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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗢𝗨𝗧 (sᴍᴜᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ)

pairing: dark!project x!wolverine x government employee!reader

warnings: held to work, reader on her period, project x gone wild, killing, hunting/sniffing down, rough sex, oral (fem receiving), creampie, kidnapped, new life, etc.

note: we wish…

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𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Y/n ran faster after hearing the guard and then yelled right after. She knew Project X had killed them. She was scared she was next.

As Logan was fighting, he was fixated on sniffing y/n out. He knew which way she ran, but had to track her down from the way she smelt.

Every second that passed, she smelt better. He’s never smelt that smell in his life, yet, he needed it like he’s had it every day of his life.

Y/n finally made it to her room, closing and locking her door. She hoped he didn’t know where she slept. He shouldn’t. He’s never been outside of that room.

As time went by, it got quiet. The guards yelling at least. The alarms were still going off, but at least the yelling was gone, right? That means they got him. Right?

Y/n said on her bed, looking at the door to be prepared, but nothing happened. No one was near, she thought.

The young lady sighed as she turned her head. As soon as her eyes left the door, it was kicked open. Y/n screamed as she jumped further onto her bed, head turning towards the door.

“Augh,” he growled low with a smirk as he fixed his posture and walked into y/n’s room slowly. How did he know where she was? The man closed the girl's door, locking it, which she thought was going to be impossible by the way he kicked it open.

She thought kicking it open was impossible, but forgot, the door was light metal. Metal he would definitely be able to get through.

“P-Please don’t hurt me. Please! I-I’ll do anything! I’ll break you out. I swear!” Y/n said as her back hit the wall as she stayed on her bed. He ignored her offer, still grinning at her as he stepped closer.

“Please — What do you want from me!?” She yelled at him, pissed off that he won’t speak. Why is he coming after her? How did he find her?

Without answering her, Logan lunged at her. She screamed in the most horrific scream she’s ever screamed. She thought her life was over until he heard the man laugh.

Y/n’z eyes opened looking at what he was laughing at. He was laughing at her. Was he going to laugh while he shredded her body?

“What are you laughing at? Just get it over it!” She yelled in his face. He liked how feisty she got. Actually, he loved how feisty she was. Even though he hated how he got, it looked hot on her. Watching her yell, turned him on even more.

Logan ignored her again as he slowly moved down her body. She watched him, looking directly into his eyes, not knowing what he was going to do.

That was until he sniffed and groaned with his eyes shut tightly. “That’s where it’s comin’ from,” his raspy voice spoke before he ripped at y/n’s work jeans. They were thick, but no match for him.

Y/n screamed, shook at his actions and even his sentence became he’s never spoken around her. She was convinced he couldn’t speak.

Y/n thought she couldn’t be more surprised until the muscular and sweaty man ripped her panties off. She went to yell at him, but her voice got trapped in her mouth after he buried his face in between her thighs.

Y/n’s back arched, not able to speak for the first few seconds until she finally let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back to the point it slightly hurt.

“F-Fuck!” She screamed, head finally popping up to look down and in between her legs. “Fuck — No! No, please!” She kept screaming, but her voice sounded more cracked.

The man growled on her heat, slurping and slobbering all over cunt.

He didn’t know what came to him. He didn’t know why he loved the smell and taste of her. Years ago, he’d get icky when women said they were on their period, but something about being locked up for years and his mutant abilities being boosted made it impossible for him not to have a taste.

“N-No,” y/n’s back arched again, trying to close her legs, but the man used his huge hands to keep her legs separated. He knew she was close. He needed that smell over on his and in his mouth.

The man mumbled on her cunt, praising her but she couldn’t hear him. Her head went blank as she came undone all over his face.

If this was a normal human, he for sure would’ve drowned, but not Logan. He wished he could drown in her sweet juice.

“Fuuck, bub,” the man groaned as he leaned up, now moving over her until he was face to face with her. Her head was laid back on her sheets. He knew he drained her, but he needed more.

“Don’t pass out on me, princess. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten my cock wet, and you’re gonna be the first to drench it,” he said as he leaned back and off of her bed.

