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summary: in a world where superman exists as a lonely island, clark kent meets you — an enigmatic metahuman. your super-hero days are a blemish in your past, after being used and taken for granted, you now to live by your own rules. two sides of the same coin, you exist to do good while blurring the lines of law.
trigger warnings: 18+, smut, enemies to lovers, metahuman!reader, villain!reader, mentions of blood and violence, hate-fucking (more tags in chapters)
CHAPTER ONE — completed (15.1k words)
Clark Kent meets someone just like him, and he's determined to get to know you more for his own selfish purposes.
PART ONE ♡ CLARK KENT X VILLAIN!READER
PART TWO ♡ TERRITORIAL
PART THREE ♡ SUPERMASSIVE BLACK HOLE
PART FOUR ♡ EXTRA TERRESTRIAL
PART FIVE ♡ RED SUN
CHAPTER TWO — ongoing
You lose something dear to you, and Clark is determined to be your henchman and do your bidding.
PART ONE ♡ ULTRAVIOLENCE
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summary: Johnny grows infatuated with you, something he never thought was going to happen to him, at least for a long while. He liked being single, but then you came along, and all he could think about was you... then you got kidnapped thanks to him, and he felt so guilty for it... but not everything was as it seemed.
warnings: +18 smut, p in v (no protection), roughness, hate fucking, some fluffiness, branding of skin, description of getting burnt, slapping, some violence, porn with plot
a/n: I had this vision that needed to be written cause it would not leave my fucking mind, and this was the only chance i would be able to write something like this. I will clarify, this is my first ever MCU fic, and I do not believe I will write anything else for it, at least not now. If you are from the MCU fandom, and decide to follow me, don't expect more really... i mainly write stranger things, i was just... too haunted with this image...
Anyways, I love Joseph Quinn, so I pictured HIS Johnny Storm for this (yes, he triggered the thots.)
thank u to @andvys and @ghost-proofbaby for proofreading this and helping with my editing cause i never wrote marvel and i needed their opinion, i love both thank u
Enjoy and don't forget to reblog!
BRAND ME
When Johnny Storm saw you for the first time, he thought Cupid fired an arrow his way.
Now, it wasn’t the best of situations of course, he had to save you from a slight altercation regarding some of Doctor Doom’s subjects wreaking havoc in the city and all that, and he saved you by beating up the guy that held you hostage in spirits of saving his ass.
You had thanked him, smiled at him and he may or may have not thought of having you as one of his conquests. He was known for it, you absolutely knew about it, but he couldn’t really help himself when he started talking to you. He first asked to meet up with you privately and you immediately rejected his advances, surprising him, sure, but not stopping him, so you offered to meet up with him for a coffee after work.
Coffee was not something he did often. It was usually drinks, and to be fair, no women really ever said no to him. Sure he messed up a few times, but who hasn’t? Still, sharing a coffee with you didn’t sound like a bad idea. It was different, but different didn’t always mean bad.
So you gave him the address to your building, and at 1 PM sharp on Tuesday, he met up with you right outside of it. You were wearing the typical office attire, skirt to the knees, a nice blouse, a comfortable jacket and he still thought you looked absolutely beautiful. Sitting down at the coffee shop, you two talked, and talked, and he found out so much about you.
You were an only child, and you have been working since you could remember. You lived alone, you liked to cook, and you absolutely disliked pickles. Every small thing he found out about you, he reciprocated with a fact about himself, without giving much away of course.
One coffee date turned into two. Then four. Then, counting didn’t matter anymore.
For a month he has been seeing you, and never once has he made a move on you. It’s not that he didn’t want to… He absolutely wanted to. But you were different. You were completely different from all the flings he had, and he even tried to have one after meeting you and it felt pointless. He didn’t know himself any longer, even Reed got a little worried from all the sneaking around he did, but Johnny couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help it when it came to you.
You were magnificent, a breath of fresh air to be around with. You always greeted him with a smile to your face and he’s never felt more alive when you did. He, of course, had to be careful with you. Not because of trust, but of what might happen to you if you were seen being involved with one of the Fantastic Four. He always picked out private places for the two of you to meet, away from public eyes.
Coffee shops turned into take-out coffees and parks. Talks that happened at your home’s balcony. Him looking for a comforting shoulder after a long day of being a hero. He was always careful in keeping you away from public. In keeping you a secret. In keeping you safe.
But not careful enough.
When you didn’t answer your phone that day, his heart stopped. You always answered. He tried and tried but you just wouldn’t pick up and he became restless. He flew out of the headquarters, not caring for the waves people gave him, with your apartment as his only destination. He felt himself growing cold despite being up in flames, flying, the horrible feeling that something happened to you making him want to puke.
And when he arrived at your home, he froze. Your balcony’s sliding door was open and what he saw inside made his whole world shatter. Your things were all thrown to the floor. Your furniture was destroyed. Your pictures were all broken and shattered. And then, as he put a foot into your apartment, he saw you.
You were breathing heavily as you lay on the floor, facing down, and your hair was all over your face. He rushed towards you, jumping over everything that was on the floor, and immediately dropped to his knees in order to scoop you up in his arms and turn you. He pushed the hair off your face as his heart beat loudly in his chest, only for it to come to a stop as he saw the open wound on your eyebrow and the bruise that was starting to form all around it.
“Crap– fuck!” He felt his world plummeting to the ground as he tried shaking you awake, calling out your name, and he sighed with relief as your eyes slowly opened, only for your face to contort into a wince.
“What…?” He shook his head at you and held onto your form, one arm underneath the back of your knees while the other was wrapped behind your back. He got up on his two feet with ease as he rushed towards the balcony. You made a sound of discomfort as you were moved around, and all he wanted was to keep you safe right now. He needed to take you with him. He cannot leave you alone, not when all of this is probably his fault.
“It’ll be quick, I promise…” He took a deep breath as he controlled his flames temperature, ensuring it would not go towards his arms. Your eyes looked up to meet his, his eyes that were now fiery orbs, looking down at you with sadness displayed on his eyebrows. You whined through the pain again and he immediately leaped out of your balcony.
You could feel the heat off his body, but he made sure to make it as less uncomfortable as he could, but he still knew he had to be quick. He was angry, desperate, and that wasn’t making the flames be any less intense. He knew he was gonna break a rule, but he couldn’t give two shits for the consequences he might face with his family. His sister was going to kill him, but she will understand. They all will have to understand.
He sneaked you in, heading straight to his room, laying you down on his bed. The rage he felt with himself was scorching him from the inside out, so he took the top of his suit as fast as he could and rushed towards the bathroom to get one of his medical kits.
He aided you, cleaned your wound, put the butterfly strip over it, and even gave you medicine for any impending headaches. He checked for other wounds besides the one on your eye, but there was nothing else, at least from the places where your clothes did not cover you.
An hour passed and you were slowly coming back to your senses. You opened your eyes to see him walking back and forth, pacing, worry displayed on his features as he seemed deep in thought. You slowly sat up on the bed, looking around, wincing slightly thanks to the throbbing in your head.
“Johnny?” Your voice was small but it was enough for his head to snap towards you and rush to the bed, sitting on the edge right next to you. His hand came up to caress the side of face, making sure to not touch the bruise on your eye.
“Hey…” His eyes were filled with fear, anger, sadness, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat as your eyes roamed all over the room.
“Where… am I?” Your eyes found his again and he gulped, thumb caressing your cheek softly.
“My room… I– I couldn’t leave you alone…” Your eyes widened for just a second to then look down at your hands. Your breathing turned heavy as your eyes filled with tears, shaking your head at him.
“I– I thought it was you… I opened the sliding door and– They wanted information–” Your voice was cut off with a sob and Johnny saw how you winced in pain, your hand flying to press onto your temple and he quickly shushed you, scooching closer to you, lifting his hand to grab yours gently and move it away from your face.
“Don’t touch it– I… I seriously thought I was careful in keeping you safe and hidden… I screwed up.” Your eyes met his, seeing the guilt that was flooding inside, knowing he was torturing himself because of it. His lips were downturned, disappointment written all over. You shook your head at him, your hand grasping his.
“I don’t regret a minute of it…” His eyes met yours as you guided your gaze around the room, frowning slightly as your headache seemed to start to drift away. “So this is your room…”
“Fantastic Four headquarters… nobody knows I sneaked you in, but I really couldn’t care less. I won’t let you out of my sight, at least until whoever is stalking me is captured.” You turned towards him again, a soft smile on your lips that made his heart combust in its own flames.
“Probably a fan.” Even now you still joked to him, when you were the one hurt. You were too beautiful. Too incredible, even for his own good. He should be careful with his moves, he should let you know how different you are to his other flings… but his body betrayed him as his free hand came towards your cheek, holding it gently, and his lips surged forward, slotting right onto yours.
Your eyes were wide as a surprised gasp fell from your lips, but you reciprocated that kiss, even if a bit hesitant at first. His lips moved with yours as his body started rising in temperature which he was trying to keep at a warm number. He could easily control his temperature but with you, he was finding it hard to do so.
He was happy because you were not pulling away from the kiss. You were moving into it, following his lead, not even stopping it after your tongues started to dance together. He wanted you. He definitely wanted to show you just how special you are but– You were hurt, and he can’t do that to you now… so he pulled away. Your breaths were heavy as you looked at each other and he rubbed your cheek with his thumb.
“I’ll tell everyone tomorrow you’re staying here for a while. You need safety, and I can give that to you… Just stay with me…” He held you so gently, afraid of you running away, or disappearing right before him. You licked your lips as you nodded slowly at him, to which he responded with a satisfied smile. He leaned forward, pecking your lips once more before getting up which alarmed you, getting hold of his hand.
“Where are you going?” Your voice was small and he thought he was going to break listening to it.
“I’m not going anywhere, just going to get you some clothes for you to sleep in, baby.” Your eyes widened at the new petname, but Johnny noticed how you tried to look away from embarrassment, and he found you too cute. He will definitely protect you. He won’t let whoever is looking for him, or his team, hurt you.
But when he fell asleep and cuddled up to you after having some tea with you before bed, he didn’t expect to be awoken in the middle of the night to a ring of his cell phone. He was startled, sitting up on the bed quickly only to realize you were not by his side. He looked around frantically and grabbed his phone from the night table next to his bed. He answered it, getting up from the bed to walk towards his bathroom in hopes of seeing you in there.
“Hello?” And all he heard was heavy breathing on the other side until a raspy, robotic voice talked.
“How does it feel to wake up alone?” And Johnny’s blood drained, evaporated, and he knows you are not in the building. How did it happen? How? There were cameras, security, detectors, how?
“What the fuck did you do to her?” His voice was coming from in between his teeth, like a growl, a hiss, a threat. The other voice only laughed, igniting Johnny’s anger even more than before.
“Come find out. We’re at her old apartment. We have to talk, Johnny, so come alone.” And like that, the line clicked. He was breathing heavily as he looked down at his phone and his hand shook as he grunted, his eyes igniting in yellow as the hand that was holding his phone set aflame, destroying the device before he threw it across the room, making it hit and for the plastic to splash onto the wall.
He ran his hands through his hair, wanting to rip it all out, to burn the whole building down. If he didn’t tell anyone, he might die, but if he does, then you… He couldn’t. He has a chance, even if alone. He has to save you, he can’t let them have you, he can’t let you suffer because of him.
So he stepped out to his balcony, his body engulfed in flames as he leaped into the sky, headed straight to your apartment. He was trying to go as fast as he could, his breathing heavy with anticipation as he swerved through the buildings. He finally got onto your balcony, the sliding doors were open again but when he looked inside, he couldn’t help but feel confused.
He took a few steps in as his flames subdued, and all your furniture was gone. All your pictures, even the cabinets… it was just empty. Empty except for the big windows that were on the side. What happened?
A chuckle coming from one corner startled him. It was the robotic voice that slowly transformed into a female one. A voice he knew too well. A voice that never chuckled in that manner, always be it a giggle, or a little scoff, but never… this. He turned to face it, and his eyes widened as the figure stepped into the small bit of light that came through the windows thanks to the night sky.
“Aren’t you a little naive Johnny?”
And there, in front of him, was you. Face hard, wearing a simple cocktail black dress, some black heels… nothing like what you normally wear. You didn’t look dizzy because of your bruise, the butterfly strip he applied to you hours ago was still there. It was you… but at the same time, it wasn’t.
“W-What…?” He stuttered, not feeling the tips of his fingers as he looked at how you slowly walked towards him, throwing a device to the ground, a voice-changing device.
“I really didn’t think you would take me to your headquarters. Not this quickly at least.” You sighed, looking out the window as you kept talking. “I had a whole large plan for it, but you just had to make it THAT easy.”
You finished with a giggle, the giggle that he knew too well. The giggle you directed to him many times when he told you stories about Sue and him. Stories about how he made a fool out of himself on a few dates. The giggle that he liked so much… all for it to be a fucking lie. You–
“You lied to me… You–” He felt his heart twist as your eyes turned to meet his once more. He really isn’t lucky, isn’t he? The first time he feels something genuine and he gets stepped on by the universe. You took a step towards him as you put your hands behind your back.
“Not all the time. I can promise that, but my boss will be glad to hear I got into the headquarters in such a short period of time…” Your eyes studied his face, seeing how his features turned from shock to anger, slowly, making a wicked grin appear on your face. “Aw… are you mad?”
“What the fuck do you think?” His voice turned low, and it almost made you freeze in your place, but you kept talking, your head high.
