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âYou seem to be walking okay.â
âWell, Iâll probably never walk as good again. But itâs worth it, yâknow, for being a more evolved human being, so⊠THANK YOU. Iâve never had a friend QUITE LIKE YOU.â
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hehehehe. thannk u dulche <3 this wasn't a hard draw tbh, these fics play such BIG role in my style as a writer, and honestly tell you everything you need to know about me as a person akfjbaev
1 // Killing Eve
SUMMARY: Clark meets another super, who he can fuck the way he really wants to.
2 // Love, Temptation
SUMMARY: The first time Superman meets a telepath and nearly gets his secret revealed.
3 // Killshot
SUMMARY: Clark Kent scores an interview with Bruce Wayne's infamous sister â you. Except you don't make it easy for him.
4 // Everybody Here Wants You
SUMMARY: Clark and you share a room at a motel for the night.
5 // Burning Blue
SUMMARY: Superman attends a gala where he's being honoured and steals some time from a very hard-to-get Congresswoman â you.
I would love to share this with everyone who may happen to see this post. Please support this wonderful human being. He spent nearly a half century in prison for a crime he never committed. And the only thing that kept him going was his artistic endeavors. He deserves the best life can offer anyone â€ïž
synopsis: In the field, you've come to expect Vigilante not to follow orders. After another reckless maneuver and at your wits' end you find yourself alone in the office with Adrian and discover maybe he's not so bad at listening after all.
gif by @/chaseadrian
pairing: adrian chase x reader
tags: 18+, welcome to smut city, coworkers to maybe more?, but definitely coworkers to coworkers who fuck, very loose sub adrian vibes, adrian is different in and out of the suit, vigilante is fucking menace, fingers in mouths, oral (f receiving), premature ejaculation, office/desk sex, pw(arguably too much)p, tiny bit of medical terminology and injury, parts of this are very silly sorry i can't help myself when it comes to humor!
word count: 6.1k
note: brought to you by this ask! with a special shoutout to @genuinelygemini for the "subby adrian" suggestion! i don't know exactly how subby this is in the end, but it was fun to write! i don't usually write explicit smut, but I had a grand old time. đââïž
The sound of your helmet colliding with the wall was what finally prompted Adrian to speak up.
âI feel like youâre mad,â he said simply, his brow furrowed as he watched you pace back and forth. The sound of his voice stopped you dead. You clapped your hands together slowly as you looked at him through narrowed eyes.
âOh, really astute, Adrian. Good job.â
He smiled that stupid dimpled smile of his. âThank you.â
âOhmygod,â you groaned under your breath, raking your fingers through your hair.Â
âDo you need water or something? I feel like youâre breathing really hard and,â he paused to look down at his watch, âusually your heart rate has returned to normal by now.â
âWhat I need, Adrian, is for you to fucking listen to me in the field!â you exclaimed, kicking the wastebasket that was suddenly in your way. Adrianâs eyes tracked it as it skidded across the floor and into the filing cabinets. âDo you have some kind of fucking complex or something? Itâs like youâre physically incapable of hearing anything I say when weâre out there. Weâre supposed to be a team but every mission becomes The Adrian Show. Like, we get it. Youâre a man.â
âWell, Iâm sorry that I canât help my genetic makeup. Frankly, I think being a woman would be awesome. I mean, aside from all the misogyny and systemic oppression. But Iâve kind of always wanted to know what it would be like to be a mother,â he rambled.
You stared at him in disbelief. âCan you please, please shut the fuck up?â
A small part of you felt bad for saying it. You didnât usually mind when Adrian went off on one of his rants. He was like a cute black hole, and you knew all too well what it was like to be sucked in. Adrian Chase - the man you sat next to at work, who always brought you a cup of coffee without being prompted; who could talk ad nauseum but listened when you had something to say; the coworker whom you always found yourself tucking in the tag at his collar was not the issue.
The issue was who he became in the fucking suit. Vigilante put blinders on him - and not just because of his stupidly limited field of vision in the mask.
You started undoing the clasps of your body armor and tossed your chest plate onto the nearest chair which you promptly threw yourself into. You hunched over and mentally prepared yourself to start unlacing your boots - youâd gotten kicked hard as shit in the ribs out there. They were sore, not broken. Probably. But before you could manage the task, Adrian rolled his chair in front of yours, brushing your knees with his. He reached down and started untying one boot, gently knocking your tired fingers out of the way in the process.
You sat up, stunned, and merely watched as his head dipped between your knees and he unlaced both boots, then slowly took them off and gently set them aside. He sat back up and pushed his wireframes up the bridge of his nose and just looked at you. It was unnerving to have him so silent.Â
âWhere the hell is this in the field?â you asked quietly. He cocked his head slightly, almost like he didnât understand the question.
âI donât have to worry about you in the field,â he said simply. âExcept when you get kicked so hard I think youâre going to start coughing up blood.â
âOf course you donât have to worry about me in the field, I can hold my goddamn own. But you put that fucking suit on and itâs like I donât know who Iâm dealing with anymore.â
His brow furrowed slightly. âI donât understand, I feel like we work really well together.â
âYou donât listen to me. Itâs like youâve got a one track mind and itâs your way or the highway. We work because Iâm always having to adapt to you.âÂ
He seemed to consider this. âBut thatâs because I know what Iâm doing?â
You barked out a laugh that hurt. âOh and I donât?â
âIâm pretty sure I just said I donât have to worry about you? Iâm confused.â
His green eyes were wide and bewildered. You took a sharp breath through your nose and pushed your chair slightly back. You needed space - a thing Adrian did not know how to give. You unzipped your compression jacket, hoping it would alleviate the hot prickle of anger at the back of your neck, but instead all it did was cause Adrianâs gaze to drag across your chest like a jolt of electricity.Â
âWhat did you say about my heart rate earlier?â you asked, your mouth feeling suddenly dry.Â
âHuh?â he asked, gaze raking up the column of your throat before he seemed to remember you had a face.Â
âNot listening once again, I see,â you taunted, this time with a sly smile. Adrian pouted slightly.Â
âOkay, this was different. Iâm not thinking about your tits when weâre in the field,â he said, as if that was some sort of sound argument and not a confession.
âGood to know my feminine wiles arenât causing your fucking problem,â you drawled sarcastically.
âOh, no, they definitely are. But like, a different sort of problem,â he said, voice low in the same sort of way it got when he was drunk. Then, he seemed to regain an ounce of focus. âHey! I donât have a fucking problem. You just donât like taking orders from me.â
That wasnât entirely untrue. Though calling them orders was perhaps a bit generous. More like improvising based on Vigilanteâs unhinged decision making. âYou seem to like giving them.â
âWhen Iâm Vigilante, sure! Youâre acting like I donât take orders aaaaall the time when weâre not in the field,â he complained. âI like it when you tell me what to do.â
You paused. âYou like it?â
âIs that not what I just said?â
You turned all the new information over in your mind. âWhatâs my heart rate, Adrian?â
âHow should I know?â he retorted. âYour resting heart rate is normally 56 beats per minute. Cool as a fucking cucumber. Iâve actually been trying to train mine to be somewhere like 45 beats per minute because I read somewhere that really good athletes can have a bpm as low as 40bpm. And, I mean, we basically are athletes and I want to be at the top of my game. Actually, the Guinness World Record for slowest resting heart rate is 27bpm and I feel like if I worked really hard I could probably beat that.â
You laughed again and then winced. âAdrian Chase, you will only have a resting heart rate lower than 27bpm when youâre fucking dead.â
You werenât sure you wanted to know how he knew your resting heart rate, but your brain supplied the image of his fingers gently pressed to your throat so easily. He must have checked it while you were sleeping - whether that was on one of his âsweepsâ of your apartment in the middle of the night, or while you were napping on the bedraggled office couch, or the time you two had had to share a bed on a mission, wellâŠheâd had plenty of opportunities to collect data you supposed.
