Movie with a trash little little bb girl who is a man in his 30-40s who needs a job, and has a difficult relationship with his child/sibling. Then gets a job as a night guard and everything seems fine, until the night, when the inanimate objects come to live and get quirky. But eventually understand each other and team up to stop the bigger evil.
Warnings: Hide and Seek, Begging, Dom Lucifer, Dom/Sub, Lucifer is like the Big Bad Wolf, Chasing, Closet Sex, Lucifer Calls Himself Daddy, Light Daddy Kink, Grace Play
Words: 2,782
Lucifer wants to play a game.
“You’re so small, you know that?” He mused softly as she sat at the table in the library. “It’s amazing how many monsters you’ve killed, I would never have guessed you’d be so feisty.” Her head perched up from the book she was reading, top teeth chewing on her lower lip as she attempted to create a coherent reply.
“Are you trying to insult me?” She asked, the pencil almost snapping in half with the pressure she placed on it to keep control.
Lucifer stopped his pacing around the table to grab a chair and sit in it backwards.
“You think I’m insulting you?” His eyes almost flashed at the mere idea of offending her. Yes, he’d tease but he’d never outright insult unless provoked. Her response was an eye roll. She’d been babysitting the actual Devil for four days now and it just keeps getting worse. Anytime she’d make food he’d move it, completely change it to something she hated; he’d hide her clothes or change the size so they were too small; just this morning he hid all the towels as she got out the shower, including her robe so she had to hide in the bathroom and yell for him to cut the crap and give her stuff back so she could start her day, damn it.
Eventually he conceded, on the condition she stop watching him like a hawk. She refused, of course. But now, in the almost silent library with the only sound being her handwriting on paper, the air felt thick.
Almost suffocating.
“You seem tense,” he stated.
“And you seem annoying.” Was her quick reply.
Lucifer gave a small chuckle at that, she was so fun to poke and prod at. He was almost tempted to use his grace on her, just to tease her and gage her reaction. Standing to his full height, he walked behind her, placing his arms on both her sides. He could hear her heartbeat fastening and could sense her body heating up at the mere closeness. Lifting a hand, he slowly maneuvered it up her right arm before find its way into her hair.
She did her best to not give him a reaction, trying so hard to focus on her research as his dull nails gently scratched her scalp. Slowly his left hand reached up to the side of her neck, gently cupping her throat as he leaned down to sniff her hair, noticing the way her breathing hitched and pulse raced, her eyelids fluttering.
He moaned softly as he inhaled her shampoo, moving towards her ear.
“I can’t wait to break you.”
Lucifer’s forked tongue gently licked the shell, his grip tightening on her throat before he turned her around and once again stood at full height. He gave a smirk, “Tell me,” his hands went back to his pockets before he crouched to his knees in front of her, “what exactly would a girl like you be into?”
Her head was swimming in subspace already, as much as she tried to fight it. Her hands gripped the arms of the chair as she tried to remain calm. “I don’t need to tell you that,” she spat. She shook her head softly, trying to keep her thoughts as clean a slate as possible if he was gonna try digging for fun.
All he could do was smile at her resilience, this made it so much more fun; watching her fight her desire as he broke down each one of her defenses with just the smallest push. His large hands went to her knees, and as much as she tried to keep her legs closed he had no problem ripping them open so he could see up her skirt. “Oh, you poor little thing,” he mocked, placing his head between her legs before she could even try to push him away, his teeth gently pressing on her clothed clit.
Her gasp and grasp on his hair merely stirred him on as she tried to pull him away, tried to move as his hands once again found themselves holding her in place.
“Lucifer, please, don—“ a hum caused her to squeal as she continued to try and fight him, her face stained in blush and her pussy so wet she was embarrassed by just how aroused she was. He was barely even doing anything, licking around her clothed clit gently as he placed open mouth kisses against her wetness and licking the wet spot forming.
“You’re such a bad little girl,” he murmured. “Whatever shall I do with you?” Tears formed at the corner of her eyes as he tortured her swollen clit with gentle caresses. Before she could even process she found herself straddling his face with his hands wrapped around her wrists so she couldn’t move. Against her will she found herself grinding against his tongue and teeth, desperately attempting to find her high as he growled against her, tightening his grip on her small wrists as she’d fight him trying so hard to break free.
“Oh, that’s right, little one,” he could be heard from under her skirt from where he laid on the library floor. “Cum on daddy’s face, come on.” He continued to work at her, her moans echoing throughout he sucked harshly on her clit. Lucifer’s hands wrapped themselves against her thighs so that normally, a human would be gasping for air but this was an angel— the Devil— and he was gonna make her cum no matter what.
“Lucifer, please-“
“Oh, I love hearing you beg.”
“I’m gonna cum, I can’t take it, it’s too much—“
“Too bad.”
And with that he firmly ground her pussy into his face and growled, sending vibrations and waves of pleasure throughout her body and she let out a sob-like moan, desperately trying to lift her hips as he eagerly and hungrily lapped up her juices. Lucifer laid her down on the floor and pinned her wrists, watching the aftershock of her orgasm with a self-satisfied smirk. He hummed softly before grinding his hard cock against her swollen, still clothed pussy that was just oh so sensitive.
“Oh, my, Princess,” the nickname sliding off his tongue as she squirmed against his body. “You really are a fighter.” He watched her glazed eyes, eyeing her expression as he started to hump against her, his cock still in his jeans as he let out a low groan. She let out a whine as he rubbed himself against her core.
“I can’t believe how wet you are, just for me? You like my big, strong hands holding you down against your will? You like my body pressing into yours and making it so you can’t escape?” His hips moved fast against her as he spoke against her lips, her head moving away as if to hide but he used his grace to keep her wrists down and one hand went to her throat and the other to grip her face.
“You like me taking you.” Lucifer smiled, she could deny it all she wants but her body accepted him like it was nothing. “You like me making you moan and whimper,” another moan escaped his lips but he could do this all day. Her body thrashed under his pathetically, her legs trying so hard to escape as he sucked a nice, big hickey into her neck with a noticeable bite mark causing her to whine loudly at the contact. He let out a deep, dark moan that caused her to echo it as his eyes closed before opening and flashing red.
