Characters I Will Write For: Klaus M. Elijah M. Kol M. Lost Boys (Poly/Single), Aemond T. Bucky B. Jasper H. 11th Doctor, Michael Gavey (Saltburn), Chase C. (Covenant) Remmick (Sinners)
I sent one in for Kol if it’s okay!! Totally okay if not! I saw your Kol in love with a mermaid moodboard and it definitely inspired the request lol😂😅 @klaus-littlestwolf
I will take a look at it. If you look at all the Moodboards I have a mermaid one for both Klaus and Elijah as well and they’re some of my fav Moodboards
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Pairing: Sir Jimmy Crystal x fem!Reader x feral/monster!Remmick
Word Count: 5.1k
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Summary: Jimmy and Remmick find you in the middle of the night. You try to run. Spoiler: It ends poorly for you.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ a/n: This is a Dead Dove: Do Not Eat one-shot; it contains non-consensual sex and dark themes. I cannot stress this enough. Please do not engage with this if this triggers or upsets you. If you are offended by this and read it anyway only to leave hate, I will be removing negative comments and blocking you.
Wow, can you believe I finally finished something? Not quite the original 6k words it was before, but it helped get out some bad feelings.
๋࣭ ⭑⚝ Warnings: 18+, MDNI, creampie, cum inflation reference, dead dove: do not eat, drool, facial, forced oral, feral!Remmick, knotting, man-handling, monster sex, non-con sex, spitroasting, oral male!receiving, violence
Tags: @h3r3t1c @lulaaaaaaw
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Take this as your final warning.
Some things are worse than infected.
Far worse.
Usually, you wouldn't dream of making a fire at night. But it's been five days since you last saw any infected, and the new record has your guard down. The promise of warmth from a fire is just too tempting, and as the chill begins to settle into the afternoon, you start one.
It's only a small campfire, just to get the circulation going in your fingers again. You didn't think it would be noticeable. Or, maybe you were just too hopeful; silly, really, that you would still allow yourself something as trivial as that.
Your nightly routine now consists of the same bundle of tripwires and bells whenever you can't find shelter. Hopefully, it won't be long before you find somewhere to stay more permanently.
When the night draws in, and your shadow begins to dance away from the flame, you curl up beside it until eventually, sleep finds you.
Something isn't right.
The sharp ring of a bell rips you from sleep, to your right and no less than thirty feet away.
Your eyes crack open to see nothing but the pitch of the forest floor. The fire is snuffed out, and the air is stagnant around you.
The hair on the back of your neck stands when you hear something cut through the night; it's the same tinkle of the bell ring again, followed by an intrigued laugh. As though the wire was just plucked by someone.
The thought of a stranger frightens you more than any infected. Though something that catches you by surprise is the clatter of chains, unmistakable enough to have you slowly rise to your knees as your eyes adjust.
Then, being careful to use the scattered ferns as cover, you remain crouched as you wait.
An amused tone follows the chuckle, and through the slits of green, you think you spy purple clothing between the trees. "Clever little thing..." You pick up on the tone, male, with a Scottish burr.
You try to keep your breathing steady despite the rapid hammering of your heart; it's so strong that it pulses behind your ears and up your throat. The figure in front seems to be scanning the ground for something, likely the other wires, when you spot a tug at the metal chain he appears to be holding.
"Whoa, steady. What is it, hm?" It isn't clear who the man is speaking to until you see another figure creep out from the shadows. You swallow thickly as it stands, inhuman in the way it hunches over as it sniffs the air. It's difficult to make out much, even with your eyes settling to the low light, but you think you spy the glint of metal around their head, and a collar attached to the chain.
Suddenly, their head snaps over to your direction, and there are two pinpricks of red where the eyes should be.
The sight of it makes you gasp, and almost immediately, they rush towards you. Automatically, you grab your bag as you burst into a sprint. There isn't a thought in your mind that could scream louder than the instinct powering muscle and bone.
You can barely hear the snap of chains and a voice sounding out a command from behind you as you run. "Go fetch." The confidence through that word makes your heart leap, and the back of your knees go damp with sweat. You know that beyond the clearing at the bottom of the hill, the treeline gets thicker and harder to navigate. It's the only thing that could give you a chance of safety. When you actually break free of the woods and make it down to the clearing, you think you can do it.
The air is cold enough to tear at your lungs, and your legs bark in agony from travelling all day, but you don't stop. You can't afford to. The pounding of footsteps from behind is virtually silent; the occasional snap of twigs is the only clue that you're being chased. Panic floods you as the sounds get closer, until ultimately, you feel the graze of something sharp on your shoulder as you get knocked to the ground. The denser edge of the forest is ripped away from your sight in moments, your only means of escape dashed from mere feet apart.
The collision into the ground is hard enough to knock the air from you, rattling your teeth as you taste the rot in the earth underneath. Whatever is straddling you isn't letting up, shoving your face down even as you thrash around under them. A sick laugh bursts out from above, much too close, as something wet drips onto your neck.
Dirt cakes your fingernails from where you scrape and claw the earth below, struggling to get your breathing under control. Your attacker's hand grips both of your wrists tightly, pinning them as you shiver, but you refuse to beg for them to stop, not wanting to give any satisfaction. The fierce sight of their hands makes your brows furrow in confusion, eyes widening when it becomes clear that the fingers are much longer than they should be. The tips of them resemble talons more than they do any nail you have ever seen.
There's a low, gritty growl, and you freeze up when you can hear what sounds like a bloodhound sniffing close to your ear. The cold press of metal against your skin makes you flinch away, but it only follows you again, along with a soft panting that curls around the side of your face. The heat of it is thick with the scent of iron, enough to make your stomach turn.
Though you try not to make a sound, a faint cry leaves you as the panic replaces your control. No matter how much you fight their grip or kick your legs, nothing gives, and pretty soon, you're too tired to keep up the effort. When your struggle lessens, you're shoved onto your back as if it takes no effort, and your arms are restrained against the ground again. That's when you stare up, expecting either man or some bizarre strain of infected, but you find neither.
Instead, above you is full of gnashing fangs that drip with something viscous and cold between the bars of a muzzle. Male in appearance, completely stripped bare with deep-set eyes that glow red like the end of a poker or coals through the snow. There is no chain attached anywhere, as you saw before, though you do see a worn collar around his thick neck, unsuccessfully covering the thin, black-looking veins blooming across the skin underneath. As he settles on top of you, you want to scream. It sticks in your throat until the only noise you're making is the small, shocked hiccups where your body refuses to function properly.
When you try weakly to struggle again, it's only brief, and you can only squirm underneath him to no avail. A gnarled sigh drips from his parted mouth, those red eyes widening a fraction before relaxing. To your horror, his hips give a slow, firm drag over yours in response to your movements, and you feel something give a twitch against you. Your breath hitches as he does it again, the movement stuttering as his eyes remain fixed on yours.
No.
Something scared slips out of your throat, wavering and small as you tremble underneath him. That twitch against your clothed sex has you shake your head desperately. His stare, seemingly not fully present, is locked onto your face as you feel his length hardening against you. There's a disgust lurching inside of you when his hips force the seam of your jeans to rub against your clit, and you hear a pleased sigh from above.
"That setup was pretty clever, with the bells an' all. But he can smell the smoke of your fire miles away." The voice you had only briefly heard returns to you, tearing your attention away. "I assume..." Black trainers enter your field of vision first, then the purple velour of his tracksuit as he approaches the two of you. His words seem to distract whoever is on top of you, enough that they lean back a little and settle their stiff cock against you.
Your breath stills as the new man crouches beside you, and you see his face for the first time. His mouth twists into a cocky smile, and under the moonlight, it's enough to know that his teeth don't flash white; they're almost the same shade of yellow as his hair.
"Who do we have here then, eh?" His brows lift in question, expecting an answer. Your lips tightly press together, trembling as you stay silent. There's a sharp exhale through his nose as he huffs, then places his hand on his chest, just above the several gold chains hanging there. "Ah. Rude of me, I am Sir, Jimmy Crystal." His hand gestures to the other man or beast above you. "I see you've already met Jimmy Fangs." You're too scared to be confused over the details. There's another heavy jerk of his cock against you, followed by a lusty sound as he grinds against you.
When you don't answer, Jimmy laughs as though one of you had made a joke. "I'm only teasin', he's not a Finger, so he doesn't get a title." There's a dismissive wave of his hand as he stifles a laugh at his own joke, though it's completely lost on you. "No, Remmick here is more of a uh.. Well, a hellhound, I suppose." His eyes drift to Remmick's groin, the movement of another drag of his hips catching Jimmy's attention. An excited giggle bubbles out of him with a 'Oho!' as he looks back at you.
Jimmy's hand reaches out to take your jaw, and the thick rings he wears are cold against your skin. He forces you to face him, appearing to have lost interest in a name. If he ever had one anyway. "…and it seems, he's taken a bit of a shine t'ye."
