➤ pairing: Titus Danforth x AFAB!Reader (Little Sister!Reader)
➤ warnings: smut (oral, penetrative), slight violence, a little infantilisation, incest, graphic incestuous sex, mentions of violence, some pet play if you squint, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
➤ notes: This is very taboo, I am aware. But YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION IS YOUR RESPONSIBILITY. Don't like, don't read. But for the other pervs out there, enjoy ;)
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The voices were loud, not arguing, but discussing something she was never invited to sit in on. She did not want to, anyway. It was all carnage and bloodshed to her.
Gently as she could, she pressed her weight onto the large mahogany doors, pushing them open as much as she could. The voices stopped all at once as she stepped through, eyes on her.
"Sweetheart?" The man in the hospital bed rasped, smiling at her as his features softened from what was obviously a more serious conversation.
He smiled timidly at her father, sparing a glance at her older siblings. Ursula looked at her warmly, waiting for her to say something. Titus stared at her, face almost blank, but those who knew him could see a small smile on his face, reserved only for his little sister.
"I didn't mean to interrupt, but I asked Cook to make something warm and easy for dinner tonight, and I was hoping we could all eat in here?"
Huffing a chuckle, her father nodded his acquiescence.
"I'd like that very much, bunny."
It was a little before dinner, she stood in front of her mirror, naked as the day she was born. She ran her hands over her body, noting her moles and marks. Curious little thing, she dipped her fingers between her legs and found herself damp and warm.
So preoccupied with herself was she that she did not notice the room door open, and Titus slipped in.
She jumped when his hands came to rest on her hips, her eyes refocusing from the glazed-over look she got when her mind was elsewhere, as it often was.
"What're you doing?" He murmured in her ear, his voice low and his breath hot.
"I'm studying." She mumbled absently, humming and leaning back against the embrace of her older brother.
He was strong and warm against her back, a comforting cocoon of safety and protection, as he'd been to her her whole life.
She was always the little one, the youngest in a family of rageful greed and violence. Yet, she had no taste for it at all.
Titus and Ursula always looked out for her, though, always took care of things so she didn't have to. Her father loved her and left her to her daydreams; after all, he had his weapons, and she was his child.
Titus had taken to protecting her since they were little, a promise he made to his dying mother that he wore like armour. This protectiveness rotted into a possessiveness that bordered on insanity.
Ursula noticed, and certainly, so did their father. But so few things kept Titus in check, more beast than man most days, and an insatiable bloodlust that sang in him.
So they left them be. She was happy, and so was he; what judgment could others pass? None that would live long anyway.
He nuzzled his salt and pepper whiskers into her shoulder; age had only become him. She giggled at the tickle and pressed closer to him.
Turning around in his arms, she reached up on her tippy toes and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.
"Do we have time? I'm all wet, and you always take care of me."
How could he ever say no to her?
He kissed her fiercely, sucking her lips and nibbling on the plump flesh, rolling it between his teeth. Parting her lips, she accepted the assault; Titus kissed like he did everything else, cruel and indulging.
He sought out her tongue, sucking it into his mouth till her jaw ached and massaged it better with his own.
She had never kissed anyone else, but she couldn't imagine that anyone was better than this.
Without detaching his lips from hers, he pushed her against her vanity, propping her up and seating her pretty for him, her back against the cold mirror, causing a shiver to run down her spine.
He pulled away and pressed a kiss against her temple, much more tender than the ones he'd been stealing from her lips and drew back to look into her eyes.
Nothing but the most achingly obvious fondness and fire burned in his eyes, and she gave him back a dazed grin. Chuckling at the silly look on her face, Titus dropped to his knees and spread her legs, propping them over his shoulders.
Placing tentative kisses all over the insides of her thighs, he moved achingly slow towards her centre, her breath quickening the closer he got. Pausing, he sucked on the flesh and left a blooming bruise of violet and rose, before finally licking a stripe up her slit.
She gasped at the sensation, reeling back slightly, but he was not letting her go anywhere. He dove in like a man starved, tongue digging between her folds and circling her clit, diving into her weeping pussy and coming back up to draw shapes around her bud.
Bringing his fingers up, he pushed one in gently, curling them upwards into a soft, spongy spot inside her that had her keening a most pitiful noise. He smirked against her and sucked on her clit gently, alternating between circling her bud with his tongue and suckling on it like a tit.
She could feel her orgasm building up inside her, a fever climbing up her spine and boiling at the base of her neck. He added a second finger, curling more harshly into her and sucked on her clit harder.
Within moments, she had gushed into his mouth, convulsing as her back arched off the mirror and her fingers clawed into his hair. Her legs trembled as the waves crashed over her; her eyes closed in pure ecstasy. Soft moans leaving her lips that stayed open in a perpetual 'o' shape of shock.
As she came down from the aftershocks, Titus stood to his feet and carried her to the bed, crawling over her as he shed his clothes.
"You have more in you f’me, bunny?"
She nodded breathlessly, cheeks flushed and eager for whatever he would give her.
Fisting his cock tightly, Titus sat on his haunches between her legs, spreading her puffy pussy lips and pumping himself languidly.
Leaning over her, he kissed her deeply again, pulling out whimpers of need and pulling away right as her hands started grabbing at his weeping head.
He shook his head, chuckling, sighing out a noise of disbelief, like he couldn't quite believe that she was his, no matter how many times they ended up in the same place.
She reached up, sliding her hands into the curls at the base of his neck and scratched at his scalp.
"I need you. Please, Ti?"
In one fluid motion, he lined himself up with her still-dripping entrance and pushed in to the hilt in one smooth action. Her breath caught in her throat at the intrusion, struggling to adjust to the thickness of her older brother.
He gave her a moment, peppering kisses all over her face and drawing soft giggles out of his bunny.
Slowly, he began to move. Pulling out slightly and then gliding back in. He pumped in and out of her steadily, the feeling of her wrapped around him so warm and wet, nearly had him done right then and there.
Titus filled her up so good that the stretch was deliciously painful in a way that made it good for her. She could feel him kiss her spot each time he pushed in, shivers rocking down her spine.
Little uh, uh, uh's left her lips. Her nails scratching up Titus' back in pure pleasure.
She was close again, he could feel her walls fluttering around him in the way it did when she was about to cum for him.
Kissing her deeply, he pulled away just in time to watch as her eyes rolled back and her nipples hardened as her climax washed over her again.
Dipping his head, he pulled one nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking at it as he fucked her through her orgasm.
Shaking as she came down from her orgasm, she whined and gently nudged his head away from her now-oversensitive nipples.
➤ notes: F1 The Movie, you will always be famous. Did Blu watch it because they were bored and had nothing better to do? Yes, yes, I did. Did it turn out to slap harder than any racing movie I've seen since Turbo? YES, YES IT DID!
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The music was blasting so loud, Josh could swear his eardrums were about to pop.
The heavy bass vibrated in his bones, and his eyes dropped to the gyrating crowd; he sighed. He never did enjoy the scene.