“You look cute when mad. I wish I could take a picture right now–”
“Stop–”
“I would hang it up, frame it… Name it ‘My best show yet’.” Johnny felt his body start to burn, and he had to try to keep the flames from igniting out of his suit, but each word you spat out, made it more and more difficult for him to hold himself back.
“I said stop–”
“I just didn’t think it would be this quick. Who would've thought that Johnny Storm would be so desperate for actual love? So much, he throws himself head first like an idiot–”
A hand came to grab the back of your head, fingers gripping onto your scalp, grabbing your hair, and yanking your head backwards with no restraint, no care. And suddenly your eyes were looking at the Human Torch. His eyes were yellow flames, his face, his hair, his body, everything was on fire and it was burning you. He was baring his teeth at you, your face illuminated by his flames, and you noticed the hand holding the back of your head was not lit.
“I could kill you right now. I could easily burn you to a crisp for no one to find your body.” You trembled under his grasp, and your breathing turned a little heavy as you stared into his flaming eyes.
“But you won’t…” Your reply was soft, making the flames go down, making you breathe out in relief, feeling the cool air again on your body and face. He was still glaring, his nose slightly scrunched up in anger, in disgust. “Approaching you romantically was never the intention.”
That made him tilt his head at you, his eyebrow twitching at the mention of romance. Of how he was so close to having it but–
“Why tell me this? Why not keep the fucking act until you have more?” And you didn’t answer him, still under his grasp as you looked up at him. He couldn’t describe what he saw in your eyes, but he knew that it wasn’t hatred. He knew that there was a feeling that you shouldn’t be experiencing but you couldn’t help it.
So you stayed silent, swallowing as you kept your eyes on him. You saw him tremble slightly and he raised his free hand, making your gaze turn to it as the flames enveloped it all, to the tip of his fingers. It wasn’t a massive flame, more like embers, small, yet damaging.
You felt anything but scared of him, and he knows it, yet his anger fuels him in ways he cannot describe, and he wants to show you. He wants to show you just how fucking angry, enraged, he is. He wants to hurt you, burn you, engrave himself deep on your skin and in your mind.
“Say you don’t want this.” He needs to know if he connected the dots right. Why tell him? Why tell him who you truly were? Why not keep faking it to get more out of him? Did you take whatever you needed in the short period he kept you there? Those few little hours…
You remained silent, looking into his eyes as you struggled in his grasp slightly. Your right hand flew to the wrist holding the back of your head, which only made him pull on your hair once more, making you wince. It was another warning, another chance for you to push him away.
But you didn’t.
His right hand lifted up to reveal that it was slowly being covered in small embers, not yet flames, and he pressed it on your back. Your eyes widened when you felt heat engulf your back, the scent of burning fabric filling your nostrils. You winced when the burning turned a bit painful, his eyes not leaving your face.
He was still scowling at you, his eyes traveling to your exposed neck as his hand kept moving on your back, making small holes in it, the embers spreading slightly. He knew he was burning you, but it doesn’t compare to what you did to him. You will heal from these superficial burns.
You wanted to tell him to hurry up, but you knew that you weren’t the one with control right now, so you had to be careful with your words. You yelped when his hand started moving to your front, leaving embers fluttering over the black satin. It was burning easily, the material too thin, too flimsy.
His eyes caught onto yours once more. You were breathing heavily, waiting for his next move. He clenched his jaw as the memories of those picnics filled his head. Those movie nights. Those nights when you told him about your family. You showed him those pictures that were on your wall that you probably faked. Those pictures were all fake.
His fist grabbed onto the front of your dress and pulled on it as he grunted from the force. Your dress ripped easily away from your body thanks to the holes that were burned on your back and side. Your body will probably have scarring, burnt marks, or red spots, but you couldn’t help the excitement in your body when he held your torn dress in his hand.
His eyes turned to it for a second and then back at you. You saw how they glowed in a deep yellow and his hand engulfed into flames, your dress catching on fire and burning into ashes in three seconds. His eyes returned to their natural color as his hand dropped, and then he could finally take a look at your half-naked form.
You took the opportunity of his distraction to push him away, making him rip his hand off your hair, looking at you with surprise and anger. You were breathing heavily in just your bra and thong, a matching black set, looking at him, the anger in you also coming out to light after how he treated you.
Anger, but no hatred. Not from your side… nor his.
So you took a sharp intake of breath as you lunged forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you slammed your lips against his, connecting your chest to his. He groaned at the kiss, his arms immediately wrapping around your frame, his lips moving against yours instantly, like a starved man. Weeks of wanting this with you, dreaming of having you, but he never thought it would be like this.
You bit his bottom lip, yanking a bit on it with your teeth, provoking a protest on his part but you silenced it by sliding your tongue into his mouth. You moaned in satisfaction as his right hand slid downwards, grabbing onto your ass cheek and squeezing tight. You responded by raising your leg up, thigh against his hip, while his hand moved, leaving your behind to graze your thigh, gripping it tightly to hold you in place.
His hips pressed against your core, earning him a moan from you. You felt his buckle against your clothed cunt as well as his hardness as he rutted himself on you, moaning into your mouth. One of your hands went towards his hair, running your fingers through it and then you gripped tightly, pulling his head backwards and away from the kiss. He hissed at the action, his eyes connecting with your defiant ones.
“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Your voice came out through your teeth, a taunt. He gave a tilt of his head as if asking if you were really defying him right now. You could almost see the smoke coming out of his nostrils as he huffed in anger, his hands flying to the back of your thighs, pushing you upwards with his strength, making you yelp slightly at the sudden movement.
Your legs instantly wrapped around his waist so you wouldn’t fall, but then your back was slammed against the window, with such force that you were amused by how strong the glass was. You whimpered at the coldness against your naked back and ass, eyes glaring back at him.
“You think you have the right to talk back to me right now?” One of his hands left your thigh so it could get between the two of you. His lips reconnected to yours before you could even reply back to him, and you heard how he started undoing his buckle, that ‘F4’ shaped stupid belt he had.
You felt him move underneath you and you heard the rustling of clothes and then something pressing against your wet thong, making you whimper into the kiss. You pulled away to look down in between the two of you, and he had pulled his pants and underwear mid-thighs, enough to let his cock free, which was now pressing against you.
He got hold of the elastic of your thong, pinching it between his thumb and index finger, pulling it away from your body. You then saw a tiny and quick flame set fire and it quickly snapped the elastic apart, making your thong drop from your cunt, left to dangle thanks to the scraps still holding onto your other thigh.
You were exposed to him now, and then he pressed himself against your aching clit, rutting his hips against yours, causing a beautiful friction that left you moaning, throwing your head back, thumping against the glass.
He groaned as he looked at your exposed neck, moving forward so he could bite on the side of it, making you wince as your clit kept being hit with the ridge of his dick. It was hot. Literally hot. Not even warm temperature, it was burning and you wondered how that would feel inside of you.
He was coating his cock with your wetness, and he couldn’t be bothered with foreplay, he didn’t care for it, and you didn’t either, not that you needed it. You’ve been wet the moment he gripped your hair. So he pulled his hips back, letting the tip of his cock kiss your clit for a brief second before it caught on your entrance.
A voiceless moan got caught on your throat, where his teeth still remained, as he slowly pushed inside and– it was a perfect burn and stretch. He was perfect as he seethed himself inside, your walls fluttering in need around him as his mouth unlatched from your throat in order to look at how your face contorted at each inch of him.
“Good. That shut you up.” He held back the groans as he watched how your eyes were wide, looking in between the two of you now, seeing how his cock was disappearing inside of you. He wanted to hate you. He wished he could. It wasn’t fair that even now all he could think about was you, even if it wasn’t like before.
He cracked his neck as he felt his control slipping away, afraid of letting his flames burst out without his intention. He slammed his hand on the glass, right next to your head, as his left one gripped your thigh tightly and he struck his hips forward, bottoming out inside of you in one forceful thrust.
You gasped as your eyes met his. He was deliciously deep. There was a little bit of discomfort due to not having any prep but it was worth it. He was breathing heavily as he looked at you and your eyes danced with his in uncertainty, in rage, in sadness, in confusion. He was letting you adjust, or maybe he was just catching his breath, either way, you didn’t think you deserved it.
“You’re gonna cum already Johnny boy?” He gave you a glare, which only made you smirk at him. You didn’t deserve the kindness, at least not from him. He started pulling out of you, only to roughly slam back in, causing you to choke on your own moan. You felt it in your throat almost. And then, he set the bruising pace. No mercy, slamming into you like a wild man.
The glass behind you shook, the metal hinges making loud sounds as he kept smashing his hips against yours over and over again, not leaving a single second for conscious thought, not leaving a single second for even a memory to slip through the both of you. All he wanted was to pour his anger out, all he needed was to show you how you made him feel then and how you made him feel now.
The sound of skin slapping echoed through the now empty apartment, an apartment where he spent a few nights with your company. He growled at the memory, his hips picking up a pace as your moans raised in pitch, your fingers digging into his shoulders, scratching on him while your eyes filled with tears. Was it pleasure? He didn’t know.
“Not acting so smartass now, huh?” You choked out a moan as you tried to speak but he was piercing you right where you needed. Your g-spot was being abused at each sharp thrust of his. Punch. Punch. Punch.
You felt your body heating up, more than any other time you slept with someone, feeling as if you were sweating more than you should and you knew it was him. You knew he was raising the temperature of his body, including the one in the entire room. Your forehead was sweaty, your neck, your chest that was still covered in your bra that you now need to rip off because it was just too fucking hot.
You lowered a hand and pressed it against the glass, right next to you, and you grunted as you pushed against it, forcing him to stumble backwards. He fell to the ground, holding onto you, his back hitting the floor, his dick never slipping out of you as you landed on him, which caused you to choke.
You were breathing heavily as you looked down at him, who only winced slightly at the sudden hit on his ass and back. Your hands were now on his chest, still covered with his suit. You stared at the number 4 logo, glaring at it, and then your eyes found his. He was looking at you now with furrowed brows, sad instead of angry ones.
You didn’t deserve those.
Your hands went towards your back, unclasping your bra off and ripping it off your body. A sigh of relief escapes you as the air hits the sweat that’s on your tits. Your hips started circling against him, slowly, and he threw his head back as his hands gripped your hips, his digits digging into your skin.
Your belly coiled as you started rising yourself up and then slam back down again, knees pressing against the hard floor, knowing you will be bruised tomorrow, but you could give two shits about that right now. His hands traveled upwards, grabbing onto your breasts and everywhere he touched just left a lingering feeling of warmth, of burning.
You threw your head back as his fingers pinched your nipples, making your belly coil as you slammed yourself down again and circled your hips against him, making the tip of his cock rub against your g-spot repeatedly. He moaned your name in pleasure, the first time he did during the night and you looked down at him.
“You sure that’s my name?” And his eyes clashed with yours in new found anger, sitting up as his left hand gripped your waist, while the rest remained on your hip. His face came close to yours as his words became venomous.
“I wonder how many names you had to come up with. With how many you had to whore yourself to in order to get information for your boss. Whoever that might be.” And him calling you a slut was not something you expected. You didn’t want him to think that. You became angry. Not at him, but yet, you had to direct it towards someone.
So you slapped him.
His head was turned with wide eyes and you had to pretend you weren’t shocked at your own actions. You looked at your hand and then back at him, opening your mouth to say something but as he slowly turned to face you again, you knew you had fucked up. You saved yourself by talking once more.
“I didn’t jump your bones. You jumped mine, back in your room. Who’s the actual whore here, Johnny?” And you let him have the small memory of that innocent kiss he gave you. Of that kiss that made him so happy you had reciprocated, only for that memory to be shattered, tainted. His glare turned murderous as he looked at you.
You started feeling the areas he was grabbing you at become hotter and hotter. Your breathing became heavy in nervousness as your head turned to look at his hands which were becoming redder by the second. He laid back down and pushed his hips up, making you raise yourself a bit on your knees and before you could say something, he started slamming himself inside of you once more.
Your mind became mush in an instant, your moans choking up your voice as he hit your insides over and over again, the slapping of skin loud and quick. Your belly started turning, the elastic band about to snap as your hands dug into his chest. And then, you screamed as pain took you out of your pleasure palace.
The smell of burning filled the room, very slightly, faint, but still there. You looked down at where he was holding you, and his hands were now almost as red bright as metal against fire. He didn’t stop his pounding either, growling as he looked at you with his yellow irises, filled with flames.
“This is your reminder of who you betrayed. For you to remember me.”
Tears fell down your cheeks as you felt the pain of your skin being burnt, of being branded by him, and then your climax hit you out of nowhere. You choked out a whimper, a cry of his name as your walls tightened around him, pulsating. His balls tightened with the need for his own release, and he cooled his hands once more but kept them in place on your body.
He groaned loudly at your tightness and he looked at how tears fell down your face as well as the drool that had pooled in the corner of your mouth. He cursed under his breath and slammed his hips upwards one more time, completely seething himself inside as his cum filled your insides and you felt the heat of it. You could feel it.
He was breathing heavily as he lowered his hips, his hands keeping you in place so you wouldn’t lower on him. He hissed as he pulled out of you, his cum already dripping down from your hole, falling on the red tip of his cock. Your eyes looked down at his hands as they slowly parted from your skin, a squelching sound following after.
You were bleeding in some places, layers of your skin successfully burnt with his handprints. They were hurting you, they were very painful, and you… you couldn’t be mad at him for them. Your eyes connected to his as he lay there looking at his own hands, trembling at the sight.
