Where all the dominant y/n fics???? I'm tired of not f*cking back, being weak, being a "good girl" and "a pretty princess". Sure, that's all fine and dandy and hot and stuff. But where are the dominant y/n fics? Reader on top, choking him, making him whimper and cry out? Let me call him "my sweet boy". Where's the variation in kinks? C'mon now, I wanna be strong, too.
who fucking litters. why do i ever see litter. who thinks that’s okay. who. who NEEDS to throw their fast food bag out the fucking window instead of waiting until they get somewhere with a trashcan. what kinda clown behavior. get fucked.
in which. ᖭི༏ᖫྀ you didn’t know if you should thank your friend for convincing you to pen pal a criminal… or hate her.
which. ᖭི༏ᖫྀ dark content, mentions of murder, daddy kink, mommy kink, choso is a federal criminal, whipped asf over reader, dirty talk, yandere!choso, reader loves his craziness, possessiveness, obsession, recording, stalker!choso, usage of drugs, sub!reader, breaking and entering, choking, spitting, pussydrunk!choso, he kisses&sucks ur feet lol, dark!choso, breeding kink, pet names, swearing, freaked out, and etc!
authors note. ᖭི༏ᖫྀ part of my dom!choso collection & kinktober 2025. yes this did take me 9 months to finish.. mind ur business. based on the song forever by danger incorporated. i had to make choso crazy in this, lol. he will most certainly not be a sub bitch that much and if this triggers you in any way pls go ahead and exit out <3 nobody is forcing you to read! not proofread either.
“im telling you girl,” utahime giggled, eyes glued to her phone with a smile. “you have to try this pen pal app, i just met this really cute dude. white hair, blue eyes.. so dreamy.”
you shook your head watching your friend daydream about the mysterious man. utahime wouldn’t stop talking about him since the day she met him, you couldn’t help but to wonder was he really even all that?
“i dunno hime.. seems pretty shady to me. they’re criminals for a reason.” you constantly had to remind her that these weren’t just ordinary people. they were killers, robbers, and sometimes even worse. “we shouldn’t mess around with stuff like this.”
utahime did nothing but wave you off, as always your words went in one ear and out the other. “hey, just try it. you can’t knock it until you do.”
and as much as you hated to admit it, her words echoed in your head later that night. she made a great point.. you can’t knock it ‘til you try it.
warm sweat from your palms coated your phone as you texted utahime for the website link. you had no clue how the whole pen pal thing worked and you surely weren’t expecting to ever figure it out, but now you were filled with curiosity.
that’s why when utahime sent you the link you wasted no time signing up, putting your best picture on display. you scrolled around the site, getting a good look at some of your options. nearly all of them looked down right deranged, but what did you expect?
“yeah, hell no.” you shook your head, part of you felt so stupid for this. something you’d always told utahime not to do you were now doing yourself.. how does that work?
your conscious almost got the best of you.. you almost closed out of the app entirely, ready to put a rest to this incredibly bad decision before it got bad.
but at the very bottom of the page— someone caught your eye. which was probably the worse case scenario because the inmates at the very bottom were the most dangerous. the website, and utahime herself had warned you of that.
you still remember the girls words, it was the one time she was flat out serious, a slight edge to her voice. “y/n whatever you do.. just don’t message anyone on the very last pages. those are the people you should really be scared of..”
you bit the inside of your cheek in contemplation. if utahime and the app warned you, should you really even be thinking about this?
one last glance at the inmate had you already coming to a decision. those dark eyes that were void of any light, his dead expression somehow fitting his face perfectly. the man didn’t look crazy, he just looked tired— like he’d seen way too much for one lifetime.
if you had to sum up how the picture made you feel, you’d say it was almost felt as if he was staring at you himself and not just through a picture.
alias: c. real name: choso kamo. age: twenty-six.
your nails found their way to your mouth as you slightly bit at the skin out of anxiety. “you know what, fuck it. what’s the worst that could happen?”
you made sure to quickly add him before you lost your boldness. thankfully your nerves had calmed down since you expected it to take about a day or two for an add back, that’s around the time utahime said it usually takes.
but what you were not expecting was for the criminal to both add you back— and text you, within the blink of an eye.
new message incoming!
choso: what are u doing up this late?
sent at 11:34 PM
you: uhh it’s not that late LOL. do they not give u a time limit on devices in there?
choso: nah they do but i have ways of getting what i want
you: i can’t tell if that’s a good thing or bad thing
choso: you’ll find out soon, but message me more tomorrow. u should get to sleep alright?
seen at 11:45 PM
you turned your phone off with a heavy sigh, that actually wasn’t as scary as you’d thought it would be. choso seemed normal pretty much? maybe a little dry, but nothing too out of the ordinary.
did the app make some kind of mistake putting him on the bottom page?
—
“you’ve been giggling at your phone quite a lot recently.. now you see why pen pal is so addicting?” utahime asked, locking her arm in yours.
it’s been around 6 months since you met your pen pal, choso. and ever since it’s been non-stop texting, you even found yourself staying up past the time you usually do— just to talk to him longer.
“fine hime.. you were right,” you sung out with a small smile, you knew that’s what she wanted to hear. after all those times you scolded her for it, and now here you were doing the same thing.
“hmph i know! you can thank me later, but right now i reallyyy need you to go to this party with me.”
a party? utahime knew you didn’t do parties, they’re childish and stupid— sometimes even dangerous. “you know how i feel about parties hime,”
“i know i know. but i figured if you stepped outside of the box for that pen pal thing, then you would for this too?”
again, she had a point. people always complained about how up-tight you were, throwing out the idea that you didn’t know how to have any fun. ever since then you started to believe it yourself, and fed into the false role for years.
but you don’t want to be that girl anymore. you want to have fun, and like utahime said, why not step outside of the box for this too?
“y’know you’re actually right..” you started off, a small smile forming on your lips. “i think i might just go to that party with you..”
your best friend’s face lit up so much you thought she was seeing things. “wait really? oh hell yes, i’ve been waiting for this!” loud claps filled the air, her enthusiasm always brightened your mood.
“im gonna get out of your hairs now, but get ready right now. ill be back later to pick you up, kay?” you gave her a soft hum before she rushed out of the door, not wasting anytime.
spam notifications from your phone snapped you out of your thoughts. who could be texting you that- fuck. you were so busy with utahime that you forgot all about choso, who knows how long you’d left him on delivered for.
new messages incoming!
choso: what’s up pretty girl, how’d u sleep?
sent at 10:23 AM
choso: where are u at? cmere now i miss u
sent at 12:34 PM
choso: ah i see, ur gonna ignore me now??
sent at 2:00 PM
choso: k bet i got something for u
sent at 9:45 PM
you tried to ignore the uneasiness that his last message brought upon you. what did he mean ‘he’s got something for you’? it sounded like a threat, and deep down you knew it was. but something in you kept telling you that choso wouldn’t dare, he’d never do anything like that.
you: hi cho! im sorry for the late response ive been busy all day, but i missed you :)
message not delivered.
you: uh? did you unfriend me or is my phone just glitching..?
message not delivered.
is he fucking serious— he unfriended you just because you didn’t text back for a couple hours?
you’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt you. maybe it was just your attachment issues— but you grew really close to choso within the past few months. it wasn’t easy to picture him out of your life after he’d been apart of it for this long.
“it is what it is i guess.. ill take that L.” you sighed, shrugging your shoulders as you tried to just focus on the party going on later tonight. your outfit was still undecided, and you had no clue what to do with your hair.
though you were still pretty upset about it, you swore this wouldn’t ruin your mood tonight— you wouldn’t let it.
—
“holy fuck we look good!” utahime exclaimed, swaying her body to the music. the two of you had been at the party for a couple hours now, and you were actually having fun.
the only thing that made you feel a bit uncomfortable was the constant feeling of being watched, but hey it is a party filled with people. things like that were bound to happen, so you forced yourself to get over it.
“we really do,” you agreed with a small smile. “i still can’t believe we got so many numbers?” from the moment you two stepped in, men and women were on you like fly’s. it was kind of hard to believe they found you that approachable, you were flattered to say the least.
“shit i can believe it. we look stunning tonight, especially you.” utahime’s voice perked up. you knew she was proud at how much you’ve come out of your shell in these last few months. “you got this glow to you. you look a lot.. happier.”
you sadly smiled at her words, knowing it was the truth. you weren’t sure how long that glow would stay now that you’d lost a big piece of what contributed to that happiness.
“thanks so much, hime. i wouldn’t be here without you seriously.” a small sigh fell from your lips. you still stood firmly on what you said before, you would not let choso ruin this night for you.
utahime threw you a smile as she told you to stop thanking her, but you couldn’t help it. if it weren’t for her you’d still be cooped up in your house reliving every day the same exact way.
“come, let’s danceee!” she giggled before grabbing your hand, practically dragging you to the dance floor. the smile on your face was genuine and you found yourself letting loose.
your hips slowly swayed to the bass of the music, running your hands through your soft locks. the dress you wore outlined your curves in all the right places, and everyone around you noticed it.
it wasn’t long before you had a line of guys behind you practically desperate to get even the slightest sniff of your scent. you were flattered to say the least, so flattered you pulled one of them right toward you.
your hand grabbed his arm, wrapping it around your waist as his chest was hard against your back. “try to keep up okay?” you teased him slightly by rubbing against his bulge.