Cash had dragged him out once again, droning on about appearances and engagement. His eyes were darting about at the glamourously done-up women who surrounded the VIP booth.
So Josh nodded and plastered on a perfect toothy smile and endured all of 15 minutes of introductions before he got bored and found himself a corner to wallow in before he could reasonably leave the club.
The girls all tried their luck, flirting and giggling. Some pressed themselves against him on the sofa, spilling out of their dresses and practically onto his lap.
He smiled politely and moved away each time; they only ever wanted to say they fucked an F1 driver. When he told Cash that, he'd thrown his head back, cackling and boomed out that it was the whole point. That held very little appeal to Joshua.
As the light from his phone illuminated his face, Joshua felt a dip in the seat next to him and braced himself for another onslaught of questions about the Ferrari drivers or rubbing up against him.
Instead, he came face to face with the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. She was tall and smelled amazing, but she was also not looking at him at all.
She was sipping on her drink and moving subtly to the music, laughing and saying something to the other girls in the booth.
When she finally turned to face him, her expression was not seductive or even calculating. It was openly friendly, and she smiled widely at him.
He stared at her for a moment before he realised that she had stuck her hand out in greeting, so he shook it dumbly. Utterly confused by this girl who had given him a firmer handshake than some of the other men he'd met doing press.
She said something to him, but he couldn't hear it over the music. Joshua simply shrugged back and smiled at her. For the first time in a long while, his smile was genuine.
She grinned beautifully at him and turned right back to her friends, and Joshua felt cold. He wanted her to look at him again, but how?
Feeling impulsive, which he was going to later blame on the 2 shots that Cash had made him do earlier, he downed the remainder of his glass.
Standing up, he held his hand out to the girl with the pretty eyes, "Do you wanna dance?"
Looking at him, slightly startled, she laughed and downed her drink too, "Fuck yeah."
They found a space on the dancefloor and moved fluidly, pressing up agaisnt each other and then pulling away. What had started as a fun way to get to know the girl had turned steamier and heavier as the music went on.
He vaguely registered Cash cheering him on from somewhere, but the blood was rushing south fast, and his ears were ringing fiercely. His head felt hot, and all he could register was her, her, her.
She smelled sweet like dessert, and Joshua desperately wanted to know if she tasted like it, too.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her in and looked at her with hooded eyes. It seemed her head was heading in the same direction, for her expression was now charged.
He pressed his lips to hers in a fluid motion, and oh god, she tasted heavenly.
All plump lips and soft kisses, Joshua couldn't get enough. He deepened the kiss, hands pulling her into him, tongue dancing with hers. Massaging and licking into her mouth.
She held onto him, arms around his neck and kissed him back with equal fervour, not backing down from the heat.
She could feel his hardness press into her, and she gasped into his mouth at the sensation.
In the back of Josh's mind, he knew they should probably take this somewhere more private, but he could barely pull away from her long enough to look around.
When her hand snaked down to cup him, he breathed out a groan and finally pulled away. Her eyes were shining, big and bright. Lips glistening with saliva.
"Hold on, just- Come with me."
He dragged her by the hand, pulling her away from the crowd and towards the bathrooms, where the hallways were darker and quieter. He found the door to a cubicle and pulled her in behind him, locking the door.
She barely got a look at the space before he was on her again, hands touching everywhere he could and rutting his bulge against her.
She moaned into his mouth as he grabbed a fistful of her ass, dragging her clothed core against his front.
The sound sent a shiver down his spine.
He spun her around to face the mirror, and she braced herself with two hands on the sink, pulling her skirt up he pulled himself out of his pants and dragged her panties to the side.
Making eye contact with her in the mirror, he pushed into her in one full thrust, eliciting long, drawn-out moans from both of them.
He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and fucked into her at a brutal pace, each thrust punching into her womb deliciously.
She gasped out mewling moans at the sensation, her breath hitching at a particularly hard thrust.
He could feel the wave rising in him, and for all his flaws, he was not selfish enough of a lover to leave a woman hanging.
Reaching around, he circled his fingers around her bud, drawing tight and steady around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
She arched into him at the feeling and moaned out a high-pitched airy sound that had his balls drawing up tight.
As she keened into his touch and he felt her tighten around him and tremble in the aftermath, he followed suit at the feeling of her warm, wet walls clenching around him.
He groaned into her hair, breathing in her sweet scent as he filled her up.
"Jesus, fuck." She breathed out.
"Nope, just me." Joshua quipped back, nipping at her shoulder.
➤ warnings: Canon-typical violence, smut (slight dom-sub dynamics, incest, power imbalance, rough sex), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
➤ notes: This is way darker and more taboo than anything I have ever written. Once again, your media consumption is your own responsibility. please READ THE WARNINGS.
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Her heart was beating faster than a hummingbird's wings. Breath coming out in soft pants, he was angry again.
It was always scary when he was angry. But a quieter, deeper part of her whispered. It feels better too.
Shut up. She wouldn't let that part of her have any more of a voice than it already did.
Ever since she was born, the other half of The Boneless monster, her existence had been worshipped and praised. The child seemed to bring life and joy back into Kattegat.
While Ivar withered beneath his deformity, she blossomed under the affection and attention as the only living daughter of Ragnar Lothbrok.
Every single one of her brothers served as her guard, never leaving her alone in all her time alive. Even Ivar, as irate as he was with the world, could never bring himself to ever turn his rage towards his twin sister.
His beautiful, perfect little sister. All of 8 minutes more in the womb had saved her from the same malformations that plagued him. But he could never blame her, no, that was a rage for the gods.
When they were little, Ivar insisted that he never leave her side. He'd scream and throw rocks at whoever tried to take her from him, spitting venom about vengeance and blood eagling.
So they slept in the same bed, bathed in the same tub, and ate from the same plate.
When they were little, it was cute. Sweet, how close they were. How protective Ivar was.
As they got older, it became dangerous. The first time Aslaug tried to move her daughter into the new room they had built for her, she witnessed the extent of her favourite son's rage.
Ivar had razed the room to the ground, setting fire to the annex and nearly burning the great hall with it.
Ragnar dragged Ivar to the edge of the forest and beat the rage out of him, but the venom remained.
The people began to talk. Whispers about the relationship between the twins, that it wasn't as pure or sweet as it seemed.
It enraged Ragnar and Aslaug, but Ivar would not help the rumours. In fact, the first time word reached his ears, he smiled a grin big and wide.
"Maybe now they'll never send you away from me, hmm?"
So it was no surprise that when Ivar took the throne, he'd made his baby sister sit by his side. The darling princess of his kingdom.
Now, though, he was angry. Darling sister or not, he would not relent if anyone got in his way.
Apparently, a raid had gone wrong, and Ivar had lost some men; his temper would not calm in the face of this loss.
So she waited in his chambers, reading by the window, as she heard the shouting and crashing of furniture as the king threw his tantrum.
"Sister?"
At the door stood Ivar, chest heaving and eyes burning. Wordlessly, she set her book down and opened her arms, smiling sweetly.
