#jim root x reader smut

[ghost-in-the-hall]

The Arrangement (Slipknot x Free Use! Fem! Reader) Part 2 - Chris x Reader x Jim SMUT

Hello! Welcome back to the next part of The Arrangement! This chapter we're going to learn how Jim got involved in the situation, then we have one more member who's going to get added into the mix before some just fun self indulgent chapters lol. Thank you all so much for reading, feel free to drop a comment!

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ CONTENT, MDNI, threesome, slight size kink but not really, oral (m and f receiving), edging, fingering, spit roast, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, riding, voyeurism, video taping, nipple play, lots of praise, biting, marking, if I missed any please let me know!

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Part 1 - Part 3 (TBA)

Divider Credit: @adornedwithlight

“Baby, can you go grab my drum key?” He nods in the direction of the amps at the side of the stage. You hop up with a nod, pressing a kiss to his cheek while he messed with whatever was out of place on his kit. You stand up on your tiptoes, feeling around on top of the amp for the small piece of metal.

“Need some help?” Jim chuckles as you jump.

“Chris said he stuck his drum key up here.” Your eyes trail up his form as you turn around, physically having to look up to meet his eyes. 

Easily being able to see on top of the stack, he reaches over and grabs exactly what you were looking for. “This one?” He asks with a playful smile.

“That would be it.” You giggle. “Thank you Jim.” You can't help but blush as his gaze flickers over your much smaller form.

“Anytime, sweetheart.” He winks, shooting you a playful smile before continuing with his pre show preparations. Chris had watched the whole thing unfold before his eyes, smirking as an idea passed through his mind.

“Jim getting you all hot and bothered, baby?” He teases with a laugh. You just playfully smack him in the shoulder as you hand him his drum key. You sit yourself on his stool, watching him work. “Maybe I could see if he wants to join us after the show?” Your heart races at the suggestion. You quickly look over at Jim, the thought alone of being underneath that mountain of a man was overwhelming… but you couldn't deny the way you had to squeeze your thighs together to suppress the pang of arousal in your core.

“If you think he'd be interested…” you lean forward, your chin coming to rest on his shoulder. “But, if you want to just keep this between me, you, and Sid, that's also okay.”

“I don't think there's anything wrong with trying something new.” He smirks, finishing his last adjustment before turning his attention to you. “You're still all mine, right?” You smile, nodding in response. “Then that’s all I care about.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “I have fun watching you enjoy yourself, no matter how that happens.”

Chris has everything set up by the end of the show. It didn't take much convincing on Jim’s end, he always had a weakness for pretty little things like you, he'd be an idiot to pass up an opportunity like this. Jim chuckles as he watches an expression of nervous excitement pass over your features. “Come here, pretty girl.” Jim coos. His hands settle onto your waist as he eases you into his lap. You shiver as his fingers press into your plush thighs. “Chris,” he carefully leans you back against his chest, “you know what your girl likes, why don't you give me a little instruction.” He smirks. Chris stares at him for a moment, dumbfounded.

“You want me to tell you what to do to her?” He asks slowly for clarification.

Jim nods, letting his hands lazily drift over your body. “I'm here to help her feel good, right? Well, you're the expert at that, my friend.”

Your cheeks grow warm under Chris’s intense gaze. A brief worry flashed through your mind about how it might’ve been a bad idea to invite Jim– “Well, you're not going to be able to do much of anything with her clothes on, are you?” He chuckles.

“You have a point.” You tense as his large hands drift under your shirt, feeling along the curves of your body as he slowly pushes the fabric over your head. Chris steps closer to you, pressing his lips to yours as Jim makes quick work of undoing your bra.

“Such a pretty girl,” any tension you still held in your body melted away at Chris’s praise. “We’re going to take good care of you, baby, okay?” His lips crash back into yours as he works your pants down your legs, you moan into his mouth as Jim’s skilled hands massage your sensitive breasts.

“God,” he breathes out, pressing his lips to your neck. “I can't wait to sink my fucking teeth into you.” You shiver as he chuckles against your skin.

Chris hums against your lips, holding your chin firmly in his hand as he pulls back. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?” Chris can't help but chuckle as he meets your hazy, far off gaze. The undivided attention from the two men making your brain foggy with lust. “Play with her.” He orders with a smirk. “We want her nice and warmed up, don’t we?” You feel Jim’s chest rumble as he laughs.

He nuzzles.his face into your hair, pressing a kiss to the side of your face. “Is that okay with you, love?” You nod, making both men chuckle. “Good girl.” He praises softly, his hands wrapping around your thighs to gently ease them open. You shiver as you feel his fingers ghost over your skin, memorizing the curves of your body as he passes over them. You moan as Chris bites into the sensitive skin of your neck, immediately placing hot, opened mouth kisses to the spot afterwards to soothe the pain. Jim wraps a hand loosely around your throat, angling your chin away in order to give Chris more room. Your eyes meet Jim’s, a sultry smirk passing over his features. “Feel good, baby?” He asks softly, his gaze immediately dropping to your lips. You let out a tiny hum of affirmation, the small sound making a growl bubble up in Jim’s throat. His lips crash against yours, the groan Chris lets out is absolutely obscene as your body arches out of Jim’s lap, pressing into Chris’s needy, attentive hands. He, of course, had no plans of giving into what you wanted so easily.

“You’ll get your turn.” He can’t help but chuckle as you pout up at him. “You have to be patient, baby.”

“She’s been so good for us already, I think you can wait just a little longer.” Jim coos, trailing kisses along your jaw. “Don’t you, pretty girl?” 

Chris takes your face in his hand, the plush of your cheeks squishing between his fingers as he keeps your eyes locked on his. “She can, she just likes to be a little difficult.” He chuckles. “Part of the fun.” He mutters afterwards. Jim’s hands massage your thighs, his palms gradually drifting closer to your soaked core. You whined as his fingers ghosted over where you needed them most, your hips stuttering against his hand. Jim chuckles as you groan, your head dropping against his shoulder as you huff.

“Behave.” Chris warns. “Or, I’ll keep you like this all night.”

“Mean.” You mumble, making him laugh.

“Hey, you can’t blame me for punishing you when you act out… brat.” He laces the pet name onto the end of his statement with a smirk.

Chris wouldn’t let Jim actually touch you until you were in tears. Your inner thighs covered in bites and dark purple marks in the shape of Chris’s teeth. Jim’s fingers still tracing slow, torturous circles around your clit, never giving you enough friction for any type of relief. “Please,” you sob, “I’m sorry.”

“Are you going to listen?” He couldn’t keep the amused expression off his face as he let the question tumble from his lips. He could get drunk off the sight of you alone: your lips pink and puffy from being repeatedly swapped between Chris’s ravenous kisses and Jim’s languid, almost lazy ones, tears dotting your lashes as the got ready to spill onto your cheeks, he hated to admit how pretty he thought you looked when you cried. “What do you think Jim, has she earned it?”

His lips press to your temple with a soft hum, “I think she deserves to be spoiled a little after that.” He chuckles.

He takes your face in his hand, turning your hazy, lust filled eyes to face him. “Should I let him play with you for a little bit, honey?” You nod, your eyes fluttering shut as Chris presses a tender, loving kiss to your lips. “She’s all yours, Jim.” You could feel him smile against your lips before he pulls away.

Jim chuckles, his hands tracing over the curve of your waist. “Perfect,” he starts with a smirk, “I promise, I'll take good care of her.” The feeling of being surrounded by him was all consuming, a strong arm wrapping around your middle to hold you in place as he wrapped a giant hand around your thigh. He settles you against his chest, you can't help but whine as he goes back to his earlier actions of tracing languid shapes into your skin. “Easy, pretty girl,” he starts with a soft laugh, “I'm not going to make you wait any longer.” A gasp catches in your throat as his fingers finally graze over your clit. Chris kept his distance, knowing that if he was too close to you he wouldn't be able to help but interfere, but you could feel his eyes burning into you from where he sat. Your body jolted with every slight touch, you bit hard into your bottom lip as you struggled to contain the sounds that Jim easily pulled from you. The soft praise that rumbled from his chest left your mind hazy and filled with need. He tilts your chin so you can face him, his lips slotting against yours as he eases a finger inside of you. You were already a mess from all of his and Chris’s teasing, he hums at the feeling of your slick heat enveloping his finger. “You're already so wet, baby.” He chuckles against your lips. “You really want us that badly, hm?” You gasp as he slips a second finger in alongside the first. His pace was deliberately slow. Giving you what you wanted but only at the pace he was willing to give it to you. Your eyes flutter shut as his lips press to yours. You squirm in his lap, struggling to sit still under his careful movements. You let out a sharp gasp as his fingers pressed into a spot inside of you that made white hot pleasure course through your entire body. Your hand wraps around his wrist, nails biting into his skin as you fight against the heat pooling in your core, his smallest touches driving you insane. You hear Chris curse under his breath, catching the sight of him palming himself through his pants as he watched Jim have his way with you.

He treated you a lot differently than Sid had. Where Sid was animalistic and raw, Jim was meticulous and calculated. You sucked in a sharp breath, teetering on the edge of your climax only for him to slow his pace. He chuckles at your frustrated groan. “What’s the matter, love? You didn’t think you’d get to cum already, did you?” He gradually begins to increase his pace again. “Poor baby,” he coos, “unfortunately, I think you have a long night ahead of you.” He chuckles darkly.

You were repeatedly brought right to the edge of your climax by Jim’s skilled fingers only for him to ruin any chance you had of actually finishing. You had lost count of how many times he had edged you, barely able to think straight as it was. You whine, rolling your hips against his hand. You yelp as he pinches your clit roughly between his fingers. “Sit fuckin’still.” He growls, sliding his fingers back inside your soaked pussy at an agonizingly slow pace. “Chris, you wanna jump in?”

“Gladly.” He chuckles. He takes your chin between his fingers, “you look so pretty, baby.” He coos. “You’re doing such a good job.” You hum as he presses his lips to yours before trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your body. You gasp as you feel Jim’s teeth sink into your shoulder.

“Are you doing okay, pretty girl?” Chris pauses, waiting for your confirmation before continuing.

“Yes.” You manage to breathe out. The pair share a look, wordlessly coming to a decision about something. Jim’s hands wrap around the underside of your thighs, pulling them into your chest, Chris dropping to his knees in front of you. His fingers intertwined with yours, giving your hands a gentle squeeze. You cry out as Chris wastes no time diving in to taste you, your thighs straining to push together only to be held apart by Jim’s strong grasp.

“You’re not going anywhere, beautiful.” Jim chuckles. Chris groans, pulling your hands in order to drag your core closer to him, Jim’s lips crushing against yours, the attention from the pair making your head spin. You squeeze Chris’s hands tightly, your climax speeding forward from how many times you had been edged. He chuckles as you tense, pulling back to swipe slowly over your clit with his thumb.

“You want a turn before I absolutely break her?” He asks Jim, who chuckles in response.

“Gladly, I'll make sure to save the fun part for you.” You whine in response to his statement, knowing that meant you would have to wait even longer until Chris had decided you had enough. Your body felt like putty in Jim’s hands as he gently lowered your legs to their normal position. “Poor baby, can't even sit up by yourself anymore, can you?” He teases. He tips you back onto the bed, peppering your body with kisses as he slowly makes his way onto his knees in front of you. He drapes your tired legs over his shoulders, his thumbs massaging into your hips. You cry out, fingers tangling into his hair as he pulls your clit eagerly into his mouth. You hear the clink of Chris’s belt as it clatters to the floor, he curses as he watches you writhe under Jim’s attention. Chris’s fingers slide into your hair, turning your head to the side in order to line up his hard cock with your pretty mouth.

He lets out a shaky breath as the tip of his member slides past your lips. “Fuck, that’s it baby, just like that.” He groans as you moan around his length, Jim’s tongue skillfully tracing shapes over your clit. You whine, your hips rolling in time with his movements, your whole body trembling with pleasure. You keen into Chris’s touch, his large hands roaming your body as you fought against your oncoming climax. Jim pulls off you with a chuckle, mumbling an ‘all you’ as he leaves Chris to pick up where he left off. His body blankets yours, he groans as he feels his cock press to the back of your throat. He carefully spreads you open with his fingers, humming as he lets the taste of you coat his tongue. It was Jim’s turn to watch the scene at hand play out. You were even more stunning than he could have imagined. Of course, he had Chris’s careful, attentive care to thank for that. He played your body better than one of his instruments, knowing exactly where and how to touch you in order to turn you into a babbling mess underneath him. You screamed as he finally allowed your first orgasm to rip through you, your body going rigid as your voice gradually faded to silence. Jim hears him chuckle, your hands flying to the top of his head in an unsuccessful attempt to push him off of you.

Your loud moans and shrill whines filled the room as Chris continued to eat you out like a man starved. Jim curses as he finally manages to free his hard, aching cock. He places himself within your reach, hissing as you take him into your hand, your skin velvety soft against him. Chris repositions, allowing you to take him into your free hand. He continues to lazily eat you out, your second climax building with every slow roll of his tongue. The two of them had been getting you all worked up for hours, at this rate they would have no problem pulling have no problem pulling orgasm after orgasm from you. You wrap your lips around Jim’s member, he curses as you glance up at him through your lashes. “Pretty girl,” he coos, “doing such a good job for us.”

“He’s right, baby.” Chris mumbles from his position nestled in between your thighs, chuckling when you whine at his praise. You gasp as his thumb presses to your clit, your hands fisting into the sheets. Chris instructs you to sit back in Jim’s lap, his gaze intense as it remains glued on you. Your hands settle on Chris’s shoulders, using his strong body to study yourself as Jim lines his member up with your entrance. “That’s it, baby.” He studies your fucked out expression closesly, smirking at the glow of sweat that had settled across your skin. You whimper as Jim bottoms out inside of you, his fingers digging painfully into your hips as he lets out a sinful growl. Your eyes meet Chris’s, your heart racing as his bright blue eyes trail down your body. You moan as Jim rolls his hips. “You’ve got a job to do, love.” Chris teases with a smirk.

Every small movement tore a loud moan from your throat, Jim’s thick cock stretching you perfectly, every roll of your hips making his member press deliciously into you. “You feel so fucking good.” You let out a shrill cry as he quickly thrusts up into you. Chris places a hand under your chin, keeping your gaze locked on his. You curse as he starts to draw slow circles on your clit with his fingers, making him chuckle. Jim chuckles, “someone’s getting close again. Fuck, you’re squeezing me really tight, baby.” Heat settles in your cheeks at Jim’s words.

“Oh no, you’re not allowed to be embarrassed.” Chris immediately jumps in, noticing the subtle shift in your expression. “You look so fucking hot, baby.” Jim chuckles when he feels how you react to Chris’s praise, his large hands wandering over your curves.

“He’s right,” Jim murmurs, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “you’re absolutely perfect, love.”

“You must love all of this attention, don’t you baby?” Chris coos. “My pretty girl is always getting so much praise, you always do such a good job, don’t you, sweetheart?” You can’t help but whine at his sweet tone. You feel the coil in your stomach wind tighter as you watch the devilish smirk spread across his features. “Maybe I should take a video for Sid, I’m sure he’d love to see you like this, too.”

“Sid, huh?” Jim grumbles out the question with a chuckle. “I gotta admit, I’m a little jealous that he got to see you like this before I did.” You moan as you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder. He hums as he presses his lips to the spot afterwards. “You must love all the special attention.” He teases, making your cheeks grow warm. “Chris, why don’t you take that video?” He chuckles.

Chris’s gaze takes over you hungrily, smirking before his lips crash against yours, your thighs trembling from pleasure and over exertion. “I’ll be right back.”

You shiver as Jim’s hot palms run over the curve of your waist. “Such a dirty girl, getting used by three different men.” He chuckles as he feels you clench down hard on him, another broken moan tearing free from your throat. He lets out a sultry hum, “but, you deserve all the attention. Such a sweet, little thing.” He picks up your hand, pressing your wrist to his lips. Chris rests a hand gently on your cheek as he kneels in front of you.

“You’re sure this is alright with you, love?” His thumb soothingly runs over your skin.

You nod, pulling your lip between your teeth. “I wanna give Sid something to watch when I can’t be there.” Chris lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a chuckle.

“Well, then why don’t you give him a little show baby?” He says with a smirk.

Watching you grind on Jim’s cock through his phone screen made him curse under his breath. Your shrill breathy moans and skin slapping against skin resonated through the room. Chris dips a hand in between your legs, your curse loudly as he rubs fast, tight circles over your clit. You tense, your thighs trembling as your climax crashes over you. Chris ends the video, quickly sending it to Sid with a message of how you wanted to record something specially for him tacked onto it before tossing his phone somewhere else in the room. You could barely keep yourself upright, collapsing into Chris’s chest as Jim fucks into you from below. Chris’s hands slide under your thighs, helping you ease off Jim’s cock as he hisses. He flips you onto your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your hair in order to settle your gaze on Jim. “Show him how good I make you feel, baby.” He growls in your ear, knocking your thighs apart with his legs. You gasp as you feel him tease at your entrance, Jim curses under his breath as he begins to stroke himself in time with Chris easing his cock inside of you. Chris’s hands wrap around your hips, lifting you into place. Your chest pressing into the mattress as your back arches perfectly up to meet him. He works you over his length, sinful groans spilling from his lips only to be drowned out by your whines.

“Feel good, pretty girl?” Jim asks with a chuckle, cupping your cheek in his hand. Broken moans tumbled freely from your lips, your eyes rolling back every time Chris bottoms out inside of you. “You want to help me finish?” You nod, unable to form a coherent word with Chris feverishly pounding into you from behind. Jim holds your chin in his hand, you open your mouth eagerly for him. He slaps the tip of his cock against your tongue. He slowly eased himself into your mouth, cursing as he feels your lips stretch around him. His hips would stutter with every slow thrust, a shaky breath following as you take in as much of him as you can. You were pushed onto him with every sharp snap of Chris’s hips, your moans dragging Jim closer to the edge. “Just a little longer, love.” He groans, his cock kicking at the sight of you glancing up at him through your lashes, tears shimmering in your eyes. His voice breaks slightly as he speaks, “doing such a good job.” He praises softly.

“You can be a little rough with her,” Chris chuckles through a heaving breath. “She can take it.” Jim wasted no time giving into his needs. You choke around him as his cock knocks into the back of your throat, Chris curses as you squeeze around him. You could feel both of them losing their steady rhythm, your body on the verge of giving out as you rapidly approached another climax.

Jim curses loudly as he pulls his cock from your mouth, ropes of pearly white cum painting his stomach and chest as he finishes, collapsing back onto his heels with a shaky sigh. Chris followed not far behind, your name tumbling from his lips as he pressed impossibly deep inside you. The feeling of his hot cum pooling inside you was enough to tip you over the edge, a sob cracking from your throat as Chris fucks your through your climax. He holds you there for a moment, breathing ragged, too sensitive to pull out. He lays down with you in his arms, eventually easing out of you with a hiss. Chris trails a thumb lazily across your hip, Jim absentmindedly playing with your hair.

“So, tell me about this arrangement you two have with Sid…”

[jimsbeetroot]

Hello dear! how are you? hope ok <3 i really love your writing and would love to ask you for a smut request (only if you want) i would like it to be an imagine of joey finding y/n masturbating and moaning his name, only if you want you can add sex rough and maybe degradation. take your time <3 please and thank you 💗

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warnings! smut, smut and very much smut! rough sex! degradation, punishment, fingering and so much more

summary; joey teaches reader a lesson for thinking she could do better than him

words; 1569

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IT WAS LATE, and the house was too quiet. Joey wouldn’t be home for at least another hour, but you couldn’t wait any longer. The need had been building all day, a slow, simmering burn that you’d tried to ignore, but it was impossible to deny. Your body ached with longing, a desire that only he could satisfy, but he wasn’t here.

Your fingers itched to touch, to find some relief, and before you knew it, you were naked on your bed, your hand between your legs, searching for the pleasure, the one only he could give you.

Your mind was filled with thoughts of Joey—his hands, his mouth, the way he commanded every inch of your body when you were together.

Your fingers moved in desperate strokes, slick with arousal, and you couldn’t stop the soft moans that slipped from your lips, his name on your tongue like a prayer.

“Joey,” you whispered, the sound of it spurring you on as you dipped your fingers deeper, chasing the release that teased at the edges of your consciousness. Your back arched off the mattress, your breath hitching as you imagined him here, hovering over you, his intense eyes locked on yours, his voice rough and possessive as he told you how much he wanted you.

But no matter how much you tried, no matter how fast or slow your fingers moved, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. Your frustration grew, a whimper of desperation escaping your lips. You needed him. God, you needed him so badly.

Lost in your own world, you didn’t hear the front door open, didn’t hear the sound of his footsteps coming up the stairs. All you could focus on was the growing ache between your thighs, the pressure building, and how close you were—so close—when suddenly, a voice cut through the haze of your desire like a knife.

