#should have ANYONE by thr throat

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It’s kinda funny, during 2021 I was really into NBA rpf and one author (yekoc) was writing some brilliant fics so I kept following the trajectory of their work, and after a little while they slowly started dedicating more fics to F1 rpf. And I remember at the time I was like “damn we lost a good soldier” because I didn’t know shit about F1 and I was like who tf is Daniel Ricciardo… sounds like an uggo (I was mad I wasn’t getting fed bottom!Jayson Tatum). Fast forward to 2023, I get a tiktok of Charles hunting thiefs down with a Ferrari and I’m like hold up what’s all this then. I don’t remember when Daniel first appeared after that but once I saw him I was hooked. I actually haven’t even watched DTS, so I was just rawdogging my way into the F1 fandom. Beyond obviously being attractive and funny and joyful, he just seemed so endearing narratively. Does that make sense? Like just a kid from Perth that leaves everything behind, and the first time he meets Helmut Marko his shoes are squelching cuz he stepped in a pond. He was so very underdog coded and I’m a sucker for highs and lows and grief and redemption. He’s never flat with his actions, one thing he’ll do is make me feel and feel deeply. I never really got to witness him on podiums so I really am looking forward to it - I guess hope grounded in trust and belief is sustaining me.

Omg your moot was a gateway drug to a new blorbo??? it be the people you know 😔

No but seriously thx for sending this + I kept giggling bc you're very funny and I hope your faith is rewarded with results from Daniel and bottom!Jayson Tatum amen.

[mountainsandmayhem]

BDSMaid - Chapter 9

Series Summary: In order to save money for law school, you accept a job working as a maid for high end clients. You aren’t supposed to know whose home you’re cleaning, but your curiosity is peaked by your first client, and when the two of you have a shocking and surprising run in more than just your curiosity peaks.  Word Count: 5k CW: see small red lettering below the cut AN: I'm going to miss them!! I'm absolutely heartbroken that I'm done, but so fucking proud of myself for what I've created. Thank you to @lotusbxtch for being my beta from pretty much the very beginning. I am so grateful to you and so honoured (yes, with a u because I'm Canadian lol) to call you my friend. Also little shoutouts to @for-a-longlongtime, @alltheirdamn, @mermaidgirl30 and @littlevenicebitch69 for listening to me go on about them for 80% of 2024. As always, graphics and dividers by @saradika-graphics

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TW: unprotected p in v, one spank, multiple orgasms and Overstim hinted at, pining, heartbreak

Eight Months Later

Joel

“I got yelled at by a feisty brunette last night at that gala,” Tommy says as the two of them sip whiskey at the bar of the club. 

“Probably deserved it.” Joel deadpans and closes the folder of invoices he’s looking over.

He should be doing this in his fancy, and newly renovated, office across the street. He was in the large office for all of three minutes the day after you left when he could only see the ghost of you. From the chair you sat in when you first asked him to teach you how to be a sub, to the door he pinned you against and confessed how out of his mind he was over you, everything was you, and it had to go if he had any chance of following what you needed from him. Joel hasn’t even been in his room at the club out of the fear of what it would do to him. Would I still be able to smell the lavender of her shampoo in there? Still be able to hear her beautiful cries of pleasure and pain bouncing off the walls?

“She thought I was you,” Tommy says, glancing over at his brother and interrupting Joel’s impending spiral.

Joel sighs, slipping his reading glasses from his face before taking a long pull of the amber liquor from his crystal glass. Tommy looks straight ahead as he continues.

“She’s doing great, by the way. Or at least that’s what her friend said when she was scolding me.”

 Joel winces at his words, “Of course she is, Tommy.” Even though it's been almost a year since you left, just the mention of you rips his barely-mended heart back in half. It doesn’t seem to matter how much time passes, he still feels like he did in his kitchen. 

The very fibers of his being ache just as hard for you now as they did then. He longs to see you and touch you, to feel your warm, soft skin under his hands again. Anyone before you was always, ‘Yes, Mister Miller,’ even when they weren’t in a scene; but not you. You weren’t afraid to be curious and unapologetically yourself. He hasn’t laughed as hard with anyone, including Tiffany, as he did with you. But the part that he misses the most is the way you look at him the first time you see him. Your eyes soften, velvety pink lips parting slightly before they curl into a smile that makes his heart hammer behind his ribs. Then, he watches your shoulders relax and it makes him feel like he hung the moon and stars for you, and if he could have, he would have.  

He clears his throat and then rasps, “She’s too smart to not be doing well.”

Tommy stands, bringing his hands to rub at Joel's shoulders. He squeezes his tense deltoid muscles and with a hint of mischief in his voice he says, “Lots of pretty girls here tonight if you feel like moving on.”

Joel shakes his head and pulls away from Tommy’s grasp with a grunt. “Never gonna happen. Get outta here before you get yelled at two nights in a row.”

“Just too bad for me that you aren’t a hot brunette,” Tommy says with a laugh.

“I have brown hair,” Joel replies defensively, running his fingers through the grown out curls. 

“Not to kick you when you’re down, but it’s mostly grey at this point.”

Joel holds up a single finger at Tommy over his shoulder as he laughs and walks away. 

Two and a half years later

You

You’ve been up to your eyeballs in studying as you prepare for your finals. These last few years in California have been the hardest yet most fulfilling time of your life. Two nights in a row now, you’ve fallen asleep in the library, only waking when your Spotify would switch from the white noise playlist you use to help you focus, to your “getting ready” playlist. After dragging yourself to your dorm room in the dead of the night, you’d get a few restless hours of sleep before heading right back to your favourite studying spot. You can’t believe that in just a few short weeks you’ll be graduating and stepping into the life you’ve always envisioned for yourself.

The unmistakable FaceTime jingle fills your AirPods. Jamie’s name is splayed across the screen of your phone, along with a photo of the two of you at Albany Beach when she visited this past Christmas break. You put your highlighter down and slide the answer toggle over. 

“Hey!” She says, her warm smile shining up at you. You squint, trying to place where she is. You don’t often let yourself think of Joel, but the cracks across your screen make FaceTiming difficult, and the selfish side of you always wishes you had grabbed that new phone before you left. Your head cocks to the side; broken screen or not, you don’t recognize the background.

“Where are you?” You ask.

“Oh, I’m good, thanks. How are you?” She jests with a mocking eye roll.  “I’m at a cabin.”

“What cabin?” You say, glaring at her jokingly. A deep laugh comes from the otherside of the phone and your eyes widen. “Who’s that?”

The man's voice comes from offscreen, “I can’t believe you thought she wouldn’t ask where you were. She’s going to be a lawyer, for god's sake.”

“Jamie, who is that? What is going on here? Blink twice if you need rescuing!” You joke. 

Jamie blushes, looking over the phone at whoever that voice is coming from. “I just wanted to call to see how the studying is going, and to let you know that I got the graduation tickets.”

A glass of white wine appears in front of Jamie and she smiles before puckering her lips in a kissing motion towards the man in the room with her. “Ok, seriously, who the fuck is that and where are you?”

“I was also calling to let you know that Laren can’t make it anymore and Odette is in New York,” she takes a small sip of her wine.

“Oh, well that’s ok,” you say, trying to squash the disappointment and hoping it doesn’t show in your voice or face. You wished that at least two of your three best friends would be there for you. “It can just be me and you, baby!” 

“Well…I’m wondering if I could maybe bring my boyfriend? Might be a good opportunity for you two to meet.”

“What? What boyfriend?” You say, officially abandoning all study materials until you get some answers. Jamie raises a perfectly manicured finger and calls the mystery man over. 

You swallow hard as Tommy Miller appears beside her. 

Jamie glances up at him, her bright green eyes full of admiration, his mirroring hers. The starry look in their eyes tells you everything you need to know; they’re so far gone for that even a search and rescue team wouldn’t be able to save them. She looks back at you. “Meet again, I guess.”

You try to push for answers, but either of them give in, claiming you need to focus on finals. Before you hang up, Jamie promises to tell you the entire story when you see each other next. You’re happy for your friend, especially seeing the way Tommy looked back at her. Even through your cracked screen you could see the love, but as you try to go back to studying you have a hollow feeling in your stomach.

Graduation Day

You

The late afternoon sun fills your dorm room, boxes of your belongings stacked haphazardly around you. After walking the stage tonight, you are going out to dinner with Jamie and Tommy, and then he has paid for a hotel suite so the two of you can have a girls’ night. You can’t wait to hear how Tommy went from, in Jamie’s previous words, “my dad’s new asshole friend” to her boyfriend. 

You step in front of your floor length mirror, zipping up the black graduation gown over your knee length, form fitting, deep emerald velvet dress. The California sun has been good to you, your tanned legs and sunkissed nose and cheeks are glowing. You place your blue and yellow Berkeley Law stole over your head and then grab your cap, ensuring the ‘Class of ‘28’ tassel is secure. You fluff your curls one last time as a light knock comes from your door. 

“Ready to graduate, gorgeous?” Ronan smiles at you, eyes trailing down your gown. He’s the type of handsome that’s almost painful to look at, but more importantly - you wouldn’t have made it through these last three years without him. You met the first day - the lock on your door wasn’t working, and he waltzed in on you half naked when he mistook your room as his. 

You smile at him in your doorway now; remembering the way you screamed at him that first time, trying to cover your chest, and him scrambling to close the door. His eyes were clamped shut, and he slammed his finger so hard that you had to take him for stitches. Now, several years later, he fills out his graduation gown perfectly with those wide rugby shoulders, a sight you couldn’t even have imagined back then. Whichever angel made him didn’t make a single mistake - he’s tall and insanely broad, with dark sandy blonde hair, and clover green eyes that in the right light are a golden hazel. He’s easily one of the smartest men you’ve ever met and an incredible athlete. The cherry on top, because of course there’s more: he’s an international student and has a panty-melting Irish accent. 

“Beyond ready. Let's become lawyers, babe.”

He steps aside, one arm out in a ‘ladies first’ gesture. Handsome, charming, and thoughtful - a dangerous trifecta. You slide your hand in the crook of his muscle-lined arm and walk across campus together.

Ronan jerks his head towards the coffee cart. “Remember when you spilled your entire coffee on your new puffer jacket?”

You glare up at him, you saved for weeks to buy that jacket. “No, but I remember you throwing up in that trash can after the Halloween party last year.” 

“Well, if Beach Party Barbie had helped Lifeguard Ken with all those shots we wouldn’t have had that problem, would we?” You laugh as Ronan puffs out his chest, but you both know he was more than willing to take your half of the ‘Best Couples Costume' shots. 

Finally, you reach the courtyard where the law students will be walking across a stage that acts as the symbolic bridge to the rest of their lives. I’m a lawyer, you think to yourself and try to force a smile. The magnitude of the day only really starts to sink into your bones as you see the friends and families of your classmates start to take their seats. The excited feeling you had earlier starts to morph. You’re proud of yourself for what you’ve done these last three years, and this was just the first step. You have so much to look forward to, so why do you feel a sense of dread building in the pit of your stomach? 

Ronan walks you to where you need to line up alphabetically, kissing your cheek and then, after leaning in and placing his large hand on your lower back, he whispers a joke about how you better not trip. You glance around the thick crowd for Jamie and Tommy. After realizing it’s hopeless to try and spot them in a group this large, you slip your cap over your hair and get in the procession line. 

You try to soak in every minute of the day, from the speeches to the birds chirping in the background, but something akin to loss flutters at the base of your spine. You’re just as sad to be leaving Berkely as you are excited to carve out your future. Leaving here isn’t what’s causing you to feel this way, however. You try to tell yourself that maybe it’s just nerves; even with all the job offers coming in from your internships, it’s normal to be nervous about what comes next. 

As the student union president gives his toast to the family and friends, you look down at your lap, pushing back the cuticle on your left thumb. Maybe it’s leaving Ronan. He’s been an anchor for you, grounding you almost every day of the last three years and you don’t know how you let yourself become this dependent on anyone, especially a man, again.  

You shake your head at yourself and try to move your focus to the cuticle on your other thumb. Seeing the skin clean from the nail bed eases the tension slightly for you. ‘I’m allowed to be nervous when leaning on people, but not everyone will leave me,’ you recite almost automatically in your mind, the mantra you’ve had these past few years whenever you feel yourself getting this anxious. Just as you finish the thought, a car revs in the distance and the realization of what - or who - you’re actually missing slams through you so hard that you almost feel winded. Your lungs ache, tears pushing behind your eyes as his name rings loudly through your mind.  

Joel.

You kept yourself busy since the minute you left Austin. The busier you were, the less time you had to focus on the void in your heart. During the school year, you didn’t have to find things to stay busy with; law school nearly chewed you up and spit you out. Over the summers, you worked as an intern and visited your friends. There was never a quiet moment, never too much time alone with your thoughts, and it was better this way. You can confidently say that you’d only thought of Joel six times since you walked out of his house that day: when you fell asleep on the beach and were so sunburnt you could barely move for three days; when you failed your first test; when your rusted SUV, that acted as your ticket to freedom at eighteen, died on the freeway in rush hour (from that point on you had to rely on public transportation to get you to the homes you cleaned). When you experienced your first earthquake; when you stayed up for forty-two hours straight after your partner in a group project didn’t have their side of the work done; and, lastly, this past New Year’s Eve when you were in Austin and thought you saw him at a party. 

“Is he here?”, that little box of feelings that you shut away in a vault long ago wonders. “Has anything changed for him in the last three years?” 

The small smile that pulls at your cheeks, and the excited flutter of your heart when you think about the possibility of seeing him again, proves that maybe nothing has changed for you. As the minutes tick by, your mind races with all the possible scenarios for after the ceremony. What if he is here? What will you say? What will he say? How will Ronan react, you know he has strong feelings about what happened between you and Joel. Even worse though, what if he’s not here? But maybe he’s at the hotel where Tommy and Jamie are staying?  

Before you know it, your row is standing and walking single file towards the stage. With each strike of your high-heeled strappy sandals against the concrete, a memory of Joel floods your system. The toast he made you in his kitchen, the kiss in that dimly lit hallway on your birthday, the way he walked you through his club and how calmly he talked about you being in charge before going into the voyeur room. The multitude of orgasms he gave you within the four walls of his private room. Him singing on the small stage of the dive bar you found, followed by him spanking you right there in the bathroom with his hand clamped to your face to keep you quiet. His strong hand grasping your thigh as he drove you to his house. The way he tasted on your tongue. The smell of his skin: all ash and leather, occasionally mixed with whiskey or mint. The feel of his body: hard, broad and hot. His shuddered breaths as he confessed so many things in so few words. 

‘It’s only you, sweet girl.’

‘Just call me Joel.’

‘I know, and I’m so proud of you, sweet girl.’

You carefully walk up the stairs, forcing the thoughts of Joel from your mind, just in time to hear your name announced as a graduate of Berkeley Law. You float across the stage, grabbing the piece of paper that acts as your degree until the real one comes, shaking the hand of the Dean who flips your tassel before you walk to the stairs on the other side; the stairs that symbolize the ending of your time here and the beginning of the rest of your life. 

As you reach the top of the steps, you look out into the audience and see Jamie. She pumps her fist in the air and before you can process the empty seat beside her, you feel it; a strong tug from behind your navel. It takes you less than a heartbeat to find him and the sight before you floods your body with a familiar warmth. Standing under a large tree at the edge of the audience, dressed in all black, and holding his Stetson hat to his heart, is Joel. For the first time in years you feel whole again.

 You keep your gaze on him, worried that if you so much as blink that he’ll be gone. You are supposed to follow your classmates, but you veer left, walking towards Joel. The closer you get, the more at ease you feel. He’s real, you think, he’s here. You stop a foot or so in front of him. 

“Hi, Freckles,” he whispers, his voice cracking slightly. His eyes dance around your face, almost as if he’s trying to memorize this moment. You can’t help but wonder if he’s feeling exactly how you are.   

“Hi, Sweet Cheeks,” you say, the same tremble in your voice, as you try desperately to hold it together. “You’re here.”

He nods and you give him a tight-lipped smile as your mind races. There’s so much you want to say, but now that he’s standing right there in front of you after three years, you don’t know where to start. 

Joel breaks the silence, jutting his chin in the direction of the other graduates as he says, “I saw you come in with your boyfriend. When I saw you kiss, I was going to leave, but I made you a promise.”

You knit your eyebrows together and take a step closer. “Boyfriend?”

“The man you walked over here with,” Joel says, his black Stetson sliding down the chest you so desperately want to touch as he drops his hands to his sides. He’s left no barriers between the two of you except the heartbreak that’s evident on his face. 

You laugh quietly, “No, he’s - that’s Ronan.”

Joel nods. “Okay.”

“He’s my friend,” you clarify, and when Joel’s face stays the same, you add, “And he’s still as gay as the day we first met!”

Joel lets out a whoosh of a breath and closes the distance between the two of you, his free hand comes to one of your curls, twirling the end of it around his thick fingers. Soft and silky meets rough and calloused. “I’m so proud of you, Freckles.”