She expected a hug, maybe his hands would slide dangerously low, but nothing she hadn't already expected from her dear brother.
But he pounces on her, before she can blink, the air rushing out of her lungs as she realises that he's kissing her.
He's kissing her like he's drowning and she's the last bit of oxygen he's clawing for, all teeth and tongue and violence. The only way Ivar really knows how to love.
It hurts her, draws blood from her pretty, plush lips, but she sighs into it all the same. This was her Ivar; the pain was pleasure in her haze-mind.
His tongue probed deep into her mouth, hands tugging and yanking at her clothing, ripping the fabric when his frustration bubbled over.
He shoved her down onto the bed, face into the pillows and pulled her hips up in the air.
Usually, he offered his baby sister some gentleness, tonguing her and coaxing a few orgasms out of her before driving into her.
But now all he saw was red, and gentleness was the furthest thing from his mind.
He spat roughly on her, but it was barely needed. The display had brought a burning into her chest, and she was slick with want already.
She looked back at him, coy and sweet, the picture of innocence in the most vulgar position. Ivar grinned back, eyes dark and glinting in the candlelight.
He rammed into her in one full thrust, seating himself in her all the way to the hilt. The moan she let out was low and desperate. The pain awakened her senses in a way nothing else could.
See, most of Kattegat thought that the princess was too sweet for Ivar. The goodness in the womb had all but been absorbed by her, leaving him empty and angry at the world.
But what they had not realised was that she was as much of the darkness as Ivar was. They were two halves of a dangerous soul, one that was damned from the start.
As he drove into her relentlessly, setting a pace so brutal it punched the air from her lungs. She keened into the fabrics of the bed, her peak rising like a flame being fed, growing higher and higher.
Coiling his hand into her hair, Ivar pulled her up into his arms, forcing her to arch her back almost painfully and breathed deep into her hair.
"You are mine, forever."
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Ivar's cockhead speared into that spongy spot repeatedly, driving her half-mad with pleasure.
Her peak crashed upon her in waves, as she shivered and trembled in Ivar's arms. Moaning loud and airy, so that half the hall would have heard her by now.
She was his, till the end of time. But he also belonged to her, wholly and completely.
As he pressed apologetic kisses into the nape of her neck, she smiled lazily at her brother and knew;
➤ pairing: AFAB reader x Sergei Kravinoff / Kraven
➤ warnings: Smut, predator/prey power play, mild kink if you squint (a little rusty so i'm just easing back into it)
➤ notes: it has been so long since i've felt the proper urge to write smut for a character and of course it has to be kraven *chef's kiss*
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She thinks it must be fate, the way she practically fell into his trap. Their destinies tangled like a spider's web before they even breathed their first breaths. He was made for her as she was made for him.
She'd been barely old enough to be out there in those woods alone. Old enough that the judge declared she was no longer a ward of anyone. She was finally free.
Hopping on the first train out of there, she ended up somewhere in the mountains. After years of suffocating under someone else's thumb. Fresh air and green grass, that was all she wanted.
The mountains seemed perfectly idyllic and visions of her spending her days here flashed in perfect sequences before her.
Until she realised that she was woefully unprepared for the rough terrain and most definitely did not think her dumb little plan through.
Night fell quicker than she realised, leaving her shivering and struggling to find food. By some miracle, she had gotten the fire going before darkness fell but now the gurgle of her stomach was starting to echo.
Foraging was her plan, though she only knew brief notes of medicinal roots and herbs. Sustenance was slightly different. She'd trudged as far as the firelight touched to avoid losing her way.
Losing the spirit and gusto that so quickly drove her out here, dread and dispair began to take their place. A feeling rose up in her, souring her nose and wetting her eyes.
She was a fool, a silly little girl who honestly believed she could do something for once in her life.
About to lose all hope, something glinted in the moonlight in the corner of her eye, something that looked hopefully like a berry. Instinctively, she turned and stepped towards the glint.
Suddenly she was 10 feet in the air, trapped in a net of some sort and still frozen from shock. She was now caught in a trap.
A stupid, stupid trap that she was doomed to stay in until the hunter who set it up remembered to check on it or until she died of starvation.
Fortunately, luck seemed to be on her side tonight. A man emerged from the shadows, steps feather-light against the ground in practised movements. Shoulder-length dark hair that curled against his cheekbones, glowing yellow eyes that pierced through her soul, and the build of a hunter for sure.
The small glimmer of hope she'd felt at the sight of another soul, was quickly eclipsed by something much darker, and far more primal. For some odd reason, her gut told her that she was prey and she needed to run.
She was always very good at ignoring her instincts.
Her eyes scanned slowly, taking him in. Strong thick thighs, long arms lined with veins, and plump lips. She imagined what it would feel like to be caught in those arms, to sit upon those thighs and feel him tense beneath her.
He raised his eyebrow as he clearly caught her eyeing him, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. His eyes were now scanning her too in reciprocation.
Her breath hitched at the sight, and her chest rose and fell in rapid motion. She was a prey caught in a predator's trap.
Though not an entirely unwilling prey.
He approached slowly, eyes never leaving her's.
"Who are you?"
She was surprised to hear an American accent lilting in his voice, betraying his almost native grasp of Russian.
"Cut me down."
Her voice was clear and crisp, she hoped, betraying none of her nerves and trepidation.
His eyebrows raised once again before he stepped forward and lowered the trap to the ground.
It was almost unfair, how easily she followed him when he beckoned to her. The pathetically desperate way she almost tripped over herself to run after him, when he sped up.
It's just because she was afraid of being out there alone, purely for safety reasons. At least, that's what she told herself to ease the sting on her ego.
And how she really found herself beneath him, panting and wanting? Well, she was cold and he was a human heater of course.
"Faster, please." She whimpered pathetically, whining with every thrust he delivered.
His hips pistoned in and out of her poor puffy pussy, wetness dribbling out of her with every push.
"Is all this just for me?" He asked, voice lilting with arrogance.
He pulled back and spread her thighs wide, taking in the sight before him. Pink lips glistened with the evidence of what they'd just been doing, her mind absolutely blank of anything.
Dipping his head, he breathed in deeply, a growl emanating from his chest.
Fuck.
Licking a long stripe along her slit, he pressed deep into her cunt, fucking into her with his tongue. He wasn't just tasting her, he was devouring her.
As he laved on her clit, his fingers hooked into her. Noises of uh, uh, uh, left her breathless.
She could feel it building, cresting higher and higher. She was so close if she could just get him a little deeper.
As his fingers explored her, he found a spot that had her making a noise. A noise so vulgar, her flushed cheeks grew hotter.
Smirking, he ground his palm into her swollen clit and drove his fingers into that spongey spot repeatedly.
She let out a wail so loud, she was certain all the animals heard. Her vision spotting white and a continuous ringing in her ears.
"Jesus Christ."
He huffed a laugh as he sat back up, releasing her thighs from his grip.
"Turn over." He smacked her ass, still kneeling before her looking more like a beast than a man as his eyes seemed to glow.
Trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she propped herself onto her knees and lowered her arms to the bed. In this position, she almost felt like she was presenting herself to him, spread open for his taking.
She felt more than she heard him spit onto her, warm and wet. She clenched around nothing at the feeling.
Prodding at her entrance, he pushed into her warmth slowly, letting out a groan at the feeling of her walls squeezing him.
Her breath hitched at the fullness of it all and she swore she could feel him in her throat.
He pulled out so slowly, that she felt shivers run down her spine. He pushed back in harder, driving her up the bed.
A gasp left her as he sped up, pounding into her like his life depended on it. Kissing her cervix with every push in, it should have hurt, but all she felt was ecstasy.
As the stars rushed beneath her eyelids, she could feel that she was close again, but she needed a little bit more.
It seemed her beast-man could sense it too, and he brought his fingers down to draw tight circles around her clit.
Breathy high-pitched moans echoed in the dome, as she met her peak.
"Oh god, fuck. Yes, fuck."
She wasn't making sense anymore if she ever was. She clenched down on him, seizing up as waves of pleasure rolled over her.
In the vice grip of her cunt, he followed her over the cliff, grunting into her ear.
Lips pressed to the side of her head, he breathed into her hair as he came down from his orgasm.
As if the fog cleared, they looked at each other in a different light.
➤ pairing: AFAB reader x Sergei Kravinoff / Kraven
➤ warnings: Smut, mild predator/prey play, having a heat, animal play (a smidge), fuck or die because why tf not
➤ notes: Since y'all loved the last one so much, a little more filth for the people. dialogue in italics means it's in Russian but I'm not gonna Google translate and butcher Russian so just imagine~
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She hadn't realised her heat was so close when she'd made the journey out here.
It shouldn't have been for another few months at least. An early heat only meant one thing, there was a viable mate nearby.
It also meant she was fucked.
She'd barely trekked for another hour or so before she realised she wasn't alone.
Whatever it was had been following her by scent, her stench getting stronger as her body temperature rose.
She was in no state for a fight, if it came down to it.
Gritting her teeth, she knew that she had to make it to The Hunter's lair before sunset if she wanted to survive.
According to her map, it should have been only another few kilometres to the dome she was told to look out for.
Her rucksack was feeling heavier, the exhaustion and lethargy of the heat catching up to her. Her hair started to plaster to her forehead, and clothes stuck to her clammy skin.
As she walked, her mind wandered, and she recalled what her mother taught her about the symptoms of an unignored heat.
Fever, muscle spasms, uncontrolled perspiration, accelerated heart rate, and in some cases, death.
Usually, she'd have access to chemical suppressants or her mating simulator in the city. However, with the death of her uncle and the entire operation going to shit in the mess, things were not going as planned.
So her grand plan to save her family was to throw everyone under the bus, giving up her uncle's associates to a figure known as The Hunter.
He was supposed to be a legend, a boogie man to scare convicts and criminals into behaving. But a revelation came in the form of a file that she received after she called in a favour from law school.
He was very real and very effective.
If he could take care of the problems at hand, she was willing to pay whatever he wanted. But from what she heard, he wasn't interested in money, only justice. She could work with that.
As the dome came into sight, she heaved a sigh of relief, but before she could take another step the hairs on her neck stood on end.
Whatever had been following her, finally caught up.
Turning around slowly, she came face to face with a man with eyes like a lion's.
The Hunter.
He was tall and built like a warrior, with dark, long hair. Broad shoulders and endlessly long arms. His fists were clenched by his sides, bulging veins crawling up his forearm. Her heat-glazed brain seemed to focus on his thighs, thick and strong, his pants leaving nothing to the imagination. His face had to have been sculpted by the gods. Gaze dark, he scanned her head to toe, pupils narrowed.
Silently, she hoped that he liked what he saw.
He upturned his head, taking a deep breath before huffing and looking at her with something curious in his eyes.
"You're real brave, coming out here smelling like that."
His brow quirked, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. She ignored her hormones screaming for her to submit to him.
"I'm looking for The Hunter."
His eyebrows raised, something akin to amusement colouring his features.
"Who's asking?'
She shared her name and mentioned that she got her information from a friend from law school.
His stance seemed to soften, less offensive, more defensive. Which meant he recognised what she was saying. Thank god.
"Why are you here?"
"I've got names for you." His eyes gleamed with determination.
Hook and centre.
He invited her into his home, and offered her a snack and drink, said that she could stay the night, on account of the trek she'd made to get to him.
At this point, her heat was accelerating, her breaths coming out in short pants and her skin was flushed and hot to the touch. If he noticed, he didn't mention it.
He still seemed to be taking deep breaths, especially in her direction, but didn't bring it up again, she wasn't sure if she was relieved or not.
She vaguely realised that he was asking her a question, but she barely registered it.
Her head felt like she was underwater. She could hear an odd ringing and spots were dancing before her. The world suddenly seemed much too bright and it spun deliriously. She found herself on the floor before she could catch herself.
When her eyes opened, she found him knelt beside her, eyes wide with desire.
"You're not human, are you?"
She barely managed to shake her head while shivering. She could feel the cramps now, and if she didn't take care of it soon, she would pass the point of no return.
"Fuck."
He inhaled sharply, eyes glowing brighter.
"You smell..."
She knew that suppressants were only going to do so much now, her body sensed a viable mate and it seemed she would have to give in to her baser self.
Though, it didn't hurt that the specimen before her was most certainly satisfactory.
"Please, help me. It hurts." She whined, tearing at her clothes desperately.
She felt so hot, a fire burning her everywhere. When he placed a hand on her arm, she moaned instinctively and felt a small sense of instant relief.
He looked toward her, the vein on his jaw pulsing as he clenched and unclenched his teeth.
"Are you sure?"
She grabbed his hand, shoving it lower as she nodded, pouting in frustration.
He took that as his sign and surged down toward her, pulling her deep into a passionate kiss.
His lips were soft but commanding, pulling gasps from her as he worked his tongue past her lips. He massaged at her tongue with his own and suckled on it lightly, before pulling back and nibbling on her bottom lip.
It was everything she needed and yet entirely not enough. Her hands roved over him desperately attempting to pull him impossibly closer.
He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, moving down to a spot behind her ear that had her moaning out loud.
He nipped at it gently, nuzzling against her hair while his hands moved over her underwear, pants long forgotten somewhere around them.
The Hunter slid his middle finger up and down her slit, putting pressure near the top where she needed more.
She whimpered with need, almost thrashing around from the overwhelming sensations that brought her relief while simultaneously being not enough. He chuckled at her neediness, and she felt a sense of embarrassment wash over her.
He kissed his way down past her collarbone, sliding her shirt off and baring her to him completely, he nipped at the side of her breast and continued downward.
As he peeled her underwear back his eyes sparkled at the sight of her glistening pussy. Groaning, his breath blew puffs of air onto her sensitive lips, causing her to clench around nothing.
Lowering his face to her core, he licked a tentative stripe up her slit. Moaning at the taste, he dove in like a man starved. Licking into her so enthusiastically, she could swear she saw stars.