“Would you let to play a game, little one?” Lucifer whispered, edging her closer to her second orgasm faster than she’d realized as he halted his movements, smirking as she whined at the loss of contact.
“Game…?” She stuttered, now moving in desperation for him to continue.
He loved watching her fight back and forth on what she wanted and knew she’d willingly submit eventually. He hummed in response, taking in her messy makeup and hair, the way her clothes seemed to cling to her more now that she was completely aroused and at his mercy. Moving down to her ear once more, the closeness making her moan unintentionally as he couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction.
“I’m going to let you go,” a short breathe was released beneath him. “And I want you to try and hide from me, run as fast as those legs can carry you and if I catch you..” He knew he would, “I’m going to ravage you like the little fucking slut you are.”
And with that, she scrambled from the floor, running as fast as she could as he gave her a head start, walking behind her at his normal pace. Her footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the bunker as she tried to find anywhere to hide.
“Where are you, little girl?” Lucifer sang, his usual smirk plastered to his face. He knew exactly where she was, but she didn’t need to know that just yet. “You don’t want to play with daddy anymore? Is that why you’re hiding?” From where she stood in a closet, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was gonna jump out of her chest, she bit her lip at the nicknames. He had to stop or he was gonna find her quicker than anticipated. She wondered how much of his powers he was using or if he was just getting lucky.
His footsteps got closer, his hand jiggling the clearly unlocked door of the room she was hiding in. “Little pig, little pig,” long legs strolled towards the bathroom. “Let me in, little pig.” She covered her mouth with both hands as he got closer. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be…” Lucifer continued to sing as he reached the closet door.
“Are you in there? I can certainly smell you,” she mentally cursed the arousal and orgasm running down her thighs as she tried to back further into the closet with no avail. Suddenly, everything went silent, all that could be heard was quiet breathing she couldn’t even see the shadow of his footsteps underneath the doorway. He couldn’t have left, that’d be too easy. She slowly inched towards the door, doing her best to be silent as she reached for the handle and
“Boo.”
Her right hand flew from her mouth as she jumped, nearly hitting him as she gasped loudly. His eyes glowed red through the darkness, her body pressed against the doorway as she desperately searched for the doorknob to escape. Lucifer firmly pressed himself against her, trapping her small frame underneath him once again.
“Look at what I caught,” his knee shoved her legs open again and he pressed his thigh right against her soaked panties. The Devil trailed his nose from her collarbone to her ear, inhaling her scent once again. “A little girl who likes to play with big, scary things; and now you’ve been caught with nowhere to go.” He moved to her other ear, continuing to whisper, “I think you like that I could kill you. How about your demons play with mine now?”
Lucifer waited for her reaction, pleased when he felt her body shiver and her aching cunt twitch against him.
“How often have you thought about me like this?” He asked, knowing the answer. He’d seen every thought she had of him, good and bad, every fantasy and he was determined to make it happen. Ghosting his lips against hers once again, teasing and watching her chase after him as he moved from her reach. It was like she was drunk, breathing him in as he was her. Her mind was so wrapped up in subspace and he thought it was just delicious. His large hands cupped her face, continuing to tease her as his glowing eyes stared at her closed ones before finally, finally closing the distance and pressing his lips against hers in a possessive manner, his forked tongue forcing its way into her mouth as he swallowed her moans.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. It was all he could think, his clothed erection squished against her belly before he wrapped her legs around his waist, a hand going to her hair and the other to her throat once again as his grace pinned her her wrists to the door. As she opened her eyes again to stare in awe, his sharp teeth bit her lower lip as she once again tried to squirm, this time in impatience and anticipation rather than trying to escape, even if it was for fun. Her mouth hung open and all she muster was, “all the better to embrace you with, my dear.” She didn’t even realize she’d said it as Lucifer growled against her, echoing her secret thoughts about his hands, his grip tightening around her throat. It was like he was the big bad wolf and he was going to devour her. His eyes bore into her soul, his cock free in an instant as he pushed her panties to the side.
He didn’t even give her time to think before he shoved himself inside, his hips bruising against her. Even if the Winchesters were home, he’d want her to be loud. To have them hear everything he was doing to her. She didn’t last long, but that wasn’t gonna stop him. His large hand left her throat, moving to her hip as he slammed into her. She continued to chant his name in prayer and his ego was bigger than ever. He was making her feel like this, he had his cock inside her and she was so, so wet for him. He knew she couldn’t think about anyone else if she tried and that spurred him on faster.
“My slut, my human.” At the rate he was going, the door should’ve collapsed at this point. She whined as he did what he wanted, taking what he wanted.
“D-“
“What?” He asked, his tone condescending. “‘Don’t stop’? ‘Don’t stop, Lucifer, I’m gonna cum’?” His put on his best whiny voice, mocking her, as the tears started to form and fall from her eyes as she struggled.
“Daddy,” she choked out, and his hips stopped inside her. His eyes glued themselves to hers as his quietly watched the panic rise in her eyes.
“What was that?” He whispered, the small light from the other room illuminating his face a bit, his expression neutral.
“I-I’m sorry, Luci-“ she tried to move again, but the hand on her hip grabbed her face.
“What did you just call me.” He repeated, she let out a short breath as the tears started to fall again. His tone was firm, and she was so close to her third or fourth orgasm at this point. Yeah, he’d call himself daddy earlier, but that was to tease her. It was much different hearing it from her own lips.
“D-daddy.” She swallowed, now more aroused than terrified that she’d angered him.
Lucifer barked out a laugh, continuing his harsh pace once again as her legs began to move from his waist. “Oh, you dirty fucking whore!” He watched her intently, very much enjoying her submission. Her face was red and her body was covered in bruises due to him, and she liked it. His thrusts moved from sharp and quick to deep as he continued to mock her. “You humans surprise me every day, you especially! To think! You enjoy being humiliated and abused! By me!”
The idea sent him soaring as she clenched around him once again. The idea thrilled him as she broke down, continuing to plead to him as he thought of all the ways she could worship him, and was going to worship him, after this.