âAdrian,â you repeated again, your hand moving slowly towards his. âTake my pulse.â
âOh!â he said, sitting up slightly straighter, something attentive in his posture. Then he nodded. He grabbed your wrist and pulled it towards him. He looked down at your hand in his lap and seemed to short circuit.
âMight help if you take your gloves off,â you suggested.
âRight,â he replied, nodding vigorously. He ripped a glove off with his teeth and then pressed his warm, slightly sweaty fingertips to the pulse point in your wrist.
âYour radial pulse isnât very strong,â he commented, his brow furrowed in concentration.
âTry here,â you said, bringing his hand to your throat. You rolled your chair just slightly forward so that his knees were trapped between yours.Â
But he met your gaze evenly and those wide, shining eyes of his took you in as he counted silently, his pink lips moving around the shape of each number. You could practically see two pastel hearts pasted where his eyes should be. You were probably, almost definitely going to regret this all later. But the pure curiosity of it overtook all common sense.Â
â75,â Adrian said, voice a hoarse whisper.Â
âWhat?â you asked, too busy lost in the swirling green pools in front of you. You really were doomed, werenât you?
âBeats,â he clarified. âPer minute. Actually, thatâs an average over the course of two minutes. You didnât stop me and I thought I might as well be thorough.â
You nodded as if that made perfect sense but you couldnât stop thinking about how youâd both let two minutes pass uninterrupted while you stared into each othersâ eyes with his warm fingers pressed at your throat. You leaned slightly further forward.
âYour turn,â you said gently and touched your fingers to the side of Adrianâs neck. âBut you have to be nice and quiet for me so I can focus. Can you manage that?â
Adrian made a small noise somewhere in the back of his throat. âFuck - uh, yes?â
Again, he wordlessly locked onto you in a way that made something terrible and wonderful brew inside you. The corner of his lips twitched like he wanted to speak but he managed to wrangle it in. You werenât wearing a watch, so you pulled Adrianâs hand into your lap and started counting meticulously. You dragged your gaze from his watch to his face for just a moment and enjoyed the spike in his pulse. He frowned at you and then whispered: âShouldnât you be focusing?â
âIâm very focused, Adrian,â you replied, voice low. Adrian shifted his hips in his chair. You winked, causing him to curse under his breath. Satisfied with the taste of excitement in him, you looked back at his watch.
â95 and climbing,â you said when the minute had passed. âWhatâs got your heart in such a patter?â
âMy pulse is usually, like, way lower, I swear,â Adrian said quietly. âBut youâre making me nervous.â
âNervous?â you asked, pulling back slightly, worried you were misreading the whole thing. Adrianâs fingers caught your wrist in a flash.
âNot nervous. Iâm fucking horny. Fuck! I mean, uh, Iâm fucking happy. That you want to touch me.â
âOh?â You couldnât help the giggle that bubbled out of you. âSo youâre not horny, or?â
He groaned and pressed his forehead into your palm instead of his own.Â
He dragged your hand down his face, over the front of his throat and then slid it up towards his jaw. You let your fingers explore, catching against the slightest stubble. Suddenly, Adrian opened his mouth and looked up at you with big, pleading eyes.Â
You narrowed your gaze, uncertain what he wanted, until he moved his head so that your fingers were just inside his lips, resting against his tongue. Oh. You slid your fingers into his wanting mouth, gliding over the velvet expanse of his tongue. He closed his lips around your index and middle finger, and you pushed them further in, testing, before you slowly withdrew, feeling how he hummed around them.
âIâve always wondered what that would feel like,â he admitted once your fingers had slipped free. A small thread of spit connected you still. He turned his head again and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist innocently like he hadnât just begged for your fingers in his mouth. You wanted to say fuck it, to lean forward and capture his mouth with yours, to strip him out of that stupid costume and ride him until you both came hard, but more than that you wanted him to work for it. To beg a little. Adrian owed you nothing, but Vigilante on the other handâŠ
âApical pulse,â Adrian said suddenly.
âWhat?â you asked, snapped straight out of the delightful idea of his face between your legs.
âApical pulse is the most accurate,â he said matter-of-factly.Â
âAnd where is that?â
He reached forward and brushed his fingers against the front of your shirt, slowly dragging until they rested just beneath your breast. His fingers hooked into the fabric idly.
âCan I try again?â Adrian asked breathlessly. âPlease? For science.â
Your lips split into a grin. âWell, if itâs for science how can I say no?â
Adrian released his hold on your shirt and sunk to the floor between your knees, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. He dragged his fingers down to the hem of your shirt and dipped his trembling fingers beneath the fabric. His breath was hot against your throat as he leaned even closer, his other hand coming to your waist. You werenât sure if it was to ground himself or hold you down. Either way it made something hot and wanting unravel in the pit of your stomach.
The callused pads of his fingers were deliciously warm against your skin as they slid up and cupped your breast over your bra. He gave it a tentative squeeze before he dipped his index and middle finger beneath the underwire. His fingers dragged along the underside of your breast until he found the right spot. You were sure heâd find your heart rate had increased again, despite your attempts to the contrary. The last thing you wanted was Adrian to know he rattled you, though, you suspected you may have blown it entirely on that front.Â
You ran your fingers up Adrianâs neck into his curls and gripped tightly. Adrian hissed and then looked up at you with glassy eyes, pupils blown wide. âI - I lost count.â
You laughed, then yanked Adrian up to your mouth by the hair. Your lips had barely touched when he moaned into your open mouth. He kissed with the exact kind of frenzy you expected: wet, tongue-forward, frankly sloppy. It was a kind of eagerness that stirred a fondness in your chest. His hand slipped, conveniently, up your breast, pushing your bra up and out of his way.Â
Adrian leaned closer still, following your mouth like he was afraid you were going to take it away from him for good at any moment. You gripped his hair tighter still and Adrian seemed to be speaking into your mouth, but you couldnât make heads or tails of what he could possibly be saying. He slipped his hand out of your shirt, fingers dragging gently across your skin and sending a shiver down your spine. He grabbed your tank top and ripped it straight down the middle.Â
âAdrian!â you gasped, pulling back to punch him in the shoulder.Â
âIâm sorry!â he exclaimed and then immediately began peppering your face with kisses. âSorry I just couldnât stop picturing what your tits look like and I needed to see them immediately.â
You snorted a laugh and unhooked your bra and tossed it aside. âHappy?â
âI think Iâm the happiest Iâve ever been in my entire life. Like, I could die right now and I would be content. Thank you. Thank you for sharing these with me. Iâm the luckiest man in the whole wide â â
âAdrian, shut the hell up,â you ordered.
âYes maâam,â he agreed with a salute before grabbing ahold of your hips and sliding you closer to the edge of your chair. He danced his fingers lightly over the ugly bruise forming across your ribs before he kissed the top of each of your breasts. Then, he paused, staring at your chest with a look of pure consternation. âHow am I supposed to pick just one?â
âOh my god, Adrian,â you started to groan but then Adrian took one of your nipples into his warm mouth and the disparagement left your brain entirely. His teeth grazed your skin slightly and then he looked up at you through his lashes, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose again. You gently repositioned them for him and were rewarded with a blinding smile.Â
âIs this okay?â he asked, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.
âItâs fine,â you replied, trying to assure him. But he seemed to take that as an assessment of quality instead. He sat back on his heels and pouted.
âHow can I do better? Tell me what to do and Iâll do it. Iâll do anything,â he pleaded.Â
You pressed your thighs together slightly, desperate for some sort of relief. You were both a goddamn mess. Desperate for distraction from the sight of him begging, you twisted your fingers into his curls and pulled his mouth to yours again, leading him into a slower, more languid kiss. Somewhere in the back of your brain you reprimanded yourself for kissing him so much - letting him think this was something other than what it was was dangerous. But the idiot was a good goddamn kisser.