“Enjoying yourself, kitten?”

Your eyes flew open, heart lurching in your chest as you turned your head to find Joey standing in the doorway, his expression dark and dangerous. The shock of being caught was like ice water on your skin, and you froze, your hand still buried between your legs.

“Joey,” you gasped, scrambling to sit up, but before you could move, he was there, his hand wrapping around your wrist in a bruising grip as he yanked your fingers out of your pussy.

“I asked you a question,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “Were you enjoying yourself, kitten? Did you think you could get off without me?”

“I—I wasn’t—” You stammered, but the words caught in your throat as he brought your wet fingers to his mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sight of it sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but there was no mistaking the anger in his eyes, the tension in his grip. He wasn’t pleased.

“You weren’t what?” he mocked, his eyes never leaving yours. “Weren’t thinking about me while you touched yourself? Weren’t moaning my name like a needy little slut?”

His words hit you like a blow, sharp and cutting, and you felt the sting of tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “I was thinking about you,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I couldn’t wait, Joey. I needed you, but you weren’t here, and I—”

“So, you thought you could just take care of it yourself?” he cut you off, his tone dripping with disdain. “You think you can do a better job than me, kitten? Is that it?”

“No!” You shook your head frantically, desperate to make him understand. “No, Joey, I didn’t mean—”

“Shut up.” The command was harsh, and you obeyed instantly, your breath catching in your throat. His hand tightened around your wrist, his other hand coming up to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. “You don’t get to touch yourself without my permission. You don’t get to come without me. Do you understand?”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest, the weight of his dominance pressing down on you in a way that made your pulse race with equal parts fear and excitement. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“Sorry isn’t good enough, kitten,” Joey snarled, his gaze piercing as he released your chin and shoved you back onto the bed. “I’m going to teach you a lesson. A lesson you won’t forget.”

You barely had time to register his words before he grabbed your legs, spreading them wide as he settled between your thighs. His eyes were locked on your exposed, glistening cunt, and the intensity of his gaze made your breath hitch in your throat. He replaced your fingers with his. You gasped at the sensation. Joey leaned down between your legs and grabbed on to your thighs, holding them spread apart. You whimpered when he blew on your sensitive skin, the hair on your neck standing up. He worked roughly, leaving no time for you to adjust or get into his rhythm. He merely plunged his two fingers in and out of you so fast, that you weren't quite sure, as to what was happening anymore. You hissed and groaned, using the pillow beside you to muffle your screams. “You were so horny, for this weren't you? Couldn't even wait a day for my fingers, could you?” Joey taunted and looked up at you with a devilish grin. He suddenly retrieved his fingers from your cunt and for the first time ever, you were almost relieved. He’d been so fast, so brutal with your cunt that it was nearly aching.

You were taken aback by his fury. You’d expected him to be flattered, but he was seeing red.

“You think you can do a better job than me?” he hummed, his voice low and dangerous.

Joey stood up and fumbled with his jeans, the chains clinging together as he dropped them to the ground. He took a step towards the edge of the bed and leaned down, positioning himself on his knees. He leaned over and grabbed a hold of your ankles, pulling at them roughly towards him, so that you were perfectly aligned in front of him. Your heart raced as Joey pulled his hard cock out of his boxers. He positioned himself between your thighs, his eyes dark with intent as he stared down at your exposed, glistening pussy. You were so wet, so ready for him, but he wasn’t going to make this easy for you. Not after what you’d done.

“Let’s see how much you can handle, kitten.”

Before you could respond, he slammed into you with one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt. The force of it knocked the breath from your lungs, and you cried out, your back arching off the mattress as the sudden intrusion stretched you wide. Joey didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t offer you any reprieve as he set a punishing pace, each thrust deep and unrelenting.

“Is this what you wanted?” Joey growled, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to bruise as he drove into you with merciless force. “You wanted to get fucked, didn’t you, kitten? You couldn’t wait for me, so you had to do it yourself. You had to touch yourself like a dirty little whore.”

His one hand travelled up to pinch your nipple and the pain made you gasp.

His words cut deep, but they only fueled the fire burning inside you. You were helpless beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of his thrusts, the roughness of his grip, but it was everything you craved. Your body responded to his dominance, the sting of his degrading words only pushing you closer to the edge.

“Tell me how much you need me,” Joey demanded, his voice sharp and commanding. “Tell me you can’t get off without me, kitten.”

“I can’t,” you gasped, tears streaming down your cheeks as your nails dug into the sheets. “I can’t, Joey. I need you. I need you so bad.”

“That’s right,” he growled, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch, to make your head spin with a dizzying mix of fear and pleasure. “You belong to me, kitten. Every part of you is mine. No one else can make you feel this way. No one else can fuck you like I can.”

A whimper escaped your lips as his grip tightened, his thrusts growing even more intense, each one driving you closer to the brink. The heat pooled low in your belly, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak, and you knew you were close—so close—but you wouldn’t let yourself fall until he gave you permission. Until he told you you could.

“You’re going to come for me, kitten,” Joey hissed, his voice rough with his own impending release. “But only when I say so. Only when I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” you choked out, your vision blurring as you teetered on the edge of oblivion. “Please, Joey, I need to come. Please let me come.”

His grip on your throat tightened even more, cutting off your air, making your head swim as he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, kitten. Now.”

The command sent you spiraling over the edge. With a choked cry, your body convulsed beneath him, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. Your walls clenched tight around his cock, pulling him deeper, and Joey groaned, his release following yours as he buried himself to the hilt, his warmth flooding you.

For a long moment, you were both lost in the aftermath, your bodies still shaking, hearts pounding in unison as you lay there, tangled together on the bed. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against your chest, the heavy rise and fall of his breath as he slowly came down from his high.

Finally, Joey pulled out of you, rolling onto his side as he gathered you into his arms, his demeanor softening as he held you close. He pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, his fingers brushing through your hair as he murmured, “Good girl, kitten. That’s what I like to hear.”

You snuggled into his chest, your body still quivering from the intensity of it all, but there was a deep sense of satisfaction, of comfort in the way he held you, in the warmth of his embrace. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice small and shaky.

Joey kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment before he spoke, his voice a soft rumble against my hair. “You’re forgiven, kitten. But remember, you don’t need to do that on your own. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

His words soothed the last remnants of your fear, replacing it with a warmth that spread through your chest

[hotgeniusreid]

No thoughts other than being sandwiched in between Jim and Mick while they make out to make you desperate, and got you feeling their hard cocks from behind and in front of you 🤤

I am very horny for men with long hair and beards 😩

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Hiii I'm new to writing fanfiction and I want some ideas, I'll write for slipknot members, Johnnie guilbert, and others just ask. I'll write fluff, angst and smut. Please give requests <3

[thefrogdalorian]

The Best of Both Worlds: Chapter Ten

Din Djarin x Female Reader Modern!AU

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Word Count:  9833 Rating: MATURE (18+ MDNI) Summary: The realities of the secret he is keeping from you begin to weigh heavily on Din's mind and he seeks advice from a certain curly haired co-star on what his next move should be. Things don't go exactly according to plan, not least because of the typically awful English weather... Content Warnings: Alcohol consumption, reader passes out from drinking too much and Din lifts her up (But made clear how strong/athletic he is, I struggle to imagine it for myself anyway!). Smut (non explicit, a lot of implied action but it gets a little steamy). Author's Note: Thanks for being patient while waiting for this one! It took longer than I hoped to publish it becaus I wanted to get it juuuust right as this wis a very important chapter for Din and Sunflower. I'd love to know what you think of his decision.... 👀

10. There's A War Inside Of Me - (Din's POV)

Din Djarin was in a bind. A terrible bind. Since meeting you, he had weaved a web of half-truths. The unbelievable, ridiculous set of events that had introduced you into his life had led him to this position: ensnared in the centre of a tangle torrid of lies that formed a web of his own making. Din knew that the position was becoming untenable. But he did not have the faintest idea of where to even begin to untangle himself. All Din knew for certain was that every second that the lie continued brought fresh agony to his anguished soul. 

The misery of not being in your presence was only compounded by the knowledge that you did not truly know who he was. 

Things did not get any better when Din spent time with you. Every time Din was with you, he feared that the truth would inadvertently slip out somehow and the secret he was keeping from you would be revealed. His fears were well-founded as, throughout the short time you had been dating, there had already been several close shaves. Moments when Din had come precariously close to having his cover blown.

Like on that night in the hotel when a bottle of champagne had almost brought everything crashing down around him…

✯✯✯

Din watched in horror as you raised the bottle in his direction when he entered your suite, after briefly leaving you alone to check on Kuiil and Grogu. His astonishment was not merely because you had, somehow, gotten your hands on more alcohol. It was directed in equal measure towards the little gold envelope you were clutching in your hand. 

“Din!” You shrieked. Din was completely bemused by how your previously sober – or at least sobering-up self – had been replaced by the giddy, giggly girl from the noodle shop. 

“They knocked on my door and gave me a bottle of champagne! Me! A bottle of champagne! Can you believe that?” You giggled breathlessly. “They gave me this envelope too, addressed to some guy called Jim Freeman! How funny is that? Do I look like my name is Jim Freeman?”

Din still stood there by the door, unmoving, rooted to the spot. You had realised, he knew it. You knew exactly who the man bearing that name was. It was the final piece of the puzzle which had led to you figuring out Din’s true identity. He knew with absolute certainty you were about to confront him about the secret he had been hiding from you. He braced himself for everything to come crashing down around him. When it did not, and you took another swig from the enormous bottle, Din employed his most convincing tone and attempted to steer you away from your current train of thought. 

“That’s pretty funny, Sunflower,” Din said with a nervous, awkward chuckle.

“It is!” You giggled. “It’s really funny. Did you know that the guy who created my favourite show has the same name?” You slurred, swaying slightly. There it was. Despite your alcohol-addled brain, you still remembered who the creator of The Mandalorian was. Din briefly tensed up, waiting for that particular train of thought to continue. When it didn’t, he felt himself relax as he realised that your drunken brain was too foggy to piece together the implications. Yet, Din was not yet out of the woods. When you spoke again, his blood ran cold. 

 “Wait!” You exclaimed, eyes widening as though a lightbulb had just switched on in your mind. “Do you know him? Is Jim Freeman your boss?” 

“No, he’s not my boss. It must be a common name. Perhaps they got the wrong room,” Din said quickly, hoping you wouldn’t press it further. He looked around the room, frantic for a distraction for your inebriated mind, which shouldn’t prove too difficult, considering how far gone you were. Din noticed a door leading away from the main room of the suite, giving him the perfect opportunity to change the subject. “Have you seen the bathroom yet?”

“No!” You squealed delightedly.

“Come on, Sunflower,” Din smiled, extending his hand to you. “I’ll show you the bathroom. It’s incredible, it even has a hot tub!”

Din felt himself relax a little as you grabbed his hand and followed him into the bathroom, squealing with delight at the promise of the luxuries which lay beyond the door. He hoped that in your intoxicated state, you had put down an envelope addressed to the writer of your favourite TV show sharing a name to mere coincidence. Of course, it wasn’t a coincidence at all. Din always asked Fennec to book hotels using Jim’s name. He didn’t have much longer to fret about it, though, distracted by your drunken antics as you clambered into the hot tub, fully clothed.

When Din had finally convinced you to dress in the swimsuit you had packed and joined you in the water, he delighted in the enthusiastic way you grabbed him and kissed him as the two of you sloshed around in the hot tub. The intimate moment certainly helped to put his mind at ease, though he did not allow things to escalate much further given your vulnerable state.

During a break in your slightly sloppy make-out session, Din watched, dumbfounded, as you clapped your unsteady hands against his jaw, cradling it in your hands. 

“You know, Din. You’re sooooo nice and kind, just like my favourite character Mando!” You giggled, clearly finding yourself hilarious without any idea of just how much your words terrified the man at your side. You sighed, staring at him contemplatively, and added, after a hiccup: “You kind of remind me of him.”

Din trembled with fear, despite the temperature of the water, as the implications of your words sunk in. He fretted that somehow, you had noticed the similarities. That even underneath the armour, with a distorted voice, he had failed to conceal his mannerisms once out of it well enough to fool you. Of course he had, you loved the show passionately. He should have foreseen this moment. He should have been honest from the beginning.

Mercifully, before Din could panic any further, he watched silently – with a stunned expression on his face – as you moved your hands from his cheeks down to his shoulders.

“And LOOK! Look at these broad shoulders!” You said, stroking his shoulders with a sleepy smile on your face. “So strong! You’re so strong, Din,” you slurred, before curling yourself into Din’s side and leaning down to rest your head on one of the shoulders that you apparently so admired. Then, you promptly fell asleep there, alerting Din to the fact when you began snoring loudly.

Din sat there, utterly baffled at the events which had just unfolded. At first, he panicked that you were making some kind of profound comparison between him and the character. As he considered it further, it seemed much more likely that it was your drunken ramblings, brought about due to your crush on Mando. Despite how far gone you were due to the baijiu and champagne, you had come terrifyingly close to the truth. You would never know just how correct you were.

Once he had ascertained that you were out for the count, Din realised that he needed to move you to bed. He sighed as he disentangled himself from your embrace and climbed out of the hot tub. Din scooped you up in his strong arms and was thankful that he adhered to such a strict exercise regime, perfect for lifting the dead weight of an adult human, passed out in a drunken stupor. Din laid you on the bed and towelled you off gently, before carefully tucking you under the crisp sheets. He dropped a gentle kiss on your forehead, before standing back and gazing at you sleeping soundly, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil that your words had provoked within him. Din’s heart contorted in pain, as he realised his predicament. Tonight, a line had been crossed. Din knew that he had finally lied to you for the first time. How could he ever look into your eyes again? Your sweet innocent eyes, which gazed at him with so much devotion and admiration. If you knew who he truly was, the secret he was hiding from you, could you ever love him?

After Din left your room, he had lain awake for hours, tossing and turning in the luxurious suite next to yours as Grogu slept soundly in a travel cot by his bed. He couldn’t help but worry about the implications of the night, of the lie. The words he had said due to the golden envelope with Jim’s name on it. Din fretted about what would happen if you ever connected the dots in a way more profound than your drunken admiration of his shoulders. Would he lose you forever?

Din tried to push those depressing thoughts far from his mind as he looked at the little boy who was sleeping soundly by his side. He hoped for both of their sakes that he hadn’t blown it with you. That Din had been able to successfully explain the name away to your tipsy self. Din loved spending time in your company. He was stunned by how natural things felt with you already. Since meeting you, he had felt freer within himself than he had for a long, long time.

If he had ruined things with you, Din Djarin knew that he would never forgive himself.

✯✯✯

The following week, however, it appeared that Din had not ruined anything. Far from it, in fact, if the fact that he was currently making out with you on your couch was any indication. Din’s lips were pressed against yours while your fingers tangled in his hair and lightly scratched his scalp as Din explored your mouth and face with his kisses. He felt himself grow hard when you panted into his ear and asked him whether he wanted to take this to your room. It was a question that only had one reply.

As Din followed you to your room, he grinned as he felt your hand in his, leading him to the place where he hoped your relationship would finally reach a new level. Finally, it seemed that Din would have the opportunity to show you how attracted he was to you, to show you how much you meant to him. His pulse rate quickened as he thought about how he would get to explore every inch of your body with his lips and convey how much he adored you with something more than his words. He thought back to how frustrated he had been that night in the hot tub, when you had been so close to him wearing so little. It had been the sweetest torture. Tonight had been torture of a different kind. Feeling your body so close to his as the two of you had been gradually getting closer to each other as you cuddled and watched a movie. Din had been patiently waiting for you to make some kind of move, some suggestion to take things up a notch. Now that you had, it seemed that he would finally have his chance to worship your body the way he had wanted to since he had first laid eyes upon you. Din couldn’t believe how beautiful you were, how right it felt when he held you in his arms. He couldn’t believe he was lucky enough to get close to you. If the man who first laid eyes upon you at the convention could see himself now, Din knew that he would scarcely believe how lucky he was. 

Now, Din was achingly close to having you all to himself as you guided him to your room. To your bed.

Din could barely contain himself when you whined into his ear, begging for him. Especially when you took the lead and pushed him up against the door, searching his mouth desperately with your tongue. The feeling as your hands snaked underneath his shirt and roamed across his skin was intoxicating, every inch of his skin was on fire.

He threw his head back against the door in ecstasy, euphoric at your gentle touch. When Din’s eyes briefly flickered open again, he glimpsed it. He knew immediately what it was. He immediately seized up in fear, hoping for one, brief moment that he had been mistaken and the two of you could continue along to where Din’s mind and body was screaming at him to take this. Unfortunately, as the endorphins left his body, Din accepted exactly what – or, rather, who – the poster depicted. He recognised the pose with an intimacy that only the man who had served as the model for the artwork would know. 

It was as though Din was staring into some kind of horrifying, twisted mirror, and seeing his own reflection. He stared in horror at the enormous figure of Mando, looming over the bed. Your bed. The image of himself towering there, omniscient, omnipresent and watching the two of you embracing almost sickened him to his stomach. It felt as though Din, as Mando, was judging himself from behind that dark visor. It was a bizarre, out of body experience. 

Din felt a sharp stab of pain, as though he had been winded in a stunt gone wrong. He was instantly transported to the time during the filming of season one, when he had been punched in the ribs after an actor had accidentally struck a gap between his plates of beskar. Just as it had been back then, all the air had been knocked out of Din’s lungs when he looked up above your bed and saw the poster you hung there. The effigy of himself, of the character he portrayed, known to millions of people around the world – including you – hanging there, right above where he wanted to take you. Din knew he couldn’t make love to you underneath a poster of himself. That would be sick and twisted. The thought of the black t-visor boring down at him, staring at him judgmentally as he took you on the bed… it was sickening.

It was then that he had pulled away and ran away, like a coward, rather than telling you the truth…

✯✯✯

Things had not gotten any easier for Din in the days that had followed since that evening in your bedroom. His soul was as anguished as ever, as he realised the precariousness of his situation. It had taken all of his strength and experience to make it to the end of another week of filming. Between takes, however, his mind wandered as he fretted about what to do, about where to even begin, were he to tell you the truth. 

Events from that night at your flat in particular had been weighing heavily on Din’s mind. It wasn’t as though Din had ever been in the dark about your love for the show that he was the star of, but seeing an image of himself in your bedroom, right above your bed, had rocked him to his core. It had made him realise what a dangerous position he had put himself in by being reckless and exploring a relationship with you. The worst thing was how much he cared for you. He was at constant war with himself, wondering how he dared to have the right to say he cared for you after the way he had purposefully hidden something from you. After he had lied to you.

Of course, when he thought of that night, Din was frustrated at how close the two of you had finally been to taking your relationship to another level, only to be stopped short by unforeseen circumstances. That frustration paled in comparison to how terrible Din felt at the thought of how personally you might have taken the interaction. 

He had tried to make it clear that his reason for backing away was not because he didn’t want you or was not attracted to you. Din knew that if you knew some of the ways he thought about you, you would never think such a thing. It broke his heart to think that you may have ever considered such a terrible thing to be true, when in reality, he wanted you more than anything.

Din ran, in part, because seeing the image of a version of himself staring back at him – a character that you loved and had passionately defended that day at the convention – freaked him out due to its looming presence over your bed. He also ran because seeing that poster was a stark reminder of the secret he was hiding from you. Din realised that he could not in good conscience take things any further without first being honest with you about who he really was. 

Lying to you was one thing, a matter he still bitterly regretted but actually falling into bed with you without having first had the guts to tell you the truth about the secret he had been keeping from you? Well, that would feel, to Din, like a betrayal of you. So, despite how much Din had ached to stay and allow himself to fall in bed with you, the pang of terror that he felt as the steely, unrelenting gaze of his own T-visor stared back at him had sent him running for the hills.

Try as he might to push it from his mind and distract himself with filming and taking care of Grogu, thoughts of that night and his near-betrayal of you continued to feature prominently in Din’s mind, even when he was on set. Between takes, he would think of how he was going to cut himself free from the tangle of lies he had weaved for himself.

Every scenario that he ran through in his mind of how to move forward seemed to have some downside. There was to be no way out of this particular predicament. A real bind, in every sense. 

Din was in an incredibly difficult position. Albeit one that he had only himself to blame for putting himself in. He knew at the time that pursuing something with you, even after he knew how big of a fan of Mando you were, was probably not the smartest idea. Yet, not having you in his life was unthinkable. You had bowled him over with your attentiveness, your intelligence and your kindness towards Grogu. Just being yourself had caused the ordinarily stoic and composed man, a trained warrior, to lose all rational thought. His Sunflower, his beautiful Sunflower, had brought so much vibrancy to his life. 

It was better to tell you the truth before you figured it out yourself. Din knew that if he left it too long and you figured out who he was before he had told you, it might hurt you. He had already had more than enough close shaves. There had been a couple of occasions when things had gotten too close for comfort for Din’s liking, especially for a man who always liked to be in control.

