but it was a Friday meaning they'd both be coming over for movie night. Plus Peter would be staying the weekend so why not torture him? Even if they were some of your best friends, they werent safe from the mischief makers.

You came up with the idea of hiding spiderman Peter's room, you were terrified of them though so you made Loki do so.

"Wait so Parker's afraid of Spiders?"

"Yeah, I don't really get it either-"

"Pffft, here you want a spidey y/n?" Loki chuckles whilst taunting, shoving a spider in your face as you screamed and jumped into the wall.

"LOKI PISS OFF!"

Loki howled with laughter and placed the last spider down. You both left and did the same with Scott's room but rather than spiders you placed all the ants you could find on his bed.

Last but not least Loki lead you to Tony's Lab where he would be working on all his suits and other personal projects. Its not the main lab but it wasnt too far off, just smaller and more personal so that he could work at night or alone.

You both entered while snickering to yourselves, it had been an hour and a half since they'd all left and you both should gave at LEAST 30 minutes. But hoped you'd have an hour. It wouldn't take long anyway.

"So what's the plan?" You asked Loki.

You both saw an IronMan head on his desk and smirked at one another, knowing that would be your target. Maybe jello inside the helmet? Maybe slime? Maybe hiding it? Repainting it?

"Here, I've got these horns that we can lazer on the front" Loki smirked while taking out two golden horns like his own on his head but separated to be put on a helmet.

You didn't really mind it was a mainly Loki thing, it just meant he'd get in trouble and not you for this. You werent per say throwing him under the bus, but you werent gonna bring it to his attention.

You both walked over to get ready to melt a horn on each, Loki grabbed some sort of tool and started the first one. You stood behind him and watched over his shoulder, you admired the small things,about how Loki's greesy hear was tired up into a man bun before he'd started working on it, and how he squinted one eye to concentrate with his tongue sticking out. It made you giggle.

"I'm almost done..." you watched as he'd almost finished it, both of you concentrating hard on the hand ship.

"Oh hey kiddo's"

You both jumped out of your skin, Loki fell off the chair and part of his hair came out, laying on the floor he turned to see who was talking, you on the other hand jumped and slowly turned around with a nervous smile.

The one and only Tony Stark stepped out of his suit, adjusting his watch as he stepped out.

"So, what are you both up to?" he asked, his lips scrunched inwards and his hands on his hips.

Both of you were silent until Loki began getting up and dusting himself off.

"Nothing, we were just about to leave" You noticed something about him, Loki that is. Something seemed different, and rightly so. You glanced behind you to see the real loki grab the helmet but sink down so he couldn't be seen.

"Oh good, I really cant have you both in here, off you go then."

Tony dismissed the two of you and you both left for ths door, and while he wasnt looking Loki diverged into his clone again but now holding the helmet.

Right before the two of you had reached the door, his suit came speeding past and covered the exit.

'Shit' was the only thing you could both think of. Neither of you turned around to see where or what the billionaire was doing, but you heard him.

"Wait a moment, wheres my helmet? Oh and Loki,I think you left something" Loki and you both turned around, Loki with his hands behind his back,obviously hiding something. Tony stood right in front of him,holding the other horn to his face with a wide smirk.

Quickly the suit begins you both snatched up the helmet and yourself as Tony pounced on the God of Mischief, his hands at his sides, wiggling his fingers all over.

Loki yelped and began lightly chuckling at the fingers that were tickling him, trying to step back but only into closed doors. He tried to use his hands to block the attack but Tony was having none of it.

"Sir I have the helmet and y/n, it seems they were moulding the horns onto it." Friday explained.

"Ohhh, so you were doing something? I thought you were the god of mischief? Not the God of lies?" Tony taunted, as he squeezed the puny gods sides, then quickly moved to a death spot, his hips. Squeezing tightly and vibrating his hands and fingertips causing Loku to fall down the wall with laughter.

"NoHoho!!!! Damn it StArarK!!!!" Loki yelled as he tried to force Tony's hands off him. Though he was incredibly weak from the torturous tickles.

It was a usual sight, Thor was usually tickling his younger brother for some reason or another, its what older brothers are fir though right? Loku would become a blushing screaming mess but he'd never learn. Same goes for you though, everyone in the compound knew your little weakness and would use it against toy for anything. Your laughter was just too cute!

As Tony abused Loki's sides and hips, he ordered Friday to put the helmet on the desk and tickle you. You squealed because as much as you enjoyed tickling, you couldn't never stand it when the robots tickled you. It was rare but in cases when Tony needed an extra set of hands, well he got em'.

The suit held you up and began using a vibrating simulation Tony had recently installed on the hands for some reason and placed them on your ribs whilst holding you in the air. And as this tickled you, because it did t seem like enough the suit also used it's big fingersto scrape and squeezed the insides of your armpits.

You kicked and squealed at the top of your lungs, trying to escape. Somehow being held in the air seemed much worse, and the vibrating cause you to laugh harder and harder when random electric bolts went through your skin.

After around 15 minutes Tony had both you and Loki in piles of laughter on the floor, weak and begging. Well you were begging, Loki was threatening.

"LEHEHET OFFFF! HAHAHHH IHIGIM GONNA KIHIHILL YOU!"

"Okie Doki horny. First let me do this and I'll let you go."

Tony lifted up Loki's lime green shirt and blew the largest raspberry right above his belly button. An inhuman screech came from Loki as he curled in on himself and howled with laughter from ghostly tickles and squeezes.

"As for you" Tony taunted as he walked over to you, you were not on the floor, twisting and turning to get away from this oncoming attack and the tickles. The suit held your hands above your head as Tony brought up your shirt to reveal your belly button.

"PLEHEASE DONT TOHONY!"

Tony looked up at you and smirked, "We all know you love it" and blew right on your belly button. Your laughter went silent and you melted into the floor as both let off.

Tony laughed at you both in giggly messes on the floor.

"I came back early, and the others will be back soon too. So I suggest you both go clean up your messes before you get something worse" Tony suggested as he walked over to his desk to suspect the iron helmet you'd worked on. You and Loki had now recovered- partly- from the attacks and took in what he said.

But it was too late, everyone heard birds chirping and Sam screaming.

"WHERE ARE THEY?!"

#mcu #sfw tickles #tickle community #pranks #pranking #try not to laugh #mcu loki #loki laufeyson #loki friggason #loki odinsdottir #thor odinson #mcu x reader #y/n #tony x reader #tony stark #tony stank

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fandom-blackhole · 3 years

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SINFUL SUNDAY

AN: So there are only two thots this week, unfortunately I have been a little busy with getting things ready for school next fall, as well as the new job I got for this summer. But I hope you like what I do have!

Sinful Sunday Masterlist

Pairings: Ezra (Prospect) x Reader, Captain Rex (Rebels) x Reader

Ezra (Prospect) x Reader

We got another Ezra thot this week, because this man live in my head rent free, and because I've been thinking waaaaaayyyyy too much about this senerio......

When Ezra and Cee got off the Green they were both rushed to the medical wing of the station based off of the injuries of Ezra alone. Cee had been cleared of serious injuries but had been given plenty of fluids and food as she was dehydrated and very clearly hungry as well as sent to spend at least a single night in the room that was pumped with the cleanest air on the station to help cleanse her lungs from being down on the poisonous moon. Ezra on the other hand had been rushed to surgery for both his arm, or the lack of, and the wound in his stomach. The medical staff worked on him for hours cleaning his wounds and suturing him up correctly. He also was stuck into the room with Cee because it was obvious his lungs were riddled with spores from the moon. The staff had also decided that a medically induced coma would be best for Ezra’s recovery, and they would bring him out of it once he was doing better. Cee stuck by Ezra’s side, always quiet and only giving short answers when asked question. Ezra stayed in the coma for about a month before they gradually started waking him up. That is when you had been assigned to help. You were sort of a care taker, physical therapist, and regular therapist rolled in one, it was your job to help those who had been injured terribly get back on to their feet.

You had started by coming into the room one day and introducing yourself to the pair. Ezra who was still woozy from the sleep he had just woken from, but he still managed to give, what you soon found to be his signature smirk that made him look like he held everything you ever wanted or ever would want. That smirk also made his eyes gleam with a certain deviousness that never failed to make you feel as if he was planning something nefarious. Cee had taken a bit to warm up to you, but once she did you were immediately endeared to the girl, who very obviously had a rough childhood. You watched over the two for about a month before the hospital made the decision to release the two to be watched over planet side.

Because of the severity of Ezra’s injuries, the three if you were sent to the nearest planet to a house where the two could get better. You of course were given your own apartment to sleep in, but it was on the completely opposite side of the town you all had been sent to. The first weeks of being there, you came and went from your apartment at odd hours, usually murderous early in the mornings and nauseous late at night. Ezra constantly apologized for his odd sleeping habits, but you always just smiled and told him it was nothing you were worried about, and that it was your job. And you did enjoy spending time with Ezra, he could be morose sometimes, but for the most part he always managed to make you smile with his words or stories. Not to mention watching him and Cee interact always warmed your heart as well as give you a few laughs.

But eventually the odd hours started getting to you and Ezra was keen to notice the dark circles forming under your eyes and the many yawns you had throughout the day. What finally broke Ezra was when one day, while he had his daily reading time in the afternoon, he had been shaken from his flow because of your head falling to his shoulder and feeling your soft breaths. He turned to find you asleep peacefully on his shoulder. When you had woken up hours later you had tried to apologize, but Ezra only hushed you and told you to move in with the two of them. You tried to protest saying it was unprofessional, but Ezra wouldn't have any of it.

After you moved in with them things both became easier and harder for you. Easier in the sense that you got more sleep and it improved your overall mood, but worse because the small feelings you had developed for Ezra has completely taken over your thoughts. And you weren't completely sure it was just you feeling these things. You often would feel Ezra’s eyes follow you, only to find him turning away when you glanced towards him. The tension continued to grow a mind grow until one night it boiled over.

It was late and Cee had been in bed for a couple of hours. The two of you had just been talking about this and that and slowly you found yourself moving closer and closer to Ezra, and then slowly the conversation trailed off, and the two of you just stared at eachother. You weren't sure who moved first but you soon found yourself caught in a sweet kiss with Ezra as he cradled your face in his hand.

You weren't sure how but that night you both ended up falling asleep on the couch, you cuddled into Ezra’s lap with your heads buried in eachother's neck.

Rebels!Captain Rex x Reader

Call me whatever you want but Grandpa Rex still owns my heart and thots so, here's this.....

When you reunited with Rex it was when the Rebels had all settled down together and made a base on Chopper Base. You hadn't seen him since the end of clone cars, and had always assumed the worst. But the second you rounded a corner and saw the blue and white armor and helmet under his arm, you knew this was Rex. He may have been missing his blond buzzcut and be thicker around the edges, but he was still handsome and perfect. With tears in your eyes you took off running towards where he was having a conversation with Hera. Though the second you yelled his name, he had whipped around to see you not slowing down for anything. He braced himself and when you got close enough you jumped into his arms and buried your face in his neck with a sob. The two of you held eachother tightly, before Rex pulled back to look at you. The two of you watched eachother for a few minutes before Rex spoke up, "You're still as beautiful as you were during the war." You felt his hand raise to cup your face and as you leaned into it, you told him, "And you, Rex, have aged like the finest whiskey." Rex only chuckled and shook his head before leaning down and giving you a sweet kiss. Then you both heard a small cough and turned to find a very amused Hera. Rex blushed and apologized, but Hera just shook her head and told Rex to take the rest of the day to spend time with you. You smiled and thanked her, before she turned and left.

The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking about what had happened after the war, all the while holding each other close and tightly like if they let go, then the other might disappear. The kisses were also frequent, and often interrupted whoever was talking. You weren't sure how late it was, but the two of you had some how ended up in Rex's room, cuddled up on his bed. Rex had your hand and was playing with your fingers as you talked, but you found yourself trailing off and scooting closer to Rex. He looked at you with a smile as you leaned in for another kiss, but this kiss got deeper and more passionate than the others had been. And by the time you pulled away for air, You were straddling Rex's lap. He cautiously put his hands on your hips. You looked into his eyes at his hesitation to find him just staring straight forward before he spoke up quietly, "I, um, cyare, I don't look the way I used to...... so I-" "Do you not want to have sex with me Rex?" His eyes jumped up to yours shocked before he rushed out, "Of course I do, I have never wanting anything than to be with you again in this moment." "Then whats the problem? Because from what I can see right now you are still as sexy as the first time I laid eyes on you." Rex only blushes again and looks down, before you grab the sides of his face and force him to look into your eyes as you smile deviously and ask innocently,"Or is it because a certain part of you doesn't work quite right anymore?" Rex's demeanor changed instantly and he growled flipping you over face down onto the bed and pinned your hands down as he ground his hips into yours and you could only moan at the very prominent buldge, as Rex mutter, "I'll show you just how well it still works, cyare." He managed to strip you both down in record time, before you felt the head of his cock nudge that your entrance and you could only moan and try and push back onto him. Rex grabbed your hips to steady them before he pushed in as slowly as he possibly could, savoring the feeling of your walls gripping him tightly again after all these years. When he bottomed out, both of you moaned and you couldn't help but clench around him at how full you felt, and wiggle your ass trying to get him to move. After a few seconds he did, pulling out slowly before slamming back into you and immediately hitting that spot inside of you that only he could ever reach. Rex repeated this over and over until you were a whiny mess and you were begging him to go faster. But rather than change his pace, Rex only pulled you up so your back was to his chest and as his pace stayed the same he reached around and pressed against your throbbing clit telling you, "Come one baby, I need you to cum around my cock..... I, kriff, I wanna feel yo-ou cum around me before I let go...Kri-iff please baby I'm so close." You could only roll yours eyes back as the pleasure of your orgasm instantly hit you as you heard Rex beg for you to cum. Only then did Rex curse and speed up his pace to something quicker and sloppy, and his pace did nothing but my your oversensitive walls hug his cock tighter, before with a low grunt Rex buried himself completely inside of you and you felt his cum fill you more than you already were.

After catching his breath, Rex pulled out and laid onto the bed pulling you on to his chest. You both laid there for a few minutes, you tracing you finger on his chest as you listened to his hear beat. Then you felt his cum start to seep out of you and you cringed and started to get up, only to be stopped by Rex's arms pulling you back down. "Where are you going cyare?" "I was just gonna get something to clean myself up with. I'll be right back i promise." This time as you started to move, Rex flipped you onto your back and said, "Who said we were done? I have lost time to make up for, cyare..." And when you felt his fully hard cock press into you again, you knew you were in for a L O N G but pleasure filled night.

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Of Truth and Justice - Part VI *FIN*

Summary: The battle of the Mother Boxes and the future.

Pairing: Clark Kent/OFC

Word Count: 12,314

Rating: M - Justice League!AU, Language, Violence, Nightmares, Visions, Death, Fluff, Angst, Dark themes, Dirty Jokes

Inspiration: The Snyder Cut and DCU

Author’s Note: It was fine while it lasted, thanks for all the love and support on it! As always, thank you to @wondersofdreaming for inspiring me and doing her best to help keep my manic muse in order.

Clark and Calea didn't go back to sleep, they sat on the porch swing and watched the sunrise over the flat fields of Kansas, Clark's arm slung over her shoulders and her head laid on his arm. The screen door beside them creaked open and Martha peeked her head out, smiling softly at the two.

Clark took a deep breath and turned his head towards her, smiling back at her.

“Mornin'.” She greeted them, Calea looking up at her.

“Morning, Ma.” Clark replied, calm and relaxed, even though his mind had been whirl-winding around the realistic nightmare Calea had during the night.

“I got breakfast on the table, if either of ya want it.” She invited them.

“Thank you, Mrs. Kent.” Calea answered, feeling her stomach rumble like an earthquake.

Martha smiled brighter at Calea, softly shaking her head. “Just call me, Martha.” She told her, with a nod of her head, and disappeared back inside.

“See.” Clark grinned at her. “Told you she'd like you.”

Calea chuckled, blushing softly. “You did.” She nodded, kissing his cheek and stood, heading inside the house with him, the amazing smell of breakfast beckoning her to the table. “This is delicious, Mrs.--Martha.” She complimented her, smiling at her across the table.

“I'm glad.”

“I'm going to take a shower.” She whispered to Clark, as they finished washing up the breakfast dishes for Martha.

“All right.” He nodded, but his brow was creased at her, sensing something was off with her, but didn't want to push it. “Ma said there was something acting up with her car, I'll check that out, while you do.”

“Sounds good.”

Calea smiled, forcefully, pushing up on her toes and kissed his cheek, before quietly going upstairs to his room, stopping by the still broken bed, half an embarrassed smirk tugged up on one corner of her lip, while a frown of conflict pulled down on the other side. Shaking her head, Calea entered his small bathroom and stripped, stepping into the shower stall and cranking the tap, the shower head came sputtering to life. She wasn't even sure what temperature the water was as it washed over her, a throb rolled up her spine and burst through the base of her skull, like fireworks through her brain.

“Ah.” She whimpered, pressing her hands to the shower wall in front of her, squeezing her eyes shut and tried to ride it out.

She panted heavily, trembling, as the pain only intensified, rocking wave after wave through her body. Flashes of an almost desolate place flashed in her mind's eye, searing the picture of some sort of force field forming over it, like the exposed insides of a leaf, slowly blanketing a dome over it, sealing the rough and darkened buildings inside.

“No, no, no!” She whined out, beating her palms against the wall, creaking the old and worn tile.

Stumbling out of the shower, water still running, she scoured Clark's bedroom for her clothing, dripping wet and all.

“Calea?” Martha frowned as Calea charged down the stairs, storming by her. “Is everything all right, hon?” She asked, concerned.

“No, no no.” Calea replied, thundering towards the front door, nearly blowing it off the hinges as she rushed out of it, needing to find Clark, needing him frantically.

“Whoa, easy.” He startled as she grabbed the back of his shirt, colliding with him. “What's wrong?” He asked, holding her by the shoulders and searching her eyes. “Calea, what is it?”

“It's the Boxes, Clark.” She gasped, eyes unfocused, and trembling. “It's the Boxes, they're charging up. He's starting the Unity.” She told him, between deep swallows of air.

“Steppenwolf has started them.”

Clark's face fell at her words, his own anxiety and alarm spiking. “Are you sure?”

“I have to go.” She whimpered, shaking her head. “I have to go to them.”

“No, Calea.” Clark shook his head at her, cupping her face in his hands. “No, we need to get back to the Hall and inform the League, we need to warn them and get them together. Then, we'll go find Steppenwolf and the Mother Boxes.”

“They're calling to me.” Calea replied in an eerie voice. “I have to go to them. They need me.”

Clark's stomach twisted at the sound of her voice and the expression on her face. He pushed her head back to look up at him, but her eyes wouldn't focus, she no longer saw him, or even the farm, all she saw were the Boxes morphing and humming, slowly twisting to meld together as one, while trying to entice her into joining with them, fulfilling her greatest power and potential.

“Fight it, Calea.” He bolstered her, shaking her by the shoulders and trying to get her to snap out of it. “Calea!” He barked, hands squeezing her shoulders.

Calea blinked several times, taking deep breaths in and out, trying to push back against the hum of the Boxes inside her head. Letting out a painstaking groan, she looked up at Clark, gulping thickly.

“We don't have much time.” She rasped, feeling them gnaw at her mind to get back in.

Clark got suited back up and took off with Calea back to the Hall of Justice.

“Where have you two been?” Arthur asked, eyeing Clark and Calea as they came into the hall.

“Where's everyone else?” Clark asked, ignoring the Atlantean's question and look.

“They're down in the lab.”

Clark took Calea's hand, unwilling to be without her, afraid that she would start losing control again. They made their way down to the lab, finding Victor and Bruce leaning over a table. The pair looked up as Calea and Clark came in, instantly knowing something was wrong by their body language.