You guided him to his feet, pulling him closer still until suddenly he was straddling your lap, ass perched firmly on your knees. Your fingers traipsed over him, undoing buckles and zippers and snaps as you went. You knew Adrianâs armor intimately from your agile study of his form, his fighting style, and from looking for weak points. He wasnât open to your notes, but it helped you know how best to cover his ass at a momentâs notice in the field.
Your fingers finally found smooth skin as you helped him out of his last layer, leaving him and his tightly muscled form in just a tank top. Part of you wanted to rip it off with your teeth, another part of you wanted to sit back and watch him slowly strip the rest away. All thoughts left your head as Adrianâs mouth moved to your neck. His tongue laved at the skin, teeth pinching flesh just slightly, when he suddenly drew back, as if rousing from some kind of haze.
âArenât you supposed to be on my lap?â he asked quietly, his gaze fixed on your lips. His chest was heaving and barely anything had happened. You worried suddenly that if you let him put his dick in you heâd drop dead.
âWay to give into gender stereotypes, Adrian,â you taunted. His eyes snapped up to meet yours. âIâm teasing. Mostly. I think itâs kind of hot that youâre on my lap.â
âYou do?â he asked. You nodded. âOkay, good. Because I like it, too. A lot.â
âI have an idea,â you said suddenly, tilting Adrianâs chin with your index and middle finger. âHow about a little lesson in taking orders?â
Adrian nodded furiously, at a loss for words. He looked so happy - kind of like the way he did when you complimented him on a kill. And now you were imbued with a kind of power you hadnât really been anticipating. But you were certainly going to make it worth both your whiles.
You sat back slightly and dragged your gaze over him. âShirt off, please.â
Adrian wasted no time at all. When he untangled himself from the fabric eagerly he looked back at you. âYou donât have to ask nicely. Iâll do anything you say even if you ask not-nicely. Actually donât even ask. Just tell me.â
You blinked back at him. âI just want to make sure I have this straight - you really want me to tell you what to do?â
âIâve been told I do really well with clear instruction,â he said, grinning.Â
âIâll believe it when I see it,â you retorted with a roll of your eyes.Â
Adrian sighed. âYouâre still mad about earlier? God, maybe Peacemaker was right - you really do need to get laid.â
You could feel the frustrated heat crawling up the back of your neck. Of course fucking Peacemaker was - âIâm sorry, why exactly were you and Chris talking about my sex life?â
âI just said I thought youâd been a little tense lately and I wondered if I could do anything to help and he said that you âprobably just needed a good fuckâ.â
âJesus Christ.â
âIf it makes you feel any better he said I âdefinitely wasnât man enough for the jobâ,â Adrian said with a shrug. You werenât really sure how that was supposed to make you feel better or instill any confidence in you.
âLook, I know heâs your friend, but thatâs fucked up all around. And Iâll kick his fucking ass for youâŠif you want?â you offered with a wince. Might as well have stapled your bleeding heart straight to your arm for everyone to see.
âIâd like to see it,â Adrian said with a thoughtful expression. Then he leaned down and kissed the corner of your mouth almost daintily. âJust promise not to hurt him too bad?â
âI will make no such promises.â
Adrian gasped like he was scandalized. âGod, youâre so fucking hot.â
You preened a little under his praise. âAnyway, are you going to do something about proving Peacemaker wrong or are you just going to sit there on my lap looking pretty all night?â
âDefinitely not!â Adrian replied, kissing you again, this time his open mouth on yours, hot breath mingling. He reeled back, your head held in his hands. âWait, fuck, I mean definitely not going to sit here looking pretty all night. Definitely going to fuck you.â
His mouth returned to its sloppy conquest of your neck and he slipped his hand into the waist of your pants, wasting no time in dragging his fingers between your legs, pushing your underwear aside. Your hips lifted into his touch and you pulled his hair harder than you intended.
âIf you keep pulling my hair like that Iâm gonna come in my pants,â he said, half complaint and half desperate need. He bit down on your collarbone. âYouâre so fucking wet. Sick.â
You couldnât help but laugh. Adrian pouted again but you reassured him with your tongue in his mouth and your fingers grasping at him through the fabric of his pants. He let out a hiss and gave up all other priorities to fumble with his pants. You pressed a hand against his smooth, warm chest.
âAre we really about to fuck on a wheelie office chair?â you asked, interrupting the flow of the moment.
âUh, yeah? Itâs kinda cool. I can likeâŠslide us around to different places.â
âWhy would you need to do that?â
âI donât know, donât you like options?â he argued, seeming utterly confused that you didnât see the merit in transportation-based fucking. You rolled your eyes.
âYouâre a fucking idiot.â
His hips rolled against you slightly. Of course he liked that.
âFine, we can fuck somewhere else. Maybe the couch? Nah, Peacemaker and Harcourt have definitely fucked on that couch and I donât want to encroach on the sanctity of thatâŠâ
âWhat?â
He plowed ahead, eyes scanning the room. âOh! We could fuck on your desk. Wait, no, letâs fuck on my desk! Thereâs a real risk that every time I look at it after this I will get hard, but thatâs a risk Iâm willing to take.â
âI hate you.â
âMaybe,â he retorted with a grin. âNow can I please go down on you? Itâs actually all I can think about. Iâve been told my pussy eating could make anyone love me, so letâs see if you still hate me after.â
âAdrian, no one has ever told you that,â you accused. He grinned, something crooked and impish.
âOkay, so maybe no one has said it to me, but I think it was implied. All Iâm saying is satisfaction guaranteed for services rendered!â
The blatant honesty took you by surprise but not any more than suddenly finding yourself on your back on the desk with Adrianâs hips between your legs. He yanked you closer to the edge of the desk and then made quick work of undoing your pants, taking them and your underwear in one go in a way that almost made you dizzy.
Whatever you were about to say died on your lips when Adrian dropped to his knees again with a decisive thud and threw your legs over his shoulders. His warm hands pressed into the tops of your thighs, grip tight but not painful. He kneaded at your skin for a moment before he looked up at you through those pretty, stupid eyelashes of his.
âMay I?â he asked, voice a low whisper.
You pressed your lips into a firm line to keep from laughing. If you were being honest, Adrian asking for permission was really doing something for you. You propped yourself up on one elbow so you could reach down and run your fingers through his curls adoringly. He had the same intense energy at the prospect of eating you out as if youâd given him a present to unwrap. He was vibrating with excitement. He dragged his cheek along the inside of your thigh and kissed your knee as he waited, patient and postulant.
âYou may.â
The speed with which Adrian plunged forward to lick between your folds needed to be studied by science. He approached the act like he was well and truly starved. Your thighs tightened around his head, an involuntary clench of your muscles, but Adrian seemed to love that too. He hummed his approval against you, the sound of his tongue on you and in you positively obscene.Â
âYouâre so wet,â Adrian managed, catching his breath for a moment.Â
âPlease remember to breathe down there, Adrian,â you replied, deeply aware of the way it was harder to even out your own breathing. You twisted a curl around your finger and then another and his eyes fluttered shut. You hated how pretty he was. How was it possible that the beautiful, hapless, devotee between your legs was also the same man you wanted to choke to death with your bare hands in the field?Â
You gave his hair another little tug.
âI like when you pull my hair,â he groaned. You smiled wickedly and pulled a little harder.
