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MAJOR SPOILERS, lot of the scenes are from the show, light angst, Grace is a virgin, cum eating, creampie, mentions of breeding
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Grace Rocky [Name]
The day is finally here. All of you are currently in the spaceship 5km away from entering Adriens’ atmosphere.
“Time go fishing, question?”
“It's now or never.”
“Alright Rock, lower it”
Rocky lowers the amoeba catcher mechanism that he had built with Xenonite.
“30000 meters, broke signal” Rocky soon pushed a button that connects with the catcher — opening the cases to be filed with the amoeba.
You and Grace stands up from your seats and go to prepare to collect the catcher. “Now comes the fun part.” “Grace and [Name] go out to retrieve the collector. No fun at all”
“It's a joke.” “Oh, humour. Confusing.”
You and Grace went outside the spaceship, out to the bright green sky and clouds. The harsh weather almost made Grace slip, but before he could -- you caught him before he does.
"Holy.." you said as you look at the sky
"What problem, question?" "It's fine.. It's just that the sky is slightly on fire.."
"Words of encouragement." "You cant just say 'words of encouragement." You hear them bicker over the intercom as you hooked yourself and Grace onto a steady beam on the base of the spaceship.
The banter started to get annoying until Rocky responded to Grace with something that made you chuckle. “Words of great encouragement-” “-Nope.”
. A part of the ship that was on fire due to it being dragged through the atmosphere of Adrien started to creak, making you and Grace stumble a bit.
“You feel that?” “Yup..” “Yes.” “‘M not worried. You worried?”
“Mhm.. Yup definitely!” “Yes.”
“Great.”
You and Grace started to move closer to where the collected was hanging off on “This is.. Terrifying..” all of your thoughts were cut off by Rocky speaking through the intercom.
“Collector is closed.” Grace indicated for you to start up the mechanism to pull up the collector and you nodded in response. You banged on the object until it got started, pulling the collector up.
“How long is it supposed to take?—”- The collector bangs on the ship, you yelped at the loud noise
“Collector should be here soon.” “Yup.” “Amaze, amaze, amaze”
Grace took the collector, almost dropping it and you help pull him up to a higher platform. “Careful, collector important.” “Yep.” You both started to make your way to the entrance of the spaceship. The monitor in front of Rocly started to blare out ‘ALTITUDE LOW’ and to that, Rocky called out “Oh hurry, hurry.”
On the way back, a piece of the ship snapped off and flew into Grace, making him unconscious for a while. “Grace! Shit!” You quickly went to him, checking up on him.
“Grace is safe?” Grace sits up “He’s alright!” “Good, good, good. Come inside with the collector now.” You went and looked for the collector — seeing it dangling under the spaceship. “Oh..” “Why not moving. Question?”
WARNING! EXTERNAL TEMPERATURE INCREASING
“Let's move now, go” Grace and you stared at the collector and Rocky sees you both doing so through the walls. “No [Name], Grace. Bad idea, come inside”
“I can make it.” “-wait no—” “No, no, no. [Name] die. You can repeat mission. You can try again later.”
“No, I'm doing this—”
“I'm jumping off either ways, so either you go back to Rocky or we both die and leave him alone!” You shouted
“You can help me with the rope or something, idonknow.” You said oddly calm while sliding off the higher platform to get a better view of the collector. Grace hesitates for a few seconds “Fuck it..” before grabbing your rope and tying it very tightly to the beam.
“Abort, abort, abort! [Name] will die! No, no, no, no—” Rocky was cut off with you jumping off and barely catching the collector.
Grace pulls you up but before he can finish doing so, a spark of the flames in the sky hits your rope, immediately cutting the incredibly strong rope with intense heat. You threw the collected to Grace, hitting him in the face with it and tossing him back. “[Name]!” he goes to the edge seeing you barely hanging on to the spaceship with the heavy spacesuit and the gravitational pull of the planet pulling you down ever so slightly.
“Ah, Damn..!” Grace immediately tries to pull you up “Keep the collector safe and go inside! Now!” “But—!” “—Go!” Grace tries to argue but it goes nowhere with you repelling every attempt at him trying to help. You flash him a soft smile through the struggles of getting back up to reassure him.
“Grace, listen to [Name]. Go, go, go” With no other option, Grace reluctantly went to the entrance of the airlock with the collector in hand.
You struggle and struggle to get back up on the ship, but to no avail. You felt your strength slowly withering away as your grip on the edge became looser. “Damn it.! I can't.. Too,, heavy..” you try and try to get up but the weight of your suit keeps you from doing so.
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before letting go of the edge. But instead of falling to your death, you felt two hands holding yours. Opening your eyes and looking up — it was Grace, trying to pull you back up.
“Grace.!”
“You're not dying on me!”
Hope filled your mind and you quickly reached out to hold Grace and back to the edge of the spaceship, climbing back up to the ship.
“Well, we’re not dead so yes.. Where is that noise coming from??”
“From all around—”
“Enough chitchat, we need to get out of here..” you said after leaving the airlock and rushing toward the cockpit, trying to fly the ship away from the planet.
After high enough in space, you closed the rocket thrusters — the sudden absence of gravitational force made objects fly into the air.
“We did it?” “We did it.” Grace assured you and held your hand tightly.
That is until the seatbelt of Grace’s seat and Rocky’s device that he calls a camera fell into a different way, as if it was pulled by a force of gravity.
“That ain't good..”
The three of you were caught off guard as the ship starts to fall into the planets atmosphere and slowly spins uncontrollably.
“Why ship moving, question?”
“There’s a hole in it!”
“[Name]! What happening, question!?”
“The fuel is migrating to Adrien!”
“Eject damaged compartment, question?”
“Now.!”
Both you and Grace try to reach the monitors that were needed to eject the damaged part of the ship, struggling as another explosion caused the ship to spin. In the end, Grace managed to press the button and eject the compartment.
But doing so, made the ship lopsided due to the loss of weight and caused Grace to whiplash into the monitors in front of him, severely concussing him. You in the other hand managed to catch yourself before you get the same treatment.