Pieces of your burnt skin were stuck to his hands, on his palms. He lost control. He didn’t want to hurt you like this. You saw the guilt that displayed on his face and you raised your hand, wanting to touch him and tell him–
“Shit…” You winced before you could say anything else. He snapped out of his thoughts and sat up, pushing you to sit on the floor next to him. Without another word, he got up and you looked as he pulled his pants back up and buckled his belt once more.
“I guess we’ll see each other again now that you’ve entered the headquarters.” He was asleep while you were there. He was sure you took something, and it was just a matter of time for you to strike the building or him. He walked towards the sliding doors, and you moved on your place, wanting to go after him, but the sharp pain of the burns made you stay put.
“Johnny… wait.” Your voice was choked, but he turned around to face you again. You felt the room becoming cooler, and you didn’t want it to be that temperature… but it had to do for now. “My name… I didn’t lie about my name.”
His eyebrow twitched in confusion at that. Should he believe you? Should he trust you on that one? He didn’t know, he didn’t want to find out, he didn’t want to see you again, but he knew that one was inevitable. He turned away from you and you saw how his whole body turned into flames and flew out of the balcony, leaving you bruised, branded and alone.
In an empty, cold, room.
“It’s been a while since your last report, Chameleon.”
The stupid nickname your boss gave you. You had the ability to infiltrate through people without being spotted. It wasn’t a superpower, just good hiding.
“Got a little bit busy Boss.” Your voice was flat as you looked at how the man turned to look at you. So many people are afraid of this man, but there was something about Doctor Doom that just made you want to laugh.
“I hope that ‘bit busy’ was to get the information we need.” His voice was threatening, menacing as he looked at you through the screen. You gave him a sharp nod.
“Yes, I was planning my next encounter with Storm.” At your report, he gave a small nod of approval. You felt your bandages becoming sticky underneath your oversized sweater. It was about time to change them again, so you had to make this a quick call.
“I see. So, you still didn’t get into the headquarters then?” And you wanted to smile at his question. You wanted to show him how fucked he was, but you held yourself back because you had another plan in action, one that doesn’t include a boss.
“No sir. I require more time to create a bond with him.” He gave a small nod as his sharp tone filled the speakers.
“Get it done.” And the call ended abruptly.
You stared at the black screen, a smile appearing on your face as you slowly got up from the couch, walking towards the windows that were all blacked out. You pressed a button that was on the side and the windows returned to be transparent, showing the city lights in the night.
But what caught your attention was the orange gleam that was far away, still, floating, as if looking your way. You knew it was him. He has been waiting for you to turn the windows transparent once again. You had blacked out the apartment from his view for a whole week. You had refurbished it again, even hung up a real picture this time, the only one in the room.
One of you and him. One that you took at a picnic you had planned for the both of you. One that wasn’t part of the plan. Like the theater. Like the nights spent in this fake apartment. Like the drinks spent on a terrace. But he didn’t know that.
And then you saw him fly away, making your heart plummet to the floor. You winced as you turned to walk towards your kitchen, ready to take care of your wounds. Of his markings. Of his handprints that will permanently stay on your skin.
It was funny. First, you betrayed Johnny, and now you are betraying your boss, someone who might rip you apart the moment he finds out you’ve been lying. Yet, you are more scared of losing the only fire that made you feel alive after a long while.
You’ll keep that flame alive. You have to.
You’ll make sure it does.
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a/n: um, yeah, the thot was the burning of clothes, like, how was i supposed to do that one with just like, a normal person with no superpowers... with a lighter? not sexy enough.
❥ ⎯⎯⎯⎯ㅤ𐙚ㅤׄ Captured on a mission gone wrong, you quickly realize escaping might not be your biggest problem—especially when two very dangerous women can’t take their eyes off you. 🌟ֵᩧ ꒱꒱ ♡
ᰍᰨ ׅ ⸼ parings ꢁ G!P Soft!Dom!Captain Peggy Carter x Sub!Villain!Prisoner Fem!Reader x G!P Dom!Carol Danvers, mention of Wandanat.
ᰍᰨ ׅ ⸼ cw ꢁ Reader is a naughty villain, slight violence, almost non-consensual touching (once), slight use of "Y/n", slight injury, mention of nightmares and screams. +18!! Wild kisses (sorry), hate sex (with Carol), oral vaginal sex, fingering, handjobs, internal and external ejaculation, touching/sucking tits and nipples (R receiving), P in V, vaginal double penetration, unprotected, take care. English is not my first language!! MEN AND MINORS DNI!!
ᰍᰨ ׅ ⸼ wc ꢁ 4.394 (so...)
୭ৎ ׁ ₊ — N/A ⦂ I haven't finished the other oneshot yet, and it will probably take longer to finish. So, after watching What If...? again, I thought I'd write something about my favorite Captains. That doesn't have a universe for sure, lmao, but I put Captain Carter's idea together in the universe where Thor is an only child and Carol and he has a sexy fight. That's why Byrdie shows up at the end btw.
"Damn." you muttered, annoyed, trying to push the heavy shield off of you.
"Got you." the blonde’s irritating voice murmured as she approached, and you immediately recognized it as Captain Marvel.
You had one mission: break into S.H.I.E.L.D.’s system and steal some data. With Captain Carter missing, the team was busy searching for any trace of her—or at least, that’s what they claimed—and you took advantage of the opportunity. What you didn’t expect was a secret Avenger.
The first Avenger. Captain Marvel.
That’s how she stormed into the building, probably after receiving some kind of alert, and the two of you started fighting. And, damn it, just a few minutes later, Captain Carter showed up too—stepping through a portal. And by then, you were far too exhausted to use your powers.
"Not so powerful now, are you?" Captain Carter stepped closer to where you lay on the ground, lifting her shield off of you. "Danvers, take her to the tower."
You frowned. This was pure humiliation.
"I can walk!" you snapped, watching Carter walk away. The blonde grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you up to your feet, but you couldn’t even keep yourself standing.
Blame the fight, obviously.
"Doesn’t look like it". the blonde mocked, sliding one hand shamelessly to your ass and the other to your lower back, lifting you bridal-style.
You froze. Maybe being captured by an Avenger wasn’t so bad after all.
"You can put me down now." you muttered.
The blonde had carried you all the way to the tower. It was empty—just you, Danvers, and Carter, who was leaning against the entrance to the holding area. The blonde rolled her eyes and shoved you into one of the specialized cells built for superhumans, making sure you landed on the bed.
She muttered something to Carter as they stepped out, leaving you alone. You huffed, shifting into a more comfortable position. Your team probably already knew what had happened and, as always, they wouldn’t come for you. You had to figure something out—you needed to get out of this situation.
There was no way you were spending the rest of your life here. Absolutely not.
Your mind drifted back to the way the blonde’s hand had touched your ass. Not firm, not exactly intentional—but there had been something there. And, thinking about it now… maybe you could use that to your advantage.
Especially since your useless powers didn’t work inside that cell.
As the afternoon passed and dinner time approached, you lay down on the bed, completely still, positioning yourself like you had passed out. You were sure America’s 'heroes' wouldn’t let a prisoner starve. Despite everything, they had good hearts. Right on cue, you heard the door unlock and a voice calling out to you, followed by approaching footsteps.
"Is she dead?" Carter’s voice sounded concerned, while the blonde let out an annoyed scoff.
"Of course not, she’s pretending." she replied, typing something, and then the cell doors slid open.
A jolt ran through your body—your powers stabilizing now that the cell was unlocked. Your chance.
"And you opened it?" Carter murmured, as you heard Danvers’ footsteps getting closer.
You opened your eyes the exact second the blonde leaned over the bed. Before she could react, you moved.
Your fingers grabbed the collar of her suit with a strength you didn’t even know you still had, yanking her down as your legs pushed forward, flipping your positions in one swift motion. The blonde hit the mattress with a sharp thud—but your smile was sharper. You heard a surprised gasp from outside the cell.
“'Pretending', Captain?" you hissed, your face inches from hers, ignoring Carter’s warning shout in the background. "I prefer to call it 'market strategy'. And you fell for the deal perfectly."
Your free hand moved quickly—not to strike — which would be useless against a Marvel, but to pin her wrists down for a split second of pure shock, using your weight to keep her in place. She went strangely still.
"Next time you feel like touching my ass," you whispered, feeling her breath hitch. "ask for permission. Or at least buy me a coffee or a drink before throwing me into a cell."
You felt her power begin to hum beneath you, her eyes shifting from blue to that dangerous golden glow. You knew you had exactly three seconds before being thrown into the ceiling. Still, the victorious smirk never left your face.
"Carter!" the blonde growled, her voice vibrating with anger—and something you’d love to call confusion. "Don’t let her get away!"
A muffled sound came from the doorway. You glanced over and saw Captain Carter, shield in hand, visibly trying not to laugh, her cheeks slightly flushed. Then you were thrown off.
You hit the ground hard, the air knocked out of your lungs as stars burst across your vision. The blonde stood up slowly, her suit still glowing, her expression a mix of fury and something dangerously close to satisfaction. She adjusted her suit, completely ignoring you on the floor.
"Next time," she said coldly. "I won’t throw you at the ceiling. I’ll throw you through it."
Carter, finally composing herself, stepped forward, her expression serious again—though her eyes still held amusement.
"Well, at least we know you’re not dead." she said, that insufferable British accent lacing her words. "Danvers, restrain her properly this time. And please… no extra touches."
Carol rolled her eyes, the golden energy fading.
"That wasn’t extra. It was to make sure she didn’t escape." she muttered, though the flush on her cheeks wasn’t just from the fight.
You pushed yourself up into a sitting position.
"Can’t we solve this in a simpler way?" you said, breathless, your body aching from the impact. "Just let me go…"
"Let you go? You broke into the tower and tried to steal our data. Why would we do that?" the super soldier questioned, her shield resting at her side.
You glanced at the blonde—still faintly flushed—then back at Carter.
"Come on, we’re alone. Why don’t we get to know each other?" you said innocently, leaning back on your hands.
The blonde shot you a sharp glare while Carter smiled in response. "Fair enough. We don’t even know your name."
You nodded, pleased that at least one of the Captains was entertaining your idea—your plan. Danvers, however, remained skeptical.
"I’m Y/n. You?"
"Peggy," she said, giving the blonde’s shoulder a light tap when she stayed silent. "and that’s Carol."
"Peggy and Carol…" you murmured, slowly getting to your feet. Carol’s eyes never left you, wary. "has a nice ring to moan."
Peggy flushed while Carol choked on nothing. You let out a soft, sensual laugh, walking slowly toward the exit—only for Peggy to step in front of the door.
"Right. You’re a pervert. You’re staying in that cell." she said, guiding you back inside, though you ended up brushing against Carol.
"Maybe I am." you murmured, deliberately leaning into her. "but it would be generous of you two to stay here with me. Just… making sure I don’t escape."
Carol’s jaw clenched, her body going rigid under your touch. "You talk too much." she hissed, though she didn’t pull away immediately—which you counted as a quiet victory.
Peggy let out a soft, nasal chuckle, locking the cell once you were back inside and Carol had stepped out.
“'Making sure you don’t escape,' I see." Peggy said, crossing her arms, looking you up and down with that knowing little smile. "I hate to disappoint you, Y/n, but we have a world to save. Try not to seduce the bars until breakfast."
They started to walk away, but you still caught Carol’s low murmur in the hallway. "She’s insufferable, Peggy."
"And you’re still blushing, Danvers. Admit it, her punch hurts less than her mouth."
You dropped onto the bed, sore but smiling victoriously. Peggy locked the cell without looking back before the two of them disappeared down the hall.
S.H.I.E.L.D. might have your data. But you definitely had their sanity. A soft click echoed, and a food tray slid under the door.
At least they remembered dinner.
"Wake up, the sun’s already up." you slowly opened your eyes, glancing around the dark room before noticing the faint glow of Carol’s powers just outside the cell.
You pushed yourself up on the bed, frowning as you looked at her. She wasn’t wearing her suit—just a white t-shirt and jeans.
"And what do you want me to do? Photosynthesis?" you mocked, quickly noticing Peggy’s absence. "Where’s your partner?"
Carol shrugged, typing the passcode into the panel. You raised an eyebrow as the cell doors opened. She didn’t step inside—just gestured for you to come out.
"Are you messing with me?" you asked, looking her up and down suspiciously. "Really?"
"You were yelling too much. Peggy took pity on you". she replied, rolling her eyes.
You had forgotten how intense your nightmares could get—and that you’d probably kept them up all night. Good. With a sly smile, you got off the bed.
"Peggy took pity on me, huh?" you repeated, stepping out slowly, stretching your arms and feeling every sore muscle protest. "And you, Carol? What did you feel? Besides the urge to throw me at the ceiling again?" you teased, crossing your arms.
You stopped right in front of her, invading Captain Marvel’s personal space. Carol didn’t even blink—but you caught the way her jaw tightened.
"I felt like having five minutes of silence." she shot back, pointing down the hallway. "Move. Before I change my mind and turn you into stardust."
You stepped forward, brushing past her, your shoulder grazing hers ever so slightly.
"Stardust sounds kinda sexy…" you whispered, letting out a soft laugh. "But if I knew nightmares would earn me a 'free pass' out of the blonde next door’s hands, I would’ve screamed louder. Maybe even moaned."
Carol let out a heavy sigh, but you could swear the corner of her mouth twitched. Anger… or embarrassment.
"You’re a nightmare, gurl." she muttered, starting to walk ahead of you. "Now shut up and follow me. Peggy made coffee, and Wanda already left the toast ready."