“uh yes ma’am!” the blush on his face only made you more motivated— dances getting more explicit by the second. this was way too much fun, you almost couldn’t believe there was a time you would’ve said no.
as the night grew on you’d danced with multiple guys, but for some reason you felt uneasy the whole time. you couldn’t put your finger on it, but instincts almost never lie.. it’s scientifically proven. you swore you felt eyes glaring daggers into your frame, examining your every blink and step. yet you went on like it was nothing.
looking back on it.. that was pretty fucking stupid.
—
you were quick to kick your heels off, tossing your purse somewhere random. the only thing you could think about was how good you were going to sleep after this, tonight was fun but so tiring.
that’s probably why didn’t notice the dark-ominous presence in your living room, or the tall shadow lurking behind the hallway like a statue.
you blew off the eeriness vibe again— figuring you must’ve just been too tired to think straight. until you heard a creak that was a little too loud to be nothing, causing you to freeze up for just the slightest second. you’d spent this whole night ignoring your intuition..
should you really be doing it again?
you decided that you shouldn’t. in one quick motion you inched closer toward the door— snapping on the light in the process.
that one switch revealed all. within the blink of an eye the figure was right in front of your face, inches away and practically breathing down your neck.
he examined you with dead eyes, a look of boredom glued on his face by nature. the blood curling scream that fell from your lips was immediately stopped, he’d pinched your lips shut with a disturbing ease. “w..what the fu-”
“don’t be scared baby, y’know who i am. you had fun ignorin’ me?” the familiar voice came out low when he interrupted, the deep bass of it was terrifying but weirdly soothing to your ears.
in one swift motion his hand snuck around your waist, tightly pushing your body against his. his eyes felt like they were boringly examining your entire soul, for a minute you doubted he was human.
it took one glance at his luscious dark hair that tried to hide behind his man bun. and his gorgeous blood mark that he’d tell you more about later— for you to realize he wasn’t wrong. you knew all too well who this was.
your jaw practically dropped on its own, a look of confusion carried along with it, “but i don’t understand.. how are you out? and how did you get my address?”
the low chuckle that slipped past his throat was hot, you couldn’t ignore the aching it triggered between your legs. the sexy sound matched the even sexier grin he wore on his face, fuck he’s driving you crazy already.
“good behavior, and it wasn’t that hard,” choso shrugged with that half grin that made you so weak in the knees. he was much more handsome in person— that picture did him no justice at all.
and it looked like he’d added onto his tattoo collection since being a free man. not to mention all the piercings that looked so red and fresh. you wondered, just how long had he been out and roaming around? how long had he been planning this?
your hand involuntarily reached toward his cheek as you caressed it gently. part of you wanted to make sure this was real- and the other part just wanted to feel him, he’s a lot softer than you assumed he’d be..
“you had a time tonight? letting all those dudes touch what’s fuckin’ mine.” he growled, gripping your waist even tighter and forcing his head into your neck. only then could you really sense his seething anger.
your hands moved to his chest before giving him this look that he couldn’t quite decipher, “hey calm down.. how do you even know about that?” it shouldn’t have been a surprise at this point, he’d already found your address and broke in.. who knows what else he was capable of.
the dark haired man wrapped his free hand around your neck as the other stayed planted on your waist. “there’s nothin’ you do that i won’t see alright? remember that from now on, cause i almost killed a few people tonight,”
a small whine fell from your lips at his gentle hold on your neck, eyes never leaving his dark ones.
for some reason you got the feeling he’d been stalking you, it’s the only thing that really made sense. you weren’t scared.. no. choso could never scare you— but what did scare you was the fact that you liked it.
“my girl’s just been whoring herself out huh?” his hold on your neck only got tighter, moving upwards to your jaw as he forced your eyes to stay on his. “guess that means i gotta teach you a lesson.”
you shook your head once his words registered, immediately turning your heart heavier. “you unfriended me so.. i thought you got tired of me or something.”
the dark haired man brought your hands to his lips and left small kisses on the soft skin, never taking his eyes off of yours. “could never be tired of you mama. i was on my way to you, i promise.”
do not even think he didn’t notice your thighs squeezing together at his words, you weren’t even trying to be slick about it either.. he made a mental note to punish you later for that too.
“you promise?”
your whisper nearly sent choso into fucking overdrive. he hummed with his mouth still latched to your hand, slipping your thumb beyond his lips and sucking on it. “uh huh. watched you the whole time, never took my eyes off. waited to make my move.. make you fuckin’ mine.”
the tiny whimper that slipped past your lips was all the further signal he needed to carry you towards your room, gently tossing you on the bed after.
before you knew it, the numbers you got from the club managed to slip out your bra, falling to the floor on full display for the possessive man.
choso eyed the scraps with his usual look of boredom— though he was eerily quieter than usual, not saying another word when he glared at you. within the blink of an eye, he’d brought the trash to his teeth and ripped every single one.
“you were holding onto these huh?” his calloused hands yanked you towards him, the next thing he ripped was your dress. “you’ll never be at a fuckin’ club again, that’s for damn sure. you hear me lil’ one?”
you could feel your panties damping as the tone of his words rushed straight to your core. he ended up smacking your thigh the first time you didn’t answer, and you knew better than to do it again.
“y..yes i hear you.”
the man grinned at your words, immediately pulling you by your feet towards the edge of the bed. one look at his cocky grin had you even weaker in the knees, oh you were in for it now.
in an instant your panties were ripped off and thrown on the floor, joining your dress that was also ripped to shreds. why the fuck were they so easy to rip?!
his dark eyes shifted to your dripping cunt, staring at the masterpiece in awe. “so damn perfect.. wanna kill anyone who’s ever seen her.”
choso was on his knees now, leaving soft but wet kisses on your plump thighs that he loved so much. fuck, not only was your pussy drop dead gorgeous but she even smelled good.
“w..what are you doing?” your shyness took over and you couldn’t help but to close your legs. did he not like what he was seeing? maybe he was regretting you already?
the growl from his throat was heavy, but the slap to your thigh was even heavier. “quit it brat. don’t you dare keep her from me, i waited long enough.” he spat as he slammed your legs apart with a force that had you soaking.
choso gave you no time to register before his mouth was latched onto your clit, eyes locking with yours as his teeth grazed the aching bud.
“o..oh my gosh!” you tucked your hands in his hair, pulling so hard his man-bun was no longer.
dark strands covered his face as his hair fell down, not that he even cared. he was far too lost in your taste, captivated by it. “so good. so good. fuck sooo good.”
his mindless muttering of praises had your hips bucking against his face, aching for more. your body nearly acted on its own— if his mouth felt this addicting you couldn’t even imagine how his dick would feel.
a familiar need bubbled up in your core, pressure rising quickly in your lower tummy. you couldn’t help but pull at his hair harder, “nghh please i have to pee, please!”
choso didn’t let up an inch. instead his hands pinned your thighs down and kept them there, he shook his head to add circulation— just to taste more of you.
“fuckk that’s not pee mommy. cmonnn lemme have it,” the vibrations hitting your clit had your eyes rolling, the pressure finally snapping as you squirted all over his face.
you swore you saw him smirk as he lapped up every drop he could, not wanting to waste anything. “fuckin’ delicious ass shit..” he gave a gentle slap to your sensitive clit, sending shivers down your spine.
through blurry eyes you watched his sweats drop, he had to have free balled or maybe you were just too fucked out to notice when his boxers came off.
your cunt ached as you took in his size and you almost shut your legs, but you knew better. “t..that’s not even gonna fit!”
he grabbed your hand when you reached out to touch him, guiding you to his dick and allowing you to feel every inch. “spit on your hand mama, then touch all over your dick. feel what you do to me..”
you didn’t know why, but when he called it yours you couldn’t stop the soft whine that followed. doing exactly as he told you— your hand gripped his length, slowly moving back and forth.
it only took one stroke for you to have him cumming, your touch lighting fire in him. “fuck ma.” he slapped tip against your clit as he came, both of you watching as it drizzled down your folds.
“ohhh my.. mm.” the broken whimper you slipped out sent blood straight to his cock, he couldn’t wait any longer. it felt like he’d die if you weren’t wrapped around him soon.
“gotta feel you right now..” he groaned before turning you on your stomach and holding your apart. his messy tip slid right past your gummy walls, the stretch painful but so pleasant.
your jaw dropped when he eased into you. you swore if your throat wasn’t so scratchy your silent whines would have been screams. “chooo ‘m so full, ugh give me more please.”
who was he to deny his pretty princess? the big man wrapped his arm around your stomach when he pushed further, tip brushing your cervix with every stroke.
with an arched back you leaned your face in a pillow, eyes getting teary as both his thumbs pressed into your back dimples.
“wish you could see this baby.. she looks so fuckin good.” he was referring to your pussy— the same one that had him on the brink of growling.
choso never took his eyes off the way he disappeared inside you then came back out messy as fuck. he felt so bad his poor baby couldn’t witness this too, that wouldn’t be fair now would it?
your mindless babbles were like music to his ears, he cooed while grabbing your phone, and unlocking it with ease. you didn’t even wanna know how he knew your password, you didn’t even care.
the flash was the only thing you could register, along with the way you could feel every vein on his dick as your walls welcomed him in like it was home. “i.. shitt- i got you pretty one. we can watch em’ back tomorrow, so you can see.”
once the camera was angled he rocked his hips further—slamming into you with a force that had your toes curling. “a..ah fuck! keep fucking me honey, mm yess,” your words were sluggish but he understood them all the same.
the pet name may or may not have had him nearly whimpering with hot cheeks.
when you peaked back your focus was on his sweaty locs, and the biceps that poked out as he held your tummy. then your eyes locked with the camera and you were squeezing him way more than before.