You don’t miss how he watches your tongue dart between your lips, “Thank you.”

“So? How does it feel?” He gives you a soft crooked smile, his dimple carving into the short facial hair of his salt and pepper beard. Between that smile, and the way his brown eyes wash over you, you’re overcome with affection. He let you go. He did exactly as you asked him. He didn’t chase you or try to convince you to stay. You told him if he really loved you, then he’d do exactly this; and in turn, he did what he said he would. 

He showed up. 

“I love you,” you state and the air between you turns electric, almost like this moment could either set you both aflame or act as a generator for your future together. Joel gives you that look, the one that makes you feel like you’re the center of his universe. He lets the curled end of your hair slip from his fingers, reaching up towards your graduation cap but hesitating.

“May I?” He rasps and swallows hard.

You nod, and knowing exactly what he’s going for, you take the Stetson from his other hand and place it on your head after he removes your cap. The brim of it blocks out everything but the two of you.

“Say that again, sweet girl,” he murmurs.

“I love you,” it’s barely a whisper this time. “Even after three years apart, you are everything to me. I asked you to let me go so I could accomplish this, and you did. You’ve always done what I asked, what I needed. I’m not sorry for what happened between us, but I am sorry that I missed out on getting to spend the last three years with you looking at me how you are now. I love you, Joel Miller.”

He brings his lips within a breath of yours, and your body practically vibrates with the knowledge that if you leaned just a bit forward, you’d finally have his mouth on you again. You can almost taste the mint on his tongue as the familiar fragrance of ash and leather surround you. “I have dreamed of hearing those three words leave your beautiful lips more times than I can count, baby. You’re it for me. I’ll do anything for you, even if it means breaking my own heart, but I’m always going to be here for you, rooting for you and encouraging you. I’m glad you’re not sorry, because I’m not, I’m so fucking proud of you. I love you, too, my sweet girl.”

Finally, he presses his warm, firm lips against yours while pulling you tight to his body. You wrap an arm around his neck, holding the black cowboy hat against your head with your other hand. It doesn’t matter that the ceremony isn’t done, or that there are hundreds of people to your right. For the first time in three years, everything goes quiet. He hums contentedly and you feel yourself melt against him, tilting your head so he can deepen the kiss. He parts his lips, letting you take the first swipe of your tongue against his. Need floods your system, and based on the way he grinds into you, he’s feeling the same. 

He breaks the kiss, but doesn’t go far, resting his forehead against yours. “Take me home,” you practically purr.

“Where do you want home to be? I’ll go anywhere,” Joel rasps, running his nose down the bridge of yours. 

“Austin,” you respond, your breath catching as his lips ghost along the side of your mouth.

“I sold my portion of the club to Tommy and Tess. I don’t have anything holding me in Austin anymore, sweet girl. If you have a job offer you really want, that’s where we’ll go.” You pull back to look at him. You can tell by the set of his jaw that he’s serious. 

“I want to go to Austin. I have a job offer there.”

“Good thing I told Tommy not to touch my room at the club then.”

“That’s a very good thing,” you moan and then pull him in to kiss again. The audience behind you erupts into cheers, celebrating the accomplishments of every student in that crowd. 

You’re a lawyer, and suddenly, the future doesn’t seem so scary.

Joel

Taking you home to Austin that night unfortunately wasn’t an option. After finding Jamie in the crowd, and being formally introduced to Ronan, he called the car to pick up the three of you. You all met Tommy at the restaurant, celebrating with all the expensive homemade pasta and overpriced wine that you wanted; even though seeing you in that curve-hugging velvet dress was slowly killing him. Joel had kept at least one hand on you since seeing you again, and he doesn’t plan on changing that anytime soon. 

He didn’t want to rush you on your big night, so he waited patiently, listening to you tell stories of your last three years, and revelling in the evident joy that you and Jamie share over being together again. When dessert comes around he catches Tommy’s attention and gives him a small smile. It’s fitting that the two brothers, who have been so close their entire lives, would fall in love with best friends. 

Once in his room, he spent two hours stripping you down at an almost painfully slow pace. He kissed every inch of your skin twice over and has pulled five orgasms, and counting, out of you so far. 

Now, Joel is seated in the wide velvet arm chair in the corner of his hotel suite. His cock is buried deep inside of your tight cunt as you straddle him. Your skin feels like butter under his hands as he trails them along your back and the globes of your perfect ass. He’s missed tying you up, but this is what he longed for: the earth shattering intimacy he feels with you in these moments.   

“Please,” you mumble into his neck, desperate to move your hips.

“Not until you answer me,” he demands softly. “How many times was it that you needed me, but were too stubborn to reach out?”

Earlier tonight you told him about the six times you really needed him. He’d kissed you softly after each confession, returning the trust with a time he needed you. After the last one, he’d pulled back to look at you with dark eyes. He’d hated that you needed him and he couldn’t be there. He’d clenched his back molars twice before he said you’d be denied six orgasms the next time you were at the club, but tonight you have permission to come as often as you need to. 

He swats your already reddened ass cheek and your pussy flutters as you cry out. “Mister Miller, stop. Please, just let me move.”

“Do you need to use your safeword?”

“No,” you respond with a pout. 

“How many times?” He says again through gritted teeth, even though already knows the answer. 

“Six,” you sob. 

He tuts and then growls, “That doesn’t sound like my good girl, does it?”

You shake your head against his throat and moan a sound of disagreement.

“Do you want to come for me again?”

“Yes, Mister Miller. Please!”

He trails his fingers up and down your back again, the thin sheen of sweat on your skin makes it easy for him to caress you. He smiles to himself at the shiver that racks through your body at his touch. You react so beautifully to him. “Yeah? You wanna grind your swollen little clit on my piercing, baby girl?”

“Please,” you whine again, stretching out all the vowels in the word.

“Show me. Ride my cock, take what you need.” 

You lift your head from the crook in his neck and pull back slightly, rocking your hips back and forth; a sultry laugh leaves his lips at your eagerness. You look at him with hooded eyes, hair stuck to your forehead. His eyes trail down your neck to the bruises he sucked into your collar bone earlier and then to your breasts; both of which are covered in his marks. He watches the little gold nipple clamps, and the chain that connects them, bounce with each flick of your hips. 

“That’s it, sweet girl. You look like a goddess, my goddess. Who do you belong to?”

“I’m yours, baby,” you say through shallow breaths. He pulls at the chain and you cry out in pain. “S-sorry, Mister Miller.”

“Again, sweet girl. Tell me who you belong to.”

“Oh fuck, y-you, Mist -” his hands come to your face and when he whispers your name the rest of your sentence dies on your tongue.

“Just call me Joel.” The commanding voice of his alter ego is gone as he says it. 

Your hips slow, changing from a frantic back and forth to a sensual swirling motion. “I’m yours, Joel. Forever.”

He kisses you softly, a silent telling of how vulnerable he is at this moment. “Don’t ask me to let you go ever again.”

The smile you give him causes his heart to skip, “I won’t.”

“You might, sweet girl. I won't survive it if you do, so I’m going to remind you of this moment as often as possible for the rest of my life. Remind you how much you’re loved and supported. You’re mine, Freckles.” Your hips swirl and he feels you tighten up around him. “Come for me, my sweet girl.” 

“Fuck, fuck, Joel!” It’s a cry and moan all at once. 

“I’m here, it’s ok, baby.” With that, your body shudders and you fall into him as you shatter. Your pussy clenches and releases rapidly around his length. His cock twitches, and once he can’t hold it anymore he relaxes, letting his orgasm rock through him in time with yours.

“I’m yours, too,” he gasps as he melts into you.

The End

Coming Soon:

Curious how Jamie ended up with her "dads new asshole friend?"

Part 2 of the BDSMaid Trilogy coming mid 2025!

Also, stay tuned for the epilogue for Joel and Sweet Girl.

[vivicas-dollhouse]

Using you: a masky x reader smut fic

WARNING: THIS IS A NONCON FIC. AKA RAPE. Also theres a gun. DD-DNE

No reader gender specified!!

Warnings: guns, bondage, rape (duh), anal, blood, no reader orgasm

Enjoy~

You ran through the abandoned hospital, the cluncking of your shoes on concrete echoing through the halls. You kept glancing behind you, the cold air stinging your lungs as you stumbled to duck behind a vending machine. You clasped a hand over your mouth to muffle your panting as you listened for any footsteps. Your eyes darted from opening to opening, looking frantically for the masked killer as you huddled below the half wall and the vending machine.

You heard nothing. It was like he had never been there. You tilted your head back, the sound of your skull hitting the machine echoing way louder than you expected. In the cold night, all noises could give you away, so you recoiled against it and peered around the corner of the large metal box.

*click*

You froze at the guns metal barrel against your head from over the half wall, a nauseous feeling rising in your throat. You slowly turned to face him, the moon illuminating his masked face.

“Youre going to do exactly what i say if you want to live, got it?” He thundered, walking around the wall. You nodded, squeaking out a soft “yes” as you shook. He kept the gun on you as he reached for a rope wrapped around his belt. “On your stomach. Now.”

You obeyed, tears rising in your eyes as you realized what was happening.

“Please just let me go, i have a family, i-”

“Everyone does, your not special,” he dismissed, dropping to one knee and wrapping the rope around your throat. “Do yourself a favor and shut up before i actually get mad,”

You shook, quietly sobbing as he used the same rope from your neck to tie your hands together. He tied the knot tightly, just enough to allow you to breathe. He lifted your ass into the air, a loud sob escaping your throat involuntarily. He struck your ass as hard as he could, with it echoing through the abandoned rubble. He yanked on the rope so it constricted around your neck, your head lifting and thudding against the floor from the force of it.

You felt the wind on your underwear as he pulled down your pants. There was a small zipper noise, and the sound of spitting on his hand. “Youve made a pretty little mess for yourself, havent you?” He chuckled, nails digging into your thighs as he aligned himself.

“Why? Why me?” You sobbed, feeling the concrete rip your jeans as he pulled you closer to him.

“You think people find this place often? Id do the same to anyone else here sweetheart, your not special,” he said coldly, quickly inserting himself with a scream from you.

“Fuck- fuck- no no no no no-” you cried, face scraping on the floor with the force of his fucking.

“I think you should thank me,” he mocked.

“Go to hell,” you snapped. You felt the gun pressed to the side of your head.

“Your lucky im not killing you, right sweetheart? Thank me.” He commanded, groaning in pleasure at your fearful cries.

“Th- thank you, thank you, please dont kill me, please sir,” you cried, horrified by the moan he let out.

“Sir huh? You think that highly of me?” He grabbed onto your hips and thrusted as hard as he could into you. You screamed, the white hot pain your ass was in was all you could focus on. “I love you too baby,” he grabbed your hair and sharply pulled your head up. “Say you love me,”

This time, you stayed quiet, starting to get overwhelmed by the pain your body was in. He noticed and quickly fired the gun in the air. “Say. You love. Me.” He growled, grabbing your hair again as you shook.

“I love you! I love you! Oh my god this cant be happening, oh my god!” You screamed, violently shaking with the force of your sobs.

He pressed the red hot tip of the gun to your temple, burning your skin. He pulled up your torso and wrapped a gloved hand around your mouth to muffle your cries.

“Shut the fuck up, your giving- ah- giving me an earache,” he groaned, thrusts quickly becoming rougher and sloppier. “Say “im cumming sir,” say “im masters good little whore,” say it now,” he growled into your ear, his hand around your mouth moving to your throat.

“Im cumming, im masters good whore, please let me go,”

He slapped you across the jaw, roughly grabbing it right after. “Again with out the little pity party at the end,” he huffed into your shoulder, struggling to keep himself under control.

“Im cumming sir, im masters good whore,” you cried, feeling his body shudder as he released into you and pushed you into the ground. Your jaw hit first, making a sharp crunching noise as your teeth slammed against pavement. He quickly collected himself, standing up as you rolled onto your back to attempt to flee. You froze as he pointed the gun at you, still rezipping his pants.

“Hey, did i say you could leave?” He growled, pulling the trigger with a loud bang and searing pain in your knee, followed by another of the same in your other knee.

You screamed as he walked away, leaving you with your jeans and underwear around your ankles, screaming and cold.

It wouldve been more merciful to kill you.

[twst-drabbles]

Ace and Divus 1

Summary: While Ace wasn’t one to give rumors any mind, said rumors pertain to the Janitor and Professor Crewel being in a relationship and that changes everything. Of course he’d keep his eyes on them during class. If it’s true, then that’s just too juicy to ignore.

(Hehehe, enjoying this whole “people watching others behave in front of the Reader,” things.)

“—so retrace your steps and peel the skin from those fruits before just tossing them into the cauldron. Do you want to make noxious fume—hmm?” Ace nearly melted into the floor out of relief when Professor’s Crewel’s attention went right over to you, dozing away on your chair. Though, he couldn’t help the yelp escaping his throat when the crop snapped against the table. “Be a good boy and remember what I just said. If I smell so much as a hint of burning, you will fail.”

Ace had to keep the urge to kick out Professor Crewel’s knees inside when he turned around. Yeah yeah, he messed up and nearly knocked everyone out, but at least he disposed of it before it got too bad. Doesn’t he deserve credit for knowing how to do that? Apparently not, but as much as Ace wanted to bark all that out, he was more interested in Professor Crewel’s business.

Well, not just him, the part of the classroom that wasn’t made up of good little dogs all either slowed down or paused what they were doing as soon as the professor got within proximity of you. Ace can practically see all the perked up ears. Can’t really blame them. While a lot of things happen in this college, it’s usually of the magical variety. Nothing to do with personal relationships.

And this is Professor Crewel he’s talking about. Ace has been around campus long enough to know the sort of habits the professor had. Rarely did he ever get closer than crop whipping distance with anyone. Much like Vil, he kept a certain distance as though his very presence was a reward that should be seldom given, that one should be proud that they given you the time of day.

People like that naturally piss off Ace with only a smile. Makes him want to wipe it off by dumping paint all over their clothes. Yeah yeah, the things they’ve done to be the way that they are are impressive, but still!

So, of course Ace wants to see if the rumors about their relationship are true. Because then he can nag at you until you drop all the deets and little secrets you probably have. And then Ace can look forward to those A’s rolling right in.

“Is my class really boring you that much?” And already, Professor Crewel was way closer than he usually is with anyone. He wasn’t in front of you so much as he was to the side and leaning in, his smile promising mischief.

You didn’t react or retract back, as though this proximity was natural. You just nodded and propped your chin on the back of the chair. “I wouldn’t know. Wasn’t paying attention. Had to clean last minute last night, Crowley’s orders.”

The smile was wiped off and for a second Ace thought he was going to bring out the crop and snap it against his desk, but instead he actually set the thing down. He turned back and Professor Crewel cupped your face with his palms and tilted it towards him.

And you didn’t mind. You were practically too sleepy to do so.

“In that case, you should’ve messaged me. You already get little to no sleep as is.” Soft, Professor Crewel’s voice was soft as though he was genuinely concerned for you. “I would’ve understood. You’re practically falling off.”

“I’ll be fine, I just don’t want to leave it to the faeries. Don’t want to give the impression that I like using them,” you sighed out and opened your eyes, “Anyways, you can let go of me now, Divus.”

And he promptly retracted his hands, “My bad.” He said, even though the smile he has says the opposite.

You rubbed at your face, as though trying to get the sensation off, “Do I really look that bad? You keep touching my face.”

…wait a minute, so does this mean you and Professor Crewel aren’t in a relationship?

“Only sleeping for three hours at a time will make anyone look their worst.”

“That’s a yes then.”

What is going on? Are they shagging or not?

[storiesaplenty]

Bridgerton: Christmas 2024

This has not been proofread. Please enjoy though.

Warnings: none. Just fluff

WC: 904

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

"You are the most annoying man I have ever met Benedict Bridgerton." I said to him as I walked past him after I slammed the door closed behind me.

"That isn't very lady like, now is?" He leaned against the wall, smirking as he watched me take off my winter jacket.

"Because of you, we missed the final carriage to church, and now there is too much snow for us to walk in."

"Are you seriously that upset about us missing church? They do the same play every year." Benedict said, as he sat down in my favourite chair.

"Yes, because Penelope's son was playing the baby Jesus, and I told her I would be there. But because you insisted we talk just as we were to leave, the last carriage went off without us."

"How was I supposed to know that they wouldn't wait?" He asked me as I sat down across from him.

"What did you need anyways?" I asked him.

Benedict and I have never gotten along. Even as children, when I first met him after my cousins moved in across him and his family.

For some reason, he has always got on my nerves.

"And us being alone together, with no chaperone is going to deter any potential suitors." I didn't see the way how his jaw ticked at that.

"I won't tell anyone that we were left alone together. I will leave once I tell you why I came."

I looked outside as I heard the wind pick up and saw that there was even more snow.

"Even though you live across the way, I can not allow you to leave. It is much to dangerous. The snow was almost up to my waist. You can wait it out."