“Grace,, No! Fuck!”
With great difficulty, you went and pushed the button for the centrifuge. Once the spaceship had stabilized, you and Rocky immediately went to go check on Grace.
“Fuck, Grace wake up! Please wake up!” he opened his eyes slightly. “You're alive! Don't worry, Rocky and I will take care of you!” You brought him to the medical bay and left Armando to take care of Grace while you and Rocky watched carefully from the sidelines.
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“Eye movement detected.”
Grace groaned as the blinding sterile lights hit his eyes, he took off his oxygen mask and looks around to see you right by his side writing down something in your notebook. You quickly stood up and squeezed Grace's hand.
“You're awake.! Thank god..” you went up to pull him into a warm embrace. Grace tucked his head under your chin, hearing your heartbeats — soothing him. “I thought I lost you for a bit there..” When you pulled back, the space between you and Grace was awfully close to the point that you could feel his breath on your lips.
“Glad to see you're safe..”
“Yea.. Are you alright? Anywhere that hurts?” you ask with concern
“Just a bit of a headache.. But I'm fine.”
You both just sit there staring at each other before Grace decided to close the gap and welcomed you with a soft kiss. The first ever intimate contact you both had with another human in over a decade. The sweet and soft kiss soon turned hungry as you pinned Grace to the bed below him.
You trailed your kisses lower and lower until you hit his stomach area where his happy trail was left unshaven. You looked up at Grace for permission to go even lower that he gave. You pulled down his pants and drawers to reveal a half-hard dick. You gave it some kisses before replacing your mouth with your hand as you went deeper to his ring of muscle.
Your tongue swipes over his rim a few times before pushing him, making Grace let out a soft moan. As he eases more into it, you push your tongue deeper and deeper — making sure you savour the taste. Grace grinds his hips closer to your face, relishing the feeling of your tongue. You focus your hand on Grace’s cock, making sure he has had his fill and soon spills all over himself and on the medical bed.
“Mgh- ahh, damn.. That felt nice..”
As you were done stretching him out, you once again kissed him. Grace whines into the kiss as you explore his mouth. As you two parted, a string of saliva connects between your mouths.
“[Name].. Can you please..” Grace whines again as he tugs on the waistband of your pants. “Can you fuck me already.?”
You spend no time taking off any remaining pieces of clothing on you and Grace, leaving both of you bare and vulnerable.
“If I were to be honest, I've never done this before..” Grace confesses
“Don't worry about it, I'll guide you along the way. Alright?” You pressed your foreheads together as he pulled you into another kiss. Grace becomes more eager as you guide him down to your cock. Now he sits on the floor and giving kitten licks to your dick.
“Go at your own pace, no need to rush.” You said after Grace tries to take you whole, causing him to choke — tears welling in his eyes. You chuckled as you wiped his tears away. Grace started to hollow out his cheeks and begin bobbing his head up and down, and stroking the length that he could not fit in his mouth with his hand. Your hand reaches to his head and slightly pull on his hair as you slowly reach your climax.
You pulled him off when you shot your load down in his throat, your cum leaking out from his swollen lips. “How's-hah, it taste?”
“So,, good” he said in between swallowing your load left in his mouth. “You’re still hard? Let me help you with that hm?”
You pulled him back up onto the bed and letting him lay down. “Please.. Fuck me [Name]..” You guide your tip against his rim before pushing in.
“My-my hahh-mmngh, oh my god..” Grace moaned out. You waited a few minutes before slowly going back and forth. “Fuck,, Grace.. You're so goddamn tight..” He grips your biceps as you started to quicken your pace.
“Mmm- ah.. You're sooo deep..” he mewls out as he feels the bulge on his stomach with his hand and stares at it as it disappears and reappears as you continue to fuck him.
You leaned in to kiss him and Grace immediately wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Your hands trail down to go to his legs and lift them up and deepen your thrusts. “AH- [Na-[Name],, I'm close again.. Wh-ah.. Ohh god,, it feels so good.. Nnngh.” his overstimulated cock rubs in between both of your torsos, making him moan louder.
“Cum f’ me, Grace.. I-im close too..”
“Can,, can you c-cum inside..? Please..” Grace asks shyly “Yeah? You want me to breed you?” Grace nods as his lets go of your shoulder to hold up his legs much higher, placing soft kisses all over his red face. And as to his request, you finished inside of him, filling him up to the brim with your load. His stomach swells with the amount of cum you've pumped in Grace.
“Mhmmm.. S-so full..”
You laid down on Grace's chest, listen bing to his quick heartbeats, before you hear a rustling noise outside the med bay. You both sit up from your resting positions.
“Grace and [Name] okay, question?”
“Rocky! Yup were fine— don't! Please don't come in! We're kinda busy. Uh just wait!” Grace yelled out as you cleaned him up and quickly out on some clothes that were scattered on the ground.
“Were Grace and [Name] mating?”
“…” “Uh..”
“Rocky can see through wall. Human male mate with other male, question?”
“Sometimes..”
“Wow, advance. Is Grace going to bear child, question?”
“Rocky—” “Yes.!”
“Wait— what? No, Rocky I am not—”
“Amaze, amaze, amaze.”
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Im taking a big nap after this fic.. and also started to play r1999 again and got so lucky back to back to back
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Grace Rocky [Name] Eva Stratt
oml this has been in my drafts for WEEKS/ a month... Also, This fix is long AS FUCK. Just a wee bit of a warning and will be making a part 2 yey. Will have smut in part 2
"Yea sure,, I'll join." Reluctance filled your voice, crossing both of your arms together, your leg bouncing up and down and slumping further into the seat — pulling your eyes away from Eva’s never-ending eye contact.
Being on the other side of the table with your employer, Eva Stratt — made you nervous and it shows in your tone.
You are tasked to be the plan B of the Project Hail Mary, being a second chance if anything goes wrong with the main team of the said project.
“Who else would be coming along with me?”