The thought of this… You hesitate to think of 'Remmick' as a thing, but realistically, what other word could you use? It must be some new strain of the virus, and the concept of having to keep the strain muzzled is beyond frightening. "H-He's infected." You manage to stammer out, barely audible even to your own ears.
A thoughtful grin spreads across his features, something calculating underneath that makes your stomach drop. "Well now, that's a pretty voice-" Jimmy's thumb strokes the skin under your bottom lip before pulling away. "-And no, a different kind of demon. Still got a nasty bite, mind." Jimmy gives the muzzle a tap, earning a quick jolt away from Remmick.
Jimmy inhales as he sits back on the grass, looking over the two of you with a playful shrug. "Ordinarily, I'd feel more… charitable, per se. But my pet needs a new toy."
New toy.
It's said so casually, as though you were clothes hung up in a store, being browsed to see how you might fit. The question of what he means doesn't come out; you can only shake your head, scared because you already know the answer. "No…" That makes Jimmy's lips curl into a sly smile, and you try to pull your wrists away from Remmick, but it hurts where the claws pinch.
"Aye." Jimmy scoffs at you, and you see him produce something sharp from his pocket. "I'll tell ye exactly what's gonna happen, so it's no surprise." Another smirk, but you can't tell if he's being genuine or if there's sarcasm lining the words. "I'm just that kind."
You decide that Jimmy is holding a blade, and it makes you stop moving when he leans forward to bring the pointed end to the buttons on your jacket. "I'll get rid of these clothes-" With a flick of the steel, the buttons are gone in an instant, and the material goes loose. It makes you cry out in protest as the reality finally sets in. You're already taking rapid breaths when the knife slides under the hem of your shirt, making a short tear up. "-And we're gonna see if my pet wants to keep ye once he's fucked ye." Your breath hitches at the same time as Jimmy's hands take the bottom of your shirt, either side of the cut in the fabric. The tears building up in your eyes blur your vision, and you're unable to stop.
With a vicious tug, the flimsy material is torn in a straight line all the way up to the neckline, and your tears finally break over to stream down your face. Before Jimmy can slice through your bra, the blurred shape of Remmick gets closer until the cold muzzle is pressed against your skin. You shiver at the feeling and clamp your mouth shut, scared as you feel his tongue slide over the wet streaks through the bars.
"S-Stop-" Your voice is strained, then cut off with another drag of Remmick's hips against yours. He takes up almost your entire vision, unwelcome to all of your other senses and before he's even pulled away from your face,
"Toys don't need clothes. Remmick, take 'em off." Jimmy nods to Remmick, who, with a grunt, sits back to rip your jeans and underwear off of you in one. The moment he lets go of your wrists to do it, you attempt to wriggle away. His claws are too quick to pin you by your throat, and there's a low bellow rumbling in his chest that leaves no room for interpretation. It's a direct warning to stay.
It's so cold with you completely exposed. You can't even press your thighs together to stop Remmick with the way he slots himself between them, and in the moonlight, you only panic more when you get a glimpse of him.
He's big.
Unnaturally so. Thick and dripping from the flushed head of his cock as he starts to rub himself against your bare folds. The unwelcome sensation makes you flinch away from him, and you hear the slide of fabric from the side of you.
When you look over, your stomach drops. Jimmy's hand is lazily stroking his own cock as he watches both of you, mostly playing with the head and metal piercing that's nestled at the tip.
"Play with her tits, get her all wet." Jimmy's lips remain parted after he speaks, and he slowly wets his top lip as he stares at your chest. Remmick gathers your wrists with one of his hands, his other slides down to grope your breast through the fabric of your sports bra. He hooks the claw of his index underneath, and just like Jimmy's blade, there's little resistance as he shreds up in one fluid motion.
The second your breasts fall free, you hear a groan from Jimmy that curdles in your ear. Then Remmick is palming you roughly enough that if your nipples weren't already drawn tight from the cold breeze, his long fingers certainly would have done the trick. Your eyes slip shut when he roughly pinches one between his knuckles, and in addition to the shivering it causes, you end up writhing underneath him without meaning to. Your face burns from being forced to endure it, but more than that, Remmick actually manages to force strained noises out of you that have you ashamed. The humiliation of it all is too much to bear, the undeniable feeling of your slick leaking out against Remmick's cock has your face heating up so much you know it would burn to the touch.
There's a small moan from Remmick, and you catch him looking down between you, as though he might have also just felt it. He ruts against you, slow and drawn out, head dragging through the wet folds enough to bump against your clit in a way that has you breath hitch. You could sob at how wet you sound; it's obvious that Remmick can hear it too.
When the blunt head of his cock catches at your entrance, you both flinch, then drool is dripping onto your bare torso as you shake your head in disbelief at it all. Every drop makes your heart pulse louder in your ears, until he leans back to let it slide down the bars of his muzzle and onto his cock. When he finally pushes into your entrance, everything else is drowned out by the ringing in your ears.
Desperation and disgust claw under your skin as he rocks into you. Remmick is too thick for you to comfortably ease around him, and you're not nearly relaxed enough to take it easily. A series of throaty grunts punches out of Remmick, bullying his way inside of you until he bottoms out with a carnal growl. You're completely frozen, your presence cut off as you feel the head of Remmick's cock nudge against your cervix.
To the side of you is the noise of shuffling; you don't spot the way Jimmy's hand reaches out to catch Remmick's drool in his palm. Or the way he sits back to let his wet hand glide over his cock. Jimmy seems to have found a rock close by, big enough to lean back against with his free hand resting behind his head as he soaks in the sight of you.
When Remmick moves back, you move with him as he pulls out halfway, then your entire body is shoved onto the ground with every brutal thrust he takes. Whatever string of fate leading you to this point doesn't take pity on you, as the pain of the stretch doesn't let up, no matter how slick your cunt is against him. Your eyes begin to glaze over as Remmick's nose flares under the muzzle. In the background of your mind, you know it isn't only slick, and the torn pain shooting through you is enough to make you whimper.
Remmick mistakes the noise for something else entirely, and his grunt gives way to thin moans as he sets a rhythm into you.
"How's that feel? She… nice and tight fer ye?" You stare at the sky as Jimmy half keens over to Remmick.
The stars are so pretty tonight, dancing with light even though they're trapped in the sky's inky grip.
Remmick's strained voice is rough as it answers Jimmy. Desperation clings to each sound, and you distantly register that it's the first words that you've heard from Remmick. "S'good… So good." He just keeps repeating himself over and over again. In any other situation, you might have felt stunned to learn that he can talk.
Jimmy's voice sounds more excited, and the glide of his hand over his cock matches Remmick's pace. A revulsion courses through you for being able to notice it. "Harder, m-make her tits bounce fer me." Remmick's hips speed up; every harsher thrust has new tears forming, and your breath is fighting. Worse than any other outcome right now, the assault on your walls is beginning to feel good. You could scream if there were any way to get air into your lungs without choking on it.
Your brows pinch as you try to fight the heat that flickers inside of you. The only thing left for you to do is focus on the sky, even as you feel Remmick force your hips to grind back against his; you hope that's the case, anyway. You refuse to acknowledge how his hands aren't touching your hips, how you would never move your hips to match his movements.
You could vomit.
The noise to your side doesn't consciously translate as Jimmy as he moves closer. It isn't until his hand reaches for one of your breasts that you realise you were completely dazed. You grimace at the way he kneads your flesh, rough in a way that has his rings pinch the skin between them.
The movement earns a low growl from Remmick, and you feel Jimmy's fingers almost go. Jimmy flashes a huffed smile to Remmick, sneering with a command. "Share yer things. Can't use that mouth anyway, can ye, lad?" Jimmy raises a challenging brow to Remmick, making it sound as if he's doing Remmick a favour by lowering his mouth to your nipple.
Jimmy traces the tip of his tongue around the stiff peak, shifting his gaze from Remmick directly to you as he takes it into his mouth. Your skin muffles his groan, though you feel it reverberate through your chest all the same. When he suckles, it's harsh and rhythmic, all the while Remmick is still fucking up into you relentlessly, enough so that he's rocking your body as he ruts.
By the time you even realise that Remmick let go of your wrists to hold both of your thighs apart, it's too late. You don't have the energy to move them, or do anything but take each full drag of his cock, and between him and Jimmy, you're too weak to fight the pleasured whines that melt out of you.
Jimmy's grin darkens around you, giving a quick nip as he just barely pulls away, cock pulsing in his hand as he doesn't let up his strokes. "Use his name, let him know whose ye are."
The demand makes you shake your head. You can't bring yourself to willingly do that.
Jimmy's voice drips with venom, and you hear the sharp sound of a blade being unfolded. Then it's pressed to your collarbone, and you give him as much of your attention as you can manage. "Do it, or you'll get a nasty cut."
The threat of the blade makes you swallow thickly, and the promise of more pain you hadn't considered forces your lips to move. "Re… Rem-mick." The taste of his name is acrid between his thrusts. "Remmick."