"Thank you. To answer your first question, I came here to put aside our differences for the holiday season."

"Did your mother put you up to this?" I knew how Violet was.

"That is besides the point. We are both adults, it is time we start acting like it." Benedict said, his voice sounding tense.

"Fine, I will agree to this truce. Maybe this will give me a chance to find myself a husband."

I grabbed a shawl and put it around my shoulders, as I am feeling a bit cold.

The wind was blowing furiously outside, and the fire was warm, but the cold seemed to be getting in.

"I have never stopped you from finding a husband." Benedict said, looking away.

"Really? I saw you at the Berring Ball. Any eligible man who signed my dance card, somehow ended up not being available. I was humiliated." I refused to cry in front of him as I stood up and walked to the window.

The room was silent as I watched the snow come down.

I could barely make out thr Bridgerton home across the way.

Maybe I should ask him to leave. See if he actually makes it home or hear about if he froze to death or not.

I heard his footsteps until he was beside me. Benedict was facing me as I continued to stare outside.

"You are right."

"Did the Benedict Bridgerton actually admit I was right?" My snapped at him as he huffed and cleared his throat.

"Before we kill one another, I must confess that I have always liked you."

"You must be joking?" I asked him as I turned to face him, and at that moment I realized how close he was standing to me.

"Why would I joke about this?" He seemed hurt, which tugged at my heart.

"From the day I met you, you have been nothing but rude to me. All I did was visit my cousins, and Penelope was so excited to introduce me to Eloise, but then you tripped me."

"That was by accident. " He defended.

"You could of helped me up, but you just stared at me."

"I didn't help you because I was enthralled by your beauty. That night, I drew you."

"Some way of showing you liked me Benedict. You picked on me each and every time I came here."

"I didn't know how to show you my feelings. I still don't, so I tell those men that you have been spoken for, because to me, you are."

"While you trope all over the ton, women and men falling over themselves. I am left alone, getting older each season until I will be considered no longer eligible." I am now poking his chest with my finger. The pokes getting harder and harder each time.

"Then marry me!" He exclaimed.

"Pardon me?" I looked him up and down.

"Marry me. I truly came over here, wanting to properly ask you to court."

"But Benedict, all we do is fight."

"We fight because we hide our true feelings for one another."

"I would like for us to properly court. No need for another fast wedding between our two families." I said.

"I agree. Now, may I please kiss you?"

I could only nod before he cupped my face and gently kissed my lips.

My first kiss with the man who has driven me insane since we were children.

The same man who I knew I loved, but always pushed my feelings aside, not wanting to be hurt by him.

As he and I kissed, the snow storm started to let up, only soft, fluffy snowflakes falling.

Lord Alfred Debling

[ap0wersstories]

Pregnant Home Invasion

Important Note*

The following story is 100% fiction with zero real world relevance, non-consensual sex/sexual assault or underage sex of any kind is wrong and should never be accepted. If you are considering or have committed such an offence I suggest you get serious psychiatric help.

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Vi was 7 months pregnant and very visibly showing. A slim South East woman at 32 she still had a good body for someone going through pregnancy. She managed well independently for the most part and was happy doing most things herself, but every so often she would struggle with something and quite often people passing by we’re happy to help and she was happy to accept it. In general she felt people were good and trusted easily. 

This day she was taking the shopping inside her home, she was wearing pregnant activewear style clothing which hugged against her shaped frame. She had quite a bit of stuff and was managing but struggling she even stumbled slightly but found herself caught but a man in his 30s, “you ok mam? I just caught you!”

“Oh thank you yes! I’m ok, amazing timing!”

The man pulled her upright and grabbed the heavier bags, let me help you take these in. “Thank you, I’d really appreciate that.”

She opened the door with her keys and he walked inside her house, “husband out?”

“Yes, he’s working late sadly. Just me and the bub!”

He walked deep into the house, seemingly looking for the kitchen, Vi was trusting but mindful of a random man being deep in her house, even if he was helping her out. Thankfully her 1yo was with her parents for the day so she didn’t have to worry about anyone but herself. 

“Thanks for that, I really appreciate it. You can leave it all there.”

“Nonsense! Where’s your kitchen? I’ll drop it right there so you don’t have to go any further. How far along are you?”

Vi was getting a little uncomfortable at the questions but still stayed polite, “I’m 31 weeks, or 7 months. Really keen for bub to come out though. Thanks again, really that’s fine now.”

“Oh no worries, oh do you know what can I use your bathroom really quickly?”

He was already looking around for it before Vi could say anything, “ah yeah I guess so. It’s just in here.” Vi was really starting to want this man to leave, his welcome was well overstayed. 

He went in the toilet and only a minute later he came out. Vi was relieved, “ok well, thanks so much…” she led her arm towards the front door. “Oh sure!” The man said, they walked to the open door, he went in front and then just as he got to the door her closed in and turned around holding a knife. Vi gasped but before she could scream he had his hand over her mouth and knife to her throat, “not a word you pregnant slut or I’ll slice you into pieces! Put you wrist’s together and don’t you dare scream when I take my hand away!” Shaking in fear she did as she was told, he used packing zip ties from his pocket to tightly bind them together, then he pushed he into her kitchen passed the groceries he’d helped her carry in. “P-please don’t hurt me or my child! Take whatever you want, just don’t hurt me!” He shoved her hard against the kitchen bench and grabbing a fistful of her activewear pants he pulled them down so they fell to her feet. He groped her ass then poked his index finger and middle finger into her well worn pussy, while he attempted to poke his ring and pinky finger into her asshole. “Ahhhhhh, no please stop!!!”

Her cries were such a turn on but he was mindful of people hearing her screams, he pulled his fingers out and roughly turned her around so she was facing him with her heavily pregnant belly. He then forced her down onto her knees, and started unzipping his pants, “do want me to cut you to ribbons?! Don’t fucking test me cunt! Now open your whore mouth and take my cock deep down your throat!!” He used one hand to wrap around her throat and the other on the back of her her, her hands bound by the zip ties she was totally helpless. Mindful of his threats and worried for her unborn child she decided compliance was her only way forward. He forced his cock in her mouth and thrusted hard into her, he wasn’t interested in wasting time with easing her into it, he was getting so turned on at the idea of throat fucking a pregnant woman. Eventually when he felt he had total compliance he used both hands to force his cock as deep as it would go, hitting the back of her mouth and down her throat. She started gagging and was worried he might pass out from asphyxiation but he managed to pull out just in time each time. As he pulled his cock out for a 4th time after a brutal throat fucking he had finally had enough of her face, he pulled her up onto her feet (no mean feet given her size and the trauma she’d experienced) and forced her onto lying on the kitchen table. 

Lying there sobbing her used his knife to quickly cut away her pants that were still around her ankles and stuffed her panties into her mouth muffling her sobs. He then pulled her activewear top up revealing her naked pregnant belly and rolling the knife over the bump he then cut away her top and bra nearing her practically naked. Vi continued to sob into her panty gag, every so often the man would hear a muffled “nnnnnnnn, pweeeesh, le-me-goooooo”. The man did was finally satisfied with her state and readied his hard cock against her pussy, “let’s see if bub feels this poke against it!” And with that he thrusted hard into her, like the mouth he wasn’t interested in being slow and kind, he was an animal wanting to get his rocks off. As he fucked her hard her tits bounced heavenly, which she tried her hardest to prevent with her bound wrists but could only do so much. What happened next for Vi shocked her though, at some point during his thrusts he must’ve hit a g-spot as suddenly her body stirred up with electricity as she felt him turned her on. Her pussy was getting wetter than she’s experienced for a long time as the hormones got her more and more turned on. Despite herself, she couldn’t help but moan hard into her panty gag. 

The man had noticed this change in behaviour and it turned him on even more, “yeah baby!! I bet you’re hubby has never fucked you like this!!! You always wanted it!!! You’re a slut and a breeding vessel, nothing more!!!!” He slapped her face and heavily groped her sensitive tits with her nipples getting visibly erect. Vi couldn’t help it, she knew it was true that this rapist was turning her on, she gasped and moaned as her orgasm built and arched her back with a “aaaaaahhhhhhhnnnnnn!!!!” And with that her body had its biggest orgasm she’s ever experienced and it wasn’t coming down while the man kept raping her pussy as his he felt his balls about to explode and with a final thrust he couldn’t help but yell, “ahhhhhhhh fucked yeah you pregnant Asian slut!!!! Your cunt belongsto me!!!!” Every thrust squirting more cum in her pregnant body, Vi quivered as her orgasm finally started coming down and she felt the shame of orgasming to someone other than her husband. She started sobbing again through shame and fear of whether this man would follow through on any of his threats, thankfully for her though the man was done (after taking a few pics of her for his own personal collection and memories). He uses the knife to cut her zip ties free and removed the panties from her mouth. 

Seeing her sobbing and the cum dribbling out of her pussy turned the man on but he also felt sorry for her. “I’m sorry, are you ok? Is your baby ok?” Vi was dumbfounded by him asking these questions but she was afraid of what he’s do if she answered honestly, so she told the half truth in the hop he would leave, “it hurts everywhere, but I think I still feel my baby kicking.” The man placed his hands on her belly and indeed felt a kick, he smiled strangely and looking at her said, “isn’t pregnancy incredible?” And with that bizarre comment he grabbed his clothes and left her lying on the table in shock. 

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

Raging Waters and Shaking Ground

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: future ABO, Viking Col, fae Dom, war talks, Big Bad™️ people! It's getting rough here! panic attacks, talks of death, talks of slaughter, talks of arranged marriage, talks of sexual ownership (slavery), dub con (Meg on Col), MF hate, losing hope, slow burn ☠️ rating: mature ☠️ ideas helped by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Dom had been thinking all their time together that someday he would end up exactly where he was but he certainly thought he'd enjoy it more. On their way back to the great hall they'd stopped into their private hut and Kol'son had brought something to him. A safety net of sorts. A comfort item for them both. He'd raised a rope between them, tickling Dom's nose and rolling his bottom lip between his teeth as if he were nervous and the siren whimpered. The Viking had been threatening this for weeks but they had both hoped it would happen for play between them, not because they were stressed and having to act as if the boy was only what his title suggested- something Kol owned.

He'd still nodded though, pulling his wild hair behind his shoulders and leaning his head back. Without meaning to he pressed his chest out and a soft growl escaped his lover that had his breath catching in his throat. The chieftain had tugged at his tunic, pulling the v of his collar further down. His lip popped free of his teeth slowly, the soft pink shiny with spit. His hands shook when he tied a knot in the necklace he'd given Dom, the only thing showing his nerves. They both felt like they were about to go into battle and in a way they were but it calmed some of the raging storm inside them to share a moment like that.

Knuckles brushed against cool pale skin and Kol made quick work of the makeshift collar and leash while he tried not to wonder if the jewelry had ever been used like that before because it certainly seemed perfectly made for it. The other end was curled around his wrist and kept tight, his fingers teasing around it just to watch it pull his thrall closer. "You know you're more than this." The man sighed, his voice barely above a whisper. If he was too loud they might be heard by the intruding clan but they felt mostly safe. Harald wouldn't know this small random room was his. His stomach soured at the thought of Megna and her father making his parents bedroom a mess, they would think that was his and she might just walk right in. Fuck.

"I know daidí." Dom soothed, he could tell his love was fighting so much, there was more on the leader's mind than anyone should have to face so the selkie soothed what he could and hopped to wash the rest away later with even more love.

"You'll be my wife." The Viking vowed, his voice trembling with the rest of him. Neither could admit they were starting to have trouble believing it but instead they pressed close and shared a softer kiss than normal. "We're going to get through this and I'll make love to you. You'll give me beautiful children. We'll-"

"'Ush love. I know." Dom tried to quiet his nervous rambling, the more he talked the more it sounded like a dream and not their future. Their breath felt hot they were pressed so close but they stayed as long as they could until a voice floated through Dom's mind and he knew they had to go. Modig was getting worried.

That had been an hour before at least and the fae felt strange. He wasn't in his normal spot in the great hall, he was forced to stand behind his lover- serve him and the newcomers who were causing all this strife. When they'd first entered he thought everything would explode into a battle but Harald had stepped close and pulled Kol into a tight hug. He'd fucking called him son as if the wedding had already happened and Dom was left to take a step back and let his master take control. Megna was gorgeous, dark hair and fox eyes and a body the siren would never have. She reminded him of a few of the thralls he knew his man had bed before they met and it drove him just a little crazy.

What surprised him most was how amazing his leader was at what he hoped was still lying. With how calm the meeting started Kol had just… gone along with it. They were laughing and drinking and reminiscing about things the boy could barely understand and through all of it Megna was sat next to his mate with her hand on his thigh. Of course she barely ate anything. She was a bird of a woman unlike him. Gods he couldn't handle it. Perhaps if he just sang for everyone he could end the torture, but there was a chance showing his power would get them all killed.

"Thrall! Boy! Yes you, come!" Dom's brows furrowed when the enemy chieftain called him closer and his scowl depended when the bastard found the rope attached to him and tugged. He wanted to cut it and run for the sea but when his eyes met his lover's those blue orbs pleaded for him to help. The stench of alcohol hung heavy in the air and his nose wrinkled but he stepped close until the man gripped his chin and pulled him down. He felt Kol almost snap but his gaze caught the bitch getting his attention so Dom was left to fend for himself. "You… Come." He had to fight not to curse the human and make some catty comment that Harald probably didn't know how to make anyone do that but he must have thought it loud enough because he heard Mod snort from where he sat too far away.

Kol couldn't stand the way Harald was pawing at his thrall, he wanted to pull his sword on the man but he knew it would devolve into a war he couldn't finish so he held back. At least for now. His boy was strong enough to handle himself. He hated the thought of looking away but Megna was vying for his attention and he had to give her at least a little. After all, it wasn't her fault her father was insane. She probably didn't even want him. "I've heard stories of your… prowess Kol'son, are the rumors to be believed?" She purred, her dark gaze raking over his body. Well… maybe she did want him. Fuck.

"In battle?" His voice broke and he took a drink to soothe himself but her smile grew and her hand wandered higher until he choked.

"Of course. Are you… rough in battle?" She asked, her pink tongue flicking out to wet her soft bee stung lips and he knew before Dom he'd have been all over her. Her tits were remarkable, her waist tiny, she was objectively gorgeous but his cock couldn't even think to swell. If anything the higher she touched the more it tried to crawl back inside him. He was quite sure his balls had already shriveled to pre-maturity and he prayed his lover could bring him back to life with his far better mouth. Fuck- if he thought about that she might think she's turning him on. Of course she must have seen a change in his expression because she brushed his dick with her pinky and so much of him wanted to hide with his thrall and cry. Bathe and cry. Gods when would it end?

Dom could hear the girl and his stomach turned but the man examining him like a prized horse was already making him sick. He caught the sound of a cup clattering and his lover spluttered about something. When he tried to look he could see her whispering in his ear but even with his sensitive hearing he couldn't catch it over the man near him. "You're a fine piece but not worth much for slaving. I was wondering why Bjørn asked for you in the-"

Whatever he was about to say was cut off by Inga stepping close and ripping him away from the human. "I'm so sorry sir, I need his help. Helga will tend to you." The selkie was shaking, he felt dirty and overwhelmed but he knew whatever secret was about to be spilled was important. He tried to step closer to them again but Helga pushed around him to take a giggling seat on Harald's lap. When he was finally able to lean around his leader's throne again his words froze on his tongue. Megna had a hand on what was his and what looked like her tongue in Kol'son's ear. The thing that truly broke him though was the sight of his leash abandoned on the floor and the palm that had been holding it was resting on the girl's arm. "With me Dom. Now."

When he couldn't seem to make his feet move she crooked a finger at someone and Dom was grabbed around the waist and carried off. "No wait- he said- he- why's Kol- let me GO!" His vision went blurry with his rage at the situation and himself. He may have just ruined their chance at fixing this. His lover was doing almost too well at charming the family and he almost broke it all but he'd never been very good at controlling his emotions. He was from the sea and like the waves he was wild and erratic. He couldn't help it. None of this was fair, he was a gods damned prince and should have an army at his disposal. But it was starting to seem as if he had truly nothing.

"Calm yourself Damhnaic. You let too much truth show." Tom's voice in their own tongue soothed something in his chest and as he blinked a few times and breathed deep the world came into focus around him. Somehow they had gotten him all the way to their room.

"He was touching 'er." He whimpered low, his eyes welling with tears. "Is she prettier 'an me?"

Tom's brow arched, he couldn't believe after all they'd been through he was having to deal with questions like that. He was made to protect. He was meant to battle and keep the prince safe but he could do nothing with this. "I… no? I don't- She's not exactly-" He felt flustered. He could tell by the scent in the room his kin was close to heat again and he hoped that's where this awful conversation was coming from.

"Not at all love. Besides, she's being forced on him. Kol doesn't like-" Inga tried to help but he couldn't help the panic.