“What's happened?” Bruce asked, pushing off the table and studying them.

“Steppenwolf's started the Unity with the Mother Boxes.” Clark replied, squeezing Calea's hand.

“We know.” Bruce replied, frowning. “We got the signal forty minutes ago.” He added, sensing something was deeply off with Calea.

“Is she all right?”

“They're calling to me.” She replied, struggling to fight back the gnawing pressure of the Boxes in the base of her mind. “They want...need...me to go to them.”

“Then, it's out of the question.” Bruce shook his head, folding his arms.

“You can't stop those Boxes without me.” Calea told him, bluntly. “I'm what stops them, once and for all.”

“She's right.” Victor nodded, he felt the pull and call of the Boxes as well. “She's the Father Box and the Unity Key. Without her, they can't reach their full power or be destroyed.”

“Look at her!” Arthur snapped, coming into the room. “She's barely holding back from submitting to them already. What happens, when she gets close enough to destroy them.”

“I either destroy them, or they end up destroying me and the planet.” Calea growled at him. “Which gamble do you want to take, Arthur? My life for the world, or the world's life, because you were too much of a chicken shit to take a risk to save it?”

“It's not even your planet.” Arthur huffed, glaring at her. “Your people ended up becoming Darkseid and Steppenwolf's lackeys, that same weakness lives inside of you.”

Calea snapped to Arthur, pinning him up against the wall, teeth bared at him. “I have no weakness.” She hissed. “Unlike you, Arthur Curry; and the Mother Boxes exploit one's weakness.” She whispered, pressing her palms into his collarbones, the blue tint lighting up her eyes as she dug into Arthur's mind and picked out his weakness; the feeling of abandonment from his mother, that caused his reluctance for commitment.

“Calea.” Clark snapped, pulling her off Arthur. “We don't need to be going at each other's throats. It's what Steppenwolf and Darkseid would want; to fracture us, so we were too divided to fight him.”

“Clark is right.” Diana agreed, coming into the lab with Barry and Alfred. “We need to stick together.”

“Do we have any idea where Steppenwolf and the Boxes are, and how it is Calea's meant to destroy them?” Bruce asked, looking around the room, meeting everyone's eyes.

Victor and Calea looked at each other, they knew exactly where the Boxes were, with Victor being brought back with a Mother Box and Calea being the Father Box, they were in tune with the Boxes, and to a degree, each other.

“Yes.” Victor finally replied, looking away from Calea and bringing up a map. “It's an abandoned nuclear site in Russia.” He said, showing it to them. “The amount of radiation it had would be perfect for what he's doing.”

“Wouldn't you run the chance of growing an extra leg out of your neck, with that level of radioactive materials?” Barry asked, concerned.

“Ordinarily, yes.” Victor replied, troubled. “But, the force field Steppenwolf is building around the Mother Boxes, and the Boxes themselves, have absorbed the radiation in the surrounding area.”

“It's relatively safe.”

“Relatively?” Bruce echoed back, lifting a brow at him.

“That's not accounting for the army of Para-Demons he has at his disposal, and the Boxes uniting.” He elaborated, frowning back at Bruce.

Calea whimpered, pressing her fingers to her temples, flashing spots in her eyes. “We need to do something now.” She whined, gripping Clark's arm as she wavered on her feet.

“We're losing time.”

“We need to formulate a plan.” Diana said, leaning against the table and studying the map Victor still had up. “Can you show us what this force field looks like?” She asked, lifting a brow at him.

Nodding, the map hologram changed to a live view of the strange dome that was pulsating over the abandoned city, para-demons swarming all over it. “We need a way to get inside of it.” Victor said, scanning the protective dome for any possible weak points.

“What about some good old fashioned fire power?” Bruce asked, chewing on his lip as he studied it. “Blast an opening long enough to slip through, then try taking out whatever it is keeping the thing up?” He suggested, glancing around the table.

“It might work.” Diana nodded slowly, brows pinched with concentration and worry.

“Only one way to find out.” Arthur chimed in, a similar expression on his own face.

“Let's go.” Bruce said, turning on his heels. “Everyone get suited up and meet on the ship.” He threw over his shoulder, before jogging upstairs to get his Batman suit on.

The team scattered to get ready for the fight, while Clark stayed with Calea, both of them already suited up and ready to go. Clark felt antsy about Calea going with them to confront Steppenwolf and the Para-Demons, especially after her nightmare the evening before and the way the Boxes were affecting her at this distance. She felt the same, but wasn't going to let it stop her from trying to stop them from allowing Darkseid onto Earth.

“It'll be all right.” She whispered, looking up into his face, Clark never bothered to hide what he was feeling from her.

“We don't know that.” He whispered back, cupping her face in his hands.

Calea smiled up at him, despite all the agony she was in. “I know that.” She told him, softly. “You said it yourself, the hardest things have a reason for happening.”

“Not like this.”

“Is Superman scared?” She teased him, gripping his wrists.

“Of losing you,” He stared into her eyes. “More than anything else in my life.”

“You won't lose me, Clark. I'm not going anywhere, especially not without you. So, we'd both have to die, for that to happen, and I don't intend on dying.”

“Do you?”

“Once was enough for me.” Clark laughed, pulling her into his arms.

“And I'd rather not try it myself.” She giggled, locking her arms around his waist.

“You two love birds ready to go?” Bruce asked, coming back into the room.

“Yeah.” They both replied in unison, breaking apart and following Bruce to the jet.

The flight didn't take long to make, but it was tense and filled with uncertain anxiety of what they would find and experience once they arrived at the site; and the closer they got the more agitated Calea became, waves of pain continued to ripple through her body in increasing strength, making her break out into sweat as she paced the ship's loading bay, her head throbbing and sick to her stomach. The team was forced to watch her, like she was some sort of wounded and caged animal, waiting for the right moment to burst through the bars of its prison and attack the first thing it could get its claws on.

“The stronger the Mother Boxes become in their Unity and the closer we get to them, the more she's going to suffer and be affected.” Victor said, feeling the same tingle of discomfort, but not nearly the level Calea did.

“She's in a deep battle of wills with them.”

“Let's just hope her mind and will is stronger than them.” Bruce commented, frightened.

Clark nodded, anxiously, as he watched Calea pace, pounding the sides of her fists against her pounding and sweaty forehead. He felt as useless as the rest, “I'm Superman, and the one superpower I don't have is to ease the pain you're in.” He whimpered, stopping her and folding her into his arms. “If I hadn't died, none of this would have happened.”

“It's not like you died on purpose.” Calea mumbled into his chest, locking her arms around his waist.

“But, I knew it was a very big possibility with how close I was to the Kryptonite spear.” He replied, nuzzling the top of her head.

“It's still not your fault, Clark.” She whimpered, pressing her face against his chest as a fresh wave of pain hit her. “None of this is.”

“We've arrived.” Victor informed them.

The craft landed some distance away from Steppenwolf's base, wanting to give the team as much of an element of surprise as possible, since the Boxes undoubtedly knew Calea was close to them, and would soon give that signal to Steppenwolf and his demons.

“Calea, you're going to stay here and wait until we take out as many of the Para-Demons as we can and get the shield down. That way we don't run the risk of them capturing you.” Bruce said, laying out the plan.

“And the farther I am from them, you think the less likely I am to submit to them?” She replied smugly, between clenched teeth.

“It's for your own good.” Clark told her, resting his hand on the small of her trembling back.

“And, the team's.” Bruce added, before continuing. “I'll take the jet and punch a hole in the shield, then locate the tower that's keeping it up. Once the force field is down, the rest of the team can get in there and start smashing heads.”

“I'll see what I can do to help you destroy the boxes.” Victor said to Calea.

“Good, cause I don't have much of an idea how to do that on my own.” Calea chuckled, shaking her head.

Bruce stepped back onto the jet, closing the bay door behind him and got behind the controls. Taking a deep breath in and out, Bruce pulled the aircraft off the ground and started towards the field, praying that his idea on how to get inside was right. The team watched, tensely, as the thrusters on the jet came to life, rocketing the craft towards the glowing orange ward.

Flipping a switch on the control stick, Bruce fired a blast at the dome and let out a semi-relieved breath, seeing an opening appear in the fabric of the ward's makeup, but it only stayed open for a moment, before closing up again, causing him to miss his chance to get inside.

“He's not going to make it.” Victor shook his head, watching Bruce bring the ship back around and start to fly head on into it.

“Is he going to ram it or something?” Barry fretted, shifting uneasily on his feet.

“No.” Bruce replied over their communication wave. “I just need a little more fire power.” He growled, and opened up on the shield with all the guns and bombs the craft had on it, blowing a massive hole in it and flew right through the fiery plume it left behind.

“I'm in!” He snapped, adrenaline really pumping. “Get ready, I'm about to bring down the tower.”

A moment later, a large explosion sounded from within the ward and it started to crumble, like a leaf burning away to nothing. The team jostled themselves, waiting for the last of the shield to vanish before jumping into action, Diana, Victor and Arthur taking off and soaring towards the defenseless city, and with a crackle of lightning and a strong breeze, Barry was gone in a red blur. But, Clark didn't move from Calea's side as they watched the rest of them jump into action.

“Go.” She told him, jerking her head towards the action.

“Are you sure you'll be all right up here, by yourself.” He frowned, reluctant.

“Hey, if I can't have some fun kicking Para-Demon ass, you might as well for both of us.” She told him, gripping his hand in hers, forcing a smile for him, that didn't quite make it.

“Go. I'll be here, ready and waiting.”

Clark looked between her and the sounds of the battle that the League had gotten going without them. “All right.” He sighed, kissing her gently, then took off with a boom of the sound barrier breaking behind him.

Calea frowned after him, antsy and annoyed, she wanted in on the action, but knew that getting any closer to the Boxes too soon could possibly have dire consequences for the team, the planet and her. So, she paced the ledge that overlooked the city, seeing the blue zigzags of Barry zooming about the place, the glittering effect of Bruce shooting at Para-Demons from the Bat-mobile he had brought with him and flashes of things from Clark and Victor, heat vision, arm cannons, the occasionally hyped yell from Arthur, and the few times Diana connected her gauntlets together, letting out a harsh, ringing shockwave.

It wasn't five minutes after the battle began that a sharp and icy cold spike speared through her mind, driving her to her knees with a yelp of pain. She moaned, fingers digging into the debris filled soil, trying to fight the ever increasing call of the Boxes, the images they keep flashing through her mind and the whispers that kept taunting and enticing her to join them. She took deep and gasping breaths, trying to push them out and ignore them, but it was getting harder for her to fight them off.

She groaned and coughed, before throwing up into the dirt and sat back on her heels. “You won't win.” She mewled to the Boxes. “I am stronger than you and everything you throw at me. There is nothing you can do that will make me submit to you.”

“Not even your greatest fear?” The Boxes rasped back inside her mind.

“I have no fear, no weakness.” She growled back, feeling their pressure on her brain magnify, making her eyes water and blur. “There is nothing in me you can exploit. I came to terms with them long ago, they are useless for you.”

“You think that, princess.”

A bubble of strong energy swept across her face, nearly knocking her backwards with the force. Wiping the dirt and tears out of her face, Calea's stomach dropped, the entire city was leveled and nothing stirred inside of it. She struggled to her feet, scrambling to the edge of the ledge and scanned the area, not picking up any heartbeats.

“Clark.” She whimpered, then launched herself off the top of the cliff, racing towards the city, in hopes of finding any one of the League alive and unharmed. “Barry.” She gulped, finding him laying under a pile of rubble, dead.

She picked her way through the city, finding Diana, Victor and Arthur's bodies, all of them dead. Pain and grief ripped through her as she reached the center, where the Mother Boxes were still alive and humming, almost completely one Box, Bruce knelt before them, severely injured, but somehow still alive, holding on by a thread.

“Bruce!” Calea cried out, rushing towards him. “Bruce, look at me.” She huffed, cupping his bloody face in her hands. “What happened? Where's Clark?” She demanded, trying to get him to focus on her.

“He turned on us.” Bruce moaned and coughed, droplets of blood spraying from his lips.

“What?”

“Touch them, Calea.” Clark's voice called behind them as he landed on the long walkway leading up to the Boxes. “Touch them, so we can be one.” He told her with a sweet smile, that didn't reach his eyes. “This is our destiny, why we were brought together. Why we are the bridge between the universe and Earth.”

“Don't.” Bruce rasped, shaking his head at her. “It's a trap. He's been working with Steppenwolf and Darkseid, the whole time. He was luring you into this, lying and manipulating you into completing the Unity.”

“Don't listen to him, Calea!” Clark roared, growing dangerously angry, his eyes glowing red hot. “He's keeping you from your potential, your true purpose in this world.” He barked at her, stepping closer. “He's jealous of us, he wants you for himself. Take my hand and we'll be together, forever.” He enticed her.

Calea looked between Clark and Bruce, confused and conflicted on what to believe, but shook her head. “No.” She barked back, standing up. “No, this isn't real. This isn't true. You're both lying to me!” She screamed, turning in a circle. “This won't work!” She yelled, looking around her, knowing it was an illusion by the Mother Boxes.

“It's real.” Bruce hissed, suddenly jumping to his feet.

“No!” Clark roared, as Bruce leveled one of his gadgets at Calea and fired, hitting her square in the chest and sent her stumbling backwards. “Calea!” He cried, rushing towards her, catching her as she fell to the ground. “No, no. Please, no.” He gasped, watching blood bubble out of her chest. “Why didn't you listen to me! Why didn't you just give them what they wanted!” He berated her, clutching her to his chest, a tear dripping down his cheek.

“Please, I love you.” He whimpered at her, feeling and hearing her heart start to slow. “You're my world, don't leave me.” He begged her as she stilled and grew quiet in his arms.

Clark let out an ear splitting scream that echoed outward, his heartbreak and angry ringing out across the Universe.

Calea clawed at her chest, still able to feel the pain of Bruce's weapon, but found nothing, not a drop of blood or a single scratch. “Oh, you bastards.” She hissed, still on her hands and knees.

“This is what will happen, if you do not Unify the Boxes, Selian. They will all die, as will you.” The Boxes growled back, like nails on a chalkboard. “If you do not do this, this world is doomed, and your love will be lost, an aid to Darkseid, his greatest weapon and General.”

Calea stayed in place, debating on whether or not she should go to the Boxes, what if they were playing her again, they surely were, but there felt like an element of truth to their words and visions as well. Taking a deep breath, Calea pushed herself to her feet, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment to regain her balance and center of mind, before a static-y aura sizzled around her and she snapped from the ledge to down in the city. She appeared just as Bruce was ejected from his wrecked Bat-mobile and caught him mid-air, setting him back down on his feet, but as their bare skin touched and a strong pulse thumped between them, tapping into something deep in Bruce's mind.

She gripped onto him tighter, wanting to see it clearer.

It was the same apocalyptic world she had seen in her nightmare the night before, Clark, dark and evil, working for Darkseid, his greatest weapon. Bruce was one of the last Justice League members, trying to survive the desert wasteland. The deaths of Diana and Arthur left only Bruce, Barry and Victor together, followed and grouped with several others, another Atlantean, by the look of her clothing, a man with a white Mohawk and a missing eye, and a long haired man, wearing a SWAT vest and strange make up. The struggling resistance against Darkseid and the world that Steppenwolf and the Mother Boxes had created for his arrival. The group argued about something she couldn't hear, but they suddenly became afraid and out of the sky someone landed ahead of them.

Clark.

His expression was maniacal, the energy he gave off, even through the dream or vision, was far worse, unhinged and diabolical. He wasn't the man, the Kryptonian, that she knew, that either of them knew. He had lost his ability to care, his compassion and empathy dried up and gone. He glared at the group of survivors, his heat vision warming up, turning his empty and angry blue eyes a glowing red.

“Clark, please.” Bruce begged him, putting up his hands in desperation. “Don't do this! This isn't who you are!”

“Who I am, Bruce?” Clark hissed back, tilting his head at the Bat. “You would know about who I am, wouldn't you?” He taunted him, taking a step closer to him. “You knew who I was once, before you took her from me. She is what made me who I was. She was the only thing that mattered to me, she was my world, my reasoning.”

The searing hot beams of his heat vision burst from his eyes, melting through everyone behind Bruce, killing them.

“But, you got her killed, and I promised her, I would make you pay, and I will.” He growled, grabbing Bruce by the throat and taking off into the sky.

The vision didn't stop there either, she caught the glimpse of Barry appearing to Bruce through a wormhole he generated, coming back in time. “It's her.” Barry said in a watery voice. “She's the key, she's always been the key.”

“Calea?” Bruce's voice broke through to her. “Calea!” He called again, yanking his hand out of hers, recalling her to the present. “What are you doing down here, we're not ready for you yet.” He scolded her, concerned, as she shook her head, trying to dislodge the images that coincided with her dream and what the Mother Boxes were showing her.

“I have to do this, or we're all doomed.” She whimpered, stepping away from him. “Clark, especially.”

“What are you talking about?” Bruce frowned, shaking his head at her.

“The dream you had, about Clark turning bad and working for Darkseid, because of my apparent death.” She told him, meeting his eyes. “I've had a similar one and the Mother Boxes have been showing it to me as well.”

Bruce froze, taken aback by her words. “So, it is possible?”

“It could be, if I don't get to those Boxes and stop them.” She replied, her eyes looking over to the abandoned nuclear tower that Steppenwolf had set the Mother Boxes up in.

“Wait, we're almost done here!” Bruce called out to her, as she started in the tower's direction.

“So are the Boxes.” She replied, before bounding closer to the tower and out of earshot of Bruce.

“We have a problem.” Bruce barked over communication, just as a pair of Para-demons showed up to fight him. “Calea is heading for the Boxes.”

“That's not good.” Barry reported back, zipping around his own Para-Demon problem.

“I'll go and check on her, you guys keep fighting.” Victor replied, powering up his thrusters and headed in that direction.

Calea landed on the walkway that led to the center of the nuclear tower, finding Steppenwolf there with the Mother Boxes and a small swarm of Para-Demons. The pull of the Boxes were a hundred times greater inside the tower than outside of it, almost making Calea dizzy and numb to everything around her, but them. Steppenwolf turned, as the Para-Demons twisted their heads to look over at her, and smiled smugly, seeing her standing there.

“Ah, Princess, so you've decided to join us after all.” He chuckled at her. “Or should I say, Queen, being you would have succeeded your parents after their needless deaths.”

“I haven't come to join you.” Calea replied, sneering at him. “I've come to see you and Darkseid. I won't let you destroy this world or the people in it.”

“Your concern for these puny humans is laughable, Selian. Wasting your potential and power on these mortals, instead of basking in the glory that could be yours.”

“There is no glory in commanding a wasteland.” She hissed back, body tensing against the growing battle of the Boxes and the fight that was about to happen between herself and Steppenwolf.

“If you won't join us willingly, then you will be forced to!” Steppenwolf barked, then hissed at his Para-Demons. “Bring her to me.”

Screeching, the Para-Demons started after her, but Calea stood her ground, growling at him as they neared her, but before they could, she slapped her cupped hands together, sending out a massive shockwave that ripped through the pursuing demons and knocked them backwards, obliterating their insect-like wings at the same time, causing them to drop out of the sky and crashing to the ground below. Steppenwolf growled at the disposal of his minions, gripping his axe tighter in both hands and advanced on Calea himself, raising the weapon above his head.

She was ready and waiting for him, looking forward to battling the monster that had killed her parents and destroyed her home, so many people's homes. She side stepped his downward swing of his weapon and punched him in the side, making him grunt and fly sideways, then advanced on him, hitting him again and sending him back farther.

“Coming through!” Victor yelled, sailing over Calea's head and collided with Steppenwolf as he recovered.