You smiled, clasping your hands behind your back as you followed, feigning innocence—even as you felt Carol’s eyes on you the entire time.
As you stepped into the kitchen, the smell of fresh coffee and toast hit you instantly, making your stomach growl. Peggy—dressed similarly to Carol—was already sitting at the table, pouring herself some coffee. There were only two chairs.
You smirked.
"Good morning." Peggy murmured, not even looking at you.
While Carol grabbed the coffee pot, you casually walked forward—pretending to be distracted—before dropping yourself right onto Peggy’s lap. She choked on her coffee and froze.
"There wasn’t a third chair." you murmured, grabbing a piece of toast from her plate. The super soldier glanced at Carol, flushed, while the blonde stared at the scene.
"There are stools at the counter." Carol hissed, setting the coffee pot down.
"Peggy is more comfortable." you smiled innocently, settling more firmly in Peggy’s lap. The warmth of your body against hers was a dangerous contrast to the cold cell you’d just left. "And if she didn’t push me off, it’s because she doesn’t want to."
Peggy finally managed to recover her breath—but still didn’t have the courage to shove you away. She cleared her throat, watching you eat her toast with a devilish little smile. Carol took a deep breath, sitting down across from you, coffee cup in hand.
"Keep playing your games, and the rest of the team will be here soon to transfer you to another facility." the blonde muttered, staring into her coffee.
You raised an eyebrow, at the same time feeling Peggy’s hands brush against your hips—hesitant, but there.
"Another facility?" you laughed. "Your bedroom? Because if that’s the case, I’m in…" Carol stared at you blankly. "Or Peggy’s…"
"Alright, that’s enough." Peggy whispered behind you, her voice vibrating right against your neck. Her hands, once hesitant, now gripped your hips firmly, pulling you closer. "Carol, I think our prisoner requires a… more thorough inspection. Somewhere away from the kitchen."
Carol nodded, licking her lips as she set her coffee cup down on the table. You just kept smiling.
Your smile vanished the moment your back hit the wall after entering the bedroom, your eyes closed as Peggy's lips crushed against yours, her hands firmly gripping your hips.
You stood on your tiptoes, wrapping your arms around her neck. Her tongue invaded your mouth, exploring and devouring you with an insatiable hunger. You could barely keep up.
Carol closed the door surprisingly slowly, her footsteps echoing thru the bedroom as she watched the scene, intrigued. Soon, Peggy interrupted the kiss, licking her lips while her eyes were fixed on you.
"Take off your clothes." the mix of her accent with her authoritative tone made you even more excited. She let you go, allowing you to undress. You got rid of your clothes in a minute, remaining in your underwear. Their eyes were fixed on your half-naked body. "Good girl."
For some reason, nicknames always excited you, and coming from Captain Carter's mouth, it made the moment even better. You didn't have time to react when Peggy took a step back, allowing Carol to stand in front of you. You thot about making some stupid comment, but she simply attacked your mouth and held your hips firmly.
Both she and Peggy were masters of the kiss, but Carol's kiss was different — hungrier, more lascivious. She kissed you intensely, with a fury that could destroy you with her powers — in another sense. When you let out a low surprised moan, it was your worst mistake and greatest success.
Carol pulled away from your lips, leaving a string of saliva connecting you. She moved her hands to your butt, lifting you off the ground. You wrapped your legs around her, surprised, but had no time to react when she turned and threw you onto the bed. You were grateful for it being comfortable enough.
"Idiot." Carol murmured, while Peggy stood beside her. "What should we do with her, Carter?"
Peggy leaned on the bed, placing her hands on your heels and pulling you to the edge of the bed, spreading your legs. Her eyes darkened upon seeing the wet stain on your panties.
"She interrupted my breakfast," she murmured, kneeling on the floor, her face inches from your covered center. "nothing more fair than me devouring that beautiful little pussy of hers."
She took her hand off one of your heels, bringing a finger to your panties and gently pressing the area of your entrance. You moaned softly, arching your back. She smiled, sliding her finger there, provoking each of your moans.
"Are you already moaning with the slightest attention?" Carol teased you, walking around the bed, stopping next to your face. You looked at her, your eyes widening as you noticed the huge bulge in her pants. "Believe me, your moans are cute, but your mouth will be more useful in giving me relief."
You wanted to protest, but while you felt Peggy's fingers gripping the elastic of your panties, your eyes were on Carol's hands, watching the blonde provocatively, slowly unbuttoning her pants, leaving you speechless, and you preferred to spend your breath when you were moaning.
"If you try to bite me, I'll kill you." the blonde continues, sliding her pants and boxers down, revealing her large cock that you were sure wouldn't fit inside you. "go ahead." it wasn't a question.
You swallowed hard when she leaned forward, her member brushing against your cheek. You brought your trembling hand to the base, one finger caressing, while the others remained still. She took a deep breath, but was focused on Peggy, who was now smelling your panties, watching you stroke Carol's cock.
Visibly impatient, Carol moved a hand to your cheek, pressing your mouth against the head of her cock. She narrowed her eyes when you stared at her, before opening your mouth, savoring the taste of the Captain as the tip of her cock invaded your mouth. She bit her lip but let out a low, suppressed moan.
You took pride in the sound, knowing you had caused it, but the moment you lowered your hand, you gasped when you felt Peggy's mouth capture your clitoris, sucking and drawing. She moaned at the taste, bringing a finger to your entrance and, without waiting for a signal, penetrated you all at once.
You writhed on the bed. Carol grabbed a handful of your hair before guiding your neck forward, making you swallow more of her cock. You whimpered, trying not to choke while Peggy sucked your clit, fucked your entrance, and Carol fucked your mouth.
"Your mouth is so good, babe. Fuck..." Carol murmured between moans that came out sounding like growls, her hips beginning to move in sync with your mouth and Peggy's fingers.
"Just wait until you taste her pussy, Danvers." Peggy released your clitoris, adding a second finger to your entrance. "The taste is better than we thought."
Carol gripped your hair tighter in response, her cock reaching you throat, her self-control dissipating with her partner's words. Peggy smiled at the scene while you just moaned, not slowing the pace of your fingers.
You felt a knot forming in your stomach, but you couldn't warn, not with your mouth full. Carol also seemed about to come, as she pulled away from your mouth as soon as you came on Peggy's fingers. The super soldier slowly withdrew her fingers, the sound of your wet folds smearing her fingers made your face heat up. She brought her fingers to her mouth, letting out a low moan with your taste.
"My turn, Carter." Carol hissed, one hand stroking the cock that was leaking pre-cum.
The soldier rolled her eyes in amusement, getting up and releasing your heel. They switched places, now Carol was kneeling between your legs and Peggy beside you, lowering her pants along with her boxers. You weren't even surprised to find out that she also had a penis.
"Don't worry, dear. I'm not as rough as Danvers." she reassured you while watching you stare at her cock in awe." as thick as Carol's. "In your own time, love."
"Not with me." Carol murmured, placing her hands on your thighs, preventing you from moving, which you hadn't even intended to do.
You licked the glans of Peggy's cock, then sucked, listening to her deep sighs. Then, you let out a moan as you felt Carol's tongue glide thru your folds, moaning at your taste. You instinctively wanted to close your legs, but without using even 1% of your powers, Carol was stronger than you.
You tilted your head a little more, feeling Peggy move her hips hesitantly, afraid of making you choke, a contrast to Carol's behavior. You moaned when you felt the blonde's tongue penetrate your entrance, at the same time Peggy pulled away, but her ended up cumming on your face and a little in your mouth.
You licked your lips with the taste, while Peggy wiped your face with an improvised towel she suddenly found. Your moans grew louder as Carol brought a finger to your sore clitoris, stimulating you, before you felt a second orgasm. "C-Carol—"
You looked down, her dark eyes fixed on yours as she brought you to orgasm, your legs trembling as she continued to suck every drop of your liquid.
Peggy moved the towel away when she finished cleaning you, watching Carol get up. You sat on the bed and looked at both of their cocks — still hard, still needing more relief. Your previous confidence, now being shattered by the thot of what the Captains could do more with you.
Peggy seemed to notice the look of panic on your face, immediately sitting on the bed beside you. Carol did the same on your empty side. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you."
You looked at Peggy as her hands pulled your body up onto hers, your folds brushing against her erect and painful cock.
"Unless, of course, you want to." Carol murmured against your ear, her hands sliding to the clasp of your bra and undoing it.
You heard the piece fall to the floor after she took it off, your breath faltering as she leaned in and left kisses on your neck, her hands caressing your breasts. Peggy kept looking at you, every detail of your face, almost enchanted.
"You are too beautiful to be a prisoner." she murmurs, leaning in to press your lips to hers, now calmer.
You moved your hands to her muscular shoulders, deepening the kiss, while feeling Carol's teeth sink into your bare shoulder. Peggy lifted you slightly, pushing Carol away, before with one hand her held her cock and with the other your hip, lowering you down onto her cock all at once.
You moaned against the super soldier's lips, digging your nails into her shoulders — which didn't seem to affect her. Her cock throbbed inside you as you tried to get used to the size. She interrupted the kiss to leave a single kiss on your neck, then lay down on the bed and pulled your body to lie down more or less.
"Carol." Peggy murmured, watching the blonde behind you.
You frowned in confusion before realizing you were basically on all fours in front of Carol. You felt the tip of her cock brush against your butt, her warm hands resting on your buttocks and squeezing. She seemed to be trying to control herself, but the faint glow on her body said otherwise.
"Can I?" the blonde asked, her tone softer than before, hesitant but excited. You didn't even think when you nodded.
"Yeah, Captain." the nickname excited both her and Peggy, judging by the way her cock throbbed inside you.
Carol didn't wait any longer, her hands tilted your butt back, slightly opening your already filled hole. She invaded the space slowly, not wanting to hurt you — which is ironic. You let your face fall into Peggy's neck, moaning with the incredible sensation of having two cocks in your tight pussy.
"Fuckk..." Carol and Peggy groaned together, both exchanging glances, deciding by looks what rhythm they should use.
You were still trying to get used to the feeling, but your pussy thanked them when they started to move. Peggy's hands held your waist firmly, lifting you slightly off her cock before bringing you back down again, while Carol slowly pulled away.
Soon, the rhythm quickened, your moans grew louder as both of them gave you the best sex you've ever had in your life. Carol bit her lip upon hearing your moans, her body shining, before she brought one of her hands to your hair, pulling your head back to whisper dirty things in your ear.
Peggy blushed at the scene, the moment you felt one of them hit your G-spot. You felt your walls tremble, they did too. Again, they exchanged glances, reducing the thrusts.
"Not yet, my dear." Peggy said breathlessly, bringing one hand to caress your clitoris with a finger.
You moaned as you writhed, your orgasm close, but trying to hold back to avoid knowing what would happen if you disobeyed.
"You will only come when we say so, understood?" Carol growled into your ear, giving you butt a slap with her free hand.
"Y-Yeah" you whimpered when you received another slap, this time on your clitoris.
"'Yeah' what?" Peggy teased, squeezing your clitoris afterward. You were trying to control your orgasm and the tears on your face as much as possible.
"Y-Yeah, Captains!" you shouted, feeling slightly humiliated, but honestly, you didn't care anymore at this point.
Carol let your hair down, your face falling between Peggy's covered breasts. You quickly lifted your head, embarrassed, she didn't mind. But you could no longer control yourself.
"C-Captains, please, I-I need to come!" you pled, closing your eyes tightly when you felt another strong thrust hit your G-spot again.
"Come for us, babe." Peggy murmured, taking advantage of the moment you arched your back to suck on one of your nipples.
You immediately felt an absurd relief when your walls broke, having the greatest orgasm of your life. They didn't stop, prolonging your pleasure, but slowing the pace. Peggy withdrew, climaxing on your belly, but Carol couldn't resist. With one last thrust, the blonde came deep inside you, before slowly pulling away.
You didn't protest, still processing what had just happened. You body fell onto the bed next to Peggy's, staring at the ceiling as she caught you breath. Carol moved to lie down on your other side.
"That was incredible." Peggy said, turning to wrap her muscular arms around your waist, before her mouth latched onto your breast again. "You're so damn hot."
Carol raised an eyebrow when you let out a low moan, breathless but enough to excite her again. "Why are you two relaxing?" you and Peggy looked at Carol confused, while the blonde smiled mischievously. "You didn't think we were done, did you?"
You covered your face with your hands, embarrassed, when you felt the blonde's mouth latch onto your free breast. Peggy laughed softly against your nipple.
"It's still 10:00 in the morning." Bryrdie complained, searching for her headphones around the room. Your and Carol's and Peggy's moans disturbing her mind. "10:00!!"
Wanda and Natasha entered the room accompanied by Maria Hill, confused, while the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D raised a skeptical eyebrow upon hearing moans and a possible bed about to break.
"What's happening?" she asked, her icy tone making the atmosphere even heavier.
"Question for the "Captains" and first Avengers!" Byrdie huffed, grabbing her headphones and putting them on, before turning on some music and heading up to her room.
Natasha laughed softly, amused, while Wanda used her magic to muffle the lustful moans.
"I don't judge. We are worse." Wanda blushed at her girlfriend's comment.
Maria Hill placed a finger on her forehead, internally asking for a resignation or a decent raise to endure another day in the Avengers Tower. Or the tower of debauchery.
୭ৎ ׁ ₊ — N/A ⦂ sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this at dawn.