“Since you've shown an impressive mastery in piloting and skilled Science Specialist this project, you will be alone-”
“Wait-wait-wait, what? Huh? Alone?? Is there a reason for this?”
“The project has already lost most of their valuable units, and we do not plan to risk anymore lives. With that, we decided to gather an individual who is skilled in multiple areas.”
“Please do remain calm. In the near future, should the project progress successfully or if any of the key crew members survive, you will have the opportunity to convene and collaborate to expedite the discovery of the factors preventing Tau Ceti from being eradicated by the Astrophages.” Eva explained.
You said nothing as anxiety filled you. “Shit.”
Waking up from an 11-year coma, a robotic voice echoed throughout the room. You tried to move, but due to years of not using your muscles made it almost impossible to do so.
“What is 2 + 2?” the robotic voice asked.
You open your eyes to a pristine white room, with a robotic mechanism observing you. You try to scream, but your voice is hoarse — eyes darting around erratically. “Eye movement detected. What is 2 + 2?” it repeated.
Wiggling out of your restraints, you force your muscles to move, making your attempt at running away result in you falling onto the cold ground. “Ah-fuck,!” you manage to yell out.
You stumbled onto your feet, frantically searching for an object to protect yourself with — finding a metal ruler, you point it at the robot “what-wha… what the fuck..?!” you gasped out despite being out of breath.
You ran to the cockpit of the spaceship, where you mostly spent your time memorizing every button that was displayed.
You sigh “Guess I have to get used to this all over again.”
You turn to a monitor that shows where you are in your expedition, indicating that you are somewhat close to Tau Ceti.
“Huh.. Not that bad?” The clicking of the buttons stopped when you noticed something at the corner of your eye outside the spaceship. It looked like a giant spaceship made of a geode-like material. Your eyes trace and follow the long extension that seemed to be semi-attached to.. "Holy- wait,, that's another spaceship.! That's gotta be them! Hey-uh spaceship voice, is that one of us?” you asked the A.I of the ship.
“Yes. That is a spaceship apart of NASA’s Project Hail Mary.” The robotic voice confirms.
“Yes yes yes- that's good! Alright, let’s go!” you point to the ship as if you were a pirate on a sailing ship.
“A pilot is needed to guide the spaceship to your destination.”
“Oh right,-” You sat on the seat that is designated for the pilot of this spaceship.
“Alright let’s go, spaceship..robot, voice.. I really need to give you a name..”
“Blip-C detected, Blip-C detected.” Grace looked at the rock-like alien that was encased in a xenonite hamster ball “What are you sending now?”
“Rocky send nothing.” Rocky responded. And to that, Grace looks back and forth between Rocky and the monitor before running in a panic to the window to see what the ‘Blip-C’ was.
“Rocky sees another-”
“Spaceship.” Grace says breathlessly. Will he finally get to see — even interact with another human being that is not a corpse? All of his questions will be answered after the other spaceship attaches to the Hail Mary’s airlock.
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The Hail Mary's airlock had been sealed tight after the mysterious spaceship docked with the Hail Mary, and the astronaut who was piloting it entered the main spaceship out of the airlock.
“Uh,, hi! The names [Name]! Nice to see another person in ‘ere,” You extend your hand in for a handshake which Grace reluctantly obliged.
“Grace, Ryland Grace- wait hold up—are,, you also a part of the project?” Grace asked
“Yeah, Eva told me we could work together on getting to Tau Ceti,, so yeah.” you scratched the back of your neck. You felt a slight push at the back of your legs and you looked back to see a rock-like alien that seemed to be contained in a clear hexagonal ball.
“Oh my!- what are you?” You asked, fascinated, about the said alien while observing it. You soon picked it up with ease “What is human doing?” Rocky says in a panic “Please put Rocky down” Rocky requested.
“You'll be fine..” Grace reassured the alien.
“So.. Why did you decide to join the project? You seem like a normal-life typa guy, I mean, aren't you a teacher?” You questioned Grace while making your way to the cockpit.
“I didn't want to- well I did, that was before I knew that this is a suicide mission. Then, tried to run away, they caught me and here I am.” Grace whispers to you
You sat on the pilots chair “Pilot detected.”
“Oh.. But heyyy you'll be able to save the world, I mean like how cool is that? Being in the textbook of your student portrayed as the sole reason that they are alive.” You tried to lighten up the mood.
Grace chuckled “How are you so optimistic?”
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“No, do puppet show” “Yeah, do puppet show” You and Rocky both sits on the ground in front of the model of the plan to go to Tau Ceti’s planet.
“This is us,-” Grace lifts up a small spaceship made out of Xenonite by Rocky and starts to do puppetry with the said item. “we're yknow, flying long.The problem is, because the solar system is constantly moving, The Patrova line is going to constantly be moving— right? Am I still doing it? You still want it?”
“Yes, yes. Show time.” Rocky says as he bounces up and down in excitement as you sit silently chewing at the back of the pen you are holding, taking in the information that Grace gave.
“So we're not going to have time to get the sample—”
“No, no, no. Use planet gravity to move with the line—”
“—Like hanging out in orbit!” you shout out as you point your chewed-out pen.
Grace pauses before spewing out “I didn't think of that..”
“We did.” You and Rocky both said in unison.
After you and Grace both collected the Astrophage samples at Adrien, the three of you started to execute the experiment to investigate what was keeping the planet safe.
“Holy,, tha-thats..” You stammered “What? What Grace and [Name] see?”
“Life.”
After a bit more thinking, Rocky had come to a conclusion that- “Life on Adrien makes Astrophage die.”
“Like a predator?” You question which Rocky agreed “That would keep the population stable.” Grace stated.
“Grace! [Name]! If we bring predator home, our stars not die!”
“Life is reason star not die.. Why didn't you just say that?!”
You chuckle at the sight of the 2 bickering, putting a hand on Grace’s back. He immediately stiffens before soon melting into your touch.
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You three came up with the idea to go into Adrien’s atmosphere using a chain and collecter made by Rocky to fish out the amoeba. During the preparation, Grace slipped up and exposed about how both of you are going to be trapped in space until your time ran out.