“‘m cumming! ‘m gonna cum soo much, nghh.” you cried out. your stomach locked with pressure again and you knew it wouldn’t be long before it snapped. choso pulled on your hair gently forcing you to face the camera as he said his next words.
“c..cmon mommy, gimmie all that shit. i ain’t gonna pull out either.. you got that?” he was really asking if you knew what comes after that, even if it was selfish. you’d be a great mother but only to his kids.
and he’d be damned if he didn’t get an early start. why delay the inevitable after all? your fate was sealed the moment you’d clicked his picture and friended him.
“oh myyy- fuckk cho! mm.” before you knew it you were creaming around him, pussy aching more than ever. with a small pout you quickly nodded while lazily matching his strokes. “please.. wan’ it so bad. don’t pull out daddy, pleasee”
in one last thrust choso was filling your insides to the brim, anything that tried to slip out he pushed back in. and you barely registered at first— but he was tracing ‘c’ on the heel of your foot before he kissed it, then slid your toe past his lips to suck.
“you’re stuck now princess. gonna be suck my wife, mother to all my kids suck,” he spoke through occupied lips before finally releasing your feet. you pouted when he did without even realizing it. “alright pretty let’s get you all cleaned up.”
“nopee, i want you in me still!”
so maybe choso did belong on the bottom page.. but you’d be right there with him if need be.
summary: When Tangerine spots you in the middle of his mission on a bullet train, he gets entangled in your plans and loses track of his own...
word count: 2.8k
warnings: SMUT, p in v, fingering, hair pulling, slight marking, dirty talk, canon!typical violence, drinking
"Got it, sir," you say before hanging up the phone and stepping onto the train. This was your first mission since you left the White Death's payroll and you had to prove yourself to your superiors if you wanted to rebuild your reputation.
You have no idea what is waiting for you on this train, but you can imagine a mission as straightforward as retrieving a briefcase will be anything but simple.
Straightening your bartender uniform, you push through the throngs of people exiting the train and strut down the aisles as you search for the package you were assigned to find.
***
"Enough with the Thomas the train shit," Tangerine groans to Lemon as the bullet train finally leaves the station. "I don't give a flying fuck if you think I'm a Thomas or Diesel or whatever."
"Well, first of all," Lemon interjects, lifting a finger, "it's Thomas the Tank Engine. And second of all, I never said you were a Diesel. I made that very cle-"
Tangerine stops listening when he notices your figure pass them down the aisle, your gait tantalizingly familiar.
What the fuck are you doing here? he thinks before standing up abruptly.
"Lemon, hold that thought."
Tangerine grabs the briefcase and slowly follows you down the aisle, making sure to keep a safe distance so as not to alert you of his presence. He's skirting around the other passengers trying to put their luggage away, and he's about to catch up with you when a person in a large Momomon costume steps in front of him.
"Get the fuck out of my way," he grunts irritatedly, shoving the figure into one of the seats, before noticing all the children around him. "Apologies for my language."
He leaves them with a small wave, but it's only then that he notices you are missing.
"Fuck!" Tangerine exclaims again, kicking the seat next to him. He doesn't waste any more time and rushes down the aisle, waiting as the sliding doors take their time to open in front of him.
When the door finally slides open, he steps into the corridor, only to feel a lithe hand grab the back of his neck and push him forward. He spins around, but is pushed to the floor before he can register what is happening.
The next thing he knows, he is kneeling on the ground, looking up at you, as you press a small gun to his temple.
When did you start using guns?
Tangerine immediately puts his hands up, knowing the only way to diffuse this is to play to your soft side (okay, softer side).
"Hey, hey," he urges you in a charming tone, "I just wanted to talk, sweetheart."
"Yeah?" you challenge, pressing the cold metal harder against his head. "Let's hear it then."
He runs a hand through his hair, pushing the soft curls back from his face. "It's been too long, doll. I wanted to catch up, see how you've been."
He can't imagine that any of this is working on you, but he has to try if he's going to finish this mission in one piece.
You smirk, finally taking in Tangerine's kneeling form before you. If your employer had told you that this mission would involve beautiful men on their knees, you would have signed up ages ago.
You met Tangerine six years ago at a job that ended up going completely awry...for him at least. The White Death had sent you to Japan to kidnap the son of one of the remaining Japanese crime families, and when you arrived, Tangerine and Lemon had already been walking him out the front door. They were nothing if not punctual, but back then, that was about the only thing they were good for.
Your weapon of choice had always been tranquilizer darts -- but you never said no to good ol' hand-to-hand combat -- and your lack of real weaponry eventually become a calling card of sorts. Especially because you always made it out alive, and with the job completed to perfection.
That day, Tangerine and Lemon clearly hadn't been expecting anyone, because upon spotting you, they didn't even bother to blink. You had played into their naive mindset and when you got close enough to grab the kid, they were each left with a tranq dart to the neck and a nice, long nap to recover from the shame of losing their asset.
Since then, you have been on opposite sides of many more missions, but the retrieval of this briefcase is the closest encounter you two have had in years.
In your reverie, your gun loosens in your hand and Tangerine must have noticed, because he shoots up, pushing your hand to the side and yanking his gun from his waistband. You aim your weapon at him again, and you are both left pointing your guns at each other, your grip tightening as your heart rate quickens slightly.
"Alright, darling, give me one good reason not to kill you right now?" he threatens, his jaw tightening by a fraction. "You fucked up our entire operation in Bolivia when you knocked out Lemon and got the White Death's men out before we could kill them all."
"Oh, honey, I've done much more than that," you smile, cocking your head to the side. If this was the game he wanted to play, then you would play along, but only as long as he kept it interesting.
"And as for why you shouldn't kill me," you continue, your eyes glinting with amusement. "It's because you need me."
Then, before he can react, you whack the side of his head with your gun and grab the briefcase from his hands. He grunts, clutching his temple, and you use the moment of distraction to dart out of the corridor and down the train cars, sprinting past the passengers and the angry ticket collector.
When you reach the bar compartment, you pull open a random cabinet and stuff the briefcase in a garbage can. It's not a moment too soon, because a second later, Tangerine bursts through the doors, his chest heaving and expression getting more agitated by the minute.
Reaching down, you grab a cocktail shaker and pour in the ingredients laid out on the counter, preparing a drink for yourselves.
"Where the hell is it?" he demands, stalking towards you.
You shrug, fighting the curve of your lips. "You'll get it when I've gotten what I need from you."
Your gun is sitting idly on the counter, so he tucks his own into his waistband and shrugs off his suit jacket, tossing it to the side. He starts to roll back his sleeves and you lick your lips as you shake the cocktail.
If nothing else went right on this mission, at least you'd be getting some eye candy for the evening.
Along with all of the times you've screwed up his missions, there have also been a multitude of other close encounters. Whether it was his hand around your throat as you stole his asset right from under him, or his breath against your neck as he snuck up behind you during a stake-out, his presence always entranced you.
Tangerine's seemingly magnetic hold on you has never escaped your notice, but it has also never gotten in the way of you finishing your jobs.
He sees the glint in your eyes, but doesn't say anything, deciding to use it to his advantage.
"Come on, sweetheart," he smiles sweetly, placing his rough hands on the counter in front of you. "Where is the briefcase?"
"Why do you need the case anyway?" you ask him, your eyes imploring his with something akin to genuine curiosity.
"It's the ransom money for the Son of the White Death," he responds honestly, watching your movements carefully as you grab glasses from below the counter.
You seem to ponder this. "Intriguing. On a separate note, how is Lemon these days? I heard they're calling you two the fruit twins now."
Tangerine rolls his eyes, his hands slamming down on the counter as he loses his patience. "He's fucking fantastic. Now where is the case, y/n?"
You don't respond, and instead pour out two drinks before sliding one towards him.
He doesn't bring his lips to the glass until you gulp down your whole drink and even then, he only takes a few sips.
He sees you watch his throat bob and he feels an unfamiliar pleasure at the thought of you finding him attractive.
"Look, Tangerine," you say with a resigned sigh, "I'm not working for the White Death anymore, but I still would like that briefcase. You know, for leverage."
He's not sure how to respond but then you start unbuttoning your blouse and, even after that drink, he feels his mouth go dry. His mind goes blank and he can't formulate any thoughts as your long, smooth neck becomes visible. Only when the first few buttons pop open does he realize that you're showing him your bullet proof vest.
Running a hand down your padded chest, you shoot him an amused look. "In case you try anything stupid." You pause, your hand sliding down your thigh. "Besides, if I remember correctly, you never liked these anyway, did you?"
This time, he anticipates your movements, and when a knife goes flying out of your hand, straight towards his chest, he manages to dodge at the last second, watching as it sinks into the hard back wall of the compartment.
When he turns back around, you're gone.
***
That was a lot closer than you would have liked, and you slink down the train cars, gripping the handle of the briefcase between your fingers.