Alternating between fucking her little hole with his tongue and sucking and nibbling at her sensitive clit, he had her writhing about in minutes.
Frankly, it was embarrassing.
"God... You taste heavenly."
"Shut up."
He grinned up at her like the Cheshire cat from his place between her legs, sending a shiver up her spine.
As his tongue continued its exploration of her, he added a finger, pumping in and out of her at a torturous pace. Her breathing got heavier, and the coil in her belly got tighter. Her fingers tugged at his hair, tangling in the strands. Pathetic mewls escaped her mouth.
"i-I'm close" She breathed, eyes rolling back.
"C'mon sweetheart, give it to me." He mumbled into her skin, a shit-eating grin on his face.
He added a second finger, scissoring them inside her and found a spongey little spot that made her let out a noise like a wounded animal. He huffed a laugh and continued bullying the spot relentlessly.
She saw stars as she crested over, a shiver running from the top of her head down to her toes. Even as the sensations got too much, he didn't let up.
She kicked at him, attempting to shove him off. But his mouth stayed plastered to her mound, licking and sucking and nipping indiscriminately.
His fingers did not stop their assault on her poor abused hole, still fucking into that little spot that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt an odd sensation building in her tummy.
"Wh-wait! It feels-"
She tried to push him off, but he shushed her and kept going. The feeling grew bigger and rolled higher, and she wailed as she felt her orgasm crash over her in violent waves, shaking her body and causing her to curl in on herself.
When the feeling finally subsided after what seemed like forever, she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath.
It wasn't until he looked up from between her legs, beard wet and grin wide that she'd realised what had happened. She squirted.
She opened her mouth to apologise but another cramp hit her, and she knew her heat wasn't done.
He looked over her as if checking she was alright. He locked eyes with her and gave her a questioning look, she smiled back at him lazily and nodded.
Pulling her up, he looped his arms under her knees and shoulders, carrying her to his bed.
He wasted no time, lining himself up with her entrance. She got a proper look at him for the first time, and God, he was thick.
He was a good length, enough that she knew she'd feel him inside her for a bit. But his girth was ridiculous, so thick that she most certainly would not be able to wrap her hands around him fully.
A tingle of fear shot through her and she worried if he'd fit or rip her apart. As she looked into his eyes and saw the hunger in them, she decided that she didn't mind going out this way.
He pushed into her in one go, and she felt her breath stop in her throat. She could feel all of him just nestled past her entrance, the heat emanating from him elicited a low moan from her. The stretch was intense, the burn travelling through her nerves, but she could also feel the heat of the pleasure from him pressing against her walls so deliciously.
He let out a long exhale as if reigning himself in for a semblance of self-control. He tried to look into her eyes, before fixating on a spot just above her head, a faraway look in his eyes.
Once the crazed look in his eyes softened somewhat, he began to move, sawing in and out of her.
Each drag of his length in and out, had him grinding against her clit perfectly. She felt the trembles of pleasure all over her body, and a heat in her ears from the sensations.
His chest pressed against hers, creating a wonderful sensation against her erect nipples. She gasped at the feeling arching her back in chase of the contact.
He grinned at her, enjoying the way he was destroying her fully.
As her orgasm built up in the base of her spine, he could feel her clenching around him harder and more sporadically.
Picking up the pace, he drove into her harder and faster, drawing out sounds of uh, uh, uh from her lips.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, trapping him against her. Encouraged by the act, he brought his teeth to her ear and nibbled lightly, enough to have her driven mad by the slight pinch.
He brought his hand down between her legs and drew tight circles around her swollen bud.
That was the last thing she remembered before fireworks exploded beneath her eyelids, and she couldn't remember exactly when she had shut them.
An electrifying jolt shot through her and she felt the tingles all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.
She clenched down on him, drawing a grunt and as she felt him tremble above her she also felt his warmth spread between her legs, filling her up as he let out a low groan into her ear.
The sound shot straight to her pussy. As she came back down, she felt the feeling return in her legs and the ringing in her ears faded.
She opened her eyes and found him lying next to her just watching. He had questions in his eyes now, though the desire had subsided somewhat, though not a lot.
So she explained how she came from a long line of people who weren't ever quite right. How they all seemed to become more animal than human when they got angry, and how regular human spouses never lasted very long in her family.
She told him about her uncle and the horrors that came with her family the empire they had built, the mess that became of it all now in the wake of his death.
Then finally, she could barely look him in the eye when she told him that what had just happened was her heat, and they were now mated and she could not leave him, even if she wanted to.
Finally, she avoided facing him at all when she rushed out in one breath that she might be with child, and her heat was far from over.
She waited, holding her breath for a reaction. But the silence stretched out, so she turned to face him, a weight settling on her shoulders.
But as she looked into his eyes, she saw some hope in them.
"I understand heats and mating, I'm more animal myself most days;" He started, offering her something of a comforting smile.
"I just never believed there were others like me out there."
He smiled at her warmly then, and she felt a sense of relief. They'd be alright.
➤ pairing: AFAB reader x Sergei Kravinoff / Kraven
➤ warnings: Smut, mild predator/prey play, having a heat, animal play (a smidge), fuck or die because why tf not
➤ notes: Since y'all loved the last one so much, a little more filth for the people. dialogue in italics means it's in Russian but I'm not gonna Google translate and butcher Russian so just imagine~
➤ more: masterlist | smut reblog blog
She hadn't realised her heat was so close when she'd made the journey out here.
It shouldn't have been for another few months at least. An early heat only meant one thing, there was a viable mate nearby.
It also meant she was fucked.
She'd barely trekked for another hour or so before she realised she wasn't alone.
Whatever it was had been following her by scent, her stench getting stronger as her body temperature rose.
She was in no state for a fight, if it came down to it.
Gritting her teeth, she knew that she had to make it to The Hunter's lair before sunset if she wanted to survive.
According to her map, it should have been only another few kilometres to the dome she was told to look out for.
Her rucksack was feeling heavier, the exhaustion and lethargy of the heat catching up to her. Her hair started to plaster to her forehead, and clothes stuck to her clammy skin.
As she walked, her mind wandered, and she recalled what her mother taught her about the symptoms of an unignored heat.
Fever, muscle spasms, uncontrolled perspiration, accelerated heart rate, and in some cases, death.
Usually, she'd have access to chemical suppressants or her mating simulator in the city. However, with the death of her uncle and the entire operation going to shit in the mess, things were not going as planned.
So her grand plan to save her family was to throw everyone under the bus, giving up her uncle's associates to a figure known as The Hunter.
He was supposed to be a legend, a boogie man to scare convicts and criminals into behaving. But a revelation came in the form of a file that she received after she called in a favour from law school.
He was very real and very effective.
If he could take care of the problems at hand, she was willing to pay whatever he wanted. But from what she heard, he wasn't interested in money, only justice. She could work with that.
As the dome came into sight, she heaved a sigh of relief, but before she could take another step the hairs on her neck stood on end.