“Oh, my sweet girl,” he chuckled softly. “Let me hear that pretty voice, tell Daddy what you want.” While as amused as he was, he couldn’t help but groan at the name, the feelings it brought over him. He was already possessive but this, this was something darker.
“Are you gonna cum on Daddy’s cock again, little girl? Hm?” She nodded, quickly answering with, “yes, sir!” wanting so badly to touch him as she came for a final time, his hips finally giving out as he came inside her. Lucifer groaned loudly as he spilled himself inside her, calling her name as he pulled out and some of his seed began to spill. Her vision was hazy as he let her go from her invisible restraints, holding her to him on the floor.
“Oh, I knew playing with you was going to be so much fun.”
summary: when the rebellion struck, in-ho made sure you were protected from his men. but when the plan was futile, he realised that there was more risks and dangers at hand and now, he had to protect you from the most brutal game.
“y/n, i’m gonna need you to stay here.” in-ho instructed as he led you by your hand back to jun-hee and hyun-ju.
“but-”
he shot you a stern look. “it’s not safe for you to come with us.”
you looked back and forth between the rebeliion team and in-ho.
he could sense your uncertainty and hesitation, but he knew he was left with no other option. in-ho wanted nothing more but to have you by his side as he followed his team to infiltrate the facility but he knew that it would get messy if they reached the controlroom. he would have to make difficult choices to keep his identity hidden from gi-hun.
“i’ll come and get you once i make sure that it’s safe, i don’t want you to get hurt, y/n.” he said, it sounded as if he was almost pleading.
you nodded.
in-ho sighed, pulling you into his embrace as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
then, he looked at hyun-ju. “keep her safe.” he ordered causing her to gulp, immediately complying.
when you pulled away, you had tears in your eyes and in-ho’s gaze softened. he brought his hands to cup your face, bending down to meet your eyes. “hey, remember what i said? i will do anything to keep you out of harms way, and i mean it. we’re going to get out of here.”
“i know.” you gave him a small smile and he beamed.
“good girl.”
with one last goodbye, he was gone, fighting for the greater good.
hyun-ju’s team had joined you, sitting around your bed as everyone waited expectantly, eyes all glued to the door.
on the other side of the room, player 100 had his eye on you. he knew that in-ho was the strongest out of all the players in the room, it would be foolish to go one up against him. but now, he’s found in-ho’s weakness. with him gone, the old man was confident that he could gain the upperhand.
“ah, and they said romance is dead.” you heard geum-ja chuckle as the team laughed with her.
your face flushed in embarrassment, hiding your face as the conversation continue.
“oh don’t be embarrassed!” hyun-ju added, “i haven’t seen such a pure form of love in a long time, especially in a place like this.”
“i only wish my son could find this love before his time runs out.” the old lady joked as her son playfully nudged her.
“he really is something.”
two hours had gone by and you had fallen asleep on jun-hee, worn out from the events of the day.
suddenly, the door opened.
you perked up in an instant, eyes searching for in-ho, but it was only dae-ho.
the boy was in a state of panic as he scurried to the bodies of the guards, searching every one of their pockets for something.
upon a closer look, you realised that he was collected gun ammo. it instantly clicked that the team was running low and needed the extra help.
as dae-ho gathered the last of the ammo, he suddenly halted.
he was scared.
slowly, he backed away from the door, heading back to his bunk. you shot up from your bed, running to his side, kneeling on the ground as you grabbed his shoulders.
“what’s wrong? is the team okay?”
but you recieved no response.
the look on his face was distraught. he was covered in sweat and blood, his hands were trembling and his breathing uneven.
“dae-ho…” you tried once more. “give the ammo to me, i’ll go.”
dae-ho slowly turned his head towards you. he took the bag of ammo from beside him and placed it in your hands.
“hey, you did good.” you tried to comfort him, but he was too far gone to register anything you had said.
with the goods in hand, you dashed across the room, ignoring the shouts of hyun-ju.
but just as you reached the door, a familiar face came through. it was in-ho.
you gasped, throwing yourself into his arms as you let out a sigh of relief. but there was something off, he was alone.
“where’s everyone else?”
“i-i couldn’t save them, y/n.” he admitted, voice dropping low.
you heard soft sobs as he buried his head into your neck.
your heart dropped, your friends didn’t make it back.
that night, in-ho couldn’t sleep. he had you laying down on him as he insisted, hand running through your hair as you laid there awake in his presence.
“i told myself no matter what, i’d have to come back to you.” he broke the silence, he could feel you shift on his chest. “i didn’t care if made it back in one piece or not, i just had to find you.”
“i’m glad you’re safe.” you told him. “i don’t think i could ever leave this place without you.”
he chuckled.
“i’m sorry about the team, young-il. i knew how much they meant to you.”
he tensed up, looking down at you he felt a pang in his heart. in-ho wasn’t sure if it was anger or guilt but it made him uneasy.
“get some sleep, tomorrow isn’t gonna be pretty.”
the next day, the next game was introduced.
hide and seek.
you felt the anxiety rising in your chest as the masked guards explained the rules of the game.
“each player will step up and draw a color from the gumball machine; you will be given either blue team or the red team. those in blue team will be the hiders, while those in red will be the seekers.”
it couldn’t be that simple.
when your number was called, your feet patted towards the gumball machine.
you shut your eyes as the pang of the ball dropped onto the metal.
red.
you took your stand with the other players in the red team, watching as in-ho’s number was called next.
although you weren’t able to see the color he had gotten, you knew from the look on his face that it wasn’t good.
in-ho turned to you, slowly moving to the opposite side of the room where the blue team stood, sending chills down your spine.
“now that every player has been assigned a color, i will explain the rules of the game… as hiders, you are all given keys to which you can unlock doors. you will need to search for the exit with your keys before the timer runs out. and as for the red team, we have a special present you too-”
then, you were handed a sleek black box. with shaking hands, you took the lid off but nothing could have prepared you for what was in it.
a knife.
“-with the knives we have given you, you will need to find a player from the opposite team and eliminate them before they escape or before the timer runs out. if you fail to eliminate a player, you will be eliminated ”
you locked eyes with in-ho, he was already looking at you. for once throughout the whole series of games you have gone through with him, you saw a glimpse of fear in the man’s face.