"Doesn't like wha'? Gorgeous women? Tits?" Dom almost shrieked.

"Who doesn't like tits? I mean they're not my favorite thing but-" A new voice entered the room and he looked to find Modig. The nymph was obviously rethinking his words. "What's going on? Are you letting them win already?"

Dom huffed and shook his head, wiping his cheeks and trying to shake himself off. "No. Course not. Daidí needs me." He tried to exit the room but Mod stepped back into the doorway and blocked his way.

"Actually he asked me to keep you safe here. He thought it best he deal with this on his own." Even the madman knew how awful his words would affect the boy but he wasn't expecting to have to catch him as he tried to make a run for it. He didn't know why he'd been sent to destroy his friend's heart but he'd always had trouble reading Kol'son's mind. All he could do was try and soothe the prince and wait for something else to happen. He just prayed they wouldn't be left without explanation too long.

☠️⚔️☠️

"You sent your pet away. Do you not wish to share?" Harald asked, a small smirk on his face.

Kol tried not to growl but he was near done already. He'd barely been able to keep Megna off him but she'd finally accepted he wanted to keep her pure for her wedding night. He'd barely been able to say it without both laughing and gagging but she'd excused herself for sleep and to let the men make plans. Now he was left with her father, the man who was systematically trying to destroy his life. "He's mine. You know how it is."

"Indeed, if I had such a treasure as a true fae I wouldn't give it up either."

Kol choked on spit and the audacity of the man who'd tried so hard to steal his mother and had gotten his father killed. After a moment he decided not to even dignify the statement and instead he took a long drink and sighed. If they didn't get down to talks then the night might never end. Or it might end in blood. He just wanted to get back to his boy, he'd only kept him away to keep him safe. He couldn't stand seeing him touched by anyone else. "What can I do to make you leave?"

"Submit to my rule, marry my daughter, call me father, and give your thrall away. Megna will come second to no one." Harald glared, tossing a piece of fruit into his hateful mouth as if he hadn't just ruined every hope Kol had.

"I don't want to war with you. You know we wouldn't survive it. Megna would never be happy with me. I could never love her. What else can I do?" He thought he saw a sliver of hope in the idea that the man cared so much for his daughter's happiness. Perhaps they could come to some arrangement.

"I don't care. She'll be happy because I tell her to be. I don't love her mother and she doesn't love me. Grow up boy, we're leaders. Well… I am. You need to stop believing in fairy tales of love. Besides, it's not that I want happiness, I just don't want Kolvidur's son to have any. Your father stole my fairy tale so I shall have yours."

"Hey you can't have-"

"Please boy, no matter how pretty I don't fancy cock. I don't want your thrall. You just can't keep him. When I take your crown I know exactly what to do with him."

Kol'son's stomach soured, his heart breaking in his chest. This man was taking everything because his mother fell in love with his father. He was starting to think he wasn't the one who needed to grow up. He did however notice, Harald didn't know of his boy's cunt. Perhaps he could at least keep Dom safe. "They're both dead Harald. You have a beautiful family and a thriving clan. You decimated my village, you've shown you can come at any time and destroy my life. Can't that be enough?" At one moment he thought he saw confusion on the man's face but it was quickly erased. "Please… if you promise to take care of my remaining people I'll give you my crown. Just let me and my family leave?"

"No. I've given you my rules. Either you obey or I kill everyone. But worry not boy, you will give me your crown. The morning after tomorrow you will bend to my will and kneel to me in front of both our clans and you will present me your crown and take my daughter's hand. No escaping. Don't worry, I'll keep to my promise of the day and give you one last with your pet. I want you to tell him you can't keep him safe and that I have a perfect new owner for him. I want everyone to know how poor of a man your father made." He smiled and Kol felt gutted. He'd never known a deeper evil. "The first son of the first son is brought to nothing, don't you find it funny?" Kol'son really didn't, but he was so wrecked he didn't even realize how strange it was that the bastard knew their family legacy. He was too lost in pain he didn't see the shared glance between his killer and someone else. He could call Harald nothing less than his murderer, if he had to give Dom up he wouldn't be alive anymore. No matter if his shell was still walking around. He felt like he was sinking in a pit of despair, he couldn't see a way out anymore. Gods he couldn't breathe. He needed Dom, and more than anything... He knew he needed to send him away.

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I hope this was good 😅 Still not feeling my best but I wanted to get something out. Ugh my heart hurts for these boys and I actually know what happens next so I almost want to apologize to all of you. But I won't. I hope you enjoyed! The slow burn might be igniting soon 👀🖤☠️

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The High Lord and The Courtier: Chapter Five | Eris

Chapter Index

Word Count: 1.3k

Translations will always be marked with ‘*’ and the translation will be at the bottom.

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The ceremony was over quickly, the priest quickly naming Eris Vanserra, first son of Beron and Serafina Vanserra, the new High Lord of the Autumn Court. Most of the Court has decided to accept him as heir, they expected it to happen eventually. However, the other side of the Court was suspicious of Beron's death, they thought it was odd how sudden and unexpected it was. Not only that, but his body was found, those people rejected Eris as the High Lord and have began to leave the Autumn Court.

Currently though, Eris and his inner Court were having a discussion about how Eris wishes to imply new rules.

"Women will be able to own property, fight if they wish, and not be forced into betrothals." Eris states firmly, he now sat at the head of the table. They weren't in the Throne Room anymore, Eris didn't care for being seen as powerful when he knows he is.

"My Lord," Bryn begins. "That is unwise, making these... interesting decisions." The spymaster says.

"And why is that, Bryn?" Drax snaps.

"Don't speak down on me, General!" Bryn glares, his tone sharp as he mocks the title. "I will not-"

"Silence." Eris hisses. "You," the High Lord emphasizes the word as he glares at Byrn. "Will not speak down on anyone else in this room because you are no longer welcome here, Bryn."

"Excuse me?" The spymaster sounds baffled. "You cannot fire me! I am the most hard working person at this table, this is outrageous!"

Drax stands up, the force of his stance making the chair he once sat on fly to the wall, the wood snaps against the quartz. "Do not speak to my High Lord that way, spymaster." He mocks the tone right back. "As he said, you are fired, not welcome here in this palace."

Bryn looks purely baffled, his anger quickly gets aimed at Eris, yellow flames swarm the spymaster's hands before he flings it at the new High Lord. Drax instantly throws one of his many blades at the man's head, the dagger pierces Bryn's skull, blood splashes out from the wound, covering the white table and tiled floor before he collapses.

Luckily, Drax was an Illyrian, he flaps his large maroon colored wings at the yellow flames, they vanish into the air from the gust of wind. The General smirks at the sight of the dead man before it instantly fades, he turns to his High Lord, worry laced across his features.

"Are you alright, my High Lord?" Drax asks immediately, his feet already carrying him over, now he stands before Eris.

"Yes. Thank you." He nods.

"Of course." Drax nods.

"What's to be done about the body, my lord?" The coin master—Daemon—he too supported Eris throughout his new laws and overall rule.

"Burn him, bury him, I don't care. Get rid of it." Eris states.

The other men in the court begin to look at the new High Lord with anger, they all stand before glaring at him.

"We will stand for this, women cannot be trusted with land, businesses, or anything else we do!" A man of the Court shouts.

Eris sends Drax a glance, the red-skinned man nods before throwing a blade at the man throat, it meets the flesh, cutting all the way through it before the man drops flat.

"All of you." Eris begins, he motions with his hands for Drax and Daemon to sit. "Are dismissed, forever."

The faces of the men look furious but after they look back over to the two already dead men they nod, flicking off the new High Lord of the Autumn Court before exiting the palace.

Eris sighs and sits back down.

"We should find female advisors." Drax suggests. "If we want what is best for all our people then we need their direct input."

"I second Daemon, Eris." Daemon smiles. "It is strategic and would be most useful."

"Alright, anyone in mind?" Eris sits back up in his chair, adjusting his posture then he looks between the two men.

"Nyke emagon nykeā issaros.*" A female voice states from the doorway, the three men redirect their gaze to see the Lady of the Autumn Court, Eris' mother, Serafina, standing at the door.

"You have someone in mind, mother?"

She nods. "Nymeria, she is a woman of the Day Court and I have no doubt she would love to work here." Serafina approaches Eris and grabs his hand, the High Lord looks shocked.

Daemon and Drax smile at Eris before taking their leave, giving the family their privacy.

She leans down the second the two men leave, kissing her son's forehead before tugging him out of his seat and pulling him into a tight hug. "Issa rūs, nyke sīr biare syt īlva.*"

"I... I am happy as well, mother." Eris hugs her back, tears brim his eyes. "You spoke of the Day Court, let us go? I know you want to see him."

Serafina's own eyes form tears, she hugs her son tighter and nods. "Yes."

Eris winnows the two of them to the Day Court, the second they land in the palace guards approach them and point spears at them.

"Speak your purpose, trust passers!" A guard shouts.

"Stand down." A voice booms from the top of the stairs in the hallway, Serafina's face instantly lights up. Helion meets her gaze, tears fall down the elegant man's face, in a second he is in front of her and tugging Serafina into a tight embrace. "My love... you're..."

"Free." She finishes.

Eris smiles at the sight, something he hasn't done in years, it made him happy to see his mother so... so free as she stated.

"Yes, free." Helion holds her even tighter, his nose buried in her red-orange hair. The High Lord kisses the top of her head before tilting up his jaw and connecting their lips.

"Get a room." Eris mumbles, as happy as he was to see them together, to see his mother with her mate and Helion with his own.

"Eris!" Helion kisses Serafina's forehead before walking over to the Autumn Court's High Lord. "Thank you." He tugs him in for a hug, Eris' entire body tenses from the embrace.

"Helion." Serafina begins, he tone laced with worry. "Let him go."

"What?" He looks down to see Eris completely tense, unable to react. "Oh! Apologizes, Eris." Helion gives a sympathetic look before chuckling. "I... I am just so happy. You've freed my mate, my love from that..."

"Beast." Eris snaps, crossing his arms.

Helion laughs. "Yes, beast, and... and now I can live with her happily. I swear to you I will never harm her in anyway, if I do you have my permission to harm me as much as you wish."

"Helion!" Serafina sends a warning look.

"I promise that to you, Eris." Helion raises his hand for Eris to take. "I would even go as far to make it bargain." The Day Court's High Lord states firmly.

"I don't make bargains, but... your words are reassuring." Eris hesitantly shakes Helion's hand. "Thank you."

He smiles and nods before turning back to his mate, he hugs Serafina and Eris' face softens again.

"I trust you, Helion." He states before looking at Serafina. "Se, avy jorrāelan, muñnykeā.*"

"Issa rūs, avy jorrāelan tolī.*" She smiles back.

Eris leaves the Day Court with a smile on his face but when he arrives home at his office in the Autumn Court he spots a new letter on his desk. He looks down at the black envelope and sees Rhysand and Feyre's sigil, the Velaris symbol.

He opens the letter and is shocked at the request, he is needed at the Night Court.

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Nyke emagon nykeā issaros. - I have a person.

Issa rūs, nyke sīr biare syt īlva. - My baby, I am so happy for us.

Se, avy jorrāelan, muñnykeā. - And, I love you, mother.

Issa rūs, avy jorrāelan tolī. - My baby, I love you too.

[ere-the-sun-rises]

The night his parents died, Bruce saw her. A beautiful woman, pale as the moon and as dark as the night, appearing from the darkness after the mugger had fled. Black dress down to the ground matching her makeup and hair, but almost luminously white skin. She knelt down next to him, a cigarette dangling from her fingers.

"It's a rough life, isn't it, kid?" She asked, taking a drag. How it remained lit in the rain was beyond him. "Want a hit?"

"No?" He answered, tears still streaming down his face.

She nodded, then met his gaze. Her whole appearance sharpened. "Do you wanna hit back?"

"Hit back?"

"At the world. At all the people who took things from you and let you down. Do you wanna?"

"Who are you?" He recoiled.

Her grin was dark, unsettling but not evil. "I'm Gotham, sweetheart. If you don't take my offer, I'll just keep taking. And you'll know just who it'll be - after all, everyone likes to see themselves in the heroes and the victims." She reaches out and brushes away his black, black hair.

In pools of their own blood, Martha's blonde and Thomas's brunette hair stain red.

"So, I'm cutting you a deal." She stands, flicking the cigarette off into the alley and offering her other hand. "Stay down there, in the blood and the dirt, or let me make you a prince fit to be a king."

He takes her hand, because he knows that this game was rigged against him from the start. He was never Thomas and Martha's as much as he was Gotham's, and tonight she claims him properly.

She pulls him to his feet then disppears, inky black lines slithering up his hand and arm until they disappear into his body. Suddenly, he's no longer cold from the icy rain, no longer surrounded by impenetrable shadow. He can see through the dark and the murk, unbothered by the cold in his body and his soul.

"You'll be my champion, little Prince." She murmurs in his mind, wrapped contentedly around his soul like a languid cat. "There's so much we can do together."

He passes the years like that, as much her puppet as his own man. He becomes Batman, and it's when he's wearing the cowl he feels most in harmony with her. She deepens his voice, strengthens his fist and speeds up his reactions. She can move him, too, and she keeps him alive even when he knows he should have died. He bears her scars for her, but in return she grants him grace when he asks for it.

The first time he calls in her debt to him is at Haly's Circus, when he sees little Dick Grayson walk onto the platform with his black, black hair.

"Don't." He croaks out, passed a lump in his throat. "You already have me. Don't do this to him."

"I picked him to help you, not replace you." She murmurs.

"Don't. Let him be. Let any of then that you've chosen be. I'll pay take their time."

She strides from the darkness of the backstage, staring at him as she tightens a bolt on the trapeze. "You don't know what you're asking for."

"I didn't ask for this in the first place." He snarled. "If I can stop this happening to anyone else, I will."

She shrugs. "If you say so."

John and Mary Grayson live through the night, but when Dick Grayson makes eye contact with him after the performance, he feels the tether Gotham has on the boy. Even if the Graysons' little Robin never flies with Gotham's Bat, he'll always be pulled here. Bruce isn't sure if that's sad or not.

The next is a teenager in a drug store, picking up detox drugs for his mom. He's countinv change to pay for thr co-pay, so Bruce steps in and pays for it outright. The boy meets his eyes and that otherworldly tether snaps into place.

"I'll pre-pay for the rest of it." He tells the pharmacist. "She needs the medication."

The boy stares at him for a long moment passed some black, black bangs hanging in front of his face. "What do you want for it?"

"Nothing." He says honestly. "Live a happy life."

Gotham appeara in his peripherals. "You seem pretty sure that being away from you will achieve that."

"Won't it?"

"No." She says, picking at her black-painted nails. "Not really."

"Better than suffering under my doom." He decides, paying and moving on.

"My name's Jason Todd." The boy volunteers. "Y'know, if you feel like paying for more stuff for me."

He smiles, charmed. "I'll consider it."

The last one is a younger teenager at a gala, plastic expression on as he's paraded around by parents who treat him like an acccesory.

"Mr. Wayne!" Mrs. Drake crows, approaching with the boy. "It's been so long I barely recognized you!"

"You know how it is - never a moment to rest."

"I'd like to introduce you to my son, Tim. He's-" He stops being able to hear her pitch when Gotham appears over Tim's shoulder, twirling a lock of his black, black hair.

"He would have been your successor." She says, leaning on the boy's downtrodden shoulders. "The heir to your kingdom and title - an equally handsome prince and kingly protector. Instead, he'll get to languish under the insipid instructions of this dolt and her criminally insufficient husband, wastong his talents in a boardroom and sifting his soul through a sieve hoping to feel something."

"It can't be that bad." He argues.

She raises a delicate eyebrow. "Can't it? You didn't save the boys, Bruce. Like you, they were always destined to live. You saved their parents, and perhaps for the worse. Who knows, now."

He shakes Tim's hand with a smile and hopes to never see him again.

Some years down the line, when all the boys who were supposed to have come into his care are men, he lays dying on the asphalt of Crime Alley. His lungs are punctured by multiple ribs and he's been stabbed more than once. Perhaps shot, too, he can't recall.

She crouches in front of him, scowling with disapproval. "See? I told you, but you won't listen. You still owe me, Wayne, and I'm not about to let you off the hook so easily." She reaches into his chest and gathers three strings. Before he can puzzle out what they represent, she pulls on them and suddenly, He Knows.

From the mouth of the alley appear three men he had intended to keep out of all of this, safe beyond her reach and even in this, he's failed.

"Huh." Dick says, a crooked smile on his lips. "It really was you, then. Back with Zucco."

Jason rolls his eyes as he hefts Bruce to his feet. "What, you thought you were the only one who could see her?"

Tim presses the button on his belt that unlocks the Batmobile. "I'll drive. I know where the Cave is."

When he wakes up in the Cave, the boys are all crowded around the computer attempting to deduce who laid him out and find out where their safehouse is. She's perched on the hood of the Batmobile, a wicked smirk on her face.