He was covered in blood. All of the guards and y/n’s. He thought it would be mindful to wet a towel in her room and wash his face off. He wanted her to faint from the good fuck he was about to give her. Nothing else.

“You know, baby? I always wanted to break outta here — But after I saw you? Fuck — I saw no need,” Logan said as he crawled back over y/n, sniffing up her body. “Not at all,”

“P-Please,” y/n’s low voice spoke. She was tired and needed to rest. It’s been a long week, and the way he just ate her out, made it longer. She’s on the line of passing out. “D-Don’t hurt me,”

“Ian gonna hurt you, bub. Gonna fill you up then get us outta here,” Logan said as he pulled his jeans down, freeing his cock. She had no idea what was going on or what he was saying. She was out of it.

“You’ve been comin’ in my little room for a month. You talk a lot, but I never mind. I find it shitty how these people could keep a pretty thing like you trapped in here with an animal like me,”

“Maybe it’s my luck — Just know, Ian, leavin’ heat without you. You belong to me now,” the man said. What was he talking about? Y/n was so confused that she felt pressure in between her legs.

The man let pour a shaky groan, feeling the young woman squeeze him tighter than he thought she could. It’s been a year, but he worse if it hadn’t, she’d still feel this amazing to him.

“Fuckin’ hell, y/n,” Logan spoke, triggering her slow-thinking mind. How did he know her name? “Have you been restricted from sex for decades too? You’re so fucking tight, fuck,” Logan was surprised.

“T-Too much — Too much!” Y/n gained some energy back to cry out and slap at his upper body. “Ah huh? Really? Can’t take a cock, baby? Can’t take my cock, baby?” Logan sounded more aggressive by the second.

“Been locked up for so long, I don’t give a fuck if I break you. I’ll put you back together, don’t worry. But you wouldn’t stay fixed for long,” he chuckled as y/n struggled to hold her moans.

“Cryin’ on my cock — Might be my new favorite thing, bub,” he said as he looked at her face. She looked so pretty. He wondered how she’d look with his huge cock in his mouth.

Ever since she stepped into his experimental room with one of her dress uniforms, he’s been feeling something for her. She was pretty, and after hearing her speak to him for weeks without him saying anything back, he fell in love with how smart she was.

Now that’s a woman he’s wanted for years…

“F-Fuck,” y/n gripped his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin. He loved the slight pain she gave him. “Names Logan, baby. Moan my name,” Logan said in a desperate voice.

She was confused. His quick switches confused her. “Moan my fuckin’ name before I stuck your ass neck,” he threatened. The man looked down, looking at the way his cock was coated in her blood and cum. She was a squirted and creamer.

“L-Logan,” she cried out, scared he was going to fuck her ass like he threatened. As much of a monster he seemed like now, he didn’t want to hurt her. He knew anal was something he’d have to get her comfortable with one day.

“Logan,” she moaned again, even if he didn’t ask for it. She was so close. Again. “That’s it, bub — Got me so fuckin’ close,” he snapped his hips, building the perfect rhythm to fuck her in.

Watching her mouth part and eyes cross as they rolled back was the last straw. The man’s hips stuttered, wanting y/n he was going to cum in her.

She wanted to freak out, but she couldn’t. She just laid there, moaning his name as she released on him again.

“Oh, fuck!” The man shouted as he spilled in her. Cumming at the same time wasn’t something he was expecting, but that was it for him. He was officially tied to her.

Logan wanted to speak to y/n. Ask her if she felt good, but he noticed she had passed out. “Once you wake up, you’ll be home,” he said, knowing exactly where he was heading.

Logan had slipped one of y/n’s nightgowns on her before picking her up and carrying her through the halls, avoiding the guards who were looking for him. They had cameras everywhere, yet the guards on duty tonight were fucking idiots.

Once they made it out, he ran through the street, trying to find a bus that would leave the city. After running around for too long, he decided to break into a drunk, placing y/n in the back and then driving off before anyone stopped him.

“We’re here, bub,” Logan spoke, hours away from Washington. His parents owned a cabin in the woods next to a highway in Oklahoma.