Calling out to him carves a possessive sound from his chest, and his hips snap up into you harsher than before. Enough so that it forces genuine moans from you, and you could cry, disgusted with yourself at how good it feels. Even more so when the thick drag of his cock hits your G-spot enough that even the disassociation isn't taking root.
Jimmy seems to catch it through the expression on your features, and his eyes don't leave your face as he leans back with a grin. "Stop." A broken whine slips out of Remmick, unwilling to stop at the command until Jimmy sticks the blade into Remmick's forearm. There's a snarl and a flash of the fangs enclosed by the metal bars, but you hear the threat in the way his chest rumbles with a guttural noise. The only sign Jimmy might be spooked by it is the quick movement away he takes to dodge a claw. He swallows, "Turn her over."
Remmick glares at Jimmy, brows knitted together in their stand-off until you feel Remmick slowly pull out of you. Every inch without him has your gut twist with the loss you didn't want in the first place. The sensation only confuses you, not that you have time to think about it. You're suddenly staring at the ground, unaware that they had moved you onto your hands and knees until the tickle of grass brushes your face. It's the only sense of anything soft you can fathom. Before you can even begin to think about it, an intrusion hooks into your mouth, dragging your head up by the upward force on the roof of your mouth.
Jimmy's fingers. You gag on the way they drag you up enough that you already know what's going to happen. No matter how you try to hold back fresh tears or hiccups around the grubby digits, you can already see his cock level with your face.
"If I feel so much as a nibble, he'll be the last of your worries… Howsat?" His head tilts in question, but you don't have the words to answer. You only nod to show that you understand; it was this or it was your life.
Jimmy's eyes narrow at you, displeased with your response, or rather, a lack of. Something hateful flashes over his expression, and in an instant, you feel the hard slap of his cock to your face. It makes you wince, and Jimmy only chuckles at the reaction. "When I ask something, I expect an answer."
Your face burns as it forces you to answer. "…Yes."
"Yes…?" Jimmy's head tilts to the side unexpectedly as his hand wraps around his length.
Your lips tremble as your voice shrinks. "Yes, Sir."
There's a much happier sound that hums from him, and he slowly pushes the head of his cock to your lips. "There we go, good lass. Open wide." You're hesitant, but manage to open up just enough for him to push past your lips. The taste of him makes you cringe, dirty on your tongue and cold where the metal piercing is.
When you wrap your lips around him, there's a slow groan that leaks out of him. You almost forgot about Remmick until he's finally grinding up against your slick again. The reminder makes your eyes widen as he lines himself up with your entrance.
The way Remmick slowly sinks back into you with a groan has your walls clenching around him, gripping him tight without permission. This time, you know for a fact that his hands find your hips, and as he begins to thrust into you, it rips a quiet moan from Jimmy as the motion forces you to stuff more of his cock into your mouth. "Good lad, Remmick." You swear you hear a whimper from behind you, and Jimmy's the back of fingers find your cheek to stroke it in a mock display of affection. "Maybe ye'll give us some new pups, hm?" Your mind doesn't let you process that new fear yet.
Any time Remmick pulls out, you try your best to move away from Jimmy, to breathe, to do anything so that you don't completely shut down. But with the way Remmick's hitting into your sensitive walls with the new angle, it's deep enough that you're both moaning into the night air.
Jimmy's fingers grab at your hair as he fucks deeper into your mouth, choking you as his eyes slip shut. "S-So warm… Lucky we- Oh hell- Lucky we found ye…" You can only swallow his cock as it pulses against your tongue and reaches the back of your throat. The metal stabs into your palette with each movement, somehow making you more violated than anything previously. Through the tears, it isn't clear to you what his expression looks like, only that there are thin whines that are beginning to seep out of him. A horrid mixture of hope and revulsion takes root inside you, wanting it to be over as soon as possible and yet not wanting him to finish anywhere near you.
Revulsion wins, you knew it would by the taste of Jimmy's pre-cum leaking onto your tongue as he whines. His eyes scrunch as you can only get forced onto him faster with how Remmick possessively sinks into you. You hate it, and as your eyes scrunch up to prepare for Jimmy's release, to your surprise, he pulls out of you completely. It isn't clear what's happening until his cock keeps bumping against your face, and you see him stroking himself. He's slack-jawed with ragged breaths until finally, Jimmy's release is dripping down your face. You feel it cool against your face, mingling with your tears as your gaze drops to the floor in shame.
From the sound of panting behind you, Remmick isn't far behind. His movements are becoming more erratic, and despite how much you try to force it away, a heat curls awkwardly inside you until it snaps. A choked sound is ripped from Remmick as your walls reflexively convulse around him, and it doesn't matter about your efforts; your mouth hangs open as you cry out with the pleasure-pain of it all.
"Mine.. Mine…. Mine..." Remmick's words are punctuated with thick grunts in your ear as he hunches over you. You can hear the need in his huffs and quick breaths, then you feel an odd sensation at your entrance. The feeling has your mind grow dizzy as the base of Remmick's cock begins to swell, and he slams forward one final time to lock himself in with you by the knot that has formed. The pain is too much for you. It makes you yelp, and Remmick is only capable of drooling over your shoulder as his hips stutter against yours.
"Oh shit, he really likes ye, doesn't he?" You can't even address Jimmy's amused question as spurts of heat suddenly flood your core in waves. The growls in your ear eventually taper off into whimpers, and the metal of his muzzle is pressed against your neck. You can't help but whine quietly in response to the gentle swell of your stomach, filled with Remmick more than should be possible.
You wish you would die already.
Remmick mistakes your frantic hiccups and gasps for something else unknown to you again, and you can only cry harder at the arm that snakes its way underneath you. As if it were a cruel trick on the universe's part, his claws pull you closer to him the way a partner would after making love. What's worse is that he doesn't seem to be trying to leave you at all.
"Best get comfy, that knot's gonna keep us here a while." Jimmy's voice floats down to you with a twisted sound, something comical layered throughout the lilt.
You hadn't spotted a bag on the ground before now; it's to the side, and Jimmy is already riffling through the backpack when you notice. He's crouched over, then whatever he pulls out, he taps it at one end.
It looks like a syringe.
Dread courses through you, and you go stock still as you brace yourself for the worst, until he completely walks past you to go to Remmick instead. Whatever dark fluid is inside the needle forces a barked cry from Remmick as you feel him flinch. Though you don't witness the black veins in Remmick's neck bulge in response, you feel the reaction almost immediately; Remmick's arm goes slack under you, and the rest of him seems to relax above you.
Jimmy steps back into view as he wipes off something from the end of the syringe. Then he pauses for a moment, looking to you with a considering grin. "Keeps him settled.. Well-behaved. This'll be your job now, lass."
Summary: On a lonely, moonlit road, you walk toward town—aching, afraid, and utterly alone. But the night has other plans. From the shadows, Remmick appears, his voice honey-smooth and eyes glowing with something not quite human. He seems kind, even charming, until his gaze lingers too long on you, and his smile stretches a bit too wide. What begins as a quiet walk becomes a haunting transformation. With whispered promises and otherworldly hunger, Remmick sinks his fangs into your neck, not to harm, but to rebirth. Then... you take him under that pale, pale moon.
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Notes:
🌙 chomh teann = so tight
🌙 Aon duine = nothing
🌙 foc = fuck
!SMUT CONTENT!
You should’ve known better than to trust a word of a man—no matter his sweet talking or his kind goddamn eyes when he offered you a ride home. You were so fucking naive, thinking he had no other intentions besides helping you get back to your folks who, by now, must be worried sick. You try not to think too much about that, focusing instead on the faint lights at the end of the road that lead into town. The moon, thankfully, was bright and full in the sky, judging by its size, giving you an additional source of light as you walked alone by the side of the road.
You looked down at your wrists and saw that the man’s fingers were bruised on your skin, reminding you of how you had kicked him in the crotch and opened the door of his car to sprint away from him. Thank God nothing more happened… and thank God he didn’t come chasing after you. You weren’t sure how far away you could’ve run until he eventually caught up to you. A shiver ran down your spine, and you adjusted your shawl.
You had been walking for a good twenty minutes now, and judging by how close the town was, you still had a good thirty minutes to go.
“You stupid idiot,” you murmured to yourself.
Then, amid your anger and frustration, you heard rattling, like a wild animal moving through the woods, from your right. You stopped dead in your tracks, slowly looking at the forest beside you and, obviously, seeing nothing but trees and the wind passing through them.
“Now, now, don’t be imagining things. Just get your ass back home and forget this ever happened,” you told yourself out loud, somehow needing to hear a voice amid the silence.
You continued walking, holding your shawl tighter around your body as the night grew a bit colder for the time of the year. Your thoughts wandered back to your parents and how worried they must be. They were quite old now, giving away their age in you, who was not as young as you had been. But those days of adolescence were gone, giving way to the responsibilities that came with adulthood. Time could be such a bitch sometimes.