It wasn’t just the envelope that had brought you dangerously close to uncovering the truth that night in the hotel. There was the other moment when the two of you were splashing around in the hot tub. He remembered how you had insisted that he reminded you of Mando. It was more of a comparison to his physical attributes, rather than any concrete theories. But still, Din had panicked, frantically wondering whether the bottle of champagne that had been delivered in Jim’s name had made something click for you. He tried his best to maintain an air of calmness outwardly, while inside, Din was frantic that you hadn’t been in an entirely drunken stupor when he explained the name away. 

Mercifully, the following morning when you woke up, Din discovered that you had been so out of it that you hadn’t even remembered whether you had slept together and had been utterly convinced that you had gone to the spa. If you couldn’t remember those two things, there was no way you remembered the envelope or the comments you made to him in the hot tub. It had been too close for comfort, but you had not brought it up on subsequent dates and it seemed that it was long out of your mind.

Din wondered if these close calls, the way you had unknowingly come close to uncovering the truth, had perhaps been a sign that he needed to be honest with you. He considered how, if your hands had roamed just a little lower than merely his stomach when the two of you were kissing in your bedroom, things would have passed a point of no return. Din wanted you so badly that he was sure that even having seen the poster, he would have been left with no choice but to stay with you. To finally get close to you and feel your body against his, without any barriers. Just the two of you, finally becoming one. 

Perhaps it was for the best then, that he had spied the poster when he did. That there was possibly a hint of hesitancy in your ministrations which had bought him some time. Instead of focusing on his frustration, Din wondered whether he should be grateful that events had played out the way that they had. He would never be grateful that he had pushed you away and upset you, of course. But perhaps this was the wake up call he needed, an opportunity he should seize as now, he had no choice but to address his bizarre behaviour. 

But every time he imagined himself telling you the truth, Din felt himself trembling with nerves, in stark contrast to his usual stoic nature. He wondered how he would ever get the words out, how to even begin to tell you the truth. It was such a ridiculous, unimaginable predicament that someone as ordinarily calculating and meticulous as Din had gotten himself into. 

It didn’t help that he could not shake you from his mind, either. 

No matter how hard he tried, visions of your face would not stop flickering through his mind. Even when he was not with you, Din longed for your presence, to feel you close to him. To press more kisses against your soft lips and traverse your soft skin with his hands. He could not stop thinking about you, no matter how hard he tried. Not when he was on set, or alone at home with Grogu, or lying awake at night. You were all that was on his mind.

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Somehow, despite how distracted Din had been, he had successfully made it through another week of filming The Mandalorian without another disastrous day like the one he had after encountering you at the museum when he had been sent for an early lunch. Well, almost made it through. It was Friday lunchtime on set and Din found himself sitting alone in his trailer with only his racing thoughts for company. The silence gave him an opportunity to quietly contemplate his next move. It was a warm summer's day, so Iggy had taken Grogu to a local park to get some fresh air so the little boy wasn’t cooped up in the studio all day. In his absence, Din felt his emotions all the more strongly, with no one there to distract him from fretting about how he was ever going to tell you the truth. 

At the peak of his despondency, there was a knock at the door. Din placed his helmet atop his head and padded across the room, and discovered a certain eccentric, curly-haired co-star at the door. 

“Heard Grogu wasn’t around, figured you might want some company,” Peli offered as she marched across the room and took a seat on the plush sofa. 

“Thanks, Peli,” Din nodded, before taking a seat next to her. He sighed. Din was grateful for her presence, the distraction she would provide from his anguish, but he was struggling to keep his emotions in check.

“You seem a little stressed,” Peli noted.

Din shrugged. He wasn’t always the most skilled at talking about his feelings, especially not with someone who could be as abrasive as Peli.

“How are things going with your girl, Mando?” Peli asked. If Din had been able to drink the coffee that he had been sipping before Peli had entered the room in her presence instead of needing to hide his face behind a helmet after she entered, he was sure he would have spat it all over her.

“I… uh, fine,” Din stuttered.

“You don’t sound so sure,” Peli said, raising an eyebrow.

“No, things are great. She’s great. Fantastic, intelligent, beautiful. So funny and caring towards Grogu. It’s just… me,” Din sighed. 

“Why? Did something happen?” Peli asked, her voice full of sympathy.

“I haven’t told her the truth, Peli,” Din admitted. “I can’t, I’m too afraid of losing her. But I fear if I don’t soon, I might push her away.”

Din elected to omit the steamier details of just how and why he had ended up in your room, knowing that Peli would never let him live it down otherwise. He could already imagine all the ways she would tease him, so he continued with his retelling of events, minus the salacious details:

“I was at her flat last weekend. We were having a lovely evening but then I saw, in one of the rooms, that she had a poster of me, of Mando. I knew she was a fan but just seeing it, I freaked out,” Din winced at the memory. “I ran away. I feel like I can’t lie to her anymore, but I don’t know how to tell her the truth.”

“Oh, Mando,” Peli said sympathetically, squeezing Din’s arm just underneath his pauldron in an attempt to console him. “It seems as though you’re really in a tough spot.”

The fact that Peli wasn’t laughing or teasing him, somehow made Din feel even worse about the whole thing. At least if Peli had made some teasing remark or joke about it, things would have felt far more normal and less intimidating to Din. Instead, the fact that Peli actually felt bad and was comforting him, was a testament to the seriousness of the situation.

“I know. I don’t know what to do, Peli,” Din admitted. 

“Can you tell her?” Peli asked. “I mean, are you allowed to? Is there anything in your contract that would forbid you from telling other people?”

“No,” Din replied, honestly. “I can tell whoever I want, but others are forbidden from naming me. There are only a handful of people that know my identity.”

“So if you wanted to, right now, you could take your helmet off and show me your face?” Peli said, clearly stunned at the information.

“I could,” Din confirmed.

“But you’re not going to.”

“No, Peli. I’m not going to,” Din agreed, relieved that the question was hypothetical, that she was not pushing him.

“Well, that’s interesting to note,” Peli said with a smirk and Din found himself relieved that the characteristic teasing tone he was so used to was back. “No, seriously, Mando. I think you just have to come out with it and tell her the truth. Does she talk about the show a lot? I mean, does she talk about it enough that after telling her the truth, you would feel like she was only staying with you because she’s a fan of the show and not because she likes you as a person?”

“No, not at all. Our connection goes deeper than all of this,” Din said, gesticulating towards his armour. “She mentioned Mando once when she was wasted. She said that I seemed as nice and kind as him and something about how I had broad shoulders. Which I suppose are all compliments. And I didn’t realise that people paid any attention to my shoulders.”

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” Peli nodded, her eyes glazing over slightly as she agreed. “I mean the suit! The suit just makes you look broad!”

Din smirked behind the helmet and shook his head at the kooky woman before him. Peli could be ridiculous sometimes. Din always felt as though she was an older relative, always keen to look out for him. Until sometimes, when she would make comments which led Din to believe that she possibly had a crush on him. Theirs was a confusing dynamic, but ultimately Din knew how deeply they both cared for each other. 

“Anyway, Mando. I think you have to tell her before things get any more serious between the two of you. If you wait, she might feel as though you lied to her. Maybe she’d even resent you, after finding out the truth. I don’t think there’s any way around it. Being The Mandalorian is such a big part of your life, I can’t imagine you hiding that from anyone. I mean, have you considered the fact that you will probably leave the country soon, after filming finishes?”

“No. I hadn’t even thought of us leaving. Um, I was considering sticking around since Grogu seems to love it here so much. It’s quiet and peaceful. I was thinking Grogu and I could build a life together here, with her.”

“Awwww, Mando. Look at you, settling down, putting down roots!” Peli teased.

Din huffed a laugh from underneath his helmet, but truthfully Peli’s words terrified him. Could he ever truly stay in one place and allow anyone to occupy his heart entirely? Din knew that if anyone was going to convince him to finally make a home somewhere, it was going to be you.

That thought should have excited him, thrilled him as he imagined your future together. But as he went about the rest of his day and finished filming, all he could think about was the terror of losing you forever when he finally told you the truth. Lying about the name on the envelope, deflecting questions about his job, while you ranted about yours. Would you ever forgive him?

Seeing Grogu after he arrived home did not even help his anguished soul, either. Even as he played with his son that night, visions of your face contorting in pain and rage as you discovered the truth about his identity played in his mind, over and over.

Despite understanding that telling you the truth was the best course of action, Din was still absolutely terrified. After putting Grogu to bed, he sat on the couch and texted you, laughing at the humour that shone through in your every word as you caught him up on your week. With each string of letters and message received, your words unknowingly only added to Din’s anguish. The feeling that he continued to live a lie was never far from his mind. His guilt for starting something with you when he knew that he was hiding a secret that would surely change everything loomed over him. 

Din knew that he had to tell you the truth about who he was. Telling the truth was the right thing to do. A man as honourable as Din valued the truth above all else. He knew that it might cost him everything, but he couldn’t stand to see you hurt if he waited any longer to tell you the truth. Din knew that coming clean could change everything between the two of you. He was aware that you might even hate him after discovering that he had not been entirely transparent with you, but it was a risk he had to take if he was going to secure any kind of future with you. Din knew that healthy relationships could not be built upon lies and deception. At least not without them crumbling eventually.

It wasn’t going to be easy, though.

As he went to bed that night, Din fretted that the next time he laid his head upon his pillow, he would have lost you forever. He feared that you would never speak to him again after he finally came clean and revealed the truth…

✯✯✯

Ding dong.

Din bounded to the door enthusiastically after hearing the doorbell ring, leaving Grogu momentarily unattended in the kitchen. Despite the part of him that was dreading the news that he knew he would have to impart on you, he couldn’t wait to see you. Din had been practically giddy all morning, the thought of finally having you in his house was an electrifying prospect. 

Din hoped that telling you the truth wouldn’t change your relationship in the long run. He supposed that you would probably take some time to process his revelation, and he wouldn’t be able to blame you for that. Din imagined that discovering that the guy you had been dating for a couple of months was secretly the actor from your favourite show would take some time to wrap your head around. For a man usually so meticulous and deliberate with his actions, surprisingly, Din hadn’t thought precisely about how he would tell you. He just hoped that he would slip it into conversation perhaps gradually with some hints that would lead you to hopefully connect the dots without too much intervention from him. 

The first sight of you, after Din opened the door, caused all thoughts of telling you to flee far from his mind. You looked so beautiful, even though you were not dressed for anything more formal than a casual afternoon with Din and his boy. He stood there for a second, transfixed at the way you wore your hair and how your clothes complimented your features perfectly.

“Earth to Din!” You giggled, waving a hand.

“Oh!” Din shook his head, finally realising that he had been standing there wordlessly admiring you. “Come on in, Sunflower.”

Din’s heart swelled as you smiled and stepped over the threshold, gracing his cottage with your presence for the very first time. It only expanded further when you wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in for a kiss. When you finally broke away for air, you leaned your forehead against Din’s and smiled shyly.

“Hi,” you whispered. “Been wanting to do that all week.”

“Me too,” Din smiled, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. “Come on, I’ll show you where we’re having lunch.” 

Din stepped back from your embrace and began walking through the corridor which led to the kitchen, eager to see his son.

“Grogu can’t wait to see you, I made us–” but Din trailed off when he realised he did not hear your footsteps behind him. 

Din smiled at the way you had stopped in the corridor, a look of awe on your face as you glanced out of the old paned window towards the rolling lush green hills that lay just beyond the window. When he had first moved here, Din had found himself just as awestruck as you were. Somewhere along the way, he had forgotten just how beautiful the view was. Life had gotten busier, his schedule more hectic... but thankfully you were here to bring some peace back.

“In under an hour I’ve gone from the sprawl of the city to something as peaceful and scenic as this,” you whispered in amazement. “It’s beautiful.” 

“Not as beautiful as you,” Din breathed as he walked up behind you and placed his strong arms around your waist. He nuzzled into your hair, enjoying your scent and delicately kissed the top of your head.

Din was happy to hold you in that embrace for a few minutes, holding you closely and tightly as if he were scared that you were going to slip away from him somehow. He felt as though you might, given the enormity of what he had yet to tell you. Plus, he wanted to make up for the way he had pushed you away the previous week and underline how attracted he was to you. Din probably could have stayed there all afternoon, holding you close and feeling the calmness and warmth that spread throughout his body whenever you were in his arms. But it seemed that his son had other ideas. Grogu let out a loud babble from the kitchen and Din released your waist, not without one final kiss. 

“I’m afraid that my cooking skills are not quite as good as yours,” Din admitted as the pair of you walked to the kitchen, hand in hand. “So I just made us some sandwiches.”

“Sounds wonderful,” you smiled as you entered the kitchen. “Hi Grogu!” You said cheerfully to the little boy who was sitting patiently in his high chair at the table, clearly eager to commence with the lunch that his father had lovingly made for him.

Din loved the way you greeted Grogu, you spoke to him as though he was a person and not just a cute child. Din knew that somehow, Grogu sensed the world around him on a deeper level than most children of his age did, due to his past. It was something that both broke his heart but made him incredibly proud to be this little boy’s guardian. 

“Those sandwiches look like they were made by someone who loves you very much,” you said, nodding towards Grogu’s plate before smiling at Din.

Din found himself blushing as he realised that you had noticed the way he had prepared Grogu’s food. He had painstakingly cut the crusts off Grogu’s sandwiches and chopped them into triangles. It was just how Grogu preferred them, he couldn’t resist spoiling the little boy and giving him pretty much everything that he wanted. If there was something that made Grogu happy, Din would not hesitate to accommodate him.

✯✯✯

After lunch had been eaten, Din was about to suggest going for a walk. He thought that he could perhaps use the stunning scenery to his advantage, to distract you from the wrath that you would no doubt wish to reign down upon him after you discovered the information that he had been hiding from you. But you were first to speak, and your words struck terror into Din’s heart.

“You know, it’s funny because I thought I recognised the name of this village for some reason, and when we drove over here, the driver was telling me that there are some film studios here,” you babbled excitedly. “He told me that this is where they made the original Star Wars movies. I didn’t realise how close it was to where you live, Din!” 

Din was frozen by your comment, utterly blindsided by your words. Was that a hint, a question? Was it wrong that he desperately hoped it was? At least he wouldn’t have to begin the conversation himself, then. Plus, Peli had suggested that he take a run-up to the reveal by perhaps first telling you that he worked on the show and then eventually saying that he was in fact The Mandalorian. Din knew that this would be the perfect chance to slip it in, tell you that yes, he did work at the studios and what was more, he worked on your favourite show. Instead, Din felt himself frozen, paralysed by fear. Despite the moment which had fallen into his lip, he could not seize the opportunity.

“Oh, sorry,” you mumbled, looking down in embarrassment. “I forgot you don’t like Star Wars.”

Din breathed a tremendous sigh of relief, the moment had passed, without him even needing to intervene.

“It’s fine, Sunflower,” Din smiled. “I never realised just how close it was,” Din shrugged, busying himself with clearing the plates.

It was another lie. They were almost becoming too easy now, too habitual. If you weren’t currently speaking to Grogu and making the little boy roar with laughter, perhaps Din’s mind would have been spiralling and berating himself for his lies. Instead, he was smiling back at the interaction as he tidied the mess from your lunch away and thinking just how perfectly you had already fitted into life in his cottage…

✯✯✯

Din felt the comforting weight of Grogu in his baby carrier, nestled against his chest as the three of you strolled through the stunning countryside. It was a presence that Din attempted to ground himself with, to draw strength from as he thought about beginning to tell you the truth. The words ran through his mind, over and over. But he could not bring himself to vocalise them, to begin telling you the truth. Din peered down at Grogu’s curly hair, feeling his heart constrict when he thought of all his son had been through in his young life. The child had seemed happiest here, in this location, out of the numerous places they had lived together. Not only that, but Grogu had seemed at his happiest with you. How could Din ever bring that crashing down for him?

As you strolled up a hill towards a particularly stunning view that Din enjoyed hiking up to whenever he had a day off, Din considered that now would be the perfect opportunity to just come clean to you and inform you that he was in fact, the man behind your favourite TV show. Something was stopping him each time. It was the way you looked, your complexion glowing against the landscape. It was the way you felt, your soft hand in his, fingers laced tightly together. It was how you made him feel, the warm presence in his chest whenever you were near. No matter how hard Din tried to visualise him saying those words and finally vocalising the rough script that had been turning over in his mind over and over… Din just could not do it. He was utterly terrified of losing you, of ruining this thing that had become so precious and had been just what you both needed. To ruin that, to potentially cause himself and Grogu to lose you, it was unthinkable.

So he stayed quiet. Din realised he was doing something he utterly despised: being a coward. But he rationalised his decision as he looked down at his son, realising how calm and serene Grogu was at this moment. There was no way Din could contemplate sacrificing his son’s happiness.

Din’s silence caused his heart to flutter with anxiety when the two of you approached the crest of the hill and the grey buildings came into view. Once again, he had inadvertently put himself in a position where Din and Mando’s worlds were coming dangerously close to colliding.

Din regretted his decision to suggest this particular route almost as soon as the three of you made it to the crest of a fairly sizable hill about half a mile from his house. His regret did not come due to the grey clouds that had suddenly rolled in across the horizon. It came because he realised, far too late, that his place of work was on full display from up here. The grey buildings that comprised The Volume were visible, even behind the tall ferns that had been planted to try and obstruct the views. Din knew that since you were such a big fan of the show, you likely knew full well that it was not only the original Star Wars movies which had been shot here, but The Mandalorian too. Inviting you to his home had been a risk for numerous reasons, but this walk had been downright reckless. 

Din glanced over at you, wondering if you had connected the dots. He found your expression impossible to read, but probably one of awe due to your surroundings rather than realising the significance of the buildings. If you had realised their significance, however, you had not vocalised it to him. Din hoped, as you stood there appreciating the view that you were too busy focusing on the rolling hills and lush greenery to realise the importance of the buildings before you.

Mercifully, the climate of Din’s temporary home country was here to bail him out. It was early August, but that did not stop the typical English weather from being as unpredictable as ever. The grey clouds that had rolled in suddenly looked more ominous than they had when the three of you had first reached the crest of the hill. Din noticed that the air was suddenly incredibly peaceful and still. 

But not for long. 

The heavens opened, and thick raindrops were suddenly pelting the three of you. Grogu let out a squeal as his father moved to place a hood over his unruly curly hair. Din looked around, fearful that you would be cold and upset that your walk had been ruined. But instead of finding you despondent or enraged, Din was relieved to see the enormous grin that had swept over your features. As the pair of you began to take in your predicament – stranded on top of a hill with a toddler in tow as a storm swept in – Din found that he could not do anything except laugh. He was almost bent double, hands on his knees as he dissolved into fits of giggles. Din had not been this carefree, he had not laughed this much for a long time. But, here, with you… in this stupid situation that would have probably completely freaked him out if he was here with anyone else on earth… he could do nothing more than laugh. It was a freeing, welcome experience and he soon found that his cheeks ached after all the laughter.

“There’s a tree over there, should we shelter underneath it?” Your suggestion finally snapped him out of his glee. The idea of waiting out the storm underneath a tree seemed palatable at first, but Din soon realised that this might be a storm of such veracity to include lightning. After all, the rumbles of thunder had been the last sounds before the heavens had opened.

“What if there’s a bolt of lightning?” Din replied, having to shout slightly over the noise of the rain. He suddenly realised that despite the time he had spent outdoors in his life, he did not comprehend storms as well as he should have. The English countryside was rather unfamiliar terrain to him, after all. 

“Good point,” you agreed. 

Din looked at you quizzically as you reached out to take his hand in yours. Although the two of you had walked up the hill, hand in hand, he had dropped it in all the commotion of putting the hood on Grogu and making sure his son was okay. The rain was pelting down with a vengeance now, hard enough that Din was momentarily concerned that it was going to leave bruises. He was just about to open his mouth to ask you why you had taken his hand, when, without warning… you started running down the hill. Din almost found himself knocked off his feet, fortunately, his reflexes meant that your actions did not send Din and Grogu tumbling down in a muddy heap.

Perhaps it was the adrenaline of running hand in hand with you, or the distinct giddiness that rain has a unique ability to cause, but Din could not stop laughing the entire way home. Even as your pace slowed once you did not have the slope of the hill to assist your journey home, he was still breathless with laughter. The rain slowed somewhat as the three of you made it to the village, and had almost stopped when Din’s cottage finally came into view. Din was soaked to the bone and fretted as your teeth began chattering as you walked up the path.

“The heating should be on,” Din offered as he pushed the old wooden door open.

“Excellent!” You squealed, making a beeline for the radiator. “I’m staying right here!” You sighed, clinging to the radiator for dear life.

“Alright, I’m just going to bathe Grogu and then put him down for a nap,” Din explained.

“Okay, see you later Grogu,” you smiled. “And well done for being so brave.”