It feels like everyone's eyes are on you as you walk down the aisle, slipping past the economy cars. When you reach the first class car, you stash the briefcase in the luggage compartment and are about to wait for the next stop to arrive when a man in a white suit takes a seat across from you.
"Can I help yo-" you begin before he cuts you off.
"You will pay for what you did to my family."
"Listen man, I don't know who you are," you try to tell him, but he pulls a massive knife from his belt and you know you can't just sit here any longer.
Swinging your legs out of the seat, you shove him away and grab the laptop of a sleeping woman a few seats over. Using it as a shield, you block a few of his jabs and slices before his knife finally starts to pierce through the metal and glass.
Chucking the laptop at him, you run in the opposite direction, back towards the briefcase, but he's right on your tail.
You push your way into the corridor, but the man grabs you from behind, shoving you forward and slicing down with his knife. The edge grazes your bicep and you wince, but right before you can brace yourself for the next swing, a gunshot rings out from behind you and the man falls to the floor, a shocked look plastered on his face as the life leaves his eyes.
You immediately jerk your head back to see who your savior is, and you admit that you're surprised to see Tangerine lowering his gun.
"Thanks," you gasp out, not wanting to waste another moment. He's tucking his pistol away when you reach towards the luggage to grab the case, but he sees your intentions and acts quickly.
His corded bicep locks around your neck from behind, pulling you back with an extraordinary strength that has you flying off the ground.
You gasp, struggling to breathe, but then you manage to lift your legs and kick out at the wall, pushing the both of you back. His grip loosens slightly, but it's just enough for you to spin around, sending him a kick to the shin that makes him grunt.
Tangerine strikes out at you, his fist narrowly missing your jaw, and you knee him in the groan, making him double over in pain for a few moments.
"That was low," he groans, his face turning red, "even for you, doll."
You chuckle, backing up. "It's a man's world, Tan."
Nevertheless, he's stronger than you remember and he recovers quickly, locking his forearm against your neck and pushing you back into the bathroom. You press up against the wall, facing him, and you can't help the smirk that reappears on your lips.
Well, this is certainly interesting.
"You're better," you huff, your voice straining from the weight of his arm, "than Bolivia, I mean."
You dig your fingers into his hard muscles, trying to pry him off. "You two were absolutely miserable back then, but you've got some chops now."
Tangerine smirks, leaning forward so his breath tickles your nose. "You haven't seen the half of it, darling."
Your eyes dart down to his mouth for a split second, but he's just as fast and he notices your hitched breath. His eyes darken immediately, and before you can utter a word, his mouth is on yours.
His arm lets you go and his large hands grasp at your waist as you press into him, clinging to his body for support in the small bathroom.
His calloused fingers on your skin send a shot of heat down to your core and you bite his lip harshly. He pulls back for a moment, his eyes wide with surprise and lust, and you notice the drop of blood a second before he wipes it away.
Your lips crash together again and he doesn't take his time while grabbing your loosely hanging hair and tugging back, exposing your neck to him. Tangerine licks a line up the column of your throat and your fingers split open his vest and button-down in one go, sending the buttons flying to the floor.
You gasp when he tears off the velcro of your bullet proof best, chucking it to the floor, before kicking the bathroom door closed with a loud click.
Thankfully, your skirt provides him easy access, and he doesn't hesitate before yanking your panties to the side and sticking a thick finger into your pussy. You cry out, your head falling back against the small mirror as he hoists you up onto the sink.
He doesn't warn you before adding another finger, his quick pumps hitting the walls of your cunt with a harsh precision that has you getting close embarrassingly fast.
"Look at you," he smirks, watching your eyes roll back, "whimpering like a school girl from just my fingers."
You are about to finish, and he must feel the tightening of your core, because he pulls away, leaving you impatient and unsatisfied.
"Bastard," you groan as he chuckles, bringing his fingers up to your lips.
You suck them into your mouth, and he almost moans at the feeling of your hot tongue around him. When they're clean, he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a pop and reaches down to undo his buckle.
Tangerine pushes his trousers down to his knees and angles you back before sheathing himself fully inside of you in one movement.
He groans from the wet heat of your cunt and the tightness of you squeezing around him has him gripping the counter for support. He doesn't wait before thrusting up into you at the pace of a bullet train, his rhythm never faltering even as your head falls back in pleasure.
Tangerine leans down and sucks a bruise into your neck, enjoying the way the purple and red blossom against your skin in a delicious mark.
You start to tighten around him and he knows his release is imminent, so he lifts you up off his cock and turns you around so your elbows are on the counter. He starts to fuck you from behind, one hand on your waist while the other grips the back of your neck, holding you to him.
You arch your back, changing the angle in a way that has both of you moaning with pleasure. You come apart a moment later, and he follows close behind, relishing the sound of your whimpering as his body slowly relaxes.
He pulls away from you, grabbing a paper towel to clean you both up, when he hears a light hiss from the ceiling.
He looks up to see a thin green snake slithering down from the vent, its teeth bared and ready. Both of you shriek as the snake shoots down toward Tangerine. He smacks it away and into the toilet, but not before it takes a sharp bite out of his shoulder.
His vision starts to blur and you grab his arms, leaning him back against the counter before you move to open the door.
"Please tell me you spiked those drinks from earlier with the antidote," he groans, his face growing hotter as the venom spreads through his system.
"Well," you whisper, your voice fading as he loses consciousness, "I guess today was your lucky day."
the teen wolf movie killing off a character who has been kidnapped, tortured, groomed and sexually assaulted at 15, forced to kill his first love, whose family burned to the ground… by burning him to a crisp. no words.
luckily, i will be ignoring this shitshow, derek hale lives on in my canon (ꈍᴗꈍ)♡
Request: Can you do a Damon Salvatore smut where he and the reader had a fight and she just walks out and leaves the boarding house for hours and doesn’t answer any of his calls or texts until she listens to a voicemail where he sounds so broken and she goes back and they have rough make up sex and she asks him to use compulsion on her to make her cum multiple times? So yeah definitely compulsion kink can be a warning idk I just love to think they can use compulsion for that kinda thing 🤷🏼♀️ thanks! - @fuckkoffcourtney (I’m sorry, the tag isn’t working)
Pairing: Damon x Reader
Word Count: 3k
Warning: Angst, smut, compulsion kink, slight praise kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, guys and gals) 18+ only
Song: Hot Mess by Cobra Starship
A/N: Italics are flashbacks. I hope you guys enjoy this <3 -Jo
“Damon stop fucking calling…” You muttered to yourself as you heard the ringtone for your boyfriend go off for the tenth time that day. You let that call go to voicemail too, still unable to bring yourself to talk to him. After the phone stopped ringing, you just turned it off and tossed it in your bag.
You marched into the Salvatore boarding house, Damon slammed the door behind you. “You’re not going anywhere until we talk. That bullet wouldn’t have killed me, Y/n.” His voice was law, his tone dangerous.
You knew you shouldn’t poke the bear but he was making it difficult for you. Your pride was also an issue. “And it didn’t kill me either, Damon.” You tried to make your tone match his. You didn’t want a fight, especially since everyone made it home in mostly one piece. “I knew Matt wouldn’t shoot to kill me, and I knew you’d take care of me.” You grinned, trying to cozy up to your boyfriend. You just wanted to diffuse the situation, get him to calm down.
Damon wasn’t having it. He gripped your upper arms almost too tightly. “Don’t you get it?! This… self-sacrificing crap doesn’t work when you’re human and incredibly breakable!” He barely had a hold on his temper anymore as he shouted at you. You continued to stand your ground, even as he squeezed your arms a bit harder as if to prove a point.
“I’m not as delicate as you make me out to be, Damon.” Your expression hardened before you winced slightly at the pressure from where he held you.
His eyes tightened as he relaxed his grip on you. He’d seen your flinch. “I beg to differ. What if I hadn’t gotten to you in time? What if you had bled out and I couldn’t save you, huh? Where would you be?” He all-but shoved you away from him. You stiffened, eyes filling with tears that you didn’t dare let spill over in front of him. “You’d be dead. And I don’t know where I’d be. You’re just a pathetic, fragile, little human who thinks she can play with the big kids because one of them is her boyfriend.”
A/N: My second fic in less than a month, I am proud of my achievement. I'll be honest, there were times when I thought this fic was turning into a big pile of disgusting garbage and almost gave up on it a couple of times. But alas, I persevered and I think sometimes I have to trust the process, or in my case the chaotic horny mess that is my brain. Again, English is not my first language so if you see any mistakes, please be patient and kind, I can only wish to improve. Please enjoy!!
Pairing: Loki x Female Reader
Warnings: SMUT (Obviously). Soft!Loki, Sex pollen trope, oral, penetration…just your regular filthy smut fic with a hint of plot. Avengers IW never happened.
Words: 6.8k.
When you started working at the Avengers compound you could never have guessed what your life there would be like. And indeed every day was a surprise. You were hired as part of the medical staff after Tony read your thesis about modern medicine applied to metahumans. From day one you have been part of Dr. Banner's team and you were over the moon. Your work consisted in finding new ways of healing wounds inflicted by non-conventional weapons on enhanced humans. It was a challenging job that kept you on your feet and you loved it. And being so close to the almighty heroes almost made you feel one as well. One could dream.