Whatever had been following her, finally caught up.
Turning around slowly, she came face to face with a man with eyes like a lion's.
The Hunter.
He was tall and built like a warrior, with dark, long hair. Broad shoulders and endlessly long arms. His fists were clenched by his sides, bulging veins crawling up his forearm. Her heat-glazed brain seemed to focus on his thighs, thick and strong, his pants leaving nothing to the imagination. His face had to have been sculpted by the gods. Gaze dark, he scanned her head to toe, pupils narrowed.
Silently, she hoped that he liked what he saw.
He upturned his head, taking a deep breath before huffing and looking at her with something curious in his eyes.
"You're real brave, coming out here smelling like that."
His brow quirked, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. She ignored her hormones screaming for her to submit to him.
"I'm looking for The Hunter."
His eyebrows raised, something akin to amusement colouring his features.
"Who's asking?'
She shared her name and mentioned that she got her information from a friend from law school.
His stance seemed to soften, less offensive, more defensive. Which meant he recognised what she was saying. Thank god.
"Why are you here?"
"I've got names for you." His eyes gleamed with determination.
Hook and centre.
He invited her into his home, and offered her a snack and drink, said that she could stay the night, on account of the trek she'd made to get to him.
At this point, her heat was accelerating, her breaths coming out in short pants and her skin was flushed and hot to the touch. If he noticed, he didn't mention it.
He still seemed to be taking deep breaths, especially in her direction, but didn't bring it up again, she wasn't sure if she was relieved or not.
She vaguely realised that he was asking her a question, but she barely registered it.
Her head felt like she was underwater. She could hear an odd ringing and spots were dancing before her. The world suddenly seemed much too bright and it spun deliriously. She found herself on the floor before she could catch herself.
When her eyes opened, she found him knelt beside her, eyes wide with desire.
"You're not human, are you?"
She barely managed to shake her head while shivering. She could feel the cramps now, and if she didn't take care of it soon, she would pass the point of no return.
"Fuck."
He inhaled sharply, eyes glowing brighter.
"You smell..."
She knew that suppressants were only going to do so much now, her body sensed a viable mate and it seemed she would have to give in to her baser self.
Though, it didn't hurt that the specimen before her was most certainly satisfactory.
"Please, help me. It hurts." She whined, tearing at her clothes desperately.
She felt so hot, a fire burning her everywhere. When he placed a hand on her arm, she moaned instinctively and felt a small sense of instant relief.
He looked toward her, the vein on his jaw pulsing as he clenched and unclenched his teeth.
"Are you sure?"
She grabbed his hand, shoving it lower as she nodded, pouting in frustration.
He took that as his sign and surged down toward her, pulling her deep into a passionate kiss.
His lips were soft but commanding, pulling gasps from her as he worked his tongue past her lips. He massaged at her tongue with his own and suckled on it lightly, before pulling back and nibbling on her bottom lip.
It was everything she needed and yet entirely not enough. Her hands roved over him desperately attempting to pull him impossibly closer.
He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth, moving down to a spot behind her ear that had her moaning out loud.
He nipped at it gently, nuzzling against her hair while his hands moved over her underwear, pants long forgotten somewhere around them.
The Hunter slid his middle finger up and down her slit, putting pressure near the top where she needed more.
She whimpered with need, almost thrashing around from the overwhelming sensations that brought her relief while simultaneously being not enough. He chuckled at her neediness, and she felt a sense of embarrassment wash over her.
He kissed his way down past her collarbone, sliding her shirt off and baring her to him completely, he nipped at the side of her breast and continued downward.
As he peeled her underwear back his eyes sparkled at the sight of her glistening pussy. Groaning, his breath blew puffs of air onto her sensitive lips, causing her to clench around nothing.
Lowering his face to her core, he licked a tentative stripe up her slit. Moaning at the taste, he dove in like a man starved. Licking into her so enthusiastically, she could swear she saw stars.
Alternating between fucking her little hole with his tongue and sucking and nibbling at her sensitive clit, he had her writhing about in minutes.
Frankly, it was embarrassing.
"God... You taste heavenly."
"Shut up."
He grinned up at her like the Cheshire cat from his place between her legs, sending a shiver up her spine.
As his tongue continued its exploration of her, he added a finger, pumping in and out of her at a torturous pace. Her breathing got heavier, and the coil in her belly got tighter. Her fingers tugged at his hair, tangling in the strands. Pathetic mewls escaped her mouth.
"i-I'm close" She breathed, eyes rolling back.
"C'mon sweetheart, give it to me." He mumbled into her skin, a shit-eating grin on his face.
He added a second finger, scissoring them inside her and found a spongey little spot that made her let out a noise like a wounded animal. He huffed a laugh and continued bullying the spot relentlessly.
She saw stars as she crested over, a shiver running from the top of her head down to her toes. Even as the sensations got too much, he didn't let up.
She kicked at him, attempting to shove him off. But his mouth stayed plastered to her mound, licking and sucking and nipping indiscriminately.
His fingers did not stop their assault on her poor abused hole, still fucking into that little spot that had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt an odd sensation building in her tummy.
"Wh-wait! It feels-"
She tried to push him off, but he shushed her and kept going. The feeling grew bigger and rolled higher, and she wailed as she felt her orgasm crash over her in violent waves, shaking her body and causing her to curl in on herself.
When the feeling finally subsided after what seemed like forever, she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath.
It wasn't until he looked up from between her legs, beard wet and grin wide that she'd realised what had happened. She squirted.
She opened her mouth to apologise but another cramp hit her, and she knew her heat wasn't done.
He looked over her as if checking she was alright. He locked eyes with her and gave her a questioning look, she smiled back at him lazily and nodded.
Pulling her up, he looped his arms under her knees and shoulders, carrying her to his bed.
He wasted no time, lining himself up with her entrance. She got a proper look at him for the first time, and God, he was thick.
He was a good length, enough that she knew she'd feel him inside her for a bit. But his girth was ridiculous, so thick that she most certainly would not be able to wrap her hands around him fully.
A tingle of fear shot through her and she worried if he'd fit or rip her apart. As she looked into his eyes and saw the hunger in them, she decided that she didn't mind going out this way.
He pushed into her in one go, and she felt her breath stop in her throat. She could feel all of him just nestled past her entrance, the heat emanating from him elicited a low moan from her. The stretch was intense, the burn travelling through her nerves, but she could also feel the heat of the pleasure from him pressing against her walls so deliciously.
He let out a long exhale as if reigning himself in for a semblance of self-control. He tried to look into her eyes, before fixating on a spot just above her head, a faraway look in his eyes.
Once the crazed look in his eyes softened somewhat, he began to move, sawing in and out of her.
Each drag of his length in and out, had him grinding against her clit perfectly. She felt the trembles of pleasure all over her body, and a heat in her ears from the sensations.
His chest pressed against hers, creating a wonderful sensation against her erect nipples. She gasped at the feeling arching her back in chase of the contact.
He grinned at her, enjoying the way he was destroying her fully.