âLike that?â you asked, watching him carefully, calculating. He was so much easier to read out of the Vigilante suit.Â
âYeah, just like that,â he confirmed. He reached down, adjusting himself within his tactical pants. You really needed to do something about getting him out of those, didnât you? You dragged your gaze up his torso to find him staring at you, wide-eyed and grinning. âYou make me feel like a sexy Ratatouille.â
âPlease tell me you did not just reference a Disney movie while youâre giving me head, Adrian!â
âItâs a Pixar movie, first of all,â he argued with an expression that seemed to convey that he thought you were an idiot. âAnd second of all, you told me to breathe. So Iâm breathing! If you want me to not talk about how you make me feel like a sexy Pixar character you have to explicitly say that. Did you not want me to say that?â
âNot really!â you complained, slapping a hand over your eyes. You couldnât bear to look at him, because even though he was yapping about goddamn Ratatouille of all things, he still looked painfully hot. âBy the way, his fucking name is Linguini. Ratatouille is the name of the movie!â
âI thought Ratatouille was the name of the rat?â
âHis name is Remy!â you exclaimed, sitting fully upright on Adrianâs desk. Fuck. You knew this was a bad idea and then you went ahead anyway and indulged Adrianâs weird shit. âI canât believe this.â
âWait, wait!â Adrianâs fingers pressed desperately into your hips. âLet me make it up to you. Iâll bravely drown between your legs if it means youâll forget everything I just said.â
âAdrianâŠâ
âPlease, please, give me one more chance. I wanna make you feel good. I know I can make you feel good,â he begged. Those stupid green eyes were so hard to say no to. Who were you to deny him â and more importantly, yourself â a long overdue orgasm on Adrian Chaseâs tongue?
âFine.â Adrian smiled wide. âNow make me come, Adrian Chase.â
He kissed at the inside of each of your thighs this time, not rushing into it like before. He nosed at your clit and then kissed it softly before taking it into his mouth, sucking gently. His tongue slid through the warmth between your legs with an eager conviction, even if he was taking his time in his hard-won second approach. He was noisy as hell - moaning and muttering sweet-nothings as if you had your own hand around him. Your back arched off the table as he slipped a finger in you, and then another, pressing deeply inside.Â
âHarder,â you urged, and he took that directive with fervor. For a few moments, he kissed the crease of your thigh, the crest of your pubic bone, nuzzled his face against the soft hair between your thighs as his fingers adjusted their pace and their depth and their pressure. You werenât sure how it was possible, but Adrian was a fucking scholar in pussy.Â
âFuck,â you whispered, before managing to clamp down on your lower lip. Adrian smiled against your skin at the way your body â and you â responded.
You were hesitant to wind your fingers in his hair again, but you didnât know where to put your hands. Your palms, sweaty, slid across the surface of the desk. You pawed at your own breasts to no avail, it wasnât as good as his mouth and his calloused, warm fingers. Speaking of fingers â Adrian crooked his inside you and, at last, both your hands tugged at his sweaty curls. You pressed him slightly closer, and ground your hips against his face. In response, he cursed against you and removed his fingers so he could firmly grab your hips in both hands and press you flush against his face.Â
For a brief moment you genuinely did worry about him suffocating between your thighs. All thought leeched out of your brain the second Adrian merely pressed his thumb over your clit with a practiced pressure and you came hard. You were aware of the moan that dragged from your lips, dredged from somewhere deep in your core by Adrian Chase of all people. You were also faintly aware of the sound of Adrian hissing a whine through his clenched teeth.Â
If you hadnât experienced alternate universes yourself you might have thought you were in one.
Adrianâs ministrations between your legs didnât stop. His tongue laved slowly at you, dragging between your folds like he wasnât quite done cherishing his last meal on death row.Â
âAdrian,â you vaguely moaned, or at least, you hoped his name had come out of your mouth coherently. You really couldnât be sure.
âCâmon, one more. I owe you for saving my life,â he murmured. You looked down at him, his chin wet, his lips swollen, his glasses slightly askew, his hair a hopeless mess. Somehow, he still looked good. If this was what he looked like making you come on his tongue, then what the hell would he look like when he was coming inside you?
You inhaled sharply as his index finger dragged between your folds and slipped toyingly into you for just a moment before withdrawing. You bit back an embarrassingly wanting groan. âWhat are you talking about? When did I save you?â
Adrian frowned, like he was almost offended that you didnât remember. âYou save me every day.â
Then he looked up at you through his lashes as he ran his tongue up your thigh, his other hand drawing his nails across your chest, and made you come around his mouth and his fingers one more time.Â
When he was finally satisfied he dragged himself up to standing between your legs and kissed you deeply, brain still too fuzzy to properly taste yourself on his tongue. The rough fabric of his tactical pants dragged almost painfully against your core. You felt his index and middle fingers press flat against the inside of your thigh while he kissed you lazily. Finally, he pulled back and looked at you with big, glassy eyes.
You skated your hand along his jaw, dragging your thumb across his lower lip tauntingly before pressing it between his lips. You pressed down, sliding your thumb across the surface of his tongue and then let him close his mouth around you. You would have squeezed your thighs together at the sight, had he not been in between them. He mumbled something and you withdrew, grazing against his teeth, smearing spit across his chin. His chin dipped forward slightly, like he might try to trap you again. He was so hungry.Â
âWhatâd you say?â
âFemoral,â he said, as way of explanation. â110.â
Your brow furrowed further in confusion. âWhat?â
âYour heart rate,â he said simply, with a little shrug of his shoulders. âI can do better than that, too. Promise.â
To you, that was a goddamn invitation for more. You wanted him to prove it to you. You wanted him to bend you over his desk and fuck you hard, treating your heart rate like a personal best score every time. You ran your hands down his torso and reached for the zipper of his pants but he pushed your hands away.
âIâm good,â he said sheepishly. You frowned, studying his flushed expression. Then your eyes widened and you nodded in understanding.
âHey, thatâs okay,â you replied softly. You dragged your hips slightly against the rough fabric with intention this time. You couldnât help that the idea of him coming in his pants made the whole thing strangely hotter.Â
âI really do want to fuck you, you know,â he said, tilting his head slightly, his gaze dragging down your body. âI dream about it.â
âYou do?â
He laughed in disbelief. âAre you kidding me? Of course I do. Iâve been dreaming about it for likeâŠas long as Iâve known you.â
âYouâre so confusing, Adrian Chase,â you said, holding his face in both hands. âYouâre like two different people. When youâre in the suit you donât listen to a fucking thing I say, but when youâre just you, I think maybe youâd lick the ground if I told you to.â
âDo you want me to?â he asked, beautifully pathetic.Â
âListen?â you asked.
He shook his head. âLick the ground.â
âI donât know what I want from you. To kill you or to fuck you.â
Adrian laughed. âYou couldnât kill me if you tried.â
âIs that a fucking challenge?â you asked lowly, wrapping your legs around his annoying narrow waist. The distinct sound of Peacemakerâs voice outside the building startled you two back to reality and Adrian tossed clothes at you faster than you could put them on. You hadnât been expecting the team back so soon - usually cleaning up Vigilante-related messes took a little longer.Â
In the conference room, Adrian sat beside you for the debrief, the stillest youâd ever seen him, a dopey grin on his face the entire time. While everyone was distracted reviewing footage of Vigilante plunging into a spray of gunfire without you to cover him, you studied his profile. Soft, sweet, devoted Adrian had given you more than you could have asked for. But, you couldnât help but wonderâŠÂ
You leaned yourself against the arm of his chair and gestured vaguely at the screen.
âMaybe next time you wear the suit.â
Back in the field, you were calling out orders - Harcourt gave a nod and peeled off, taking Peacemaker with her. But Vigilante turned back over his shoulder and you could tell even through the mask he was fucking grinning.Â
âVij, donât you fucking dare!â
Your eyes widened as he pulled the pin from the grenade you hadnât even known heâd had and tossed it into the warehouse. There was no time to process as he was too busy tackling you to the ground, draping his body over yours. Heat roared over the two of you and Vigilante wrapped his arms around you tightly, his mask tucked into the crook of your neck. Somewhere not far away you heard Harcourt cursing him out.
Vigilante panted, breath hot against your face even through the mask. His grip slid to your waist as his hips adjusted slightly against yours.