"You did this on purpose." He accuses.

"Of course." Her grin widens. "What is a Bat without his Birds, after all?"

going off the alley/Gotham fate post from last night: a world where Bruce doesn’t find his Robins but is still Batman, and every single one of his kids is drawn to him even though their lives are complete and relatively safe without him.

Dick has living parents who love him but has always felt like something was missing. He makes eye contact with a man in the crowd at a performance and feels a bizarre, all encompassing urge to go talk to him.

Tim meets Bruce Wayne at a party hosted by his parents and wants to cry when he shakes the man’s hand.

Jason runs into Batman on the street one night getting medicine for his mom from the pharmacy and briefly considers following the man home.

Maybe Bruce knows their original fates, maybe he doesn’t. Maybe he believes they’re better off without him. Better off without Batman. But he doesn’t realize that the second their lives intersect again (they were always meant to) his children could never look away from him again into blissful ignorance.

[dantakeyoman]

You and Kiri Overhear Lo’ak Giving Neteyam Advice On How To Ask You Out (SFW / Comfort)

Reader is Fem! Omaticaya

CW: fluffy fluff, Neteyam is adorable, Lo’ak and Kiri duo strike again, all this is based on this one tik tok sound that I heard that was SO adorable, and it screamed Neteyam

“I’m telling you, that boy is obsessed! I’ve never seen someone pine over another so much,” Kiri laughed, giving you a playful shove.

“You’re just trying to make me feel better. If he liked me as much as you said, he would’ve said something already,” you playfully rolled your eyes, waving your friend off.

You two had just finished healing lessons with Mo’at, and were now on your way back to the Sully tent to hang out with the boys.

Kiri was swearing up and down that the feelings you had for Neteyam were very valid and very mutual, but you weren’t buying it.

Neteyam was a warrior, a Sully, a future Olo’eyktan.

You were just a simple girl who wanted to become a simple healer.

In your eyes, there was nothing special about you. You weren’t the best hunter, singer, or dancer.

So why would he ever like you?

A romantic relationship with Neteyam was a pipe dream. And to keep from getting hurt, you reminded yourself of this fact over and over again.

 “Well, my brother may not look it, but he’s an idiot. And a shy one at that. But that shyness and idiocy is alllll for you,” Kiri teased, giving you a few pokes in the stomach.

“Quit it!” you laughed, frantically shoving her hands away.

That was your tickle spot.

“You’re crazy! I could never say that!” a familiar voice exclaimed from inside a nearby tent.

You and Kiri quieted your giggles, turning to each other in confusion before moving closer to the home, peeking through a small tear.

“Shut it! Do you want the whole clan to hear?!” Lo’ak harshly whispered, shushing his older brother.

Neteyam.

“I’m sorry, but that’s far too bold. I’ll scare her away,” Neteyam dismissed, resting his hands on his knees, which were sat criss-cross.

Her?

You felt a piece of your heart break, and tears well in your eyes.

They were talking about a girl. One who Neteyam seemed fond of.

“We should go. It’s rude to listen in,” you whispered, your voice small and slightly broken.

Why were you feeling this way?

A lump in your throat seemed to grow larger and larger every time his words replayed in your head.

You had tried to push away your feelings, but at the first mention of another girl, it was made perfectly clear that you could not hide emotions so intense.

And Kiri was quick to pick up on this.

“Now hold on a minute. Let’s hear the rest,” she held your hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

Little did the two of you know, Lo’ak had heard every word you said, and was now going to make it his mission to put on a show for Neteyam’s girl outside.

He knew his brother was a painful over-thinker, and would never make the first move on you.

So why not give him a little push?

“Okay, so what do you want to tell her then?” Lo’ak started again with a sigh, giving his brother tired eyes.

Neteyam groaned, raking a nervous hand through his braids. “That’s the problem. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Girls love compliments. So you gotta compliment her. Tell me a feature of (y/n)’s you like,” Lo’ak smiled, hopefully talking loud enough so you could hear

“Her eyes. They’re so big and beautiful, and have such a pretty, yellow color to them. I want to tell her this, but how should I?” Neteyam asked again.

“Just say it, bro. Walk up to her, flash her a nice smile, then say, Hey, (y/n). Did anyone ever tell you your eyes are beautiful?” Lo’ak demonstrated, making a Neteyam face at the last part.

You blushed so hard you thought you might burst.

Neteyam felt this way...about you?

“See, there you go again. You may be able to say that, but I cannot. I do not......I do not have your confidence,” Neteyam looked down at himself, hanging his head.

This was pathetic.

He needed to get help from his baby brother in order to talk to you.

He had faced his Iknimaya, Sky People, even his angry dad. But talking to you was scarier than all of those three things combined.

Lo’ak gasped, abruptly standing up from his seat. “You have loads to be confident about, bro! Just look at you.”

He smirked, walking over to his brother and giving him a firm pat on the back.

“You’re a strong warrior, a skilled hunter, and a killer with a bow and arrow. Not to mention you have the devilishly good looks of us Sully men. You’re the whole package, dude.”

Neteyam slightly smiled, thankful for his brother’s praise, but still on the fence about all this.

Lo’ak sighed, sitting down in front of the nervous boy.

“Let’s try something else. Why don’t you tell me what you like about her face? Her lips? Her hair? The way she braids her hair? What about-?” “I love all of it, okay!” Neteyam interrupted, unable to take this anymore. 

“I can’t pick one thing to like because they all are perfect to me. She is perfect to me. But I cannot just walk up to her and tell her this because what if she does not feel the same. I’d have poured my heart out, only for it to spill on the floor.”

Damn. 

Lo’ak had no idea his brother could be so poetic.

Sure, it would make him want to barf if anyone else had said it. But this was his brother, and he was happy for him.

Lo’ak smirked, realizing the trap he just led Neteyam in and giving his mental self a high-five.

Mission Accomplished.

Meanwhile, you were practically about to faint.

Your long time crush had just professed his love for you loud and proud.

And while you were over the moon with this news, Kiri’s I told you so face was starting to get on your nerves.

“C’mon. Let’s go before we get caught,” you whispered, getting ready to tip-toe away.

“You ladies can come in now!” Lo’ak cockily announced, you and Neteyam turning as pale as ghosts.

Shit.

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birthday girl.

a/n: hbd to my dear friend and happy holidays to my motherfuckers. my asks are still open for sorority/frat!character ideas, so send them in if you have any. make sure to check my request guidelines and the list of who i write for before sending anything in!

pairing: sorority!wanda maximoff x sorority!fem!reader

summary: you’re new to greek life and find yourself in trouble with one of your sorority sisters during your birthday party.

warnings: 18+ only, smut, oral sex on strap-on (r giving), strap-on use (r giving), choking

word count: 1.5k | marvel masterlist | navigation

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You navigated through the crowd of sweaty bodies, trying to get to the other side of the house. Rush had barely ended and you were already having to attend a party. Not only that but that party was being thrown for you. One of the girls had gotten word that it was your birthday after you’d let it slip that you were planning on leaving for the weekend to celebrate with your friends and family back home. Sharon told Monica, who told Natasha, who told Pepper, who told everyone, and took it upon herself to delay your plans by a day by throwing a party for you.

There wasn’t anyone you could blame for the position you were in aside from yourself. You couldn’t have expected privacy and peace in Delta Phi Epsilon. If you had rushed for any other sorority, you’d be in a similar situation, but Pepper was notorious for throwing the craziest parties in the city.

Some of your sisters urged you to dance with them throughout the night, to which you politely declined. The music wasn’t to your taste, not that you could tell since you were focused on the intensity of the bass. Luckily, you didn’t have to suffer through that much longer once you reached the door. You took the opportunity to quickly stumble outside while no one was looking for you.

There were still a few people around, but it was much calmer outside. Your shoulders dropped in relief that you could finally get some air. You leaned against the railing of the balcony and silently observed your surroundings. However, you weren’t paying much attention to the area you stood. You flinched in surprise hearing someone clear their throat beside you.

Turning your head, you were immediately greeted with the sight of Wanda Maximoff. Your eyes widened. You hadn’t interacted with her during Rush aside from her bumping your shoulder when she was trying to leave the house. She was two years above you and one of the few people that made up Pepper’s inner circle. 

“What’s wrong, birthday girl? Why are you so shocked to see me? We’re going to be living in the same house for the rest of the year. Maybe longer if you can last.” For Pepper to know you was one thing. She was Pepper, she knew everything about all of your sisters. But for Wanda to know you, or at least of you was something you weren’t prepared for. Wanda sighed when you remained quiet for longer than she had anticipated. “What’s your name again? Come on, you’ve gotta be able to answer that at least.”

Well, maybe she didn’t even know of you. But she at least knew that it was your birthday. That was a start. “Y/n,” you replied.

“Y/n,” Wanda repeated to herself, scrunching her eyebrows as she thought. “Oh right! You’re the girl that got in my way the first day of Rush.” 

“I wasn’t trying to. I’m sorry, but you bumped into me,” you tried to explain. It was of no use, though. You knew you had made a mistake the moment your eyes locked with Wanda’s.

“So you’re going to pin your mistake on me?” She questioned. You were far too weak to protest her accusations. Maybe you shouldn’t have signed up for Greek life because it was clear that the brunette wasn’t going to let you live this down.

“No- I was just trying to-”

“You should really stop talking before you get yourself into more trouble, princess.” She warned. Despite her threat, you melted at the new title. “You know if we don’t get along, your life here won’t be easy, right?” You nodded in response. “See, you’re doing better already. But if you want to move past this, you’ll have to make it up to me, baby. Think you can do that?” You nodded again and her hand found yours. 

Wanda smirked, dragging you back inside and down the hall. She opened a door you had never been on the other side of before and let you in. She locked the door behind her and led you further into her room. Her bedroom was much larger than yours and it seemed like she had it all to herself, while you had to share with another recruit. Perks of being close to Pepper Potts, you supposed.

The brunette walked over to her nightstand and bent over to pull something out of the lowest drawer. Your eyes fixated on her ass as she rummaged through it. “I know you’re looking, honey.” You looked away flustered as she stood back up and favored you. “Do you know what this is, baby?” Wanda asked, holding up a strap-on. 

You raised an eyebrow, slightly offended, thinking she perceived you as someone dumb and naive. Wanda’s eyes stayed on you as you thought about your next move. You considered leaving, but you knew by the look on her face that she was not pleased by your thoughts, so you answered to please her.

“Yes-” 

“Good.” She interrupted. “Get it ready for Mommy’s pussy.” Wanda pulled you closer by the back of your neck and held the strap in front of your face. Your lips wrapped around the tip of the toy as you allowed Wanda to slowly work it into your mouth. “That’s my good girl, I’m gonna have lots of fun with you.”

When you had almost taken the entire thing, Wanda abruptly pulled the cock out before shoving it back in. You gagged slightly when it hit the back of your throat, but that didn’t deter her from continuing to move the dildo in and out of your mouth.

Once Wanda was satisfied with your work, she removed the cock from your mouth and began to undress you. You moved to do the same with her, but she slapped your hands away. “Mommy can take care of herself, princess. All you’re supposed to do is listen to me.”

“Yes, Mommy. I’m sorry.” Wanda hummed in approval. She may have told you to stop talking, but perhaps some things were acceptable. As long as you kept it short and she agreed with it.

Wanda handed you the strap-on and reached underneath her skirt to pull her panties off while you struggled to put the harness on. “Do I have to do everything for you?” Wanda huffed, rolling her eyes while helping you. 

“Thank you,” you mumbled as she pulled you down onto the mattress with her. 

“You think you can make me cum without my help, honey? Do you think your dumb little brain can handle that?” She questioned, reaching between your bodies to align the cock with her core.

Instead of answering, you snapped your hips up, filling Wanda. Her hands grabbed your arms as you began to work the toy in and out of her cunt.

You pulled her top down and leaned your head towards her chest. Wanda gasped as your lips wrapped around one of her nipples. One of her hands moved to the back of your head, holding you down while the other slid down her body to rub at her clit. She huffed as you pulled away from her chest, grabbing your neck. You replaced her hand with yours and began teasing her. “Come on, baby. Do you wanna make me cum?” 

“I don’t know. Do you deserve it, Mommy?” You asked, pressing down on her clit. Wanda moaned, rolling her hips towards yours.

“Are you really not going to give me what I want, honey? This could easily turn into a punishment.” Wanda purred, gently squeezing the sides of your neck. “But I’m sure you’d like that since you like being a bratty slut.” You released a pathetic whimper in response. “So are you going to listen to me, princess?” She smiled when you let out a small ‘yes, Mommy’ and slid her hand up to your jaw. She cupped your face and leaned up. Her lips ghosted over yours as you picked up the pace. 

With a few more thrusts, the brunette came undone in your arms. Wanda fell back against the bed as she came down from her high. You were disappointed that you didn’t get to kiss her, but you shook that feeling off while you watched the brunette try to collect herself.

“I think you did a pretty good job showing me how sorry you were, honey.” Wanda breathed out when you removed the toy from her cunt. “I’d usually let you go, but I can’t just do that to my little birthday girl.” Wanda cooed, flipping you onto your back. She crawled up the bed, setting one leg on either side of your head. “I can’t let you leave before I give you your present.”

[dontfeeltoohot]

Have 4.6k of soft, sick paramedic!Eddie and nurse!Steve. 

This should all be pretty accurate when it comes to medical jargon/paramedic+emt stuff. 

Let me know what you think! :3 

X X X He’s tired, which isn’t unusual, but this isn’t his normal kind of tired that’s helped by coffee and stealing some of Henderson’s breakfast. No, this is a bone deep tired that’s making him want to crawl back into bed and pull the covers over his head. As he pulls into the station’s parking lot, the twenty eight year old yawns for what feels like the tenth time in so many minutes, rubs his eyes, and then gets out, fixing his pullover. 

He’s worked hard for the navy quarter zip; not the actual sweatshirt itself, but for the title embroidered on it. On the left, a few inches below the collar; which has a ‘five years of service’ pin, reads ‘E.Munson’. On the opposite side, ‘Hawkins Fire and Rescue’. It’s the back that matters most- in big, white letters, is the word ‘PARAMEDIC’. It allows everyone on scene to know he’s the most knowledgeable, the highest in charge when it comes to any medical situation.

Making his way inside the large brick building, Eddie says hi to a few of the guys from A shift, throwing his black tactical backpack in one of the five, small rooms at the back of the station. It pays to be early, especially when private quarters are hard to come by. He’s sure in the end he’ll let Chrissy have the bed, and he’ll probably fall asleep in one of the large recliners they’ve got in the common room. 

Walking back out, he goes to the cupboard above the stove and grabs his black mug that has ‘Eddie’s, Touch and Be Ketamine-d’ printed on it, a gift from an old chief. Thankful that A shift’s already started coffee, the long haired man pours himself a cup, splashes some creamer in it, then leans against the wall, waiting for more of his coworkers to file in. 

Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair come in first, all talking far too loudly, the youngest four at the station. Fucking fire fighters and their disregard for anyone but themselves. Swallowing and wincing as the hot coffee burns his throat, Eddie nods at them, unable to help the smile that falls on his face when Henderson races up to him.

“Eddie! Dude! Did you see the new Game of Thr-“ 

“I’m gonna stop you right there Dustybun. If you so much as say a word about anything that’s happened, I will kick your balls so hard-“ 

“Okay, okay. Got it. No talking about it,” Dustin gives a thumbs up and heads back to the other three. 

That kid needs some downers or something, he’s far too energetic at six am to be considered normal. Shaking his head to himself, Eddie takes another sip of coffee and turns the tv on that’s hanging on the wall, turning it to the news station. Chief Hopper comes in, Captain Powell and Lieutenant Callahan right behind him. The paramedic salutes them in greeting. Finally, Chrissy, Joyce and Murray walk in, making Eddie stand a little straighter. 

“Morning,” Joyce smiles, her own cup of coffee in her usual to-go cup held tight in her hands. 

“Morning Joyce,” Eddie smiles genuinely. He’s ridden with the other paramedic a few times, and he always enjoys her company around the station. She’s the mom of B shift, and it’s no secret she likes to mother hen Eddie the most. 

“You ready for another day in paradise, my friends?” 

“Paradise must have a different meaning in your mind, Murray,” Chrissy jokes. Eddie puts a hand on her arm and smirks. 

“I’m going to go check how much shit A shift moved,” Eddie informs his partner, going and grabbing an iPad from the office. He knows she’ll want to get some coffee first. “Oh! I got a room for you, by the way,” he adds, earning a large smile from the petite girl. 

“If only he weren’t gay, you two would be a power couple” Murray chimes in, Eddie already half way out the door. 

The bays are warm from the heat being blown in, so the curly haired man pushes his sleeves up, revealing numerous tattoos covering his arms and even one on the skin between his thumb and pointer finger. Pulling his hair up and out of his face as well, he opens the back of Ambulance 12, sniffling from the sudden temperature change. 