He knew it would be hard, but he was keeping y/n. He couldn’t let anyone else get what he smelled off of her. He was wild for her.

obsession w/ sunday

inspired by @yandere-romanticaa's fic! Tehee your works are so eye opening 0.0 <333 I licherally haven't created a yandere content for such a looong time lolol let's see if I can still pull this off lmao

WARNING/S: Yandere, Obsessive Behavior

Unwanted children

"You Guys Always Act Like You're Better Than Me?"

Silvery Moon

Attn: Any questions about this post refer here.

Word Count: 1,707

Pairing: Werewolf! Clark Kent x Reader

Summary: You and Clark have been best friends forever one night he reveals a secret to you.

Warnings: scenting, 18+, oral (female receiving), rough/primal sex (p in v), belly bulge, marking, mentions of breeding, creampie, knotting, squirting

You and Clark Kent had been neighbors and best friends for as long as your could remember. You were adults now and you lived in your parent’s old house, them having gave it to you and retired to a tropical climate. He lived in the farm house, now owner and operator of Kent Farms, the most successful farming company in Smallville.

You were his logistics person, handling all the shipping and freight details. You two were so close people often wondered why the two of you weren’t married yet with a yard full of kids. Honestly you often wondered the same. You’d loved Clark for so many years now, and sometimes it felt like he loved you too, but he kept you at arm’s length for some reason. It made you ache, but you knew just as well as anyone else you can’t make someone love you.

You two pretty much knew everything about one another aside from one thing. You had no idea where Clark went for about a week every month. He made sure someone knew how to run things in his absence but never gave a single hint of where he’d be.

The week was upon you and like always poof, he was gone. You’d gotten used to it over the years but you couldn’t help but wonder why all the mystery surrounding his monthly sabbaticals.

That night you sat out in your porch, looking a the huge silvery moon and could hear a wolf howling in the distance. It was late and you figured now was as good a time as any for bed so you headed in and fell into a deep sleep. You’d been out a few hours when you heard frantic knocking at your door. It startled and disoriented you so badly you hadn’t even thought to cover yourself before you threw open the door, so there you stood in your thin tank top and panties in front of a very disheveled Clark.

“Clark what- what’s wrong?,” you said, taking him in. He was shirtless, pants legs all torn, his hair and beard had a few twigs of debris in them, and a thin sheen of sweat covered his entire body. When you looked into his eyes his baby blues seemed to be alight, although perhaps that was just a trick of the bright moonlight shining over him. “Clark,” you whispered.

He seemed to snap out of his trance and advanced on you, backing you into the wall in your entryway, caging you between his arms. He buried his face in your neck and inhaled deeply. A deep growl rumbled from his chest. “You smell so good Butterfly. Always smell so good,” he rasped as the hair of his beard tickled your skin. You gasped when he pressed his hips into yours and you felt his hard cock against you. “Clark, what’s going on?,” you asked taking his face in your hands. You looked into his eyes and they were definitely glowing.

You looked at him confusedly. “I need to leave,” he said through gritted teeth. “Why?,” you asked. “Because of what I am and what you are to me,” he strained. “What do you mean?,” you asked, desperate to understand. “I’m a werewolf, Butterfly. It’s why I go away during the full moon. It’s why I stay away for a week, while I’m in rut,” he panted as he rocked his hips into yours gently. You were still just as confused as ever when he leaned in an inhaled your scent again, groaning deeply. His fingers flexed so hard against the wall he was digging into it.

“I- it’s okay, Clark,” you assured him. You didn’t care what he was, you still loved him. “You don’t understand. You’re my mate. I’ve kept myself away because I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “Clark, you’d never hurt me,” you told him. “Normally I wouldn’t but when I’m like this… Once I start I won’t be able to be gentle, Butterfly. I won’t be able to make love to you like I’d like to. All there’ll be is need. Need to bury myself deep into you, need to mark you, need to breed you. Usually I chain myself up, use toys, and wish like hell they were you, but tonight I broke loose. I ran away but I could still smell you, and now here I am, exactly where I shouldn’t be,” he told you.

“Or maybe it’s right where you should be,” you breathed, everything suddenly making so much sense to you now. All the years of longing for him, needing him. No way you were going to let him go now. “You’d have me like this?,” he asked as he cupped your jaw, his touch setting your skin on fire. “I’d have you any way you are Clark. I love you. I’ve always loved you,” you said as you clung to him.