You were supposed to be married by now. That was the proper way of things, as folks often said around town… But you still hadn’t found a single man worth your time, and you, for sure, didn’t wanna marry just for the sake of it. So, alone in your youth, which often left a sting of pain in your chest, you continued with your walk.
More time passed, a couple of minutes at most, until you heard another noise that made the hairs on your body stand up. Something was definitely out there in those woods… and you hoped it would remain there.
You were now a bit scared, fingers shaking around your shawl, as your feet ached from the uncomfortable shoes your mother had made for you. Perhaps it was your exhaustion talking, too. You didn’t know at this point.
“Get a hold of yourself… Come on now,” you whispered, fastening your pace.
You tried to control your breathing until you figured out you couldn’t. So, instead of drowning in that sweet old fear, you did the one thing you knew calmed your nerves.
You sang.
Oh, pale moon rising over the pines, come
Lawd away until the sun does rise
Leave the day by the, by the door, I don't
Care if sun don't shine once more, that's what I said
Ooh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh
Huh
Mm-hm, mm-hm
You finished your humming softly, letting a breeze of wind brush through your face almost like a human hand caressing your skin. You have always hated nighttime, especially when you had barely any light around you and were all alone.
God knows what demons or creatures wandered those woods…
The rest of the song found you then, easing your nerves like a cup of warm milk with a teaspoon of honey.
This time, you sang a little louder, feeling bolder in the silence, and giving a proper performance to the night creatures.
I'm gonna spend my money on somethin' sweet and strong
Gonna move my body through the whole night long
Gonna sweat the way I been longin' to, nobody gonna
Tell me nothin', that's what I'm gonna do, that's what I said
Woo
That's what I said
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Mm-hm, mm-hm
Oh, oh, oh
A slight smile spread on your face as you walked in rhythm with the song, moving your body sideways and creating a dance with each step. Suddenly, the night felt less cold, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how ridiculous you must look. No bother, there wasn’t anybody for miles to witness this. You were free to sing and dance as you pleased, not scared of being quieted by anybody.
I wanna sing
Like I hear the crickets do
I wanna hoo, yeah
Like the owls do
I wanna howl
To the moon
Scream
You raised your voice at the last note, letting it linger for far too long. It felt sweet on your tongue, so you savored it as you looked up at the moon and smiled. It was pretty, you noticed, and you would have marvelled at it for longer if you didn’t hear footsteps… behind you.
The first thing you did was stop your walk, freezing in place until you were sure that those were, in fact, human footsteps. And they were, there was no mistaking the sound of shoes by an animal’s paws.
You swallowed dryly, dread filling your chest as you remembered so well what had almost happened to you that night. You had to run. If you did, you could maybe make it into town or just come close to any people.
You had to try, goddamnit, you had to.
Instead, the person behind you spoke, a few steps away from your back, and a cold shiver ran down your spine.
“Hey there. Beautiful night, isn’t it?” he said with a voice so sweet that it made your ears resonate with the sound. “I thought I heard some singin’ down the road… You wouldn’t happen to be that sweet voice I heard, would you, darlin’?”
You didn’t turn around, fear filling your chest and holding you hostage.
“You must have me mistaken, sir,” you replied, making your voice friendly just in case this man had a temper.
“Is that so?” he said, and you heard him walk around you. He appeared in front of you, and you raised your eyes to meet his for the first time. When you did, you almost swore for a second that they were red… But no, they were blue.
“Yes, sir,” you confirmed, tightening your shawl around your body. He tilted his head slightly, and you saw his teeth appear underneath his lips as he smiled. “I’m just on my way home. I don’t want any trouble, sir.”
“Trouble, darlin’?” he asked, confused. “Who said I wanted any trouble? I was making my way to town too, ya know? I just heard your beautiful voice and decided to see who was singin’, nothing more.”
His accent was like all the other folks you knew, but in some words, it seemed to slip into something else. You didn’t recognise it, but you were sure he wasn’t from around here. No matter how much he tried to seem like he was.
“That’s very kind of you, sir, but if you don’t mind…” You went to walk, but he didn’t step aside. Your heart picked up its pace.
“What happened to your wrists?” he asked, eyeing your bruises.
You immediately hid your wrists under your shawl and straightened your back, trying to act casual.
“Nothin’. Just fell.”
“Is that so?” he said, obviously skeptical. “Alright, if you say so, darlin’...” He grinned at you before adding, “What’s your name? I’m Remmick.”
You hesitated but then told him your name.
“That’s a beautiful name. Pleasure to meet you.” He raised his hand, clearly wanting to either shake or kiss your hand.
You thought about rejecting his request, but the way he looked at you and spoke was too inviting to refuse. He had such a way about himself… And you didn’t quite know why. Maybe it was because he was handsome.
So, you gave him your hand, and he held it before lowering his lips to your skin. You thought he was gonna kiss it, but instead he pressed your skin to his mouth, and you felt him sniff the area. You frowned, pulling your hand away, but he held it and finally kissed it, releasing his hold after.
“You are too kind, sir, but my folks must be worried sick by now, and I must really get goin’.”
Remmick smiled and nodded slowly.
“I’ll walk with you then.”
“Sir, that’s really not necessary.”
“Oh, but I insist. The nights can be so lonely, can’t they?” he said, and there was a hint of a joke under his voice. “We wouldn’t want anythin’ to happen to you, would we, darlin’?”
“I…” You thought of arguing further, but ended up giving up. “Very well.”
You two resumed your walk in silence, and you didn’t sing anymore. It didn’t feel right any longer, especially with Remmick walking beside you and looking, from time to time, at you. You tried to tell yourself he meant no harm, but you couldn’t really shake off the feeling that something about him just wasn’t quite right.
However, you continued walking until the pain in your right foot turned too intense and you felt blood stain your ankle and shoe. Right about then, you stopped walking.
“What’s the matter, darlin?” Remmick asked, looking at your feet. You heard him sniff the air, and then his breath caught in his throat. “You are bleedin’.”
“It’s nothin’, sir,” you said. “I just need to sit down for a bit.”
“Let me see the blood,” Remmick said, guiding you towards a broken tree on the side of the road. You followed him and finally sat on the trunk. He kneeled in front of you, eyes fixed on your bloody ankle. “You poor thing. That looks like it must hurt.”
“It’s fine, really-” But he was already taking off your shoe, making you wince.
Blood was dripping down your ankle, and you bit your bottom lip at the pain.
“It smells so sweet,” Remmick whispered in awe as he lifted your leg. You felt your cheeks heat up as your skirt got pushed further up.
“Sir, if you please-”
“I knew you were different, ya know?” Remmick said, cutting you off as he moved closer to your blood. You tried to release your leg, but his grip was too strong. “I could smell you from miles away, darlin’.”
“Let me go,” you said, panic clear in your voice.
“Ssshhh,” he said, putting his finger to his lips. He looked up at you then, and you gasped as droll fell from his lips, and his teeth were sharper than before. “It will all be better soon.”
“What are you?” you asked between shaky breaths. You looked into his red eyes and saw something unnatural in them. Whatever this man was, it couldn’t be human.
Remmick grinned. “I’m your savior, darlin’.”
That was all he said before he jumped at a supernatural speed on top of you, making you fall back to the grass. You screamed in horror as his teeth sank into your neck and pierced the skin. The pain was so unbearable that you screamed until your throat ached and your lungs gave out.
Then, your eyes fell shut and you floated into darkness… You were sure you were dying, and you felt yourself drifting away to meet your ancestors. You could almost see them on the horizon, looking at you with inviting hands and warmth.
But it was as if there was a wall in your path. One you couldn’t cross. You yelled their names, but it was in vain as they slowly disappeared into dust.
Then, you were reborn.
Your eyes snapped open, and you breathed blessed air. You gasped and coughed, putting your hand to your neck and feeling dried blood there. You were supposed to be dead…
“All better now, isn’t it?” Remmick said. You licked your dry lips, feeling them colder than usual, before looking at Remmick, who was kneeling next to you. His mouth was dripping with your blood. “It’s okay, darlin’. I’m here.”
His red eyes left you in a trance, making you giggle and reach for his hands. He held you to a sitting position, and you stretched your arms and cracked your neck. A smile stayed on your mouth.
You felt euphoric, like life didn’t mean anything before. You could feel the coldness of the night and how comforting it was. Every sound was sharper in your ears, and your reflexes seemed to be better, too. You felt unstoppable and… you remembered. Your life and his.
You knew who he was now. You felt his pain deep in your chest, like a crushing weight.
“Remmick…” you whispered, putting your hand to your chest. “I feel so different. So goddamn good.”
“Yeah? Can you feel how sweet it is?” he asked, putting one hand over yours. “It’s all better now, isn’t it? Nobody can hurt us now.”
“Nobody,” you repeated. “Aon duine.”
Remmick’s grin deepened at your words, and you laughed loudly, pushing yourself towards him.