“Wait, Grace and [Name] die? Question?”
“Yup.. When were done with all of this.. We're sorry, bud.” you say, putting your hand on top of Rocky’s ball.
“Why didn't tell?” Rocky asked. “I-we, we didn't want Rocky to be sad, yknow.. But-” Your hand reached out to hold Grace’s hand and holding it tightly “—we’ve made peace.”
"What mean? What mean make peace?"
"It means, we know were not going home, and we know why, and it's okay. Thumbs up?—” “—no.”
“Aw c'mon, even a tiny thumbs up?—” “—no.”
“We got stars to save.”
“Grace, [Name].”
“Hm?” “Yeah?”
“You both are #=%}#+. Need word.” You quickly went to the computer, while Grace tries to figure out what Rocky is trying to say.
“To risk self to help another.” To that, Grace quickly responded “Uh, dumb.” before looking at you with a certain stare. You understand him and typed in the word <brave>
Grace started walking to the sleeping quarters before Rocky asks “How much Astrophage you need. Question?”
“2 million kilograms.”
“I can give. I go home 6 years slower.”
“That-that’s too much, Rocky.” you quipped
“Rocky watched crew die, could not fix. Grace and [Name] say both will die, Rocky fix.”
A long silence stretched out as Grace came back and the shine of a star hits his face, showing his tear-stained face. You quickly went to Grace pulling him into a warm embrace with him hiding his face into your neck.
“C’mere Rocks.” You usher him to join in the hug which him being hesitant about it but does anyway.
CAN I REQUEST FOR TOM HOLLAND OR HIS PETER PARKER?
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smut MDNI, not proofread
Established relationship, strong language, mentions of making out, cum eating, semi-exhibitionism
sorry for it being so short, If I were tbh I've never seen any of Tom Holland’s movies or any Spiderman movies 0_O..
Peter finds you on a rooftop, sitting on the edge with your legs crossed. Looking at the full moon that was unobstructed by any of the buildings.
"Knew I would find you here,” Peter says as he walks closer — removing his mask and takes a seat beside you, letting his legs swing off the ledge. You in response — grab a hold of his waist, slightly pulling him closer to your form.
Peter leans toward your side and lays his head on your shoulder, enjoying your warmth. “You always liked looking at the moon.” Peter says under his breath, but you seem to be able to hear it.
“It’s far more enjoyable when I have you with me.” You cringed slightly at your quote — looking away bashfully while Peter chuckled at it. What you didn't notice, Peter was staring at your shy self, a sight that he barely ever sees.
It took you a long time to finally see Peter staring, and when you do — you stare back. The staring contest soon came to an end when you both closed the gap. Peter’s hands landed on your shoulders and you wrapped yours around his waist, you both touching each other as you both were touched starved of each other, the missions that you both were tasked with had separated both of you for at least a month.
Peter’s hand wandered around the pockets of your pants, trying to search for the condom he had stored in your pants earlier today. His hand wandered further to unbuckle your belt before pulling your pants and boxers down just enough to pull your cock out.
Peter spat on his hand to use his spit as a lubricant and stroked your dick with it. He pulls you into another kiss to muffle your grunts. He took the packet and slipped it between your teeth before tearing it open and rolling the condom onto your hard cock.
You helped Peter get out of his suit, tossing it aside and not wanting Peter to be cold — you took off your sweatshirt and gave it to Peter as he puts it on, the sweatshirt barely covering his ass. You groped his ass while pulling him into another make-out session. Your other free hand trailing down to go stroke Peter’s dick, stimulating him more.
“.Fu...damn [Name] just put it.. Just put it in..pl-pleasee..I already prepped- mngh.. myself..” Peter begs and whines as he is out of breath. You lined yourself up with his asshole, tip teasing his rim. You slowly pushed into Peter’s ass with ease with the amount of lube that slicked his hole as you bottomed out. A loud moan erupted from Peter’s mouth.
You waited for a sign for you to continue from Peter and when he gave you the go-ahead for you to continue, your pace quickened, drilling into him deeper and deeper. Peter’s nails digging into your back, leaving red marks that resemble crescent shapes and lines down your spine.
Lifting Peter's legs up and hooking them onto your shoulders to reach his g-spot — fucking and bruising his prostate. Peter's moans become louder as he was nearing his climax. “Oh my.. Huff - ahh [Na-[Name]..-Im cl-close.. I'm clooose…” he drawled out as he cummed all over his torso and your sweatshirt that he is wearing.
You bent down to lick up and swallow Peter's cum that had pooled on his stomach, pulling away, and a string of cum connecting between your lips to his abs. Soon you began to chase after your own orgasm, your relentless pace made the sound of your balls hitting his ass.
Shortly, you finished and emptied your load inside the condom, gasping and huffing — short of breath. Pulling out and removing the condom off from your cock and tying it close. “You alright babe?” You asked Peter as he responded with “That was one of the best fuck I've ever had..” You chuckled as you wiped his forehead with the hem of the sweatshirt.
“Let's get you back inside, get you on a bed, yeah?”
spoilers to the show, blood, strong language, begging, creampie, dick biting, reader’s a masochist? 🤔
Erm, i absolutely dont know what the bum fuck im doing here I'm just jotting down ideas I had so yuh.
AND ALSO I hate the fact that if I use em dash, people might say I'm using ai I swear I'm not I'm just running out of ideas to not close the sentences
You wake up with an empty and cold feeling beside you where your partner, Remmick , is supposed to be. Your heart raced -- where could he have been at this time of the night? Quickly, you rise from your shared bed and went to look for him throughout your cabin. When theres no trace of him, you decided to take action by going outside to go look for Remmick.
You had taken your rifle with you due to Remmick returning home earlier bloodied up alongside with 2 other strangers calling themselves Joan and Bert. While Remmick was changing his bloodied up clothes, you decided to ask the couple about what's their business following Remmick around only to find out that they both were turned by him.