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minors, people I know irl - DNI - this is fucked up
Yandere Billionaire Jeffrey Steinberg x fem reader
warnings: non-con, yandere, breeding, kidnapping, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT
Deactivated
Rating: Explicit - 18+ only
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: SMUT, the most extreme non-con I have ever written, forced bondage, edging, forced orgasm, kidnapping, forced impregnation
Summary: When the apocalypse hit, you, Jeffrey Steinberg and eight of the world's other greatest minds were trapped in an underground ecosphere. This is an AU where the betas kill Nico and McKenna so Jeffrey hatches a plan to repopulate the world. (Full disclosure: That plan involves strapping you to a table and getting you pregnant.)
A/N: Genuinely might kink-shame myself into deleting this in the morning. Rape and forced pregnancy are incomprehensibly awful in the real world. This fic is intended to be an escapist fantasy. PS This is the only fic my partner has refused to proofread for me so apologies for typos.
Chapter text:
200 days.
200 days was all it took for the men of Evergreen to decide you were nothing more than vessels to be used to repopulate this hellhole of an underground ecosphere.
When they lined you up and began debating who belonged to whom, you and Ida took your chance to execute your hastily pulled-together plan.
Ida slipped a sickle sheâd stolen from her agriculture station into a belt loop behind her back. You had pocketed a wrench from your mechanicâs workbench. You werenât going down without a fight.Â
When Jeffrey Steinberg looked you over, dictating your height, weight, blood type and other vital stats from Cortexâs electronic display, you took your chance and whacked him on the side of the head with the wrench.Â
Then - chaos.
Ida grappled with David who caught her wrist as she slashed wildly with her sickle.
You were knocked off your feet and pinned to the ground.
Yelling.
Fighting.
You only remember Cortex being commanded to deactivate you before you were sucked into a black oblivion of nothingness. A door closing. More nothingness. The same door. Nothingness.
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You wake up with a gasp - coughing, choking on air.
Youâre in a hospital room. A brief glimmer of optimism that this was all just a coma-induced nightmare vanishes in an instant when with a sinking feeling of recognition, you realise youâre not just in any hospital - youâre in Evergreenâs hospital. Davidâs doctorâs office. This nightmare is real. And itâs only just beginning.
Youâre in stirrups. Wearing a hospital gown. With your arms shackled above your head.
Oh, fuck.
You try to move your legs from the stirrups but theyâre fastened tight. The handcuffs around your wrists only dig in when you try to slip your hands from them.
Thereâs an electronic beep and the door slides open.
Instinctively, you try to close your legs together. Preserve your last shred of dignity but your attempt is futile - the stirrups donât move.
âNice of you to join us,â says Jeffrey. Anger flares up in you when you see him. To think that you ever had even the tiniest romantic feelings towards such an awful human being.Â
âUs?!â you ask shrilly, a fresh wave of panic sending a jolt of adrenaline through your veins.
He gives you a tight-lipped smile. âJust an expression.â Jeffrey presses a few buttons on the door panel, locking it behind him. âItâs only me.â
You should have guessed from the start that heâd be a monster.Â
Nobody becomes a billionaire without stepping on a few toes or, indeed, crushing a few skulls. Everyone else here hated Jeffrey Steinberg from the outset. But you? At the start of all of this, you had actually liked him. The two of you had spent your spare hours flirting with each other. You were like two peas in a pod working to fix Cortex. Mechanic and Programmer. Hardware and Software. Yin and Yang. It only made the betrayal worse when, mere days after Nico and McKenna were both killed by Nicoâs experiments on human cloning, Jeffrey had decided that you and the rest of the women were to be reduced to glorified incubators.
âOnly you?â you spit. âFor now, right? Whose turn is it next?â
He shakes his head and stands adjacent to you at the head of the bed. This small movement to respect what little dignity you have left doesnât give you much comfort when you know whatâs next. âItâs not like that,â says Jeffrey.
You laugh although thereâs nothing funny about the situation you find yourself in. âWhatâs it like, then?â
âItâs just you and me. I chose you and thatâs one of our rules - David, Axel and Iâs rules, I mean.â
âSo you care about rules now?â you ask. âWhat about laws?â
âI care about the rules I make because there are no laws.â
You scowl at him with all the hate you can muster. âWho undressed me? Who strapped me up like this while I was deactivated?â
âDavid. It was entirely clinical. Heâs your doctor, after all.â
âAnd you believe that? I could be pregnant already. In fact, come to think of it - I do feel kind of nauseous,â you say looking at him in distaste. âOr maybe thatâs just the effect of the present company.â
He smiles. A perfect, arrogant smile that reaches his green eyes. âSee? This is why I like you. You always have so much fight.â
âGet me out of these handcuffs and youâll really like me, you piece of shit,â you hiss, pulling at your restraints.
âI know you think youâre angry but this is humanityâs last chance for survival,â says Jeffrey, picking up the tablet with your vitals on it from your bedside table.
âLook at yourself. Humanity is already dead.â
âAfter the betas killed Nico and McKenna, this is the only way we can survive.â
âYouâre a psychopath if you think living like this is better than dying.â
âItâs about more than just living. Itâs about our entire species going extinct.â
You stare at each other in silence for a few moments. You absolutely hate that even under these circumstances, you find yourself blushing when he looks at you for too long.
âFine. Go ahead with your turkey baster and get this over with,â you say, breaking eye contact with him and staring furiously ahead.Â
âNow, whereâs the fun in that?â
You hold your breath as Jeffrey puts the tablet down and walks to the bottom of the examination bed standing directly between your open legs. Something long and metallic glints in his hand and you attempt to shrink back.
âSafety scissors.â He holds them up so you can see the blunt ends. âIâm not going to hurt you.â
Not with scissors, maybe, but you clearly have different definitions of what hurting another person means.Â
Jeffrey holds the end of your hospital gown and cuts upwards, careful even with the blunt ends of the scissors, not to touch the cool metal to your skin. Your chest heaves as the scissors split open the fabric over your tits and you close your eyes when they reach your neckline. You keep your eyes tight shut, listening to the snipping of the scissors as he cuts the fabric of your sleeves and pulls the gown away, leaving you entirely naked on Davidâs examination bed. Your nipples harden when you feel the cool breeze of the air conditioning fanning over them.Â
Jeffrey lets out a low exhale. âYour fight wasnât the only reason I chose you.â You open your eyes to find him staring at your body. âYouâre beautiful, you know that, right?âÂ
Even though you still have to clench your fists to avoid letting him see that your hands are trembling, you feel your core tighten as butterflies erupt in your stomach. Under normal circumstances, youâd have liked to receive a compliment from Jeffrey - have him admire your naked form like this. But you remind yourself your current circumstances are as far away from normal as you could get.
âDonât compliment me, you psychopath.â
He steps closer between your open legs and places his hands on your hips. Thereâs nowhere to cringe away to - but the sensation isnât unpleasant. His hands are warm on your skin when he draws his thumbs along your hip bones. You feel goosebumps prickle on your skin as he does.
âAre you cold?â he asks gently.
The contrarian in you wants to argue with everything he says. To admit youâre uncomfortable in your vulnerable state would be giving him the upper hand. But the cool air makes the hair on your arms stand up so instead you swallow. âA - a little,â you answer quietly, deciding thereâs no point in being even more uncomfortable than you already are.
âCortex, turn it up to twenty-two degrees Celsius in here.â Thereâs a wave of warm air - a blessing on your cold, exposed skin. âThatâs the temperature you like, right?â You donât answer but your fists stop clenching and you can feel where your fingernails have been digging into your palms. âIâll take that as a âyesâ.â
Jeffrey puts the scissors down on the empty hospital rolling tray table. He notices your eyes following them.