Din grinned as he ascended the stairs, his heart soaring at your words. Some people may not have even picked up on how scary a storm could be for a child as sensitive to Grogu… but you were different. You stunned Din with the depths of your capacity for love with every interaction.

✯✯✯

When Grogu was bathed, dried and settled for his nap, Din descended the stairs. A smirk appeared over his features when he realised that you were still in the same position. His smirk dropped as soon as he realised that you were wearing significantly fewer clothes than he remembered.

“Sorry, I had to take my shirt and jeans off,” you shrugged. “Couldn’t bear the feeling of wet clothes.

“It’s fine, Sunflower,” Din nodded, but his brain was struggling to comprehend the sight before him. Of you, topless, in his house.

“Din?!” You exclaimed, Din snapped his head to look at you, not realising that he had been ignoring you. “I said, is it okay if I take a shower?”

“Oh! Right, sorry of course you can. I’ll get you a spare pair of pyjamas.” Din said, mouth slightly ajar as he regarded you in just your underwear. He had seen you in only a swimsuit that night in the hotel, of course, but that had been a few weeks ago. And you had been wasted. Ogling you then had felt like he was taking advantage of you… but now you seemed to know full well what you were doing. Your shy smile indicated exactly that you knew the impact you were having on his body. 

That night in the flat, when you had been about to finally fall into bed together until the poster that hung above your bed had stopped him in his tracks, was a distant memory. Din had cursed that poster endlessly since that fateful day, now perhaps he would curse it no more. Every day since then, he yearned to touch you, to taste you. Every time he had gotten himself off quickly in the shower when his thoughts had become too much to bear any longer, it was you who he imagined as he pumped his length with his fist. Your mouth around his throbbing cock, so soft, so warm…

“Hello! Din!” You said, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Uh, shit. I’m sorry.” Din said, absolutely mortified that you had caught his mind wandering again.

“I was just asking you to show me where the bathroom is, so I can take a shower. My eyes are up here, mister,” you added, with a flirtatious smirk.

“Sorry, yes, of course,” Din quickly recovered and moved in the direction of the stairs.

As he ascended them with you following closely behind, Din took a deep breath in an attempt to steady his racing pulse. He had invited you here to tell you the truth about who he was. Now, thanks to the weather, things had taken a risque turn that he had certainly never intended.

When he reached the bathroom, he pushed the door open and switched the light on. You stepped inside and murmured your thanks.

“Enjoy your shower,” Din breathed and then turned around to leave.

Din jumped as he felt your fingers close around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. You pulled him back towards you and placed your fingers into his curly hair. For a moment, Din wondered if he was going to pass out as you played with the damp dark brown hairs at the nape of his neck. He sighed and gazed at you adoringly. Then, Din groaned as you tilted your head to the side to kiss him, firstly on his mouth and then along his jaw. 

“I didn’t say you couldn’t come with me,” you purred, your hot breath washing over the shell of his ear. Din shuddered with want.

Din nodded and took you by the hand. There was no going back now. No Mandalorian posters to stop you, no revealing secrets to halt this moment in its tracks. Din was already hard, throbbing with the weeks of pent-up desire that being close to you without having the opportunity to act upon it had produced.

Din wanted you, badly. 

As the two of you stood there in the bathroom, Din was vaguely aware that he didn’t want the first time he had you to be in the shower. He wanted to take you to bed, worship you with his lips and tongue, show you how special you were to him, how much you had changed his life. Din wasn’t sure that pushing you up against the tiles of his bathroom as the hot jets of his shower cascaded over your naked bodies was quite what he had envisioned for your first time together. Then again, there were many ways that you had taken Din by surprise throughout your relationship. The more he considered it, the more desperate your moans got as he continued the steamy makeout session in his bathroom with you, the more Din was certainly coming around to the idea.

When you reached around your back to peel your wet bra off your body, all protestations had left Din’s mind. You were so perfect, so beautiful, you clearly wanted him so badly given how your cheeks were flushed, your lips parted and your eyes darkened in desire as you gazed at him through your eyelashes. How could he deny you what you wanted?

“You’re beautiful,” Din rasped as he gathered you in his strong arms, bringing his lips to your neck and kissing a trail down towards your chest.

“Let’s get in the shower,” you panted. Din was pleased that you had somehow maintained enough brain cells to remind him of why you were in here in the first place. Neither of you particularly needed any warming up anymore, but there was a feeling of griminess that lingered after being caught in the rain like that.

As Din stripped out of his remaining clothes, discarding them alongside your soaked underwear in a heap on the floor that he would deal with later, he almost tripped in his haste to climb in the shower alongside you. Knowing that you were waiting for him, naked, and how badly you wanted him was enough to almost make him lose coordination in his desperation. Din could hardly believe this was happening, this was real. Although at the time he had cursed the English weather for being so unpredictable, it seemed now that it would be a blessing in disguise. You had ended up exactly where he had fantasised about you. Except this time, Din wouldn’t be stroking himself as he moaned your name desperately into an empty bathroom. This time, you would be moaning his name as you finally came together as one.

Din entered the shower and practically moaned at the sight of your naked form under the water. He grinned at the sight of you waiting for him, a perfect vision…

✯✯✯

Din’s breath hitched in his throat as he walked into Grogu’s bedroom and saw the sight before him. After the shower the two of you shared – which had devoted far more time to pleasure than actually cleaning off, but it had suitably achieved its initial goal of warming both of you up – Din had given you a pair of his pyjamas to change into while he went to make a hot drink. The sight of you wearing his old maroon flannel pyjamas had sent a bolt of desire coursing through him that almost sent him stripping you straight back out of them.  A task he would have relished, were it not for Grogu’s mewling over the baby monitor. Din had looked at you apologetically, but you had waved away his concerns and instantly gone to assist his son.

When he returned holding the steaming mugs, he saw you sprawled out on your stomach on the floor of Grogu’s bedroom, playing dinosaurs with him. It was a scene so shockingly domestic that it set every single one of Din’s nerve endings alight. You were being so attentive to Grogu, playing with him as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Grogu was giggling and clapping his chubby hands together. Din knew that he had had every intention of telling the truth, but it seemed as though the threat of missing out on moments like this was too great a risk to contemplate. Din set the mugs down and stood back to continue observing the scene before him.

“Thanks,” you smiled, before returning your attention to the boy.

“Come on Grogu, let’s play with this,” you said, leading Grogu to the corner of the room where a small wooden train set lay once he had become uninterested in the dinosaurs.

Observing you there with Grogu, Din felt as though the pieces of his life had finally fallen into place. Everything was too perfect. The hours Din had lay awake, worrying whether he was doing the right thing for Grogu by introducing you into their lives seemed like a distant memory now. Now, in you, Grogu had finally found someone he was comfortable with and happy with.

Din loved watching the two of you play together, swallowing a lump in his throat each time little giggles filled the room. That boy had been through too much in his life. To see him so happy was a miracle. Din knew that he couldn’t do anything to jeopardise that. If he told you the truth, he would potentially lose you and the love you had for Grogu, leaving their lives all the poorer for it. He would lose the love he hoped you already had, or would one day have for him, too. 

Din had lost his nerve. He should have been disgusted by himself, for cowardice was not the Mandalorian way. Family was, however, an integral part of being Mandalorian. Din knew that he had taken this decision for the good of his family, so he reasoned that he should not be too harsh on himself. The time for processing the decision he had made could come later, for now, it was time to appreciate your presence.

Din grabbed a brightly coloured wooden carriage and sat cross-legged on the fluffy carpet, smiling at the way the two of you seemed so thrilled he had joined in the game you were playing. The way you had fitted in with his home, as though you had always been here, it was difficult to believe that it had just been him and Grogu for so long.

As he pushed the wooden trains around with you and Grogu, Din almost dared to dream that the three of you were becoming a family.

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𝐈’𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐓

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: Jim Root X Female!Reader

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: No

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Jim unknowingly turns reader on during a show and she decides she’s ready for him.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT!! P in v(protected💪), oral(F!receiving), fingering and strong language.

𝐀/𝐧: I’m back, boo! Would ya bloody believe it??!! This one is acc proofread xoxo

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1231

I was stood backstage watching my boyfriend, James, as he played his guitar. The way his fingers moved across the strings of the guitar, the way he'd glance at me every so often and hold eye contact, I could tell he was smirking under his mask.

I was now swaying my hips to the music - yes, swaying my hips to Slipknot - and I could feel James’s eyes on me. He was watching my every move, his eyes were burning holes into me. I teasingly moved my hands through my hair, to my breasts, squeezing the covered flesh in my hands before moving them down to my hips and thighs. I was putting on a show for him, somewhat in thanks to him putting on a show for not just me but hundreds of thousands of other people. We locked eyes for a second before he winked and went back to looking at either the crowd - that was going absolutely fucking insane - or his guitar.

The band thanked the crowd before leaving the stage, both hyped up and tired. “That was fucking amazing!” I cheered as I gave them a hug. “Thank you, princess,” James smiled, connecting my lips to his. “Disgusting. Get a fucking room,” Sid groaned. “We’re going home now, see you soon,” I blurted before dragging James out to the car.

“Woah, what’s gotten into you?” He laughed as I fished the car keys out of my bag. “Nothing, that show must’ve been tiring. We should get in be- TO BED! We should get to bed,” I replied, swinging the drivers door open and getting in. I realised that I was almost a whole extra foot away from the steering wheel as it was James’s car. “Get in the passengers side, then” he laughed again. As he said that, he tapped my thigh — the slight bit of connection between our bodies lit my body on fire as the neediness grew in my core. I moved over to the passenger side and he got in the car, turning the key into ignition and setting off for home. The whole time, his hand was on my thigh, rubbing circles that were both comforting and turning me on. Did he know I was ready? We’d talked about it before, he said he’d wait until I was ready and fuck, was I ready.

The second the car were parked in the driveway, I got out the car and dragged him out too - accidentally hitting his head on the car door. “Sorry. Hurry.”

“Why are you in a rush? Are the FBI after you?” He laughed. “Don’t kill my mood, I’m begging,” I said as I flung the front door open. “What mo- wait, that mood?” He asked as his eyes widened. I slammed the door closed as I mumbled a ‘mhm’ and connected his lips to mine again — this time, in a needy kiss. He pulled away from my lips and said, “are you sure you’re ready?” “Yes, positive.” That was all he needed before he smashed his lips onto mine. His hands found their way to my waist then to the back of my thighs as he squeezed the flesh in his hands. My need for him was becoming almost unbearable as he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me up the stairs with ease. We parted for a second to catch our breaths at the top of the stairs. “Are you definitely sure?” He asked. “Fuck, yes,” I moaned as we connected our lips. “I’ll take care of you,” he said. We reached our bedroom and he wasted no time with kissing me against the door.

He let me down to my feet and helped me fully undress as he did the same. He was fully erect as we got on the bed and I lay down against the plush pillows. The sheets were made and neat but I knew that wouldn’t last long as he wasted no time in kissing my thighs. “Is this okay?” He checked. “More than okay,” I moaned as I tangled my fingers in his dark strands. He moved his face to where I needed him most and sucked my clit into his mouth while he circled two fingers around my entrance. He pushed his digits in and curled them against my g-spot. I let out a strangled moan at the satisfaction, his lips felt like heaven against my throbbing clit. I could already feel my orgasm building as he repetitively stroked my g-spot with his fingers. “Fuck, James. Feels so good,” I whined as the burn in my core spread around my body. I felt like I was floating in space as he pressed quick kisses to my clit. I wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer as my whimpers grew louder. “It’s okay, cum on my fingers, princess,” his voice was deep and husky as he spoke. I felt like I could see stars as I released on his fingers, white pleasure washed over me in silky white sheets — it knocked the air out of my lungs. I came down from my high and looked down at James who had a wide smile on his lips. “I want more,” I breathed as he brought his lips to mine. “As you wish,” he said as he grabbed a condom out of the bedside draw.

He slipped the rubber into his cock and teased my entrance with his tip. “Ready?” He asked, earning a nod from me. He slowly pushed his length into me, stretching me out. Tears slightly pricked in my eyes at the pain that slowly turned into pleasure, moans leaving my lips. “Good girl,” he praised as he bottomed out and started moving at a slow pace. “Please, James, go faster,” I whined. That was all he needed before he picked up the pace and started driving his hips into mine, quick and steadily. I looked down at where our bodies were connected so deliciously and at my lower stomach where his dick was making a slight bump on the surface. “Look at this,” he grinned as he put slight pressure on the bulge. Our faces both contorted into absolute pleasure and satisfaction as both our orgasms neared. My breaths became quick and shallow as I clawed my nails down his back. “Mm~ you feel… so good,” I moaned as he pressed kisses to my lips. He took one of my hands in his as his thrusts got progressively more sloppy. “Can’t hold it,” I whispered. “Do it, cum for me, princess,” he groaned.

The knot in my stomach finally snapped as I came around his cock with a moan. He came soon after, dumping his load into the condom.

We stayed like that for a second before he pulled out and put the condom into the trash. He came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth and wiped my core clean of my arousal. “You okay?” He cooed. “Amazing. You?” I said barely louder than a whisper. “Proud of you. You did so well for me,” he praised as he threw the cloth to the floor.

He lay down in bed beside me and pulled me to his chest. I listened to his soft breaths and the calm but erratic beating of his heart as we both slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Hell Bent for Leather

Chapter 6

Masterlist: x

Summary: You’re just now learning about what your little brother has been up to over the years post earthquake, and that formerly thought to be dead people weren’t

Pairing: Eddie x Henderson!Reader

Reader is a plus size Female with female genitalia, she/her pronouns

Slight Vol 2 spoilers but this is a fix-it fic

Warnings: Smut 18+ only, swearing, fingering (f receiving), p in v unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), slight mention of blood

Chapter word count: 2521

This chapter has been Beta read

MINORS DNI - 18+

Several hours later.

The party had returned to the cabin, Hopper and Joyce had joined in behind them as they drove up the driveway. Everyone piled out of the cars, a somber look on their faces. The rain had dampened their moods down a little bit. They were unsuccessful in finding a gate. Erica was standing outside the door, waiting for them with a look of panic across her face. Lucas was the first one to notice. “Erica, what’s wrong? What happened?” He called to his sister, jogging towards her in concern.

“I didn’t know she’d left…. Y/N woke up and I… I thought she’d gone back to El’s room but when I went to check on her, she…she was gone.” The rest of the group was close behind Lucas. The rain had turned the ground into a sloppy mess with no traces of footprints anywhere.

“You guys left a traumatized person alone. With Sinclair’s little sister. As her guard?” Jim asked them, shock and awe laced his voice, which rose in tones until it was at a screaming level. Joyce placed a hand on his bicep, silently warning him to calm down. Shame flashed across the entire groups’ faces, Eddie’s most of all. He should have known better than to leave you alone after everything he’d gone through earlier in the year.

Everyone made their way inside to sit down around the coffee table. Mike was the first one to say anything. “El, can you look for her, the way you looked for Billy?” She nodded and they began setting up. It only took maybe seven minutes of searching. “All I see are trees directly around Y/N. She’s scared but that’s all I can see.”

“She could be anywhere!” Nancy said, her fingers gripping at Robin’s wrist, who did her best to calm the older Wheeler sibling. Her soothing fingers rubbed between Nancy’s shoulders. Behind them, the front door snapped shut which caused everyone to jump a foot in the air.

Eddie had taken off running. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to somebody else that he cared about. Dustin called after him, but it went ignored.

He tripped over his own feet, over roots that dared to stick out of the ground. His white Reeboks slid across the ground and over mossy rocks. “Y/N! Please! Where are you?!” Eddie sprinted through the trees, rain pelting him through the leaves. Thirty minutes later, lungs burning as he turned sharply to run in another direction. His feet gave way, and he slid down an embankment. Pain shot through his tail bone, but he wasn’t giving up until he found you.

“Fuck! Ow.” Calling out your name again, he hobbled a few more feet before stopping for a small break. There was a stitch in his left side. He couldn’t help but curse himself for skipping out on gym class so much. He was going to need a short break to work the knots out. He began walking again a few moments later, checking behind logs as he screamed out for you. If you had come this way, you were probably hurt, scared, and worried. There was no way with the rain that you would have been able to climb back up that wall of sludge.

The sun was setting. Soon it would be dark, and Eddie didn’t know if there were predators in the Hawkins woods. He hoped to God that there weren’t any. So much time had passed by now, that there was no way of knowing how long. And for how long you’d been out here. It had begun raining harder, making the ground even slicker with piles of mud and pools of water everywhere. Still, he continued to call your name, desperate to find you.

You’d run for hours yourself, calling out for everyone but you had no idea where they were. Or how far you were away from them or the cabin. Every sound in the forest set you off, small screams left your lips every so often. You even frightened a deer by accident.

Eventually you tucked yourself in a ditch under a log as best as you could, trembling slightly. The ground was far from dry, your arms and legs were caked in mud. Blood seeped from a wound on your arm where you had fallen and gotten caught on a sharp rock. The forest taking its pound of flesh for your trouble. You were so physically exhausted, your plush body was tired from hours of wandering in circles and from pain, despite it being used to being active in your everyday life.

There were noises all around you, owls, crickets, toads, and even the wind along with the rain as it hit hard against every surface around you. In the distance, a voice was being carried towards you in the wind. Your heart rate picked up. Was this..that Vecna coming to get you? A broken sob escaped your throat. Body shivering, both with cold and fear, you managed to pull yourself as far back as you could go.

“Y/N?!” It was Eddie. Or at least, it sounded like him. How could you be sure? Nothing you knew was real now. Things that should be legends and fairy tales had turned out to be quite real. Footsteps began approaching, they were rushed, darting in every direction. Not until he jogged past your hidden location did you know for sure.

Wordlessly, your mouth opened. You wanted to call out. Using your good hand to push yourself forward, it came out softly, almost like a whisper. “Eddie!”

Eddie almost missed it, had he been a few feet further, it would have fallen on deaf ears. Turning his head to the right, he caught sight of you, dirty, crouched, and frightened. “...Y/n.” His feet bolted towards you, dropping to his knees when you were mere inches away.

His arms embraced you, whispering into your ear about how worried he was and how he was scared something bad had happened to you. Shaking, your own arms weaved their way around Eddie’s broad shoulders. You whispered your own fears back to him, tears bubbling over as your face buried into his neck. Inhaling deeply, the scent of Eddie engulfed you. Safety, that’s what he smelled like.

“Baby, you can’t go running off into the woods like that… what… what if something had happened to you?” Eddie’s voice was thick with emotions, his mahogany eyes staring down into your own. Apologies flowed from your mouth. You hadn’t meant to go so far away but you had gotten turned around and everything looked the same.

His lips pressed into the nape of your neck, and then your cheeks before landing on your own lips. It wasn’t the soft kiss of the night prior. This one was more wanting, hurried, fueled by fear and relief. Eddie pulled you close, one of his calloused hands gripping the back of your neck.

It happened quickly, first his denim vest and jacket were removed, then your shirt. The kiss broke only for a moment. Eddie unclasped your bra, and your cold fingers struggled briefly with pulling his shirt off him, a soft whine escaped his lips when the fabric came in between you. When the offending garment had been shorn, your arms wrapped around his neck. Eddie urged you to lift your hips and placed the jackets beneath you.

Torsos pressed against one another, his hands moved one back to holding your head and neck, the other came around to your nest and hovered over your breast. “This okay?” He asked you, you nodded. “Words please?”

“Yes.” With the singular word, he was satisfied and palmed the flesh, pulling gently at your nipple, tweaking it until it hardened. Your hips rolled up towards his, while Eddie’s pressed against the crotch of your pants. You could feel his cock tenting his pants, breath puffed between your mouths begging for more of each other. His head dipped down to capture the tender skin of your breast and nipple, grazing it with his teeth, his tongue flicking over and over until the pink stood tall.

The friction of your clothes wasn’t enough, you slid your hands down to his jeans that had become deeply sodden from the mud. Your fingers cold and hands shaking, they fumbled with his belt and then with the button-fly. Eddie could feel your frustration growing with struggling to get them down and assisted you in shimmying the denim down, his boxers caught in the mix and joined them around his knees.

A soft chuckle came from the back of his throat. “S’not fair that I’m missing more clothes than you are…” Laying you back, he pulled on the Lycra pants you had on. With how soaked you were from the rain; you hadn’t noticed how wet your panties had become until his fingers hooked under the waist band and removed them as well.

With how preoccupied you’d been, you hadn’t noticed his cock standing at attention, laying against his stomach. Heat pooled in your stomach. While you were staring, his fingers began methodically rubbing circles around your clit, his middle finger dipping into your pussy. “You good, Y/N?” He asked, slowly pumping his finger in and out as he readied you for the much larger appendage that awaited you. A choked reply of affirmation graces his ears.

Eddie could’ve came from just watching the pleasure etched across your face but he was desperate to be inside you. His fingers drenched in your slick juices; his eyes glazed over with desire for you. “P-please…Eddie…I need you now.” You pleaded with him; your pupils blown from how turned on you were.