Apparently, on the way here, Remmick had heard the lovely music in the Juke Joint. The kind of music that entranced him so much that he's planning to get inside the juke joint. Your body is filled with worry because Remmick doesn't usually come home this late unless something went wrong.
You stepped out into the forest near where you reside, the cold air hitting your skin. The moonlight filters through the leaves of the many trees -- the light illuminating you. You quicken your pace as you get closer to the juke joint, anxiety kicking in.
"Fuck.. Rems, whistle where are ya'?" You holler out
Your sharp ears and nose can't miss the sound of leaves crunching and the strong smell of blood behind you. You slowly turn around only to see Remmick standing there with blood covering him head to toe, with his face demolished and cracked open as if something had bashed his head with a blunt object with wide eyes that make him look like a kicked puppy.
“Darlin’ please.. Help me..” Remmick cries out through his sharp and exposed teeth, showing the inside of his mouth and gums — blood dripping out.
In response, you ran over to him tossing your rifle down to the ground — quickly cradling him into your arms. “Fuck.. Fuck.! The fuck did you do Rems!?” You shout in frustration and terror. In a quick motion, you unbutton your shirt and urge him to bite and drink from you so that he does not pass out and restore his energy. “Please drink, darlin’..”
Remmick did as he was told and ravaged your neck. Warm blood trickles down from your neck to your chest, seeping into the shirt you were wearing. Sighing in contempt as he unlatches from your neck and lies against your shoulder.
After a few minutes of resting, Remmick finally told you what had happened at the juke joint. “Rems, as long as you're safe.. That's all that matters to me.” You assured him and in response, he pushed his bloody lips against yours — tasting others' including your blood swirling in your mouths as you pushed your tongue in his mouth. Remmick lets out a moan in response, his hands grabbing your waistband — gesturing what he wants.
You stood up and let him do his thing as he unbuckled your belt and pulled down your pants alongside your briefs, watching your cock spring out of its confinement. Remmick starts with kitten licks all around before fully embracing his greed and trying to engulf your whole cock, deepthroating you — choking and gagging in the process. The sound of him struggling with trying to fit all of you in his mouth pulls you closer to the edge.
You close your eyes and tilt your head back in pleasure, only to be pulled out of your trance by a sharp pain at your dick. You look down to see Remmick biting down on your dick — drinking blood from it. “Shit..” you muttered to yourself as you came with the mixture of your cum and blood down his throat
Soon, Remmick unlatches his fangs and pulls off from your cock with an audible pop. “That was hot,” you commented as Remmick nuzzled his face against your pubic bone whilst purring in response.
Remmick lies down on the grass as he also unbuttons his shirt and pulls down his own pants. You tap your fingers on his lips and he opens them to let your fingers in— sucking, carefully trying not to hurt you with his sharp teeth and coating them with his spit and blood.
After a while, you pulled out your fingers to trace them all the way down to his asshole. Pushing your fingers in, Remmick lets out a drawled moan as his claws dig into your back, drawing blood. He thrashes around as you find his prostate and curl your fingers against his soft and gummy walls. “Gah- shit.. shit.. shit.. shit…. mhng…Ah!- darlin’!” he spews out a string of curses as he is overwhelmed with the sheer amount of pleasure.
“D-darlin’ need.. Need your cock now, please..” he begged, gasping out, breaking your kiss and breath getting caught in his throat at every curl of your fingers. “ ‘m already stretched out good with your strong, strong fingers darlin’.” he coaxes you with his sweet and enticing words.
You comply as you lined up your cock against his rim, Remmick practically shaking in anticipation. As you pushed in, Remmick lets out a long drawl alongside a loud moan. You bottomed out and waited for Remmick to give you the green light to start fucking him. When he does, you start with a slow pace gradually quickening the speed of your thrusts. “Fu-fuck.! Yer’ fuckin’ me good- ah! Real good mmhm~” his words gets caught up by his moans.
Wet and obscene noises filled the forest. Remmick’s neglected cock leaks of precum onto his toned and milky stomach. You swipe a bit of his pre up with your free hand and bring it up to your mouth, tasting it. “God damn, you taste ethereal, Rems. Have a taste. ” You placed some on your tongue and pulled Remmick into a heated kiss, Remmick moaning as he tasted himself on your tongue.
You pounded him faster, hitting the spot that makes Remmick see stars and he arches his back and lets out the most pornographic moans you've ever heard as he came all over his stomach. You keep on fucking him, chasing your own high. “Mhm.! Baby I'm- I'm gonna..!” you yelled out “Inside, darlin’.!”Soon spilling your spent all inside him, fucking him a bit more to jam your thick cum into him before pulling out.
You lie down beside Remmick, bringing your hand up to caress his face gently. “You okay with me pickin’ you up? It's almost dawn.” you pointed out. “Yea.. Mhm..”. You tidied both of you up and wiped down both of your bodies with your handkerchief, which you stashed in your back pocket. The soft smile on Remmick’s face almost made your knees buckle as you picked him up in your arms — making your way towards your shared home.
Established relationship, strong language, mentions of making out
Something i had made up in my head while daydreaming.
I wanted to make stuff for Remmick for a long time so here it is. Planning to make more in the future. mb for the long break, i have a lot of things going on rn but i think im good now
You took a deep breath as you strummed the banjo in your hand, the smell of the wet grass filled your senses as it was raining a moment earlier. The moonlight shines at your face as you rock the rocking chair you were sitting on at your front porch of your cabin.
"You just gonna keep starin'?" You asked the man standing in in the doorway of the front door behind you
"Just admirin'." Remmick responded with an Irish lilt
"You know that I won't let ye' go out tonight. Ye' already fed."
"If i do, what are ya' gonna do?" He challenged
"I aint gonna let ya' back in until the sun rises, theres no other shelter near and ye' will be cookin' out 'ere. "
Remmick fell silent as he is faced with the possibility of facing the consequences of his decisions.
"The hell's am I supposed to do in 'ere then?" He asked
You look at him over your shoulder lazily from the rocking chair.