“Kiss me now,” you begged, wanting to feel him closer. “I wanna feel you. I need you, Remmick.”
“I know… It’s alright. Come here,” he whispered.
Your lips met in a fiery kiss, and you groaned as you tasted your blood. Remmick wasn’t lying; it was truly sweet, like a nectar.
Your tongues danced with each other until you pulled back with the need for fresh air. Your chest heaved, and fire seemed to be inside your veins as the heat of arousal filled your body like a poison. But it was far from venomous… it was addictive and nonlethal. A combination not made possible until now.
“I know how you liked to be licked, darlin’,” Remmick whispered against your lips. “And I know what makes you drip.”
You couldn’t say anything to his filthy words, so instead, you put your elbows behind you and spread your legs. His eyes were shining in the dark, and you saw them look between your thighs as you pulled your skirts up and revealed your dripping arousal. You weren’t wearing anything down there, only your dress and shawl, which was now long forgotten somewhere in the grass.
Remmick licked his bottom lip slowly, chuckling and crawling towards your spread thighs. You smirked at him as he moved and finally reached the middle of your legs. The pulse on your crotch was maddening, and you didn't remember ever feeling this aroused for anybody else.
“Look at that… Isn’t that just so perfect?” Remmick said, rubbing his hands from your ankles to your thighs. His skin was calloused but comforting. “Don’t mind if I steal a few kisses, do ya?”
You brought your right hand to your folds, spreading them and coating your digits with your arousal, before bringing the glistening fingers towards his mouth. He didn’t need to be asked twice as he wrapped his lips around your fingers and swirled his tongue, tasting you. A deep moan left your mouth, and you saw him grab and squeeze his cock through his pants.
“Come taste me, baby,” you begged.
A string of saliva fell from the corner of his lips as he removed your fingers from his mouth. His white shirt was unbuttoned on the chest, revealing his chest hair and a necklace, and, as you stared at him, he grabbed your thighs with his two hands and pushed you towards him, making your back and head hit the grass.
You laughed, grabbing his hair as his head went between your legs.
“Oh fuck…” you whispered as he applied kisses around your vulva. He licked and nibbled at the flesh until you were whining for him.
Just when he thought you had enough of his teasing, did he wrap his lips on your clit. When he did, you arched your back and pulled his hair roughly, making his fangs grow a bit. You felt his lust in your mind and laughed again, until he licked your folds up and down, and made you moan instead.
“Remmick… Just like that… Fuck,” you said, breathless.
He groaned against you and moved his tongue on your clit, flickering it and creating a mind shattering rhythm. You looked down at him and saw that he was staring at you as well. Your eyes met and you kept eye contact, loving the way his hair was fisted in your hand and his mouth moved on your cunt.
“That’s it, baby,” you encouraged him as waves of pleasure ran through you. You pulled his hair roughly again, which made him grab your thighs harder.
Remmick continued with that same pace that was just so right until you felt that tight, familiar feeling on your stomach. It was tightening fast, ready to burst, and you dropped your head back on the grass, moaning loudly his name.
“I’m close, baby,” you warned him with a breathless voice. A whine escaped your lips as he sucked on your clit suddenly, making a spike of pleasure run through you.
“I… I’m gonna cum,” you managed to say.
Remmick moaned against you, and that was all it took before you arched your back and felt arousal pour from your entrance. Your walls pulsed and your clit throbbed against Remmick’s tongue as sweet pleasure made your mind go blank. You pushed your cunt towards his face, almost riding it as he held you down.
Just when you began feeling a bit overstimulated did he stopped his movements, pulling away from your clit.
“Hm, hm…” he said as he cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand. “You sound so damn pretty when you cum, baby.”
You were breathing heavily as you looked at the night sky. Your skin was glistening and your cunt still trembled with the aftermath of your orgasm.
“I’m gonna need you to fuck me now, baby,” you said between breaths. You looked at him and were pleased to see him unbuckling his pants.
“Since you asked so nicely…” he teased you with a grin. He pulled his cock out and you looked at it. It was glistening with pre-cum and as hard as a rock. “How do you wanna get fucked, darlin’?”
You closed your legs and got to your knees in front of him. Then, as he stroked himself slowly, you turned around and lifted your skirts to your waist, revealing your backside to him. Remmick didn’t say anything but a hand appeared on your ass cheek, grabbing it roughly.
“That’s a good girl,” he said in a thick Irish accent. He had dropped his southern accent shortly after you were bitten.
You bit your bottom lip, dropping to your elbows as you felt him run the head of his cock on your folds. He teased himself and you for a while, running his cock up and down and making you shiver and clench on nothing.
“Give a girl what she needs, would ya? Please, baby,” you said to him with a whiny voice.
Remmick chuckled, one hand on your ass and the other on his shaft.
“But you look so pretty all needy for me, darlin’,” Remmick said.
You bit your bottom lip again, and pushed your ass towards him. Remmick groaned, and you smiled in victory as he lined himself with your entrance.
“Now, now… Let me make it all better,” he said before thrusting inside all at once.
You gasped as he entered you, your head dropping between your shoulders. Remmick let out a deep groan as he stopped fully inside.
“Foc… Chomh teann,” he said, now holding your waist with both hands.
He began fucking you slowly, pulling himself all the way out just to slam inside. You couldn’t do anything but fist the grass and moan his name as he set a good pace. His cock hit all the right places inside you, somehow. It was as if it was meant to fuck you all your life.
“Fuck. You are taking me so goddamn well,” he said with a laugh. You moaned his name again and clenched around him.
He grabbed your ass cheeks roughly until you felt his nails pierce your skin. You were sure he had drawn blood from your flesh, but you couldn’t care less as euphoria pumped inside your veins. Everything just felt so good.
“Harder,” you said to him.
Remmick obeyed, and you arched your back and moaned louder than ever as you felt his balls hit your skin with every thrust. The wet and slapping sounds you were making were like music to your ears, and you felt your fangs grow. You needed some blood after this. And soon.
“Take it… Come on, fucking take it,” Remmick moaned, pulling your hair. You hissed at the pain but laughed, feeling him hold your head slightly up.
You held your torso up with one arm and brought your other hand to your clit, rubbing it roughly and feeling your walls clenching on his shaft. You were getting close again.
“Remmick… Ah… Fuck…” you said, looking to him as he pulled your hair again. His neck and chin were still covered in your blood, and his lips parted as he let out ragged breaths. He had never looked more beautiful.
“You gonna cum?” Remmick asked you, bringing your face closer to his. He had more strength than you, so it was as easy as walking for him. “Tell me, baby.”
“Yeah… I’m real close,” you replied, inches from his fangs.
“Then do it. Come on, darlin’, cum around my cock,” he whispered, licking your lips.
You grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his sweaty hair and skin, while the other hand rubbed circles on your clit. He gave you a particularly hard thrust that made your breasts jiggle.
Remmick must have noticed because soon his hands were on your breasts. He ripped open the dress from your chest like it was a tissue, and you gasped as he grabbed your boobs and squeezed them.
“Fuckin’ beautiful tits,” he moaned.
It was too much for you with the added stimulation, so your orgasm burst through you at long last.
You opened your mouth and let out high-pitched moans against his lips as your eyes fell shut. Remmick fucked you through it, feeling your walls clench and unclench around his shaft as you came.
“Fuck… Beautiful,” he whispered, voice strained.
He fucked you unevenely until he stilled his hips and hot strings of cum shoot inside you, making you groan. He whispered your name in your ear while he came, making you shiver.
Then, he put his lips to your neck and licked the two holes his fangs had left on your skin. It sting a bit but you didn’t paid it any mind as you stopped your fingers on your clit and started calming down.
“There we go. Feels good, baby?” he asked you.
“Yes… Real fucking good,” you replied, feeling your skin almost burn.
He held you for a bit more until you dropped to your hands, and he removed himself from inside of you. When he did, you felt his cum drip down your ass, making you shiver. Remmick saw it too as he collected it with his fingers.
“Want a taste, baby?” he asked as you turned around and sat on the floor. Your dress was ruined now, ripped open and covered in blood, sweat, and cum.
“Yeah. Let me,” you said, grabbing his wrist and putting his fingers inside your mouth. You tasted his salty cum and moaned, making Remmick smirk.
“You really are different, aren’t you, baby?” he said as you pulled back your mouth.
“You bet,” you replied, licking your lips.
Remmick chuckled and put himself back in his pants, buttoning them up again and fixing his blouse. You tried to clean your dress until you saw it was pointless.
“That’s no problem, darlin’. There are plenty of dresses in town, I reckon. You may take as many as you want,” he said.
You giggled, breathing deeply as you got to your feet. He followed your lead.
“So… What’s next?” you asked him as you looked at the empty road.
“Well…” Remmick grabbed your waist from behind and put his chin on your shoulder. “I think the people in this town need our savin’, don’t ya think? I can feel how miserable they are, even from here. A goddamn shame, really.”