“you will now have five minutes to swap teams with another player if they accept.”
in-ho immediately pushed past the crowd and found his way to you, pulling you away from everyone else.
“fuck.” he cursed under his breath as he ran a hand through his hair. “i knew it couldn’t be that simple.”
“young-il, you have to find a safe place to hide.”
he couldn’t believe it, even in such a circumstance you were still thinking of his safety first. it made him weak in the knees.
then, he thought of an alternative.
“y/n, sweetheart, you have to swap teams with me.”
“wh-what?”
“swap teams with me. i don’t want this game to ruin you.”
in-ho was right. up till now, you haven’t laid a single finger on anybody. the games were brutal enough to take the lives of so many others, never once did you think of taking more away.
you gulped, “what are you gonna do?”
“don’t worry about me, i’ll find a way. you just have to hide yourself away for a few minutes. i’ll look for you and we’ll find the exit together.”
you looked at him with uncertainty. part of you feared that he wouldn’t be able to find you before someone got to you, but the other was skeptical of how he was going to ensure he himself didn’t get eliminated.
“please, y/n.” in-ho’s lips quivered as he persisted. “i promise i’ll protect you.”
so you swaped bibs, he handed you his key and you your knife.
“if anything happens- you’re in any trouble, call out for me.” in-ho said as the countdown reached its limit. “i’ll see you soon, sweetheart. be careful, okay?”
“you too.” you muttered and he smiled.
“the game will now commence. hiders will be given a two minute head start.”
a loud song blared from the speakers, you flinched. then you ran, putting the most distance you could from the red team.
the place was a headache and a maze, the starry nightlights above you made your head spin with each turn you took.
you must have been too occupied trying to unlock the various doors because the next thing you knew, screams echoed down the corridors.
the game had begun.
you just had to stay hidden until in-ho came looking for you you thought to yourself.
you didn’t know how much time had passed but you were carefully pacing around the maze, peeping at every turn before you took a step.
on the other hand, nam-gyu and myung-gi were going beserk after taking thanos’ leftover pills. they were like savage animals hunting down any prey in sight.
“pst, hey, mg coin look.” nam-gyu whispered to myung-gi as he pointed to your figure down the hallway. “isn’t that player one’s girl?”
“she alone?” myung-gi asked, yanking his knife out of the chest of a player who was left to bleed out on the ground beneath them.
“yeah, i think so.”
the duo crept up behind you, laughing amongst themselves as they drew their knives.
but as they were a mere few feet away from you, you heard a squeak from one of their shoes. adrenaline shot straight through you as you wasted no time, running as fast as your feet could take you as the two pursued.
“where are you going, girl? we just wanna have some fun!” you heard nam-gyu call out behind as you kept your eyes forward.
every second of getting away from the two felt like eternity.
when you took a turn, you ran straight into a bright green door. it was locked.
fumbling with your key, you tried to shove it into the keyhole but it didn’t fit. the game master had set you up to fail.
the shape of the keyhole was a triangle, but as you looked down at your key, you found the shape to be a circle.
“there you are!”
you jumped, turning your back to the door as nam-gyu and myung-gi stalked closer. with nowhere to run, you were trapped.
“oh look at her, she’s shaking!” nam-gyu taunted, his breath fanning your face as he inhaled sharply. “you smell that? that’s fear.”
myung-gi watched as you struggled helplessly as nam-gyu ran his knife down your face, then arm, then stomach as he faked sympathy.
with your demise closing in on you, you decided to risk giving away your location. you sucked in a deep breath, then with all your might you yelled, “young-il, help-”
nam-gyu’s hand slammed down onto your mouth, silencig you. “you bitch, i was going to take my time with you but now…i’m gonna make you die a painful death.”
suddenly, a yelp came from behind the man holding you down.
his attention was pulled away as myung-gi was flung to the end of the hallway, his body limp against a wall.
it was in-ho.
“step away from her.” you could recognise that voice anywhere.
“mr. knight in shining armor, you here to save your girl?” nam-gyu laughed. “she seems to be having fun with me though.”
you tried to call for in-ho but it only came out as a muffled cry.
your voice broke in-ho, the pain and agony in it made him tighten his grip around his knife as he lunged at the junkie, dodging his swipes as he pulled him off you.
in-ho threw a punch at nam-gyu’s face, causing him to stumble back. but he didn’t stop there, in-ho attacked the man at every angle, slicing his skin open as the floor pooled with blood.
your eyes widened at the violence that unfolded right in front of you, love could drive a man crazy.
when in-ho was done with him, he ran to you but you were too far disassociated.
“y/n, can you hear me? are you hurt?” he traced the cut on your face, wincing at it as if it hurt him, not you. “oh, honey, i’m so sorry i didn’t get here fast enough. i’m sorry…”
in-ho knew he fucked up.
at that moment, he didn’t care for the game. he scooped you up in his arms as if you weighed nothing, carrying you through the maze.
what was strange was that he seemed like he knew exactly where he was going, turning confidently at each junction.
then he reached a door, he shifted his weight, using a hand to take the key from your hands and effortlessly unlocked the door.
“stay with me, y/n, we’re almost there.” he murmured as he pushed the door open with his feet, he made sure that he wasn’t followed before stepping through.
up a few flights of steps, in-ho whispered sweet nothings into your ear, comforting you. walking through one last door, you found yourself back in the main quaters of all the players.
it was different without the players there, it almost felt comforting and safe. scanning the room, your eyes landed on a figure slumped against the cool metal of the bunk beds.
-> Summary: On a dare from your friends, you search the woods surrounding the city of Detroit for the infamous werewolf.
-> Pairing: Werewolf Android! Connor x Human Fem! Reader
-> Rating: 18+
-> WC: 5.2k
-> Warnings: blood, violence, tension, abo dynamics (from connor), knotting, claws, monster! Connor (but still mostly human looking) smut, kissing, biting, Connor’s claws cut r but she likes it, eating out in both places, r is mentioned to have smaller boobs but I think it’s only mentioned once, love at first sight (kind of), mdni
-> Notes: this is my first abo fic, and it’s actually more werewolf! Connor and not abo in the sense that no other android/humans have an abo designation lol. If you’re not into this sort of thing, don’t read it. And no I do not care if the geographical stuff (like the cave) is wrong. Anyways, please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed! not proofread
The rickety branches of the sprawling trees above creak in the howling wind. There was a sense of unease in the forest tonight, as if it was being disturbed, seen by unworthy eyes. And it was.