In the span of a month you met most of the Avengers. They were nice and always grateful of your assistance. Captain America was polite and stoic, trying to be helpful in any way he could. Peter Parker always stammered and fidgeted while you looked at his wounds, something you found endearing. Bucky Burnes flirted with everyone. The Falcon told terrible jokes that made you cry from laughter and Thor was so gallant in an old-fashion way that you almost felt as a maiden healing a White Knight.
And then there was Loki.
The first time you met the Asgardian prince you felt intimidated. Even though you already met the great earth protectors, Loki was something else.
He was tall. But that was not it. Thor was a big guy, for sure, but there was something about Loki that made you feel small. Maybe it was his gaze, cold and curious. Maybe how long and lean his limbs were. Maybe it was the asgardian outfit that made him look so regal. Maybe that voice, deep and seductive that made your knees quiver. Not that he talked much, he mostly kept to himself and never stayed in the lab much. Something about being a magical entity from another planet; he never got badly injured and was in and out without much fuss. And he really seemed to dislike you in some way, because when you tried to patch his wounds he always looked bothered. When you tried to get a closer look to one of his cuts, he always backed up uncomfortable. You tried to make conversation, to make things less awkward, but he merely responded with monosyllables and walked away as fast as he could.
He was a creature of mystery and he certainly intrigued you. You made your utmost effort to make Loki open a little bit. But he was incredibly guarded.
So when you arrived first thing in the morning to the medical floor and found Loki there, to say you were shocked was the understatement of the century. He was leaning against one of the shelves, hands in his pockets and tapping his feet as if he was growing impatient. When he looked up and found you there, you saw something even more shocking.
He smiled at you.
-Hello- You said tentatively, as if you weren't sure he was standing there, in the middle of the lab. More specifically, in your side of the lab.
-Hello… Dr y/n l/n Right? - He bowed his head almost imperceptibly as he kept smiling at you. A small, soft smile that you'd have never expected coming from him.
-Call me y/n, please. Besides, it's not like we are strangers. - You were sure to see a slight hint of a blush on his cheeks before turning away from you, looking at some of the papers you had on your desk.
-Yes, well… we were never properly introduced and it never seemed like the right moment when you were working. - He fidgeted with the documents and tossed them back against the cold surface of your desk.
-Well then, nice to meet you again Loki. - You realized that it was your first time adressing him in a first name basis. He turned around and looked at you lost for words, but he regained his composure in a blink of an eye.
-Bruce was talking the other day on the jet about some of your research, about new methods of healing metahumans. I thought then that I could be of assistance.
This was by far the first time you've heard Loki talk that much to anyone. He usually looked at you in what seemed annoyance. So now you were lost for a moment in what was happening. The God of Mischief talking to you? Offering help? Were you high on something?.
You looked at the cup of coffee in your hand, as it contained all those answers, then back at him in what you were sure was the most skeptical glare you've ever given to anyone. Ever. Loki's little smile faded and he tilted his head, as if he was trying to convey that it was your turn to talk. After a silence that lasted two seconds too long you snapped out of your musings.
-Em… Sure. How exactly? - You walked towards him and again, you felt a little out of place. At your own lab. What was about his presence that was so menacing and enticing at the same time?.
-While Thor trained with my father, I spent most of the time learning from my mother. Magic, enchantments… but also different ways of healing different ailments. Botany, herbalism, potions… You name it, I've studied it. I think I could make myself useful to you.- There was pride in his tone, boast… But also joy and endearment in that memory.
-Why are you offering your help? -That might have sounded a bit severe because that little smile that you were starting to like, really like, disappeared from his features and he looked down, all that confidence he exuded evaporating in less than a second.
-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound harsh. Is just that your offer first thing in the morning was the last thing I expected for today. Or ever. -As he sensed humor in your voice he straightened up, a little less confident this time.
-My brother and I had a talk… he advised me to present myself to be more useful for the team. -That sounded very noble and you didn't notice any trace of sarcasm in his words. But you had the feeling that that was a half-truth at best. But he was offering thousands of years of otherworldly advice and who was the idiot to refuse that kind of knowledge?
Turns out you were the idiot. The biggest idiot in the galaxy.
Loki's help turned out to be extremely valuable. He really had knowledge not only about earth modern medicine or Asgard medicine, but all you could ever imagine and more. And he really seemed eager to be in the lab and help.
It started with some briefings about your research, and Loki was blithely filling some of the blanks. His explanations were educational and very entertaining. It totally re-shaped some of your theories and you were really grateful for all the input he was sharing with you. After a couple of days you told him that you had enough information and that you didn't want to waste more of his time, but he then had the brilliant idea of retrieving samples of medicinal plants and other biological material that could help from missions and some of his travels. And by the second week you found yourself in a unique routine with Loki: Early in the morning, most of the time a bit before your shift started, Loki was already in the lab next to your desk coffee in hand. How did he know how you liked your coffee you never dared to ask. At first you just had to repress your laugh because it was so funny to see the very important royal prince of Asgard in just casual attire and a lab coat. Or it would have been funny if he didn't look so cute in it.
The white coat really suited his tall frame. There were times were concentrating was a hard task in itself because, how dare he look so good? That would not matter if it wasn't for the fact that you just discovered that you had a thing for big, strong, elegant hands like the ones Loki brushed constantly against your arm every time he wanted to show you something. Or how he sometimes leaned in a little too close to say something to your ear and that voice, that accent made you almost purr.
All of this would definitely be funny, but it really, really wasn't. Because turns out the taciturn, arrogant and secretive prince you met weeks ago was a sweet, charming, a little bit too cocky and extremely attractive man you enjoyed way too much working with.
As the weeks went on the pattern continued: he would explain how the last mission went, some of the details you could need and then you two would spend most of the day examining samples under the microscope or running some simulations on the computer. Loki would always stay near, which was reasonable because you spend all this time sharing information and hypothesis. But sometimes you feared it was too near, especially after a long day where you would be tired and the temptation to lean in and get lost in how well he smelled was getting out of your control. By the end of the fourth week you were finishing your days with cold showers and it was starting to become embarrassing. You just wish Loki didn't notice anything.
Because boy you had it bad.
The next week started with the Avengers going to some remote location to fight a small army of very dangerous aliens. So you knew you'd spend the day alone and you felt relief, because any day now you were sure you'll combust at his mere presence and today at least you were going to be able to work unbothered. But on the other hand, you missed him because you really enjoyed his sense of humor, or how he looked at you, eyes full of wonder, as you tried to explain something you had realized that day.
Again, you had it really, really bad.
Good thing you loved your work and the high-tech lab Stark provided. You spent the day taking test after test, which usually kept your mind focused. Before you could finish the last one of the day it was already dark outside and you planned to end your shift soon.
As you were writing down the lasts results and making some notes, Thor stormed in the lab making you jump out of your chair. He seemed out of breath, something you deemed impossible for the God of Thunder, and before you could ask what he was doing there he was grabbing you by the shoulders telling you that Loki was extremely ill and in need of your assistance.
-Thor, calm down. What happened? - He was scaring you looking so worried, grasping at your lab coat a bit too hard.
-Loki was explaining that he knew about a very exotic medicinal flower he insisted you could use for your research. We found a big field full of them and as he was about to grab some there was an explosion.
-Oh God, is he ok? Is he bleeding?- Millions of scenarios flooded your mind as you felt a heaviness forming on your chest.
-The explosion is not the issue. It nocked him out momentarily, but he was fine. The blast destroyed most of the flower field and there was pollen everywhere. Loki was covered head to toe and he seemed to react badly to it.
-Thor you're scaring me. An allergic reaction? Is that it? I'm sure a strong asgardian god as your brother can overcome something that benign.- You exhaled in relief. Loki was alive. He only needed antihistamine, at most.
Or so you thought.
Thor insisted he needed your help and led you to the other wing on the medical floor. You were taken aback when you noticed Thor was leading you passed the main hall and took you to the isolation rooms, where quarantines were conducted. The rooms were all white, with one of the walls clear so you could see the inside without stepping in. There, you found Loki sitting on the bed as you've never seen him. Disheveled, his alabaster skin blushing red and looking damp. His always pristine asgardian suit was wrinkled and the top completely opened, showing his chest and abs glistening with sweat. He looked feverish and you started to worry as he looked at you and panic took over his features.
-Thor, what is she doing here!? - Was he mad? You came here to help. You were dragged here to help.
-I was told you needed my help. That you had a terrible allergic reaction? - If looks could kill Thor would have been exterminated in a blast of fury. Loki stood up and walk across the room. He then hit his fist against the translucent wall, making you take a step back. Thanks for Stark and his technology that could stand the rage of an alien God.
-I told you I didn't want her here. Get. Her. OUT. NOW.- Now you knew something was wrong. You've never seen Loki so angry. So out of his mind.
And so afraid.
-Ok. What is happening here. What is that no one is telling me?.- You were looking at the both of them. Thor was chewing his lower lip as he tried to prevent something coming out of his mouth and Loki looked like he was planning both of your murders.
-The reaction Loki is having… in not a common allergic reaction.- Thor was whispering at you, as if Loki wasn't clearly able to hear the both of you.
-Thor shut up.- Loki kept pacing the room like a predator in a cage.