âI told you theyâre blunt. But I bet youâd like to stab me with something right now,â he teases. âYouâll come around eventually.â
He smiles, teasing you like youâre friends again and this is just a silly game. Like how he did before everything went to shit. âIâll never come around. If you go through with this, Iâll throw myself down the stairs. Iâll drown myself in the reservoir. Iâd rather die than carry your baby.â
âI wonât let that happen. Cortex will be with you day and night.â
âCortex canât keep a watch on all of us. The others -â
âThe others. Hannah and Ida both relented. Theyâre excited, even, at the prospect of giving the human race another chance.â
âThey relented after being strapped to a table and forcibly impregnated?â
âThey went along willingly with Axel and David, respectively.â You canât ignore the way his thumbs are so tenderly stroking your hip bones.
âAnd youâll be able to live with yourself once youâve done this? Done this to me?â
He shrugs. âIâve already made peace with it,â says Jeffrey, drawing his thumbs down and massaging your vulva.
You look away, trying to ignore the surge of heat you feel in your core at his touch. âStop that,â you snipe. âCanât you just jerk off until youâre close and finish in me?â
âThe chances of conception are higher if you cum too,â he says, pushing your outer lips together, putting the tiniest bit of pressure on your clit. You breathe in sharply, freezing for just a second before trying to move your hips away from him to no avail. âBesides, if I know youâre having a good time it makes it much more enjoyable for me.â
âThis - this is not my idea of a good time, Jeffrey.â
âI think - deep down - this is exactly your idea of a good time. I see how you look at me.â
You flush, embarrassed that heâs throwing your earlier flirting from weeks ago back in your face. âYouâre deluded.â
He tuts gently. âNow, you canât lie to me when I can see how wet you are already. â
This time you feel your embarrassment creeping right down to your chest. âI canât - I canât help how my body reacts to you touching me - I mean, being touched.â
But he smirks at your slip-up. âSure. And when youâre begging for my cock in a few minutes, we can pretend you canât control that either.â
âFuck you, Jeffrey.âÂ
âNow thatâs the spirit,â he says and your pussy protests when he removes his hands to drag over Davidâs office chair. You watch as he sits down and wheels closer, his head and shoulders still visible. âGod, you have such a pretty little cunt.â
Jeffrey slides two fingers along your slit, dragging your wetness up and over your clit. You turn your head and look away, trying to appear disinterested. Youâre determined not to enjoy this. Not to give him anything.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you worried if you watch that youâll finish too quickly?â he asks, a mischievous grin lighting up his face as he lightly circles your clit with the rough pads of his fingers.Â
âIâm just wondering if they have a hospital TV so I have something to do while you get this over with,â you say, blandly - a direct contrast with the heat pulsing from your clit.Â
âCome on, baby. Donât be like that. Not when I can see you soaking the bed.â He runs the two fingers between your lips and holds them up so you can see them glistening and wet under the fluorescent clinical lights. âDo you want to taste it? Make sure Iâm not lying?â
You stare at him insolently, refusing to answer.
âWhat am I saying?â He laughs. âYouâd bite my fingers clean off if they came anywhere near your mouth, right?â Jeffrey sucks on his two wet fingers, briefly closing his eyes, before slowly withdrawing them. âMhm. Youâre missing out. You taste so fucking good.â
You hate that heâs hot when he does that. You hate that heâs hot full stop.
Why is the psychopath you're stuck here with hot?
Billionaire CEOs are used to controlling everyone around them. Youâre not surprised heâs getting off on having you completely at his mercy. What surprises you is that heâs good at it.Â
When he slowly pushes two fingers inside you and curls them up, itâs like he knows itâs exactly what your body needs. You canât help but gasp, feeling him gently stroking your G-spot. You bite your lip, trying to stifle any further noise involuntarily leaving you.
You donât want this to feel as good as it does.
You try and leverage yourself up and away from him using your handcuffs but itâs no use when your legs are strapped down. Your ass barely lifts off the bed. He notices but he doesnât stop tapping his fingers.
âCâmon, where are you going? Weâve barely even started,â he complains before inching his chair closer and pressing his lips against your inner thigh. âTell me - how much - you want me - to fuck you.â Each pause is punctuated with a kiss or a suck on the sensitive flesh of your thigh as his fingers continue to curl up inside you.Â
âYouâre crazy if - if - if - ah-â You swallow, watching him smile triumphantly against your soft thigh. Stop, you have to think of something else. Youâre a mechanic - not a machine. You can be mentally strong. You donât have to react automatically when you have these very specific buttons pushed. You exhale steadily. â- If you think Iâd ever want you to fuck me.â
But the more you try to appear bored, the more relaxed your body becomes and that only heightens the sensation of Jeffrey toying with your pussy. Feeling your legs untense, he pushes his fingers in deeper and with a jolt of pleasure your back arches. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You curse yourself for making this so easy for him.Â
He laughs softly at the way your body becomes pliable under his touch and his hot breath fans over your clit. He picks up pace, tapping firmly against your g-spot. Everything pulls up in you like a spring tightening.Â
Oh, fuck. This is it. Youâre gonna -Â
Suddenly, Jeffrey removes his fingers and frowns. âYou know what? Maybe this was a bad idea after all.â
You feel your heartbeat in your ears below your waist screams in protest.
What did he just say? âR - really?â Youâre surprised to hear your voice is just a whisper.Â
You know you should feel relieved. But you were so close.Â
You try to remind yourself to feel victorious. You resisted cumming long enough for him to come to his senses, after all.
âAlthoughâŠâ He tilts his head. âYouâre soaked. What a mess youâve made⊠somebody should really clean that up.â
You shudder when he draws his tongue all over your entrance, lapping up your arousal with the tip of his tongue before going back for more. He carefully avoids your clit, making sure not even the tip of his nose touches it. You feel the bundle of nerves throbbing, begging for his attention. You want him to notice, to move up just a couple of centimetres and slip his tongue over the sensitive little nub.Â
So, you chase it instead. The lower half of your body is in total disregard of your protesting mind. You roll your hips forward hoping to catch his velvet tongue as he mops you up.
âYou like this, do you?â smirks Jeffrey and he pulls back to watch your chest heave. You stop your wriggling abruptly, as your brain fights to regain firm control of your actions. âIâm afraid youâre not allowed to cum until my cock is inside you. And the only way thatâs going to happen is if you ask for it.â
He looks over you with a smug smile but youâre not going to crack yet.
Are you?
âThis is how youâre going to justify it to yourself, then?â you snarl, with renewed pent-up aggression.
âWhat youâve got to understand is that I didnât become a CEO without firstly, having what it takes to make someone break, and secondly, refusing to compromise when it matters most. And youâre going to break long before I decide to compromise.â
He stands up and pinches both of your nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and you suck air in through your teeth. âI wonder if youâd let me suck on your nipples today or if youâd try and bite meâŠâ he thinks aloud, with a discerning look into your eyes as if trying to read your mind. Honestly, youâre not sure how youâd react, you feel so dizzy with need that youâre not really processing what heâs saying.
âI think itâs safe this time,â Jeffrey decides and then, as if for good measure adds, âRemember, I can bite too,â before latching onto your hard nipple. You huff a sigh, the fight burning inside you instantly forgotten as the contrast of his soft tongue running circles around the peak of your nipple makes you want to just melt away.
He firmly rolls your other nipple between his fingers and you arch under him, trying not to moan. Jeffrey takes an agonisingly slow time sucking on your tits, swapping from right to left, trying to fit them in his mouth, burying his face between them as you watch helplessly. The steady pulsing in your clit still throbbing, waiting for him to pay you attention below your waist again.
âGod, youâre so hot when youâre being well-behaved,â he says. Itâs probably a fair assessment - the last time you saw Jeffrey you hit him over the head with a wrench. You scowl - you donât want him to think youâre complying just because his mouth on your nipple felt good.