You shouldn’t be here.
You don’t belong in these woods, surrounded by wary glowing eyes of critters in the shrubs and encased in a barrier of twenty foot tall trees. And yet, here you are.
Searching for the “monster in the woods”, as your friends so eloquently put. Brent and Josie, your best friends, had dared you to search the forest outskirting the city of Detroit.
The monster? A seven foot tall werewolf, if the cryptid websites were to be believed.
Let’s hope they’re wrong, you think.
Your hands have long since become numb in the chilled Autumn breeze, and you can just barely see your breath billowing in front of your lips. It curls up like smoke from a dragon, before you can no longer see it due to the dark sky. You flick your little flashlight to the left, the light illuminating a pair of glowing eyes — before they suddenly disappear.
What the fuck? Just a rabbit…, you hope to yourself.
A branch snaps behind you, and you whirl around, coat flaring out at your sides. You beam the flashlight every which way, but you don’t see anything of note.
A burst of wind tickles the back of your neck, hot like steam.
Wait, hot?
You lunge forward, but you hit a rock and tumble to the cold forest ground. You hit your stomach hard, and quickly scramble to your back to see what was breathing down your neck.
Your eyes sweep across a chest and strong arms that end in clawed hands, and then — you suck in a sharp breath. Strong jawline, full lips, and an aquiline nose. Eyes that seem to glow in the dark. You can’t see much else due to limited light, but you know one thing. This is the werewolf that haunts the woods.
And he’s beautiful, devastatingly so.
“Why are you here?” A deep voice, raspy from disuse, cuts through the silent night.
You gulp, mouth suddenly as dry as cotton balls.
“I-I… are you… going to kill me?” You ask.
You notice a blue circle flick to blood red on the side of his right temple. An illuminated circle that looks strangely familiar to the androids — the ones that chose to keep them after the revolution, back in the city. But this man — creature? — couldn’t be an android, could he?
“Kill you?” He tilts his head to the side. “No… no. Not unless you give me a reason to.”
His voice hardens at the end of his speech, and he spreads his legs apart more, ready for a battle.
“Why are you here?” He questions.
You cautiously stand on unsteady legs, “To… to find you, and looks like I have.”
A snarl curls his lip, and you hear a low mechanical noise coming from his throat, almost like a growl? He launches at you, so fast you have no time to react. In a second, you’re on the ground again, pinned down by the strong legs and arms of this man. So close, you can see the glow of his eyes. Like burning amber, they lure you in. You can also smell him; He smells like a breeze that blows through the surface of a lake, and you find that you don’t… hate it. His hair is shaggy, down to his shoulders and hanging like a curtain between you.
His fingers grip your throat, claws digging into the delicate sides. You can barely breathe, and your fight or flight instincts kick in. You choose to fight. Your legs kick out as best they can pinned by this man, and you bring your hands to his broad shoulders, pushing and pushing. He doesn’t budge, only digs his claws in deeper. You feel blood drip down the side of your neck, leaving a hot trail.
“P-Please!” You barely get out, fingers clawing uselessly at his hands. Something flickers within those amber eyes, and his grip loosens, slightly.
“Who sent you?!” He growls, low within his throat.
“What?! Just… my friends!” You cry, tears biting into your cheeks. He’s not making any sense, but nothing is really making sense to you right now.
“Don’t lie!”
“I’m not! M-My friends w-wanted me to - to see if the m-monster in the woods was real!” You barely manage to get your words out, vision dotting around the edges. You suppose, if you are to die, dying at the hands of a hot man would be your ideal way. Just when you think you’re going to pass out, the werewolf releases his grip. Air rushes to your lungs, and you suck in greedily. It burns, but you don’t care. You could have died!
The werewolf examines you, eyes glowing… beautifully in the moonlight. You gaze back, smoldering in anger and… desire? He leans in, a furrow between his brows, wrinkling the skin there. You have an impulse, that you just barely manage to control, to smooth your finger over the area.
His LED goes back to blue, and he grunts as he gets off you, offering his hand to help you up. You debate flipping him off, but you don’t. He pulls you up without much struggle.
“What’s your name?” You ask, brushing leaves off your ass and coat.
“Connor.”
Not much of a talker, you muse.
You state your name in reply, and the two of you stand in awkward silence.
“Your… friends told you to find me? Why?”
You start to say something, but a shiver wracks through you, and you can see his LED flare red at the movement. His eyes scan your form.
“You’re cold?”
You nod, rubbing your hands together in an attempt to get feeling back. The werewolf, Connor, gently takes your hand, and he starts leading you deeper into the woods. You should feel scared, but you don’t. Your heart isn’t racing anymore, and you feel calm. Like you’ll be safe with him.
“Where are we going?”
Connor’s brown hair reflects in the moonlight, the glow surrounding him like a halo.
He looks like an angel.
“I have a house, you’ll be warm. Safe.”
You quirk a brow even though he can’t see, “A house? Here? How has no one found you?”
He’s silent the rest of the way, soon leading you into the mouth of a cave. It’s dark, and you shuffle closer to the tall man. Connor releases your hand, cold sweat breaking down your forehead at being alone — but then, light.
“This is hardly a house,” you snipe.
“It’s been my home for more than four years; I’m sure you’ll manage for one night.”
Connor kneels in front of a fire pit, the rising flames illuminating the cave walls and the man in front of you. Warmth seeps into your bones, and you almost let out a moan at how delicious it feels. While you get heated up, you take in Connor, who has once again turned to face you.
His tall form is clarified from the firelight. His hair is brown, falling to his shoulders in luscious waves that make the tresses look silky soft. Your fingers twitch, itching to run the appendages through the hair.
Continuing down, his chest is broad, with sparse black hair on his pectorals, running down his stomach. The hair under his bellybutton trails down, down, down to… oh fuck, he’s very naked. And very endowed.