As always, a few things have been switched around from where they should go, making Eddie grumble to himself as he right’s A shifts wrongs. More specifically, he’s cleaning up Jason fucking Carver’s attempt at getting under his skin, and he refuses to admit it’s working. All the guy cares about is getting recognition, Eddie’s sure he doesn’t actually care about helping save lives. 

As he continues, he feels his nose getting stuffy, making him cough when he sniffles. Ugh. If he’s getting sick he’s going to riot. Halfway through the checklist, Chrissy hops in, sitting on the stretcher. She’s eating a nutrigrain bar and Eddie wants to tell her he’s proud of her but also doesn’t want to draw attention to it. 

“How much damage did Carver do?” 

“That man’s going to see me at our next station meeting and I’m going to go off on him I swear to god Chrissy,” Eddie growls, which only makes him cough. Fuck. 

“Easy tiger, I hate him just as much as you do, but I don’t need to have a floater for two weeks because someone can’t control their anger, yeah?” 

He knows she’s right. 

“Fine.” 

The EMT peeks at the checklist and goes to grab what they need, while Eddie counts how many collars they have. Sniffling, he rubs his eyes and reaches for his coffee, hoping to chase away the ache slowly starting to appear in his throat. A minute later, Chrissy reappears with the supplies, as well as a few extra boxes of gloves, tossing them in the cab.

“So, how’s everything going at the garage?” 

A loud bang interrupts Eddie before he can reply. 

“God DAMN it I’m going to smash Ballard’s head against a wall if he doesn’t replace the oxygen tank next time. Does he think my and my physical prowess can lift this shit?” 

“Aren’t you supposed to be able to lift at least 159, Murray?” Chrissy calls out, laughing. 

“Yeah but not completely dead weight that’s metal!” 

Eddie sighs and stands, jumping out of the truck to help the older man. 

“Quit complaining man, at least you’re not the one who had the bariatric guy on the seventh floor last shift,” he glares, making Murray snap his mouth shut. 

As he and Murray start moving the tank to the side of the truck, a tickle blooms in the back of his head. Clenching his jaw, the paramedic gets six feet away from their destination before he freezes 

“Hh! Hold ohhn-“ he sets his side of the air supply down, pulling the collar of his sweater up against his face. 

“hih’GHNgKtuhew! ihhKhTshh’EW! hihEhIKtsch’UHEW!” 

“If you’re sick, I don’t want your germs,” Murray scrunches his nose. 

“I’m not sick, Jesus, can’t a guy just sneeze?” 

“Yes, he can. But you- you don’t sneeze unless you’re around cats, dust, or you’re sick. And since there aren’t any cats and we dust pretty well here thanks to how anal Brenner can be on his damn visits, there’s only one explanation, rockstar.” 

Huffing, Eddie picks the entire tank up by himself, then drops it into the space it’s supposed to go. 

“You’re welcome,” he turns back to his own truck, rolling his eyes. 

“Bless you,” Chrissy gives him a smile when he gets in the truck. 

“Thanks,” he nods, sniffling. 

The paramedic can feel congestion starting to really accumulate in his head, more than just a stuffy head now. It’s as if the sneezes knocked something loose, opening up the floodgates. Clearing his throat, he leans back, sitting in the captain's chair. 

“Robin should be working today,” he gives her a smirk. 

“So should Steve,” she retorts smugly. 

“Base 1- we’ve got a code 2, 10 year old female, possible broken bone, alert and conscious. Address is 4928 Seller Lane, Hawkins Elementary. No posing threats.” 

Eddie grabs the walkie hanging from the holster around him. 

“We got it!” Eddie calls out to the two. “Ambulance 12 copies,” he says into the walkie. 

Chrissy closes the doors, and Eddie hops into the passenger seat, letting the woman drive. He’s tired and needs to wake up more before driving a metal death trap on wheels. Adrenaline is already starting to buzz through him, just like any other call. As soon as they pull out, he grabs the walkie again. 

“Ambulance 12 in route, 6:38 am.” 

“Copy that Ambulance 12.” 

***

“-shhew! snfsnf! Jesus Christ….ihHhNGkTschuhEW!” 

“Bless you,” Chrissy says, keeping her hands on the stretcher as Eddie takes one off to cover his face with his collar.

“You got her?” 

“Yeah,” the star berry blonde tosses him the iPad, info sheet already pulled up. 

Eddie looks up and feels his heart beat a little faster at the sight of Steve Harrington. He’s got navy scrubs on today, ones that fit him well, showing off his arms and ass perfectly. Swallowing and grimacing at the feeling, the paramedic slides up to the nurses station, a smile on his lips. 

“Harrington, missed seeing you around on Monday. Not that I don’t love Nancy,” he throws a smile towards the woman sitting next to him, who merely laughs. “But…I missed seeing your pretty face.” 

“Was getting over a wicked cold, you wouldn’t have wanted to see me, trust me,” Steve laughs. 

Raking his eyes over the nurse, he watches a blush fall faintly over Steve’s cheeks. Beautiful, Eddie thinks. He’s so damn beautiful. 

“On contraire, mon petit prince, I am a sucker for sick, germy boys. Why do you think I took this job?” 

Nancy laughs and Robin, who’s just walking up, gives him a confused look. 

“Right,” Steve shakes his head, getting flustered. “Who’s the patient?” 

“Damn, yeah, that’s a thing. Addison Myers, 10 years old. Was walking into school and fell over the curb. I’d bet a date with you she has a greenstick ankle fracture. Didn’t feel any complete abnormalities but it’s swollen and tender,” he rattles off. “BP is 112/68, heart rate is-snf! uhh..74, respirations we’re 13.”

“Actually 13 or bullshit 13?” Nancy chimes in, always in resident nurse mode. Eddie flips her off discreetly. 

“Actually 13, thank you. I take my job as a medical professional v-snf! very seriously,” he rubs his nose with his wrist, clearing his throat. Steve looks at him curiously, but Eddie ignores it. 

Turning his iPad, he hands it to Steve, who starts signing off on the paperwork. As the nurse does, Eddie sniffles and leans against the counter, yawning. Chrissy comes out from room 3 with a now empty stretcher, laughing uncomfortably at something someone is saying. He can hear it in her tone, so he pushes off the counter and looks at the other three. 

“Be right back.” As he gets closer, he knows the culprit immediately, and his fists clench. 

“Hargrove, how ya doin’ man?” Eddie comes up and throws an arm around the nurse who smells vaguely of cigarettes. 

“Munson,” Billy smiles, the leering smile he gives to all the girls. 

“Yeah yeah, I know I’m hot. However, I don’t appreciate you flirting with my partner, so if you could back off,” he stares at the other with an easy, light smile.

Everyone around them is staring, and Chrissy comes to stand next to him. 

“I’m just being friendly,” Billy laughs, almost condescendingly. 

“Right, and I’m the queen of England. Just lay off and we can forget this ever happened.” 

Suddenly, Hargrove is in his face, their noses almost touching. The scent of smoke makes his nose itch, but other than clenching his jaw, he can’t do much, not when the man is this up in his space. 

“You’re pathetic,” Billy whispers, spoken as if the words are venom.

“And why’s that? Because I’m not fawning all over you and your outdated handlebar mustache? Look, I’ve got people to actually save. So why don’t you go back to wiping asses and getting drinks for old ladies, and let us big boys do our jobs.” 

“You little-“ 

“What’s going on here?“ 

The two men step away as if they’ve been burned. Doctor Owens is standing there with confusion written all over his face. Billy gives the man his most innocent look. 

“We were  just discussing how to properly insert an airway.” 

“Actually, Hargrove here was making my partner uncomfortable, so I told him to leave her alone. Everyone here can attest to that,” Eddie shrugs, smirking when Billy’s eyes go wide. 

Owens looks at Billy and frowns. 

“Hargrove, I’d like to speak to you alone.” 

“Alright handsome, mind if I get that iPad back?” Eddie turns to Steve, who does as he’s asked. 

“God he’s going to be insufferable the rest of the day,” Robin groans. “But I’m glad you put him in his place.” 

“Just looking out for Chris. Jackass had it coming sooner or later,” the curly haired man assures, rubbing at his nose again. 

The scent of smoke is still lingering. When the tickle doesn’t want to recede, Eddie sniffles, which seems to do the trick. Pulling his collar up, the paramedic turns away from everyone. 

“huhINGkTschhew! iiGkSHhew! ahiiGShew! Snf!! SnfSNF!“ 

Both Robin and Nancy bless him as he sniffles and drops his collar down. Steve is staring at him again, making him squirm slightly. The look is intense and makes Eddie feel as though he’s staring into his soul. Nancy grabs a tissue box and the man snags a couple, wiping his nose and shoving them into his tac-pants. As he follows Chrissy out the door to grab a new blanket for their stretcher, he misses the way Nancy and Robin start teasing Steve, who’s blushing and glaring. 

Opening the back doors, Eddie watches Chrissy move the stretcher back into position and then raise the wheels up off the ground. 

“I’ll push it,” Eddie steps in, chuckling when his partner huffs and goes to get into the driver's side of the truck. When he hears the click and lock of the stretcher, he shuts the back doors and moves to the passenger seat, taking one of the tissues out from his pants, wiping his nose again, feeling it start to get runny. 

“Steve is so smitten with you,” Chrissy smirks, plugging her phone back up. 

“Nah, he’s jus-snf! just being friendly. I’m pretty sure he and Robin are a thing.” 

“She’s told me before they’re strictly platonic,” the girl shakes her head, driving back onto the main road. 

“Still don’t think Harrington is gay,” the long haired man sniffles into the tissue, rubbing his nose. 

“Are you okay? You sound kind of stuffy. I know that awful cold is going around, a few people on c-shift had it last week.” 

“Peachy keen, jellybean. Don’t worry so much,” he waves off, even though her words hold some truth. His throat’s starting to truly hurt, more than just a low ache. His head somehow feels even stuffier, now that his adrenaline is coming down, and exhaustion is hitting him hard. 

They get back to the station, where both firetrucks are out. At least it means some quiet, which also means a nap. Joyce and Murray are sitting at the long table by the windows talking when they walk inside. Chrissy puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder, looking at him. 

“I’ll do the paperwork,” she informs and Jesus, he knows it’s a running joke of them being perfect for each other but he thinks if he wasn’t gay he really would kiss Chrissy Cunningham right now. 

“You don’t have t-“ 

“Least I can do for you after you saved me from Billy.” 

“Hargrove?” Murray butts into the conversation. 

“Yep. He was coming onto me. Eddie got him in trouble with Owens,” she grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet. 

“Good for you Eddie. That guy always gives me the creeps. He’s probably just overcompensating because he has a small dick, at least that’s what a few nurses say,” Joyce nods, sipping on her bottle of coke.

All three other first responders react simultaneously. Murray chokes on his redbull, Chrissy snorts and Eddie’s mouth drops open. Joyce Byers is an enigma, and the long haired paramedic loves her for it. He thinks about his own mother, and all the shit they went through together before she died. She hadn’t been as bold as Joyce, but she had been just as kind. Heart aching just a little, Eddie shakes his head and rubs his face. 

“Well, he was being a dick, and I told him to back off. Owens just happened to be passing by. Honestly if he hadn’t been I’m pretty sure Billy was about to try and deck me,” he shrugged, sniffling quietly. 

“Good for you, he needs a good ego check, or maybe a good write up,” Murray says thoughtfully. 

“You okay Eddie?” Joyce’s kind voice rings out, and he turns to look at her, their hair practically identical aside from his curls. 

“Yeah, just a little tired, didn’t sleep well last night, is all.” 

Before Joyce can reply, her radio crackles to life, informing Ambulance 13 of a middle aged woman suffering from chest pains. Murray hops up and salutes him, Eddie smirking. 

“Have fun you two!” 

Heading to the back of the station, Eddie sniffles harder, now that no one is around to think it’s gross or worry over him. It makes his nose itch, but try as he may, the paramedic can’t quite get at the tickle that’s growing. Pausing right outside the door, the man lifts his collar up, nostrils twitching teasingly. 

“hh! Ugh…snfSNF! hhh! hih’iiGKtSCH! ehIKSHHuhEW!” A few moments pass as he goes into the small room where a single bed occupies most of the space. 

“IHKISHEW! Guh,” Eddie yanks a tissue from his pocket and blows his nose, grimacing at the soupy, thick sound. Maybe he’s getting a cold. 

Laying on top of the bed and the blanket, moving the pillow so Chrissy can still use it, the man drops his head onto the uncomfortable mattress and shuts his eyes, sleep pulling him under.

Thirty seven minutes later, he’s pulled from his dream about a certain nurse and his navy scrubs when his radio sounds. Vaguely disoriented from the sudden interruption, Eddie gets up and stretches, only half listening to the crackly dispatcher’s voice. He feels worse, he realizes as he walks down the hallway to the common room where Chrissy is waiting for him. Scrubbing at his face, they head out and into the ambulance. No rest for the wicked. 

Of course it’s a CPR call. They’ve got no Lucas machine like ambo 13 does, and as Eddie does his seventh set of compressions, he’s starting to wonder if he can steal it off the truck. Chrissy’s talking to dispatch about needing Med Air, they’re not going to get the guy to the hospital when they have to stop every time the AED needs to reanalyze a rhythm. Ten minutes and 8 more sets of compressions, 4 shocks later, they’re transferring care to the helicopter team, and Eddie’s arms feel like jello. 

“Ambulance 12, we’ve got a GSW around the corner from you, are you able to take it? Police on scene, scene has been deemed safe.” 

“Copy that, ambulance 12 in route,” Eddie coughs to his side after clicking the button to mute. 

From there, it feels like they get back to back to back calls, no resting in between. Eddie’s driving as Chrissy sits in the back with an elderly woman who’s fallen and requested to be transported due to hip pain. They go over a particularly large bump and Chrissy huffs, making Eddie look in the rearview mirror and laugh. 

“Sorry Jean, Eddie’s driving skills are about as good as his people skills,” the EMT jokes, making the woman laugh. 

“Hey! I’ll have you know I get shout outs all the time from patients,” he calls back in a playful voice. “The ladies love me!” 

Eddie thinks he can hear the woman say ‘I’m sure they do’, but he’s suddenly preoccupied with an itch in the back of his nose, traveling through his sinuses. Sniffling does more harm than good, and as he rolls to a stop at a red light, he aims to the side, into his shoulder. 

“iiHKSHHhuew! snfsnf! hihGKTshhUHEW! hah’ITSCHhh’ew!” 

Chrissy blesses him, and he throws a thanks back towards her, yanking a tissue from the box they’ve got in the middle compartment, rubbing at his nose and then wiping it, still sniffling afterwards. Coughing into his fist a couple of times, Eddie pulls into the Ambulance bay at the hospital, still rubbing at his nose. His head’s started hurting, and with how he still can’t shake this chill, the paramedic briefly wonders if he’s running a fever. 

Steve had been on his lunch break during their last transfer, and when Eddie sees the man’s signature styled hair, he feels himself smile, despite how shitty he’s starting to feel. Nancy tells them to put the woman in room eleven, and Eddie nods, keeping his hands on the stretcher. 

“Now Ms. Jean, no more falls alright? As much as I love seeing your pretty face, I want you safe more than anything,” the twenty eight year old smiles warmly, chuckling as the elderly woman blushes. 

“Thank you sweetheart, I’ll try not to.” 

“Good. Chrissy’s going to get you to sign a couple things on this iPad, all you have to do is use your finger,” he explains, making sure the woman understands before sliding out of the room. 

Heading to the nurses station, Steve, who’s working on typing something, looks up and grins, eyes crinkling slightly. Eddie feels warmth spread through his body. A second later, he’s turning away, snatching a few thin tissues from the box on the counter. 

“ihGNktchUHEW hah’IKshhh’EW! S-Sorry, snf!” 

“Bless y-“ 

“iHGKktshew!” 

“Bless you,” Steve frowns. “You sound like I did last week. You feeling alright?” 

Eddie turns back, wiping his nose as he shrugs. Head heavy with congestion, every blink feels sluggish. He can feel mess accumulating under his nose again already, so he swipes at it then finally lowers the tissues. 

“I was gonna make fun of you for taking a sick day for a silly cold, but maybe you were the smart one,” Eddie’s voice is nasally, consonants rounded. It’s an easy way for anyone to pick up on the fact he’s unwell. 

“You should grab some meds on the way back to the station. You’ve still got, what, another 11hours?” 

They both grimace. 

“Don’t remind me,” the paramedic groans, rubbing his face. “God, I feel like a fucking biohazard,” he adds, pumping hand sanitizer onto his palms and rubbing them together. 

“Good thing you get another three days off,” Steve says optimistically, and Eddie’s never been more grateful for his 24 on 72 off schedule.

Glancing at the clock, Eddie frowns even harder. “All of you are off in fifteen minutes,” he deflates. He’d rather not have to do intake with anyone else. The paramedic enjoys Nancy, Robin and Steve and their constant banter and want to include he and Chrissy. 

