Aw shit here we go again
This is gonna be a really long chapter. Like... really long. Since this is a one shot. I might do a part 2 or just turn it into it's own book.
There's also ummm smut and some lime in this story... ill put a warning for smut.
(THIS IS 100% CONSENSUAL!!! CONSENT MATTERS!!!!)
- Domination/Controlling
- Threesome (I was ashamed to type that 💀)
- Biting/Hickeys
- Overstimulation
- Deez Nuts
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You hopped into the old beat-up van right behind hank. Deimos and Sanford were both waiting for you inside. You didn't bother to take the time to put on a seatbelt.
The wheels screamed underneath the van as it tore out of the empty lot and down the dirt road. Agents began to chase after but stopped after a while, due to how fast the van had left.
The long trip up the mountain was slow... you just wanted to get "home" and rest.
Apparently you had fallen asleep, because when you had been jolted awake at the feeling of being carried by Hank. He stared straight ahead, possibly wondering if you had died.
"Oh.. hi Hank.." you leaned your head back to look up at him. He looked down at you, taking you greeting as a signal for him to put you down.
It's strange to think someone so much larger and more dangerous than you could be so caring. To him, holding you is like holding a little flower. His hardened look makes him look like he can kill anything in sight... which, granted, he will.
But not you.
He seems to like you.
You began to feel your face heat up, then quickly shook the thought out of your head as you pulled out a scratched up key. You worked it into the lock and jiggled it around, before twisting it.
You heard a dull click, and the door creaked open.
Your house wasn't all the best... it was just some old abandoned house that Deimos and Sanford had found. That was way before they had taken you in though.
You went back to the van to help the boys haul everything back inside for sterilization.
You carried a large duffel bag on your shoulder and took it inside.
You took it down to the basement, the stairs whined underneath your weight. You had always been freaked out by that basement... and there's no reason to question why. It's just... creepy.
"Ugh..." you groaned to yourself as an unidentifiable bug scampered across the floor.
You dropped the bag by the cleaning supplies And didn't spare another second down there. You immediately ran up the stairs and slammed the door. You heard the trunk of the van slam shut, with a loud thunk.
Deimos and Sanford made their way inside and locked the door.
You weren't necessarily sure if it was getting dark or not. Usually at night the sky just turns a slightly darker shade of red, making it seem
even more menacing than it already is.
You sighed and slumped down on the sofa. Someone else mockingly sighed and slumped down next to you. It's was Deimos.
"Ahh hey Deimos.." you smiled softly.
"Hey bbg" he teased.
He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and chuckled.
It seemed like he was never tired after missions. He was still always in his stupid, goofy mood. An endless bounty of energy.
He leaned in closer to you and you couldn't help but feel your face heat up. His skin was so warm... you were so cold before he sat next to you. You felt his heat spread throughout your body like a winding vine weaving its way through your bones. You smiled softly.