He didn’t need to be asked twice as Eddie sunk into your cunt. “Shit, Y/N, you feel so good around my cock...” He whispered into your ear, having had brought his head up by yours. Moving slowly at first as he allowed your body to adjust to his girth, he began to move faster. He tilted his hips in just the right angle to hit the bundle of nerves that was your g-spot.

As he thrust into you, your legs wrapped around his while your mouth recaptured his lips. The world around you dissolving as you got closer and closer to coming. Moaning into his mouth, Eddie pulled away for a brief second. “Come for me, sweetheart, that’s it… it’s okay. Let go.”

His mouth latched onto your neck as you came undone, coating his cock as you came. You’d tightened around him and the feeling of your walls choking his dick had become too much. He didn’t even have time to consciously pull out. Eddie’s hips began stuttering as the thick hot ropes of cum spilled inside your cunt. Both of your moans mixed in the quiet forest. Sweat mixed with the rain coated your skins, hearts beating erratically.

Dropping your head to his shoulder, your eyes closed as you allowed your breath to even out. Eddie did the same, nuzzling into your clavicle, his fingers playing softly with your stomach in a comforting way. Sliding out with a soft pop as his cock softened. “I’m sorry… I didn’t have time to…” He started but you shook your head and smiled up at Eddie. It was fine and you’d take care of it later.

“Think they’re looking for us?” You asked after a couple of minutes, eliciting a soft laugh from Eddie. “More than likely. They probably sent Hopper out to find us…”

You sighed deeply. “Hand me my clothes. We may as well get dressed.” Eddie groaned but passed it over, everything was muddy as all hell. Your bra had thankfully only gotten wet since it had been tossed onto the log. The two of you got dressed in silence, both looking ridiculous, covered in mud and leaves in your hair. He passed you his denim vest, without the sleeves it at least provided a bit of warmth to your back. He slid the leather jacket on himself.

Taking his outstretched hand, he led you back towards the way he’d come looking for you.

It didn’t take too much longer for the both of you to find a light slope to climb, his fingers laced with yours as he guided you up the hill. The moment you crested the hill, bright lights could be seen nearby. They looked like a couple of flashlights. A light flush lit your face, you knew you both looked a mess, and it was obvious that you’d done more than simply fall in the mud.

Voices called out you, Steve and Hopper. “Oh boy…here we go.” Eddie muttered, puling you closer to him as you trekked closer to them. “We’re here!” He called out to them. The light beams bouncing as they ran towards you.

“What the hell, Y/N, why’d you—” Steve started to ask you a question and faltered when he saw the state the two of you were in. His eyebrows lifted, his eyes looking between each of you. “Shut it, Harrington, just help us find the way back. It’s fucking cold.” Hopper looked at Eddie sharply. “Sorry sir, caught in the moment.” They led you back to the truck which was about two miles away.

Both of you were wrapped in blankets from the storage box in the bed of the car, the ride silent. Hopper was mad that a: you both took off without thinking and b: that you’d dirtied his car seats that he had just cleaned. Steve was throwing glances at Eddie, trying to silently communicate to him about what had happened out in the woods. Eddie only shook his head, not wanting to talk about it. Even though it was painted on your faces, it was still between the two of you.

The truck bumped over the road; your head laid on Eddie’s shoulder. You were physically and mentally exhausted. He let you drift off to sleep, he would wake you up when Hopper got you all back to headquarters.

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kiss it better ⇾ pjm. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ boyfriend!jimin x reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒 ⇾ requested, post-argument, jealousy, smut, angst, and a sprinkle of fluff

𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ 18+

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾  after a heated argument rooted from jealousy and misunderstandings, you kiss it all better.

𝓈𝑜𝓃𝑔 ⇾ kiss it better ~ rihanna

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 5k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ dom!jimin, possessive!jimin, needy!jimin, rough to soft sex, car sex, make-up sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex (wrap’em up folks), sir kink, degradation, overstimulation, slight humiliation, multiple orgasms (m. and f.), creampie, dirty talk, slight choking, fingering, spanking, squirting, hair pulling, throat-fucking, oral (m. and f. receiving), lowkey filth

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ i may have changed the entire plot last minute based on a dream i had. jimin is a wild, needy boi in this, like damn! please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission. if you have any requests, please send’em. enjoy!

Despite the hum of the engine, the car was silent. You stared out the passenger’s window, blinking back tears and trying to get lost in the rosey skies above. Quiet sniffles left you from time to time, earning you annoyed sighs from Jimin. You ignore them, sniffling louder just to further piss him off. 

“I don’t why the hell you’re crying,” he mumbled under his breath. “You embarrassed me tonight.”

There he went again, playing the victim like the role was made for him. He had been acting distant and cryptic the last few weeks, coming home late and leaving much earlier than you knew he needed to. Every time you pointed it out, he’d brush you off with the same excuse; work was busy. He never specified how busy or when he’d think he’d be able to make more time for you. You hadn’t even properly had dinner with him in a while. You were itching for his presence, his voice, his touch. You guys did it, sure, but it wasn’t the same. He always seemed lost in his own world and most of the time they were just quickies you two managed to squeeze into his “busy” schedule. 

So, when he mentioned a party at the office you insisted that he take you. You wanted to know what the hell all that busy work was. He tried to fight you on it, telling you that it’s last minute and he won’t be gone for long but you wouldn’t hear any of it. You told him that if he wouldn’t be gone for long then there was no reason for you not to tag along as well. He ran out of excuses after that.

“So, now you want to talk?” you bitterly asked. You didn’t bother to look at him, wiping away a straying tear. One glimpse at his pissed off face would just turn you on. Yes, Jimin was terrifying when he was mad, but he looked so fucking hot too. You couldn’t risk giving into him like that, not without making him earn it first anyway. From the way he sighed, you could tell that he was rolling his eyes. “And you say I'm the one with the attitude,” you muttered.

A dry chuckle left him as he replied, “that’s cause you are, (Y/N). You’re the biggest brat I know.”

“Are you kidding me?” you asked as you turned to face him. “You’re the one that has been pouty for weeks. You sulk in and out of every room and you’re the one that embarrassed yourself tonight. Had you just listened when I tried to-”

He cut you off, raising his voice as he corrected, “You were literally pressed up against him. Not only is he my friend, but I work with that guy! It’s embarrassing for my coworkers to think that my girlfriend is whoring herself out to the office.”

“Whoring myself out?” The hurt in your tone made him flinch, but he didn’t try to retract what he said. You gave him another chance to, remaining silent for a moment. “What the fuck is your problem, Jimin?” you hissed. “Why would you even say that? If you honestly think that little of me then why the hell are we still together?” You didn’t think, just said the first thing that came to mind. You wanted to hurt him like he hurt you, instantly regretting that thought when you saw the panic in his eyes. 

You knew he didn’t want to lose you and you didn’t want to lose him either. You loved him; he was probably the one guy you could ever really be in love with. He took care of you in ways no man had ever thought to do or even been able to. There have been times when you were clearly in the wrong, this time not being one of them, and he still was the one to apologize first just so he could seek your presence again. However, despite this, his tone and words could not be forgiven so easily. 

Jimin signalled to pull over, making you shift in your seat. Before you could ask what was going on, he turned off the car and looked at you. “Is that what you want?” he asked. He tried to hide it but you could hear the pain in his voice, fearing you might say yes. 

“Of course not,” you replied. He turned away from you, letting out a sigh of relief, and moved to start the car once more. You placed your hand over his arm, stopping him. “We’re not done. Where the fuck is all this coming from?”

He rubbed his nose, sniffling a bit before shrugging. You tilted your head to try to meet his gaze but he turned to look out his window. He was stubborn, but you were determined, adamant on finding out what the hell was wrong right here, right now. 

“You can’t go around flirting with guys I work with, (Y/N). It’s embarrassing for me to watch. You were basically pressing your body against his.” You opened you mouth to defend yourself, but he quickly continued, “And what the fuck was that whole work husband thing about with Hoseok?”

“What are you talking about? I didn’t talk to Hoseok tonight.” 

He raised a brow at you, causing you to widen your eyes as a means of urging him to give more context. “At the party Jungkook threw a few weeks ago,” he said. When your face still reflected confusion he added, “You know Jungkook, the guy you were dry humping in front of the entire office?” 

“I was not! He had something in his eye!” you shouted for what felt like the hundredth time, groaning in frustration when he rolled his eyes and brushed you off.

He nodded condescendingly, “sure, sure. Now, just answer the question.”

You huffed, clenching your jaw. He was finally talking to you about it and you didn’t want to ruin your chances of finding out what the fuck was going on with him so bit back any bitter words. You looked back at the dashboard, trying to remember the last party you two went to. It was weeks ago; you barely remembered who you talked to. You paused for a second, slowly turning back to face him as it all started to click. “Is that why you’ve been in such a mood? Because of two stupid words?” You didn’t mean to sound as patronizing as you did, but the entire situation was just ridiculous to you. You loved him. You told him that everyday. Why would he ever think to doubt that?

Jimin was not impressed with your words or tone. He scoffed at you, shaking his head as he went to start the car once more. You acted quickly, pulling the keys from the ignition and tossing them in the back seat. His face only further expressed his disappointment as he glared at you. 

“You’re not funny. Go get them now.” He was practically growling at you, and usually that would’ve been enough to have you reach back there and get the keys then beg him to fuck you. But, you didn’t want to give in. All this shit was going to end tonight. 

“No.”

Jimin opened the car door then slammed it shut, without another word or even glance towards you. You watched him walk away, thinking he was surely going to turn back and get the keys himself. But he didn’t. “He can’t seriously be thinking about walking home,” you muttered to yourself as he continued to stomp down the side of the road. 

With a sigh, you got out of the car and shut the door. Hearing the slam only made him walk fast. “Jimin!” You called, jogging after him. “Jimin, get back here! We’re not done!”

The crunch of gravel he left behind was all that met you. You huffed, stomping your foot. You probably looked like a child having a tantrum with the scowl on your lips, tears staining your face and hands fisted by your side. “Park Jimin, get your prideful ass back here now or I’ll… I’ll…” You trailed off not really sure what to say. There wasn’t much you could hold against him and not much you wanted to anyways. All you really wanted to do was get his attention. 

Jimin froze in his place before slowly turning around. There wasn’t too much distance between you, maybe only a few meters, but you still felt the withering heat of his glare. You pressed your thighs together as you watched him stalk towards you. 

“You’ll what?” he questioned. You slowly began to walk backwards as you noticed his pace wasn’t slowing down in the slightest as he further approached you. “What will you do? Flirt with more of my friends? I have Hoseok’s number if you wanna get together with your husband. You liked it when he called you his wife, didn’t you?”

“I used to work with him Jimin,” you explained as he continued to walk towards you, body already towering over yours. “That’s all it was. You don’t seriously think that I would want to marry him, do you?” The backs of your legs hit the front end of the car. You fell back against the hood as Jimin pressed himself against you. 

His hands gripped onto your waist, sitting you up a bit as he hovered his lips over yours. “He shouldn’t be calling you his regardless of that fact. And you shouldn’t be having anyone else press themselves against you but me.” He spoke in a whisper, spitting the words out like a threat. 

“No one even touched me tonight, Jim-” you started only to have him pull you up and turn you over on the hood of the car. “What-”

He smacked your ass twice, gripping the flesh when he was done. “Don’t lie, slut,” he warned. 

Whines left you as a felt a rush of arousal ruin your panties, making you press your legs together once more. “He had something in his eye, I swear. I was just helping him,” you explained, voice sounding as desperate as when you beg for him.

Jimin pulled you back up by a sudden grip on your hair, making you moan. Your now stinging ass was pressed against his growing erection. “Don’t pretend you didn’t know it was all an act to get a better look at your tits, baby,” he whispered into your ear. 

You shook your head quickly. “I promise I didn’t know, Jim- Ah!” you cried out as his hand came down on your ass again. You pushed it back against his crotch, attempting to soothe the sting as you rubbed it against him. 

His grip moved from your hair to your neck, lips kissing and licking around your ear before he whispered, “Is that how you’re supposed to address me, little brat?”

A moan left your lips as he gave into your needy actions and slowly rubbed your ass. “I’m sorry, sir,” you breathed, leaning back into his touch. 

He bit on your earlobe, growling his approval. You were about to close your eyes and get lost in his touch when you saw headlines coming up. Jimin must’ve seen them too, pulling you away from the front of the car and leading you to the side, away from any possible prying eyes. He pressed you roughly against the passenger door, both of you silently watching as the car passed by, his hand coming down on your ass just for his own amusement. You gasped a moan, relishing in the sting of the smack. Your panties were definitely sticking to your folds at this point, your wetness seeping through.

He moved his hand from your ass to your zipper, unzipping the strapless pink dress and pushing it down your frame. Braless, you remained pressed up against the car, breasts against the window. “If you’re gonna act like a slut, then I’m gonna treat you like one,” he seethed.

“Sir, please, I didn’t-” 

He laid another three hard smacks on your ass. Gasping cries tore through your throat as you gripped onto the edge of the car, tears pricking your eyes from the buzzing sting. He soothed the pain by rubbing his crotch against your cheeks. You felt his huge cock hardening from the action and it made you quiver, closing your eyes to rest your temple on the car. 

“Who the fuck gave you permission to speak, slut?” he questioned before roughly turning you around and lowering you to your knees. He positioned your fallen dress under you so the gravel wasn’t too hard on your skin. 

You stared up at him, blinking your tears away to get a better look at him. He wiped your tears away then tangled his hands in your hair. He massaged your scalp tenderly, smirking down at you, before his grip got harsh again. “Are you waiting for an invitation?” he spat, bringing your face closer to his clothed hard.

Your hands worked fast, a whine escaping you from the rough grip on your hair. You pouted up at him as you reached into his pants for his cock. You were determined to be bratty and show him that nothing was forgotten until you set your sights on his cock. No matter how many times you’ve seen it, had it shoved down your throat or buried in your pussy, the size never failed to shock you. All your anger towards him shifted to full blown lust as you admired his girth. Even in the peachy glow of the setting sun, he was just as intimidating. 

Jimin held onto his shaft, the sudden action reminding you what you were on your knees for. You opened your mouth wide to accept it, but he angled the tip of his cock around the corner of your lips, swiping away all the drool you didn’t realize you were dribbling. He applied the wetness around your lips, smearing his precum too. You moaned at the taste, holding his dark gaze. He was smirking all too sinfully, relishing in the neediness of your cock-hungry state. 

He then slipped his shaft in your mouth, throwing his head back at the warmth of your tongue. You sucked on him slowly while swirling your tongue around his tip. You wanted to savour his taste, the way his cock felt in your mouth. A wet smack left your lips as his cock did and he sighed, looking down at you again. His grip on your hair was hard, but he gently nudged you towards his cock again.

You pushed his hand off his dick and replaced it with your own, He took to leaning that hand on the car window, gazing down at you patiently. You slowly pumped him, shoving a good amount of him in your mouth and hollowing your cheeks. Gradually, you bobbed your head faster and faster, matching the speed of your mouth to that of your hand. 

Jimin was having trouble staying quiet. He previously didn’t want to give you any satisfaction of hearing him get off to your mouth, but the way you were looking up at him, eyes basically thanking him for the chance to suck him off, he couldn’t help himself. He groaned out a breathy moan, pouty lips parting in awe of your skills. His hips buckled up into your mouth, making you gag from the sudden action. You dropped your hand, clasping them behind your back, knowing the procedure he liked when he wanted to throat fuck you. 

He gripped your hair with both his hands now, using it as a means to bring your head up and down his cock. The unholy sounds of your gags and choked moans mixed with his growling groans filled the empty road. Your eyes burned with salty tears and jaw ached from the constant stain of accommodating his big size. You could feel his cock bulging out of your throat, squeezing its way through your walls.

“Ughmm,” Jimin growled, gazing down at you with that familiar look in his eye. “Pretty little mouth,” he hissed as his cock twitched. He unloaded without any further warning, holding your face flushed against his pelvic bone as he released his warm cum down your throat. “Ah, baby.”

His grip on your head softened and you pulled back. He was still cumming, but you needed to breathe. You couldn’t possibly swallow without getting a breath in first. His cum shot all over your neck and chest, leaking down to your nipples as you gasped for air. He was pumping himself dry, purposefully aiming his load all over your torso. 

“Who’s mess are you, baby?” he smirked, breathless and amused by the image before him. 

You licked around your lips, moaning at the taste of him, and replied, “Yours, sir.”

He nodded, brushing the pad of his thumb along the tip of his nose as he admired you for a moment longer. “Stand up, sweetheart,” he ordered sweetly. He was smiling now, cock still out and softening a bit. 

You unclasped your hands from your back and pushed yourself up. You couldn’t decide if he was ready to talk now or if he still wanted to punish you for whatever it was he thought you did with Jungkook and Hoseok. He looked up and down the road then grabbed your wrist and led you back to the hood of the car. You gave him a warning look to which he raised a brow. 

“What are-” 

He pushed you back against the hood, spreading your legs and tugging them up to rest on his shoulders. He slapped a hard smack on your clothed pussy lips. “Just when I thought I was going to reward you for such a good job,” he murmured, still admiring his work on your breasts. “Can you not follow a simple order, baby?” 

You knew he was giving into you, falling for every pouty look you gave him. He couldn’t resist you for too long, probably why he kept leaving when he was mad at you during the last few weeks. He had told you many times that there was a special place in his heart just dedicated to you. There wasn’t anything he could deny you for too long with that place carved out just for you. It didn’t stop him from trying though.

He pushed your drenched red panties aside, giggling to himself at how wet you were just from him throat-fucking you. Your back rested onto the hood of the car and you hissed from the cold. He immediately distracted you from it though, rubbing his thick lips between your folds. “Fuck!” you gasped, hands trying to get lost in his previously neatly styled hair. 

He smirked against your heat. His tongue darted out, lapping up all the arousal you collected around your entrance. He’d poke it in just to tease you, to hear you cry out his name. Your throat was already sore from his previous fun, but you couldn’t contain the pleasure. 

He pulled away, repositioning your legs so that he was holding the joint behind your knees. He used his new grip to spread your legs wide then dipped his head back down. He unleashed a whole new side of him as he ate your pussy with a degree of fervor you’ve never witnessed before. He shook his head, blubbering his lips against your clit, causing vibrations that made your body tremble with ecstasy. 

His real work came when he shoved his tongue in your pussy, swirling it around, digging for more of your sweetness. You moaned out his name over and over again, eyes rolling back and your hips moved with his movements. He darted his tongue in and out of your pussy, tongue fucking you ruthlessly while the tip of his nose rubbed against your clit. He was practically snorting your juices at this point, smearing your wetness all over his chin and jaw. 

You squealed, screaming out as you got closer and closer. “I-I’m cumming,” you told him, not even bothering to ask for permission since you knew you would not be able to hold your orgasm back for any longer. You released more than just your cum on his tongue, squirting uncontrollably all over his face. Jimin jolted back a bit, your juices drenching his dress shirt and pants, even spraying over his hard-again cock

He sat up, moving a hand from your leg to your pussy. His thumb worked fast circles around your clit, helping you ride out your high, while his other hand unbuttoned his shirt. He gazed down at your quivering frame and split legs, as you whimpered your pleasure out through broken fragments of words. You finally pushed his hand away, pulling your legs together and into your chest, shivering from the remains of your orgasm.

Jimin took off his shirt, exposing his toned abs and tattoos to the cold air. He stared at you with that disappointed expression from earlier as he spread your legs apart again and pushed two fingers into your tight hole, despite your mewls about you being too sensitive. 

“Look at me,” he ordered. You whined but propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with half lids. The setting glow of the was like a halo around his frame as he stood over you. He looked absolutely heavenly, like an angel sent to ruin you. But the hurt in his eyes pulled you back to reality and silenced any other bratty complaints you were about to throw out just to piss him off. 

“Tell me the truth, baby,” he all but begged. “Did you know what he was up to?”

You shook your head immediately. However, that silent answer did not satisfy his curiosities. He slid his fingers deep in you, curling up to push against your favourite spot. You threw your head back, crying out, “No, fuck, I didn’t know, sir.” 

“None of the sir shit, (Y/N). Tell me the truth,” he growled, trying to hide the hurt in his voice. 

You looked back at him, pushing yourself to sit up properly. You leaned back on your hands for support as you stared back into his eyes. You opened your mouth to explain when you heard a car coming up the road. You looked at Jimin, expecting him to release you but he didn’t. He continued to hold your gaze, that stubbornness making a reappearance. 

Your head snapped to the car, catching the familiar pairs of eyes of Jungkook, Hoseok, and Taehyung. They all stared at your bodies with jaws slack, including Hoseok who was driving the car and hadn’t looked through the windshield for a considerable amount of time. Your face flushed red from embarrassment, and you whined out in frustration, looking back to Jimin angrily. 