âWhatâs that little pout for?â coos Jeffrey, straightening up and tracing a finger down your torso. âI know youâre smart but arenât you tired of thinking all the time? Always thinking about machines and schematics. Solving problems. Wouldnât you just like to relax for once?â
You purse your lips. This entire time in Evergreen has been so mentally draining.Â
âIf you really thought about it, wouldnât you like the chance to stop fighting to prove yourself? All you have to do is say the word and you can stop fighting. All you have to be is my little fucktoy.â You screw your face up and he laughs. âYouâre not gonna make it easy for me, are you?â
Jeffrey leans down and presses his tongue against your clit. You pant, waiting for him to give you clit the same treatment he was just giving your tits. He looks up at you and raises his eyebrows. âIâm not gonna make it easy for you either. You want to be a worker instead of a fucktoy? Then you can work for this too.â
âFuck,â you whine, feeling tears prickling the corners of your eyes.Â
You push your hips up against his face and rock back and forth as much as your constraints allow. Jeffrey follows your needy movements and sucks on your clit, swirls his tongue across the throbbing sensitivity and groans, sending deep vibrations across your skin.
You curse yourself for being so desperate for your orgasm.Â
Everything pulses and burns. Fuck, it radiates from your centre as you grind yourself against Jeffreyâs face.Â
âAh - fuck,â you whimper as everything pulls up fierce and tight once more. Your fingers wrap around the chains of your handcuffs, giving you something to bear your weight against as you roll your pelvis and feel the flutter of his tongue on your clit.
Jeffrey pulls away and you actually cry out this time, arching your back and lifting your hips right off the bed as you helplessly try to follow his mouth.Â
âWas that a close one, baby?â He clicks his tongue soothingly. âShhh, you donât need to cry.â You huff and blink tears from your eyes as he leans over and wipes a fat tear from under your eye with his thumb, smoothing it across your cheek. âAll you have to do is ask. Ask for me to fuck you.â
You take a gulp of air and shake your head, using your very last bit of resolve to pull yourself together.Â
âNo?â he asks and with difficulty you shake your head again. With a sigh, he turns away from you and unbuttons his shirt. You blink slowly as he reveals his toned, muscular shoulders and back. âUsually this is reserved for girls who behave. But I can make an exception - given the circumstances.â
The room is silent, save for the hum of the air conditioning and your laboured breathing. Your eyes rake over him. He has no right to make you feel self-conscious. Especially when itâs his fault that youâre in the state youâre in right now. But he does. Just him existing - looking like that - makes you self-conscious of the sweat glistening on your stomach and the puddle of arousal coating the examination bed.
You were attracted to him the first time you saw him. Felt his bicep when you hit him on the arm playfully in the control room. Watched his muscular forearm flex under a rolled-up sleeve when you asked him to lift a piece of machinery while you fixed one of Cortexâs attachments. You already knew that his physical form was more than it seemed under his tailored shirt.
But Jesus fucking Christ.
Like the control freak he is, he folds his shirt neatly before turning back around and standing between your open legs again. Your gaze flicks down, following the dark blonde trail of hair covering his chest and stomach.Â
Jeffrey undoes his belt and the gentle clinking noise seems deafening in the quiet, clinical room. The atmosphere crackles as you hold your breath.Â
Waiting.Â
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his overpriced, designer boxers and eases his cock out. And of course, itâs hard already - thereâs no way he wasnât getting off on this. But heâs thick too. Without realising it, your whole body tenses up when he wraps his hand around it.
âNo.â You look away adamantly. Though youâre not sure whether youâre protesting about him having his cock out or if youâre resolving not to be persuaded by temptation.
Deciding itâs the former, Jeffrey says, âI already told you, Iâm not gonna fuck you until youâre begging me for it.â
Jeffrey cups your pussy and for a second, your body hopes against your own will that heâs going to slip his fingers inside you again. But you feel a pang of longing when instead, he gathers up your arousal on the flats of his fingers before coating himself in your slick.
âI thought youâd break sooner than this,â he says, stepping close enough that the underside of his cock brushes your clit. Your breathing picks up again - his touch sending an electric current through you that kicks your needly little nerve endings into hyperdrive.Â
He doesnât fail to notice.Â
Jeffrey holds onto your hips and fuck, you feel so small in his large, firm hands. He edges closer, dragging his length along your clit. All the gears whir furiously inside your brain - normally your thoughts are so collected. You wish your brain was working properly but all you can focus on is the delicious way heâs rocking his hips, putting the lightest pressure possible on your clit.
You canât take it.
You canât fucking take it.
You buck wildly, your body begging for more pressure but he keeps steady, giving you a knowing smirk as you arch your back again, chasing the sensation.Â
âGod dammit,â you sob, wishing you had a hand free just to slap that smile off his face.
Your fingernails dig crescent moon indents into your palms as you exert yourself, shamelessly trying to grind against the underside of Jeffreyâs cock.
âCome on, baby. You can get it if you want it. Almost there.â
He follows your movements this time, pulling your hips into his own.
Holy fuck.Â
Your heart leaps into your throat as you teeter on a tightrope, willing yourself to fall off. To let yourself plummet.
Yes. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, you think with every little grinding motion.
You squeeze your eyes shut as your orgasm rears its head.
Then Jeffrey steps back and his departure fucking winds you.
âNo! Fuck, nonononono!â you wail.
âI told you that all you have to do is -â
âFuck me. Fuck me. Pleeeeaaassseeee,â you howl, feeling tears hot and wet on your cheeks.Â
What the fuck are you doing? This is so fucked up.Â
And whatâs worse is that you want it.Â
You like it.
âTell me you want me to breed you,â says Jeffrey, placing the tip of his cock against your entrance.
You nod, looking away in shame.
âTell me. Using words.â
âI - I want you to breed me,â you mumble, feeling your face turn bright red once more.
âGood girl,â he says, slapping you on the side of the thigh like youâre livestock. Jeffrey inches forward and youâre so slick and hot between your legs that youâre able to take him more easily than youâd imagined when you first saw the size of his cock. His grip on your hips tightens as he slowly sheaths himself in you, sucking through his teeth.
âIâm glad you finally saw sense,â he grunts, wrapping his hands around your thighs to better leverage himself so he can sink into you deeper.
Sense? What sense? Your own thoughts have never made less sense than right now. You donât know how to tell him this so you just whimper, blinking at him slowly while he stretches you out. The head of his cock presses against your G-spot and your eyes roll back in your head, grateful that this most sensitive part of your insides is getting the attention itâs been crying out for.Â
Holy fucking shit.
Your walls clench around him, clamping down hard as your legs begin to tremble. Jeffrey groans before pulling back out and slamming into you and, fuck, youâd be screaming if you could breathe properly right now. Youâre only sure that you havenât been deactivated again because you can still see.Â
âYouâre all - fucking - mine. Forever,â he says through clenched teeth, drilling into you.Â
He removes a hand from your hip and starts rubbing circles on your clit as he thrusts. You finally take a gasp of air - so deep that you might be waking up from reactivation - as stars are exploding behind your eyes. âAh - ah, Jeffrey - fuck,â you whine.Â
And then youâre writhing. Writhing and grinding as much as you can while he uses your body as a counterweight to thrust himself into you. Youâre not losing it this time. Heâll be merciful this time, right?
âYou gonna cum for me?â asks Jeffrey. âYou gonna cum from being used like a slut?â
âYes, yes - yes,â you pant, chasing your impending orgasm, everything pulling inside you like a rubber band getting ready to snap.
âTell me you want my cum -â
âI - I want you to cum - fuck - cum in me,â you say, cutting him off before he can even finish as you take open-mouthed gulps of air. âBreed me. Use me. Do whatever you want.â
âFuck, Iâve never heard you say that before,â he murmurs to himself, furrowing his brow. With renewed determination, he speeds up his thrusting in time with the circles heâs rubbing around your poor, abused clit. âCome on, baby. You can cum now,â he breathes.