That’s fine, totally fine. Nothing I haven’t seen before, you think, but it feels different this time. And you’re not sure why. For now, you’ll just ignore his lack of clothing.
The werewolf is silent in your perusal, and you’re extremely curious, so you continue. His thighs are thick, hairy, and his feet are clawed. Other than that, along with his wicked sharp fingernails, he looks almost… normal.
Your eyes skid to his, surprised to see them boring so intently on your form, as well. You’re not naked, and your thick jacket hides much of your body, but that doesn’t seem to stop Connor.
You cross your arms, inching backwards to the entryway. Connor shifts forward.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone about you, but you need to let me go,” you demand.
“It’s going to storm soon, best if you stay here.”
You quirk a brow, “And how do you know that?”
Connor smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners.
“I can smell much better than a normal android.” “How can I trust that?”
“I can smell the moisture in the air signaling rain coming, the perfume you’re wearing from here, the sweat on your neck, the mud and grime on your clothes, and the fact that you’re arou —.”
“Okay! I get it!”
Your body heats up more at the knowledge that he can smell it, and you shift from foot to foot. Why are you so attracted to him?
“Don’t you have any clothes?” You ask, sniffling.
“I have no use for such things,” he replies.
It’s gotten a lot colder in the cave, wind billowing inside and making the fire flicker. You half worry that the wind will blow it out completely.
Then, you hear it.
The pitter-patter of rain droplets, before it intensifies. Looks like Connor was telling the truth.
“If you won’t let me go, at least tell me what you plan on doing to me.”
Connor sits by the fire, placing his hands open palmed in front of it, even though he can’t feel temperature change.
“Nothing. When the weather clears, you’re free to go.”
“Just like that?”
Connor nods, sending you a tight lipped smile. His expression is solemn… like he doesn’t want you to leave. If he’s been here for a while, he must be lonely. You purse your lips.
“There’s a small spring further in the cave if you want to… wash off. You smell filthy.”
You bark a laugh, a bit offended, but finding it amusing nonetheless. You reach to your shirt, sniffing it and recoiling at the smell. Mud and twigs latch onto your pants and coat. You could definitely use a bath, but do you trust Connor enough to be that vulnerable when he’s around?
“Okay. Where is it?”
Your words surprise you, but in your heart you know he won’t do anything.
He stands, and without a word starts walking further into the cave before abruptly stopping, causing you to bump into his back.
“It’ll be dark. I forgot humans can’t see without light. Do you still have your flashlight?”
“No, I dropped it when you rushed me,” you mumble bitterly.
Connor grabs your hand, his large fingers curling around yours. He radiates warmth, and you shuffle closer.
“Will the water be cold?”
“No, this cave has an abnormal amount of geothermal heat the further in you go.”
You don’t speak after that, relying on Connor to guide you. It’s so dark, and so quiet, you can even hear the soft whir of Connor’s mechanisms in him. It’s strangely comforting, and subconsciously your fingers tighten around his hand. Connor stops, and you look ahead at the sight before you.
Moonlight streams through a small opening in the ceiling, highlighting a small spring that looks just deep enough to submerge your body. It’s beautiful. Your mouth parts in awe, having never seen something like this. Stalactites hang from the ceiling, just barely visible because of the light.
“Wow, would you look at that? It’s gorgeous.”
Connor smiles, releases your hands, and turns to face you.
“Yes, it is. I come here often to meditate. The smell of the water is soothing to me. Honestly, I haven’t seen much of the world, but it’s the only thing I find beautiful,” he shyly glances at you. “Until now, that is.”
You rove your eyes over him again, before stopping to look into his glowing eyes. You’re speechless at this moment, overcome with longing. Longing for what, though?
Connor seems disappointed when you don’t say anything, mouth turned into a little frown, and eyes seeming impossibly wider. Puppy dog eyes.
Which is fitting.
“I’ll bathe here, then,” you say, mentally facepalming. Where else would you bathe? But Connor seems pleased, nodding before heading back the way you both came. You inhale, before shucking off your clothes as fast as you can, and take a step into the water. It’s warm, and you groan at the sensation. It feels heavenly on your stiff muscles.
You scoop up some of the clear water, pouring it over your hair and sighing in bliss. You make sure to wash the dried blood from your neck, and under your arms and privates. You don’t know how long you stay in the water, long enough for your fingers to prune. Just as you’re about to get out you hear footsteps behind you, and you tense.
You turn your head so you can peer over your shoulder, hands coming up to cover your breasts. Connor stands at the edge of the spring, a furrow between his brows and a frown on his luscious lips.
“Are you okay? You’ve been here for a long time,” he asks.
You breathe a sigh, the tension leaving your shoulders. He’s just worried about you, which is much more appreciated than the thought that he was finally coming to off you. But somehow you know he would never do that.
“The water is relaxing.”
Connor nods.
“I suppose I should get out now, though. Could you turn around?” You say, voice barely above a whisper.
The android turns without a word. You get a delicious view of his taunt ass, and you smile at the mole that’s smack dab in the middle of his left cheek. You raise your foot on a ledge that juts out, but the water makes it so slippery, and you fall into the spring with a yelp.
Strong arms are around you in seconds, and your head breaches the surface. You gasp for air, fingers coming to rest on Connor’s broad shoulders.
“I’ve got you, relax!” He yells, pressing you tighter to him when you shake. Truthfully, the water isn’t deep enough for you not to reach the bottom, so you’re fine, and you don’t need Connor to hold you. But his arms feel so nice around you, and your heart is racing, and you can’t help but moan a little and arch into him. With how close he is, you can feel every inch of him. His strong thighs, chest, and his erect cock.
“I-I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be… be aroused, I just,” he fumbles, and tries to release you from his hold. But this feels like it was meant to happen, and you can’t deny the way he’s made your heart race with something since you’ve met him. You’re attracted to him, and you think he’s attracted to you, as well.
“It’s okay, I… liked it.”
You step from his arms, backing up a little. You note that you immediately miss his warmth and hard press against your soft body. Connor’s LED flashes yellow, and he tilts his head in that adorable fashion.
“You did? I thought — thought you were scared of me? Disgusted by me…,” he mumbles the last part, and whatever shell you had around your heart breaks.