Summary: You are an anti-heroine, forged by corporate experiments and gifted with extraordinary abilities. Living outside the law in Metropolis, you steal from the powerful to serve your own sense of justice. When your path collides with Superman, a complicated bond forms, built on tension, attraction and a secret pact that ties you to the man who should be your greatest enemy.
Author's note: Yes, I just watched the new Superman movie. I don't know if this fanfic will continue, and I’m not sure if anyone will even like it. Reblog or like this fanfic if you want it to go on, and feel free to leave comments.
PREVIEW TWO
ONE
Another day begins the moment the first ray of sunlight touches your face. You shower to the background noise of the police channel you hacked some time ago and get ready to play the part of a reporter. The drive to the Daily Planet is quick—you take your car. On the way, you notice a man drop his briefcase on the sidewalk.
“Mr. Kent, so early in the morning and already losing your balance?” you say as you slowly drive past the street where Clark is crouched down, gathering the papers that spilled from his briefcase. He gives an awkward smile as he finishes picking everything up and glances in your direction.
“Accidents always seem to happen when I miss my morning coffee, apparently,” Clark says, standing upright and adjusting his briefcase. He looks at you like he’s genuinely glad to see you.
You watch him, silently wondering what it must be like to spend part of the day as a clumsy reporter and the other as a near-invincible superhero.
“I have an extra coffee in the car, if you're interested,” you murmur, unsure of how you want to come across—honestly, you're not even sure yourself.
“Is that your way of offering me a ride?” Clark asks as he makes his way toward your car, weaving through the morning crowd filling the street, each person heading somewhere with purpose. He adjusts his glasses, and you stop the car, unlocking the passenger door for him.
“Yes. Would you prefer a formal invitation to accompany me to our shared workplace, or is this satisfactory?” you ask as he slips into the seat and fastens his seatbelt.
Before turning your attention back to the road, you reach for the extra cup of coffee you had resting securely in the holder between the seats and place it in his hands.
“You really shouldn't accept a drink so easily from someone you don’t trust,” you say as you steer the car back onto the road, continuing the drive to the Daily Planet.
“That’s great advice. Do you usually give it to people you claim not to care whether they live or die?” Clark asks, taking a sip of the coffee you handed him. He seems a little too pleased with himself.
“I’m just being practical. If you go around playing the naive one with every villain you meet, you’re going to end up dead. And if you die, who’s going to clear my competition off the streets?” you say calmly, then glance over and smile at him. Clark doesn’t seem entirely convinced.
"I need a favor, since you're being so generous this fine morning," Clark says between sips of coffee.
"Finally going to ask for help with your wardrobe? Because I'm fully available," you reply with a touch of sarcasm as you pull into the Daily Planet's parking lot.
"I need you to interview Superman," he says casually, as if it were just a formality, something trivial.
"Absolutely not. First of all, the right person for that would be Lois. And second, we both know there can’t be any connection between me and Superman. Ever," you respond, your voice rising more than you intended.
The truth is, any connection between you and a superhero could never be safe—neither as a villain nor as a reporter.
"I need someone with personal reasons to question my methods," Clark whispers while the two of you are still inside your car.
"What do you mean by questioning your methods?" you ask as you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn to face him. He unbuckles his as well, mirroring your movement.
"I mean you don’t see me as the guy who saves everyone. Because deep down, you believe I can’t save you. That’s why you’ve been doing a pretty good job avenging yourself—going after those who wronged you," Clark says, his gaze locked with yours.
It almost feels like a contest, to see who blinks first. And truth be told, he isn’t entirely wrong.
"Feeling guilty about something, aren’t you?" you ask as you glance at him, noticing his tie is completely crooked.
While he’s still trying to figure out how you knew, you reach out and fix it, redoing the knot. He doesn’t resist—just lets you.
"Our conversation last night, about me comparing you to the people who made you who you are... This morning I found out one of the men I helped put away was killed in prison. The theory is he was some kind of test subject and the whole thing was a cover-up," Clark explains, and you can almost see the weight of guilt pressing down on his broad shoulders.
When you finish tying his tie properly, you catch him looking slightly embarrassed. Your theory? Either the closeness between you or the fact that he knows he crossed a line comparing you to other villains is making the man known for being stronger than steel blush while holding your gaze.
"Nice way to warn me about a potential death sentence, by the way," you say, realizing that if some powerful corporation is eliminating its test subjects, you could easily be next.
"I wouldn’t say it so calmly if I didn’t know you’d know how to handle yourself if they ever came after you. And I—" You cover Clark’s mouth before he can finish.
"I dare you to finish that sentence, knowing that if you say you're going to protect me, I’ll shove my hand through your chest and rip your heart out," you threaten, and he laughs—as if he’s actually enjoying this.
"Your eyes light up when you threaten to kill me, you know that?" Clark says, as if trying to make you lower your guard.
You smack his arm and then look ahead, lost in thought about his proposal. It might be something you’ll regret.
"Do you say that to every villain you're trying to convince to do something?" you ask in a playful tone, meeting his gaze—almost like a flirt.
"Only the ones who deserve it," Clark replies with an easy smile, and despite his golden retriever charm, there's a glint in his eye that suggests he’s not entirely immune to the tension between you. He’s enjoying this—more than he probably should.
"You’re going to owe me for this," you murmur, stepping a little closer and grabbing his tie with a firm hand. "And you can be certain I’ll collect." Your fingers tighten the knot at his throat just enough to make a point, your eyes locking with his in a silent challenge.
Before he can say anything in return—something clever or infuriating, most likely—a sharp knock interrupts the moment. You both turn to see Jimmy Olsen peering through the window of your car, looking far too amused.
"Are you two together?" he asks, eyebrows raised.
"No!" you and Clark respond in unison, too quickly, too forcefully and far too rehearsed not to sound suspicious.
"I meant arriving at work together," Jimmy added with a grin. "Because if this is some kind of carpool, I want in."
You and Clark exchanged a subtle look of relief before you smiled. "Of course, Olsen. The three of us can totally start commuting together," you said kindly as you adjusted your bag and stepped out of the car.
"I'm just surprised you're here," Jimmy remarked, nodding toward Clark as both of you exited.
"Why's that?" you asked before Clark could respond. They both turned to you, and you gave a slight shrug. "I'm a reporter. Naturally, I'm curious."
Jimmy chuckled. "Apparently there’s an old factory that was filled with secret prisoners. Some rogue scientist was using them for experiments. Sounds like the kind of mess Superman would show up for. And since Clark here always seems to know everything about Superman…”
Your gaze shifted to Clark, fully aware of the excuse he’d have to come up with to slip away. You smirked. “It’s almost like they’ve got some kind of secret affair.”
Jimmy let out a laugh as the three of you walked toward the building’s elevator.
"Even though I’ve never met Superman in person, I don't think Clark’s really his type," Jimmy joked, nudging him lightly.
"People can surprise you, Olsen," you replied with a knowing smirk, stealing a sideways glance at Clark. "Besides, who’s to say Superman doesn’t have a thing for awkward charm and outdated ties?"
"I don’t think it’s fair to talk about Clark like that," Jimmy said with a chuckle. But as he turned to add something in Clark’s direction, he paused, confused. "Wait—where’d he go?"
You glanced around with an innocent shrug. "Probably ran off after his little boyfriend," you said teasingly, then smoothly shifted the subject. "By the way, congrats on that article about LuthorCorp’s shady investments."
Jimmy beamed at the praise. This was usually the part where you managed to act like everything was completely normal.
"Your piece puts mine to shame," he replied as the elevator doors opened on your floor. "That exposé on the secret nighttime activity down at the docks? Pure gold."
You both stepped out into the familiar hum of the bullpen, the sound of ringing phones and fast-typing reporters filling the air once again.
“Does anyone know where Mr. Kent wandered off to?” Perry White asks in his usual authoritative tone, pacing back and forth across the newsroom with visible frustration.
“He went after Superman,” you reply as you and Jimmy make your way to your desks.
“I hope he gets us a real scoop. Apparently, some people are trapped underground, surrounded by a rare type of stone or something,” Lois says, eyes fixed on the news playing across the television screen.
If it’s what you're thinking, Superman won’t be able to save the day.
“I heard there’s some kind of stone—an element—that cancels out Superman’s powers,” Jimmy adds casually, as if he were just making small talk.
“In that case, maybe he should call for backup from that justice group... or is it the Justice Club?” you muse, settling into your chair and watching the live footage near the incident area.
“They seem to be dealing with something out of town,” Jimmy replies, eyes still glued to the TV.
“By the way, congratulations to both of you on your articles,” Lois finally tears her gaze from the screen to look at you and Jimmy.
“A compliment from Lois Lane is more valuable than any award,” you say with a half-smile, rising to get coffee from the machine.
“It’s hard to tell if you’re being serious or sarcastic, but seriously—great articl… wait, what is he doing?” Lois begins to reply but cuts herself off, her attention snapping back to the screen.
It must be difficult for her, watching her ex risking his life in a cape.
Suddenly, your phone buzzes with a new message that makes your breath hitch.
“I need you.” It’s signed with an S. You know exactly who it is.
You reply quickly, “I’m not getting involved.” After all, you’re not a hero, and you have no intention of saving the day.
But the message that comes next makes your hand tighten around the phone.
“They’re going through what your family went through.”
Superman’s words strike a nerve. You pause. Maybe this is your chance to find the ones responsible for the experiment done to you. Maybe you can make sure there won’t be others like you—orphans with powers capable of wiping out small civilizations.
You take a breath, glance around, and murmur, “I’ll be right back. Bathroom." Everyone is too distracted to notice.
“Almost looks like he went to call in reinforcements,” Jimmy comments, still watching the screen beside Lois.
“Don’t you think, Y/N?” he asks, but when he and Lois turn to look for you—
You’re already gone.
“What did I tell you?” Perry White says, appearing behind them with a fresh coffee in hand. “The best reporters don’t ask for permission. They just go.”
Synopsis: You were saved by your ex-mentor, then Batman saved you from him. Even with your habilities It seems like you will never stop being a damsel in distress. Don't worry though, you are just a puppy who just got adopted by the best caretaker ever. And he knows what you need even better than yourself.
Pairing: Yandere!Batman X Villain turned hero!Gn!AFAB!Reader; Platonic!Batfam
Tw: 18+; Dubcon between Yan!Bruce X Gn!Reader; Reader has a pussy and an uterus; Grooming?!; Reader is inexperienced and a virgin; Reader is a people pleaser; age gap (Reader is 21 and Bruce is on his 40’s); fingering!reader receiving; mentions of sexu4l harr4sment, s3xual 4ssault and pedoph1lia (nothing happens, reader was just afraid of being a victim growing up); Bruce is very touchy and Reader doesn't know how to feel about that; power imbalance; Reader has intense daddy and trust issues, intrusive thoughts and a rough background; mentions of family loss; fluff, suggestive and angst; manipulation and guilt tripping; platonic!batfamily are happy, Damian loves you and no one knows Bruce is a yandere for you, but they are kinda weirded out by the age gap; English is not my first language.
Word count: 8,5k
Requested? Yes.
Extra notes: that's how I’m picturing villain!reader suit and that's the vigilant suit. Also It was really hard to find cool names for reader’s villain ex-mentor and reader’s villain and hero persona, but you can imagine whatever suit and name you want
General masterlist | He's My Collar - Series masterlist
You were 11 when your deadbeat father handed you over to Overkill to appease the criminal’s anger. That day, you lost your birth name and became Onslaught.
When you joined him you were afraid your fate would be to become his sex slave, it wouldn't be absurd to think he wanted to use you like that since the last time you saw your father, when he was on his knees, crying for his life to be spared, he cried an offer that your mentor accepted: my kid! Take my kid! They already bleed! Check their underwear! They're already grown, take them and do whatever you want to them! Don't even have to bring them back, take them with you if you want! They can clean and cook and will do whatever you want, I swear! they will keep quiet! I won't tell anyone!
Tsk. Pathetic old man.
Later he told you he only took you in because cruelty against kids was the only line he refused to cross and hated who committed It. He said you were better off with him If your own father made a strange and violent man an offer of such disgusting nature.
Overkill never touched you the way your father expected. If 99% of the time he didn't treat you like a minion, and 1% as his ward, you could even love him. He definitely was your second (shitty) father figure.
Instead, he did make you cook and clean, but only when you weren't training and studying to be his sidekick. He was a villain-for-hire. Sketchy civilians, crime bosses, supervillains and corrupt politicians would hire you both to do the stealing, killing and terrorizing. When you became his, it meant he could get more jobs while working less and earning more. He got 99% of the money and you would get 1%. Literally. If he was in a good mood, felt you deserved a treat or one of the clients showed a liking to you, he gave you more, never more than his own part though.
It was just one more way to keep the leash of the puppy attached to him. Keep you dependent. He also used psychological methods for that, you knew that now.
When you were a kid, before he became your mentor, like every normal child, you developed an obsession. Some liked dinosaurs. Some liked princesses. Some liked insects. You liked wolves. You used to spend hours imagining yourself being one of them. Running through the woods with a pack that would accept, love and protect you. Your cries for help, the night that your father beat your mom to her grave and was close to doing the same to you, were howls to the moon. Calling for help. Calling for someone. But the only one who could hear your frequency was him.
Your savior. Your keeper. The alpha of your little two member pack.
When you were 21 your whole life changed for the second time. Batman caught Overkill, cut off his claws, put a muzzle on him and left him in Belle Reve.