-Loki she could help you, you know what could happen if you don't… -Thor sounded worried as he tried to appeal to his brother. Your head was spinning with their interaction and the hundreds of scenarios. Was Loki poisoned in some way? Was it a biological weapon in disguise that attacked him?
-I'd rather die than get help FROM HER.- And that made your racing mind go blank.
All this time spending time together, falling for his smiles, his light touches and the way his musical voice asked for your advice… And now the only thing he seemed to want was to get rid of you, as if your presence caused him disgust. He kept avoiding your eyes and after that outburst, he walked back to the bed, sitting with his hands covering his face.
You started to walk out back to the hall, but you didn't get far before Thor caught up with you and grabbed your arm.
-He really needs your help y/n.- Thor implored you as you tried to walk pass him.
-He doesn't think the same Thor, and his botanical knowledge is vast. I'll bring Dr. Banner and the technicians to run tests on him. I'm sure he'll be fine.- As you tried to walk away, Thor stood in your way.
-I know what kind of plant Loki was looking at. Is a common flower in Asgard an Norns knows how it got here on earth.
-You could have started there! We could draw some blood and try to synthesize an antidote or… -But from Thor expression you knew that something was amiss.
-Thor, please. What are you not telling me?
-The flower in question is called Pāravaśyam. In small doses, it helps increase blood flow, which helps in some healing processes. It also can help steady heart rate. But…
-…But Loki didn't get a small dose.
-No, he didn't. The dose he absorbed was extremely high, and the effects are dangerous if not taken the correct course.
-In that amount, what would happen to him?
-In big doses Pāravaśyam is used as an… how you call it here on earth… Viagra?
-Beg your pardon?- Sure you didn't hear him right. Besides Thor was so new to Earth sure he was confused. In no way he meant…
-Viagra? The blue pills that get manhoods engorged and full of lust for hours?- Ok. Wow. You had so many questions. First, how on earth did Thor know so much about Viagra? But second, and most importantly… All of this was because Loki was, for a lack of a better term… horny?
-Are you telling me that Loki is…
-Engorged and full of lust? Yes.
-I don't know if asgardians know about this, but here on earth we do a thing called "masturbation". Maybe I should bring a book full of instructions for your brother.- You really tried your best not to laugh. But then you thought about Thor's fearful expression and Loki's reaction after he saw you. And by Thor's unamused reaction you knew there was something else.
-Y/n I'm afraid that won't suffice. Some asgardians plants have some sort of magic in them, and Pāravaśyam is no exception. Sexual release might relieve the symptoms, but the only thing that can cure the… condition is to breed with a beloved person.
After that you went silent. Your head full of white noise. Thor looked at you as he expected some kind of reaction, but you didn't know what to think. You tried to push the images the word "breed" elicited to your mind. Loki was nice to you, he saw you as a colleague, as a lab partner. But did he care about you? In any sense that matter?
-Thor, Loki is only helping me with research.- Your voice was so small, like you were talking only to yourself.
-You mortals can be as thick as a Kronan. Why do you think Loki asked to help you in the lab?- Thor looked exasperated now, like this conversation was taking a toll on him.
-You asked him to. -Thor's chuckle was not completely humorless, but it didn't reach his eyes as his laugh usually did.
-¿So that's what he told you huh?. Please y/n. Just go and try to talk to him. His condition will only get worse and it could be fatal. If it's not you, somebody has to help him.
"Help him". That's a way to put it.
With that, Thor walked away, leaving you with so many thoughts and so many questions. You looked back, and in what you perceived as slow motion you went back to Loki's room.
He was still sitting on the bed, elbows on his knees and head down his hands. You saw his shoulders twitch and you knew he was aware of your presence. But he kept his head down.
-I told you to leave.- Her voice was low and threatening, catching you off guard for a second.
-Thor told me about the flower. About the pollen.- You started to close your distance, closing the space between you and the clear wall of Loki's room.
-Thor doesn't know what he is talking about.
-Well, he told me about your… your situation.
Thor words echoed in your head: "Engorged and full of lust". You closed your eyes as if it could erase the painfully explicit image that formed in your mind. Damn the God of Thunder.
Your hand instinctively reached to touch the wall, as if somewhat you could appease Loki through the thick crystal. Lokis hands gripped the mattress as if the gesture pained him.
-Please, don't come any closer. -He still didn't look up, and you could see now up close that his hands were trembling.
-Loki I just want to help. Thor asked me to help you. - The palm of your hand touched the cold surface, and Loki finally looked at you.
His jaw clenched, forehead full of droplets of sweat. His shoulders were up to his ears and his knuckles white gripping the sheets with so much force it was a miracle they hadn't shredded. His pupils were almost completely blown out, barely showing the blue in his eyes. If you could decipher the way he looked at you it would be with hunger. So much hunger.
-I said, don't come any closer. I…I can feel you through the wall. Please y/n… leave.
-Why did you offer to help me in the lab? - Loki blinked several times, taken aback by your question. Lips pressed together, it doesn't take long before his eyes dart to the floor again. He realized that you have talked to Thor, and norns only knew what he had told you.
-I told you about that my knowledge… that I wanted… -Loki stammered, unable to read your expression because he could only think of one thing.
And is all the things he wants to do to you.
-Thor didn't ask you to, did he?. - Looking at him, seeing Thor's reaction earlier, remembering the first time you saw Loki in the lab… You knew in that moment that Loki's motivation to help you wasn't the selfless reasoning he gave you that first day. You just saw that so clearly now.
-I wanted to help you.- His hands stopped grabbing the fabric to end again covering his face. And that bothered you so much because all you wanted was to see his reaction. To see what he was feeling.
To see him look at you with so much desire again.
-Why did you tell me that the first day? Why lie?.
-You would have asked about my reasons. And lying was the preferable option.
-Loki, what was the reason…
-Because I wanted to spend time with you. Because every time I ended in your table examining my injuries, asking me questions all I could think about was how soft and small your hands were, and how good it would feel having them all over me. How sweet your voice sounded or how you always smelled like orange blossom and that drove me insane. So I offered you my help under false pretense. I thought spending time with you would alleviate my infatuation, but I was so wrong. The way you smiled when you explained some detail about your work, or how you bit your lip when you were frustrated. It was the most delicious, beautiful torture I've ever endured in my long life.- He looked up, his pained expression, making a knot in the pit of your stomach.
-This is humiliating. This is not how you were supposed to find out. I wanted to ask you out, court you properly… and now… please y/n. Just leave.
And there you were, all this time thinking you were alone in your feelings. You felt elated to know Loki felt this way about you, but you knew that this confession, it was all wrong. He didn't want you to know about this. He felt exposed and vulnerable. He wasn't himself, he was under the influence of some cosmic toxin and he was suffering. And you didn't know how you could, or if you could. But you really wanted to offer some comfort.
So you walked towards the door, slowly turning the knob.
When you entered the room the first thing to hit you was the smell. It smelled like Loki: fresh peppermint, sweet spices and leather… but so much more intense. It was intoxicating. You felt the immediate need to press your thighs together, but you ignored it. Loki jumped out of the bed, walking backwards until his body was pressed against the furthest wall from you. He kept his hands in his back, as if he was afraid he could reach you from there. His breathing turned more elaborate and all you wanted was to end his misery.
-Y/n, please just… - He looks so concerned, so contrite.
Is he afraid of you… or for you?
You stepped closer, slowly. You knew what he needed. And your body ached to touch him, to hug him, to make him feel better. You feared that your intentions weren't selfless, you have been attracted to him for weeks and now he needed you, your body, and even though you saw him at the brink of hyperventilation, trying his best to remain in control… you just wanted him. You craved for him. Knowing that you were the only cure, for him to consume you, to satiate his lust for you was making your core ache.
-Please y/n, don't come any closer. I…I can smell your skin, I can almost taste it from here. I don't know what is going to happen if you touch me. I don't want to hurt you. I… -But his voice died in his throat as you cupped his cheek with your hand, your thumb feeling the soft skin under his eye.
-You won't hurt me. Let me help you Loki.
Your voice was merely a whisper as you close the distance, pressing your chest against his. You felt his erection against your belly, his length pulsating against you even through all the layers of clothing. You stood on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his, barely touching them. You were waiting for his reaction, for him to push you away.
But in a swift movement your back was against the wall and Loki was pining your wrists above your head. Before you could wrap your head about what just happened his mouth was on yours kissing you hard, his tongue demanding and his teeth pulling your lower lip making you gasp. His mouth was divine, his tongue moving expertly like he could not get enough of your taste. Before you could catch your breath, his hand found the hem of your t-shirt. It rested flat against your stomach and stayed there, his fingers flexing slightly. His lips started a trail its way from your mouth to your ear. He then sucked, hard, against the skin below. His breath was hot and you could hear a lump in his throat, his voice struggling to come out.
-Y/N… tell me you are sure. Tell me you want this… because I'm afraid I won't be able to stop If I keep touching you like this.- His voice was so soft but so full with need it made your core clench, feeling empty and desperate. Even in his state he still cared about you, enough to make you feel safe. He still needed your consent. He needed to know you wanted this. Him.
That somehow made you dizzy with desire.
-Yes, Loki. Take me… please.
With that you kissed him again, relishing on how soft his lips were, on how good he tasted. His hands went up under your shirt grabbing your breast firmly, wasting no time in pulling down your bra and palming them until your nipples were hard. Your head was spinning feeling his body so pressed to yours, his touch everywhere and his mouth relentless. His lips travelled from your mouth to your neck, sucking and biting so hard that you were sure he was leaving all kinds of marks on your sensitive skin.