“Yep, and I’ve got a hot date with a bath,” Nancy sighs dreamily. 

“Ugh, I have to study for the stupid final in pharmacology,” Robin growls, throwing her pen down. 

Eddie remembers having to do pharmacology. Half the shit they don’t even use, though it’s probably different for nurses. Steve looks like he’s in thought, so the curly haired man sniffles and then looks to see where his partner’s at. 

“I’ll see you guys around.” 

“Feel better,” Nancy looks at him with sympathy. 

“Thanks Nance. See ya Birdie, see ya Stevie,” he smiles at them. 

Steve nods, but then stands, walking around the counter.

“Here, follow me for a sec.” 

Curious, Eddie tells Chrissy he’ll be right back, then follows the brown eyed man. They arrive at a door, the plaque reading ‘nurses lounge’. Steve leads him inside, and his eyes dart around. There’s a few couches and chairs, tables, a coffee machine and television. Steve grabs a black backpack from the corner, rummaging around. A second later, he produces a little blister pack of pills and an unopened water bottle.

“It’s just DayQuil, thought you might benefit from one,” he explains, twisting the cap off of the water bottle and handing it to Eddie, who takes it, eyes wide with surprise. A pill is popped from the blister pack into his hand, and then put back into Steve’s backpack. 

“Thank you,” Eddie swallows the pill, grimacing at how it stings. He doesn’t realize Steve has more until something soft, wrapped in plastic is put into his free hand. 

“These are probably softer than whatever shit you have at the station.” 

A travel pack of tissues. Eddie kind of wants to surge forward and kiss the man, but then he remembers how germy he is. Right. 

“Don’t you need them?” 

“Nah, I’m all better now, just have them in my backpack for emergencies. And I think this counts as an emergency. Your nose is like, bright red man.” 

“Thanks Steve, this means a lot, making sure I don’t die a terrible death from the plague.” 

“No problem. Just doing my civic duty, wouldn’t want a death on my conscience,” he teases, and Eddie wonders if Steve feels the sudden intimacy that’s washed over the air around them. 

The paramedics about to turn to walk back out when he decides to cowboy up and do something about this damn crush he’s had for over a year. Maybe it’s this cold, maybe it’s how soft Steve looks, or maybe it’s just the need to be closer. 

“Hey Steve? Would you want to get some dinner with me? When I’m not a giant germ factory, I mean.” 

Steve’s eyes widen a little, and Eddie braces himself for rejection that never comes. Instead, the nurse steps closer and nods, taking one of Eddie’s hands.

“Yeah, I’d love that. Kind of was hoping for it, if I’m honest.” 

They exchange numbers and by the time he’s back out and sliding into the truck, Chrissy is looking at him expectantly. 

“Please tell me you two kissed.” 

“I’m germy as hell Chrissy.” 

“Ugh, he’s had it anyway, who cares?” 

“…we’re going on a date, once I’m not a biohazard,” Eddie admits, smiling so much it makes his cheeks hurt. 

“No way! Oh my god!” The pitch of her squeal makes him wince and she looks guilty. “Sorry, sorry. You and Steve Harrington. What a couple.” 

“It’s a date.” 

“It’s a stepping stone to boyfriends, Eddie.”  

The rest of his shift goes by in a haze. He may feel like shit, but he also feels oddly light and giddy. Joyce is just as excited as Chrissy is when the news gets to her, hugging him tightly. He tries to pull back immediately. 

“I’m sick, I don’t want to get you-“ 

“I have kids, Eddie. Sometimes, you just have to give a hug, no matter the circumstances. Now, go lay down. We can take the next few calls for you. You kind of look like shit.” 

[strawberry-nugget]

𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 | E. Kirishima/ Reader/ K. Bakugo

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𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: after weeks of Bakugo distancing himself from you and Kirishima you finally get the chance to talk out what happened the other day, one thing leads to another and...

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, thr*esome, oral (f! and m! receiving), double penetration, fingering, p*ssy slapping, dacryphilia, all characters portrayed are over the age of 20

𝘼/𝙉: I'm so sorry this took me so long. I know this is 6.5k with little to no plot but I hope you enjoy this, hehe, thanks for all of the notes and amazing comments on the last one. I'll be reblogging in a few minutes with the tags in those who asked. Also. This is top Kirishima. Top top top top Kirishima.

It's been two weeks now that you and Bakugo exist in different timelines.

He's never home, lost in patrol after patrol, leaving a hot mess behind him in his room, belts, gear, his back up costume messily sprawled across his room -you guess he doesn't have enough time to clean everything up. Still, the rest of the apartment always looks inhabitable, save for the little mess you make in the kitchen when you cook; he never cleans what's supposed to be your task.

You feel yourself growing sadder every day. It's something Kirishima notices and informs you he feels as well, rooted deep in how Bakugo is treating the two of you ever since that night. And the worst part is you can't do anything about it. He doesn't return his phone calls nor does he ever pick up, and by now you've accepted that he purposely avoids being in the house with you. It hurts even more knowing that he and Kirishima see each other at work every day; at least he knows Katsuki is doing okay, though as he reports, he rarely ever talks more than patrol and business.

You only wonder why he acts the way he does, thinking you don't deserve to get ghosted over for what happened. He's your roommate and one of your best friends, whatever made him feel like he has the right to ghost you with such each is not going to go by so easily and you're not willing to wait it out anymore either.

Thus, this Thursday night you call in sick for work and emerge yourself in the bathtub after checking the clock. 7.25pm. It's still an hour until Katsuki is off his shift, which means you have plenty of time to do some self care. Shave your legs, scrub your whole body with your coconut scrub- anything to calm down that put of anxiety that's starting to boil in the pit of your stomach.

You fear for the worst. That Katsuki doesn't want to be your friend anymore, and losing him doesn't sit right with you. Not over just catching him masturbating once.

There's a ton of things you want to say, or ask him. The lingering thought of him liking Kirishima or you digs deep enough into your brain and plants itself there, getting comfortable right next to the thought of him being jealous of your relationship. Could this be it? Could he just be lonely? He never talks about meeting anyone or having sex -that must be it, he's lonely, that's all.

Your bath doesn't last for long because you're nervous and the water runs cold before you have the chance to enjoy yourself. Maybe it's time to start turning the heating on in the apartment and you curse yourself because you have to talk this out with Bakugo as well -fuck its hard to not live on your own when you have to make shared decisions with someone. To your stomach's turbulence dismay you can't get out of talking to Katsuki.

"No, I literally won't tell you where she is Bakugo"

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of the door unlocking and closing again, followed by your boyfriend's familiar voice. You don't make a single movement to exit the bathroom yet- you're frozen, opting to rest on top of the toilet cap until you hear Bakugo's reply, your gut falling into a muddy pit of panic.

"I swear to fucking god if you two are trapping me to talk about it"

Typically of him, he shouts, barking and chewing a few sounds of what he's saying. Kirishima knows he's all bark and no bite though, you're eager to figure out how he'll oppose him.

"She wants to talk to you, you can't just ghost her like that when you live with her" There's a long pause next "and you should have told me that you're in fucking love with her"

"What?" Katsuki exclaims

What?

"You think I'm an idiot? Or that I can't comprehend basic human behavior? I know how people who feel the way you do act"

"What are you even saying Kirishima? That I'm jealous?"

You blink feverously, trying to take in what you're listening to unfold in the other room. You know a part of you has been wishing that this scenario wasn't true.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You should have told me you liked her in the beginning. I would have never made a move"

They bicker back and forth for a few minutes; Katsuki accusing and Eijiro defending, then switching back and forth before going silent. It's then that you think you should emerge from the bathroom. It feels wrong to not be part of this conversation when you're the reason for their bickering, but at this point the guilt in your stomach is rotting and polluting your insides.

With a sigh, you turn the doorknob and inhale deeply. You tell yourself you can do this. You have to do this, yet your eyes are filled with hot and salty tears as you approach the living room.

Both of them eye you simultaneously, pursed lips and hands crossed over their chests; the only relieving thing about this is that they're sitting next to each other on the couch, their calves slightly touching. You know they'll make up again, they always will, but you're scared you won't be able to be part of that make up. Not with the information that's been poured onto you.

"Hi" You whisper and despite being sure both of them heard you, they make no effort to open their mouths and talk back "I uhm" You clear your throat "I heard what you were ah saying"

"Course ya did" Katsuki growls "course ya fucking did"

"Baku- I-"

"Save it! I'm gonna-" He snaps and makes a move to get off the couch, though Eijiro has other plans; he slams him back down with just a push of his hand

The same hand that's extended to you, overlapping Katsuki's chest, wordlessly asking you to join them on the couch. Your heart warms up slightly. Kirishima always does his best to make you feel included, it's no surprise he's smiling at you when you take a seat next to the blond.

"You're not going anywhere Bakugo. And babe, you can speak now"

Though you smile nervously with your lips, your first word falls silent, in awe of a lung filling sigh. Then by the time you gather some thoughts together your chest is shivering and the tears that you managed to drown before are now threatening to spill from your eyes again.

Kirishima is watching you religiously, pouting as you throw your head to the opposite direction of his to let out a small sob. He tightens the grip of his hand around yours and barely notices Bakugo batting his eyes to that direction.

"Hey, no, don't cry"

"I just don't want to lose Bakugo because of this" you sob and Kirishima shoots a killer gaze at the blond, biting the inside of his lip.

"You're not losing anyone idiot" Bakugo says, clearing his throat, giving Kirishima a strained look as well

"Babe, don't worry, Bakugo and I will be fine, you and Bakugo will be fine"

You sob again, wiping a stream of tears that's falling from your eyes and Kirishima wastes no time on cupping your cheek after bullying Bakugo to do the same. A nice change, you think, two hands reaching out for your face, you could almost get used to this.

"Yeah, you're not losing me" Bakugo tries to soothe, though by Kirishima's demand he adds to his words "I- uhh, I might want you but this has nothing to do with us not being friends"

"Yeah?" You sniffle, looking up

"Yeah"

It's too soft how you're cuddled into their arms instantly, pulled on top of them to sit on both of their laps, held tightly in both of their embraces. You coo into their arms for a while, content when Kirishima kisses your cheek and sobbing faintly when Bakugo rubs your back in circles.

"Do you want a beer baby?" Kirishima asks, softly patting your back and kissing your nape as he leaves you clinging onto Bakugo. You nod into the crook of Bakugo's neck in reply and Kirishima smiles from the other side of the couch.

The sound of the fridge opening is timelines away from what's entering your mind. Is it wrong that you like that cuddle too much? And is it even more wrong that you want more? Bakugo feels nice when you're curling up onto his lap and Kirishima adds warmth and love into everything he's touching, you almost feel your thighs clench at the idea of where your mind's traveling to.

"What if we had a threesome?"

It's so faint when it comes out of your mouth that you're convinced there shouldn't be any loud reaction to it, though you hear the can of beer that's presumably in Kirishima's hand hit the floor, you feel Katsuki's hand freeze on your back. Both of them wonder if they've heard correctly, but never asking you to repeat it.

"A uhm.. Threesome?" Kirishima asks "you'd like that?"

"Yes"

You try to hide your face deeper into Bakugo's neck, but he doesn't seem to approve of it- he pushes you back softly, with a thick hand on your stomach and another still on your back. You feel your face burning as you're forced to face him

"You'd really want a threesome?" You nod and Bakugo gulps "Right now?"

"Mhm" You gulp too, your nose almost nuzzling against his "if- if you want to"

The way you're swamped with attention is overwhelming. From the way Kirishima jumps to the edge of the couch towards you, to the way Bakugo lifts you up and stands on his feet, urging you to do the same as your feet land one by one on the carpet underneath you.

"Fuck okay uh, are you fine with it Bakugo?" The redhead asks, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I am."

Kirishima gulps when he sees Bakugo latch onto you, placing his hand on your shoulder and coughing up slightly "Should we set some rules?"

"Yes" Bakugo coughs as well, though you can feel him getting hard to where your thoughts are meeting his "wanna suggest anything?"

"Great uh, maybe no kissing between the two of you, since she's my girlfriend? And Katsuki you're wearing a condom too. Are these fine?"

Both of you gulp and nod. It's natural for Kirishima to ask this. Sharing you out of the blue can't completely sit right with him; it almost flicks a switch on inside your gut, making you gulp again when you feel him hugging you from behind.

"Safeword?" Bakugo asks

"Red" You reply cooing when your back finally hits your boyfriend's chest.

You don't even have enough time to count down seconds before you're pounded and squished between the two of them. It's a miracle that you somehow manage to convince them to move it to the bedroom.

Even if making a small stop at the hall wasn't in your original plan

Kirishima's hands are everlastingly on your waist pulling your back into his chest. He's nibbling on the nape of your neck, his fingers light as feathers as they're peeling your T-shirt off of you. He almost grunts at your exposed back, leaning down just to place a kiss on each of your shoulders before latching onto your ear

"It's fine baby, it's fine if you're embarrassed okay?" He blows into you then takes a bite of your ear lobe to which you shiver as you snap your head to his face. “what? Are you that excited?"

You gulp, nodding with your eyes shutting, an expression on your face that looks almost painful -Bakugo can't help but palm himself, searching Kirishima's carmine eyes with his, waiting for a sign that he should make a move or retreat. Anything that doesn't involve him getting a front row seat to how your chest bounces as Kirishima runs his hands on your torso from behind.

"Fuck, I-" He says, swallowijg his tongue in the process, just when Kirishima's hands change paths, now wiggling underneath your sweatpants.

"Enjoying the show Bakugo?" Kirishima's smiles and fuck- when did he adopt such an attitude? "Come 'ere"

Bakugo does as he's commanded, guided by Kirishima, as he trails your torso with his hands intertwined with his, squeezing your upper hips, trailing your belly button, eyeing you with doe eyes before launching a kiss to your navel. You writhe and wiggle in Kirishima's embrace- the feeling of another man too new, too strange to take in in less than a few moments, but Eijiro's got you, kissing your nape, your cheek, softly playing with your breasts above your bralette. Whispering his praises with his hands across your body.

"Good girl" You're sure he whispers in your ear "I got you" But all you can feel is Katsuki's breath as he's placing open mouthed kisses across your tummy, over the valley of your chest, your cheek.

Kirishima is overly alert by this, jumping in between the little scene, capturing your lips with his, using a hand to push Bakugo into the kiss as well, pulling him in as lips as smeared against lips, your saliva trailing out of your mouth. You instinctively rub your thighs together to relieve some of the burning sensation between your legs

Soon enough, Bakugo is taking off your pants, rhen his shirt, Kirishima's taking his off too, managing not to let you go all while pushing the three of you into the bedroom. There's nothing but a trail of clothing in the hallway that could suggest what's happening inside the room once the door closes shut; three pairs of sweats, three different t-shirts and maybe the white ghost of hot and heavy breathing.

On the bed, it's way more comfortable. Your arching back is finally resting against the pillowy mattress, Kirishima's smile from upside down soothing and forgiving, you almost melt away while he cups your face and bumps his nose to yours, giggling slightly, before glaring at Bakugo. He guides your head into his lap, still holding your cheeks, still rubbing circles onto your soft face, pouting hard before facing your friend.

"You good babe?" He asks you and you nod again, humming a small reply to him "you too Katsuki?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah, I am" He gulps, pumping himself twice.

"You're not getting in without prep by the way"

You writhe in Kirishima's lap, gooey eyes and mouth open wide as he leans to pry your legs open, trailing his middle finger across your clothes slit. Your chest jumps when you hear him chuckle. You know he's struck the gold vein he's searching for, your panties swimming in a puddle, completely damp from getting your neck attacked only a few minutes ago.

Katsuki marvels a finger across your slit as well, avoiding your clit purposely or flicking it occasionally, moaning every time his finger touches the chilly dampness of your underwear.

Kirishima pries your legs open wider, hooking his middle finger under your panties and pulling them over and slightly to the side, flashing the blond with a glimpse of you -you swear you see him gulp. Hard.

"Want a taste?" Kirishima asks, chuckling, as if Bakugo isn't frothing at the mouth at the mention of the action, as if he isn't diving in between your thighs like a starved man.

He almost rips your panties by pulling them to the side. Your hands link through his platinum hair and you almost whine at how soft it feels, or, about the moaning sounds he makes as he's digging his fingers in the plush skin of your thigh, swinging your leg wider. You slide a little further along, laid completely flat on the bed -head still on Kirishima's lap.

Sweetly, Kirishima captures your inner lips with his fingers and circles them around before making you hump on him, his knuckles bumping with Bakugo's nose when he chuckles again. You almost tear up by the over stimulating pressure Kirishima's fingers provide for you, but you decide to hold it in; not sure hitched breath leaves your mouth until Bakugo takes an experimental lick across your slit.

With a thumb presses to your clit he retreats for a second, just to watch as he sinks his middle finger inside of you and -"oh my fucking god Katsuki"- he's back at it again, licking at you religiously. Softly, like Kirishima always does, patiently. Just like you love it.