“You think I'm letting you have all the fun!” Calea called back, joining in with him.

Calea and Victor fought back and forth with Steppenwolf, dodging and blocking his blows, while returning them. Steppenwolf tossed Victor off of him and halfway across the tower, before grabbing Calea by the shoulder, picking her up off the ground, her feet dangling as she struggled with him.

“You were never meant to defeat me.” He hissed, steadily squeezing her shoulder more and more, the bones underneath creaking and protesting the pressure.

“Good thing she's not alone!” Diana's voice called back as she and Arthur joined in on the fight.

“Damn right!” Arthur cried in agreement, banging the end of his trident on the ground, three times, before charging Steppenwolf with Diana.

“Hm.” Steppenwolf huffed, tossing Calea over the side of the walkway.

Calea cried out as she landed on her back, all the air leaving her body. She laid there, painfully wheezing as she watched Arthur sail towards Steppenwolf, his trident held out in front of him, ready to stab him through with it, while Diana descended upon him, her sword poised above her head to come down on him. A crackle of energy popped in the air for a moment, before Barry skidded to a stop beside her, kneeling down.

“Oh my gosh, are you all right?” He asked, hands poised above her, but unsure if he should touch her or not.

“I'm f-fine.” Calea wheezed back, pushing herself up on her elbows. “Go help th-them.”

“Right.” He nodded and was gone again.

Calea pulled herself up, panting and shrugging at the soreness of her shoulder and arm, her eyes going to the unguarded Mother Boxes. Catching her breath, she pushed off the ground, jumping up to the landing beside them. Their strength was almost nauseating at this range, but she pushed through it, moving to stand beside them, sparks jumping between the slowly merging Boxes. She reached out to them, the sparks jumping to the tips of her fingers.

“Calea, no!” Clark's voice rang out as he landed on the other side of the Boxes. “Don't touch them.”

Sighing, Calea looked across at him. “It's the only way, Clark.” She replied, feeling it now, the call between her DNA as the Father Box and the makeup of the Mother Boxes.

The only way for her to stop the Unity between them, was for Calea to become one with them, destroying them from the inside out.

“It's the only way.”

“No, there's has to be another way.” He tried convincing her, looking over his shoulder to the team, still trying to keep Steppenwolf occupied. “Let us deal with Steppenwolf, then we'll figure this out.”

“It'll be too late by then, Clark.” She cooed back at him, smiling at him softly. “I love you.” She whispered, before pushing her hands into the active Boxes.

Calea gasped as the Boxes grabbed a hold of her, physically and mentally, her back arching as they all surged together. Clark started forward, as a blast from Calea and the Mother Boxes knocked him and everyone else away, like it wanted to keep them from stopping what was about to happen. The worn and uncared for concrete and steel rebar structure of the tower around them groaned, cracking and flaking, running debris down all around them. Calea tried pulling back from the Boxes, but they only pulled her in farther each time she did, from her hands, all the way up to her elbows. Electricity surged and crackled between her and the Boxes, sending out huge bolts of lightning to strike every surface in the tower.

Her eyes glowed bright blue, brighter than they ever had in her life, as the League watched in awe and frightened disbelief, Calea's strength and pain mounted, reaching an all new fevered-pitch.

“My god.” Victor gasped, mouth dropping open as the Mother Boxes slowly started to shrink in size.

“What's happening?” Diana asked, slack jawed as well.

“She's absorbing them.” Victor replied. “Or they're absorbing themselves into her, I can't tell which.”

The Mother Boxes vanished and Calea swayed on her feet, her chin dropping to her chest as her head throbbed and felt heavier than anything she could describe, then fell to her knees, eyes falling shut. Everything was still and quiet for a moment, no one daring to move, scared that if they did, it would only speed up what was brewing around them.

“Yes.” Steppenwolf finally hissed, standing up and smiling at her, excited for this change of events. “It's completed.” He chuckled, looking to the League. “You've failed.” He laughed at them.

“Calea?” Clark called out, pulling himself up onto his feet.

Her head lifted at the sound of his voice, tilting slightly, as she opened her eyes again, they were still bright blue and alive with the electric power that was stored inside of her, but they didn't stay that way. It was like dropping midnight black ink into water, slowly spreading and clouding until there was nothing left, but darkness. Her glowing blue eyes turned a solid black, but lost none of their charged properties.

“Oh no.” Diana gasped, realizing the Mother Boxes had managed to take full control over Calea, turning her dark. “Calea, no!” She called out, watching Calea rise to her feet, like she was being pulled up by an invisible string.

“Yes!” Steppenwolf yelled back. “Open the portal! Let Darkseid and his forces rule this world!” He declared, gripping his Electro Axe tighter in his hands.

Sparks of energy weaved their way around her fingers and up her arms, like teeny electrical caterpillars. She turned her hand palm up, an orb of blue energy pooled in her hand and then the other one, where she pushed them together and pulled them apart again, like kneading and stretching dough. She turned on her heels and took several steps towards the edge of the central platform, hands wide apart and the ball of energy the same size, before flicking her wrists sharply, throwing the bubble of power out of her hands to suspend in the mid-air to continue spreading.

Within moments the web of energy she created turned into a massive portal between Apokolips and Earth, revealing DeSaad and Darkseid waiting on the other side of it, with an even bigger army of Para-Demons.

“Now!” Steppenwolf roared, a feeling of accomplished victory in the pit of his stomach, his redemption and restorative to his former glory and power. “Kill them!” He ordered her, pointing to the League, behind him.

Calea turned her attention to them and every member of the League tensed, making her smirk at them. She advanced on the first of them that was closest to her, which just happened to be Barry. He tried to charge himself up to get away from her, but as he started to run away, Calea matched his speed, grabbing onto him by his homemade suit, before spinning on her heels, still moving quickly, and let go of him, sending him spinning and spiraling across the room and crashing through the wall on the other side. Shrugging her shoulders and cracking her neck, Calea continued, her eyes locking on Diana and Arthur next.

Diana took a deep breath, not wanting to hurt her friend, but she knew she would be forced to defend herself against Calea's attack.

“I'm sorry.” She sighed, shaking her head.

“Not like you will be.” Calea hissed back, darkly.

Diana raised her hands to bring her gauntlets together, but Calea jumped forward, bounding over the space between them and grabbed Diana's wrists, yanking them apart and pulling Diana closer to her, while lifting her bent knee, driving it into Diana's stomach and knocking her back into Arthur. Victor tried sneaking up behind her, but her head snapped sideways, slapping her hand on his metal chest and stopping him, like a mac-truck smashing into a solid brick wall.

“Weak.” Calea growled in a voice that was not her own. “You were created from us, but you are weak, a failure. We do not abide by failure.” She sneered, pushing her hand harder into Victor's chest.

A burst of cold air hit Calea, Clark blowing a long stream of it over her, gaining her attention. She didn't react like she had the first time he blew his frost breath on her. Tossing Victor aside, Calea turned towards Clark and took a deep breath, sucking the icy air into herself, until Clark stopped. His eyes went wide as she let all that cold out through her nose, like the angry breath of a bull. She was completely unaffected by it, and everyone else's attempts to stop her.

“Kal-El.” She chuckled, her force still disembodied. “Last son of Krypton. Join us, reach the same level of power and potential your world has.”

Clark's brows creased and drew down over his eyes, a voice echoing in his head. 'The Mother Boxes exploit one's weakness.'

“I'm your weakness.” He whimpered, the reality punching him in the gut.

“That's right, Clark Kent.” She replied, grinning at him. “Almost six thousand years and the only weakness this Royal Prime Selian has is...you.” She threw her head back and laughed, the sound of it echoed. “Who needs Kryptonite, when we have Calea Stormborn to destroy you, and when she's done killing you, Superman, she will end up tearing herself apart, with the dark and painful memory of killing the alien she loves more than herself.”

The moment she finished the sentence, she was colliding with Clark, sending them both flying backwards. They tumbled to the ground, Clark managing to get the upper hand, pinning her down to the dirt, staring into her pure black eyes, like they were a pair of black holes.

“Fight this, Calea.” He growled between clenched teeth. “You are stronger than this.” He barked, slamming his fists on either sides of her head.

“I am stronger.” Calea hissed back, before striking Clark across the face with her elbow, sending him flying off of her, and got up, to advance on him.

“Hey!” A voice rang out, with three distinct, metallic bangs.

Calea turned, just in time to watch Arthur throw his trident at her, like a javelin. Tilting her head at it, she simply raised her hand and caught it, by the middle tang, then shifted her grasp on it. Holding it by the handle, she regarded the long weapon and twirled it, before grasping the handle in both hands, met Arthur's eye again, and snapped it over her knee, like a toothpick. Arthur's mouth dropped open as she tossed the two pieces to the ground, smiling smugly at him. Her attention now on Arthur, she forgot about Clark, but before she could reach him, something tight wrapped around her arm, tugging her sideways, making her growl in annoyance.

“You need to calm down.” Bruce said, tugging on her with his bat grapple again. “Remember why you're here.”

“This is so much worse than Pet Cemetery.” Barry wheezed, watching the two of them.

Growling, Calea wrapped her hand around the wire of the grapple and started pulling back. “I know why I am here, Bruce Wayne. Why are you?” She inquired, a murderous smirk on her face. “To die, I suppose.” She chuckled, reeling him in, his boots sliding in the dirt.

“Calea Stormborn of Selion.” Diana called from the other side, spinning her lasso above her head and flicking it out towards Calea. “This is not who you are.” She said, her lasso wrapping around Calea's waist, like a golden snake.

Calea groaned as the lasso squeezed around her middle and the power of the lasso whispered around the voices of the Mother Boxes. “No.” She growled, shaking her head, gripping the lasso with her other hand, pulling on both Bruce and Diana.

“Stop.” She barked, the light in her eyes faltering.

“Calea, you must fight this!” Clark called back to her, steadying himself on his feet.

“There has to be something we can do?” Arthur hissed, glaring down at his broken trident.

“I might be able to do something.” Victor replied, apprehensively. “I might be able to mentally merge with her and the Mother Boxes, we're all part of the same technology. If I can do that, I could help her through whatever mental turmoil they're putting her through.”

“Do it.” Clark implored him, watching Calea struggle.

“I'll need a charge.” Victor said, studying Calea. “She was able to click into them by the electrical charge she can naturally produce.”

“I might be able to reproduce the charge.” Barry chimed in, gulping. “I'll have to break my golden rule, but if I can run long enough and fast enough, I-I..I can do some pretty crazy things with the speed of light.” He explained to them, pressing his fingers into his eyes.

“Do it.” Bruce barked, gritting his teeth as his grip started to slip.

Clark snapped to Bruce, taking the grapple from him, owning his strength with Diana's to keep Calea in place. “Calea, you can fight this.” He growled, teeth gritted as he and Diana struggled to keep her restrained.

“Barry, you might wanna break that rule soon, she's only getting angrier and stronger.” Victor said, watching as Calea wrapped her hands around the wire of Bruce's grapple and the glowing strands of the Lasso, every muscle in her body tensing and flexing to yank Clark and Diana in towards her.

“Right.”

Barry nodded, took a deep breath, flexing his arms and legs, building a static charge, before dashing out of the nuclear tower and started zipping around the area in a wide circle, creating a barrier of blue and red as he succeeded in breaking the barrier. The harder Barry ran the harder it was for him to keep going, feeling the drag and pull of gravity, his feet slipping and struggling to keep traction on the ground.

“Victor!” He called out, trembling. “I've reached it.”

“All right!” Victor replied, readying himself behind Calea. “On one, Barry!”

Calea tried to twist around to swipe Victor away from her, but couldn't quite make it with Diana and Clark's hold onto her, making her growl and thrash with angry agitation. “No! She's ours!” She roared, planting her feet in the dirt, tensing and rolling her shoulders, a loud, almost deafening hum filling the concrete room, emanating from her.

“Three...Tw-”

“No!” Steppenwolf howled, jumping down from the walkway above as he watched them try to keep Calea restrained and attempting to break her free from the influence of the Mother Boxes. “You shall not stop us!” He boomed as he landed.

Steppenwolf swung his axe, striking Diana square in the chest and sending her flying backwards, breaking her grip on her lasso, and Calea. Smirking, Calea turned her head towards Clark and gripped the grapple wire in both hands and yanked as hard as she could. Clark tried digging in his heels, but the dirt and dust on the ground easily gave away, dragging him closer and closer to her.

“You can't hurt us, Kryptonian.” She hissed at him, as Clark raised a fist. “If you hurt us, you hurt her.” She taunted him, grinning and laughing at him.

Clark hesitated, it was true, whatever they did to stop the rampage the Mother Boxes had set Calea on, they would be harming her as well. He sighed and shook his head, knowing it was a double edged sword, hurting Calea and the Boxes stalling them with that fact.

“I have no qualms about that.”

“Ryder!” Bruce gasped, watching him stride over to Calea.

Ryder reached Calea and drove his fist into her stomach, doubling her over with the force. “I can't believe you'd be so stupid.” He scolded her.

Calea straightened up, her pitch black eyes narrowing at him, the markings on her body started to glow and the hum coming off of her only grew louder. Her arm shot out, striking Ryder in the chest and launching him backward, before advancing on him.

“Victor, I can't maintain this!” Barry's distorted voice warbled through the group's communications, his grasp on his speed slowing.

“We need to get her and Victor together.” Bruce said, watching Arthur and Diana try to help Ryder hold Calea off.

“I might be able to help.” Diana panted, grabbing her shield from the ground and dropped to a knee. “Victor get into position.” She told him, lifting her arm and slammed her gauntlet down on the edge of the shield, just as Victor lined up behind Calea.

The shockwave from Diana shoved Calea backwards, leaving deep trenches in the ground from her feet. Victor reached out for Calea as she was pushed back into him, giving Barry the signal to come as well, bringing his massive charge with him. Steppenwolf hissed as he saw what they were doing and tried to intercept them, but Clark put himself between them, Steppenwolf's axe connecting to Clark's shoulder, but it only made him chuckle, the sharp blade of the weapon not even leaving a mark on his regeneration suit.

“Not impressed.” He said, blowing a stream of icy cold breath over the axe, making it cold and brittle, then shattered it with a swift punch.

Steppenwolf gasped, taking several steps back as his axe crumbled to nothing. “No.” He mewled, blinking at his empty hands.

“You're too late.” Bruce added.

Victor's hand touched Calea's tense shoulder and a millisecond later, Barry's charged up hand touched Victor's own shoulder, a strong electric current passing from Barry's fingers and body, coursing through Victor and passing to Calea. It felt like a snap between Calea and Victor, both gasping at the sudden feeling, eyes wide as the two of them mentally became one, merging together.

Victor blinked, looking around at his new surroundings. He was some place he had never seen before and quickly understood it was another planet altogether. Scanning the area, Victor started off to the East of his current location, glancing up at the sky, a mix of midnight blue and black, the air was cool and sweet smelling, but a low humidity blanketed everything, had Victor been more human than Cyborg, he might have broken out into a light sweat as he moved through the tall, emerald green blades of grass and foliage, following an odd point of crystal blue light in the distance.

“Calea?” He called out, seeing her shadowy figure.

“What are you doing here?” Her voice replied, turning to face him, holding the shimmering light Victor had seen.

“Looking for you.” Victor replied, frowning at her. “What is that?” He asked, motioning to the glowing object.

Calea smiled down at her hands, caressing the smooth and silky petals. “It's a Moon Blossom.” She answered, lifting it to her nose and smiled at it, it was sweet and creamy, then held it out to Victor, who gently took it from her. “They only bloom on a full moon.” She told him, looking up at the mostly shield moon, through the leafy canopies above them.

“Dove!” A voice called out from the dark.

“It's all right.” Calea said, gently touching Victor's cool, metal arm. “Over here, Papa!” She called back, grinning. “It's my father.” She told him, chipper and excited as the tall figure of her father appeared between two trees, a bundle of Moon Blossoms in his arms.

“Who's this, Dove?” Calien asked, looking Victor over with a suspicious eye.

“This is my friend, Victor.” Calea explained to him, the smile never fading from her face. “I met him on Earth.”

“It's a pleasure to meet you.” Calien replied, the suspicion never left his voice and eyes.

“You as well, sir.” Victor answered, recognizing Calien's hostility towards him.

He had no doubt the Mother Boxes were projecting themselves as her parents and Calien's hostility was them trying to keep Victor from pulling Calea away from them. A rustling to their left produced Calea's mother, and Victor was struck by how much mother and daughter looked alike.

“Look, love! I found a large cluster of Moon Bloss--?” Solea started, a smile on her gorgeous face, but stopped seeing Victor, her eyes darkening.

“Victor, I'm a friend of your daughter's.” Victor told her, knowing that would be next.

“Are you?” Solea replied, lifting a brow at him.

“Yes, ma'am.” He nodded, trying to be respectful, so nothing happened.

“Do you want to pick Moon Blossoms with us?” Calea asked, smiling up at Victor.

Victor licked his lips and looked between the three of them, calculating his options. “Sure.” He nodded, meeting Calea's excited eye.

“Excellent.” Calea grinned, bouncing on her toes, then took his hand and followed her mother to where she found the cluster of flowers, Calien following behind them.

“Mama!” A small voice rang out.

“Hey, buddy!” Calea called back, dropping to a knee and opening her arms to the little boy running head on for her.

“Nana found a bunch of flowers!” He said, hugging her arms around his mother's neck.

“Did she?” Calea chuckled, hugging him back.

“Do you think we could take some back to Daddy?” He asked, looking into her eyes.

“Of course!” She nodded, letting him go. “He'll love them.”

“Yay!” He cheered, then ran back off to pick the glowing flowers with his grandparents.

“Who is that?” Victor asked as Calea stood, brushing dirt off her skirt.

“That's Eric.” Calea replied, smiling proudly at the little boy, watching him and her parents bond over the flowers.

“Who's his father?”

Calea laughed and grinned up at Victor. “Did you hit your head?” She asked, amused and concerned for her friend. “He's Clark's.”

“And where is Clark?”

“Back on Earth, silly boy.” She chided him, shaking her head. “Eric and I are here visiting my parents. You know Clark, he worries about being too far away from Earth, Superman has to watch over the Earthlings.”

Victor glanced at Eric, Solea and Calien, seeing them distracted, then took a hold of Calea's hand, staring deep into her eyes. “Calea, this isn't real.”

“What are you talking about?” She chuckled, her smile slightly faltering as she looked up at him. “Of course this is real.”

“No, Calea.” Victor shook his head at her. “The Mother Boxes are trying to trick you into thinking this is real, while in reality, you're destroying the League and Earth.” He tried explaining and convincing her. “This is a dream, Calea. The Boxes are showing you want you want, not what is real.”

“They’re showing you your dream to have your parents alive again, to have a life and family with Clark.”

“But, we destroyed the Boxes, years ago.” She shook her head at him, dread filling her. “Everything was put to rights.”

“It's a lie.” Victor spread his arms out, motioning all around them. “This is a lie! Steppenwolf killed your parents, he decimated all of Selion and it's people, leaving only you. Your son, Eric isn't real either. Maybe one day he can be, but it's not this day.”

Calea squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head and trembling. “No.” She whimpered, gulping. “No.”

“Yes, Calea.” He nodded, shoulders slumping as he watched her start to crumble.

“Then, what are you doing here? Why are you here? How are you here?”

“I came to help you.” Victor replied, tilting his head at her. “With the power of the Boxes and the Unity Key combined together inside of you, you've become incredibly strong. You've outmatched everyone on the League and opened the portal between Earth and Apokolips. Darkseid and his army of Para-Demons are on their way, and the only way to stop them, is for you to pull out of this lie the Boxes are feeding you, to keep you controlled and doing their bidding, or they and you will kill everyone.”