You hummed with a grin, looking at the lights on the horizon.
“I think you right, Remmick. They need our savin’...And I happen to know just the place to visit first.”
Remmick hummed and grabbed your hand as you two walked down the road. You could hear the drumming heartbeats of the folks in the town, leading you closer and closer to them. But they could wait… First, your parents needed some saving.
I’ve been writing Yautja stuff on and off for a while but I’ve never had the guts to post it before. I hope people enjoy it as much as I do🤞🏻🖤
The names are just made up and I hope they sound Yautja enough
This is a short fic however I’m working on another one that will include Yautja x Human Smut
You had been living here for almost 2 years now and you’re finally at the point of being accepted by the clans. The Elder that you lived with, Zoka’ran, had unintentionally saved you from the men that he murdered and in return you shot the man that was about to slice his head off with a machete. Zoka’ran took you with him back home and gave you a place to sleep and eat and in return you helped with his household-mostly taking care of their “pups” or “sucklings” (who all adored you-all the pups on Yautja Prime did-loving to play with your hair and snuggle into your warm blooded body).
It took a while but you were comfortable with your life and you actually loved it, having made friends here and learned healing with the clans own healers which often came in handy.
It was pretty obvious to say that regardless of how long you’d been here you never once expected to become a true member of the tribe. Yes, there were Yautja who loved humans and had mated them, (more than you expected when you came here) but all of those women were human warriors and you…weren’t…at all.
As always you attended the ceremony welcoming the newly blooded members into the clan. You were relived to see some of the young newly blooded members that you’d gotten to know before they went hunting were alright and didn’t die on their first solo hunt, many of them even coming and showing off their first trophy to you. Praise wasn’t a concept that Yautja subscribed to which you’d noticed as soon as you arrived on this planet, often trying to give the younger Yautja a little bit of praise which you believed made people work harder. You didn’t know what any of the alien skulls were that they were showing you but you made sure to look impressed anyway as you could tell how proud these teenagers (kids really) were of their first hunt.
The celebration was mostly for the newly blooded however they also celebrated the members of the clan that had killed the most impressive prey so there were many Yautja being honored and you as a part of an Elders family (even if you were what most Yautja saw as a “Pet”) welcomed them all.
As expected you had seen quite a few Yautja that were now home honoring a female with a token and making their intentions to mate them known. You didn’t actually expect to receive a skull from anyone but as you put the youngest pups down in their hut for the evening you walked back to the party to see most of the Yautja’s eyes on one member of the clan-Va’kasha.
Va’kasha was blooded years ago and was well on his way (probably very close) to becoming an Elder at this point and it was surprising that he was still unmated but as you saw him in the center of the celebration with a good sized skull from an alien with huge horns in his hands, you realized that he had chosen and you were happy for him-he had always been kind to you…well…as kind as Yautja get.
To say you were shocked when he walked up to you would be an understatement, you actually moved a bit to your left assuming he’d been looking at someone behind you but his stare remained upon you before he knelt to the ground and held the skull above his head for you. You glanced back at your Yautja ‘family’ and you could see the smiles on their faces (having learned to decipher Yautja expressions after 2 years here).
‘You…you’re giving it to me?’ You asked softly and you received a series of clicks and growls in response, the earpiece you had been gifted translating in real time in your ear.
‘I honor my intended with a worthy kill. I will wear the scars of this battle forever with pride as I hope you will keep this trophy with pride in your mate for all our years to come.’ It was a lovely speech, way better than half the others you’d heard before, he’d actually put some effort into speaking to you.
‘I’m no warrior…’
‘No. You are not. I do not seek a warrior, I enjoy the comfort you bring after a long hunt, enjoy your soft heart when caring for sucklings, I wish to come home after every hunt to my mate waiting for me with our own sucklings. I will bring you a kill each time that I return that you may be proud of.’
She hesitated only a second before reaching out and taking the skull from him, accepting his mating gift. It was only a second before he stood up and swept her up into his arms making her squeal and all the Yautja at the celebration to cheer as he carried her off down the road and to his hut. It was a bit away from the rest and a decent size-she could tell he put effort into it for her, knowing that humans need certain things like comfort and warmth. The bed was comfortable layers of animal pelts and there were blankets from her own planet around the space to keep her warm as well as a small kitchen area for her to bake the sweet treats that every Yautja loves.
‘This is lovely, and cozy…Thank you. Do you mind if I make it more homey?’ She wondered.
‘It is your home my mate. You do what brings you happiness.’ He told her and she was instantly picturing how to make it more comfortable and less formal. ‘You are tired. Humans must sleep, come.’ He insisted, lifting her once again and carrying her to the bed.
‘I don’t need to sleep yet.’
‘You yawn. My mate will be taken care of, I did not ask you to mate with me without knowing what humans need.’ He insisted, laying her down and pulling a think animal pelt over her to keep her warm.
‘Lay with me.’ She told him, holding onto his hand as he went to leave. ‘Humans cuddle, it’s a normal thing. Come here.’ She told him and he did, crawling into the bed and allowing her to cover him with the pelt.
‘Human customs are strange.’ Va’kasha admitted before wrapping his muscular arms around her body and pulling her close, laying another blanket over his new mate to keep her sensitive body nice and warm as she laid her head on his chest. ‘It is nice though…’ he took a deep breath, laying his head on the pillows and pulling his new mate closer.
Humans may be overly emotional and wrong about a lot of things…but he could get used to cuddling.
You'll just have to taste me when he's kissin' you
Ben could spot an unsatisfied woman a mile away
Nina's Remarks : Mind you I used to be a diehard Homelander stan. [4.2k]
tw : homelander, language, pr relationship, mentioned lactation, cheating, smut written by a virgin + first time writing smut (MDNI), fingering, PinV
Life was all about appearances. Or at least it was for you. The most famous woman in America. You hadn't gotten your spot because you were particularly interesting or some kind of one-in-a-million genius, you were where you were because you fit a list of criteria.
You were between the ages of 20 and 25, you were not a previously known supe, you had no criminal record, you were healthy and you were fertile. Homelander had chosen you out of the hundreds if not thousands of headshots he examined for days.
The day you signed your name on that marriage license, you made your choice. Be the trophy wife of the most dangerous man in the nation, in exchange of fame and luxuries you never could've dreamed of before.
Your life seemed picturesque, a page taken straight out of a magazine. Maybe it was that way, just not for you. You were on Vogue, you were invited everywhere, people would kill simply to get an interview with you.
All that, because of a rock on your finger. A symbol of the man responsible of you. Homelander, or John as he insisted you called him.
When you first met him, it was obvious to you that John was not like other men, not only on account of his powers. He was possessive, treating you like a very well-behaved pet rather than an actual person. But it seemed you had it better than most when it came to him. Along with Sister Sage, you were the only person he was somehow at ease with, happy even.
You made sure to always keep him pleased, you'd seen the way he'd rip people in half with his bare hands or burn their skulls with his lasers. You learned to control your heart rate around him, to make sure he never doubted your loyalties.
With no warning from John, he announced a new person would be joining your dysfunctional family unit, so two would become three. Or at least that's what John wanted and he rarely didn't get his way.
You were sitting at your seat in the Seven's conference room on the left of Homelander's at the head of the oddly-shaped table. Your legs were crossed and you were leaning your head on your knuckles as you scrolled through your social media, looking at what people were saying about you today. It had become a daily ritual of yours.
It was mostly positive, except for the occasional 'she's reinforcing traditional gender roles !' here and the 'why is a woman taking so much space at Vought ?' there. The idea of society unanimously agreeing on anything at all was impossible.
You looked up as you heard two sets of footsteps approaching you. One you recognized all too well and one was foreign to your ear. You looked up and saw John, as expected, and... Soldier Boy ?
"Father, I'd like to introduce you to my wife, Victory." Homelander said gesturing towards you. You almost cringed at the sound of your supe name, but you managed to hide it.
You immediately stood up and extended your hand for Soldier Boy to take. "Please, call me Y/N." You said with a warm smile.
"Alright, you can call me Ben." He said with a smirk. He shook your hand at a slow pace and held it for a second too long, which Homelander obviously noticed.
You pulled your hand away. "It's an honour to meet a true patriot like yourself, sir. Especially John's father."
"John's father." He repeated and looked back at his son. He'd just learned Homelander's legal name. "How'd you manage to land this one ?"
John mumbled something about that not being relevant. You wondered, if asked again, should you give your relationship's PR story or the truth to your father-in-law ?
There was a short moment of silence. Ben made no effort to hide the way he was staring at you. It wasn't entirely his fault, seeing as your costume's primary objective was to have as many eyes on you at all times by showcasing as much skin as possible.
You just kept a welcoming smile on your face. Unlike your teammates on the Seven, or any supes for that matter, the act never ended for you. Most supes have two personalities, the one for when the cameras were rolling and the one for when they weren't. But for you, the cameras never turned off. Your whole life since you met John had been a big performance to ensure you would live to see the next day.