He was merciful to you though, he was a hero after all, and he investigated your history. He gave you options: 1-Live a civilian and lawful life. 2-Learn his ways and become a vigilant by his side, saving lives and all that shit that made heros panties wet. 3-Keep the lifestyle of a criminal and next time he saw Onslaught in action he would break your legs and put you in a cage right next to your packleader's.
You chose the second option.
And that was how Onslaught was dead and Silverclaw was born.
Batman set you up in one of his safehouses, helped get a new identity and you were to patrol the city with him every night. You thought because you were an adult he would leave you on your own when It came to education and a job, he didn't. He insisted on giving you money until you found a common daytime job.
— Are you doing that to make sure I’m not gonna try to monetize from saving people? — You looked at him suspiciously, searching for a facial reaction that could give him away. None came. Dude was really stoic.
— No.
— You are trying to control me then. — You crossed your arms, being mindful of your new claws.
— I’m trying to help you. — Batman stared at you a lot. If you didn't know better you would think he was a statue in the middle of your new living room from how still he was. You huffed. — You can trust me…
— Can I, really? Can you trust me? — You challenged him, half stepping forward and learning slightly in his direction while touching the bat in his chest with the tip of your claw. He didn't react.
— You will show me.
You chose not to respond and resumed your previous actions of looking around your new home. You pretended to just be touring curiously but the man knew you were searching for cameras or bugs he could use to secretly monitor you. Or just have a peepshow.
— You always do this to the rest of your bats? — He didn't answer. — Maybe not all, I imagine Red Hood wouldn't like it. You don't mind that he is a crime lord right? Or is that the reason you are always fighting?! — He still didn't answer. — Wow, Geez, you never shut up, you know?! Let other people talk. Uh, sorry, I shouldn't be talking like that with my new boss, right?
— I'm not your boss.
— Babysitter then?
— Mentor… Until you can work on your own… — You roll your eyes. So much for admitting he didn't trust you yet. Well, you didn't either.
After three months he changed your suit to have a bat brand on your left shoulder, you were an official member of his team, and gave you access to the batcave. You always saw him, some of the others and his butler coming and going from the elevator, but never tried It, even If he never out loud forbade you from doing it. You noticed they were all very close and didn't feel like you belonged among them, so you didn't need to know where that elevator took you, even If you were often in the cave.
On the 5th month you passed out from an injury after saving Robin. Two-face flipped the coin and his bullet was aiming straight to Robin’s head but he was so small that when you ran in front of him it hit your abdomen. You woke up four hours later in the cave and Batman took his mask off and thanked you for saving his son. That night you found out all of their identities and that the elevator took you to Wayne Manor. Damian, Alfred, Bruce, Tim and Dick (who showed up to thank you as soon as he heard what you prevented from happening with his baby brother) all insisted that you spent the night in one of the guest rooms due to your recent injury.
It took a week of you trying to leave until you managed to. Everyone always found a way to convince you to stay. They were nice and It felt like a warm welcome into their group.
— Damian looks up to you. — Bruce calmly stated after stopping in front of you one day, a month after your recovery was complete and you were out and about at night again. After watching you sparing with Robin for an hour and a half, the opened case was officially forgotten on his ‘batcomputer’ behind him.
— Yeah, I can really feel him putting all his love on his tiny fists when he hits me and leave me bruised and sore for days. — You comment nonchalantly while taking a sip of water and glancing at the kid running towards the elevator. Your mentor snorted.
— He wants you to see him as someone on your level or above. To know that he is reliable and you can call for him when you need help. He did the same with everyone here. Chalenged them, I mean. — You open your mouth to respond but freeze and your arm instintively moves on its own to grip his wrist when he tries to touch your shoulder.
You both stare a each other frozen and in silence for a few seconds before you snap out of it and let go of his wrist.
— My bad.
His hand is still in the air and he slowly retreats It to his side while still analizing you.
— Are you scared of me? — You shake your head hurriedly.
— It was instinct. — You leave It at that.
You both spend a few moments just staring the other down until he clears his throat and step back.
— I’m on a case. You need to work on your detective skills more. Are you free now or are you going to your nest? — You felt deeply grateful for his change of subject and agreed.
You went to grab another seat but his long legs beat you to It, rolled the chair in the direction of the computer and gentlemanly gestured for you to seat down, pushing the chair forward to accommodate you when your tights touched the padding. You raised your eyebrows wearily after the whole interaction but didn't react more than that while he situated himself on his ‘batseat’ beside you.
After a few minutes you unconsciously relaxed your muscles and your conversation went on for hours. You were delightened by how easy It was to talk to him, the first time It didn't feel like an interaction between you that wasn't strictly mentor and apprentice, instead, It felt more like a friend giving you tips and you sucked up on all the knowledge and attention he provided you. He seemed in a good mood and even gave you his signature small smile and praised you a few times when you got something right.
At some point Alfred came down to provide you both with tea and snacks, he seemed to pause for a second while his eyes flew from you to Bruce, who was behind you since you turned around to acknouledge his entrance, covering most of his emotions towards the sight. He semeed kinda… Intrigued. Maybe surprised or awkward. You hacked your brain trying to understand but he turned around and left, Bruce was pushing your cup into your hands before you came to any conclusion.
— You like tea? — He questioned and the contrast between this question and the gory case you were discussing seconds before amused you.
— Uhh, I guess? — You brought the cup closer to your lips, copying his actions as he did the same while looking at you casually. — I like more coffee though, and Overkill was a coffee enthusiast so we drank a lot.— You scrunched your nose at the fleeting memory of your old mentor and the weird reminder that he had a human personality behind his usual strict behavior.
Bruce's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly for a second before the expression vanished. He never held back when it came to showing contempt towards anyone from his team’s past who was associated with crime.
— Were you close to him? — Suddenly he seemed more serious. You wondered if you were misreading the mood this whole time or were just doing it right now.
— Hmm… Not really… It's complicated… - You took another sip.
— I’m listening. — He seemed sincere. Apparently you were having a break from work.
— He wasn't all bad, I mean, he saved me, but… He still kept me around for all business… — Part of you felt like grieving for some reason. — I guess I ended up seeing him as as father figure, or I wanted to, but… — Bruce held himself not to tense. For the first time since the work talk stopped he took his eyes off of your face and looked at his cup. — He just… He knew how to keep his distance while still keeping me by his side 24/7. — He looked at you again, with a more neutral semblance than before. — At leash until I turned 18. He changed when I turned 18. — Bruce furrowed his eyebrows with concern. It was still odd to know someone cared about you.
— How so?
You cleared your throat. It was the first time you thought about the past since becoming a lonely wolf, or rather, you thought you were a lonely wolf, that changed when you realized you now had friends. Thinking about the past was pointless when you barely had something to be nostalgic about. You only had memories you desperately wanted to forget.
— Well… You know how his only weak spot are kids. When I hit 18, I stopped being a kid for him. I was finally too old to commit mistakes. I think he saw me as a possible threat and wanted to prevent me from becoming one by proving how much power he had over me. He was a boss for me just as much as any goom beneath him.
Bruce nodded thoughtfully. You didn't say more, afraid of delving too much on something you avoided to think about until your darkest nights.
Suddenly you felt your whole body tense when you felt his warm and big hand rest just above your knee and squeeze. You fixed your gaze on his hand but didn't move more than that. It felt strange, you weren't used to gentle touches and maybe there was something more, you Just didn't now what yet. It got worse when he kept his palm there and went further, rolling his thumb in circles around your clothed knee. The thick sweatpants fabric kept the barrier of intimacy up albeit the heat radiating off of him somehow challenged it. How can someone be so warm? You envied people who where always warm like that. You hated feeling cold — one of the reasons why you liked your suit so much.
— I’m sorry about that… — His voice mande your eyes snap to his again, he had a sincere expression. It was off putting and seemed out of character since he was always stoic, at least around you.
You bite your lip in a display of nervousness that escaped your usually well conceived emotions. Your heart beat faster when for a fleeting second he looked at your mouth and just as fast he was fixed on your eyes again. You didn't think the action had any hidden meaning, nor was it intentional, still, you felt the the need to run and hide.
— … Sure… — You moved to cross your legs, silently prompting him to finally take his hand off after lingering for too long. You looked back to the computer, determined to ignore what just happened and reflect on what it meant later. You missed his displeasement.
Bruce never expected himself to feel attracted to you. As he got older, the age range of the people he felt attracted to accompanied his age. He kept to himself and willed it away at first, but you were so… You.
You tried acting cold, kinda like him. But you needed him and strays always caught his attention. Unlike his kids he had a hunch that you wouldn't flourish by being independent and left on your own. You needed a keeper.
At first he felt like a creep every time your body caught his attention or he found himself staring at you for longer than intended. He was hyperaware everytime you two were close, wich usually was when sparring.
Bruce thought that taking you in as his protegee would satiate his need to take care of you and have you close, but after months of paying your bills and mentoring you, he realized his feelings for you were not platonic.
And it seemed like he was not the only one.
He knew the rest of the family noticed his “fleeting” touches that would linger on your shoulder, arms, back and knee. He retracted himself every time you showed clear disfomfort though, but you never outright rejected him.
His theory of his family's knowledge of his interest in you was confirmed one night when Nightwing stopped by to borrow some equipment and witnessed Batman closer than necessary to Silverclaw, while taking too much to inspect — with his eyes and his hands — your gloves that you were wearing and apparently had recently been upgraded.
— Hey, guys! — Dick’s hesitacion towards the scene grew but kept hidden when you both looked up at him surprised. Somehow he caught you both off guard even if the elevator was not that silent. Dick noted that Silverclaw seemed slightly wide-eyed, the only feature in your suit that was left exposed, along with your eyebrows, while Bruce, who wasn't wearing the cow, maintained a neutral expression, like he didn't have anything to hide. You both greeted him when surprise subsided and you took a step back from Bruce, like you just realized your proximity.
— Hmm… I should get going… Gonna meet Red Robin on the docks in a few. — Both men acknowledged your presence again and Dick saw your awkwardness, his parent seemed fine though.
Bruce nodded to you and you suddenly felt like a sidekick who had just gotten permission from Overkill to do something you were supposed to be doing with or without his approval, but needed to make sure your superior thought it to be appropriate for the mission. A soldier reporting to their captain. Like you never actually took a step forward and everything was the same. It made you feel small and hollow. Gave a bad taste to your mouth. It didn't feel good. But you ignored it because it was all in your head.
Before you could move, the oldest hand shot to your waist and squeezed briefly the soft flesh there as best as he could with the armor in the way. You felt your blood freeze and shivered.
— Be careful. We don't know what Killer Croc is doing there. And take care of Red Robin, he only had 10 hours of sleep in the last three days. — You meekly and wordlessly nodded and robotically left on your bike while feeling a pair of eyes scrutinizing your every move.
Dick cleared his throat, finally catching the Dark Knight’s attention for good.
— Dick. Do you need something? — Bruce turned to his work table and started tinkering with what apparently he was doing before you interrupted him earlier.
— I mean, just came to take a spare mask, I think the camera lenses on mine broke. But since I’m already here… — The younger alonged the last word while hopping to his father’s side. — B, can I talk to you about something? Don't be mad. — That made Bruce worried. Dick cringed at his own wording and the older male turned to him and crossed his arms.
— What happened? — Bruce demanded in a Batman’s voice.
— Nothing! Nothing. Sorry, my bad. What I meant was… Are you sure that's what you want? — At his dad’s confused furrowed eyebrows the hero explained. — (Y/N). I mean… They’re quite young, you know?! It's a lot of responsibility... I don't think they've ever dated anyone, even if they're between Jason and Tim’s age and Tim’s a whore… Too much of a slut for his own age, actually- Not the point. It's just, everyone noticed and have been commenting about it, but I don't think they noticed already. — Nightwing leaves it at that, hoping that his father understands what he was trying to say, desperately trying not to have to explain more and feel like he is teaching his own father the ‘puberty will make your body change’ and the ‘birds and bees’ talk, or ‘bats and wolves’ talk, in this case.
Bruce blinked.
— Are you trying to give me the sex talk? — And there goes all his hard work. — And stop swearing. — Dick groans and runs his hand through his face.
— Nooo, why do you make everything so difficult? It’s just… First of all, we trust you okay? It just feels weird when you start flirting with them, especially for the ones that live here. I mean, me and Jason still have nightmares and get the creeps when we remember the time when you used to date Selina. And Damian almost pukes every time Talia tries to rizz you up again. — Dick is careful to dance around the subject of your more than two decades age gap. — And, like I said, I don't think (Y/N) has much experience either. Maybe they don’t know what you're doing. Just… Go slow, okay?!
Bruce holds a huff for the sake of being stoic.
He already envisioned the possibility of you having none or little experience before, and you haven't done anything that told him otherwise yet. Deep down he is kinda… Turned on knowing he could be your first everything. Teach you just how he likes. Be the only one to ever know what you like. He's also happy that, by the way his son said it, it looks like everyone thinks you are both closer than you really are. More intimate, romantic. He and you are the only ones who know that you never had a conversation about the change in your dynamic, limits, future and general status. He thinks you are conflicted, and this conversation only encouraged him to either lay down the cards for you or catch you off guard and put you against the wall. Metaphorically.
And maybe literally.
He's also not going to think too deep in the warm feeling he feels when thinking about corrupting an innocent puppy who isn't even aware of his intentions.
A sheep in wolf's clothing.
— I know all about that, Dick. Don't worry, I'm being mindful of their timing.
— You should move to the manor.
Bruce's blurted out sentence caught you so off guard you choked on your rich people's food. You knew he was simmering something in his mind the whole morning.