“Oh,” he hummed sarcastically. “Did I humiliate you, baby?” 

You glared at him as your hips went against your anger and rolled into his hand. He smirked, scoffing at how pathetic you were being. “If you’d swallow your fucking pride, you’d know that I’ve been telling you the truth, Jimin!” you whimpered, cursing yourself for how needy you sounded. 

He met your gaze again, but didn’t say anything. He silently searched your eyes for the answer he was looking for. Your features softened as you caught another glimpse of the pain that swam in his eyes. You bit your lip and placed your hand over his, trying to push it away. He finally complied, pulling his fingers out and was about to wipe them on his pants. 

You caught his hand, bringing his fingers up to your mouth. You didn’t lick and suck at them like he expected you to. Instead, you kissed them. You placed sweet kisses all over his hand, to his wrist, up his arm, pulling him closer to kiss his shoulder. You kissed his collarbone, moving up his neck and jawline, placing kisses anywhere you saw fit. You could taste yourself all over him, but suppressed the urge to moan. This wasn’t about your desires; it was about his. 

You couldn’t believe how selfish you were being. You’ve been pouty and bratty with him too the last few weeks, nagging him about not being around enough. You didn’t take a moment to realize he was yearning for you too. He craved you and you denied him that, making him think you wanted his friends more. His ego wasn’t bruised, you realized. It was his heart. 

Jimin stood between your legs, wrapping his arms around your waist as his chest was flush against yours. His cum was smeared over the two of you now. You hovered your lips over his, gazing lovingly into his eyes. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice slightly raspy. It never really fully recovered from that intense throat fuck. “Let me make it up to you,” you begged. “Let me make it right, baby.”

His hands slid down to your hips, pulling them up so that he could align himself with your entrance. His tip poked at your pussy as his lips finally pressed against yours softly. You moaned quietly as he pushed himself in, slowly splitting your pussy while rolling his hips around yours. 

You tangled your hand in his hair and wrapped your legs around his waist. You crossed your ankles, wanting to lock him in your hold forever as your tongues swiped gentle tastes of each other. You pulled away a bit, making him moan needily and chase after your lips. You smiled at the sound. 

He rested his forehead against yours, letting you have your way while he had his. The moment he bottomed out, he began thrusting into you, grinding his hips against yours. He moved his entire body into yours, over and over again, rolling his torso until his hips followed. This, this was how he destroyed your pussy and heart all at once. 

You reattached your lips to his, playing with his tongue while he played with your pussy. You felt yourself clenching around him tighter with every one of his body roll thrusts. 

Jimin broke the kiss this time, pecking the tip of your nose before whispering, “look at me when you cum, baby.”

You tried to keep your eyes open as your stomach knotted so deliciously. Your peaking moans mixed with his breathy growls, and you knew in that moment that that was what love sounded like - or at least, what your love sounded like. 

His cock twitched but he refused to cum before you, a hand leaving the grip he had on your hip to rub fast circles on your clit again. You came within seconds of that extra stimulation, already on edge. You held his gaze like he asked, and squealed his name repeatedly. He couldn’t hold back much longer either, filling your pussy up like he did your mouth not too long ago. 

He continued to roll his hips into yours, even after you began to mewl from the overstimulation. His lips found yours again, kissing you with the same amount of passion he just fucked you with. You were overwhelmed to say the least, whining against his lips as you tried to squirm out of his hold. He chuckled a bit when you pulled away, moaned, “please. It’s just too much, Jiminie.”

Jimin pulled out, watching your cum mixed cum leak out onto the hood of the car. You blushed, gasping and going to close your legs when he held them open, wanting to see the kind of mess he’d made of your pussy. 

“Don’t bother putting your dress back on,” he said as he lifted you off after he decided he had seen enough for now. He reached down and picked up his shirt before carrying you back to the passenger’s side. He set you down and handed you the shirt with a sweet smile. 

Before he could circle around the car, you pulled him in for another kiss. “You know I love you,” you whispered. “I will always love you.”

He tried to keep his lips together as he smiled and nodded. “Yes, baby, I know. I love you too.” He gave you another kiss before backpedaling to the driver’s side, eyes bouncing up and down your figure. 

You blushed, shaking your head at him. After picking up your dress, you hopped into the car, tossing your clothes in the back where he went to retrieve the keys you threw. 

Jimin started the car once he was settled in his seat. He reached for your hand as he began driving, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a tender kiss. Staring out the windshield, you couldn’t help but blush as you saw your cum staining the hood of your car. You sat beside him in nothing but your soiled panties and him in those ruined pants he will probably never wear again. 

“You still mad?”

He kissed your hand, shaking his head, and whispered against your skin, “all better.”

[miss-smutty]

Tough day

Hot damn! This got me going! 🔥🔥 I have a massive thing for being dominated by a big manly man although I played around with the reader being a little more dominant in the beginning. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, I now want me some Hopper. 😋 I could possibly make this a short series if this is something you'd like? Please let me know.

Strictly 18+ only! (Seriously kids this isn't for you 😮)

Pairing- Jim Hopper X Reader

Summary- All that built up tension needs releasing somehow

Warnings- Swearing, unprotected sex. Just wanted to make it clear that the reader is meant to be 21 so no underage sex.

Genre- Smut

Word count- 1.7K

Posted: 6th August 2019

"You know the rules El, dinner before Eggos" you said after catching El helping herself in the kitchen. She glared at you, clutching the box of Eggos to her chest. How the hell am I going to get them off her, she could throw me across the room with her mind. Her mind for god's sake you thought to yourself while thinking through your options.

 To be honest you could really do without this hassle, babysitting normal teenagers is hard enough but El has powers and she's stubborn as hell. The only thing that kept you going was the cash, you were in your last year of college and so close to getting your bachelor's degree. So you babysat the party whenever you weren't at college and you'd never admit it but you actually enjoyed it, they were such good kids and all completely different. Babysitting El however was sometimes a challenge, it wasn't easy sticking to the rules with her. 

"Come on El, hand them over" you said, holding your hand out for the box of Eggos.

"Fine" she said giving you the box but lowering her head to glare at you through her eyelashes. Erm ok, this is creepy you thought when El suddenly struck her hand out, opening her bedroom door with her mind. She continued to glare at you as she moved the television into her bedroom with her mind. 

"Really El? Could you not just actually push the damn thing in with your hands? It still creeps me out a bit? You said to El nervously.

"Creeps you out?" She asked.

"Yeah, like, makes me nervous. Scared. You can go watch TV in your room, I'll bring you some Eggos but don't tell Hopper. Promise?" You say, giving in. It was too hot and sticky to be arguing and explaining things tonight. 

"Promise" she said smiling and sauntering into her room. Maybe you shouldn't give in to her all the time but just once can't do any harm. 

You sat down on the small, worn sofa and sighed heavily as you heard the television blaring from El's room. The denim hot pants and halter neck crop top you were wearing were keeping you as cool as possible in the heat of the summer sun, without actually walking around naked. Stretching out on the sofa with the sun beating down on you from the window, you could feel yourself drifting off into sleep when you hear the latch on the front door. 

You quickly jumped up from the sofa, not wanting Hopper to think you were sleeping on the job. You watched him lock the door behind him and when he turned around you could see he was wearing his usual grumpy expression. Then he saw you, like it was the first time he'd ever seen you. He didn't just look at you, he looked into you causing you to feel insecure about the lack of clothes you were wearing. 

He gazed in awe as a trickle of sweat dripped down your torso and stopped in your navel. You watched as hopper undressed you with his eyes, you saw something in his eyes you'd never seen before. The way they lowered and darkened. The unusual spark you saw flash in his iris. The excitement in his eyes, you'd never seen before.

Lust. Red hot lust.

And when he looked back up to your eyes, his teeth clinging to his bottom lip, you were surprised by the way your pussy clenched with arousal. You smiled coyly at him as you fluttered your eyelashes, you noticed him bite his lip even harder causing a drop of blood to rise to the surface. You slowly made your way over to where Hopper stood, rooted to the spot. You wiped the blood off his bottom lip with your thumb, agonisingly slow, pulling his lip down and leaving him open mouthed. 

"You look tense Chief" you noted seductively, staring him in the eyes. 

"Tough day" Hopper whispers following you with his eyes as you walk around him, trailing your fingers lightly across his shoulders. 

"Sit down. I'll help you relieve that tension" you demanded, completely in control. Hopper looked shocked as he continued to stare at you open mouthed. You took his hand and lead him to stand in front of the sofa. You stood on your tip toes to reach up and whisper in his ear "Sit down" your breath tickling his skin making him groan out and pull you close to him, you could feel his erection, hard against your groin. 

"Ah ah ah. Sit down" you tease waggling your finger at him. Hopper throws himself back onto the sofa, legs wide so you could see the size of his bulge straining against his uniformed trousers. The police uniform turning you on even more. I've got the police chief totally wrapped around my finger you smiled to yourself. 

He squirmed on the sofa, desperate to free his growing cock. You straddle his legs, leaning over to take off his boots so your hot pants clad, voluptuous ass was practically in his face. Barely able to take your teasing, he just has to reach out and grab both cheeks of your ass in his big, manly hands. You squeel with pleasure as he grips your cheeks hard enough to leave a hand print and pushes your hips down so your grinding on his cock. He thrusts himself into you making you both moan. You turn around and straddle him so you're face to face, knees bent either side of him while you bounce up and down on his bulge. Rubbing yourself on him, until the friction makes you dripping wet. 

"Shh now Chief, we don't want to alert El now do we?" You say while slowly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing his hat off to the side. You love how manly he is, his big build and hairy chest. 

"I'm going to destroy the fuck out of this perfect little pussy" he said against your lips as he grinded his cock into you. Making you throw your head back and his hand instinctively rubbed over your breasts. He pulled the gusset of your shorts to the side so hard that they ripped, fully exposing your soaking pussy. 

"Mmmm, so wet for me" he groaned, grabbing your arse again and standing up from the sofa, carrying you to his bedroom. 

"That TVs on so loud there's no way she's going to hear you screaming my name." He said while wetting his lips. 

"I wouldn't be so sure. Mmmmm Hopper" you squeel as he throws you back on to the bed and dives on top of you. His rugged stature towering over you, making you feel small and like you want to fully submit to him.

You lay back as he pulls off your shorts and leans down to take in the sweet scent of your slick pussy, running his tongue up your folds. You moan out as your legs buckle and shake, his mustache tickling and adding to the pleasure soaring through you.

You watch as hopper takes off his belt and pulls out his impressive dick, he smiles when he sees the expression on your face. Your eyes full of arousal as you wait impatiently for him to fuck you. 

"You want me to fill you up with this big dick?" 

Your moans increasing as you beg for his cock. 

"Please" you moan, becoming breathless as the need captures you in a vice.

He runs his girthy cock up your dripping pussy, sucking in breath as he does so. 

"Are you sure?" He teased. Pumping his already rock hard cock til you can barely contain your needy moans.

"Please, Chief. Please" you plead squirming on the bed.

Lining his cock up with your opening, he inhales deeply and bites his lip before he eases his cock in as far he can. An unattractive, guttural groan escapes you as his size expands your tiny pussy.

"Is this ok... I'm not hurting you am I?" He groans pulling out to the tip, making you grab tightly to his shoulders, pulling him back down into you.

"No fuck me harder, chief. Please. Harder." you urge.

A throaty groan emits from his chest as he pounds into you. Your groins slamming together as he gives you all his length.

Your moans getting louder everytime he slams his dick into you. Your juices making him slip in and out so easily. You wrap your legs around his back, forcing him in deeper as he hits your spot. Your hips moving in synchronisation as you both desperately try to reach climax. You scratch down his back as your back arched, so close now. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, you know he's close too. 

"Shit. Oh my goddd! Hopper" you scream as you feel the warmth of your come spill over his cock. 

He growls as he pushes your legs over his shoulders, hitting your spot even deeper. He leans back and bites his lip as he continues pounding into you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You orgasm again as he keeps on going, shooting his come inside of you. You both cry out as your come comes spilling out leaving a puddle underneath you 

Hopper fell to the side of you as you both lay naked, letting your breathes return to normal. He pulled you on top of him, tangling you with his arms and reaching down to plant a kiss on your lips. You both lay like this for a while, drifting in and out of sleep.

"Well Chief, if I knew that was going to happen, I'd have made my move ages ago" you giggled.

"I was going to say you don't have to call me Chief anymore but I kinda like it" he says making you both laugh. You share a passionate kiss before you get up to get dressed, remembering your shorts are ripped. 

"What am i going to do about these?" You smirk, holding up your torn shorts. 

"Shit, sorry, I got a bit carried away" he replied, smiling back at you and throwing his legs over the side of the bed "I'll take you home, Hon"

As you make your way to the front door, Hopper following behind, he grabs hold of your hand and turns you around. Moving your hair from your face, he places his hand at the back of your head and pulls you in for a deep, lingering kiss.

"So, can you babysit tomorrow?" He smirks raising his eyebrow and grabbing his keys from the side table. He leaves a not on the side for El, telling her he'll be back in thirty minutes, although she probably won't be moving from in front of the TV anytime soon.

@aar-journey

[ghost-in-the-hall]

Hey everyone! I decided I should probably start a master list of all the fan fiction that I've published so it's a little easier to find them. This Masterlist includes my fics for Powerwolf, Sleep Token, One Piece, Modern Warfare, Ghost and My Hero Academia at the moment. As always requests are always open, or feel free to send me a message just to talk. Enjoy!

Powerwolf Fan Fiction Masterlist

Requests for Powerwolf fics: OPEN

Full List Here!

One Piece Fan Fiction Masterlist

(I'm still super early on in this show, I'm sure how I write these characters is going to change over time, but I can't help myself lol)

Current Arc: Sabaody Archipelago

Requests for One Piece fics: OPEN FOR CERTAIN CHARACTERS

I Swear (Sanji x OC!Anastasia FLUFF)

Troubled Waters (Iceburg x Fem! Reader) FLUFF/SMUT

Slipknot Fan Fiction Masterlist

Eyes On Ms (Chris Fehn x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Spit (Chris Fehn x Fem! Reader) SMUT

Hands On (Chris Fehn x Fem! Reader) SMUT Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Motorcycle Ride (Jim Root x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Swing (Sid Wilson x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Paper Thin (Chris Fehn x Fem! Reader) FLUFF - SMUT

Slipknot x Nervous Flyer! Reader (FLUFF!)

Annoyance (Corey Taylor x Fem! Reader) SMUT

Slipknot Drabbles: What They Wear To Bed FLUFF

The Arrangement (Slipknot x Free Use! Fem! Reader)

Part 1 - Chris x Reader x Sid SMUT

Part 2 - Chris x Reader x Jim SMUT

Sleep Token Fan Fiction Masterlist

Requests for Sleep Token Fics: CLOSED

Distract me (Vessel x Fem! Reader) FLUFF

Ongoing Series...

Fall For Me (Poly! Sleep Token x Fem! Reader) Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 (ON HIATUS)

Modern Warfare Fan Fiction Masterlist

Requests for Modern Warfare fics: CLOSED

The Mouse and The Bear - König x GN! Reader FLUFF

🎃•Kinktober•🎃

Day 1 : Size Kink (Roel x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 2 : Body Worship (Terzo x GN! Reader SMUT)

Day 3: Primal Play (Falk x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 4: Bondage (Mountain x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 5: Edging (Falk x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 6: Massage (Dew x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 7: Threesome (Falk x Fem! Reader x Phantom SMUT)

Day 8: Aphrodisiacs (Primo x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 9: Lingerie (Charles x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Day 10: Sensory Deprivation (III x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Kinktober Day 13: Car Sex (Falk x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Ghost Fan Fiction Masterlist

DISCONTINUED

Distractions (Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Fast Food and Confessions (Copia x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Moment of Just Letting Go (Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF)

I Want (Copia x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Spooky (Swiss x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Halloween One Shots (Ghouls and Papa's x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Drunken Confessions (Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF Thanksgiving Special)

Separated (Mountain x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Sleepless Nights (Aether x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Dance With Me (Terzo x Reader FLUFF)

Mistletoe Mini One Shots!

Decorating the Tree (Copia x GN! Reader FLUFF)

One Stormy Evening (Secondo x Fem! Reader SMUT)

Ghost Valentine's Day Drabbles

Fresh Paint (Secondo x Fem!Wife!Reader) FLUFF

Strawberries (Terzo x Fem!Reader SMUT)

Slow (Phantom x GN! Reader FLUFF)

Flowers (Phantom x GN! Reader) FLUFF

On going series...

I Believe (Terzo x GN! Reader) - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Marrying the Papa's - Terzo x GN! Reader FLUFF - Part 1: The Confession

Under The Black Flag - Copia x Fem! Reader Pirate AU

My Hero Academia Fan Fiction Masterlist

(A/N: I only write for characters that are 18+ in this fandom)

Requests for My Hero fics: CLOSED

My Girl - (Fatgum x Fem! Reader) SMUT

[jimsbeetroot]

𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐦’𝐬 ♱ 𝐣𝐢𝐦 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭

waking jim up at shit in the morning for sexy time hehehe

words; 1268

smut!

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“Jim?” You whispered. He snored in return, dead asleep.

Jim’s eyes were closed as his chin rested on your head. His arms were tightly wrapped around you, his bare upper body pressed against yours.

The hotel room was completely black. It was three in the morning, and you had joined Jim on tour.

Your body, along with your mind, had entered a restless and frustrated cycle. You weren't used to all of the travelling, and you'd found it hard to fall asleep at night.

You were in France, in a beautiful hotel. Jim slept like a rock but you just couldn't find any rest.

And you’d tried everything. You’d tried cuddling Jim, and then you'd tried sleeping alone. You’d tried sleeping without covers and then with them. You’d even tried popping a melatonin, but then you had to pee, and suddenly you were back at square one.

You just had this burning feeling, something you needed to get done to rest.

Your cheeks blushed red at the thought, your stomach tingling even more.

You needed Jim, and you had no idea as to what had incited this sudden need to be fucked by your boyfriend, but it was undeniable.

You shuttered at the thought, imagining how Jim would make you scream, and fuck the daylights out of you. You wanted that. So bad.

A wet spot had formed in your panties. You bit your lip, a tingling feeling washing over your whole body.

“Jim?” You whispered again, this time looking up, grazing his face softly.

He hummed in response, giving you a little squeeze, still asleep.

You snuck your hand under the covers, grabbing Jim’s thigh and raising it to curve perfectly between your legs. His knee was pressed against your cunt. He could surely feel the wetness between your legs on his knee by now.

You moaned and grabbed Jim’s hair.

“Y/N, no,” he mumbled and lowered his leg, removing it from your soaking cunt.

You cried at his shifting, squirming a bit.

“Jim,” you pleaded, wrapping your arms under his, clutching him tightly, and placing kisses on his collarbone.

“I can't sleep, Jim,” you lamented. Jim sighed tiredly and kissed your forehead, eyes still closed, barely awake.

“Try,” he encouraged and puffed. “I've tried for the last three hours. I can't sleep,” you moaned.

Again, Jim just hummed in response, so tired that he couldn't think of much else to say.

You felt a bit bad since you weren't the one playing ninety-minute shows every night, doing interviews and rehearsals. It made sense that Jim was exhausted, but you had other things to worry about.

Your hand left Jim’s back and went down under the covers. You placed your cold hand on his thigh, brushing it slightly. The coldness of your hand caused Jim to flinch slightly.

You were so insistent, and your need for Jim only grew bigger. You just had to get him in the same mood as well, but it seemed impossible.

You let your hand travel further up Jim’s thigh until you reached the leghole in his boxer shorts. You bit your lip as you watched Jim’s face intensely, hoping for a moan or a smirk, but you got the opposite.

“I'm so tired, Y/N. Not now,” he grumbled and reached down to remove your hand from his thigh, placing it on his chest instead.

“I’ll never ask again, James, I promise,” you pleaded in a whispering voice. You felt nauseous, that's how sexually frustrated you were.

Just the idea of Jim pounding you, made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Please, just do something,” you cried softly and kissed Jim’s lips.

Jim, to your surprise, turned around, back facing you and continued to sleep.

Your bottom lip folded and you huffed, sighing as you stared into the ceiling, fully awake, mind focused on one thing, and one thing only.

Jim reached his hand over for you to hold. He hated not having physical contact with you when sleeping. You grabbed his hand and placed it on your thigh.

You'd run out of ideas completely. Now, you only had one last dirty trick left.

As his hand rested on your thigh, you pulled down your panties, making sure that Jim felt what you were doing. You were completely naked.

As Jim’s hand rested on your thigh, you moved it up so far, that his pinky was resting on top of your cunt.

Then, the dirty trick. Your hand travelled down to your soaking cunt, running your fingers up and down your slit a few times, hand brushing against Jim’s as you began rubbing your clit, moaning a little louder than you normally would.

“F-Fuck, J-Jim,” you moaned, imagining his hand instead of yours. With your other hand, you held onto Jim’s forearm, squeezing it hard as pleasure rolled over you.