Ever since he brought you here he’s been nothing but kind and considerate. He built you a fireplace, gave you shelter against the storm (even if you didn’t know it was going to storm. Thanks, weather app), and led you to the one place he finds beautiful. You might have been scared of him, but you never thought he was repulsive. It’s time you said that.
“Connor, I don’t know why but… I feel this pull to you. This connection. I may have been scared,” hurt flashes across his face. “At the start! But I never thought you were disgusting. In fact, I’m quite attracted to you…,” you’re mumbling by the end, embarrassed.
But Connor looks like you’ve hung the sun and the moon for him, and he steps towards you, and you think he’s going to kiss you. Instead, Connor wraps his arms around you, and squeezes you as tight as he can without breaking your bones. You feel tear drops hit your bare shoulder, his body shaking imperceptibly against you. Raising your hand to his hair, you gently stroke the strands, resting your forehead against his shoulder and giving the skin there a kiss. Connor leans back, staring into your eyes before slowly trailing to your parted lips. You lick them unconsciously, and Connor narrows in on the action, pupils blowing with lust.
You barely have time to breathe before he’s surging forward and capturing your lips with his. Vibrant colors burst behind your eyelids at the sensual strokes of his lips with yours.
His lips are soft, which would have surprised you had you not known that androids were built to imitate humans and what made them human. You press your lips firmer against his, moaning when Connor brings his large hand to encompass your small breast. He squeezes firmly, thumb running over your taunt nipples. Breaking from the kiss, you gasp for air.
“Connor, fuck!”
“Do you like that?” He whispers, LED yellow and eyes focused solely on you. He lowers his head further to your neck, running his nose on the slope of skin. He inhales your earthy scent, cock hardening even further. Was that even possible? Since he had laid eyes on you in the woods, stalking you from afar, he knew something was different about you.
You whine at his question, back arching. Water sloshes between you two, and it’s then that you remember you’re in the spring still.
“We sh-should get out,” you whisper, hands pressed to his shoulders. He nods, and within seconds you’re out of the warm liquid, and he’s leading you back to the fire. It hasn’t dimmed in the time away, and you notice an animal pelt on the ground. You must have missed that earlier.
Connor turns your head to look at him, and you lean up to kiss him. You can’t get enough of him; he’s everywhere all at once; His taste, his feel, his scent, washing over you and grounding you.
Swiping your tongue along the seam of his mouth, Connor grants you access. His mouth tastes like nothing, and you notice that his tongue has hard bumps on it, but they aren’t unpleasant. You tilt your head to the left, curiously running your tongue over those bumps.
Connor pulls away, heaving for breath even though he doesn’t breath, resting his forehead against yours.
“I was built for a specific purpose, but I never made it far enough to learn what that was before the revolution. They’re my sensors,” he explains, but you’re given no time to digest that information before he’s gently guiding you to the ground, and kneeling over you.
“S-Sensors?” You mumble, curving closer to him and his touch.
“I’m equipped with over a million sensors that give me real-time data, I’ll be able to taste everything that makes you, you.”
Oh god, you think, chest heaving at the thought. Your cunt clenches around nothing, and all you can think about is his thick tongue thrusting into you, tasting you. How much would he be able to taste?
“Connor, please… touch me,” you cry, trying to press your thighs together to relieve some of the ache growing in your core, but his knee stops you.
“Where… Here?” He says, running a featherlight fingertip across your collarbones, staring with his golden eyes into yours.
You notice that they’re mostly brown, but flecks of amber that seem luminescent glow within the depths. They momentarily distract you, luring you in like a moth to a flame.
Connor pinching your nipple snaps you out of it.
“How about here?”
His voice is so deep, so light, it fills your head and makes you float through the air, never wanting him to be silent. You’re dizzy, pussy soaking wet and aching for his touch.
“N-No, please, lower,” you sob, undulating against his knee which is pressed against your bare sex, but it’s not enough. No matter how you move your hips, press your folds and clit against his skin, it can’t quench your thirst.
Connor let’s out a dark chuckle, and you catch a glint of fangs before you’re lost to your lust again at the trail of his fingers down, down, down.
His fingers slide along your sticky folds, wet with your arousal. He parts the flesh, fingers teasing your opening. Connor’s finger dips just barely into your cunt, and you shake with such desire it’s almost palpable. You can feel his claw skirt gently against you, and although you know there is no way he could have his fingers in you with those claws, that doesn’t stop you from begging.
“Pleaseplease Connor!”
Connor tilts his head, shaggy hair dancing in his eyesight. He’s leaning against one forearm above your head, and you can see a cruel smirk on his face. Connor uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit. It’s so much, too much, and already you’re on that precipice — you want him to take you past that edge, past the cliff that you’re teetering over. Something that no man has been able to do before.
Connor can smell your arousal wafting from your cunt, and you smell so good and wet, he just wants to devour you. But not yet — he won’t give you that until you’re begging him to taste you.
“What do you need, love?” He murmurs in your ear, trying with all his willpower not to flip you around and breed you on his cock. He wants this to be about you, not him.
“Fuck, your tongue, your mouth, everything, taste me please,” you beg, eyes scrunched shut and hands fisted in your hair at the intense pleasure his thumb is giving you. But it’s not enough, you need to be filled. But one glance down at his erect cock and you know you won’t be able to take it without being stretched. And since his fingers are no use…
Your breathing stops when you notice a bulge at the base of his cock, on the top side. Those aren’t his balls, so what are they? Connor follows your gaze, and his chest rumbles in a laugh.
“My knot.”
“Your what?” You ask, a bit incredulous. Your head is swimming. He is so different from other androids, but even though he has so many unique qualities, none of them scare or disgust you. They just make you curious.
Connor, unfortunately, thinks the opposite. His LES flashes red, and he leans off you, bottom lip tucked between teeth.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s… unsightly. I don’t have to use it on you, if you don’t want to. I don’t even know if you can take it…,” he mutters.
“No! No, I want to, to feel all of you. I want you to give me everything. Please,” you whine. You breathe a small sigh of relief when his LED goes back to that beautiful blue.