“Including Clark.” He added as a last ditch effort push.

“Calea, are you alright, love?” Solea asked, approaching her and Victor.

“What did you say to me, before you sent me to Earth with the Mother Boxes?” Calea asked her, opening her eyes.

Solea smiled at her daughter. “You know what I said, Dove.”

“I don't remember.” Calea replied, shaking her head, brow creasing. “Remind me, mama.” She cooed at her mother, sweetly.

“I told you, I loved you and I would miss you.” Solea replied, reaching out to gently caress Calea's cheek.

Calea tilted her head into the touch, sighing gently. “It's funny.” She whispered softly.

“What is, dove?” Her father cooed, stepping up beside her mother, Eric hugging his grandfather's leg.

Calea looked deep into her mother's eyes, eyes that mirrored her own. “That you have so much access to my life, my past memories, my present and my future, but you couldn't dig out something so apparently vital, that I only now understand.” She said, her eyes started to glow.

“'You are the bridge.'” She quoted the last words her mother ever said to her. “That is what she said to me, before I left, and I am the bridge, between Selians, Kryptonians and Humans, a bridge across the universes.”

“What has he poisoned your mind with?” Calien hissed, looking to Victor.

“The truth.” Victor replied, turning to face them.

Calea pressed her arms to her sides, wrists bent and palms facing the ground of grass and glowing Moon Blossoms. “I am done.” She hissed, bolts of electricity crackling up her arms, flashing between her fingers, her eyes glowing brighter than the flowers at her feet.

“Calea, honey?” Solea called to her, but her mother's voice was no longer her own, it was foreign and alien.

“I am tired of people telling me what I have to do, what I should do. What I can and should or shouldn't be. My whole life.” She growled, static filled the area around them, making the hairs on everyone's bodies stand on end.

“Not. Any. More!” Calea barked, as a massive surge of electricity and lightning pooled out of her palms and into the ground, electrocuting everything around her, the world around her blurred, like a pixelated glitch on a screen, everything, but Calea and Victor, the two real things in the simulation the Boxes had created around them.

“Look!” Barry called out, pointing to Calea and Victor.

Everyone looked to them, seeing the pulsing currents weave around Calea's body and affecting Victor's, the inky blackness of her eyes slowly changed into the bright blue color of her mighty power that resided inside of her.

“She's gonna blow.” Barry gulped, watching the tentacles of electricity surged out from her feet and across the ground to vanish.

Calea screamed out, a blue rippling wave rocketing out from her body, knocking the team and Steppenwolf backwards, before dropping to her knees, breathing heavily. Calea blinked several times, trying to clear her vision and shook her head, her mind felt like it was wrapped in thick cotton that had been statically charged. Her body was numb and tingly, but she could feel everything around her, hyper aware of the way everyone was breathing, their hearts beating like drums in her ears and against her skin, the chilly air, the smell of energy and lingering radiation in the air, the scent of blood, sweat and strong emotions plugging up her sinuses.

Coughing and clearing her throat, she stood, her equilibrium tilting and swaying as she accumulated and returned to normal, no longer under the control of the Mother Boxes, she was now in control of them. Creaking her neck and flexing her shoulders, Calea turned her attention to Steppenwolf as she pushed himself back up to his own feet.

“Steppenwolf.” She hissed, teeth bared at him.

“Impossible.” He hissed back, looking her over.

“Nothing is impossible with the Unity.” She replied, grinning at him, feeling the jitters of adrenaline and power course through her body, enjoying the rush it gave her. “I've waited five thousand years for this moment to happen.” She panted, licking her lips.

“And I'm going to enjoy it.” She laughed, the sound echoing, as she blinked across the gap between them, using the velocity to give weight to her punch as her knuckles connected to his face, sending him through the wall of the nuclear tower.

“Calea!” Clark shouted as she followed after him.

She looked towards Clark and grinned at him, then continued on, stalking after Steppenwolf. Bounding through the opening his body made, she found him still laying on the ground and grabbed his foot, spinning quickly on her heels and let him go, throwing him back through the tower wall, a section of it crumbling in his wake. As Steppenwolf fell from her last throw, Calea suddenly appeared above him, driving her feet down into his chest, causing him to slam into the ground and leave a massive crater around his landing.

“Jesus.” Bruce gasped, mouth hanging open. “She's almost, if not even stronger, than you now, Clark.” He commented, looking at his friend.

Clark half smiled at him and Calea, mesmerise by her new show of force and strength against Steppenwolf and Darkseid.

Jumping into the crater, Calea grabbed Steppenwolf and jumped up to the now unstable walkway where the portal to Apokolips was. Looking at each other, the League scrambled into joining her. Darkseid, DeSaad and all of their minions stared back at them. Calea tossed Steppenwolf down and looked straight into Darkseid's eyes.

“Darkseid!” She roared, pressing her foot down on Steppenwolf's ankle, keeping him in place and making him howl in pain. “Destroyer and Conqueror of worlds across the Universe.” She called out to him.

“Uxas.”

Darkseid growled, turning his glowing orange eyes on Calea, acknowledging her. “Selian.” His voice echoed back through the portal.

“Your uncle, your General and herald.” She applied even more pressure to Steppenwolf's ankle, the crunch of bone echoing in the air. “Your greatest betrayer, has failed you once again; once and for all.” She sneered down at Steppenwolf with deep disgust, bending down and picking him up by the metal fingers of his armor.

“Your stay on this plant has reached its end, Steppenwolf.” She hissed at him, seeing the League move restlessly from the corners of her eyes.

Smirking, Calea shoved Steppenwolf away, throwing him backwards towards the portal as Diana drew her sword from behind her and jumped into the air, letting out an Amazonian cry, before letting her sword slice through his outstretched neck, like a knife through butter. Steppenwolf's body fell to the floor and slid across the platform, stopping just short of the portal, while his head, his face permanently in an expression of shocked disbelief, kept going, crossing through the portal and skidding to a stop before Darkseid, who stopped it with his foot, crushing it under his mighty boot.

“Your attempt on this planet is null and void, Darkseid.” Calea told him, the League stepping up behind her, showing their support in her words and Earth. “You will never conquer Earth, so long as any, and all of us, live.” She told him, pushing her hands out in front of her, the portal blinking and wavering as she did.

“We will see, little Selian.” Darkseid rasped, just as Calea clapped her hands together and the portal collapsed, breaking the connection between Earth and Apokolips, for good.

Clark quickly wrapped his arms around Calea's waist as her knees wobbled and she started to go limp. “Are you all right?” He panted into her ear, chin resting on her shoulder as he hugged her against his chest.

“I'm fine.” She sighed back, head resting back against his chest. “Just spent a lot of energy.”

“That was fantastic, I mean...wow!” Barry giggled, glancing around, thrilled by the excitement and relieved that it was all over and everyone was alive. “You scared us. I literally thought you were going to erase us, like it was the Matrix or something.” He chattered, goodheartedly.

Bruce let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head and smirking. “Is this over?” He asked, looking to Calea.

“It's over.” She nodded, supporting herself now, but Clark's arm remained around her waist. “Unless Darkseid uses the old ways and commands his armada of ships to come traverse across the universe to knock on Earth's atmosphere.” She mostly quipped, but her voice held an edge of concern and worry that he would.

“Let's not think of that now.” Diana said, wiping Steppenwolf's blood off her sword's blade. “For now, we have a victory and should enjoy it.”

“I agree.” Arthur replied, then trained his eyes on Calea. “You broke my mother's Trident.” He informed her, holding up the two pieces.

“I am so sorry.” Calea frowned, surprised at her unruly behavior and hurt, that she had allowed the Boxes to take such control over her. “If there's any way I can repay the slight..”

“You paid for it already.” Arthur replied, glancing over at Steppenwolf's headless body.

“But, what about the Mother Boxes?” Barry asked, holding up a finger. “Where are they?”

“In me.” Calea replied. “They, the Father Box and Unity Key will reside inside of me.”

“Is that safe?” Bruce frowned, shaking his head.

“I'm one of the only people that can control and maintain their power.” She told them, flat out. “Other than Victor.” She turned to him, resting her hand on his arm. “Thank you.” She whispered softly. “Thank you, for righting me and showing me the truth.”

“What truth?” Clark frowned, blinking at her.

Calea touched his cheek with a trembling hand. “Don't worry about it.” She whispered, pushing up on her sore toes and kissed him, gently. “Everything is all right now, and that's what matters.” She told him, squeezing his bicep.

“I think Calea is right.” Diana spoke up. “It is clear that with the boxes as physical forms it's too risky and tempting for those seeking their power. If Calea can safely maintain and command them as she is now, then it's for the best.”

“We clearly saw what she can do, when she's controlling them.” Victor added, looking around with a lifted brow. “I think anyone would be mad if they tried taking her on.”

“Anyone is crazy for trying to take her on, with or without the Boxes.” Ryder's soft voice added behind them.

“We all would know that now.” Arthur laughed, feeling a sore spot on his back.

“What are you doing here?” Calea asked, surprised to see Ryder decided to fight among the League after the initial regret of introducing her to the others in the first place.

“You think I would pass up the opportunity to get in a good old fashioned fight?” He chucked at her. “Not in a million years. Besides, I am a member of this world, have been as long as you have. So, what about Steppenwolf's body?” Ryder asked, surveying it.

Taking a deep breath, Clark let Calea go and approached the body, his eyes slowly glowing a bright, cherry red, before letting out two laser beams into Steppenwolf's disfigured body, setting it on fire. Within seconds, there was nothing left of Steppenwolf's body, but a black charred spot on the concrete walkway.

“Well, that solves that problem.” Ryder commented, chuckling as he looked around the group. “Do we have any other reason to be here?” He asked, meeting everyone's eyes.

“No.” Clark shook his head, looking around at the group too.

“Back to the Hall?” Barry asked, biting his lip.

“Yes.” Bruce nodded, feeling the soreness of battle creeping into his body.

With that, the aching and exhausted members of the League set about getting back to the Hall the best way they could and focused on healing and recovering from the third battle and war for Earth.

It was almost a month after the battle and most things had returned to normal.

Barry got a job, with the help and connections of Bruce, in a crime lab; it was a low position, but it would hopefully become something more as time passed and he gained experience and a reputation in the field.

Diana returned to her job as a museum curator at the Louvre, in Paris.

Bruce returned to his nightly crime fighting as Batman in Gotham and running his various businesses.

Victor worked on becoming more comfortable about what he had been turned into after the accident that had technically killed him and had actually took his mother's life, helping people in various ways, and even accepted a job in Star Labs.

Arthur went back to being a, supposed, lone wolf, but helped people that were in danger at sea and on land. He was even able to have his mother's trident fixed back in Atlantis, Vulko have his tricks and Atlantean Technology.

Clark returned to the Daily Planet, working on his journalism and stories for the paper, Perry mostly assigning him to sports related articles, much to his chagrin and annoyance, while still being the glorious and loved Superman; saving people from burning buildings, floods, earthquakes and every other manners of danger.

As for Calea, with the help of Bruce and his money and influence, became a World History Professor at Metropolis University, while she also worked on getting a proper History degree, being both the teacher and the student. Luckily, Calea had five thousand years of historical knowledge, knowing things not even the absolute best scholars knew about various events that happened on Earth and in the Human's timeline.

Even Ryder got a job, working in Wayne Electronics, helping Bruce and his company create and maintain their current technology and come up with new ones, showing them many of the technological wonders of alien advancement.

Each of the members of the Justice League made sure to carry a small beeper-like device on them, so in a moment's notice, they could come together and face whatever it was, usually being set off by Alfred, who was always watchful. But, the biggest turn of events and development happened in the middle of the night in Clark and Calea's new apartment that they had found in Central Metropolis, close to both the university and the Daily Planet.

It was a quite night in Metropolis, minus the noise of the traffic on the street below their bedroom window, but Clark and Calea had long learned how to ignore such things. They were spooned together under the light blankets of their bed, when suddenly, in the still quiet of their room, a thump sounded.

At first, neither of them acknowledged the sound, figuring it to be something on the street below or the neighbor to the side of them. But, when it came again, stronger and more steady, Clark stirred from his sleep, blue eyes searching for a moment, then felt it against the palm of his hand, becoming steady, strong and rhythmic. Calea's eyes popped open, finally recognizing the sound for what it was and turned onto her back; Clark's palm glued to her lean stomach.

“Clark?” She whispered softly, not wanting to drown out the sound with her voice.

“Calea.” He smiled back, an excited giddiness filling him with each strong beat of the tiny thing nestled inside of her. “A baby.” He whispered, shifting and laying his head on her stomach, his eyes closing.

“Our baby.”

“Our baby.” Calea cooed back, stroking his hair and closing her own eyes, listening to the almost synced beats of all three of their hearts together, in their dark and peaceful sanctuary. “Our son.”

Clark turned his head, keeping an ear on her stomach. “You think, we'll have a boy?” He asked, grinning like mad, already thrilled about the idea of being a father.

“I know we'll have a boy.” She replied, caressing the side of his face. “I've seen it so many times over the last several months. Between my dreams and the Boxes...”

“You've seen this?” He asked, his brow creasing.

“I did.” She nodded, touching the pad of her index and middle fingers to his creased brow, caressing it smooth again. “I didn't say anything, because it didn't necessarily mean it'll happen. I saw a lot of things in those moments that haven't and didn't happen.”

“Why did you never tell me?” Clark pressed, concerned.

“I didn't want to worry you about such nonsense, Clark.” She told him, honestly, her own brow creasing. “You worry about me too much already.”

“Well, apparently this isn't nonsense, Calea.” He replied, turning his head and kissing her belly.

“No.” She sighed, smiling and chuckling softly. “He certainly is not.”

“What else about him did you see?” Clark asked, curiously.

“He looks just like you.” She told him, bring up the image of the little boy. “We named him, Eric Jonathan.”

Clark smiled, warmed at the tribute to his adoptive father. “I like it.” He whispered, eyes gently closing, lulled by the sound of their hearts.

Both of them fell asleep like that, Clark's head pillowed on Calea's stomach, her hand still in his soft curls, thumb stroking them mindlessly, and eight and a half months later, Calea birthed their beautiful baby boy.

“You certainly have some strong seed.” Arthur quipped as she and Clark took their newborn to the Hall of Justice to meet everybody. “Getting her pregnant the very first shot.”

“It helps, when my womb certainly doesn't have any Kryptonite in it.” Calea gibed back at him, gently bouncing the baby in her arms as he fussed. “Clark and I are the bridge between our worlds and this one, and our son is the first to cross it.” She said, staring into Eric's sweet face.

“Hopefully, there will be more.” Clark replied, kissing Calea's cheek and resting a gentle hand on Eric, hinting at more than one thing.

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ukiyo-jaem · 4 years

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Aced. pt.2 (n.jm)

⇁warnings: smut (duh), roughness, power play, Dom!jaemin, fem!reader

⇁have fun ;)

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it was like torture waiting for the next session with jaemin. nights filled with lewd dreams and the craving for things to tip off like they should have.

yet, today was the day. you had taken another test and got it back, with an 'A' stamped at the head of the page. you sat at your desk, legs shaking with anticipation.

you straightened your papers last minute and sat in silence for him to walk in any moment now and to show him how well you did all by yourself.

you peered at the clock and frowned. he was always on time...and he was running late today.

your phone as if on cue buzzed on the smooth top of your desk.

'jae: can't make it today. hope you understand.'

it felt like your breath was funneled out of you all at once.

'y/n: are you okay?'

'jae: yeah, i just had a rough day. didn't wanna drag you down with my sour mood.'

you groaned and set your phone down roughly. "this isn't fair." you muttered. bullshit if he's in a bad mood. you were still feeling the consequences of cheating on the last test.

"no. i'm not waiting." you said standing up and grabbing your bag and sweatshirt. "he wants to be in a bad mood? guess i'll just have to brighten his day." you said as you walked out your bedroom door, aced test in hand.

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you'd only been to his house a couple of times. most were for studying sessions, sometimes it was for mutual friends picking something up.

this time, you were coming here for yourself. to show him your test...and hopefully it turns into something more.

his front door seemed thick and filled with such a dense feeling of bad riddance.

it opened a few seconds later to a sleepy looking jae. his sweatpants and t-shirt made him look comfy as he stared at you in confusion. a silver chain you hadn't noticed before hanging outside of his shirt but fitting his aesthetic. Ink leaked from his short sleeves that had always been covered up with a hoodie or cardigan.

"i said-" "i know what you said." you cut him off, your hand coming infront of his mouth to make him be quiet. "but i'm here to show you this." you turned the paper around and he just stared at it.

he shrugged as he looked up at you. "yeah?" his voice was laced with an attitude you'd never experience before with him.

you looked down at the paper to make sure it was the right one...and it was...A and all.

"i got an A...like on my test." you said, your smile slowly falling. "it's not rare to ace a test, y/n." his eyes rolled, looking down the street, his gaze slowly falling back on you again.

"but-" your test was now being raked over and over again, trying to find an imperfection on it. "what? you payed attention for once?," he chuckled, his arms now over his chest. you looked up at him, eyes becoming misty. "want a cookie?" he snickered, the venom of sarcasm dripping from every word that left his lips. your heart sank as your insecurities seeped through as the seconds ticked away.

the want to just crawl into a hole and throw away the test into the garbage can became unbearable. your eyes became misty in the span of a second.

"i just thought you'd care." you shook your head, a tear falling on your paper and making the dried black ink smear into a bluish mess. your stare didn't leave the paper as he realized what he had done.

"i-" but it was too late...you had already ripped your test in half. you stood there for a moment and just stared at the two pieces of paper in your hands, his eyes wide and in shock of what you had just done.

"...i care..." he whispered, taking both pieces out of your hands. you met his gaze that held so much remorse for his previous actions.

his jaw clenched and his eyes closed as he took a deep breath in. "we can fix this." he said grabbing your upper arm in one hand and holding the paper in his other. he dragged you inside the homely house and down hallways to a bedroom door that was marked with 'keep out' signs.

he pulled you into a world you didn't know he was apart of. cigarette smells filled the room and various things you had never seen before laid in his room. tattoo gun was the weirdest thing you had wandered over with your eyes.

"woah." you breathed and he rolled his eyes.

"why does everybody do that?" he asked grabbing your bag and throwing it by the door. "sit on the bed." he said motioning over to the bed.

he went over to his desk and put the pieces of paper together. work began immediately as he didn't even waste any time lighting a cigarette and leaving it hanging from his lips.

it was so weird seeing him in this environment. you just knew him as the dorky yet hot guy that you saw at varying times. yet in his own room he was a guy with tattoos who smoked, listened to music, and read.

"how long have you smoked?" you try to make casual conversation. his gaze looked confused as he looked back at you for a moment, turning right back around to what he was doing.

"you shouldn't be asking people stupid questions, baby." the name rolled off his lips so smoothly and so elegantly.

"just curious." the shrug of your shoulders happening naturally. you observed some of the different posters on his wall.

the soft guitar playing in the background as you could see jaemin bop his head along with it. the puffs of smoke would come up anywhere between 6 to 8 seconds.

"did you cheat this time?" he asked and you rolled your eyes even though you know he couldn't see. "no. as a matter of fact." you said matter-of-factly.

"so what was so different about this test than the others?" he inquired as he took tape out of his drawer, slamming the drawer back.

"i don't know. maybe our tutoring sessions are working?" that was your best answer as you brought your legs to fold so you were sitting criss-cross.

his chuckle breaking the silence as he turned around his chair.

"so what was so different about the past tutoring sessions and the new ones?" he asked, taking his cigarette and tapping it on an ash tray.

a sudden cough broke through your chest as the still recent memories resurfaced. his sat there with a devilish smirk plastered on his face.

"well," you sighed once you regained your breath. "it's been really...hands on...lately." you nodded, trying to word it properly.