"Sleep."
"Ye' know I already did that for the past 6 hours."
"Ya' know ye' need to rest. You've been awake for 2 fuckin' days, Rems." You said as you stood up from the chair and walked closer to Remmick.
"I know but-" Remmick was silenced once again as you propped your banjo against the wall and wrapped your arms around his torso as he instinctively pulled you closer by putting his arms on your shoulder.
You slowly sway both of your bodies back into your cabin all the way towards your bedroom. Remmick lets out a grunt as you fall down on the bed with Remmick under you.
"Rest, Rems. You can go run 'round outside tomorrow, just- just not today." You says as you call Remmick by his nickname.
Remmick sighs. "Fine."
You soon flopped beside him on the bed to face Remmick.
"I have to be the luckiest man to have you as my partner, Rems." Remmick was took aback with the sudden confession, but soon a warm smile was placed upon his face.
"I love you too, darlin'. I don't know what to do if we've never met." Remmick replied as he gets closer to your face, his warm breath hitting your face. You soon close the gap between you two.
It soon ended up with both of you being out of breath, lips swollen and half naked with both shirts on the floor. You pull him into your chest, him purring in response. "I love you Remmick. Until the end of time." You say while kissing the ring on his finger. "I love you too, more than anything, more than you can imagine." Remmick shoots back his response while playing with your ring.
The very ring that bonded you both together for life. You both spent the night saying sweet nothings in each other's ears and talking about further in the future you both wanting to spend together until the sun rises.
summary, important. Please read. (Really important cuz i was also confuzled on creating the lore to this story )
You were recruited and fully established as a Kingsman agent back in 1979 as Agent Lamarok. You worked alongside Arthur on recruiting more agents to the Kingsman establishment, and it was then that you encountered a certain man back in 1981. Harry Hart, a 21 year-old man who had just finished serving in the army, is an aspiring lepidopterist. Having to train the said new recruit for 6 years alongside Arthur until he was fully prepared to be a Kingsman agent. Unfortunately, you were sent on a mission where you had to go do research in another continent. After 19 years, You have returned from your mission. the story below took place AFTER Golden Circle.
Reader is one of the 12 agents of Kingsman, taking the title of “Lamarok”
You arrived back at England after you finished your expedition, and were informed of the news of what happened to Harry. Being shot dead at a local church by Valentine, a climate activist maniac. Of course, being his best friend for over 3 years, you were devastated by this news. But you had to remember your training and hold it together. Soon, you moved on but the pang of guilt for not being there to at least save him still clings close with you.
You had been tasked to go to Kentucky to train a new addition in The Statesman, Ginger Ale, after she had taken over the title of a previous agent.
You were in a specific room architecturally built for training the physical strength of the agents, sparring with Ginger.
“Again.” You said firmly to Ginger as she struggled to keep up with the pace of your training.
Ginger stands up as she wipes the sweat from her forehead and continues to spar with you. The training had been perfect until Agent Tequilla had barged into the said room to call Ginger over, whispering something to her before ushering her to tell you the message.
“Agent Lamarok, there's something we have to tell you— and please don’t freak out.” Ginger says as she cuts herself off to give the warning before delivering you the news. In response, you nod.
She took a deep breath before muttering out, “I’ve read your file, and I see that you were close with Agent Galahad and you have known of the recent news about him.. Y’know,, Valentine and all of that right..?”
“Well you see, the Statesman had been keeping you a secret.. we had found him at the church that he was shot at and we managed to lend him aid., and we managed to assist him back to health.” she spewed out
“What? Why would—“
“I have no clue why Champagne wants to keep this a secret from you but he has his reasons and just know that Agent Galahad is live and well.. And today Kingsman has a mission alongside Statesman. The Kingsman agents are already seated in the meeting room.” Ginger informs you.
“Is he aware that I’m here?” You asked Ginger.
She responds. “So far, no.”
“Then this will be a big surprise then…” You mumbled to yourself before continuing your sentence “Clean yourself up and get ready to go to the meeting room. I’ll be waiting for you there.” You said to Ginger as you walked outside the room into the hallway with Agent Tequilla following behind.
You entered the meeting room and saw 3 Kingsman Agents conversing with Champagne.
“Ah Agent Lamarok,, Tequilla, come have a seat!” Champange exclaimed
As you walked to your seat, your composed eyes locked onto the wide eyes of Agent Galahad.You took your seat while Champagne discussed an upcoming mission that requires both agencies to work together.
“I must thank ya for giving us the pleasure of trainin’ our agents.” Champagne says as he tips his cowboy hat. You nod in response as you took your seat.
After the meeting, all agents were assigned a mission to once again, save the world. All agents dispersed to prepare, leaving you with the Kingsman agents walking down the hallway towards the artillery room.
“So,” Harry broke the silence between the agents. “I wasn’t aware that you were back.”
You chuckled slightly. “Thought I was dead?”
“..To a degree. If to put it in my perspective, having your partner gone for 2 decades quite put an impression on whether you were dead or not.” Harry explains
“I apologise for my absence, Galahad.”
“You know better than to call me Galahad.”
“Whatever eases your mind, Harry.” You say as you reach out for Harry’s hand to hold and he gladly accepts your hand.
A voice rung out from behind you and Harry. “You sure you both are ‘just friends’?” You looked behind you to see a young bloke following behind. Eggsy spoke out with his thick English accent. And your reaction to that question is just a mere chuckle.
During the brutal mission, you find yourself to be more self-sacrificing than before. You tend to get yourself hurt more often and you find your conclusion to your actions is to keep Harry safe. You tend run in the frontlines to block the bullet or projectiles from the enemy, leading to various wounds.
As the Kingsman agents, which include — You, Harry, and Eggsy — finished the mission by eliminating the source, which was the boss who declared the many explosives he had planted around the world— and leaving the bunker where the enemy had taken shelter in.
You see both of your teammates take glances at you, seemingly worried about your well-being. Harry was the first to speak up, “Are you alright, Lamarok?” Harry asks.