Connor doesn’t wait, positioning himself between your legs and throwing your legs up and over his shoulders, lower half of your body raised so your twitching cunt is directly mouth level with him.
You watch as Connor just stares and stares and stares. Your cheeks burn, and you try and you shift in embarrassment.
“Don’t just s-stare,” you whisper, and his eyes hone in on you. He looks angry, and you gulp.
“Why shouldn’t I worship a work of art?”
Your heart stops at his words, overcome with such… happiness.
Connor dives in, using his tongue to lick through your folds. It feels strange, those bumps of his giving his tongue an even more rough feel than a humans, but you find that you don’t hate it. Connor groans loudly, whispering something reverent into your cunt, before he’s pressing you closer to his face, claws digging into the skin of your thighs. You can feel the sharp sting as they cut through your skin, but you don’t care. You like it. The cutting pain mingles deliciously with the pleasure his tongue is stealing from you, and you buck your hips against him — clit bumping into his nose at the action.
“Connor, Con, Con,” you beg, tears of rapture spilling down your hot cheeks. He ignores your pleas, focused only on bringing you to that edge and well past it, again and again.
He’s like a man starved, lapping and suckling, scraping his teeth against your clit. Connor licks at your folds and draws that sweet nectar from your core, and you almost die when his lips trail past your opening, and down to the puckered hole of your ass. No one has ever touched you there, but you aren’t nervous. You weren’t lying to Connor when you said you wanted everything he would give you.
The first flash of his tongue on your hole is strange, different.
The second is like an aphrodisiac.
And at the push of his thick muscle in the tight entrance, earth shattering.
“Oh god!”
Connor smirks cockily, and you can feel it against your skin. His tongue is lazily thrusting in and out, and he brings a hand up to rub your clit, occasionally dipping ever so delicately in your drenched opening. Your bundle of nerves is pounding like it has its own heartbeat, it’s so stimulated you’re not sure how much more you can take, all thoughts filled with the werewolf in front of you.
You come hard and fast, a steady pulsing in your clit as he keeps on circling it. It’s like he knew exactly when you were going to come undone, because one minute his tongue is inside your ass, and the next it’s inside your cunt, while your slick floods onto his mouth. You can see his eyes roll back in his head.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs into you, and you’re so overstimulated that you have to physically drag his face away from your cunt.
“Too much, too much,” you cry, but you can feel your pussy still clenching, still aching with the need to be ravaged by him.
Connor smiles warmly at you, bringing your fingertips to his lips to press hot little kisses against them. Your heart thumps faster, you feel so loved and cherished, and you know that should freak you out — you haven’t known this man for long, but you don’t. It feels right, perfect.
You’re overcome with the need for him, and — surprising both of you — you take your hand and snake it between the two of you, grasping his hot cock and aligning it with your entrance.
Connors’ eyebrows are raised, and he looks at you for confirmation.
“I’m sure, I want you. So bad, please,” you say.
Connor leans down, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that curls your toes.
“It might… hurt, tell me to stop if it does, and I’ll stop,” he says, and your heart swells at how much he cares. This whole time, it’s been about you — the fire, the spring, getting you off so many times before he even thought about his own pleasure…
You nod, and then Connor replaces your hand on his cock with his, and slides his cockhead up and down your slit, smearing the cum. He presses his hips forward, and his cock squeezes through the tight ring of muscle at your entrance. Already, his cock is splitting you open, and you can’t help but tense.
Connor, sensing your tight walls get even tighter, uses his thumb to rub circles into your clit, and bends to capture your left nipple into his mouth. He suckles the taunt bud, grazing his fang against the skin and grins when he can feel your walls relax, and a breathy moan leaves your plump lips. His cock slides in even more, and you cry out in pleasure when he pinches your clit.
“Keep going keep going, fuck fuck,” you whimper, eyes screwed shut. You plaster your hands on his biceps, bucking your hips to try and take more of him. Finally, after what feels like forever, he bottoms out inside you. Connor’s hips are flush with yours, and his fingers still against your bundle of nerves while you both take deep breaths.
He slides out half way, and shallowly thrusts back in, testing the waters. You moan in unison, your blunt nails digging into his biceps. It’s not enough force to make his skin fade away to the alabaster shell beneath all androids have.
“You feel fucking — divine,” Connor gulps, undulating his hips in more forceful drags. You’re a blubbering mess, chanting his name before switching to oh god, oh god.
Connor impales you over and over again, cock hitting you in places you never knew existed. He’s like the puzzle to you, completing you and making you whole.
“Gonna come, wanna knot you, please, can I?” Connor strains out, cheeks tinted blue and biceps bulging with restraint.
“Yes, yes fuck, knot me Connor,” you airily say, and Connor drives his cock all the way inside you opening catching on his swelling knot. It’s a tight squeeze, but he forces the bulge through your opening, and stats burst beneath your eyelids at the pleasure of it. You feel thick ropes of artificial semen paint your walls white, and when you shift your hips, you find that Connor physically can’t move from your cunt. He’s completely tethered to you, and it’s that knowledge that brings you to a crescendo, before you drop off the edge. You come loud and abrupt, throwing your head back and spine arching off the stone floor.
After, you’re both breathing heavily, but you can still feel Connor coming inside you and locked from that knot.
“How… how long will it last?” You ask, eyelids heavy.
Connor slumps against you, forearms resting on either side of your head. He kisses you softly, gently running his tongue along the seam of your mouth before he answers.
“A few minutes.”
You nod, resting your arms around his neck. In the afterglow of sex, you have time to think of all that happened. You don’t regret it, far from it, and you want to continue to see Connor… but how would the world react to an android like him?
“Are there others like you?”
Connor shakes his head, hair tickling your neck and making you giggle.
“Not that I know of, why?” You can see his LED flicker to red, and you know he must be feeling anxious.
“I just… want to continue seeing you, but I don’t want the outside world to hurt you, once they see that you’re not a ‘human’ android,” you ramble. “I mean, uh, if you wanted to… live with me, or something. You could stay here, of course!”
Connor raises his head to grin at you.
“You want to see me again?”
Of course that’s all he got out of that.
You roll your eyes, but nod with a smile.
“I do.”
“Then we’ll have to figure something out, won’t we?”
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