"in what way?" his eyebrow arched. your body sat like a deer caught in head lights. "...i'm not going to say it, jaemin..." you said quietly.

"awe are you shy now?" he mocked, fake sympathy slipping in and out of his words.

"no."

"awe you're blushing." he coo'ed.

"no i'm not."

"well you weren't that shy when my tongue was on your pussy last week." he said and your heart started beating faster and your fight or flight was kicking in.

he was getting more impatient with you sitting on his bed when he imagined you tied to it.

"did you like it?" he smirked and just like that, you were trying to run out of his room. yet, he was just a little bit faster than you.

instead of running through the door, you were pinned against it. his hungry looking eyes trying to find pleasure in just looking at your cute form.

"you didn't answer my question, princess." you were getting drawn into his words by each syllable. your eyes were just looking at his lips now, wanting to take everything they were willing to give.

"and by the aced test on my desk...you're amazing at answering questions." he whispered.

by the second, each of you were moving closer to each other. lips moving closer together when at the last minute, he pulls away.

"so yeah...your test is fixed." he walked over to his desk and held it up.

"what the hell was that?!" you asked, still shocked of what just happened. "what are you talking about?" he rolled his eyes and you were steaming now. he was seriously not doing that.

you marched right up to him and grabbed his face forcefully. "you know exactly what you're doing, jaemin." you said and his eyes only grew colder at your forceful grip on his face.

once you were shocked back to reality, your hand loosened and a shocked face set into your own.

you didn't skip a beat though as you were now on your knees.

he watched with eager eyes but relaxed figure. "payback is a bitch." you said and automatically started rubbing at the growing hard-on in his pants.

a sharp intake of breath was paired with his hand coming down to your hand. "i don't think you know what you're doing, little girl." his voice had dropped a couple octaves from his previous spoken sentence.

"i think i know exactly what i am doing." you shoved his hand off and reached for the waistband of his sweatpants.

he watched your actions with a smirk, letting you have your fun...for now.

he watched as your eyes bulged and filled with lust at his size, knowing you weren't entirely prepared for it. the lack of experience showing as you uneasily grabbed the base.

yet, you went for it. he wanted to applaud your bravery as you started sucking lightly at the tip, inching your mouth down.

your tongue came out to lick him right up his shaft, a low moan escaping his now bitten lips. you got sloppier with it, letting the drool coat your lips and his now red and swollen cock.

"i've been such a good girl for the past week." you coo'd as you licked a bold stripe up the underside of his leaking cock. "is that so, princess?" he chuckled and your nods and lip biting along with the occasional giggles sent him over the edge.

his hand grabbed your hair and his fingers grabbed a fistful as if it was a prized position. the burning pleasure made your body more flushed. "because last time i checked... it's not so good to show up to someone's house uninvited." your eyes became big and his mind you just seemed so much more fuckable.

"what did you say earlier?" he asked leaning forward and grabbing your face. "karma is a bitch, baby. and you're in my house." he smirked. "my house. my rules." he whispered, getting closer to your now slightly intimidated figure.

"open your mouth and take what i give you." you didn't think twice as he squished your face harder so your mouth was open. he spit in your mouth, automatically shoving you back down on his cock.

his hand stayed in your hair, guiding you up and down his cock. "oh fuck. you're so much cuter with my cock in your mouth." he chuckled, forcing your mouth down so he was all in your mouth and throat.

gags was what you and him were met with.

he pulled your head off of him and pulled your hair so you were face to face with him. tear-streaked cheeks was such a pretty look on you.

you gasped for air with heavy breaths; chest heaving and knees sore from being on them for so long. his hand left your hair and made its way to your neck, slightly squeezing once it was wrapped around.

"you're so beautiful, princess." he whispered, wiping away some tears from your cheeks, his thumb running across your bottom lip. you wrapped your puffy and drooly lips around his thumb, sucking lightly while his eyes bore into yours.

"you make me want to do bad things, y/n." he sighed truthfully; his bitten lips being snatched in between his teeth. you let his thumb go with a 'pop' and nuzzled your cheek into his palm.

"then do something about it." you teased and stood up and started to turn away when you were forcefully picked up and pinned to his bed. you could feel his length pressed against your now soaked panties.

"you know the correct buttons to push to piss me off, don't you." he pressed you down more into the mattress. you felt his hand come up and wrap around your throat snuggly. "harder." you giggled and you could basically feel the heat of anger radiate off of him.

he pushed himself off of your back and all you felt was your skirt being lifted up and a rip.

a gasp was all that you could get out before he rammed into your dripping hole. "fuck, princess." he groaned. "you're so tight for me." his one arm still pinned you against the bed as the sound of skin slapping echoed. a smooth beat being distributed by the speaker on his dresser.

you let him use your body as it only brought you pleasure. he let you up just so he could flip you on your back and carry you up the bed more to the pillows. he thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world; your hair fanned out across his pillows where your scent would drift him to sleep in the upcoming nights.

his hands got lost up your shirt, pulling your arms through and bringing the cloth off your head; the white fabric now somewhere in the room. his own was lost somewhere in the process of the beginning to now.

he guided your arms around his torso and just held you against his chest for a moment. his touch was gentle as he pulled your hair back softly and titled your head so you were looking up at him and laid the most gentlest of kisses against your lips. the kiss was absolutely breathtaking.

"we're gonna do this right the first time." he said and pushed you a little so both of you laying down. his kiss was draining you of all life and throwing you into this dazed and lovely second heaven it felt like.

he was slow and sensual now, pumping into you in a way that made you become calm and wanting more. his hands just felt every part of your body, making you fall deeper into this trance.

your hands were now entangled in his hair as he did everything he could to bring you even more pleasure as the minutes ticked by.

you were his own drug he tried and just can't get enough of.

"please don't stop." you whimpered against his lips and he swore he was in heaven in that moment. he made you go numb, stars dancing across your eyelids and heat fanned across your cheeks; eyes wet with immense amount of pleasure.

jae just looked at you in awe as you came undone around him. his own high not coming long after yours.

after you both finished; chests still heaving as you both tried to calm down.

he pulled out of you but your arms held onto him, holding his head under your chin.

you felt his heart slow as he became limp. you held him as his breath slowed and you knew he had dozed off. he instinctively held onto your waist as you pulled the sheets over both of your bodies.

the sun had begun to set outside of his window as your hands ran through his damp and still drying hair.

you knew that this was going to be a regular thing now. you just hope that his feelings are still there for you behind the wall of lust.

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bearkkyou · 3 years

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Take your boyfriend to work day

Alright, another degenerate pico x bf post down. I’ve got some angst brewing on the way, so look forward to it, or don’t. Slight NSFW implication, there’s nothing explicitly mentioned, but it’s implied. Italics are thoughts. This one is 2493 words total. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Alright babe, I’m gonna head out now.” Pico calls from the living room, as he grabs his keys. “Hold on, wait a sec!” Boyfriend comes running over from the kitchen, and hugs Pico from behind. “Stay safe, ok?” He hugged Pico tightly, snuggling into him a bit before letting him go. “Aww, are you worried about me? That’s adorable.” Pico gave him a smug look as he turned around and hugged Boyfriend properly, planting a kiss on his forehead, which made Boyfriend smile in a bashful way. “I just don’t want you to get hurt, you know this! Hmph.” Boyfriend lets go of Pico, and turns around, acting upset, when in reality he’s just trying to act tough like Pico. Boyfriend doesn’t like watching him leave the house, knowing that he’s putting his life in harms way just because he wants to, and he can. It doesn’t sit right with him, but, if it makes Pico happy, he doesn’t want to put a stop to it. “I’ll be fine, you know this.” Pico puts his hands on Boyfriend’s shoulders and turns him around while giving him a small, but warm smile, as he pulls him into another hug. “You promise, right?” He looks up at Pico, a worried look on his face, that was soon turned into a soft gaze as he stared deep into Pico’s eyes. “ Of course, babe. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be fine. And if I do end up hurt, I’ll patch myself up to save you the worry, ok?” Pico gazed back at him and bent down just a bit to plant a soft kiss on his lover’s lips before pulling back to plant one more on his forehead. This made Boyfriend blush, as he nodded softly. Pico grabbed his guns and slipped them into his back pockets as he made his way out the door, waving a final “goodbye”, before he took off. This left Boyfriend all alone in the house, bored as always. He went back to the kitchen to grab a can of Monster, and cracked it open before sitting at Pico’s desk. As he turned to use the laptop sitting there, he started pondering. “What even is his job, anyway?” He understood that it was rather dirty work, mostly involving the killing of others, but what exactly was it? How was it done, and most importantly, why? Boyfriend knew he wasn’t exactly going to get answers, as Pico rarely talks about his jobs. Most of the time when Pico comes home, he hits the shower, Boyfriend patches him up and then they cuddle and watch tv until they both fall asleep. But this left Boyfriend wondering, and he was wondering hard. He just wanted to see what it was like, at least once, just to know what exactly is it that his lover does. As he sat there, Boyfriend imagined what Pico would look like in the current moment: he though Pico looked like some sort of secret spy, stalking the enemy from afar, taking quick and calculated shots to not alert the others, doing his job efficiently. The thought stuck with him, and it left him starstruck. To imagine his amazing boyfriend in a life-or-death situation where he just overpowers the enemy in their totality, it shook him to his core, and a warm sensation overcame him. He wanted to see Pico in action. He needed to see with his own eyes what Pico looked like, what was his expression like, what his tactics were, Boyfriend wanted to see all of it. He wanted that experience for himself. And with his mind fully collected, he threw on his sneakers and headed off on a mission to find and watch Pico from afar. He was confident that just watching him would be fine, and once he had his fill he would quickly head home to not cause Pico any problems. “I’ll be fine!” He thought, his overconfidence shining in the dark. “And if anything happens, I know Pico will protect me.” Boyfriend put all his faith into his lover, knowing that Pico would always prioritize him over anything. Boyfriend had no problem leaving his life in Pico’s hands, and it shows.

He set off on a mission to find his lover, no matter how long it took. Thinking back to the small details Pico had mentioned, Boyfriend could make a mental map of how far away his lover was, and he set off on foot, knowing that a 20-minute run would do him well to burn off the can of Monster he vigorously chugged down before leaving. He ran through alleyways, behind colorful, flashy buildings, and around desolate areas until he heard gunshots from far away, recognizing the sound instantly. “It’s Pico!” After listening to Pico fire his gun so many times in previous situations, he’s come to memorize the sound for his own benefit, in case if something were to happen. Running towards the harsh sounds, he turned ‘round the corner of a rather tall building as numerous neon signs shone their light down the long street, illuminating the silhouette of various figures. This was it. Boyfriend had found where Pico was. Now all he had to do was find Pico himself, which was a rather easy task, as he could be heard from afar but not seen. Boyfriend assumed that his thoughts were wrong, and that Pico prefers being the center of attention rather than shooting from the sidelines, but it didn’t matter to him, if anything, it made Boyfriend even more excited to be there, knowing that he would be able to watch his lover at full power. He snuck around some of the cars that were parked along the street, getting closer and closer with each step, making sure to stay as hidden as possible. He peaked over one of the cars to try and get a peak of what Pico was doing, and what he saw made his face flush, and he shuddered at the sight: Pico was fighting 3 people at once, throwing calculated punches left and right, seeming to read his enemies like books. Once one person was knocked down, he grabbed his Uzi from his back pocket and began to shoot at the other two. He took a deep breath for a second and allowed the others to come charging at him. Dodging a punch, he shot the offender, but after he turned Pico got kicked in the back, and was knocked to the floor, but he held onto his gun tight, and shot forward at the crowd that had soon surrounded him. Pico continued his onslaught of targets, still getting hurt in the process, although he kept the promise he made to Boyfriend fresh in his mind, and tried his best to avoid more lethal harm. As Boyfriend watched in awe, he felt the urge to cheer his lover on. He knew that he would be caught if he did, but he wanted to so badly, even if it meant risking his life. He wasn’t scared, if anything, he knew Pico would immediately save him if harm came too close. As Boyfriend contained himself, he continued to watch, his urge to cheer continuing it’s buildup as Pico overpowered the enemy with swift, merciless movements. Boyfriend said he would leave when he’s had a fill of Pico’s action, but if anything watching him fight in person only makes him want to watch more and more, and in a moment of pure adoration, Boyfriend lost himself and sang at the top of his lungs. “Go Pico! Yeah yeah, go Pico!” And as Boyfriend sang, Pico was caught off guard, and punched in the face, being knocked back onto the floor and dropping the guns he had on hand. Before he could get up, his enemies started moving towards Boyfriend, watching him stand atop the car he was previously hiding behind, singing his heart out, cheering his lover on. Boyfriend seemed fearless, and while Pico admired his lover for that, he was concerned more about his safety, so in a moment of desperation he jumped off the floor and grabbed the guns he dropped, making a break for his lover, shooting the crowd that formed around him as he tackled his boyfriend off the car, making sure to hold his head to not harm him. “What the fuck are you doing here, babe?!” He questioned, panicked as he grabbed his lover’s hand and ran as quickly as possible. Pico would’ve been running faster had Boyfriend not been dragging his feet, but he tried to not pay any mind to it as he looked back, watching the last few unharmed targets open a case and pull out various guns from them. Shit was about to go down, and Pico was concerned about Boyfriend’s presence so he ran far and turned into a tight alleyway, pinning his lover close against the wall to make sure they weren’t going to be seen. “What the fuck, Boyfriend…?! Are you trying to get yourself killed? Haven’t I told you to stay at home, you’re gonna get hurt, what were you thinking?!” Pico started rambling in a hushed voice, sweat running down his face as he panicked, trying to think of a way to hide his lover from harms way. But on the other hand, Boyfriend wasn’t paying attention to what Pico was saying at all, and he was rather focused on how tightly he was pinned to the wall, how hot Pico’s breath was against the side of his face, how his clothes were bloodstained and sweaty, and how hot his boyfriend looked when he was in the zone. When Pico realized that Boyfriend wasn’t paying attention to anything, he forced Boyfriend to look up at him by tilting his head up and staring him down with a seriously concerned look, that turned slightly confused when he looked at Boyfriend’s wildly clouded, starstruck expression. “Hey, are you even listening to me…?!” “…You’re funking hot when you’re killing people, you know that, right?” That’s all he could muster as his thoughts were focused elsewhere, thinking about other scenarios that he and Pico could be caught up in. Pico was confused. Panicked and confused. “Wh… What the fuck is wrong with him?! Doesn’t he know that we can die at any second?! Why is he so fucking amused by this?” “That’s not the point, babe! What the hell are you doing here? You’re gonna get yourself into deep waters if you stay here!” Pico was trying to act as serious as possible, despite his lovers current state. “Aw, Pico… I just wanted to see what you were like while you were working! I got so curious as to how it was, and what you did. What you looked like… How you acted…” Boyfriend’s voice trailed off as he started staring at Pico in inappropriate places in an obvious manner, which made Pico focus on Boyfriend even more. “Hey, hey, hey, not now, ok? Let’s at least get home first, I wouldn’t want to die while getting a sloppy toppy.” Pico gave his lover a smug smile, and in return Boyfriend flushed entirely, not expecting that for a response, yet accepting it wholeheartedly, nodding furiously. Pico led Boyfriend to a blind spot in the alleyway and sat him there. “If it’s a show you want, a show is what you’ll get, love. Just don’t peak your head out too far, yeah?” Pico winked and Boyfriend just melted in his spot, the warmness in his body escalating visibly, which Pico caught wind of, only giving him more reasons to tease his lover with his killing expertise. Pico walked out into the middle of the alleyway to finish the job, making sure to look back every few seconds to make sure Boyfriend was watching, not hesitating to show off for his lover’s entertainment. Trick shots and swift hits were all that Pico to finish the job, for now, at least. He knew reinforcements would be arriving soon, and he was a bit more hurt than he would like to be, but that wasn’t stopping him from entertaining Boyfriend. “So, how was that for a show?” Pico went over to Boyfriend to pick him up and urge him out of the alleyway, trying to get out as quickly as possible. He was bloody everywhere, most of it not his, but bloody, regardless. “You…” Boyfriend wiped the blood off Pico’s face, with the back of his hand. “You look really hot with blood coming out of your nose…” Boyfriend tried to match Pico’s pace, but to no avail as he was too focused on Pico’s appearance and what he just witnessed to move his feet correctly. “Heh, glad you think so, babe. Try and pick it up though, there are a few more people coming and I don’t want you getting hurt. We’re almost there, ok?” “Almost where?” Boyfriend asked confused, as he started moving his feet properly. In the distance he could see something that looks like a bike, but he wasn’t 100% sure what it was. “My motorcycle. We’re getting the fuck out of here.” Pico looked back lustfully at Boyfriend, which made him immediately start running the right way. Once they were by the cycle, Pico quickly handed his helmet to Boyfriend and got on, turning on the motor, and revving the engine. “Hold on tight, it’s gonna be a tricky ride.” As they took off, the last few recruits came after them, which made Pico turn the bike around, but he never stopped driving. If anything, he was going faster than before, and with the last reload of ammo he had, he took down the last few enemies. Boyfriend held onto Pico’s waist tightly, the adrenaline rush in him overflowed and he felt ecstatic to be able to witness his lover’s daily deeds. As Pico turned the bike around once more, the tires screeched loudly, only to abruptly stop, and continue on the way home. Pico popped a wheelie or two on the way, only to add to his lover’s adornment.

When they arrived home, Pico parked his bike in the front yard, and Boyfriend put the helmet he was wearing back in it’s place. Pico smiled at him mischievously, and as they walked through the front door of the house, he quickly locked the door before allowing Boyfriend to throw himself onto him. Kissing and stripping down, to nothing, they decided that it would be best to hit the shower first before doing anything too extreme. Pico decided that the best time to get a sloppy toppy was when he was clean and patched up. In reality, he was just teasing Boyfriend, making him wait for the better part of the night, but Pico made sure that the wait was worthwhile, and that it would be quite some time before Boyfriend decided to follow Pico to work again.

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Breeding A Human Chapter Two

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Its a few weeks since Kal has claimed you and ...He might be more unstable then you first thought. But your learning to navigate him but your question now is what does it mean to be mated by a kryptonian? And better yet can you reverse it?

Warnings: Adult Situations 18+,Swearing ,Manipulative Behavior,Yandere,Non Con WHEN I SAY NON CON I MEAN NON CON DON'T LIKE IT DON'T FUCKING READ IT STOP READING SHIT YOU DON'T LIKE!!, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Forced Pregnancy, Angst, Spanking, Threatening Behavior, Threats of Violence

A/N: So found this hard to write....well I couldn't write it in one go had to take a few breathers whether that’s good of bad I'm not sure, was a bit of a bugger to keep the mad yandere theme going but I hope I succeeded xx

Taglist: @thatdamncutegirl @sofiebstar @iloveyouyen @thefangirlsblog @lux-ravenwolf @thatgirly81

You sat down on the floor in the living room against the wall hidden, things are...Hard. Your neighbor who spotted you and Kal the other week had told your other neighbors and friends who told their friends who told their friends and on and on. There had been small snippets in the news and media about superman possibly having a lover but everything was still rumor and speculation...Well it was until yesterday someone must have got access to the police report of the incident at the house. Because yesterday your face was plastered all over the papers and this morning you awoke to reporters pounding on your door at seven am each hounding you for the scoop wanting an interview with 'Supermans woman'. You wasn't sure why but it seemed Kal had all but abandoned you to deal with it, probably wanting to see if youd say something to them; tell them the truth it was a test. You wont, you cant the retribution and backlash wouldn't be worth it, you didn't want to imagine Kals reaction...He would flip his shit....Again your not sure you would survive superman's displeasure again as his 'mate' your corrections were of a very specific nature.