As her orgasm built up in the base of her spine, he could feel her clenching around him harder and more sporadically.
Picking up the pace, he drove into her harder and faster, drawing out sounds of uh, uh, uh from her lips.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him, trapping him against her. Encouraged by the act, he brought his teeth to her ear and nibbled lightly, enough to have her driven mad by the slight pinch.
He brought his hand down between her legs and drew tight circles around her swollen bud.
That was the last thing she remembered before fireworks exploded beneath her eyelids, and she couldn't remember exactly when she had shut them.
An electrifying jolt shot through her and she felt the tingles all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.
She clenched down on him, drawing a grunt and as she felt him tremble above her she also felt his warmth spread between her legs, filling her up as he let out a low groan into her ear.
The sound shot straight to her pussy. As she came back down, she felt the feeling return in her legs and the ringing in her ears faded.
She opened her eyes and found him lying next to her just watching. He had questions in his eyes now, though the desire had subsided somewhat, though not a lot.
So she explained how she came from a long line of people who weren't ever quite right. How they all seemed to become more animal than human when they got angry, and how regular human spouses never lasted very long in her family.
She told him about her uncle and the horrors that came with her family the empire they had built, the mess that became of it all now in the wake of his death.
Then finally, she could barely look him in the eye when she told him that what had just happened was her heat, and they were now mated and she could not leave him, even if she wanted to.
Finally, she avoided facing him at all when she rushed out in one breath that she might be with child, and her heat was far from over.
She waited, holding her breath for a reaction. But the silence stretched out, so she turned to face him, a weight settling on her shoulders.
But as she looked into his eyes, she saw some hope in them.
"I understand heats and mating, I'm more animal myself most days;" He started, offering her something of a comforting smile.
"I just never believed there were others like me out there."
He smiled at her warmly then, and she felt a sense of relief. They'd be alright.
➤ pairing: AFAB reader x Sergei Kravinoff / Kraven
➤ warnings: Smut, predator/prey power play, mild kink if you squint (a little rusty so i'm just easing back into it)
➤ notes: it has been so long since i've felt the proper urge to write smut for a character and of course it has to be kraven *chef's kiss*
➤ more: masterlist | smut reblog blog
She thinks it must be fate, the way she practically fell into his trap. Their destinies tangled like a spider's web before they even breathed their first breaths. He was made for her as she was made for him.
She'd been barely old enough to be out there in those woods alone. Old enough that the judge declared she was no longer a ward of anyone. She was finally free.
Hopping on the first train out of there, she ended up somewhere in the mountains. After years of suffocating under someone else's thumb. Fresh air and green grass, that was all she wanted.
The mountains seemed perfectly idyllic and visions of her spending her days here flashed in perfect sequences before her.
Until she realised that she was woefully unprepared for the rough terrain and most definitely did not think her dumb little plan through.
Night fell quicker than she realised, leaving her shivering and struggling to find food. By some miracle, she had gotten the fire going before darkness fell but now the gurgle of her stomach was starting to echo.
Foraging was her plan, though she only knew brief notes of medicinal roots and herbs. Sustenance was slightly different. She'd trudged as far as the firelight touched to avoid losing her way.
Losing the spirit and gusto that so quickly drove her out here, dread and dispair began to take their place. A feeling rose up in her, souring her nose and wetting her eyes.
She was a fool, a silly little girl who honestly believed she could do something for once in her life.
About to lose all hope, something glinted in the moonlight in the corner of her eye, something that looked hopefully like a berry. Instinctively, she turned and stepped towards the glint.
Suddenly she was 10 feet in the air, trapped in a net of some sort and still frozen from shock. She was now caught in a trap.
A stupid, stupid trap that she was doomed to stay in until the hunter who set it up remembered to check on it or until she died of starvation.
Fortunately, luck seemed to be on her side tonight. A man emerged from the shadows, steps feather-light against the ground in practised movements. Shoulder-length dark hair that curled against his cheekbones, glowing yellow eyes that pierced through her soul, and the build of a hunter for sure.
The small glimmer of hope she'd felt at the sight of another soul, was quickly eclipsed by something much darker, and far more primal. For some odd reason, her gut told her that she was prey and she needed to run.
She was always very good at ignoring her instincts.
Her eyes scanned slowly, taking him in. Strong thick thighs, long arms lined with veins, and plump lips. She imagined what it would feel like to be caught in those arms, to sit upon those thighs and feel him tense beneath her.
He raised his eyebrow as he clearly caught her eyeing him, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. His eyes were now scanning her too in reciprocation.
Her breath hitched at the sight, and her chest rose and fell in rapid motion. She was a prey caught in a predator's trap.
Though not an entirely unwilling prey.
He approached slowly, eyes never leaving her's.
"Who are you?"
She was surprised to hear an American accent lilting in his voice, betraying his almost native grasp of Russian.
"Cut me down."
Her voice was clear and crisp, she hoped, betraying none of her nerves and trepidation.
His eyebrows raised once again before he stepped forward and lowered the trap to the ground.
It was almost unfair, how easily she followed him when he beckoned to her. The pathetically desperate way she almost tripped over herself to run after him, when he sped up.
It's just because she was afraid of being out there alone, purely for safety reasons. At least, that's what she told herself to ease the sting on her ego.
And how she really found herself beneath him, panting and wanting? Well, she was cold and he was a human heater of course.
"Faster, please." She whimpered pathetically, whining with every thrust he delivered.
His hips pistoned in and out of her poor puffy pussy, wetness dribbling out of her with every push.
"Is all this just for me?" He asked, voice lilting with arrogance.
He pulled back and spread her thighs wide, taking in the sight before him. Pink lips glistened with the evidence of what they'd just been doing, her mind absolutely blank of anything.
Dipping his head, he breathed in deeply, a growl emanating from his chest.
Fuck.
Licking a long stripe along her slit, he pressed deep into her cunt, fucking into her with his tongue. He wasn't just tasting her, he was devouring her.
As he laved on her clit, his fingers hooked into her. Noises of uh, uh, uh, left her breathless.
She could feel it building, cresting higher and higher. She was so close if she could just get him a little deeper.
As his fingers explored her, he found a spot that had her making a noise. A noise so vulgar, her flushed cheeks grew hotter.
Smirking, he ground his palm into her swollen clit and drove his fingers into that spongey spot repeatedly.
She let out a wail so loud, she was certain all the animals heard. Her vision spotting white and a continuous ringing in her ears.
"Jesus Christ."
He huffed a laugh as he sat back up, releasing her thighs from his grip.
"Turn over." He smacked her ass, still kneeling before her looking more like a beast than a man as his eyes seemed to glow.
Trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she propped herself onto her knees and lowered her arms to the bed. In this position, she almost felt like she was presenting herself to him, spread open for his taking.
She felt more than she heard him spit onto her, warm and wet. She clenched around nothing at the feeling.
Prodding at her entrance, he pushed into her warmth slowly, letting out a groan at the feeling of her walls squeezing him.
Her breath hitched at the fullness of it all and she swore she could feel him in her throat.