You brought his arm up and placed his hand on you breast.

Finally, he turned around.

“You're so goddamn stubborn,” he hissed and smacked your hand away from your cunt, replacing it with his.

He began rubbing your clit in a circular motion, kissing your neck while doing so. At the same time, you reached down, digging your hand into Jim’s boxers, straddling his cock, feeling as it stiffened up in your grasp within a heartbeat.

He moaned softly as you pumped his cock, making you produce equally loud moans as he pumped his long fingers in and out of you.

You felt it was reasonable if you took care of him for a bit. After all, it was you who woke him up just to fuck.

You rolled over, placing your legs on either side of Jim’s waist. You rode his cock for a while, grinding him before eventually pulling down his boxers, his hard cock springing out.

You grabbed a hold of Jim’s hands and placed them both on each tit.

He squeezed them firmly as you sank down on his cock.

A series of cuss words mixed with your name left Jim’s mouth repeatedly as you began bouncing up and down at a steady pace, head thrown back in pleasure, hoarse moans leaving your quivering lip.

He was deep inside of you, and if the light was turned on, you would've gasped at the sight of the bulge his cock created in your stomach.

Your knees were getting tired, and Jim could tell.

He lifted you off him and stood on his knees just as you. He grabbed your shoulders and forced you down on all fours.

He gathered your hair in his fist and drove into you without a warning. You helped at the feeling of him stretching your walls completely. You were in pure bliss.

Jim squeezed your ass tightly as his hips smacked against your ass cheeks, creating a loud sound that echoed through the room.

Your face was buried into the pillow, which you bit into for dear life, trying to prevent yourself from screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jim continued his nearly painful pace, thrusting so fast that you could barely think. And the position allowed for extra depth, doubting if that was even possible.

“I’m gonna c-”

Jim grabbed both your hands and pressed them against your bag as he continued to thrust.

“Come for me, baby.”

You did exactly that, reaching your climax, nearly seeing stars as you tried to collect yourself, although Jim was still going at it. “God,” you cried and breathed heavily, not sure if your body could handle much more.

Jim came with one final deep thrust. He pulled out and threw himself down beside you, sweaty and all.

“Thanks for waking me. I think I needed that.”

[hotgeniusreid]

Vampire Jim Root, that’s it, that the post

[mercifuldeaths]

Vertigo: Ch 6: Pyro

Vertigo: Chapter 6

Pyro

This fic is in progress.

Jim Mason x Reader

Warnings for this chapter: Smut, drug use and side effects of such use.

Summary: Things were good until they weren’t. Jim starts falling back into old habits. He doesn’t mind.

Notes: This is really where things pick up, as I’m sure you’ll see. The last bit of this chapter is actually my favorite part in the whole story. I hope you enjoy pain. Because this is just the start. 

Word Count: 7.2 K

“You’re looking pretty cute over there, you know that?” Y/N nodded at her boyfriend sprawled out over her bed. Her father was out of town and it had been just the two of them for the past few days. They had just gotten done with a pretty long surf set and it was late afternoon, post-surf pizza delivery on the way.

She ran her fingers through her wet hair, snagging on a few tangles that made her wince. Jim was still looking up at her ceiling, face contemplative. He had changed out of his wetsuit and into a pair of sweats, ready for an evening of ironically terrible movies, pizza, and probably a good fuck. It should have been enough for him, and he hated feeling greedy, but it never was.

“Something interesting up there?” She went to lay next to him, the towel she dried off with lay abandoned on the floor.

“Mmmm. Not more interesting than this.” He reached behind her and grabbed a handful of her bare ass. He laughed, carefree, and kissed the top of her head. He didn’t deserve her, was the pervasive thought. Always an undercurrent in this mind.

“Come on, I have to get dressed. Food will be here soon.” She attempted to wiggle her way out from him. He gripped her tight, not letting her escape.

“You don’t have to do anything. Including getting dressed,” he challenged with a rougish smile and flipped her underneath himself.

“Jiiiim,” she couldn’t help but smile herself. “Not now, baby. Later, for sure,” she laughed and pecked him on the lips, but he leaned in and started deepening the kiss.

“Not now?” He pressed his hardness into her, still covered by his sweats. “I’m sorry I can’t help myself sometimes. I have this girlfriend who is absolutely the most stunning creature. And she walks around in a bikini all day. So you can imagine what that does to me.” His mouth moved downward and starting sucking on her neck, collarbone, leaving small bruises in their wake. She let out a small hum and tangled her fingers in his hair directing him further down to her breasts. He took a nipple in his mouth and toyed with it between his teeth. He suddenly stopped. “Oh, but you’re busy, so,” he said sarcastically and went to get off the bed.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him in place, pulling him closer to her. “You’re a tease. You know that?” she mumbled kissing the side of his head while he went back to work kissing her neck.

“Me? A tease? Nah,” he said and ground his hips into her. He felt her buck up, seeking any friction.

“Jimmy,” she whined and he had to restrain himself from absolutely wrecking her right there. She could play him like a violin and knew exactly what made him tick. He went back to sucking on her sensitive breasts, avoiding the nipple. A tease, indeed.

He continued down, kissing the flat plane of her tummy, her hip bones, and when he got to her inner thighs he gave a particularly hard bite. She let out a small whimper.

He knew he had her.

“Baby, let’s go out tonight.” He nuzzled into the soft skin relishing the feeling on his lips.

She picked her head up off the pillow to eye him. “Is this bribery?” She nodded at his current position between her thighs while he started to give her folds the smallest kitten licks. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to her center. He pulled back and gave her the softest expression she had ever seen. God, he knew how to get her to do anything.

“Is it working? The bribery?” He leaned back down, starting to apply some pressure to his licks, teasing her entrance, but not enough for satisfaction. He licked a stripe up her and she shuddered.

“I wanted you all to myself tonight,” she whimpered and looked at his boyish face from between her thighs. She loved seeing him there, but much preferred it when he was at work down there rather than giving her little puppy dog looks. But then again, he knew that.

“You can have me. All of me...at Aaron’s. He’s having a thing. Small group of us. It’ll be really chill,” he mumbled against her cunt and she knew he was going to win. Between the looks and his persuasion techniques, he could have the world. He moved back to her kissing her thighs and she immediately missed his warm mouth pressed into her, tasting her.

She let out a sigh, desperate for any sort of real pressure. “Okay, whatever, we’ll go. Please just touch me.” Her hips attempted to grind into his lips but he pulled back again. She let out another dejected cry.

“...And you’ll wear that skirt? You know the one.” He couldn’t hold back his grin, head now resting on her thigh, looking up at her.

“Yes, Yes. I know the one.”

“Then we have a deal.” He said and quickly went to make good on his promise. He pressed his mouth to her wet folds, gliding his tongue through. He let out a small moan, loving her taste. Her back started to arch off the bed and he brought a hand up to tease her breasts, pinching and grazing over them.

He continued to lap at her wetness. “Babe. God, Jim,” she gasped out when he trapped her clit between his teeth, applying the smallest pressure. Her hands started pulling his soft brown hair from the root, pressing him further into her. He loved it, being completely surrounded by her, only able to breathe her in.

Changing course, he teased her entrance with his tongue, nose buried in her clit. She couldn’t help but feel warmth pool in her stomach, seeing him like that- her wetness spread over his mouth and chin. He continued like she was his last meal, his groans sending vibrations up her spine. She swept over the hair that fell in front of his eyes, she wanted to see him, always.

His tongue went back to her clit, then licking up and down. Her breaths were coming faster, eyes closing and her head falling against the pillow submitting herself to him completely.

“Babe,” she warned but he already knew she was close, knowing her body almost as well as his own. He hummed and slid a finger into her, slowly pumping it in and out. Another was added shortly thereafter. Her cries were high pitched and music to his ears.

She really started moving her hips in time with him, grinding down onto his lips and fingers. He pulled back and she whined from the loss of contact. “Are you gonna come on my tongue for me, babygirl?”

A loud cry escaped her lips and she nodded. “Yeah, yes.” He went back to sucking on her swollen clit mumbling, “That’s my good girl,” against her warm cunt.

It was the combination of his voice joined with the vibrations they created that took her over the edge, crying his name and throwing her head back. “Jim, Jim,” she chanted like a prayer as he continued to lap at her, riding out her orgasm with her, wanting everything she had to give him. He moaned throughout, catching every drop of her.

She gently started to pull him away, oversensitive to his touch. He smiled and licked her wetness off of his swollen lips. God, he really could never get enough of her. She lay gasping, eyes still closed, trying to slow her breathing. He laid next to her, brushing stray pieces of hair off her forehead, pressing small kisses to her temple. She let out a small giggle, something she often did when a little blissed out. He didn’t know why but it always made his heart melt, seeing the small smile cresting across her lips. She was completely relaxed, carefree.

She opened her eyes to look up at him, still smiling. “Let me…” she said as she went to cup his length in her hand. The doorbell interrupted and she let out a small sigh of disbelief. Jim just smiled, happy to see her happy. Running to the closet, she put on a bathrobe. “I owe you, I swear. Tonight…” She winked as she left the bedroom.

“Oh tonight I’m getting more than just that. So are you- that was the appetizer, honey,” he called after her and he palmed his cock through his pants.

“Good. I’m starving.” Her laughter echoed upstairs and he really wished his mind wasn’t on the dime bag of coke that would be waiting for him later.

--

He could feel it, the pull. It was like a magnet or gravity or whatever else controlled the universe. It was one of those forces that he could feel but not see. Nobody could see it. A force of nature, uncontrollable.

It wasn’t his fault that things were starting up again. Or probably not starting up, more like continuing, but his current coping mechanisms of ‘run away with Y/N and try to forget about things��� wasn’t flawless.

Parties had been a regular occurrence in his life, as well as Y/N’s. She was no angel, he came to learn. She had her own demons to fight and he was more than prepared to fight them with her-but when he couldn’t even face his own, what place did he have to tell her to do the same.

It was coming up, the day. He refused to call it what he supposed it really was, but Medina wouldn’t let him forget about it despite however many little pills he swallowed. He had started seeing Chad more frequently again who was more than happy to start selling to him regularly. “There he is! Our Jimmy’s back, boys!” They had clapped him on the back and shoved another beer in his hand when he had asked to start his regular pickups again. His eyes rolled but he gladly took the tablet, winking at Alex and the others.

Were things getting bad again? Yeah. Did he know that? Yes. Did he care? Not at all. After all, that could all be forgotten with a line, a pill, a pull-he didn’t give a single fuck.

And that was the plan for the evening. To forget everything. Everything except Y/N because honestly, that’s all he could handle. He’d managed to convince her to go to the party and he felt dirty for having to do it. He almost made himself sick watching her get ready-curling her hair and painting her lips in a soft pink, for what was more or less a glorified drug deal.

What was worse was that he knew that she would get high with him and it continued to break his heart a little more every time she leaned down for a line or would lick a pill from his hand like she had all those months ago. She was smarter than that. He knew it. Jim knew he was holding her down but he was also a selfish man. If he wasn’t he’d have given up the drugs and Y/N a while ago. If he was being honest, he probably should have never talked to her. She was too good, too smart.

He took a sip from the water bottle he was holding-trying to loosen the knots in his stomach- while sitting on Y/N’s bed, waiting for her to get her things together.

“Keep drinking that,” she eyed him. “You don’t want a hangover.”

He looked at her curiously.

“Hydration prevents hangovers. Come on, that’s rookie shit, Jim.” She smirked and walked over to him. She placed a delicate kiss on his full lips and he felt some of the lipstick transfer. They laughed as he rubbed it off and headed over to what Jim knew was going to be a good night.

It wasn’t a small gathering and both of them knew that it wouldn’t be. Jim and Y/N were funny, other people would say. They were both perfectly content to be away from one another, Y/N not hanging off his arm like a showpiece, both of them feeling a little freer.

Jim vowed to himself to start off slow. He didn’t want to hit a wall halfway through the night, not when he could extend it for as long as possible-until the sun rose and reminded him of everything that was waiting for him in the light.

He had taken two of the small pink pills Alex had offered, not exactly sure what they were, but really ready for anything. Y/N had escaped him a while back, probably to go find some of the girls she was slowly becoming the ringleader of. He knew that was certainly not intentional, the girls just tended to flock to her despite her constant indifference to them.

A few shots in mixed with those pills had him feeling a pretty good buzz, he realized as he leaned against the outside of the house where guests were now spilling onto the front lawn. He could start to feel the vibrations moving through the air onto him. The colors around him looked a little brighter and his conversations flowed more naturally. He had a nagging suspicion that it was acid or some shit he was rolling on but he couldn’t be bothered to find out.

Y/N’s voice rang in the back of his head about staying hydrated and he decided to head the warning. He found himself in the kitchen, but didn’t exactly remember how he got there. He dumped the warm beer in his cup and filled it with water, grumbling to himself about he wished it was that vodka monstrosity someone had convinced him to have earlier. Tasted like shit, but certainly got him fucked up in record time.

Thinking of Y/N had set him on a mission. Those girls can’t be with her all night. He started to meander through the house starting on the ground level. He found himself caught in a few mundane conversations before he would suddenly remember his goal and start up on looking for her again.

He felt himself smile when he heard her laugh coming from upstairs. Immediately he headed up there to see her for himself. The thought of her in those jeans, the skirt was unfortunately in the laundry, was already making his head spin and he knew how much she liked to fuck while they were tripping together. He had imagined that she already took something, never one to hesitate.

When he saw her he had to suppress a groan as she was surrounded by some of her groupies as well as the bay boys. With the drugs running through his system, he found that he could care less. Walking up to her, pushing one of the guys out of the way, he cornered her against the wall of the hallway.

“Mmmmmm,” he hummed and started nibbling at her neck, already marking her as his. “Y/N, let’s go.”

She mumbled, “Jim, I was talking to people,” but still threaded her fingers into his soft hair, pulling him closer.

“Don’t care. Just need you.” He gripped her ass and brought her center to grind against his hardening cock.

“Baby,” she mumbled. “I can tell you’re on some shit right now, but I’m not there yet.” He pulled back, disappointment decorating his eyes. “Maybe an hour?”

“But I want you now, God. Look at you.” He started slipping his hand down the front of her jeans, unable to contain himself.

“Jim,” she warned, her voice sobering him a little. Her eyes darkened just enough for him to get a rush, however, and he knew she was up to no good. “If you’re a good boy and wait, maybe there will be an extra surprise for you,” she whispered so faintly he could barely hear her over the thumping music and cacophony of voices.

With that, she took his wrist and guided his hand a bit further so his fingers became slicked in her wetness, grinding onto him a few times to be thorough. She then pulled him out of her and guided his hand to her mouth, gently sucking herself off of him. Jim swore he could have cum just from that image, alone.

When Y/N was satisfied, she dropped his wrist, cupped his length through his jeans and mumbled, “Be good for me, and I’ll be good for you.” Y/N turned on her heel and bounded towards the end of the hall. She heard Jim groan, wholly unsatisfied. “One hour!” He heard her call over her shoulder and smile with a girlish giggle.

--

It must have been about an hour later that Jim realized that he should start looking for Y/N. Strange, he didn’t think she’d last the full hour.

“Jim!” He heard in a voice he didn’t expect to hear ever again. Heather was calling over to him from the top of the stairs.

“Uh, hi,” he hesitated, whatever he took not helping the awkward air that had suddenly fallen over him. He didn’t think anything could have fixed the Heather situation.

“You need to get Y/N. She’s….” Heather trailed off and Jim couldn’t help the perplexed expression that crossed his face, looking up at her.

“What?” Maybe he didn’t hear right. Y/N and Heather certainly weren’t friends. Probably quite the opposite, in fact. Why were they hanging out together?

“Jim, I’m not doing this for you. I could literally couldn’t care less about you. But Y/N really isn’t good right now so could you maybe come figure this out?” she snapped.

Something clicked and Jim started bounding up the stairs to find Y/N. No no no no no. It was impossible. She wouldn’t.

He swore he heard Heather going off about how he was the reason for this-how he was going to get Y/N killed. That he was going to get himself killed, not that she cared of course. But he couldn’t pay that any attention as he could literally feel his high fading, adrenaline taking its place.

“Baby,” he was already saying despite not being anywhere close to the group of people standing around the open bathroom door, where he imagined she was. “Move, move.” He shoved the couple people that hovered, demeanor already telling them to leave. “Baby, Y/N, Y/N,” he called out to her.

She was propped up on the sink by one of the Aaron, one of the bay boys Jim was closer with, and he was trying to get her to drink some water. Her skin was pale and she was visibly shaking while suppressing the urge to retch again.

“Jim,” Aaron said a little firm, hoping to snap Jim out of whatever stupor took hold. Jim’s eyes snapped to his friend and he could feel himself actively trying to stay as sober as he could. “She’s been asking for you.” Aaron gestured to Y/N, still in his arms.

Jim stepped over and took her, holding her close to his chest on instinct. “What happened?” He couldn’t hide the panic in his voice. She was mostly asleep, or passed out more likely. Her head lolled over and he brushed the hair out of her fluttering eyelids. “What happened?” Jim said, more forcefully, demanding the answer when Aaron hesitated.

“Alex...he uh. He gave her some new shit.” The pink pills. Fuck. He knew they felt suspiciously familiar but Alex had claimed it was some new designer drug from Europe or whatever.

Y/N had mentioned to Jim that she had bad experiences with certain pills and she was usually careful to only take what she knew would have the desired effect. Alex wouldn’t tell him what it was so he doubted that she knew. She wouldn’t have taken it if she knew. Did he force her? Did she want to take it? Was this something else? One of those date rape things? His mind whirled, unable to keep up.

“Go get Heather,” he managed to choke out. Everyone looked at him like he had lost it, well aware of the bad blood between the two. “She’s a nursing student-go get her!” His raised voice caused Y/N to stir.

“Please, can you just go get Jim, I want to see-”

“Baby, it’s me. I’m here.” She didn’t relax like he hoped she would have. He started to maneuver them onto the ground so she was cradled in his lap, his chest pressed against her back.  “Did anyone go get-”

“God, yah I’m here. Calm down.” Heather walked over to the pair and closed the door behind her, keeping prying eyes out. Jim was grateful for that small mercy.

He could feel Y/N starting to get warm under his touch, her breaths coming faster.

“I told you she looks like shit,” Heather said too nonchalantly for his comfort.

“I think she’s allergic or something. I don’t know-she said she doesn’t do molly because she always has a bad trip but- I just- I don’t...” Jim stumbled over his words, trying to get things to happen faster. He could feel his own heart starting to race. Y/N was still unconscious, but starting to make slight twitching movements.

“She took too much. I don’t know what to tell you.” Heather stood above them, looking down, her sneer visible over her rhinoplasty nose.

“Heather, come on. This isn’t about us,” Jim begged through gritted teeth. He was trying to hold his tears back. This was the first time in a long time that he could say that he genuinely was scared. Because this was something that actually mattered.

He saw Heather’s dark eyes soften a fraction after looking at Y/N’s small movements and shivering breaths. His ex crouched next to Y/N and started taking her pulse, her eyes looking anywhere but at Jim.

“She’s warm. And her heart rate is too fast. So’s respiration. Jim, she’s overdosing.” Even Heather was starting to feel bad for the guy. After things ended, no matter how terribly, she was able to see him from a distance. She saw the changes in him.

Jim nearly passed out himself. “Overdosing?” His tone higher than he would have liked. “What am I supposed to do,” his voice cracked and Heather’s heart almost broke from seeing him like that.

“She’s going to be okay. I asked around and they’re pretty sure it’s glorified E. Even if this is a reaction or a bad trip or OD, E is probably the best way for it to happen. Just make sure she keeps breathing and have her drink some cold water when she wakes up.” She turned to leave the cramped bathroom but Jim’s small voice stopped her.

“Please. Stay.” She turned to look at him. “I’m scared,” he admitted and she could tell he was choking on his own tears, she had seen it enough when they dated.

“Jim,” she started but he interrupted by asking again. She sighed and resigned herself to sitting in the furthest corner from the couple. They heard the party start to die down outside as they sat in uncomfortable silence.

Jim couldn't take his eyes off Y/N. He watched her chest rise and fall, counting every time. ‘Make sure she keeps breathing’ he repeated in his head to make sure he stayed on task-terrified of what would happen if he didn’t. She’s going to be okay, she’s going to be okay, she’s going to be okay--

“You have to stop eventually, you know?”

He was pulled out of his trance like state of rocking himself and Y/N, mumbling, and running his fingers through her hair. Heather looked at him for the first time. “You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“What?” Jim looked back at her thinking that maybe he had missed part of the conversation. It had happened often enough when he was high.

“If you keep this up. I see what’s happening.”

Jim was still confused. “What’s...happening?” he managed.

“Jim,” she scoffed. “Everyone knows what’s going on. We all know what you’re doing and it’s worse than last time.”