Once his mouth found the collar of your t-shirt, his hands ripped it in half in one swift movement, exposing the warm skin of your chest to the cold air of the room. He then buried his face against your breast, his tongue tasting your skin. You arched your back trying to feel more of him and he took the opportunity for his hands to find the hook of your bra and tearing it off. He started to lick long and slow strokes, first one breast and then the other over and over again. His tongue was adamant against your nipples, swirling and lapping every inch of you, making you roll your eyes back as pleasure invaded your senses. His hands descended to your waist, pinning you in place as you felt his body descend and falling to his knees.
Loki was on his knees, in front of you. That was a sight you'd treasure forever.
His hands were gripping your waist before his fingers found the button of your jeans. Without taking his eyes from you he undid your button and you heard the metallic clicking of the zipper. His mouth was on your navel, nibbling his way to your exposed hip bone while his hands tore off your trousers and the rest of your underwear, discarding them with the rest of your now destroyed outfit. You felt his gaze roaming all over your exposed body, taking you in, and you started to feel a little bit self-conscious, your hands instinctively trying to cover yourself before Loki stopped them.
-You are so fucking beautiful. - His eyes never left yours, his face so closed you could feel his breath against your belly button.
-Your mind is full of toxins and I'm pretty sure your judgment is clouded.- How did you manage to speak a full sentence in that moment was a mystery, You guessed the logical part of your brain never slept.
-I always thought you were stunning. So alluring and so sweet… And I always wondered if you tasted as sweet as you looked.
And without any warning his hands grabbed your hips and his mouth was on you. His lips parted your folds and his tongue started lapping fervently, flattened tasting everything in its path. You felt your knees quivering on the verge of giving up as your mouth fell open in a silent cry. Lucky for you Loki had superhuman strength and had you pinned to the wall keeping you at place. His tongue swirled rapidly around your clit and that feeling followed by the wet and obscene sounds he was making while eating you, were making your head spin and your hands grabbed his head for support. The moment his mouth started sucking, his tongued never leaving your clit, you felt the familiar knot forming inside you tensing fast. You were a panting mess, and every flick of Loki's expert tongue getting you closer to your release.
The moment his lips sucked hard on your swollen clit your body snapped, shaking uncontrollably, your orgasm so intense that you could only feel your core clenching, asking for more as the wave of pleasure travelled through your body like fire kissing your skin. And it lasted so long, too long, because Loki refused to stop his movements. Even when the sensation verged on overstimulation. Your mind went blank for one second, eyelids still full of fireworks when you felt your feet not touching the floor anymore, and your body being moved carefully.
You were still trying to steady your breathing when you felt your back touch something soft. When you opened your eyes you saw Loki, taking off his clothing harshly, almost ripping it off his skin before joining you in the bed. He positioned himself above you, his hands partying your legs, kneeling before you. That's when your eyes found his cock, big and dripping with precum. His head was dark pink and looked smooth to the touch. Your hand thought so too because it wasted no time in grabbing him and feeling it pulsate against your hand. The moan that escaped his throat was obscene and went directly to the apex of your thighs making you even more soaked.
Before you could move your hand so he'd make that sound again, he grabbed it and kissed your palm. You were almost sure you felt his smile against your skin before he lowered himself and kissed you, his lips devouring yours as you still tasted yourself on his tongue. You were giddy with lust, craving to feel his cock buried deep inside you. His tip found your wet lips and you whined, longing to feel more of him. He stopped kissing you and you felt his mouth descend to your shoulder, peppering kisses everywhere in its path. Your hands started to caress his back and that's when you noticed he was trembling. His whole body was shaking.
Loki was holding back.
-Loki… -You felt him tensing at the sound of your voice, his cock twitching against you. His face still hidden in your neck.
-Tell me this is ok y/n. Please… tell me you want to be mine.- His voice was merely a whisper struggling to come out and your heart expanded almost bursting your chest. Even in his state, even after devouring you five minutes ago and giving you a Richter's scale 10 orgasm, he was pleading you, still needing to make sure you were ok.
You took his face between your hands and looked at him. His eyebrows were almost touching, knotted with worry and his eyes glistening. He was in agony, so close to you and yet not allowing himself to lose control.
-Y/n… please- His voice was hoarse, barely a whisper.. You could hear him all day calling your name like that. But today was not that day.
-Yes, Loki… I'm yours.
He positioned himself and started entering you, inch by inch, streaching you like you've never been before in an agonizing slow pace until he was buried inside you. You cried at the sensation, overwhelming and intense as he made you feel completely full. The pleasure was mixed with a little pain and you were gasping, trying to take everything he was giving you. His forehead was against your shoulder, as if he was trying to hide his pleasure from you. Both of you remained still, Loki trying really hard to give you time. By the way he was breathing you were sure he was at the brink of snapping and fucking you with his full force. Your cunt was gripping him hard and as the pain subsided your hips started moving of their own volition.
-Fuck y/n.. you are so tight… I can't…
With that he started moving. He proceeded to remove himself entirely to rapidly thrust inside you hard. At first his rhythm was languid, relishing on the raw sensation of his member teasing your narrow slit, entering you slowly making you whimper. But his need for you was getting more desperate, the overwhealming feeling of your naked form pressed against him, your hands gripping his shoulders, your moans filling his ears, it was all too much. And by the sounds he was making, and how he whispered your name like a prayer against your neck, you knew he needed release. Gripping your knees, he opened your legs completely wide and started pounding deeper, frantically, reaching a spot inside you that made your head spin. You felt the familiar coil in your lower belly building again fast. Your hips started rolling against his, looking for even more friction, to reach your release that was burning your nerves in the most exquisite and tortuous way. You felt his cock twitching and you knew he was close too.
-Y/n… I'm not gonna last, I need you to come now- He was struggling to talk, plunging into you with so much force you could hardly realize what he was telling you. One of his hands reached down, barely rubbing your clit, once, twice before making you scream his name.
-Loki I'm coming, ImcommingImcommingImcommingImcomming… GOD!
Your back arched as you felt your body combust. Your core was clenching hard in your release, making Loki come hard, thrusting into you mercilessly prolonging your orgasm. You felt him spilling inside you while he kept moving in long strokes without slowing down. That brought another devastating wave of pleasure that ripped you apart. You felt all the nerves in your body going on overdrive. And then your brain was suddenly filled with white noise.
When you returned to earth the first thing you noticed was that Loki was heavy. Not that you were complaining, his weight covering you was something you found comforting. His forehead pressed against your collarbone, you noticed his breathing going back to normal. You felt lightheaded and in a weird state of bliss. Both of you were silent, recovering your breaths and you found yourself starting to worry. Now that he got the toxin out of his system, would he regret it? What if he thought you took advantage of his vulnerable situation? All the things he said before… was that the pollen? Was it him? Both?
-I can hear you thinking from here. - At some point between your musings he lifted his head so he could look at you. His eyes drifted to your mouth and his finger brushed the lower lip that you unconsciously were biting.
And then the silence crept again. He was looking for you, waiting for you to say something. Were you supposed to say something? What was supposed to be said in this situation? You've never had life or death poisonous flower induced sex before.
-Did I hurt you? - His eyes were darting across your features, as if he could fathom what were you feeling.
You shook your head, your voiced trapped in your throat. He looked at you, sadness covering his features and you started to panic.
-You regret it, is that it? - It was more an affirmation than a question, and you felt his body trying to move away from you. Now that you have discovered how amazing his body felt pressed to yours, how amazing he smelled even after all the sweating and… No. You were not having any of that.
So before he could move you wrapped your legs around his hips. A long sigh escaped his lips as his eyes were again on you.
-I don't regret it Loki… it's just… -He looked somewhat confused and hopeful while you searched for the right words. How he could look so adorable after fucking you senseless was a gift from the ancient Gods of Asgard, you were sure of it.
-What? You didn't like it?
That took you by surprised and you supressed a laugh. "Like it" could not cover the mind-blowing ecstasy he had given you. You took a long breath, trying to gather your thoughts. He needed answers. You needed answers. And it was truly distracting how beautiful he looked, head against your chest with big blue puppy eyes.
-I think I was quite clear in showing how much I was enjoying myself-His chuckle vibrated through your chest and you smiled, because how dare he doubt anything after what he did to you.
-So what is it then?
-Well… lets say this is not how I pictured our first kiss to be like. Or the first time we slept together. Or our first anything really. If anyone this morning would have told me that by the end of the day I'll be having crazy-monkey-flower-induced sex with you in one of the isolation chambers I would have called security.
His whole body relaxed against you as he propped himself with his elbows, hovering over you, noses brushing and you could see his smile wide and with a hint of mischief.
-Oh, but you have pictured me seducing you? - It was impossible not to blush as he smirked at you playfully.
-Erm…
You turned your head, unable to meet his gaze, feeling a rush of shyness. One thing was being fucked into oblivion to safe his life, and the other was to confess that you have been harboring feelings for him for weeks, daydreaming about his small smiles and light touches. He grabbed your chin making you face him again, his thumb brushing under your jaw.
-I imagined fucking you on your desk every day for the last two weeks. I was hoping to ask you on a date after we arrived from our mission. But then… -His thumb released your lower lip again from your teeth and you smiled at him.