“I’ve always loved you too,” he said before crashing his lips into yours with a bruising kiss. He lifted you from the floor, you wrapping your legs around him, as he carried you to the bedroom. He ripped your clothes off before ridding himself of his pants. When you saw his cock your heart rate accelerated. “I’m not sure it’ll fit,” you told him, as you ran your hands over it. You noticed the distinct bump all the way around the base of it. “What’s this?,” you asked. “My knot. You’ll take it, and all the rest of me, Butterfly. It was meant for you, and your soaked little pussy was meant for me. I can smell how wet you are already,” he groaned as he got on top of you.

He kissed your lips, then your neck. He took some time sucking and nipping at your breasts before all but shoving his tongue into your cunt. “Clark,” you moaned. “Mmmm,” he groaned, sending the vibration through you. He lapped up to your clit before returning to your entrance. “Best thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmured before diving back in. He began stroking your clit with his thumb while somehow shoving his tongue deeper into you. “Uhhh Clark. I’m gonna come,“ you keened. “Come on my mouth,” he encouraged before continuing. Just then your cunt clamped down on his tongue, him humming in approval.

He licked all the way back up your body before lining up with your tight hole. He eased in, gritting his teeth. When he got nearly halfway in he leaned back, grabbed your hips and slammed the rest of the way into you, making you cry out. There was such a carnal lust in his eyes that you should’ve been frightened, but you weren’t. Sure it hurt a bit, but this was years in the making, you loved him, and wanted to take whatever he had to give.

He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, taking your breath away. He looked at the way your belly bulged, full with his length and began rutting into you furiously. “Ohh. You take me so well Butterfly. Such a good little mate. This cunt was made for me. Looks and feels so perfect wrapped around me,” he mumbled. All you could do was whine and cry beneath him as you held onto his wrists. You turned your head and bit down on your knuckle, trying to contain yourself when he grabbed your hand and pinned it down to the bed.

“I want to hear every little sound,” he demanded. You whimpered, knowing the beast had taken over. He wouldn’t ease up. He began thumbing at your clit and it helped somewhat. It took awhile but pain finally ebbed into pleasure. “That’s it. Take it like the good little mate that you are Butterfly. I knew you’d always be so good for me,” he praised. He leaned down and kissed you hungrily right before you came, your thighs shaking around him. “Shit,” you whimpered. “I’m so close baby. Gonna give you my knot and mark you when I come,” he said airily.

“Mark?,” you managed. He turned your head and ran his fingertips over the side of your throat. “Right here. Gonna bite into you right here. Let everybody know you’re mine,” he growled. The thought both scared and enthralled you. He pushed into you so deep, rutting in. With a few more thrusts you came again, squirting lightly around his massive cock. He pulled out quickly, putting his face between your legs again to taste your nectar. “Clark,” you screamed as his ministrations made you come again.

“Fuck yes,” he growled before slamming back into you. “Come here,” he said as he snatched you up and sat back on his knees. He slammed you down onto to him as he thrusted into you. You could feel his knot trying to push up into you. “Clark I-,” you stammered. “Shhh, baby. Shhh,” he said between kisses as he continued. His knot finally worked its way in, the overwhelming feeling making you quake.

“Gonna come,” he roared before biting down on you. You cried out, unimaginable pain and pleasure washing over you as his cock began to pulse. You could feel the thick, hot ropes of his come filling you fuller than you’d ever been. “So much,” you groaned in your fucked out stated. He lapped at the bite marks on your neck while playing with your clit. You shivered as you came one last time. He positioned you around so he could curl up behind you until his knot went down.

He held you so close, kissing the side of your face, neck and shoulder as you shook in his arms. “You did so good Butterfly. Thank you. Thank you for letting me have you, for loving me. I love you so much,” he said softly against your skin. “I love you so much too Clark,” you smiled happily. “Rest now, baby. After my knot goes down I’ll get you some nourishment and it won’t be long until I need you again,” he told you. “I’ll be ready,” you whispered before drifting off to sleep.

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