He pulled out so slowly, that she felt shivers run down her spine. He pushed back in harder, driving her up the bed.
A gasp left her as he sped up, pounding into her like his life depended on it. Kissing her cervix with every push in, it should have hurt, but all she felt was ecstasy.
As the stars rushed beneath her eyelids, she could feel that she was close again, but she needed a little bit more.
It seemed her beast-man could sense it too, and he brought his fingers down to draw tight circles around her clit.
Breathy high-pitched moans echoed in the dome, as she met her peak.
"Oh god, fuck. Yes, fuck."
She wasn't making sense anymore if she ever was. She clenched down on him, seizing up as waves of pleasure rolled over her.
In the vice grip of her cunt, he followed her over the cliff, grunting into her ear.
Lips pressed to the side of her head, he breathed into her hair as he came down from his orgasm.
As if the fog cleared, they looked at each other in a different light.
➤ pairing: AFAB reader x Sergei Kravinoff / Kraven
➤ warnings: Smut, predator/prey power play, mild kink if you squint (a little rusty so i'm just easing back into it)
➤ notes: it has been so long since i've felt the proper urge to write smut for a character and of course it has to be kraven *chef's kiss*
➤ more: masterlist | smut reblog blog
She thinks it must be fate, the way she practically fell into his trap. Their destinies tangled like a spider's web before they even breathed their first breaths. He was made for her as she was made for him.
She'd been barely old enough to be out there in those woods alone. Old enough that the judge declared she was no longer a ward of anyone. She was finally free.
Hopping on the first train out of there, she ended up somewhere in the mountains. After years of suffocating under someone else's thumb. Fresh air and green grass, that was all she wanted.
The mountains seemed perfectly idyllic and visions of her spending her days here flashed in perfect sequences before her.
Until she realised that she was woefully unprepared for the rough terrain and most definitely did not think her dumb little plan through.
Night fell quicker than she realised, leaving her shivering and struggling to find food. By some miracle, she had gotten the fire going before darkness fell but now the gurgle of her stomach was starting to echo.
Foraging was her plan, though she only knew brief notes of medicinal roots and herbs. Sustenance was slightly different. She'd trudged as far as the firelight touched to avoid losing her way.
Losing the spirit and gusto that so quickly drove her out here, dread and dispair began to take their place. A feeling rose up in her, souring her nose and wetting her eyes.
She was a fool, a silly little girl who honestly believed she could do something for once in her life.
About to lose all hope, something glinted in the moonlight in the corner of her eye, something that looked hopefully like a berry. Instinctively, she turned and stepped towards the glint.
Suddenly she was 10 feet in the air, trapped in a net of some sort and still frozen from shock. She was now caught in a trap.
A stupid, stupid trap that she was doomed to stay in until the hunter who set it up remembered to check on it or until she died of starvation.
Fortunately, luck seemed to be on her side tonight. A man emerged from the shadows, steps feather-light against the ground in practised movements. Shoulder-length dark hair that curled against his cheekbones, glowing yellow eyes that pierced through her soul, and the build of a hunter for sure.
The small glimmer of hope she'd felt at the sight of another soul, was quickly eclipsed by something much darker, and far more primal. For some odd reason, her gut told her that she was prey and she needed to run.
She was always very good at ignoring her instincts.
Her eyes scanned slowly, taking him in. Strong thick thighs, long arms lined with veins, and plump lips. She imagined what it would feel like to be caught in those arms, to sit upon those thighs and feel him tense beneath her.
He raised his eyebrow as he clearly caught her eyeing him, and his tongue darted out to wet his lips. His eyes were now scanning her too in reciprocation.
Her breath hitched at the sight, and her chest rose and fell in rapid motion. She was a prey caught in a predator's trap.
Though not an entirely unwilling prey.
He approached slowly, eyes never leaving her's.
"Who are you?"
She was surprised to hear an American accent lilting in his voice, betraying his almost native grasp of Russian.
"Cut me down."
Her voice was clear and crisp, she hoped, betraying none of her nerves and trepidation.
His eyebrows raised once again before he stepped forward and lowered the trap to the ground.
It was almost unfair, how easily she followed him when he beckoned to her. The pathetically desperate way she almost tripped over herself to run after him, when he sped up.
It's just because she was afraid of being out there alone, purely for safety reasons. At least, that's what she told herself to ease the sting on her ego.
And how she really found herself beneath him, panting and wanting? Well, she was cold and he was a human heater of course.
"Faster, please." She whimpered pathetically, whining with every thrust he delivered.
His hips pistoned in and out of her poor puffy pussy, wetness dribbling out of her with every push.
"Is all this just for me?" He asked, voice lilting with arrogance.
He pulled back and spread her thighs wide, taking in the sight before him. Pink lips glistened with the evidence of what they'd just been doing, her mind absolutely blank of anything.
Dipping his head, he breathed in deeply, a growl emanating from his chest.
Fuck.
Licking a long stripe along her slit, he pressed deep into her cunt, fucking into her with his tongue. He wasn't just tasting her, he was devouring her.
As he laved on her clit, his fingers hooked into her. Noises of uh, uh, uh, left her breathless.
She could feel it building, cresting higher and higher. She was so close if she could just get him a little deeper.
As his fingers explored her, he found a spot that had her making a noise. A noise so vulgar, her flushed cheeks grew hotter.
Smirking, he ground his palm into her swollen clit and drove his fingers into that spongey spot repeatedly.
She let out a wail so loud, she was certain all the animals heard. Her vision spotting white and a continuous ringing in her ears.
"Jesus Christ."
He huffed a laugh as he sat back up, releasing her thighs from his grip.
"Turn over." He smacked her ass, still kneeling before her looking more like a beast than a man as his eyes seemed to glow.
Trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, she propped herself onto her knees and lowered her arms to the bed. In this position, she almost felt like she was presenting herself to him, spread open for his taking.
She felt more than she heard him spit onto her, warm and wet. She clenched around nothing at the feeling.
Prodding at her entrance, he pushed into her warmth slowly, letting out a groan at the feeling of her walls squeezing him.
Her breath hitched at the fullness of it all and she swore she could feel him in her throat.
He pulled out so slowly, that she felt shivers run down her spine. He pushed back in harder, driving her up the bed.
A gasp left her as he sped up, pounding into her like his life depended on it. Kissing her cervix with every push in, it should have hurt, but all she felt was ecstasy.
As the stars rushed beneath her eyelids, she could feel that she was close again, but she needed a little bit more.
It seemed her beast-man could sense it too, and he brought his fingers down to draw tight circles around her clit.
Breathy high-pitched moans echoed in the dome, as she met her peak.
"Oh god, fuck. Yes, fuck."
She wasn't making sense anymore if she ever was. She clenched down on him, seizing up as waves of pleasure rolled over her.
In the vice grip of her cunt, he followed her over the cliff, grunting into her ear.
Lips pressed to the side of her head, he breathed into her hair as he came down from his orgasm.
As if the fog cleared, they looked at each other in a different light.