So at the end you both were idiots falling for the other. For weeks.
-Was it as good as you imagined? - Your arms embraced him, a wide smile spreading across your face. It was weird how much you were enjoying this new intimacy.
-So, so much better. - This time he kissed you gently, taking his time as his fingers brushed against your cheeks.
-Would you allow me to court you properly?- You sighed blissfully. Who would have thought that the God of Mischief was so soft.
-I'd love to. But I'm afraid that we can't keep working together.
-Why is that? - His eyebrows almost touched his hairline as he looked at you confused.
-Well…for starts, I could never concentrate working on my desk next to you ever again.
And with a big smile he kissed you again.
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People asked me to tag them WHAT: @andromedaa-tonks @donaweasley @mochie85 @sarahscribbles
warnings: SMUT, soulmate au, alpha!peter, omega!reader, heights, unprotected sex
summary: you wouldn't dream of getting out of your four walls during your heat, but things don't exactly work your way when your life is at stake.
word count: 1.6k
a/n: i wrote this fic during my CLASS, in a NOTEBOOK, when my prof was TEACHING, within THIRTY MINUTES. everything is possible.
almost three days ago you sensed that something was up. all symptoms, your smell, the mood swings. they were all indicating one thing: you were nearing your heat. it hadn't been pretty, the last time. you had just got a job and not willing to take a leave so soon, you decided to go to work anyway.
one of the worst and dumbest decisions of your life, really. so many eyes were averted to you the moment you entered the office. if it wasn't for your beta colleague who told you it was alright to take leaves during your heat cycle, you would've been eaten alive at that place. or worse, you might would have let that happen without a sign of protest.
but this time, you were so certain about not even peeking out of your apartment door. you filled your snacks, groceries, everything you would need and locked yourself up. half, because you didn't want the neighbours to be aware of your state, and rest so you couldn't be drawn to an alpha.
which is why you were in this condition, right now. your heat is so uncontrollable, it's making you shiver. literally. masturbation isn't helping, you don't own any toys, nor do you have anyone to share the heat with. it's getting worse every second, so bad that you start hearing voices.
or is someone actually calling?
struggling, you walk up to your window from where you could hear a distant voice, which feels more clear once you open the glass.
you momentarily forget about your heat when you see what's going on below. there's a fire truck and a lot of people around it, most of them looking at you. it frightens you for a second, but then you hear it. the fire alarms going off, the fireman with a loud speaker telling you that they're getting a ladder to help you. there's a fire breakout in your building, and you're so unaware.
you run across your room and feel the door knob. it's warm. so the only way for you to get out is through the window. you look down again, but there's no sign of a ladder that could get to you. that's when you start to panic. taken how hot the door knob felt, the fire is getting into your apartment any minute now.
the city never stops. nor does the crime, nor does an apha hero's rut. others might have the option to lock themselves up, but not peter. and yes, he was more dangerous during his rut, but he had a city to look after. if nothing, his anger only came handy during these times.
while he was swinging around patrolling, someone told spider-man that there was a fire outbreak in the west avenue apartment building, so he headed there without another thought.
when he got to the place, most of the people scattered away due to his strong smell. on politely asking the fireman, he found that most of the residents had been safely rescued, except one on the topmost floor.
he looked up to your window, and felt something. it was an omega in her heat. he could smell it, and knew that none of the people over there could. he knew what he had to do. shooting his webs as high as he could, peter swung up to your window and the smell only grew.
you, on the other hand, weren't sure if you were relieved to see the hero who came to your rescue, or scared to see alpha with a rut smell so strong.
your body had already started being attracted to him, but somehow you managed to stay frozen at your spot as he took a good long look at you, making you shiver. then, without a warning, he wrapped an arm around your waist and the next moment you were falling through your window.
the sudden motion made you tightly cling onto him, but your heat made you stay.
you saw as he swung you away from the crowd around your building, and you were just grateful he didn't leave you with so many of them. you felt safe with him, at the moment. the heat radiating from his body was adding to your own, your thirst for him blinding your sense of judgement, and as if on purpose, you lightly grinded your hip against his. he let out a growl and pulled you closer to himself. “i- i'm sorry i didn't mean to—” he cut you off with a hush. “i'm taking you to my place. can i? please?” he asked but that desperation you had been trying to hide so much was audible in his voice.
“yes…i need you” you choked out and no sooner felt a bulge against your clothed heat. even his smell had intensified when you felt him enter you and himself through an open window. with your heat at its peak and an alpha so close to you, that too in his rut, you couldn't care less about the fact that you were in spiderman's apartment.
your clothes and his spandex suit were both discarded the moment you had your feet on the ground as your lips met his in a kiss. there was nothing chaste, nothing gentle about the kiss. all you knew was how wet you were for him and how hard he was for you.
“are you sure about this?” you felt the need to ask him, only now being aware that he had taken off his mask. he didn't look much older than you. hazel eyes, brown hair, plump lips, and a godlike torso. you felt strangely attracted to this alpha, but only blamed it on your heart.
“i am,” he nodded quickly “lemme help you.” and with that he dived into another kiss with you. you felt him walk more into you and you stepped backwards, never breaking the kiss, until you found yourself falling against his mattress.
his hands ran all over your body while his tongue explored every inch of your mouth. never had someone been so gentle yet so hungry for you. only providing further access to his tongue, you let out a light gasp when he cupped your core in his cool fingers. he easily slipped
two of his digits into you, your eagerness pooling out of you was only making it easier as he started thrusting his fingers faster.
adding to the brutally quick movement of his fingers, he shifted down and pulled your thighs over his shoulder before he attacked your pussy with his tongue. your body was already so shamefully ready for him, it merely took him a minute to get you close.
your moans and his grunts were filling the silence of the room, and just as you were about to cum, he withdrew his fingers and tongue, making you whine. “don't worry, little omega,” he husked out as he lined his length against your throbbing heat “i know it's not the fingers that you need. but you're gonna get my cock as much as you need it.” he told you as he pushed into you so hard it made you scream.
he bent over and held you as closer to himself as possible while you adjusted to his delicious length. and as soon as you did, he started moving inside you. if it was another day, he would've gone slow.
but with a heated omega having his cock buried in her, along with his own rut going on, his sense of judgement was blinded. just like the time when he took the spontaneous decision of bringing her to his place, and like the moment he decided to take his mask off. all he knew was that he wanted to fuck this omega her brains out.
so he did. it didn't take long for him to speeden up, the sounds made by the other only encouraged him more. having someone to satisfy his hunger when he least expected it was a dream, really, and you did it for him. not long after, you felt yourself getting closer again. what you didn't know, was that spider-man felt it way earlier than you did. all he had to do was add a little more stimulus on your nerves with his thumb and there you were, gushing all your heat out as you came under him.
it took almost three hours, and eight orgasms from you before he finally reached his own high. your body, though immensely satisfied, now almost felt lifeless but he continued his assault nonetheless.
“just give me this last one, just this one” he told you for the third time tonight, and you obviously had no choice but to surrender yourself under his stamina. this one however, was actually the last one, because after it you felt him take his length out of you and shed his cum all over yourself.
taken how much he had exhausted you, you didn't exactly care about where he came. all you saw was how he collapsed next to you the next moment and pulled you closer so your back flushed against his chest. you hazily saw him pull up the covers upto the two of you, one of his large hands cupping your breast. and then you were out.
the next morning, it was peter who woke up, and it took him a second to remember the events of last night. he absent mindedly ran his fingers through your hair and pulled them behind your ear as he heard your soft sleepy breathes. and then he saw it. right behind your ear was a symbol. a black widow spider. just like the one he has on his arm.
and that's when he knew, you were meant to be his.
so we all agree "mike wheeler is the heart of the group" is bullshit, right?
we all agree that it is will byers instead right?
in season 1, everyone banded together (and found el) to find will.
in season 2, will was more than happy about max joining the party. but guess who wasn't? mike wheeler.
in season 2, everyone worked together to help will.
in season 3, mike was literally going away from his friend group to make out with el at all given times.
in season 3, we saw will being the only one who stayed till the very end when dustin returned because he missed his friend.
in season 3, will just wanted all of his friends to spend time TOGETHER (because let's be real, will would've been so happy just doing whatever, not only d&d, as long as all six of them were together. just look at how excited he was when they all were about to leave for the hill)
in season 3, will let go of his very rightful anger towards his friends who kept ignoring what he had to say, because he thinks it's for the betterment of the group.
in season 3, will is even willing to let go of his own interests (playing D&D) if it meant his friends would still spend time with him whenever he returned to hawkins next.
in season 4, max, lucas, dustin and mike are literally falling apart because they're all too into their heads (and i don't really blame them here - especially not lucas and max). mike and dustin weren't even that supportive of lucas joining basketball when his reasons of doing so were extremely valid.
in season 4, mike is quite literally having relationship problems with el by not being able to say "i love you" (and the confession scene doesn't seem to have done much either because why is el still not talking to him at the end?)
in season 4, will brushes aside his own feelings for mike and instead focuses on helping mike and el get back together because he loves them both dearly and he just wants to see them happy together.
in season 4, mike only really confesses after will byers pushes him to. shouldn't it have been mike's instinct which "really kicked in" when he sees his loved one is in danger?