He recently got you to work as his assistant in Wayne Enterprises. You felt he either pitied you for having been forced to drop school when you were 11 you couldn't find many options that allowed you to live a comfortable life — in the standards of an old money billionaire at least —, and your lack of education wasn't a problem to be solved fast. You just didn't know he wanted a solid excuse to be your sole provider forever and wanted you close to him all the time.
He also liked how you looked in formal attire. Developed a fantasy of bending you over the table and taking you from behind. Making you suck him off under the table. Then get on his knees and reciprocate the favor. Became obsessed with the sight of the first buttons of your shirt open, exposing your neck and collarbone. Was hooked on how it made your chest look. Was bent on making you lean forward to give him a flash of what's under your shirt.
He was never this perverted for anyone his whole life. You must be special.
The Wayne was unbothered with your choking while people on the other tables glanced your way, he simply chose to pat you on the back — and not take his hand off when you felt better, you still didn't know how to feel about the touchy nature he adopted when with you. He never hurt you, but was it really… Appropriate?
He is your mentor. He is a lot older. Your inner child cried for him to take you in as one more of his children, heal your daddy issues.
Another part of you, on the other hand, thought of you to be too old for him to simply claim you as his child — he took in his children who were close to your age when they were kids —. That part also told you you were undeserving of love, that everyone just wanted to take advantage of you, and that authority figures should shove it up their asses.
Your intrusive thoughts remarked that if he really wanted you sexually — obviously romantically was not an option. All you are is an object. —, well, he is very attractive. And even If you decide that you don't want him that way… You should just take It. He is above you. It's just how hierarchy works. He protects you. He takes care of you. You should be grateful and stay on his good side.
You internally shake your head. No. That's not how it works.
You took a sip of water.
— What are you talking about? Why? — You look at him, trying to understands where this is coming from. Sure, living alone was kinda lonely, but freeing, you didn't feel like you needed to seek anyone's approval or permission when you were alone. Besides, you were barely on your nest now that he got you this job anyway. And Damian seemed to like running off and sleeping in your place when he and Bruce were having their disaccords.
— Well, for one, it would give me peace of mind, it's safer with us. It would also make It easier for you, you wouldn't have to drive home alone at 3 a.m after patrols. — You raised an eyebrow at his current list of reasons. The 1st might be right. But the 2nd was like saying you were a civilian walking home after your shift at your civilian job. Not a vigilant, ex-criminal with 10 years of experience in hand-to-hand combat, maneuvering of weapons, who rides a motorcycle to a toptech safehouse while carrying a bat-utility belt and stainless steel claws. You kept your mouth shut when he seemed to have more reasons. — Damian would love to have you closer, the others too, but you know you are his second favorite. — Your heart felt warm at that. After learning the reason for the puppy’s bites, you couldn't help but see a bit of yourself in him, since you had similar backgrounds. You tried to subtly give him a safe space so he wouldn't turn out to be like you. You didn't want that for anyone. Especially a kid. — And also… I want you closer.
You took a deep breath while nodding slowly and trying not to react. Looks like it's time to acknowledge the elephant in the room. Suddenly his hand on your back felt heavier and burning hot.
— Why? — Your tone and steely expression made it clear you demanded a clear and honest answer from him. One he didn't hesitate to give you.
Faking a confused expression, he tilted his head slightly to the side.
— What do you mean why? I want you (Y/N). — Your blood froze. — I think it's been very clear that I’m in love with you. — You felt like you received a punch to the gut. — I… Thought you felt the same… — No, he didn't.
You didn't know what to say.
Bruce slowly retracted his hand away from you, but you stopped him midair by grabbing it. He knew it was time to take the next step.
You didn't even know why you did that. Do you feel the same for him?
— I… I… — Your mouth was opening and closing like a fish. He nodded understandably.
— It’s okay. You need time to think. My offer still stands. Even if you don't feel the same… I Just care about you above anything, okay? — You reluctantly nodded, staring at him almost dumbfounded. He smiled lightly to show he was still in good spirits.
After a moment of pondering he bit his lower lip, took his hand closer to your face and caressed your cheek, eyes stuck on his face, mesmerized. You were surprised someone as generous and rightful as him could look at you like that. Admirating you like you weren't tainted.
He even gave you a choice! And told you he cared about you! No matter if you feel the same!
He would certainly be a good man to love.
— Say ‘thank you’ to (Y/N), Damian.
— TT. Thank you, (L/N). — The little green-eyed puppy was looking from you to his present repeatedly. Months prior, when Batman first took you in, before you even had the bat insignia on your shoulder, you caught Robin sitting on a roof reading Death Note on his phone. You didn't know what it was and he pretended to be annoyed with your interruption while explaining it. Now, he is completing 14 and you bought him the whole set of volumes. You wanted him to know that you paid attention and cared about him. You wished someone did that when you were his age. Overkill didn't want to hear about wolves or about the cool new things you were seeing for the first time on your trips together.
You smiled.
— You’re welcome, pups. — Damian let out a ‘TT’ again and turned around to run to his friend Jon. You could almost see their wagging tails while they excitedly talked about his present. Bruce's hand running in circles in the small of your back snapped you out of it and you straightened your posture from the bent position you took to talk to the little one.
It was two weeks prior that he asked you to live with them. You accepted and moved a week ago. It was slightly disappointing to know you wouldn't gain a father out of him, but a least his confession made it easier to understand your feelings. You haven’t outright told him that you wanted him like a man, you were testing things out. In the end, you were both adults and at some point you had to learn to trust someone. When looking at Damian you knew you didn't want your whole life to be defined by the abuses of two men. And when you agreed to his offer he seemed to see it as a consent to up his seduction.
His touch was still strange. You learned to like the feel of it, and you were getting used to it, soon It wouldn't be so foreign. You just started realizing how touchstarved you were and were just starting to crave it. Initiating it was still a distant concept, though, you had a — strongly equivocate — hunch that he wouldn't like it, that you would do something wrong in the simplest attempt of hugging him, holding his hand or touching his arm, that your touch wouldn't feel as delicate and tingly as his was, and you would make a fool of yourself. At least when you patted Ace, Titus, Alfred the cat and Batcow they seemed happy.
The others seemed to take well to seeing your interaction together — you didn't know they already knew where this was going way before yourself —. Sure, Jason called him a cradle robber but the ex-Robin always found an excuse to offend him. Everyone laughed at his comment, Dick and Alfred lightly reprimanded him (the former way more amused the latter). Bruce didn't react. You felt rotten. And when Jason later said something like “now Bruce, go play with your puppy and let us handle things” during a briefing, you knew it wasn't an offense — at least, not towards you. Plus, he called you a puppy before to tease you even if you were a year younger than him. — but it stuck in your head and you took the first opportunity to escape Batman’s hand on your tight and lock yourself in a bathroom to take a breath.
— I will transfer the money to your account. — Your head snapped towards Bruce and you exclaimed a genuine and loud ‘What?’, but everyone around you was also being way too loud for anyone to pay attention to you. Bruce hummed. — The set. It must’ve been expensive, I will give you the money back. — You shook your head.
— No, Bruce, It was a present. — Just the idea of it was absurd. What an odd man.
— Well, not to me, right?! So I can do It. — You scoffed at his logic. — Actually you could have told me before you were buying it and I would have given you my card. — He blinked. — That reminds me… — He took your hand and gently guided you out of the living room where the party was situated. No one batted an eye.
Damian had scoffed at the childish idea of a birthday party, but you could see right through him better than anyone.
You looked around confused as he guided you through the corridors and then up the stairs. The loud voices getting distant made the rest of the mansion feel eerily empty.
— Where are we going? — He glanced back at you and then ahead again, before briefly squeezing your hand.
— To my study. I have something for you there.
His response didn't satisfy all your curiosity but you knew he wouldn't give you more than that.
When you got there he opened the door for you and encouraged you to enter first with a hand on your lower back, then he shut the door closed and guided you to stand in front of his table. He walked around, opened a cabinet, took ou an envelope and came back to your side. The older male extended the envelope at you, who took it with suspicion after a moment of hesitation.
You forced yourself to not look up while you analyzed the envelope and opened it, ignoring both of his warm and gigantic hands that he positioned on your waist and squeezed — he liked squeezing you a lot, you noticed. — while he lightly reclined himself to sit on top of the table, in front of you, most of his weight being distributed to his long and meaty legs that were also on each side of you. He even pulled you closer and even if there was still space between your bodies, you were close enough to feel his heat.
You looked at the content inside the paper and froze. Such reaction could have come either from the sight of a black card with your name on it or because he chose that moment to sneak his hands under your shirt and caress your bare waist slowly with his calloused fingertips.
— No. — You slapped the card and paper against his chest. The bastard didn't react.
— Yes.
— No!
— Yes.
— I can't take it! — You kicked the ground stubbornly. He still didn't move, stubbornly.
— Why not? — You raised both eyebrows.
— Bruce, are you kidding me? That thing is limitless.
— Your point being? — You blinked several times.
— Wow… I knew you were one of those rich eccentric guys, but putting on a batsuit… — You refused to call it a costume and imply that you also wore a costume and were technically a furry. You learned that word from Tim. — … And beating up criminals is one thing. Going around distributing limitless cards to all your friends is simply insane! — One side of his mouth tilted up in what you quietly admitted was a sexy smark.
— Actually if I wanted to do that I could. But you are not a friend. You are part of the family. And my girlfriend. — And mine. His tongue craved to utter.
That easily silenced you. You didn't know how to react to that. You hacked your brain for any moment were you told him something in that connotation. You didn't find it. But well, couldn't blame the guy, he did told you he wanted you and you didn't stop his moves.
You cleared your throat, trying to hide your shock. He didn't seem surprised by your reaction.
It was another thing that being with them changed in you. You don't control your emotions 24/7 anymore, only when you are out and about as Silverclaw. In the past it was second nature, but feeling happiness was so new to you that you weren't used to trying to hide it yet. Nor wanted to. And you slowly gave yourself permission to be free and express most of what you felt. Not everything, you were still surrounded by a very odd-cryptic-strategizing-hyperanalyser-micro-expressions-reader-and-weird-with-emotions group of people. But you felt no one was really going to judge you if you chose to be free.
— I-I… Yeah… Yeah, okay. You are right. — You meekly accepted his statement. If he said it was true, then it was true. You would follow his lead. You are way too loyal and he knows that. You both wondered what was your limit. You were afraid of what would happen when that limit came. Would you just keep going just to make him happy? He hoped you did.
Actually, he might test some of those limits right now.
He carefully took the card and envelope from your hand and set it on the table behind him, you just rested your palms against his chest. Baby steps for you. Bruce wished that baby was a speedster.
You stuttered when he brought you closer, leaned forward and started tracing a random path of kisses on the skin of your neck. You allowed his sucking and laping of your skin for a few minutes and even tried running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head. His hands started roaming.
When his right squeezed the left cheek of your ass though, you gave a slight jump. It felt very sudden and activated your fight or flight instinct.
— W-We should go back downstairs. — You blurted out. Bruce just hummed in response, the vibration tickling your neck and ear. Aside from that he didn't stop his ministrations and that made you feel worse. Maybe you were the problem? Were you not clear enough? Shouldn't you endure more? For you? For him? He was used to people going a lot further with him, and here you were, trying to force him to stop just when he tried to spice things up with you. For fuck’s sake, you haven't even kissed him yet!
You bit your lip and willed your muscles to relax. Maybe all you need to do is endure a little bit more and you will get used to it. Until now that seemed to be the pattern.
Ignoring your pounding heart, you closed your eyes and just tried to enjoy it. You thought it was working until suddenly he stopped, and before you could open your eyes, stole a kiss from you.
It didn't grow to more than a half-second peck because your instincts to run took over your body and you jumped away from him, your hands extended in front of your body like you were dealing with a wild animal.
You just stared at each other with almost wide eyes for a few seconds, before the older male sighed, looked down and pressed the bridge of his nose with his pointer and thumb. Oh no. He wasn't happy. You shouldn't have done that. You fucked up.
— I’m sorry. — Bruce looked stressed when he rubbed his hand around his face, then brought it up to push his perfectly styled hair back. You shook your head like a scared kid. He finally looked up at you. — I’m sorry. I shouldn't have done that.
— No, no, it’s okay, I… Liked it. — You almost whispered in a meek voice. — Was just surprised. — Bruce nodded. He was unhappy with himself that he got carried away and almost fucked things up with you. But his infatuation made him lose train of thought sometimes. Yes. He wants to do bad things to you, corrupt you, desperately. But he doesn't want you trying to run away from him just yet, if ever.
You slowly made your way towards him again, your arms around your body, trying to bring yourself comfort. You wanted him to hug you and comfort you the same way, but you didn't know if he would do that, and if he did touch you again, would it really make you feel better?
It felt wrong. You just now had asked for him to stop completely, or at least give you a break, and he blatantly ignored it. Made you feel invisible, insignifcant, desperate enough to run. And here you were, seeking for a signal that he wouldn't give up on you just yet.
— Did… Did you know I never had a birthday party? — You forced yourself not to vacillate and put your hands on his shoulders.
— Hmm? — He gazed at you curiously but didn't touch you yet. It made you feel anxious and you forced yourself to take another step closer. Now you were just as close as you were before.