Homelander never wanted to see you angry or unhappy, you needed to be there for him with an almost cheerleader-like attitude constantly. You needed to stand at his side in front of the public, never disagreeing with him, no matter what unhinged thing he said. You needed to be there when he needed to release his frustrations, ready for fucking and taking it like a champ with an Oscar worthy performance every time.
"Soldier Boy will be on the Seven starting today." John said as he sat down on his chair. "As my right hand."
For the duration of the meeting, Soldier Boy sat in front of you, sneaking glances whenever he thought you wouldn't notice. But you did notice, you were trained to. But under watchful eyes, you made sure your attention was only ever focused on one man, your husband.
Today was a media day, interviews, photoshoots and announcements. It started with Soldier Boy being given a medal by the vice-president, ex-Vought CEO, Ashley Barrett. The cameras flashed without stop as you stood behind the two, Homelander by your side, as always.
After Ashley's speech came to an end, the most important part of any political ceremony began, pictures. It started with Ashley shaking Soldier Boy's hand, then Homelander and Soldier Boy standing next to each other. "Y/N." John called your name as he gestured for you to come over, you didn't waste a second before joining the duo.
You stood beside your husband, but before any shutters could click, one of the photographers spoke out. "Victory, move to the middle !"
You complied, not thinking much of it. John moved over to give you some space. He stood tall, as always, his hands placed behind his back. You smiled for the cameras, your usual media trained-smile. The one that had become like a second resting face to you.
You felt a hand creep up on the small of your back. It should've been the most ordinary thing, only this hand wasn't wearing a glove, or at least not one covering the fingertips like you were used to.
You glanced to your left quickly. Ben.
He kept his gaze aimed at the people in front of him, not acknowledging his own action. The random grabbing was only the start of it.
Later on during the day you were booked with Homelander and Soldier Boy for an issue of a Vought-controlled magazine to really sell the image of this great American dynasty that you now were.
John was sitting down on a chair, Ben stood behind him, a hand on his shoulder as if he were a proud father, and you were on the ground, your head leaned on John's leg.
You stayed still for as long as they asked, not moving by an inch. Every bend in your body, every part of you being shown and every angle had been carefully arranged by a choreographer. No mistakes allowed.
Although you couldn't turn around to confirm it, you felt the weight of Soldier Boy's gaze on you whenever the camera was off.
"Okay, let's move on to the next one !" The photography director yelled, but before anyone on set could move from their positions, John stopped them.
"Hold it. Let me see and I'll decide when we're done."
The crew all looked at each other, fear starting to settle in their hearts. Unsurprisingly, they all complied, too afraid to stand up to your husband.
You lifted your head from John's lap to allow him to get up. Before going to see the photos, he softly placed a hand on the top of your head and said, "You're doing good."
You heard a low chuckle behind you. "What are you, his fuckin' dog ?" You finally allowed yourself to look at him. He looked down at you, considering you were still on your knees. "Don't worry, I'm the last person to kink shame."
"I'm not a dog, John's just letting me know he... appreciates the way I'm acting." Your own logic was starting to confuse you.
"That's okay sweetheart, I think that just makes me like you more." He whispered as Homelander came back.
You took a few more pictures in this setting and then came the duo pictures. When you were finally paired with Soldier Boy, you wondered why John was even allowing this.
Ben stood straight, his back facing the camera, and you were leaning your elbow on his shoulder. Halfway through, the director announced he wanted to try something different, something bold, or at least for you.
They placed a stool in front of you. As you were being given instructions, you began climbing. Instinctively, you used Soldier Boy's shoulder to help lift yourself up. It was difficult to do so in your heels, and once you almost reached the top, you missed the last step, causing you to fall back.
A quick whimper escaped you, but before you could even start falling, a hand had placed itself on your hip, steadying you. "Careful doll, I ain't always here to catch you."
"I don't need you catching me all the time." You awkwardly laughed, trying to brush off the interaction. You both got in position as the director instructed, Ben still looking away from the camera and you looking down at the top of his head from your stool.
The set went silent, the only noise filling the room being the camera clicking. Suddenly, you heard the sound of fabric stretching, you knew exactly what that was. It was low, low enough that anyone without powers wouldn't have known. Your gaze shifted to meet his eyes. A huge smirk painted his face as he looked down then towards you.
You prayed silently that John was too distracted in that moment to notice what had transpired. To say this was the strangest interaction you'd had with Soldier Boy was an understatement, worse was yet to come.
Interviewers then came to get material for their articles. Ben was obviously the one with no PR training in the group as when asked about you he said you were a 'real class act, if she wasn't married I'd've snatched her for myself. Not that that's ever stopped me before.'
The odd interactions between you two just started from there on out. Any time a picture was being taken, Ben was always next to you. When talking about Homelander, the only thing he would praise his son about was his choice of wife. And of course, many, many stares.
After another draining day, you were sitting on the white marble floor of your shower, holding your knees close to your chest and letting the burning hot water fall on your skin without a care in the world. Moments like these were one of the rare times you were truly by yourself. Homelander thankfully didn't care to be present for your bi-weekly everything shower.
You'd actually finished your routine ten minutes prior, the smell of your sugary vanilla products still lingering in the air. The sound of the water hitting the tiles created this calming atmosphere, silencing all your worries and problems.
Unbeknownst to you, Soldier Boy had just let himself into yours and Homelander's apartment. Call it father's intuition or just being a creep, even he wasn't sure what he was looking for. He quickly took in the Americana themed living room, which he thought was the tackiest thing he'd seen in a long time, before making a beeline straight to the bedroom.
He looked at the images that adorned the walls around him, dozens of Vought-approved photoshoots of yourself and your husband in all sorts of settings to make it seem like your relationship was healthy and normal. There wasn't a single frame where you weren't smiling, but Ben knew it was disingenuous. You could fool everyone but not him, no one could fool him when it came to women.
He noticed a fresh pile of clothes neatly folded on the red, white and blue duvet. At the top of it was a little pair of pink underwear. Ben looked to his left, then his right, as if to check if anyone was looking at him, and shoved the fabric in his pocket.
He moved towards the first of two nightstands on either sides of the bed. He opened it to find a pile of magazines, mostly of Homelander and a few of you.
At the bottom of the drawer was a magazine with the words 'Cancelled project' stamped in red ink over the cover. Ben decided to have a peek inside, and boy was he glad he did. You, the girl he'd been eyeing for a little over two weeks, with close to nothing on in poses that would make a pornstar blush.
Soldier Boy chuckled as he quickly turned the pages but his amusement ended once he noticed that some of them were wrinkly and stuck together. He instinctively let go of the magazine, letting it fall to the floor, a disgusted look on his face clear as day.
He moved on to the second nightstand. This one was more typical, a bottle of pills, a pair of glasses and various skincare products. It wasn't hard to deduct whose nightstand was whose. He lifted the small orange bottle to read what was written on its label, 'Lactoxene - Gillman, Y/N'.
At that moment, you walked out of the adjacent bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around your wet body. The second your eyes landed on the man, you froze and gripped the fabric shielding you from him tighter. Your usual smile appeared back on your face almost automatically. "Soldier Boy ! What are you doing here ?" Although you tried to hide it, the surprise in your voice was impossible to mask.
"What's Lactoxene ?" He said with a smirk as he showed you what was in his hand.
For once in your life, you couldn't think of an immediate response. Your eyes went wide, what were you supposed to say to that ? "It's Vought prototype medication." You answered, staying vague enough, or so you thought.
"Depraved little bastard. What kind of fucking sicko is into that ?" Soldier Boy huffed, almost holding back a laugh. "So you're... Right now ?" You didn't even have to answer, he already knew by your avoidant demeanour. "Well he definitely didn't get that from me."
"You shouldn't be here." You simply stated.
"Why not ?"
Your gaze kept shifting between Soldier Boy and the bedroom door, scared someone would walk in. "John could come back at any moment."
"Ah, scared your husband's gonna catch you with his daddy ?" Soldier Boy slowly walked towards you. "Trust me sugar, he ain't gonna find out."
For every step forward he took, you took a step back, until you reached the bedroom wall. "'Ts really a shame a pretty thing like you is stuck with a pussy like him. What you need, is a real man."
"John is a real man." You said, not hesitating to come to your husband's defence, but was it out of love or habit ?
Ben finally reached you, he placed his arms on the wall, blocking you in front of him. You could've pushed him, you were a supe after all, but you didn't, you let him stay.
"Really ? How often does he get you to finish ?"
Your eyes widen at his question. As much as you wanted to prove him wrong, you couldn't. He examined your face closely as he waited for his answer. He could almost see the cogs turning in your head.
"... He never has."
"Well, that tells me everything I need to know." He brushed away some hair that was in front of your face. "Let me give you what you need." He said in the gentlest tone you'd ever heard from him. And with that simple phrase, something in you changed.