“I’m alright-” Your response was cut short as Eggsy cuts you off by exclaiming—“No the fuck you aren’t, you’re bleeding from your fuckin’ head,,!”
You touched your head to confirm Eggsy’s statement, and you feel a wet bloody glash alongside your scalp. “..Shit..” You cursed yourself and turned around to look at your teammates “…I’ll be fine. I’ll go visit the medic if that eases you both.” As you finish your sentence, you see Harry and Eggsy being uneasy and worried for you but stayed quiet, hoping that you say true to your words.
“Let’s leave this bloody hellhole..” Eggsy says to break the tension and focus on the mission.
After you visited the medic, you soon headed to your residence. Your quiet time was interrupted by the loud knocking of the front door. When you opened the door, you were greeted by both Eggsy and Harry standing on your front porch with gifts in hand. Your greetings were interrupted by Eggsy pulling you into a one-handed hug. “You look like a bloody’ mummy with all that bandages on your head..” Eggsy said.
You invited Eggsy and Harry in and Eggsy excitedly introduce you to the gift that he brought alongside him. “I’ve got you some expensive tea stuff, Harry told me that you enjoyed these type of things.” Eggsy exclaimed.
“I must thank you for bringing me these,, you really shouldn’t have—“ you were cut off by Eggsy once more. “Nope. No more of that gentleman bull, we prevented the world from ending, loosen up guys!” Eggsy yelled out in triumph.
“Oh by the way, where’s the kitchen?” Eggsy asks “Oh, no I should be the one who’s making the drinks—“ you cut yourself off with the look of Eggsy’s stern face “…There.” You pointed at the direction to the kitchen while Eggsy follow to the pointed way, leaving you and Harry alone in the living room.
You decided to sit down on the couch stationed in the said room while Harry follows and sits on your lap. This interaction was something you both did during your time on Earth before departing into outer space, and it had never been perceived by you both as inappropriate or indecent. Fellow Kingsman agents had never said anything about it in the past.
As you both made yourselves comfortable, Harry decided to lay his head on yours, starting up a conversation with—“So,, it has been a while.” “It definitely has.”
“During the two decades that you had been gone, I started to think about a feeling I had. To be more specific, feelings I had towards what we had during those 6 years we spent together as partners in the Kingsman agency.” Harry admitted.
“…Mind if I were to pick that brain of yours? Can you elaborate? I don’t quite undestand..” you responded with absolute confusion
“Hm. If that wasn’t clear enough to you,, i would like to give you a demonstration of to what I truly mean.” Harry said before pulling you into an innocent peck on the lips.
You were surprised but was pleasantly so to continue to kiss him back, this time more passionate and a lot more emotions being put into the kiss. Soon the kiss turned heated with jackets dropped, gun holsters on the floor and ties loosened.
Before anything else could happen, Eggsy came into the room with a tray of tea and biscuits being served. “Whoa. I didn’t knew that these were the things ‘friends’ do.” Eggsy joked, catching both of you off guard, quickly trying to straighten up your act.
“Calm down, dads. You guys were so fuckin’ obvious. It was bound to happen some day.” Eggsy says before he took a bite out of the biscuit. “Come on, have some tea” Eggsy ushered you both to grab your designated mugs. You chuckled at the name Eggsy gave to both of you, while Harry on the other hand, was a bit thrown off and flustered.
Pushing all their worries aside, the three Kingsman agents spent their night celebrating their successful mission with a warm cup of tea and comforting company.
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More Brian but like the reader been there for Brian’s since there were like kids and now they share an apartment in mimai while he tries to connect with Dexter and one day reader is like “I love you dude”
You were always there for Brian. Ever since you both met at the mental institute, Brian has found comfort in your presence and you only. That is the solely reason that Brian never interacted with anyone in the said mental institution even with your persuasion to do so.
With that being said, you both were inseparable- like nothing can tear you both apart. You both always were together even throughout your teenage years and adulthood. Going to the same school, same classes, same jobs in the same hospital.
That even includes the same apartment. You both have been sharing the same apartment for years now after Brian insist on staying together.
One night, you both were planning to stay up late due to Brians recent obsession with tracking down his biological brother, Dexter. While you are walking to the kitchen to get a cup of water, you see Brian at the coffee table surrounded by old photos that you assume to be old pictures of dexter and his family when he was young.
“Still up?” You asked Brian as you rests your head on his.
“Could say the same for you.” He replied
“You keep having all-nighters. You know that it’s not good for you. You still have to wake up early for tomorrow.” You said with a slight scolding tone laced in your voice.
Brian turns to look up at you. “You can just say that you’re worried about me.” Brian said with a whispered voice.
You took a moment of silence to think of a response before breaking the silence. “Fuck it. Brian,—“ you held up his chin to make him look at you face to face. “How do you feel if we grabbed coffee next morning,,”
“Are you,?” Brian asks with skepticism in his voice.
“Brian yes, I fucking love you, man.” You made your intention clear and you soon wait for his answer
He stayed silent that is until he grabbed your shoulders and pulls you into a long and passionate kiss. “Fuck yea,, i love you too, [Nickname]..”
You both spend half an hour just sitting , talking and pecking each others lips
“How about I get us some bottles of beers, hm?” You asked the man who is sitting on your lap.
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Short oneshot due to it just being an idea and feeling espresso-depresso. Yo, I suggest to read with some sad ass song like impacto or smtg 👍
Not proofread.
“So how long would you think this plan of yours will last?” You asked Brian. Brian had the idea to kidnap Debra to bring Dexter in and ask Dexter to team up to take the lives of the people in Miami together.
“It’ll be over soon before you’ll even notice it.” Brian replied to you while being occupied with packing some things to decorate his boat for his plan to ‘propose’ to Debra.
“I have a bad feeling about this. About today. You think you can- I mean,, I don’t know, postpone this until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?” You asked and suggests, not having a good gut feeling about what today holds.
Brian walks up to you and gives you a peck on your lips. “You already know that they’re getting closer to figuring out who is the Ice-Truck Killer. I don’t know what you’re feeling but for you, I’ll be careful.. alright?” Brian reassured you.