— I never had a birthday party. And last time I was invited to one I was 10. I didn't get to go though, it was my best friend's party, but my father was in a bad mood, so my mom said it was better not to do anything that could set him off. So I stayed home. — You felt his fingertips caressing tracing both of your tights carefully, it could almost be an unconscious move by how intensely concentrated he seemed with your story. — Next day, at school, everyone was talking about how fun, cool and amazing it was. I felt jealous and said I would have the best birthday party ever when I hit 11. I didn't. And no one remembered my promise. — He nodded slowly, his eyebrows furrowed with what was probably sympathy at you and anger at you father. At least that's how you felt. Sad for the younger you and hatred towards your father. — If you could… — You elongated your sentence, trying to hint your request for him, and he cut you off just like you wanted, expressing what was on his mind.
— What's your favorite cake flavor?
The gala ended just about an hour ago but you were both already in bed. Domesticity came easy when living together and even when you had your own room — much to his dismay. — Bruce quickly worked on getting you used to him enough to lay down beside him. And right now he was very grateful that you didn't have socials or else his plans for the night would’ve been interrupted by your discomfort about being called ‘Bruce Wayne’s controversially young new sweetheart’ and comments about his playboy mask.
He was getting impatient but Bruce knew that all good things come slowly, he took the night off to focus only on his goal.
You were laid down on your bed, in your own room and he was beside you, facing you, while you both talked, held hands and occasionally exchanged chaste kisses. It was cute, and innocent, but his balls had been blue since the party three weeks ago.
It was fine when his right hand let go of your left, his arm being thrown around your waist to accommodate the position, and placed on your middle. He kept running his hand around your upper body slowly and you swayed closer to him. At this point the only sounds in the room came from kisses and the friction of skin against fabric.
When Bruce angled himself and pushed in your direction until he was on top of you, It was still okay. What made you startled and nervous was when he pressed his hips down and you felt his hard cock against your thigh — the back of your mind screamed about how big he was and how it wouldn't fit when the time comes.
— Hmm… Bruce? — You felt a little antsy, but you thought he would understand what you were trying to say. Didn't seem like the case, since he kept kissing you to silence you. You felt suffocated and that prompted you to push his chest weekly. Maybe you needed to give a clearer signal.
Bruce stared at you from above for a second before closing his eyes and sighing.
His reaction shocked you and you didn't move when he got off and plopped down beside you again, this time putting more distance between your bodies and facing the ceiling. He draped his arm over his face and took a deep breath.
You sheepishly tilted to your side and went closer to him, his possible annoyance towards you made you more reluctant to touch him, but you did it anyway, trying to appease him.
— Bruce…
— What is it? — He finally looked at you. He was not happy. — You don't trust me yet? — His furrowed brows, grave voice and held back tone intimidated you slightly, it just caused more worry.
— N-No, it's not that… — Bruce thought it was better to turn down a notch on his acting if he wanted to have his way with you tonight.
He nodded, relaxed his muscles and turned his body in your direction again. He draped his arm around your waist and started trailing slow kisses down your neck to calm you down.
— I know. I know, puppy. — He uttered carefully and nodded reassuringly. — It's not your fault. I'm just a little… Frustrated, is all. — Your brows cinched.
— Frustrated with… Me? — Your heart ached at the thought. It was hard hearing him, and just as hard saying it out loud. Bruce shook his head.
— I just don't understand. I’ve been taking care of you for so long, been waiting for you, doing so much for you. But it's like you are still guarding yourself from me… I love you, pup, you are everything to me and I desire you. Wanna make you feel good. But, sometimes, you make me feel like… Like you don't feel the same… — You heart fell and you felt an urge to fix your mistakes.
— But I-I do! I just… — A sigh and then a deep breath. — … How can I do better? — You said meekly.
Bruce held back a smirk, you were smart even if insecure, and preening would give off his lewd plotting.
The dark knight pretended to contemplate for a brief moment as if he didn't plan every step beforehand.
— … We don't have to go all the way now, you could just… You could let me finger you? — Half of you felt relieved, the other, the one that just wanted to keep him happy, felt nervous but determined.
Your inexperienced and people pleaser mind couldn't comprehend how him doing things to you could also be considered him taking advantage of you. That was one of your biggest nightmares and paranoia. Growing up you were always afraid that your ex-mentor would assault you, or allow one of his employers and colleagues to hurt you just because they asked or paid for some fun with the young pretty thing. Especially after you weren't underage anymore, since he only seemed to have a soft spot for them. It somehow, thankfully, never happened, only impure comments were made and he cut them off every time until you were 18, after that you were left on your own and if you didn't do anything he saw it as you wanting it to happen since he trained you more than enough to protect yourself and show authority with others that were not him.
If Bruce wanted to pleasure you and not himself… Then he was really selfless and only wanted to help you with your little problem. He's been taking such good care of you for so long, there’s no reason to believe he won't do the same now.
So you nodded, shaken.
You let him maneuver you how he wanted and ended up the same way your making out session started, you on your back and the older man facing your direction. You watched closely and willing your heart to stop pounding as he undressed your legs and hips from your pants and underwear. It was awkward feeling so exposed, especially when he sneaked his arm between your legs and started fondling your dry center.
— Relax… Deep breaths… Just close your eyes and enjoy it… — His grave and husky voice whispers in your ear before teeth start nibbling on it, your whole body shivered and you did as he instructed, not sure if it was working until his friction felt less burning and waves of pleasure started rolling through you. You were right, he always wanted what's good for you, you reassured yourself and felt a little comforted, even if your heart was still pounding.
You let out a surprised gasp and your eyes shot open when you heard a loud wet squelch, the first thing you saw thing you saw were the movements of his wrist, the second, his face, eyes dead set on observing you, and he chuckled at your reaction.
— See? No reason to worry… — And worry you did not. You knew this short period of nervousness and those guilty feelings you were experiencing would be worth it in the future. And Bruce knew the risks he took and manipulation were proving their value right now.
He changes his up and down movements to circles and you let out a sound that you never heard coming out of your own mouth. Your eyes fluttered close automatically and your hand shot to grip his shirt with an unconscious amount of force.
— I-I like this better… — Bruce hummed and resumed working his mouth from your ear, to neck and collarbone.
His hand moves were slow and deliberate, but stable. The older man angles his body in an upper position so he could easily use his left hand to pull your shirt up slowly until your chest and pouting nipples were exposed. Lost in arousal and pleasure and thrusting he knew what he was doing you didn't bat an eye towards his actions.
You moaned louder when you felt his soft chapped lips close around your nipple and wet warm tongue playing with the sensitive bud. Bruce felt your lower lips getting wetter and used that to his advantage to intrude the squelching hole between your legs with his fingers curved upwards, his thumb expertly still running circles around your clit.
You gasped and both your hands shot to grab the bed comforter under you. It was the first time someone touched you like that and it was a while since you played with your bud yourself, so before you knew it, your pussy was squeezing and milking his fingers in the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had and this time the man couldn’t stop his grin from taking over his face.
Poly DabiHawks/Reader where Dabi and Reader are villains and dating each other and they're steadily corrupting Hawks as they draw him into their relationship. Hawks is strangely innocent in a lot of ways after being raised to be a perfect dog hero for the Commission, and he's so eager to please.
Dabi doesn't trust Hawks at all but Reader's a little less cautious and is very much the driving force in the formation of this throuple.
Warnings: Canon Violence, Canon Gore, Mentions of Character death
Summary: Bob's just trying to pay his found family luck forward, but it doesn't go very well for him.
A/N: I decided to add both of these requests together! hope you both enjoy!
“Thunderbolts, headcount, shell count!” Bucky shouted as the team regrouped back-to-back, preparing themselves for the next wave.
“What are those things?!” John shouted as he reloaded his gun and stretched his shield arm.
“There were so many of them, whatever they were,” Ava panted as she recovered. “Where are they coming from?”
“I think asking why they stopped might be a better question,” Alexi said as he looked around to see if there was anything more than a pile of sticks and branches.
“My question is where is Bob?” Yelena asked as she did a full spin, looking for her friend.
“What?!” Bucky asked, looking where she looked. None of the team saw him.
“Next wave!” John called as the sticks and branches started to pile together and take monstrous shape.
“What the hell happened?” You groaned as pain bloomed in your stomach.
“Slow down,” Bob said as he rushed to your side pressing gently against the bandages that he had quickly covered you with. “You took some shrapnel. Wrong place wrong time, I guess.” He shrugged with a nervous chuckle. There were loud noises as a fight nearby started to gain intensity. You felt the searing pain of the metal in your side and how the man next to you had wrapped it to minimize its movement.
“Who are you?” you asked trying to figure out where the twig amalgamations that had been surrounding you were.
“I’m Bob,” he said with a gentle smile. “My friends are outside keeping us safe from those monsters that were attacking the city.”
“Your friends? The new Avengers?” You clarified. You were certain that those superhero wannabes didn’t know who you were, but you knew who they were.
“Yeah,” he said darkly. You had tried to keep any malice out of your tone with your question but based on his response you had failed. “I tried to get you away from the fight, but with the way those hordes of sticks kept piling up, I don’t think anyone is getting to us for a while.” You caught yourself starting to look down at where his hands were still touching you.
“Are you an Avenger?” You asked, testing out the waters. Bob didn’t seem like a threat, but you knew appearances could be deceptive.
“Not really,” Bob muttered almost hiding behind his hair. “They were there when I needed them though, so I thought I could pass that along.” You hadn’t anticipated the way he looked at you when he spoke. The kindness and sadness behind his eyes almost hurt you. “Why were you in the city?” He asked, apparently trying to change the subject.
“Trying to get justice for my little sister,” you said clearing your throat and brushing a stray tear before it could escape.
“What happened?” He asked quietly. He pulled his hands away from your wound and sat back against the wall behind him.
“She was killed, and the people that were nearby did nothing but promote themselves on YouTube.” Your voice shook with rage slightly as you kept a tight leash on your emotions. The stick monsters always got worse when you lost control.
“I’m sorry.” He was so earnest you almost believed him. “That’s not the way it should be. People should try to do good and help people that can’t help themselves.”
You snapped your walls back into place and secured your anger. Bob’s sincerity and naïve outlook on the world was getting to you. You couldn’t let go of your tight-lidded rage.
“I need to get out of here,” you huffed knowing that the Avengers would continue to destroy your match-stick army. You would need to get to them if you wanted to hurt them.
“It’s not safe out there,” Bob said seriously. He seemed to notice the way that your posture shifted. “Just stay here with me until my friends get back.”
“I can’t,” You shuddered. “You make me feel safe.” Tears were starting to slide down your cheeks. “That’s terrifying.” You shook your head refusing to look at the man next to you. The man who had pulled you away from the fight and gotten you safe without knowing anything about you. Without knowing that you were the reason that his friends were out there fighting right now.
“What? Why?” He asked. The hurt in his voice was going to break your heart. “I’ll keep you safe.”
“You can’t,” You whispered, laughing manically. “I’m going to hurt you.” You looked at him now for the first time since your revelation. “I’m going to destroy the Avengers. Their stupid press tour? Everyone was so busy trying to get closer to them. Trying to get their viral video of the new team,” You sneered. “My sister was crossing the street, safely, following traffic instructions, in a crosswalk. Someone hit her. They didn’t even stop cause they were trying to get a video of the US Agent's new shield.”
You refused to let a small piece of metal keep you down.
“No don’t!” Bob cried out as you yanked the bandage and shrapnel from your side with a curse.
“Lena! We need to fall back!” Alexi called. You and Bob could both hear him as he shouted from a small distance. “Bob will be fine, he’s somewhere safe.”
“Bob!” Yelena shouted desperately.
“Come with me. My friends will help you!” Bob said trying to reason with you.
“I’m sorry you got mixed up in this Bob,” you said truthfully. You lifted your arms, willing your monstrosities to come in stronger force to where you were.
“Fuck!” Yelena shouted as she came running into you and Bob’s hiding place, the twig creatures on her trail. She could see the power you held over your minions and lifted her firearm.
“No, Yelena, wait!” Bob shouted, but he was too late, as Yelena squeezed off three rapid shots at you. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, c’mere,” Bob muttered as he cradled your head in his lap. “I’m going to keep you safe,” he said. You laughed, choking on your own blood slightly. Even after you had threatened him and hurt his friends, he was making a promise to keep you safe. Maybe you were wrong about who the real villain was.
“Oh god,” You groaned. “I’m so sorry,” you sobbed, as Bob brushed your hair out of your face. “It’ll be over soon, I promise. They don’t last long after I pass out. I’m sorry, Bob.”
Blackness enveloped you, the only warmth you could feel coming from Bob as his hands held you and caressed your cheek.
Every part of your body felt heavy as you felt cold metal around your wrist and a soft bed underneath you. Someone was standing over you fluffing your pillow, you realized dully.
“Bob, you can’t keep every puppy you find,” John said coldly. “She tried to kill us, she threatened to hurt you.”
“She lost her sister to a hit and run because someone was trying to get a picture of you,” Bob said brushing off the comment. “Besides, I’m not going to keep her, I’m just going to help her get closure.”
“Not everyone gets closure,” Yelena said softly reaching out to squeeze Bob’s arm. “But we can try.” She said kindly.
Since many are looking for ideas to write for the Leon Kennedy × (male or gn) reader, I haven't see yet any fics with a villain reader or oc, there are ones with the actual villains of the RE9, but if anyone feel inclined to explore their evil and schemer side.... some of the villains in the franchise are more camp, theatrical or snarky, but they still feel more grounded and serious that a Disney villain, for example. I would love to write a fic with a male villain oc with a Hades (disney)-like personality, but that will have to wait 'til I finish the semester, so I will let the idea here to anyone who would like to explore it with their own twists.