You looked at the wedding band you'd taken off for your shower that was sitting on your nightstand. The diamond on it could probably rival a small city's GDP. The sun clashed with it and made it sparkle in all the right ways. But that wasn't important, not now.
Before Ben could make the first move, you grabbed the sides of his face roughly and crashed your lips on his. Even he was taken aback by your initiative, but he sure wasn't complaining.
Years of repressed sexual dissatisfaction all coming out onto one man. One man you shouldn't be with.
His hands moved away from the wall and instead placed themselves around your back, bringing you closer to him. Your noses hit each other due to the sheer intensity of the act.
He lifted you up from the floor and threw you on the bed. You whined almost instinctively due to the sudden loss of contact. "Take it off, let me see what I'm workin' with." He instructed as he began removing his own armour.
You tugged at the tucked-in pieces of the towel that were keeping it in place, and once his uniform's chest plate hit the ground, so did the fabric separating you from his gaze.
He let out a small whistle. "Honey, with a body like that it's mind-blowing that Homelander ain't pouncing on you every chance he gets. What a waste."
You were sitting on your knees as you watched Ben undress. You caught yourself comparing him to John. You knew Vought padded his Homelander suit, but you remember the first time you saw what was underneath and you couldn't believe how truly scrawny he really was.
In comparison, Soldier Boy was pure muscle. Even without the V1 he would've been stronger than most. And he was big where it mattered, much bigger than his successor. In that moment it felt like the roles were reversed, now you were the one ogling him with no shame.
Once he was finally done, he quickly approached you, and out of instinct you leaned forward, as if it would bring him to you faster.
"Eager aren't we ?" He said as he grabbed your chin with his index and thumb, moving it along your cheek slightly.
"Can you really blame me ?" You opened your mouth and took his finger in. What were you doing ? You had never done anything like this before. It was like you'd been replaced by a wild animal in heat.
Ben began pushing you into lying down, following along with you. It wasn't long until your mouths were connected again. He began tracing his fingers on your skin, progressively bringing them lower and lower until they reached their wanted destination.
He started rubbing slow circles on your clit and you let out a sigh you didn't even know you had in you. Considering his slow pace, you began bucking your hips in hopes of creating more friction. You felt two of his fingers carefully entering you. "Oh !" You said as you slightly pulled away from his mouth.
"What ?" He simply answered as he began increasing the speed of his touching and moving his digits in and out of you.
"Joh... Homelander's never..." Your speech was hindered by all your laboured breathing due to the new sensation. "... Done this to me... Before."
"What does he do to you ?" Ben began slowing down.
"I-it never lasts long... Usually missionary... He sucks on m-my tits. He makes... He makes me s-suck him off under his d-desk sometimes... And that's it.."
"And he's never made you come. That's pathetic. Truly." He said as he removed his fingers from you, leaving you on edge. "Good thing I'm here. What you need..."
He sat himself up and moved away from you, towards the top of the comically-large bed leaving you alone at the end of it. "...Is a real fuck." He leaned his back on the headboard as he extended out his arms. "C'mere."
You got on all fours and crawled towards him, making it a painfully agonizing display for you and him, pushing back the time of your release. Once you reached him you stalled, unsure what to do next. You lowered your head towards his manhood, as you assumed it was your turn to give back. But before you could get far, he brought you back up.
"This ain't about me." You looked at him almost in amazement. John had never cared about anything other than his own dick. But now, it was all for you. Out of everyone you knew, you were quite surprised at how caring Ben actually was.
He brought you closer to him and began leaving kisses all over your skin. On your neck, your chest, your arms. In between ministrations, he began talking. "Look at you, poor girl. Never satisfied and stuck with an ungrateful man. But you don't need to worry anymore, 'cause Ben's gonna take care of you."
You felt him lifting you up by your hips delicately and placing you where he wanted. He lined you up and let you take the lead, a first for you. You slowly sunk down on him. It stung, as if it were your first time.
It took you a moment to really settle, but once he was all in, you felt full. Your breathing became heavy as you slowly started to move up, then down. You began gaining speed in your movement, and the more you did, the more you realized there was a whole world you were missing out on because of John.
Ben laughed loudly as he caressed your breast. "Goddamn this might just be one of the best I've had."
The room was filled with the sound of moans, grunts and skin slapping, without a care in the world for who could potentially find you both in this compromising position.
You wrapped your arms around his neck to stabilize your body and you wondered how you were still standing. Ben thrusted his hips beneath you to really accentuate his own pleasure. You pushed yourself harder on him, you were sure if you had the ability to bruise, you'd be all blue by now.
The level of ecstasy you were feeling was unmatched to anything you'd ever lived before. There were tears in the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall from the sheer bliss of it all.
You could feel the crashing wave of satisfaction slowly creeping in. You leaned your head in the crook of his neck and he whispered, "You're takin' all of me so well. You're so greedy after bein' deprived from this for so long, ain't you ?"
"Mm-hm." Was all you could mutter back in response.
You were both close, you could sense it. So he kept talking. "Next time you're with him, next time he fucks you, all you'll be able to think about is my cock."
Your moans got higher and louder as you felt your orgasm fall upon you. You almost went limp in his arms, but he kept pushing, chasing his own high. You felt his release in you, the come even leaking out of you. He then fell back in exhaustion.
You might've been super-abided, but you both needed a minute to rest from all that. You laid down on his chest as you felt him wrap his arms around you.
"For a first time on top, I'd say you did pretty well." He said.
"I don't know how I can ever go back to just John after this." You chuckled.
You pulled yourself off his body and sat down next to him, feeling quite empty. You could feel the slow trickling of bodily fluids down your thighs. It was never like this with Homelander. Never.
Your bodies almost shimmered from the sweat you'd worked up. You looked around at the mess your usually tidy bedroom had become. You noticed the clothes Soldier Boy had left on the floor, more particularly a pocket in his pants, which a light pink fabric was protruding from.
"Are those my panties ? You're such a weirdo." You joked.
"Hey, you're drugging yourself so your man child of a husband can sucks milk from your tits because he didn't have a mama growing up."
"Touché. But you should be grateful, those pills made my girls grow three cups."
"Oh I'm grateful." He nodded in agreement. "Can you imagine if he walked in right now ? Seein' his sexy wife, full of come, in his own bed with his dad. And the press around it ? 'Homelander's wife stolen by father, Soldier Boy'."
"Woah, slow down, cowboy. Let's at least do this a few more times before we get there."
"'Right, wanna get started on round two then ?"
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nooothing, just thinking about ben finding you like a little stray kitten. off the side of the road, a runaway from some trailer park. your dress all beat and dusty, your makeup smudged by your tears. your hair is stuck to your face with wind and sweat. and he's been driving on the road. it's not like he knows this world well either, but he knows the world, and he knows more than you. ben taking you in like a little stray, and he places a big hand on your head, stroking your soft hair.
"going anywhere?" he'd ask, his voice all rough and deep and enough to make your stomach bubble with butterflies that you've never had before, your cross burn against the skin of your chest. and you'd just shake your head, his smile leading you into the car, telling you "good girls get to sit at the front, and pick the music." and well. pastor richard always said you were a good girl , why not now ?
I wrote a Klaus Mikaelson fic about him being a catholic school art teacher and taking advantage of a naive catholic girl…I’m gonna need someone to write something like that with Soldier Boy corrupting her in the darkest way possible, please?
I’ve never written for Soldier Boy but I’m desperate to read a fic just like that!
ok wait but imagine being soldier boys partner from payback and when the boys find him and release him the first thing he’s looking for is u
omgg this has me screaming! yes, yes, yes! / MDNI
the way ben instantly searches for you the moment he gets freed from the box. when he finds you, he is still so angry at everything so he has to let his frustration out on you :(
he is so desperate, kissing you, inhaling your scent like a wild animal, licking you all over. he just can't can't get enough of you. when he goes down on you he actually sniffs your cunt while groaning, you squeal "god, you're so gross ben!" and he just bites down on your clit telling you to shut up as his tongue laps at your folds desperately. ben was honestly so nasty right now, unkempt, covered in sweat and the scent of his musk overpowered the fragrance of your sweet perfume. but you still get so wet at him eating you out like a man starved, his fingers digging into your thighs, his rough beard scratching your sensitive cunt
he turns you around and spanks you, chokes you, leaves marks on you. all of it just happens in the span of five minutes. he rubs himself on you like a dog trying to claim his territory "fuck, I can't get enough of you doll. am fuckin' addicted to you" he swiftly pulled out his thick cock, the tip of it already leaking with precum "ain't got no fuckin time for foreplay today. just be a good whore for me today yeah?" your eyes widened as you felt him shove his cock in your cunt with no preparation whatsoever. the burning sensation made you instantly tear up "please, it's too much daddy- I can't handle it" he didn't even take into consideration what you said. he covered your mouth with his huge hand while you were ugly crying, snot dripping down your nose "I don' wanna hear none of it, bitch. just be a fuckin good slut for once and help daddy relax"