“Now,, I have to go..” Brian says with a little grunt from picking up the box of decorations and walking towards the front door and You soon follow after him to the door. After he had dropped the box of decorations into the trunk of his car, Brian turned to you.
“And,, if something did happen to me like the police catching me or something else, just..-“ Brian took a deep breather before continuing “just keep living. For me. Don’t you fucking dare killing yourself over me. Just keep on going.”
“Don’t say that.”
Brian gives a small but meaningful smile. "I'm just saying, okay? All I need to know you'll keep going if something happens. Don't mourn me forever. Live your life and be happy."
The last memory of his interaction with you played through your mind over and over again as you sit on the cold floor tile of Brian’s refrigeration chamber, looking and staring blankly at Brian’s cold dead body that was hanged upside down to be drained of his blood like Brian’s other victims, being killed by his own brother, Dexter an hour ago.
The tears on your face soon dried as the cold air helped and the time you spent in the said room. You contemplate on if you wanted to go alongside with Brian but remembered the wishes that Brian wanted for you to fulfill.
You’ve met Brian ever since you both were children. Brian being evaluated in the psychiatric hospital after having experienced the most traumatic moment in a cargo container. And you being in the hospital for your own reasons.
You both quickly clicked and become the best of friends, being together for everything everywhere. You two were inseparable. That is when Brian and you got enrolled into different universities for your studies. Having no choice, you both parted to your own ways.
Since then, you hadn’t seen Brian for years. That is when you worked for the Miami Police Department and you’ve met people that you cared for like Debra Morgan, her brother, Dexter, Sargent Angel, Masuka, Maria, Sargent Doakes and more. For a while, you had forgotten about Brian, that is when the Ice-Truck Killer starts murdering and leaving clues of the past.
At first, none of the murders showed any clues on the identity of the murderer that is until the crime scene at the Marine View Hotel. The first step you took in the room immediately rings a bell in your mind. It had kept you up all night. Then something clicked. The crime scene reminded you of the time where Brian told you what and why he is in the hospital in the first place.
Mother murdered— cargo container— 2 inch of blood filled the floors of the cargo. The sprays of blood at the crime scene looked almost identical to the drawings that Brian drew that when he was young that you still kept. Now everything makes sense. You had read every news article of crimes due to trying to find clues from a murder case years ago— coming across the one article that you had printed and kept for yourself.
The article of the murder of Laura Moser’s death. The last name caught your eye and you read the whole thing to find out that it was the mother of your coworker, Dexter and your best friend, Brian. You’ve connected the dots that they both were biological brothers and you had also connected the dots that Brian might be the Ice-Truck killer but you had no proof that he is the killer or even alive.
It’s all a coincidence, right?
“Hey, [Name]! Come here!” Debra yelled at you across the main room of the police department excitedly.
You walked towards her to see a well dressed man, average height- slightly shorter than you by her side. “Well, who is this Deb?” You asked her. Observing the man, he seemed to be from the hospital near the department by the tag hanging off of his breast pocket.. ‘Rudy Cooper’.
“Ah ok! Ive been waiting to introduce him to you first ‘cause you’re my bestie-“ Debra explained with a wide grin. “Rudy,, meet [Name], [Name],, meet Rudy— my boyfriend!”
“Nice to meet you, Rudy...-“ You held your hand out for a hand shake.
“Ah, Cooper, Rudy Cooper. [Name] huh,,, well— nice to meet you-“ he seemed to be stumped for a second after Deb said your name before he shakes your hand in response.
You gave him a smile before telling Deb- “Well, I have to send this off to Lieutenant LaGuerta, see you?” You said pointing out the file in your hand
“Oh yeah sure, see ya!” Deb said as you walked to LaGuerta’s office.
Something about that man, Rudy was it? He gives you the feelings that you can’t point.
So you did the things that normal people do, you took your lunch break and day off to,, observe Rudy. You walked around the hospital, watching and remembering his schedule, where his apartment is, everything. Being apart of the police department helps a lot when you need information on someone.
This is normal. Totally normal.
Well scratch that— one day, normal day for you to,, observe Rudy again. You don’t think he knows that you’re doing this, seeing him leave the club with the hooker that looked unconscious, following him to his apartment. You had broken in the said apartment sometimes, so following him back into his home is not a problem you would come across.
You didn’t had 100% proof that he was the Ice-Truck Killer but you had 100% proof that he is Brian by getting a match for his prints from a Tampa mental hospital before Angel does, leading you to the name Brian Moser. You had your own speculation that he is the killer so seeing him record a horrifying video of the victim that he kidnapped, killing her and draining her blood doesn’t surprise you. Well you had the intention to surprise him at least. After he was done with his ‘work’, he soon came out of his refrigeration chamber, he soon saw you sitting on the floor leaning against his couch, reading a book you found on the table.
“So. You knew?” He asked, without any hesitation.
You stood up, towering over him, putting the book down to walking towards him, saying “always had a hunch” and pulling him into an embrace, patting his back.
“Oh how I missed you, Brian.”
Brian reciprocated the hug and says “Me too.”
After a while, Brian dragged you to the kitchen and had some bottle of beers “So what now, are you going to report me to the police?” Brian asked. You half laughed-scoffed “how am i going to do that? You’ll kill me before i even get there- hell you might even report me to the police for breaking in. And besides, I lo- care to much about you.” You explained.
“Just say you love me-“ he said before pulling you by your tie into a kiss. His hand grips your hair while your hand landed on his waist. Pulling away to catch both of your breath but lips still touching. “So.. you’re not creeped out by my ‘little hobby’? Terrified even?” He asked. You thought about it, looking at him before saying “No, not really. I really expected this thing would happen the first time you told me about your past at the mental hospital.”
“You still remember that? Fair enough.” Brian said before pulling you into another kiss. You both spent the night together after reuniting and cherishing each other’s presence. You vowed to him to never leave him alone ever again.