You donât give him a chance to change his mind. You vault over the edge this time. Your core tightens like a vice then explodes - wet and hot around his cock, squeezing and spasming around him as you tremble and beg for him to let you finish this time.Â
Jeffrey lets out a low groan, coarse like grit as he fucks you so hard the examination table moves and squeaks on the polished stone floor. You feel his cock pulsing inside you as he growls his way through his release, shooting ropes of his seed inside you.Â
He pulls out of you quicker than youâd like him to. But itâs with purpose as he pulls up his boxers and says âCortex - tilt the bed back minus 30 degrees.â
The bed mechanically reclines until your pelvis is higher than your head. It doesnât help with how dazed youâre feeling.
Your state of mind must be painted all over your face because when Jeffrey walks around to the side of the bed, pulling on his shirt he says, âJust like this for a couple of minutes to give us the best chances of conception.â He brushes a sweat-soaked strand of your hair back from your face.Â
You look at the ceiling as you regain control of your breathing.Â
Eventually, Jeffrey puts you upright.Â
âIâm going to take off your restraints so you can go to V-mem,â he says. âIâm warning you now that Cortex will deactivate you if you try to harm me.â
âV-mem?â you ask.
âI can understand that your current situation could be considered to be⊠traumatic. V-mem will help you rewrite that trauma.â
You nod and watch silently as Jeffrey presses a button that undoes your restraints. He taps an electronic key fob above your head and it unclips your handcuffs.
âBetter?â he asks, watching you rub your wrists. You remain silent. Youâve nothing else to say. Nothing you can say that will change what your future will be down here.
Jeffrey frowns and hands you a fresh hospital gown and you put it on before following down the corridor in your bare feet to the V-mem room.
âYou - you know how to use it? Even though McKenna is gone?â you ask, stepping into the chamber.
âWeâve not only used it but weâve improved it,â he says, pulling the door shut. For some reason, this particular door shutting jogs something in your brain. âV-mem can do more than just help process trauma. It can actually delete memories.âÂ
You stare at him through the glass pane. He might be evil but he has a perfect face.Â
Too perfect.
You remember hitting him pretty hard with a wrench. Shouldn't there be a bruise?
âJeffrey... how long was I deactivated for?âÂ
âWhich time?â he replies absently pressing buttons on the V-mem pod.
Your stomach sinks.
Deleted memories.
âHow many times have we done this?â you ask, your throat feels tight as he continues to press buttons.
Jeffrey pauses. âThis is the first time youâve ever asked that.â
âHow many times, Jeffrey?â you plead.
âNine.â
You feel bile bubbling up in your throat.
âAnd - and how many more times will we need to do it?â you ask, trying to keep your voice as casual as if you were asking the weather.
âWeâll keep doing it until youâre pregnant. Or until you agree that this is our best shot for humanity. Youâve taken much longer than Hannah and Ida to come around.â
âI agree,â you say quickly. You canât let your memories be erased. You canât let this happen again to future you. âI - I see it now. You were right Jeffrey.â
He raises an eyebrow sceptically. âWhy the sudden change of heart?â
âI - Iâm not sure. I think it just took a while to sink in.â His expression remains still. âAnd now I - I realise Iâm so lucky that you chose me and Iâm not stuck with David or Axel.â
Jeffreyâs face softens into a smile. Itâs been so long down here that his ego must have been feeling so neglected.Â
âIâm the lucky one,â he says, opening the door of the V-mem pod and cupping your face. âYou are the smartest person down here and Iâve missed you while youâve been deactivated.â
You paint a simpering smile on your face, choking down the retort on your tongue - that it was he who deactivated you in the first place.
âNo - I am. Think about how smart and beautiful our children will be,â you say, fluttering your eyelashes.Â
He laughs âCome on - letâs get out of here,â says Jeffrey helping you out of the pod and putting an arm around you. âAnd back to my quarters.â
âYour quarters?â
âWell, if weâre going to be parents together we should probably start sleeping in the same bed, right?â
âRight,â you chuckle weakly, letting him lead you down the corridor to the bed that youâll be spending the rest of your life sleeping in.
Hot tip for future parents: you actually have to guide your kid to adulthood. Feeding them and waiting for them to grow up is not enough since they are not house plants. A little more thought and care is required.
for those lacking certain "adulting" skills, especially things around the house, check out:
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and dad, how do i...?
^ there are tons of other resources but these two will teach you some personal hygiene, home or apartment repairs, easy recipes and basic cleaning techniques, even how to schedule doctor's appointments
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âSurvivors look back and see omens, messages they missed. They remember the tree that died, the gull that splattered onto the hood of the car. They live by symbols. They read meaning into the barrage of spam on the unused computer, the delete key that stops working, the imagined abandonment in the decision to replace it.â
â The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion (via theunquietworld)
If you live in the USA and you're pleading for donations to pay your rent, bills, or get food then dial 211! Please dial 211 before the last minute!
It's a toll free service with people who will help you find programs in your community to pay those bills, find food, and find housing! They will give you numbers to call so you can get help.
It is not 100% foolproof. Their job is to direct you to a program they believe will help your current issue, but it's still a step up from praying random strangers online will give you enough cash before a deadline! The added benefit of these community programs, which get funded by the local government most of the time, is if there are more people using them then they can get more money to help more people.
You're not taking resources from other people if you use your community services. Your taxes pay for them. Use them.
Dial 211 first to see if they can help, and if for some reason they can't, then make your donation posts!
Hi I work for my state's 211 service. It really breaks my heart how many people only know to call us at the last minute. 211's can provide a whole wealth of resources to use before things ever get to a cut off utility, eviction, or homelessness!
I can't speak for all 211's but most should also have a website detailing all the agencies in their database. if you don't like phone calls, this can be something to reference instead.
If you don't have health insurance but you need to see a doctor, reference 211! We list clinics that provide free or discounted general care, vision, and dental services to low income households and people without insurance! Many hospitals also have financial aid policies that can severely reduce your bill if you had an expensive procedure!
If you're stuck in a dead end job or need educational resources reference 211! There are a lot of programs focused on providing basic adult education as well as trade skills or other high demand fields! State governments are generally more interested in funneling people into work than providing benefits, but you can still use this to your advantage especially if you have some form of disability but are still able to work. That includes if you're neurodiverse or have mental health issues! Most of these programs are extremely underutilized.
If you believe you qualify for public benefits but the bureaucracy of the process is in your way, reference 211! There are agencies specifically geared towards helping people obtain the benefits they qualify for- for free!
If you need help with your taxes-
If you need help finding a pro bono lawyer-
If you need help finding affordable housing/section 8 housing-
If you need help finding food pantries-
If you need help paying for your prescriptions-
If you need help obtaining disability aids or assistive technology-
If you need help finding transportation options-
If you need help following a natural or personal disaster (like a home fire)-
If you need help repairing a home you or your family owns or it needs modifications to be accessible-
If you need Queer resources-
Reference your 211!!!!!
I had no idea what 211 was before working for it but I wish I had. I've learned so much about what resources are actually available to the community even in a ho hum area of the country like my state. I've saved my partner literally thousands of dollars just from the medical resources I've gathered.
Not enough young people know about or utilize these services but they are there for you!
P. S.
This isn't an intended use of 211, but I like to reference the agency listings when I look for jobs. Many of the agencies listed are non-profits which, while they certainly are not perfect, generally have lower barriers of entry to decent paying jobs with benefits. The work environments tend to be much kinder and at least pretend to be forward thinking. You're more likely to find jobs without as many people applying as well, especially if they're only advertising their positions through their own website.
Oh my goodness. Sharing this because maybe your state has something to help you see a dentist! If it's been a while, please see I'd you have any dental services in your area. It's really so important to see a dentist.