So here you were alone hiding in your own home with your wooden blinds shut tight trying to ignore the crowd of people outside snapping photos of your home and calling for you to come out and chat. The papers yesterday had all plastered a photo taken of you both when he saved you from the water all those months ago. The headlines all along the same lines of 'confimred Superman's human lover. The secret love affair' and 'Love at first sight? Superman's girlfriend finally revealed!' And your personal favorite just from the sheer cheesyness 'The star crossed lovers! Krypton and Earth collide!' There was many other shitty headlines they must have just found out it was true after digging around.

Each knew who you were and where you lived, some of them had interveiws from 'witnesses' from the day he pulled you from the water 'He wouldn't let her go not even to the paramedic's. You could tell he was shaken up it must have been terrible for him to see her in the water like that!...You could tell there was something there between them, I have no doubt they were a couple already! They were even bickering!. He even protected her from being arrested for jumping in after the little girl! No one could get near her...He was probably in shock he just held her close ~It was so romantic seeing him protect her like that you could tell it was true love~' you scoffed bullshit! If only they knew what followed. Some even questioned if you were fucking secretly married!

You sat wiping your eyes crying softly, your life had gone to shit in a few short months and you was at rock bottom. Trapped in your own home by a media frenzy who wanted the story ...What could you tell them? the truth? 'superman stalked me, isolated me and manipulated me into thinking I was borderline schizophrenic convincing me I had ptsd and was going mad then raped me when I found out he was a fucking nut job and when the police showed up I was to scared to say anything because he was upstairs'

Somehow you didn't think they would buy that, they wanted a fairy tale! not the truth and if you did tell the truth you'd get a shit tonne of hate. And Kal? Well you didn't want to risk angering him again. He threw fits at you, bouts of anger that always terrified you and each time you were reminded. He was not human. Nowhere near it! He nearly perforated your ear drums from shouting at you last week you couldn't afford to anger him. So instead you opted to remain silent.

In the days since his rape mating Kal had stuck around he was here each night he didn't leave anymore either...Well not properly, he still flew off into the night to maintain order in the city and save people from disasters around the world but he didn't leave to go home a night. He did however leave in the morning and he was out all day like clock work almost like he had a job. Each day would start with him in your bed sometimes just watching you other times you awoke to him slipping between your thighs using your body to satisfy himself, you tried not to resist it was hopeless he would do what he wanted.

He claimed you were his mate and as his mate you had a duty to please him, he said to think of yourself as his wife and he had very traditional views on how his home life should be, bare foot in the kitchen sprang to mind. Preferably pregnant to, he was obsessed with wanting you to become pregnant and you do mean obsessed. After fucking you full to the point of pain he spent hours just watching your stomach, following his release with his all seeing gaze as it traveled into your womb willing it to hit its mark. He is adamant that he wants to see the exact moment that you conceive, the creation of his child! And you can never forget what he is doing either. He holds you in an elevated position trying to get the best chance all the while rubbing your stomach and ribs giving you a monologue of what his cum is doing, where it is how close he is to fertilizing you. It made you feel sick but what could you do? Fight him?

He was very pleased with himself always claiming that this was right, it was how nature intended and that it was just taking you longer to feel the bond you had because you was human. Kal was sure once you became pregnant that tiny ounce of kryptonian blood in your child would kick start your own mateing bond for now you had to trust him. So obsessed and desperate to have you 'bred' he helped himself to you as and when he saw fit, his 'love making' literally lasted hours he called it many things 'sex, fucking, lovemaking' but it was rape however you refrained from calling it that now he got all angry glowy eyes which was...Not fun especially when the molten eyes were inches from yours as he held you down and 'corrected' you with his cock, splitting you open mercilessly and unprepared trying to breed you like a bitch in heat. And true to his word he had kept you quiet not from holding back oh god no. He now had a solution if you began to struggle or get to 'fiesty' he would simply place fingers in your mouth and pin down your tongue as a painful reprimand to 'bring you back in line' and it usually did in a few short moments to frightened to struggle much longer in fear of him snapping your jaw.

You had tried to run a few days after your first time, hoping that you could at least get a one way plane ticket you doubted he would rip open the plane and risk everyone just to get to you, he seemed to need his golden boy image to cover his tracks. Unfortunately as you tried making your escape your neighbor was in the garden biting at the bit to talk to you wanting to know the ins and outs. You had real trouble trying to get out of the conversation she was a determined gossip.

"So you wrangled yourself a hero?! Wow tell me whats he really like? Where did you two meet? Was it the bridge? I bet it was the bridge! That’s so romantic! Him saving your life and falling in love, it sounds like a real life fairy tale! I'm almost jealous" You had shivered if only she knew, you wanted to just ignore her and run off but you'd already stopped and turned to her you cursed yourself for it when you looked to her. Mrs Ellis AKA the local rumor mill, well known for getting into everyone else's business, she was kind enough but two faced and nosy. She was married and in her early forties with one adult son who was just as bad as his mother. You plastered on a shy smile just give her a few tit bits to mull over and you'd be out of here!

"No it....I'm not sure how it happened he just managed to make himself apart on my life...I didn't have much say to be honest" she had giggled and covered her red cheeks fanning her self.

"I bet! I'm sure no one can stop that man when he is determined! We heard it infact~" you blushed and looked away scanning the sky apprehensively you really didn't want to be caught out of the house by him, he wont like it as his mate you were supposed to rely on him for everything therefore had no reason to leave. Seeing the conversation start to halt before she got what she wanted she smiled again continuing.

"We were all worried around here for a few weeks... We thought you were going off the deep end can you believe that? None of us suspected your strange behavior was just because you had yourself a new man...It was because you were with him wasn't it?" and there we go the snooping disguised as friendly chat. You looked around quickly okay you had enough you needed to leave.

"I...Yes yes it was...Mrs Ellis I'm sorry to be rude but I'm kind of in a rush-" her face lit up"OH! are you sneaking out? let me guess going to cook your man a slap up romantic meal?! you know I did the same to Earl when we first got together! Oh to be oung again~ just remember good food is the way into a mans heart~" you smiled at her and moved your hands in a shrugging gesture.

"You've caught me Mrs Ellis! He has no idea what I have planned...So if he comes over could you try and stall him ...Stop him from coming looking for me? just say I've popped out...."

"Huh? why would he be looking for- Would he be worried about you?!~ oh that is so sweet! your so lucky to have him fawn over you, Must feel so nice having him all macho and protective~. That being said I can understand why you've been so skittish. I'd be skittish to if I was dating a man like that." You frowned at her confused man like that? Did she know? would she believe you if you told her?

"A...A man like what?" She gasped placing a hand to yours thinking she had offended you.

"Oh no! Oh honey I didn't...I didn't mean nothing by it! I'm not one of those 'alien go home' lackey's I merely meant him being a hero..He's bound to have enemies so I would have been careful to and I'm sure you both didn't want the media knowing but they will find out soon honey...Sorry I'm getting this all wrong...All I'm trying to say is I'm happy for you! Right well I won't keep you, you go get your man his dinner! But if you ever need anything or just to talk pop round and we can have a chit chat- even bring him I'm sure he and Earl would get along as us women have a chat!" you thanked her and made your way half way down the lawn with promises of talking to him about it...But no you had absolutely no intentions of going round there...or staying here for that matter?If all went well youd be out of the country by tonight!.

It was when you got nearly three houses down the road your heart stopped ,there it was the boom of him reentering the atmosphere above. You turned looking at him he was hovering staring at the house, looking for you from here you could tell he was becoming aggravated. You got another two steps then your neighbor gave you away gasping and giggling at you then shouted across the open lawns.

"Oh y/n I think you have a visitor~ should I get my ear plugs ready?~" You closed your eyes feeling Kal’s gaze snap to you ignoring her comment you moved your hand clutching your bag tighter, he would know and you were going to be in for it! The street seemed to get quiet, the people that had been out doing yard work now staring as he barrelled down towards you stopping a few feet above you then lowered down to the ground smiling eerily at you.

"Mate? I thought you were staying in today...You know I'm not keen on you going out without me knowing..." he was quick to wrap himself around you ushering you back towards the house glanced over you and frowned slightly seeing your larger bag.

"Just where do you thing your off to...with your passport?" You could hear the growl creep in to his voice.

"Just in to town...Want some wine is all and sometimes they say my license is fake so I take my passport to...I didn't think you'd be home till tonight" Mrs Ellis laughed shaking her head at you.

"Oh dear why not tell him, even with all this feminism there is nothing wrong with wanting to feed your man!" Kal turned his head to the woman putting on a charming smile, his eyes lit up happily and he turned back to you.

"Cook? You were going to cook for me? Oh mate that’s- thank you love that very thoughtful" you shook your head seeing he was taking the white lie to heart, he must think you were going to start complying with this fucked up 1950s house wife shit show. Mrs Ellis laughed and waved a hand

"Oh dear stop being so fussy!" She turned to Kal rolling her eyes

"Of course she doesn't want to admit it! but she just told me she was off to get groceries she wanted to cook for you...I swear these younger women and their distaste for traditional house wives, seriously raising a family is just as important as any career!" he moved towards you winding an arm around your waist tugging you to his side

"I couldn't agree more~ Family is everything" he spun you around placing a kiss to your cheek in front of the older woman making her coo, he was curling around you putting on a show, making the display look ...Romantic pulling you to him tucking you under his arm. His laugh was all the warning you got before he spoke loud enough for the other neighbors on the near by lawns to hear.

"Really love? Well I thank you, truly I love the idea of you trying to take care of me! but you know I don't need you to do that my love~" he paused to give you a wicked smile self assured in his next little public claim over you

"No no ,I'd much prefer to come home to you ready to try again after all our child wont make itself" Your eyes widened he had practically fucking shouted it! Your neighbor gasped

"O-oh my y/n you failed to mention that you were trying for a baby!..That’s wonderful! you know you'd make an excellent Mother" He stopped and through her a shinning smile

"So we are going to go public love? I mean you were talking about me? And you are Mrs Ellis if I'm not mistaken?" He moved you across to the woman and held out a hand.

"Its very nice to meet you properly ma'am...I’m-" she flushed red and took his hand

"S-superman- I know who you are-" he smiled laughing moving to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"Oh please call me Kal...After all we are going to be neighbors isn't that right love?" You took a deep breath and nodded slowly unable to say anything he was cunning.

"N-neighbors your moving in?" He laughed and squeezed you to him.

"Absolutely! I practically have already...Well I'm afraid that we must be going as I said before our child wont make themselves...Well not on the lawn anyway~" he winked as the older woman blushed fanning herself

"Oh my~ ah and don’t worry about any visitors haha we wont call anyone..If you get my meaning just have fun deary~" he smiled again Thanking her before ushering you into the house slamming the door with finality you knew that Mrs Ellis was already inside on her phone to her friends.

Once inside he quickly grabbed your chin squeezing pinning you back against the wall seething.

"You try to leave this house-Leave me again and I'll melt all the fucking locks and hinges on every door and window~" you whimpered as he moved fishing out your passport and burned hole through it to make a point, you wasn't leaving.Ever. Well...there was one way out.

You can honestly say that was the first time it had truly sunk in. The first time you had considered other more permanent options. It was just a fleeting thought...Until it wasn’t and you sat back really considering it a few days later. The question was could you do it? Could death be an escape from all this madness? From his madness? You shook your head.No. No no you can’t think like that yet...There must be a way! And escape but who the fuck could save you from Superman? Who was it you needed to call? You'd given up for the time being you needed a plan but ass the days became weeks you were loosing hope fast. If you were gonna do it, it had to be sooner rather then later you doubted even you'd be able to do it if you did fall pregnant. Because god help you if you failed and only killed the child...

You yelped as another loud knock was at your door calling out for you to just answer a few questions. You tucked into a tighter ball whining wanting them to all go away. Suddenly there it was, the sound that made your stomach go cold, Kal had come back you heard the people outside calling out to him in a mad rush, but they sounded less threatening less pushy. You felt him looking at you huddled up in the corner peeking through the walls of the house.

Kal moved slowly down to the ground landing softly in the front yard he turned seeing you there cowering in the living room. He growled at your distress and snapped his head to the reporters a frown on his face. He wanted to burn them for upsetting his mate but instead settled for sweeping them with a fierce look. They each instantly calmed that was then he spoke evenly giving them a sharp look. They disregarded his stern gaze and all bombarded him with questions he knew they wont leave until they had something

"I'd ask that you leave my mate and I alone this...Human kryptonian mating bond has been difficult for us to navigate...And we are not ready to give statements yet..." he hoped that admitting to a mating bond would give the reporters enough but sighed when it hadn't.

"Mating bond? Like soulmates?" He looked to the reporter and gave a stiff nod

"Yes...As you can imagine with us being...Me being who and what I am it is difficult...And, I find myself driven on...Baser instincts when it comes to her. My need to protect her is....Very hard to control at this time and you have terrified her! She is cowering in her own home so for your own safety I'd ask you to leave" The reporters fell silent when he growled out his last words all thinking the same thing. Did he just threaten them? Rightly or wrongly they didn't want to stay and find out He stood tall arms crossed giving the large group a fierce stern glare ,they each nodded and began to back away all muttering apologies and agreeing to his requests.He turned to you again you felt him you were looking right at him shaking in fear, these animals have frightened you his poor sweet mate. You must have been terrified with them pounding on the door shouting at you all day.

But then again that's what he hoped for, he wants you to move willingly. That is why he decided against just stealing you away while you slept. Now that he was here with you the urge to fly of into the sunset with you had died down, he hopes that if you still want to leave this house you will ask him to take you away.

That way he could take you to his prepared home in Kansas a small ranch miles away from ...Well everything! It was perfect and if anything goes awol he shouldn't have to chase you down and correct you, oh no you'd come crawling back! It was nearly a twelve hour walk across flat crop fields of course he wouldn't have a vehicle on the property and if you did try to leave hoofing it for all that time it was flat ground surrounding the property one high fly and he'd have your location asap and have you home for a punishment.

Maintaining the place shouldn't be hard the crops he could do himself in seconds when the time came..Everyone always did call him a farm-boy and it was true he was a farm-boy at heart. There was electricity but no phone there's no internet either he would bring you books and films or supplies for any hobby you'd like and you could redecorate until your hearts content. But bottom line was you'd be safe not only that being so far from everyone meant your children would have space to practice there abilities unhindered. Soon. He whispered to himself very soon.

He smiled at you, trying to calm you even if you couldn't see it. He gave one final scowl to the crowd who whether it be instinct or primal fear of him, they had listened and began leaving. He stayed outside the house guarding you as they slowly trickled away.Once they were all gone he moved up to the house knocking.

"Love....Love they are gone now, come on open up little mate....Mate stop I know your scared and upset but please I've dealt with it your safe now.....My heart?...I will break the door if you don't let me in...One...Two..Two and a half ...Three...Okay you asked for it-" you opened it with a quick scrabbling motion. He smiled quickly stepping over the threshold collecting you in his arms kicking the door shut. You trembled against him they had frightened you! He admonished. You wept into his chest, you had no choice he had smothered you. He held you tightly hushing and cooing at you whispering soft words of encouragement.

"My sweet little mate don't cry, shh I'm here now and I made them leave see?" You nodded at him still shaken you wanted to leave, you wanted out! of this house, the country this whole situation.

But there was no escape! he will not let you leave him, but maybe if you asked he would come to? let you at least move to an new house that didn't have so many bad memories, tho you were better in a sense you wasn't as paranoid or frantic you knew it was him and he didn't hide anymore he flaunted it as much as he could. He was now trapping you in a different sense creating an image of being a consenting loving couple just like the stupid papers said. You sobbed pressing your palms to his chest leaning back to look up at him.

"I-I can't stay here! Kal please...This house I just can't...Can I?...Can I go see that house?...The one in central city?-" he tensed squeezing your arms making you wince growling at you his eyes becoming a bright red for a second then dimmed back to his normal aqua.

"NO! NO YOU MAY NOT!" You cringed trembling he grit his teeth you looked down tears starting anew shaken to the core, this man, this alien terrified you he was obsessive and a fantasist, he was strong, far to strong just one misplaced squeeze of a finger and you were a goner. He took a breath and moved pinching your chin softly making you meet his gaze.

"I'm sorry love...Your not leaving me, I couldn't bare to lose you not now..Not ever" your heart dropped to your stomach at his words you knew that you couldn't escape him but you couldn't stay here either! you swallowed blinking and tried to reason with him, plead with him to grant even the smallest of mercies.

"Then...Then somewhere here! A house they don't know! Please please I can't stay here! They will be back! Please Kal I'm begging you, I'm scared Kal I don't want them to know where I live...Please?" he stayed silent looking down at you he supposed letting you look for somewhere in Metropolis wasn't a bad idea, you were already referring to him for permission. Trusting his judgment letting him take the lead as a good little female does, acknowledging him as your mate and higher up. He could just turn down all the options until you ask him to choose then he can finally bring you home willingly just as he planned.

"I will think about it...I may have just the place for us~...But that is for another day for now its time for us to try again...I still haven't bred you today and your ovulating again" you closed your eyes as he moved closer taking a deep breath smelling your neck then lower pressing the tip of his nose to the top of your breast.

"You smell-your scent is...UGH fuck its divine your skin it just releases it-its like a fucking drug!" You trembled looking down with little hope already knowing how this ends before its begun. He moved back a step and pressed a hand to your stomach, he still hadn't taken it was a shame but he would not let it faze him, he had a plan and he would continue filling you until you were carrying his child.

"Come love things will be better once your growing with my seed" you whimpered at the thought and shook our head.

"Kal I don't want I'm not ready-"

"Of course you are! I can fucking smell it your body is screaming out for me! Stop saying stupid things!" He snapped before you even finished your sentence, you looked down trying to hold back tears and shook you didn't want to do anything with him, yet refusing will only drag out the whole ordeal making it painful.

You knew that last few weeks had been a dream for him a fantasy of his own making. Being with you making sure you were 'safe' he was always happy sleeping in the same bed after rutting and filling your tight little cunt for what felt like hours. He had hoped that you'd be pregnant by now but never complained for long he enjoyed the intimacy, loved holding you down and painting your insides marking your womb as his territory in the most carnal and depraved ways.

He was a monster driven on pure feral instinct, he had explained it may be hard for you to fall pregnant due to the kryptonian's past that was his excuse to fucking you every which way filling you as many times as he could until your stomach was distended and swollen. He had explained in his lust fueld rants as he impaled you down onto his fat shaft that he wasn't sure why his kind had resorted to the artificial chambers to produce children. He did however assume it was because there was a problem with conceiving naturally. You'd once asked snidely if it was even possible for him to impregnate you it had been a bad day and you for some reason wanted to provoke him, make him as upset as you.

It did the trick he became enraged with the possibility but instead of pulling out from your bruised body and leaving in a mood like you'd hoped. He had done the opposite and had fucked you for nearly twenty four hours straight, the only break you had was to use the bathroom and that had driven him further into his frenzy claiming you were trying to dispose yourself of his cum. Trying to wash away his hard work! that you were refusing to fall pregnant as if by some magical way you had control of it! He had been brutal in his thrusts once you began to chafe he had kindly provided you with his own freezing cold saliva again making sure you felt thoroughly punished with each almost violent thrust.

You'd bled that night. He had been to rough and had torn you. 'Nothing you didn't deserve' at least that's what he had said. It was your fault apparently for resisting him and wriggling to much, you had laid there and cried sobbed your heart out for hours. It was hour later when he began to get worried as the bleeding slowed but did not stop he had held you tightly stroking your tummy. He shushed you before doing the most traumatic thing he'd ever done to you. Something you'd never forget or forgive him for putting you through. The tear was small but bled quite a bit and was in a tricky spot seemingly at the back of your opening each time you moved the bleeding picked up again so he had decided to cauterize to wound. You'd screamed and thrashed crying louder then before kicking out at him as he held your legs wide and 'healed' you. That was the first time you'd begged him to kill you. He brushed off your pleas just thinking that you had a low pain tolerance. But it wasn't, in that excruciating moment you wanted him to do it, to just hurry up and end you but he had laughed you off and gotten you an ice pack instead ordering you to lay splayed with your wound covered while he had a shower and left you in the bedroom alone.