“You don’t know shit,” he bit out, perhaps too hard.

Heather moved to stand up and Jim almost apologized. “She’s going to be fine. Just cold water when she’s awake. If in doubt, call an ambulance, please don't be stupid, okay?”

Jim only found himself to smally nod, looking back at Y/N’s peaceful, now flushed, face.

“Hey,” Heather said softer than he thinks she’s ever said to him before. He looked up to her dark eyes. “Just quit that shit, okay?” And with that she left the small room and gently clicked the door back shut.

A few moments later, Y/N started blinking her wide eyes. She immediately tried to grab Jim’s arm that was holding her to him, sensing it as a threat but when she heard the familiar voice and felt gentle touches, she knew it was Jim.

“Y/N?” his voice cracked.

“Hi,” she breathed out, trying to remain calm, knowing exactly what was happening.

“Are you okay?” he asked at a complete loss of words.

“No. But I will be.” She closed her eyes and felt unexpected tears fall. Seeming to take her cue and their privacy, he started softly cry, pressing his face into her hair.

“I could have lost you,” he sobbed out but she was still distant-feeling far and detached, poison still in her blood.

“You didn’t.” She knew she was saying these things but they felt like they completely bypassed her brain-going on reflex. Unable to feel. Numb.

“I didn’t.” He tightened his arms around her.

She mumbled something that he didn’t quite hear. “Hmm?”

“I’ve gotta stop this shit.” She looked at him, his pupils still blown, eyes red and puffy, face drawn. “We’ve gotta stop this shit.” She closed her eyes but the sight of him was still behind her eyelids. There was no room to judge because she knew she probably looked worse.

She felt him press his hand to her cheek and she turned to place a kiss in his palm. He didn’t know how to respond or if he even should considering how her eyes were glazing over again. “We’ve gotta stop this shit. He knew she was right. Of course, she was. She always was.

He should stop. And Heather had noticed-well she’s always been a nosey bitch, anyway- but even she was worried. Probably the person that hated him the most was worried about him. And he knew he still wouldn’t stop. He knew that this should scare him, and it did-for her. But had be been in her place, he couldn’t care less. In fact, something about that was almost a comforting thought.

Y/N’s eyes were shut but her lips moved softly. “It’s too much for me.  All this.”

Jim still didn’t know if he should answer. But he did, anyway. “It’s not enough for me. It never is.”

--

Medina squeezed herself into the pastel pink dress chosen for her by the not-so-blushing bride. It wasn’t tight like the embrace of a warm wetsuit, but instead the snug fit of  a noose around her neck.

Jim wasn’t home but she still hung his tux on the outside of his closet as a gentle reminder that today was the day.

Things had been good until they weren’t.

Medina saw the way his clothes started to fit looser, the way he would shake when trying to text. His jaw was clenched so hard half the time she thought his teeth would snap. Sometimes she would hear him try to stifle cries and screams while the shower ran.

Things were good. But they were horrible, too.

Y/N fell into his orbit and made him secure, safe. She wasn’t there though, not that day. The day was Phil’s wedding. Phil and Rebecca. Rebecca was some redhead nurse that had starting working at his practice a year ago. The upcoming date was having a snowball effect on both Jim and Sandy, who was currently locked in her bedroom, holed up with the blinds shut.

Medina still didn’t know if she wanted to go despite her already dressing and carefully applying makeup. She was still his daughter. A deep part of her still wanted to make him proud even if she was too embarrassed to admit it.

She and Jim had countless conversations about their father’s wedding, each worse than the previous.

“We have to go, Jim. We’re his only children,” Medina said kicking a rock off the cliff edge they were balanced on.

“I’m not going.” Final. She knew she shouldn’t press, but since when did Medina listen to limits.

“Just do it. It’s one day and then you never have to see him again,” she tried to reason.

His face was contemplative but his teeth still ground together-jaw tight. “Medina. I don’t think me being there would make it a better day. I don’t give a fuck about him and his new whore,” Jim’s words were scathing and she was happy their dad wasn’t there to hear them. She tried to convince herself that he didn’t mean them. “I’m on mom’s side, remember?”

“There are no sides in this,” she whispered, the crashing waves almost silencing her.

“Yeah. There’s always sides. And mom and I obviously know whose you’ve chosen,” he sneered as he went to stand up on wobbling legs. “Move.” He tapped her back with his foot, she still sat with her legs slung over the cliff.

She didn’t. She sat with her jaw almost as tight as Jim’s. “Medina, move or I’ll push you off this fucking cliff.”

She took one look at him and knew he was serious. Deciding moving was in her best interest, she did.

--

The conversations continued. Each time Medina’s comments more snappy and Jim’s pupils blown impossibly wider. He was always loud when he was like that so Medina was pretty sure their mother, and neighbors, knew exactly what was going on.

Jim was her best friend. The only person she could really talk to. The only one that understood her, and she was the only one who could understand him. But he wasn’t himself. She couldn’t think like him anymore.

“Mom,” she whispered outside Sandy’s locked door of her bedroom. When there was no response she knocked lightly.

“The fuck you want, Medina?” she screamed out, voice sounding raw.

“I’m going to head out, okay? I’ll be home late,” she still whispered.

“Where’s Jim?” The door swung open to reveal Sandy clinging onto dirty tissues, makeup running down her face, always clad in her bathrobe. She eyed her daughter with contempt.

Sandy pushed past her and continued to the living room, on the hunt for her son. “Jim!, Jim!” she started shrieking.

“He’s not here. I don’t know where he went,” Medina said gently. She was really trying her best with her mom as she could see how hard this day must be. Medina wasn’t a robot, she did have a little empathy for her. Granted that was overshadowed by an immense hatred.

“I know where he’s not. I know he isn’t abandoning me,” Sandy sneered. This was followed by a laugh that shook Medina to her bones. Sandy continued to look at her daughter as if she were under a microscope. “You look ridiculous. Flat a board, Medina.” And with that, she stomped back into her bedroom.

Medina sighed and tried calling Jim one more time before driving to the ceremony in her little yellow beetle. He didn’t answer. She was too exhausted to worry about him anymore.

--

The ceremony was beautiful, she admitted. It was full of soft colors and flowers, obviously was chosen by the new Mrs. Mason. The thought that she now shared her last name with another person made her shudder so she took another sip of her champagne.

Phil had given her a hug the moment she walked through the door to the wedding venue. When he asked if Jim was able to make it she pretended she didn’t hear him and swore that she saw him actually shed a tear. Letting herself be whisked from family member to friends of the new couple, her mind started to wander.

The Masons didn’t have much family, just some aunts from the east coast. Cooing about how much she had grown up and how much she resembled her grandmother had gotten old fast. Their next topic was worse.

Having to explain to everyone that Jim wasn’t there was horrid. She started making the stories more ridiculous as she went. “He tried to surf down the stairs.” “He’s donating his left kidney to an orphan.” “He was in a shark attack.” They all gave her strange looks. She didn’t care.

Rebecca was upset that the photographs were off center. It was supposed to be four bridesmaids and four groomsmen framing the couple in their photographs and at the ceremony. With Jim missing, she was the odd one out. The extra bridesmaid, Medina was forced to walk down the aisle alone, smiling, pretending her brother was by her side. She opted out of the photos and kicked her heels off the first chance she had.

Immediately following the ceremony was the reception which carried over the same theme of pastels and flowers. With a little champagne in her, all the colors started to blend in a sick imitation kaleidoscope. The night had passed in similar fashion to the ceremony. “Oh, yeah he’s actually really sick.” “He’s in the hospital.” “He died.” She couldn’t help but feel like now the excuses were getting closer to the truth.

Not a single person was satisfied with having just Medina there because that’s what it was, right? Just Medina. If Jim were in her place she would bet her life that they wouldn’t ask about her. Not even once. She rolled her eyes and speared another piece of her steak.

After dinner, she hid in the bathroom to avoid any more ‘Jim’ questions. She was running out of excuses for him. After taking a few shots she was starting to feel better, though.

I get it, Jim. She thought pretending he could hear her on the other end-something she had done since they were kids. Twin telepathy, or whatever. The room was fuzzy and warm where she perched on the edge of the sinks, watching videos on how to perfect your roundhouse cutback.

The liquor running through her veins did make her curious as to what those little white pills felt like. Fucking coward. That’s what he was. Unable to cope. Weak.

The thought of her twin brother suddenly made her furious. He was already everyone’s favorite, always got the attention, friends, love. He was perfect and nobody would ever let her forget it. And he still ran from it. Ran from every opportunity to be happy.

The only reason they still think he’s perfect was because of her. What if she stopped covering for him? Or was honest to their friends and family? “Why isn’t Jim here? Oh well, you see he’s probably tripping balls, high as a kite on some cliff, trying to run from all of his problems instead of manning up and handling them.”

And why the fuck was Y/N still with him? She had everything going for her-looks, personality, money, smarts. Why Jim? She was her friend first. Of course, she went to Jim. Everyone always does. Sometimes she wanted to take her friend’s pretty face and shove it in the waves. “Is his dick really that good? Or are you just desperate?” Medina smiled.

There was a sudden commotion outside and she figured it was time to cut the cake or whatever happens at weddings. She rolled her eyes and tapped on another video, not caring that she was probably using all their data plan. It was when she heard a familiar voice yelling did she decide she had to see this with her own eyes.

She couldn't’ hold back the biting laugh when she saw her lanky brother being dragged out of the building. Her legs started to follow despite her head wanting to do anything but.

“‘Dina! See! I know her!” he hollered and pointed to her over the shoulder of one of their uncles. Medina was pretty sure they didn’t recognize him. “Medina!”

He was in jeans and a tee shirt and looked like he had just been dipped in a pool he was sweating so much. Completely manic.

Medina stood, shell-shocked that this was even happening, her blood running cold. Without thinking she bunched up her pink gown in one hand, happy she lost the shoes hours ago, and stormed over to her twin. In her other hand she grabbed his forearm. Hard.

“Ow, stop that.” He pawed at her weakly as she dragged them outside near the valet parking.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screamed, vicious. He just laughed in response, his head thrown back exposing his prominent veins in his neck.

“You’re the one that begged me to come.” He opened his arms and gestured to himself. “Well. Here I am,” and he kept laughing.

“You’ve lost it, you know that?” She moved closer to him and pushed his shoulders back, making him stumble a little. “You’ve gone completely batshit and you won’t even remember it tomorrow.” She pushed him again.

“No, no, no. I’m not the one that’s lost it, Medina. That’s you!” He pointed a long finger at her. “Going to dad’s wedding? His wedding.” He rolled his eyes so hard that he almost made himself fall backward. “Bullshit. It’s all fucking bullshit. All of this.”

“Jim. Go home. Don’t make this more embarrassing,” she demanded.

“For who? For dad? For you? Are you embarrassed by me?” He still was too loud. The valet parking workers had started to look on from the periphery. “‘Cause I’m embarrassed by you a lot but I don’t tell you that, now do I?”

She didn’t know what to say and held her breath. Maybe if she held it long enough she’d wake up and this would all be a nightmare.

She’d wake up in her childhood bed back home in Michigan and Jim would be next to her, crawling in because sometimes he was afraid of the dark. They’d be six again. A Sunday. Dad would be making pancakes. Mom would be slicing fruit. The news would be on but Jim would change it to Looney Tunes.

“You’re embarrassed,” he scoffed. “You embarrass yourself going around staring at people, being weird. I’ve had to talk you up to so many people trying to get you friends but you always scare them off. Sometimes I wish you were normal, God.” He looked at her, disgusted.

“Normal? Because this is so normal,” she gestured to him, his strung-out appearance, his too loud voice. Somehow he was still beautiful to her. “It’s not normal to stay cooped up watching your mother as a twenty-two year old man. It’s not normal to be so obsessed with her!” She was screaming now, too. Let them listen.

“Me? Obsessed with her? Oh, you’ve got it so backwards you don’t even know. It’s sad that you still have to convince ‘Daddy’ that you’re the favorite,” he mocked her. She had called their Dad ‘Daddy’ until Jim said it wasn’t cool to do that anymore. She listened to him. She always did.

“Jim, I’m fucking sick of this.”

His face took a turn. Going from pure rage into something marked of sadness. She saw tears start to well in his ocean blue eyes. “Why can’t it be different?” He couldn’t keep up with the conversation. It felt like his mind was being pulled in so many directions it was going to snap. Maybe it would and this would finally be over. Everything would be over.

“What?” she bit out, obviously still furious despite her confusion on his topic change.

“Do you remember when we went to Lake Michigan?” The questions made perfect sense in his head so he repeated it when she clearly didn’t understand. “We hid in those dunes, remember? We had to share the bed in the hotel and you twisted your ankle running on the beach?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Of course, she remembered. He knew she did.

“I only need you. That’s it. It’s you and me, whether you like it or not.” He smiled his thousand-watt smile but she could still see the hostility in his eyes, hiding behind blown pupils. “I made you laugh so hard-we laughed so hard.” His tears spilled over and fell onto his too prominent cheekbones.

“It’s never going to be like that again, Jim. It’s over. Move on.” She knew she was still yelling even though he had stopped awhile ago. They still stood facing each other, a few feet apart.

“I want it back. It’s me and you,” he repeated and he could start to feel the blackness creep into his vision. He kept nodding even though he willed himself to stop.

Medina continued as if he didn’t speak. “That’s your problem.” She had a revelation. “You don’t move on. That’s why you’re so much like mom.”

He stepped forward, fast and angry, and she shrunk back, genuinely scared of him like this. She honestly wasn’t sure if he would hurt her.

Something told her that he would.

Despite her better judgment, she continued. “You know? You’re becoming crazy like her, too. Relying on everyone except yourself.”

His eyes softened and he took a step back. He started biting at his cuticles until one bled. His head started to shake slowly, his eyes no longer seeing anything that made sense.

“Everyone is tired of your bullshit, Jim. Nobody cares anymore. We’re exhausted. This is exhausting.” She knew what she would say next would break him but to be honest, she stopped caring. “Ask Y/N.”

Jim’s eyes widened and he cocked his head. He ran his hand through sweaty hair and he kept blinking his red puffy eyes. It made Medina furious that she still loved him. Even like this.

She dropped her voice to just above a whisper. There was no reason for anyone else to hear it except him. “She’s done with you. Ask her. Everyone’s done with your bullshit. Even Y/N,” she sneered, knowing that she hit him where it would hurt long and hard.

He slid to his knees, unable to keep his vision upright. She didn’t go to catch him.

“I’m not your handler. I don’t want to take care of you anymore. I’m done.” Medina turned on her bare heel and started back into the party.

Time was different for Jim, but he knew he managed to get out, “I need you, Medina,” before he collapsed completely, his face scraping against the concrete. He tasted blood in his mouth, the copper tang grounding him to reality. The only thing keeping him there.

“I don’t need you, Jim. Not anymore,” was the last thing he heard before succumbing completely to the cocktail of pills and powders he had taken.

In his life, he had never felt more alone.

Jim in pain squad: @ccodyfern @langdonsrapture @langdonsdemon @coloursunlimited @thecinderellaposts @michael-langdon-appreciation @langdonalien @tarkofetis @stupidocupido @katiekitty261 @ovarydosed @lovelykhaleesiii @starwlkers @aveiangdon @heelsamizayn @americanhorrorstudies @sojournmichael @oneday-i-will-fight-luke17 @tickled-pinkmoodpoisoning @codysfallenangels 

Special thanks to @thecinderellaposts @michael-langdon-appreciation @starwlkers @ccodyfern @babypinkstyles94 for letting me tease you all with more Jim content and then take forever to write it. ily <3 

[chaotic-cuttlefish]

Hi! I finished reading your fic on AO3 and saw in the comments of the last chapter that you have a Tumblr, so I decided to say this here cause I'm kind of shy lmao. I loved, loved your fic so much. Probably one of the best Sherlock fics I've read. The plot, characters, smut, pacing, everything was so good. I especially loved the personalities of the characters! Seb and Jim were so nicely written, and I loved how you portrayed the reader. She was so similar to Jim and their bond was so interesting and just ah, it was so fun to read. I was actually rooting for the two of them, but the ending caught me off guard and the way she just went on her own and gave in to the more darker side of herself was such a twist. I fucking loved it. I read that you may also write a sequel to it? Just know that if you do, I would love to read it and see how the story goes on. Sorry that I kind of rambled on, but thank you for sharing this fantastic story! It was such a thrill to read! ❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much!!! You have no idea how much i love getting feedback like this 🥰🥰🥰 Originally i wasn't sure how to end it, because the reader was originally going to stay with Seb, but i couldn't figure out a good way to end it like that, so the ending that i went with, was kind of done on a whim, but i'm happy with how it turned out, and i'm glad you liked it! ❤

(If anyone is interested, they can check out the fic here:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11445906/chapters/25652859

It's a Jim Moriarty x Reader fic that i'd been working on for several years, and i just finished it a few weeks ago!)

[jimsbeetroot]

Can you write a one shot for Corey? The reader is in the studio with Slipknot. Corey takes screams and reader, his girlfriend, loves them. Reader gives him loving looks. The others make fun of it and tease reader. Corey comforts them (hug,...).

February, 2001.

I was unsure as to if you were requesting a smut. I made it none smutty, but comment and I’ll change that real quick! This is not my best writing at all, I’m trying to get back into my groove, though!

The dimly lit studio was alive with the sound of metal, an almost tangible energy crackling in the air. Slipknot was deep into the recording of their latest album, *Iowa*, and Corey was in his element. His voice ranged from guttural screams to melodic growls, filling the room with an intense rawness that only he could deliver. You were in awe. You always were, but at that moment, watching him so in touch with that realness. You almost wanted to shed a tear.

You sat on a worn-out leather couch at the back of the studio, watching him pour his soul into every note. You marveled at the transformation of the man you loved into the suffering, terrifying frontman of Slipknot.

For you, it was a revelation each time you witnessed Corey perform. The power of his voice resonated within you, sending chills down your spine and igniting a fire in your core. You adored him in these moments, wrapped in a mix of awe and desire. It wasn’t just about his voice or the music; it was the passion he exuded, the way he owned every inch of his space, commanding the attention of everyone around him.

The band was in the middle of recording "The Heretic Anthem," a track that pushed the limits of intensity and speed. Your heart raced in time with the furious drumbeats, your pulse mirroring the ferocity of the music. You were utterly captivated, caught in a trance of admiration and something more primal.

You shifted slightly on the couch, unable to tear your eyes away from Corey. His presence was magnetic, drawing you in with every scream and every breath he took between verses. The rest of the band played on, each member a vital part of the chaotic symphony, but for you, Corey was the focus.

As Corey launched into the chorus, your heart swelled with pride. You knew how much this album meant to him, how much of himself he poured into every lyric and every note. *Iowa* was a darker, more intense journey than their debut, a reflection of the struggles and triumphs the band had faced. And at the center of it all was Corey, baring his soul for the world to hear.

But the bandmates, keen observers and expert teasers, couldn’t let the moment pass unnoticed. Between takes, Joey Jordison grinned mischievously and pointed at you. "Looks like someone's got it bad for our scream king over here," he joked, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm. The others joined in, their laughter infectious and loud, echoing off the studio walls.

Mick Thomson leaned over his guitar, a sly smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, you should see her face when Corey hits those high notes. Bet the studio isn’t the only place she hears it."

The rest of the band chuckled, their teasing lighthearted but relentless. Paul Gray added, "I think we have a new number-one fan in the room."

Your face flushed a deep crimson, your initial amusement quickly giving way to embarrassment. You tried to laugh it off, but their good-natured ribbing hit a sensitive spot. You didn’t want to be seen as just another fan, caught up in the allure of a rock star. She was there for Corey—the man behind the mask and the music. She was his girl, had been for over two years, and you sure as hell wasn’t planning on leaving either.

Sensing your discomfort, Corey stepped away from the mic and crossed the room with his usual attitude, the teasing giving way to a more sincere energy. He slid onto the couch beside you, draping an arm around your shoulders. The warmth of his presence was immediate and reassuring.

"Hey," he cooed, leaning in close so only you could hear him over the noise of the studio. "Don’t let them get to you. They’re just messing around."

You sighed and looked into his eyes, finding the comfort she needed. “I know,” you replied, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just...sometimes I feel like they see me as a groupie.”

Corey shook his head, his gaze steady and sincere. “They don’t, trust me. They love you, they’re just- they’re bored and tired and fucking immature.” He gently squeezed your thigh and leant in to kiss your cheek.

Reassured by his words, you felt the tension melt away, replaced by a renewed confidence in her place beside him. You loved Corey, not just as the charismatic lead singer of Slipknot, but as the man who held her close and knew her heart.

The session resumed, Corey back at the mic, his voice a weapon of raw emotion and strength. You watched him again, your heart swelling with pride and affection. The teasing had faded into the background, and all that remained was the music and the man she loved. You were no longer embarrassed, only exhilarated by the unbreakable bond you shared amid the chaos and creativity of the studio.