That had been just over a week ago and was the last time he'd had you he was almost certain he had taken and wanted to let you recover but with his eyes he could see you had not been fertilized and was now once again determined to have you again despite the wound nearly completely healed you were terrified of going through that ordeal again.

He moved you both into the house away from the door moving you to the stairs. You twisted in his grasp trying to capture the banister as he made his way up the stairs he just sighed continuing forcing you to let got and screech at him.

"No Kal! Please KAL NO!" he clicked his tongue at you and began scolding you moving to tug you up the stairs by one large hand engulfing your bicep tugging harshly making you cry out as your hand slipped off the polished wooden post and you stumbled hitting your knees on the step before you and cried out again.

"F-FUCK AH NO! KAL NOT AGAIN PLEASE" you took a breath trying to make him see sense

"K-kal I-I'm not healed enough-" he just raised his arm pulling your back up he was stoic as he dragged you behind him warning and cooing at you all in one as he spoke.

"Love! what have I said about all that noise?..Now that's enough if they phone the police again you wont be answering the door in a sheet! Oh no ,I'll be answering it with you split open on my cock! And let everyone in the street see how good your cunt looks wrapped around it! now stop all this silliness you know that I will win in the end~" his voice was stern and exasperated like trying to talk sense in to a naughty child.

"K-kal I'm not refusing you please PLEASE JUST JUST LISTEN!...Your supposed to wait at least two weeks after you tear- even after birth its two to four weeks-pleas I don't want to, if we do and something goes wrong kal I might not be able to give birth properly later!" You panicked trying to convince him to say anything that would make him stop for a second. He smiled and pulled you closer tucking your head to his chest.

"Oh love no~no its not the same I healed you remember? It helped you! it wasn’t stitches I closed the wound my love your fine now and besides you’d have another nine months to heal...I'm not going to fuck you once your pregnant well not there anyway~...I’d never ever risk our child like that now trust me!" You cried really not wanting him to get angry like last time but you couldn't help but struggle against him it was just a natural reaction you did want it! Not only that you had anxiety over it now that he had hurt you accidentally, it brought home the fact that he was an alien. He moved to hold both of our arms tugging you forward and up onto his shoulder. He was worried he didn't want to break your fingers by tugging to hard when you latched onto the door frames and such.

"No! can we-KAL WAIT!-No can't we have dinner first or-or something Kal please- Please not now! not now!" You yelped kicking and slapping at him trying to get him to put you back down quickly becoming desperate to get away. He laughed twisting you out of the door frames reach as he entered the bedroom.

"Nonsense why eat now just to build up an appetite when I'm filling you~ Now I really would be quiet if I was you I'm not sure if all the media have left or not you don't want them to overhear and have an article about that now do you?" you froze gobsmacked was he teasing or being serious at this point you couldn't tell he would do and say anything to get you to be compliant, all you could do was whine and panic you knew it was futile to resist but it was ...It was hard.

You snapped at him trying to bite at his neck as Kal had made it into the bed room and was lowering you. He caught your jaw swiftly.

"Bit at me again my love and I will bite back much harder" You struggled feebly against his hand on your jaw he gave a quick shake of your face.

"Understand?" You looked up tearfully

"I said do you understand female?" You shuddered at the dark voice the pure alpha male tone he managed that shamefully aroused you, you nodded meekly as much as you could with the vice like grip on your face he just nodded with a quiet 'good girl' then proceeded to launch you through he room you landed with and indignant squeak you rolled over to your back watching him approach through teary eyes.

"I am growing tired of this love...I have decided that I should resort to some more...Traditional methods with you" you held up your hands willing him away he mocked you slightly as he stood at the bottom of the bed moving to pull himself free from the suit.

"W-what do y-you mean?" You choked on a sob eyes cast over him seeing just what was awaiting you as his cock strained against the fabric.

"Oh my love come now your a clever girl~ I'm sure you'll realize soon enough...I don't know why your whimpering so? And kicking up such a fuss you always enjoy it in the end why all this fighting? I make you cum don't I? make you see stars as I make love to you? I don't have to, I could just rip into you unprepared, fuck you dry but do I? No because I love you and I want our love making to be pleasurable for the both of us...Shh come on love...I wont dry fuck you...I promise....It would be to much for your tiny body....Look ok just lay back I promise I will be gentle this time~" his reassurance did nothing to calm you as he slipped completely out of the suit letting it fall carelessly to the floor. "I said lay back...Do not test me mate"

You weighed up the options and shuffled back to the head board whimpering as he approached you the muscles above his huge cock were tensing making the thick angry rod slap on his stomach leaving tiny spots of pre-cum across it the veins throbbing bulging much like the rest of him. He tilted his head at you waiting at the end on the bed.

"Mate come on~ won't you lay down for me? Be a good girl I've told you I'm not going to be rough today I promise-"

"Your always rough! You always hurt me!" You shouted already panicking not wanting him to touch you at all you cowered from him trying to curl tighter into a smaller ball willing him to leave you alone. He clenched his jaw neck twitching then dropped his head looking to the stiff cock jutting out and sighed.

"..I will admit our size difference can cause our lovemaking to be uncomfortable-" you growled at him

"NO! NOT JUST THAT YOU HURT ME KAL EVERYTIME YOU FORCE ME!"

"THEN YOU SHOULD BEHAVE!" You squeaked covering your ears his voice so loud it hurt, he sighed moving a hand through his hair. He hated this, your fear and refusal of him, he tried not to get mad but it was frustrating dealing with it, you-he his soul was bonded to yours yet you didn't feel a thing! He always got the brunt of it! It wasn't fair!

"I'm strong! And I-I struggle with my strength and humans! Especially you! I don't mean to hurt you but- your mine! My mate and I have a right to fuck you and fill you as I see fit. Now lay down just lay down LAY DOWN!" You tensed as he raised his voice he was going red and quivered. You feared one day he would accidentally snap a bone or-or puncture something whilst holding you down...Maybe that's why you did it? So he would kill you put an end to all this? It was the only way you were getting away.

Your thoughts were interrupted as Kal gripped and ankle and pulled ripping the leg straight and yanking you down the bed before flipping you to your stomach you scrabbled trying to get away but he struck you. His heavy palm landed o your cheeks your leggings offered no protection as his hot hand spanked you. You screamed out tensing your ass as he continued

"Its time you behaved! Time you realized your place! You are my mate-my lover mine! You hear me? MINE! And you will start to act like it or face consequences! Now get your clothes off and lay down like a good loving MATE, I'll not have you ruin a chance to conceive because your being a silly little human! These games stop now!" You wailed kicking out at him hurting your own foot scrabbling pulling the covers beneath you trying to get away but all you did was bundle the sheets at your tummy. Your foot throbbed from connecting with his hard frame one foot was still in his grasp he used it to tug you closer landing sharper blows to your thighs you wailed sobbing and rolled trying to throw him off but he twisted his hand placing you back on your front. His hand seemed to get heavier with each blow bruising and stinging your flesh all in one you screeched high as he moved and struck you harder still on the underside of your cheeks his large palm covering both at once, finally he stopped and threw your foot down to the mattress in frustration you cried sobbing pitifully in to your pillow that you'd dragged down in your bid to crawl away.

That was the first time he'd done that, he must be getting frustrated with you now he moved over clutching your throbbing cheeks digging in his fingertips to border pain.

"That is what I mean about traditional methods... You will be a good mate, a good obedient female, wife and mother! You will do as you are told when you are told or I will bring you to hand. Right now I am telling you, get your clothes off and ready yourself! Its time to be bred woman..Now move before you really have something to cry about!" You got up on hands and knees shaking through your sobs and tugged off your tshirt. It was no use maybe you should just give in...Find something in this fucked up relationship to cling to...Could you ignore him? and the things he did if you had a baby? A child to fawn over and use that to forget your fear and hate of its father?

Kal shifted pleased you were doing as you were told and he couldn't wait to see his marks on your ass. He should have spanked you weeks ago! It seemed to do the trick getting you back into line. Sure it was a little ...undignified but you needed a firm hand! He had known that for a while but had been putting it off worried you'd stray to far from him...But who was he kidding? he loved you and you him, you were mates and once pregnant you'd feel it to he knew you would you had to...and even if you didn't its not like you could disappear with his child, the world knew you were his the league knew and were keeping tabs on you and if all fails and the ranch in Kansas doeskin work there's always the fortress.

You were strange and confusing, for a few days you'd be docile and compliant a perfect house wife, cooking and cleaning letting him do as he pleased. Then you'd act up and need a little reminding of your place, he thought he could fuck the point across to you but spanking had yeilded better results already. He bit his lip as you curled your fingers around the elastic of your leggings and pulled them down slowly revealing a red bottom. His cock jerked. Fuck that was- there was something sexy about your meek demeanor doing as you were told, pulling your own bottoms down and showing off a beautiful round blistered little ass.

Once the bottoms where at your knees Kal moved forward grabbing them and yanked pulling them completely off. You moved to lay down as he had been ordering you to but he caught your tender ass in his hands you whined when he did, his hand caressed your sore bottom reminding you of his ownership.

"Now if you'd been good you would be allowed to lay back and be ravished nicely I'd make you cum before fucking you.... But now your not ,oh no now your in for a harsh fuck-getting a fucking with a sore ass!...I'm sorry love but this is for your own good,you have to learn mate" he moved a hand across your back fisting it in your hair and tugged craning your neck back you whimpered tears falling from your eyes and you pleaded trying to reason with him.

"K-kal I'm sorry please please don't hurt me- I don't mean to-"

"shh shh my love I know...I know its your human flaw...But you must understand you cannot fight me you can't fight this" he moved his hand in your hard releasing the tendrils and rubbed your scalp slowly with sting fingers almost lovingly.

"We-we can never be apart not now! I've mated you bonded to you on such a deep level, I just wish you'd understand...I love you! And I know you love me so why fight this? You could have everything human women ever dream of! A home, a husband and children! But you-why don't you accept that! Its what I'm offering you! What I want...Its what I'm OWED!" He moved his hands to your hips and brought you back against him his hard cock slipping between your legs running the top of it past your folds in slow fucking motions rocking you across him you cringed but bit you lip not wanting to provoke him further.

"After everything Ive been through!!..I you...You think growing up here was easy for me? Oh no I had to hide love! These powers they- I didn't understand what I was! I kept to myself was ridiculed bullied and cast out! For staying away protecting them!! Then as I grew it got worse! Alone traveling the only person I had was my human mother! Then I saved earth but it wasn't enough! ITS NEVER ENOUGH FOR YOU!" As he spoke he began grunting slipping his hot throbbing cock between your labia ghosting your clit making you whine trying to move away but his hands held you controlling your motions as he pressed his head into your shoulders continuing he rambles letting go of some of the baggage.

"I was hailed a hero and fucking turned on when the bill came through!..I saved your race- your planet...Fuck I died! I DIED! To save you again broke my Mothers heart and even then you couldn't let me rest! All you humans do is take take take! Your spoilt and selfish...But now,its my turn!OH FUCK YES AUGH" he moved faster bringing a hand around your front moving to your swollen clit as much as you tried to resist him it was to much, his fingers plucked away at your little nub like a vibrator pulsing on your sensitive flesh before jerking it between his fingers pulling and pinching as his cock ran lengths over your now weeping hole. You grunted softly dropping your head low as your legs trembled under the pleasure you stomach clenching and tensing with his torturous movements, the walls of you cunt quivered contracting wetting his cock even more as it begged to be filled.

"That’s it-fuck yes that's it mate get me nice and ready~ nice and wet ready to fuck you full again~I will save you you know, save all of you again and again ,but I know I will still be told to leave! But I wont not when I'm finally finally given something! Something of my own! To cherish, To love! A mate! You you've given me the prospect of a family and love and acceptance if only you wasn't a human! Why did you have to be human?! You are being selfish just like the rest! But no more...You will not be a selfish woman any more my love~ I've seen your heart-you love and care and want everyone to be better~ I will save you, I will guide you to be better, we will be better~ you'll see!" You moaned as his fingers moved down to press his crown against your twitching muscles you jerked forward moaning crying out again

"NO! NO PLE-KAL PLEASE DON'T PLEASE IM NOT-IM NOT READY I DON'T WANT IT!" He growled grabbing you around your throat squeezing threateningly you gulp as he slowly closed your airways.

"Stay very still~ don't you move love its time~ time to do your duty-your job! Time for you to accept me and my seed to be full and dripping and claimed" you winced gasping for air his voice was different darker more menacing it frightened you more then anything he had ever done he sounded mad truly and utterly stark raving mad. In the panic you moved bringing both hands to his wrists for a second ignoring the thick shaft poised at your waiting hot core.

"K-kal? Kal your-ah fu-fuck I cant- kal breath!" You tried gasping out words to him, you were unable to breath properly fighting his grip for air especially when his hand returned to torment your clit flicking and twisting it almost harshly. You bucked whining unable to stop your grinding as he chuckled his hot breath fanning over you back. He moved leaning over your back harsh words whispered into your ear.

"You know I could just fuck you passed out~ it'd be easier." He chuckled kissing at your earlobe taking it between his teeth and sucking then released.

"But I wont~ I like the sounds you make when you try to deny your body...When you try to ignore my cock as it plunges into your hot little cunt splitting you open and lodges itself inside you spraying your insides drenching your womb until I'm certain no more can fit...Pumping you full like a little whore~" you moaned as the head of his girth pressed at your opening instantly making your body lurch towards him. He chuckled and moved releasing your neck before you could catch your breath you yelped loud as he bucked forward spearing you back onto him. You clenched your fists into the covers below you embarrassed at how easily he entered you, your juices making his... journey much easier. He left your clit alone but you still quivered this time around his cock that stretched your insides.

"AAAHH AH FUCK YES THATS IT! GOD GOOD GIRL...SUCH A GOOD MATE!" You whimpered as he pulled back and began rocking slowly making you feel every deep thrust as his head bounced off of your cervix, something you were now used to. You winced as he ploughed into you latching onto your neck suckling dark marks int to soft skin, biting at your shoulders hard leaving the indentations of his teeth growling and grunting the whole way. You moaned as he tilted his hips and began rutting faster and harder you blushed hearing the wet slurping sounds as your sopping cunt fought to have him inside you. It made you feel sick

"Okay love see Uggghhh fuck yes that’s- oh fuck now remember deep breath one two THREE! Ahughh my god shit shit I'm there, I'm there! Fuck!" You hissed grunting painfully as on three he slammed you back jamming his cock past your tiny soft opening like he did every time he could and held still for a few moments. He caught his breath hissing you simply stayed still at this point what will be will be. You gasped when he began his assault humping and fucking you hard and fast there was no messing around he wanted you full, to cum again and again inside your womb. A man on a mission you squeaked as each thrust of his hips made him slap against your hot bottom his thick thighs punishing you out side as his cock brutalized your insides. It was a terrible mix of pain and pleasure as his heavy full sack swung hitting your engorged clit on each motion of his pistoning hips. He moaned louder and louder as you bit your lip you didn't want him to hear you cum. But you was going to! His body covering yours the sloppy kisses to your neck and the pants his growls in your ears as his cock toyed with your insides swelling and throbbing setting fires in your nerves you bucked back to him you couldn't help it! Maybe you were mates? Maybe that's why you couldn't resist him in the end?

You reared up as he got to much your body shuddering and tensing muscles feeling like they would snap under the pressure. He chuckled feeling you squeeze him trying to milk him.

"See?~ I told you in the end you know who you belong to~ now cum! Cum for me! Your mate your lover cum for your husband!" You did in one silent scream you bucked grinding back on him clamping down on his cock just as his balls tightened and released you shuddered whining as he held you firm against him his sack pressed tight to your little bud almost pinching it between your two body's. He grunted through laughs looking down rolling his hips slowly making sure you got everything!

"Good...I will never get tired of this~ your body so tiny ans tight but perfect...Made just for me the perfect size for me to breed you~ I love you mate so so much and I will never let you go ever....Now just here move forward..." he shuffled forward kneeling on the bed and pulled you from your doggy position the held your legs spread wide over his knees cock still fully seated inside your core.

"There we go....Yes I know your all tired already just let me do it ...Right there we are stay!" And stay you did. He wasn't done once was never enough he would go as long as he pleased. It was only a few moments later he had sat his ass on the soles of his fee and began thrusting again holding your hips dragging you up and down his flexing thighs feeding you the length of his cock readying you for the second load of the night.

You wept silently into the covers as he moved your body to suit him ,separating yourself from the act trying to ignore the way his meaty cock dragged along your insides sparking the lustful tremors all over again, trying to drown out the sounds of his grunts and praise than and the sounds that escaped you every few breaths quiet gasps and mewls. It was hard but you knew you could blank all of this at least until you came again which you would, you always did maybe that what mates are? He could rape you and you'd still enjoy it? You cant deny the man made you cum again and again, he forced your body to accept him and gave you mind numbing orgasms. Is that what it meant to be mated by a kryptonian? To be raped and feel sick and ashamed of yourself, to be a fuck toy! A brood mare! No you will not-you will not live your life serving this aliens sex slave fantasy....You were not sex on a shelf!

Clark looked at you as you curled up around the sheets pulling them to your lightly bulged stomach. You were beautiful the red hand prints for your spanking during your love making glowed a light pink and your skin was still decorated with his cum. You'd fallen asleep exhausted before you could run and wipe yourself down like you usually tried to do as soon as he was done.

He growled nostrils flaring this was how he liked you most, fucked out on the bed wearing his cum like a fucking perfume, proof of his love scattered in bites and bruises he had sucked into your skin and finally his hand prints littering your hips waist and arms, he had proven himself to be a strong male again; the perfect male to father strong and healthy children. There was a shiver down his spine that stopped right at his cock, yes he would be a perfect father and mate if only you could feel things like he did.

He growled when the scent of his cum got a little too strong moving to lean over you from above you from the head of the bed, he needed to check and make sure you held his seed long enough! you were curled on your side. He tutted the scent had spiked because you was leaking , he watched as a steady slow stream of creamy seed was escaping all over the sheets, he grumbled 'Its no use on the fucking bed!' he had no choice he had to move you.

You groaned in your sleep but other then that didn't stir he smiled he had done well today! You were in a deep sleep he sat up at the head of the bed legs together and settled you to rest on them, he pulled you up until your shoulders leaned on his abdomen sitting you up slightly then once settled he bent his legs feet flat on the bed taking you with them. He held your knees and pulled up curving you, angling your center up on his thighs. He wanted so desperately to keep you full, his need to breed you was almost painful.

He hoped that his plan will work, he had summarized that your failing to conceive was...well it must be a punishment! He had tried to force kryptonian life mate ideals onto a human, that would never work...No he had to have you as a human to, had to marry you then-then you would be fully his accepting him as your husband and fall pregnant! That was what human women did! What they were taught to do even the nursery rhyme 'First comes love, then comes marriage then comes a baby in a baby carriage!' The idea of children after marriage was so ingrained to young girls that it has to be the reason it must be it! He couldn't think of anything else.

He wasn't sterile! He can't be he was a strong fit healthy male and he wasn't shooting blanks either he-his it just never seemed to take. It must be some strange clause in the mating because he has had you so many times fucking you until your overflowing.

He has been careful to hold you still like this to give you the best chance and to watch you making sure your not getting rid of him now...But it just something was wrong by all the times he has cum inside you, bypassing your cervix and flooding your womb he should have taken root! He sighed looking you over again sniffing the air, you weren’t leaking anymore he would hold you like this for a while longer then lay you down to rest himself. He didn't need sleep as such but there was something humbling about waking beside you, hearing your soft snores and for a moment all was right in his world. The sun peeking through the blinds, the glow lighting up the room and he could pretend he was waking beside his wife. Sometimes he would close his eyes smiling and listen to the heart beat of one of the neighbors and pretend it was that of his child in the other room sleeping soundly. He opened his eyes looking down at you with a soft grin kissing your head then placed his chin on your shoulder looking down to your slightly bulged stomach still full of him. Today was not the day. But he stayed still watching his seed hopeful.

You woke up the next day the sun peeking through the partially opened blinds letting streams of the golden rays flood into the room. You groaned back aching you twisted slowly realising why. Your hips had been placed on not one not two but three pillows tilting your weight to rest on your shoulders you were tilted quite far, causing your back to bow and curve as if you were leaning forward. You blinked waving your arms around still half asleep you heard a page turn beside you, grunting you rolled over to your side hissing at the knots in your back pulled.

Kal was lounging on his side curved around slightly looking down he was you reading?... He tilted his head scanning the page and spoke still not looking up.

"Morning love..Did you sleep well?" You scoffed

"No...My back hurts...did you keep me like that all night?" He chuckled at you a grin on his lips.

"Yes...I have to try and keep you full how else will I get the job done? You seem to enjoy thwarting my efforts.." he finally looked up at you.

"But..I understand, well I figured it out a few days ago actually...You know I love this picture...The day I found you" his smile was bright it unnerved you.

"What-what are you? I-is that the daily planet?!"

"Yes...I popped out and got it this morning there is a cute little piece on us~ right here" You scrabbled up onto your knees ripping the paper away from him.

"Hey I was reading that!" You quickly scanned the page he was on...Another article on the both of you, 'Children before Marriage? A first hand account from neighbor Mrs Ellis' fuck. You swore and cringed dreading what she was going to have said but had the paper pulled from Your hands by Kal.

"That’s enough of that love! Don’t need you getting worked up! Not with today's plans anyway....now up and at em shower then get ready we have a very special day ahead of us!" You slowly turned to him a sinking feeling in your stomach.

"Why-Kal whats going on? That article who wrote it? I don't understand whats it about!?" He opened his mouth and looked down to the words.

"Nothing much, just that we are trying for a baby already and a few tid bits from what I told the press yesterday that your my life mate and as a inter-species couple we are still finding our way! It would seem a Clark Kent had managed to sneak back and wrangle an interview! I don't really mind it clears up some confusion." You frowned but Kal just grinned and leaned over you, trying to avoid him you shifted back and fell to the pillows behind you he laughed and rolled over you.

"Mate as eager as you are to be beneath me now is not the time~ we are finally making us official!" He leaned in taking in a huge breath smelling you still not pregnant but ovulating with any luck tonight was the night he just had to tread carefully now until today was done no point in letting you act up when he took you out.

He moved kissing your lips opening his eyes letting the red seep into them the threat he now knew worked not that he'd ever do it but you didn't seem to know that , he moved his mouth opening and closing in a sloppy kiss coaxing you to obey and open your mouth. You were getting better slowly. He was looking forward to today, would there be a frenzy? Yes. Would he regret it absolutely not. He had mated you as a kryptonian, fucked and claimed you as he believed his own race does to their mates. Now it was time to mate you as a human complete your binding as life mates then maybe you will finally fall pregnant.

Today unbeknown to you was your wedding day. Kal suckled your tongue groaning as you whined pressing your hands to his shoulders pushing but he crawled up over you rubbing his hands on your legs then stomach. He pulled away leaving you breathless and smiled, he always did love seeing you flushed and panting, pride flooded him as he looked on at you. His mate, his lover and today you would become his wife!

"Now I want your hair up today....Curly but leave a few curls around your face.And secure! We are going flying" Flying? Good with any luck he'd fucking drop you on a telecom's tower and it'd put you out of your misery! Unaware of your morbid thoughts He moved back off of you completely and walked around the bed to the bath room you cringed watching his half hard cock swinging with each step...You wish he would get some other clothes here and cover up you didn't need to see the object of your torture every morning. You shuffled back clamping your legs shut tight after seeing his cock half hard. Kal looked down with a chuckle.

"No...not now love! Gosh you are an insatiable thing aren’t you~ no that is for later for now you just relax as I said today is a big day for you...For us now hurry up"

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Part 2! Here is Part 1 f you have yet to read it! I hope you enjoy my little Walmart brand of summer wars as much as I am writing it! Let me know what you think!

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The two of you leave with a small bow before your grandmother answers the phone.

The second you are out of the room Bakugou grabs you roughly by the wrist, pulling you down into the small dimly lit hallway to press you against the dark wooden wall, caging you in much like he did on the train.

But this time with malintent. Small pops ring out from his forearms, one hand threatening to char the wood beside your head while the other grips your wrist harder.

You could understand his anger, it's not as if you had been truthful to Bakugou. He detests liars and although you didn't necessarily lie to him you still told him a half truth. He was still figuring out which was worse.

"Fucking fiance?!" He snarls close to your face, "Deal's off."

You had planned to allow him to bitch and moan about the shitty situation you put him in without argument.

But his refusal to act semi decent towards you for the sake of your grandmother's old heart had rage burning hot in your veins.

It wasn't like you were asking him to fuck you. With a tick in your jaw you drop your precious Kimono. Grabbing onto his chin with your free hand, tilting his face closer to yours to have a better look at those stunning crimson eyes. They widen from both the force of your grip and the proximity of your lips. He swallows thickly, his glare slowly coming back.

"Listen here Bakugou Katsuki. I'm asking you to pretend to be my fiance for two weeks. I'm asking for small shit like sitting close to me, maybe giving a small smile in my direction and at the most hand holding. I'm not asking you to fucking marry me or fuck me in front of my family. My grandmother is a bit old fashioned if you couldn't tell by the house or her demeanor, she has been hounding me about bringing a man to her for approval since I was 16. She wanted to make sure I had a man that deserved me, that I would be taken care of. So I've made up boyfriend after boyfriend since I've never really had time for more than a good fuck but my Uncle called me last winter to tell me her health was beginning to decline and rapidly at that. I called her immediately and told her I had just become engaged and she'd meet him on her birthday. So you've got two choices Katsuki." You let every syllable of his name soak in sugar coated venom, "Suck it up for two fucking weeks and be semi decent to me or break my grandmother's heart and earn a dangerous enemy."

Bakugou's heart pounded in his chest the entire time you were ranting, unsure of why he was attracted to the hard set of your eyes and the ice in your voice. His stomach flips when you say his first name causing him to grind his teeth. He breaks away from your grip with his free hand, quickly pinning your arms above your head. Locking your delicate yet deadly wrists in one of his broad hands while the other presses against your hip bone. Thumb sliding through the loop of your too short shorts, bringing your pelvis to his. The denim was barely able to contain your ass and thick thighs, he is surprised none of your elders have scolded you for such indecency if they were as old fashioned as you say.

The faint blush on your cheeks and the defiant look in your eyes has his voice turn husky as he speaks.

"I should make you regret bringing me here. Maybe have you begging for something else." His lips a breath away as he presses his forehead to yours. Eyes molten with what you think is lust before he tilts his face. Amplifying the sudden magnetism between your plump lips and his own. Your chest tightens with mixed emotions as your eyes begin to flutter closed.

Suddenly he changes direction and gives you a harsh headbutt, hard enough your vision blurs at the edges causing you to growl in response.

"This better not fucking bruise."

He rolls his eyes, dropping your hands as he reaches down for the old Kimino. His heart racing from almost losing control of these odd feelings.

Feelings that had never been aimed towards you until your grandmother stirred them up.

"Would you die for my granddaughter?"

The question drives him mad, mad enough that he places the kimono in your hands speaking the dark thought that he should have fucking kept to himself.

"Did you actually drag me along for your grandmother's sake or did you just want the kimono, Princess?" His voice is all bite, holding your gaze, your eyes widening.

"Don't call me that." Your voice threatens to crack but he walks away before he can see the rest of your reaction to wander the house for his room until dinner.

You're left standing there, eyes glued to the fabric, the deep navy blue and hand stitched cranes and lotus blur in your hands. Before fat droplets fall from your eyes.

Why did you ever think Bakugou Katsuki would be a good partner, fake or not.

You collect yourself quickly, angrily swiping at your eyes before you set to find your normal room.

It doesn't take you long and you're honestly hoping Bakugou stays lost until dinner. His room should be on the opposite wing of the house. Opening the old tatami door to find Mei setting down your stuff and Bakugou's bag. Mei follows your eyes to the well worn backpack with a skull pin on the strap. She knew exactly who it belonged to when she picked it up, having spotted the handsome devil from the hall.

"Mei what's this you know he's supposed to be in the western wing!" You exclaim, trudging past her to hang your kimono on the old rack in the corner of the room. Mei scoffs, eyes glued to her phone as she speaks.

"He was bound to sneak this way anyway. I'm doing you a favor." She rolls her eyes as if she knows everything at the ripe age of sixteen.

You thought you knew everything then too. You sigh, rolling your own eyes.

"What you call a favor I call a headache. Just take his bag to his room." You pass the straps to her, hating that it smells so much like him. Your stomach flips even as you look at the two person futon.

"Just sleep with him tonight no one will know! Plus I hadn't cleaned his room. It's full of spider webs, the floor needs patching and his futon is gonna be dusty." She counters.

"B..but one futon is not modest."

"Wow please tell me you're not a virgin jushi. You're gonna get married anyway! I know I wouldn't have said no to a catch like that either!"

Mei makes her way out of your room while you pinch the bridge or your nose.

"Yea…. Why would I ever say no to such a great catch?" You fall backwards onto the futon hoping that that asshole was still lost for now.

Someone would find him wandering and take him to the great dining room.

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Thankfully someone does end up showing Bakugou to the dining room but of course it would be Mei who also tells him where the SHARED room is. You bite your lip and choose to play dumb.

"Oh good you found your way, babe." You smile sinking next to him on one of the many blue cushions. He grunts in response but pulls your cushion closer to his. Carefully pouring you some water before he yanks down your tank top that was riding up and trying to expose your midriff. His fingers feel like fire as they brush against your skin, igniting a dying ember in your stomach.

You quickly remind yourself of his nasty comment, as you're about to set him straight your cousin Haru walks into the room. He sucks his teeth and sits further down the table across from his sister Mei as people slowly come in to sit or bring in food.

"I don't know why you bothered to bring him here. Sobo is never going to approve of him." He cracks open his beer and drinks prematurely earning an eye roll from his sister. Bakugou and yourself both open your mouth to retort when Mei pipes up. Eyes still glued to her phone as her thumbs fly across the illuminated glass.

"She already did stupid. She gave her the crane Kimono so get used to seeing his face." Mei rolls her eyes as your cheeks blush.

Bakugou regrets his comment now more than ever but sucks his own teeth. An older gentleman sits to Bakugou's left commenting on the conversation as he does.

"Wow the crane kimono! You know she's been holding onto that for quite some time. You must be very special. I'm Sozen, your lovely fiance's Uncle." He smiles, just as you're about pinch the blonde to make sure he answers he gives a small bow of his head.

"Bakugou Katsuki." He introduces himself as aunt Mai rushes into the room.

"Wait, wait! I want to meet him!" She sinks next to your right, all smiles as her eyes are fixated on the young man, "Wow he is as handsome as you said on the phone last night."

Fresh blush creeps onto your cheeks, remembering the phone conversation from when you were too nervous to sleep last night. Bakugou catches on and smirks in response. Everyone but Sobo takes their seats and you decide now is a good time as ever to get the formalities over with.

"Let's just get through the introductions shall we?" You say as you run through the names of each family member on both sides of the three low tables shoved together. Introducing the hot head to well over 12 adults and their children and even children's children. For now Bakugou only makes an effort to remember the ones closest to him.

Uncle Sozen who sits to his left and Aunt Mai who sits to your right. It's becoming quickly apparent that a lot of your family is either much older or much younger than yourself. He can understand why you could feel a little lonely at times. Being more of a black sheep than anything. Then he realises something very important.

"Wait, where are your parents?" He asks lowly to which you shrug.

"They show up closer to grandma's birthday. They are both extremely busy and always have been. Soba more or less raised me."

As if one cue grandmother comes in, looking over the table with the biggest and warmest smile she can muster. It reminds him of the summer sun lazily dancing across his skin in the late afternoon.

And again it reminds him of you. He looks to you and sees you mirroring the exact same smile, happy for your grandmother's happiness causing his chest to tighten and butterflies to awaken in his stomach. He grinds his teeth in an attempt to calm them down.

She sits at the head of the table, closest to Great Oba who he had the pleasure of meeting first thing, before grandmother holds up her small cup of sake.

"To family." She announces, everyone lifts what cup they have, whether it was a kids small sippy cup, their o-choko, or even their cup of tea.

"To family!" They roar back to her all taking a sip.

"Let's eat." She says while the family cries out, "Itadakimasu!"

The tables are loud and full of conversation. Although Katuski's family is not so big, the volume reminds him of his own family. A small smirk comes to his lips as he thinks of his mother and how she would fit in here.

"So no Shoji?" Haru asks with a sneer, almost purposefully stirring the pot.

"No surprise there." Someone else comments.

"Shut. Up. Haru." You bite out, look fierce as if you were to devour him whole. He swallows thickly.

"Great uncle Kodaka tell us about that battle we won here!" You change the subject and everyone groans as Kodaka starts the story they've heard thousands of times before.

"It was almost 150 years ago, when we were still a prosperous nation. Us samarai doing fine on our own. Hired by the wealthy or living by our own moral compass. It was like fish in a barrel…"

The story continues on, mostly the children listen and your grandmother who smiles as she hears her youngest speak.

Sozen leans closer to Bakugou, as grey eyes hold onto scarlet. Bakugou remains quiet, glancing to you and then back to the uncle. Uncle Sozen takes this as an invitation to speak.

"I guess since you're gonna be part of the family now I should tell you about Shoji. There was a time shortly before Grandpa died that he went down a dark path, gambling away majority of the family fortune and just when grams thought she had him under control then came Shoji.He was Grandpa's illegitimate child with a woman much younger than Sobo. But she loved Shoji fiercely anyway. She would take him through the field of wildflowers to the lake in the early mornings of summer. One hot day when he was small and the sun was rising, painting the sky in hues of red there was a crane. Our family's crest." Uncle Sozen points to the wooden crest above the door to the adjacent room that held the family's artifacts. A crane stands tall with a white lotus behind it in full bloom.

"It was the first time in decades that a crane had come to the lake and the lotus were in full bloom. He flew away, causing a gentle ripple in the lake and it was then Sobo knew that Shoji would bring fortune to our family." Sozen peeks your way to make sure you're not over hearing, he continues explaining softly as your loud laugh bellows out, "Everyone is so angry with him because he took the last of grandmother's savings and then ran away to America with no way to be contacted."

"She is quick to defend him because she was too young to really remember how much it upset Sobo. That and she believed in him wholeheartedly. She looked up to him because despite his quirklessness he was exceptionally intelligent. She had faith that he would restore honor and fortune to our name." Sozen's chopsticks point to you as he speaks before he picks up a dumpling. Bakugou's eyes follow over you.

"Hello Sobo." A deep voice calls from the engawa reducing the lively roar of dinner conversation to nothing more than the sad song of a lonely cricket.

"Uncle Shoji?!" You call excited, standing from your spot at the long table while the rest of the room holds animosity.

Bakugou downs his sake to which Uncle Sozen silently refills.

"I thought you were still abroad in the states!" You sink next to him and pull him into a crushing hug. He smiles, slowly separating the two of you.

"What the hell do you want trash?!" Uncle Kodaka snarls, to which you produce a deadly glare his way.

"Well yes I was in the states, thank you for asking Princess." He tucks a stay hair behind your ear before rising to speak with grandmother.

He does not address her properly nor does he bow. If anything he stands loosely with an arrogance about him that leaves majority of the room with a sour taste in their mouth. Bakugou watches Great Oba's chopsticks strain in her delicate hand, the distaste for him is becoming more and more obvious by the second.

And then he opens his mouth.

"I made tenfold out of what you let me borrow, Soba." He pulls a stack of money and a check from his pocket as he speaks, "I made a drug to make people powerless and sold it to the highest bidder."

Eyes around the room widen as news headlines flash in their heads about a new drug that made people quirkless. Villains shooting innocent bystanders and heroes in hopes of getting a leg up.

Shoji tosses the money and the check onto grandmother's lap. Dark brown eyes stare into her lap for a long moment.

Suddenly grandmother moves like an agile cat, jumping to her feet and grabbing for one of the divine naginata. She wields it masterfully before shoving the point towards him, fire burning in her eyes.

"Mother!" Half the table shouts, as you begin to see red. You stand stepping next to Shoji, body shaking with rage as your heart drums in your ears.

"I knew my Princess would save me." He says coyly to hide just how shaken he is, sweat dripping down his brow. Even ten years your senior he couldn't hide his fear of the fierce woman before him, shocked that a woman in her nineties could still brandish such a big and heavy weapon.

Your hands land harshly on Shoji's chest as you give him a shove. Shocking the table into further silence.

"YOU MADE THAT?!" Your voice echoes over the dining room, into the empty halls and out into the night but somehow the hurt in it does not reach Shoji.

"Of course, it was going to be a hot seller. Governments offered me billions. Besides I made an anti...." But before he can finish you've got him by the collar.

"HOW CAN YOU BE SO INTELLIGENT YET SO DAFT?!" Bakugou watches your knuckles turn white while your cheeks flush deep red. Shoji barely frees himself, his shirt crumpled but you press on.

"Those were my friends!" A stomp of your foot has the dishes rattling on the table, Bakugou becomes more on edge, "You hurt my fucking friends!"

You raise both of your fists above your head, ready to bring them down with all of your might. Too angry to control your gauge of power uncaring of the consequences. Katuski acts quickly, flicking his wrist to empty the shallow cup of sake high into the air. Igniting it into beautiful dancing fireworks, the kids oo and ah while he hopes to distract you if only for a moment.

It works, slightly. You realize his plan as he jumps to his feet, running along the low tables as you try to beat him to the punch.

Literally.

Bakugou barely makes it, shoving Shoji into the table, food and dishes fly into the air just to stain the freshly mopped wooden floors. The hot head holds out his other arm to take the brunt of your force. He let's off the smallest explosion to soften your blow but a small crack still rings out.

Heated eyes watch as a black bruise blooms from the crease of his elbow to all the way to his wrist as the shock shakes the house behind him. Paintings and pictures fall from the walls in the wake of your force.

"Are you trying to bring down the house dumbass?!" He yells before his voice dips low, soft almost, "What if the roof had caved and Soba-san got hurt?"

Your eyes widen at his words before they are locked with glistening scarlet pools. You look over Bakugou's toned arm, marred in angry shades of purplish black. Eyes darting over the family and the mess that lies beside you. Finally they fall on your grandmother behind your shoulder. Her own aged shoulders heave from the adrenaline, her graying white hair out of place with her lotus pin threatening to fall out. You spy Shoji, your once hero still squishing food beneath his torso and elbows, eyes filled with fear.

"Fuck this." You mutter storming off, leaving Bakugou to stand alone before your family. Shoji stands, rushing out of the house, moments later everyone can hear a car peeling down the gravel drive losing traction once or twice.

After a few moments of silence grandmother fixes her hair and returns the naginata as she speaks.

"This family cleans up their own messes. Now get to work!"

And with that your family and Bakugou begin to pick up the shattered pieces of dishes, pride and family matters.

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