It has your back arching, chest bouncing for Kirishima's eyes to enjoy. He decides he won't have you hanging, bouncing and thrashing. With two huge palms he cups your breasts, flicking your nipples, massaging you for just enough time to make your heart burn, then he wiggles a finger to the hood of your clit, applying throbbing pressure.

The knot in your stomach is tight, your vision blurry, you're sure what you think is silent moaning is probably full-on screaming, mewling or pleas of pleasure that you can't comprehend.

Kirishima is smiling at you from above, still wiggling his finger on you left and right in Bakugo's business and you can't help it- you yelp, pushing Bakugo's face deeper into you. It feels good- too good, like your legs are nothing but jello, your stomach and thighs feeling like they've transformed into liquid smooth. You mewl in Kirishima's arms, coiling, desperately eyeing him in hopes that he and Katsuki won't stop what they're doing.

"M so close" You slur when Kirishima takes a hand of yours away from Bakugo's hair, softly turning it upside down, until your palm is met with the wetness of his foreskin, the pulsing slit of his that leaks precum into your hand.

He whines -"ohh"- when you wrap your fingers around him, instantly pumping your hand up and down, your grip firm and steady as you twist your wrist with every bob of your hand.

"Suck me off baby" Kirishima softly commands, rubbing an experimental circle with his tip on your lips, smearing some of his precum around your mouth. You gulp at how carelessly he pumps his base, until he pries your lips open.

You take him eagerly into your mouth, feeling your stomach churn and your thighs freezing in place by Bakugos movements; so long as you're steadily sucking Kirishima's cock into your mouth, he scissors his fingers inside of you.

"You like that?" He moans into you, eyeing Kirishima "you twitched- fuck you're twitching"

"Show me how wet she is"

Kirishima commands and Bakugo complies by taking his fingers away from your heat and shining them into Kirishima's face. You whimper but how good it feels when he moans against you, blinking as you watch your boyfriend take your friend's fingers in his mouth, sucking in eagerly, before popping the digits out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva fall faintly onto the valley of your breasts

"Your pussy's s'wet baby, you're dripping all over over Katsuki's hands" Kirishima thrusts in your mouth "you taste so good" then turns his attention to Bakugo "tell 'er, how fucking good she tastes"

Bulky fingers rub on your clit once more and Bakugos hand secures your tummy in place while pinning you down; you feel it then, the inevitable end of what has been building up in your stomach for such a long while and you can't help but scream at the feeling of coming undone. Shaking, struggling to take a breath without popping Kirishima out of your mouth.

"Fucking perfect"

Your vision is white, your head is buzzing and your legs are frozen. You can feel Kirishima fucking into your mouth once, twice and ever so slightly, depending in how relaxed your jaw is as he's moaning. You don't choke when he hits your throat, you simply moan onto him, too blinded by the afterglow of your orgasm to even react to what's about to unfold.

"Fuck- take 'em off- Fuuck" Kirishima says, you notice. Bakugo probably does as he's told; you hear shuffling and grunting, the soft pop of his dick to his stomach. You want to see-

Bakugo, hazed and drenched in you, cups your womanhood with his hand, landing his thumb on your clit and you yelp again, thrassing onto the bed, finally popping Kirishima out of your mouth. He tugs and drags his fingers away- he's opening you up, of course, that's it- and you can't help but roam your eyes all over him. Searching for his cock, wanting to see it dive inevitably into you.

It's unfair that Kirishima has a better view than you do, but at least, you hope he enjoys the view. You buck your hips forward when you feel Katsukis thighs grace against your own. His skin is unbelievably cold, making the hair on your legs and tummy raise; a tear rolls down your cheek then the moment the tip of his cock touches your clit.

"We've got- ah- condoms in the first drawer. On your left" Kirishima says cheerfully, bucking his hips away from your face, kneeling just to place a kiss on your forehead- your nose- your lips, finally bumping the tip of his nose to yours when he sucks your inner lip into his mouth

"You liked that baby?" Kirishima breathes "You liked Bakugo eating you out?"

"Mhm" You nod, not wanting to break away from the kiss, unlike Kirishima

You can hear Katsuki cursing, slamming the drawer shut as he fidgets with the condom. Everything seems slow, from the way his thick fingers can't grasp the tiny edges of the wrapper, to him finding out what's the right side to put it on -he grunts, inevitably- stealing giggles from both you and Kirishima

"Ah man, you're struggling, come 'ere let me help"

Bakugo grunts once again, although this time it's not out of frustration. Kirishima playfully pulls him close, places a kiss on his navel and extends his hand underneath Bakugo's, politely asking for the condom -you know his lips are pressed into a goofy smiley line right now just by the way his body moves.

Kirishima lets your cheek rest on his thigh when he moves to grab Katsuki's cock, to roll the condom on him while twisting his fist on him no more than twice -unfair- before playfully slapping the blond's ass, urging him to climb onto the bed again.

It's then that your hips are jerked and raised towards the blond, huge palms on your hips, pulling you towards him. Nervous touches, unspoken apologies for potentially harsh movements, his eyes are flickering into yours and his lips are all pouty, scrunched, his cheeks plump with embarrassment. He doesn't know if you notice, nor does he think he ever will, but it's killing him -that he's only allowed to line himself up with you under this circumstance.

Whether you notice the hurt in his eyes or not, you don't comment on it, nor do you spare him any worried look. He doesn't even know if he wants you to take pity on this state of his.

No.

No, he doesn't.

He only hopes Kirishima won't get mad when he cups your face tenderly, nor when he traps your face with his other hand caging you away from the redhead thigh -it's for better leverage he'll say if he's asked to- but you melt into his touch.

And his chest burns.

It's worse when he finally pushes into you. His heart won't stop beating hard and fast and he's scared he's going to have a fall. No-no- he shouldn't think about it, if he does think about it, he'll definitely have a fall.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," You murmur, feeling the voice come from the depths of your chest.

That's the only confirmation he needs to ignite his ego and light it on fire. You feel good, you're sucking him in deeper and your cheek is still melting into his palm. It's more than enough; he ignores Kirishima's gaze and whatever it may carry behind it. It's for his own sanity he reminds himself.

"You're doing so good babe,'' Kirishima asks you, cupping your other cheek. He's smiling- no need to worry about him not having a positive reaction to Bakugo caressing you

(The rules that had been presented to him were simple- wear a condom and no kissing)

"You're taking it so well, isn't she Katsuki?"

"Fuck yeah" He grunts, thrusting harder

"So, so well baby, we'll make sure you get to come first okay?" You ogle your eyes at Kirishima, teary and soft by his words, clapping your lips together and pouting, begging him silently for a kiss. Only to feel the void when his soft lips don't come in contact with yours

"Oh no, no kiss for baby. You're so naughty, wanting me to kiss you when you're getting fucked by our friend"

"What?" You whine, popping on to your left elbow "Eiji- i want my kiss"

"None can do" He smiles and Bakugo snaps his hips into you "unless you earn it"

Your stomach is tied in a knot again, gummy walls tightening around Bakugo, back arching. It's almost painful to watch you sprawled like this underneath him, reacting in peak with the rhythm of his hips, begging him to go faster, harder. At one point, he's losing himself in the speed he's fucking you with, feeling like he's about to combust from inside out is not helping either

-He thinks, he'll be spent for days after this-

It's guttural, the way you feel as Bakugo thrusts inside of you, the way you mewl and twitch and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You feel full, so much that you mutter it, slurred and incomprehensibly at Kirishima. It's more than enough for him to rub your chin with his thumb and buck his hips on your face again. You take him eagerly, smiling with your lips when he lands on your tongue. You swirl it around, pump him deeper into your mouth, suck on his tip until he moans in sync with you.

"Bakugoo" He hisses, biting his lip as he's eyeing you "don't chase your own satisfaction! Go slower and rub her clit too" He takes Bakugos hand away from your face, tracing it down your body before landing on your heat, pinching your clit softly making you moan "ah so responsive"

For a while he doesn't move his hand away, focused on guiding Bakugo's fingers on you, teaching him how to make you feel good while he's fucking and you're on fire, gut churning and chest tight, ovestimulated by how good it all feels. You can't even take a proper breath as Kirishima humps deeper into your mouth. He groans too loud when his tip hits your cheek.

You know this is too much for him, you know he can't hold back any longer, but you grab onto his shaft and twirl your grin on his base, bobbing it into your cheek and popping it out before swallowing it again.

And while Bakugo's thrusts are becoming desperate, Kirishima bursts into your mouth, holding your hair softly, pulling you closer to you- closer, closer, until your nose hits his navel, biting on his cheeks and squinting his eyes so he won't shut them, drunk on the view of you overflowing with his come. He only grubs your chin, swiping his thumb on the white trail that's spilling from the corner of your lips, trying his best to smirk at you without taking a breath.

"Swallow it sweetheart -ah- that's right, you're so -fuck- perfect for me"

Your lower stomach is protesting, bursting slowly as Bakugo is thrusting faster into you. His speed, him hitting that spot in your gut repeatedly, creating the perfect feeling of numbness, it's all too much and not enough all at once, you want to cry out- you gush and you writhe as your legs hook around Bakugo's waist.

Your boyfriend retreats from his previous position, smiling as ever, petting Bakugo's blonde hair, massaging your breast, kissing your nipple, then attacking your upper chest, trapping supple skin in between his tongue and teeth, dragging Bakugo along with him. It's what ultimately leads Bakugo over the edge, his tip feeling numb, blood rushing all over his body, he thrusts a few more times before he pulls out, spilling his own satisfaction into the condom, feeling his heart race faster than ever before.

"Your doing sooo good" Kirishima says once more, pecking your lips repeatedly. "Wanna ride me? Or are you tired? "

"Fuck no, lay down"

"That's my girl" He smiles "Katsuki, come here"

Kirishima rubs your wetness up and down, grunting when he finds your clit, grazing it with the back of his hand, whispering about how wet you are, to which you respond by hugging your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You only pull back when he lets you coo into him by petting your hair softly.

You're instantly met with Bakugo's eyes blazing into yours from above- it's not intimidating, rather, it's lustful, but you still need some time to pull yourself back, despite the eagerness in his eyes. You must have missed the point where he discarded his condom, or just how thick he actually is, because he's standing hard and proud before you, nervously searching for Kirishima's approval.

Your boyfriend's approval comes with gripping on him and easing him close to you. You take him in both of your hands, relying on Kirishima to keep your torso lifted, focusing on twisting your hand around him in the same way you did for Eijiro. Too bad you almost lose grip when He snaps his hips into you.

You can feel Katsuki's dick twitch into your hands as you pull him down lower, getting your tongue out of your mouth to place kitten lips all over his length. Eijiro mimics you, licking the tip when you're not licking the base, letting you take control when he ceases his movements for a bit, to lift both of you a little higher, so you don't have to bend your neck as much. He strokes some sweaty strands of hair away from your face, he kisses your cheek and Bakugo is already thrusting into your mouth feverously.

"Fuck"

"You're so wet baby, you feel like you could take us both" You yelp, wide eyes as you freeze on the spot "want to take us both?"

"I do" You yelp with tears in your eyes "I do I do, I do I do"

"Oh, look at you being so desperate, want to get -ah- wrecked, don't you?"

"I do Eiji- you cry out

"Then ask Katsuki to take you too, ask him to shove his cock into you while I'm fucking you too, like the greedy little thing you are"

At this point, you think poor Bakugo isn't going to make it to the end of this.

"Katsu" You plead, watery eyes staring into desperate carmine ones "Katsu fuck me while Eiji fucking me too-"

"Say please" Kirishima interrupts, pinching your nipple "or I'm not going to let him"

"Please, pleaseplease, please"

"Fuck yeah" Katsuki replies "ill fucking wreck you" The sounds he's making are supposed to be words, though they're far from being clear and understandable, his veins are pulsing into your mouth. He's too excited for this, so excited that you know he'll never make it to the drawer to reach for a new condom. So Kirishima is doing it for him, hooking the little rubber between his fingers as he's opening the drawer.

"Come on baby, pull back" He taps on your shoulder and places a kiss on your collar bone, thrusting deeper into you this time. The reaction is immediate, you're throwing your head back in seconds and Bakugo whines at the sudden departure of your warm mouth.

Kirishima allows you to kiss his thighs, his tip, his navel, to squeeze the small of his back and his ass before letting you wear the condom onto him.

You lose track of Bakugo until you feel wet kisses being planted on your thighs and ass, the back of your knees. You feel his hand being placed on your thigh, the warmth of his palm as he's soothingly rubbing it up and down your skin, to prepare you, raising his thumb to graze at your crotch occasionally. You whine every time he thumbs your clit, or flicks it when it meets with Kirishima's navel.

"You good? I'll start with my fingers" You choke on the sound of his words and nod frantically. If only you could actually watch him when he delves his middle finger in you along with Eijiro's cock. Still you whine loudly, when another finger joins the first one, slowly scissoring inside of you "fuck you're gonna take it so well aren't you? Kirishima's right. You love this"

"Answer him," Kirishima whispers, teeth biting down in your lobe. He grabs your face, trapping your cheeks between his fingers, turning you in Katsuki's direction, pushing your cheeks together. You swallow when you see the blind focused on watching you stretch.

"I love it

But Eijiro isn't satisfied with how you're trying to make your words get past from your lips

"Say it like you mean it doll, or I won't let your friend put it in"

You eye him dangerously, putting your lips even further before muttering a soft 'fine' -your redhead doesn't make a comment on your little attitude, probably because he's gotten what he's wanted from you- and Katsuki hisses, fisting his cock faster.

"I love it so much Katsuh"

"And Eiji- you mean. It's not only him that's here" Kirishima smirks and this time he pulls out of you, flipping your body so that your back is facing him. One hand comes to your wetness, spreading your lips apart, stretching you wide open "Try again" He lets go just for a moment, to slap your clit loosely. Once. Twice. Never ceasing when you whine. Your hips buck up towards Katsuki.

"Look at how nice I am, I even gave you a full view. Am I not?"

"You are Eiji. You're the best, the best. And I love this so much, I'm going to combust"

"Oh you will?" Katsuki interrupts, grunting when Kirishima pulls his dick closer to you, rubbing the head on your clit until Katsuki gets the hint. You let out a guttural groan at the feeling, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes from being too overstimulated for so long

"Yes baby, I will, just please"

"M going in-" Katsuki announces, earning a nod from Kirishima "If he won't let you come, then we don't listen to him 'kay?"

Kirishima chuckles at the one and bites the top of your ears dragging his tongue to the base of it- a warning- to not try and agree with what Katsuki's offering. And being obedient definitely pays off when you feel your boyfriend's head poke against your entrance.

It feels splitting and painful all at once; the tears in your eyes are pouring, and none of the caresses you're receiving is helping. You need time to adjust and both men provide that for you. Minutes pass spent with soft kisses. Kirishima sucking your neck and Bakugo kissing your breasts, the three of you making out- anything until you feel like you can get used to them.

And when you do, they go slow, each at their own pace, simultaneously hitting spots that you don't know could or should ever be hit at the same time.

"You good?" Both men ask and you have to gulp that frog that sits at the top of your mouth if you want to talk, but you can't. Your throat is too tight, your eyes are too watery

"Babe"

"Better than I thought I'd be actually"

You get lost in the haze of their hips, their thrusts and you can already feel Katsuki collapsing onto you, chasing his own pit of pleasure when it hits you. Your gut coming undone for the last time has your heart leaping and skipping beats; you hook your arm around Katsuki's neck, jumping up and down from how fast both men are thrusting into you and you bring your face to his, cooling your mouths together.

When he feels you clamp down on him -and Kirishima- he pulls out, rolls the condom off and strokes himself slightly. You whine at the sudden departure of him inside of you but you quickly clamp down on just your boyfriend, before feeling him shifting from underneath you, finally pushing down the small of your back. You take Katsuki into your mouth while Kirishima slaps your ass, thrusting fast and hard into you.

There's no sweet talk right now, authority and intimidation hiding away as satisfaction is being chased. Sloppily and not carefully at all. It's evident in how you're sucking Katsuki off. There's no consistency in your rhythm, you're squirming as Kirishima is slowing down before picking up his pace again, running his hands through your hair affectionately. When he comes, he coats your insides in white ropes of pleasure, riding off his orgasm softly, until he feels himself stop twitching.

By the time he pulls out you've made Katsuki come as well, hearing his high pitched grunts as he lets it all out in your mouth. Although this time you're not overwhelmed with the amount; it's his second round nonetheless.

Katsuki's hands don't cease to take this chance, even if they're awkward and shaking he's grabbing your cheeks squishing them just like Kirishima did a while ago and kisses you, poking his tongue in your mouth, moaning at his own taste, pulling your lips under his teeth.

You know your lips will be bruised by this. And you don't care. Because when he pulls back, Kirishima is kissing you as well, pulling you into his arms, caging you into his chest.

You even smile as tiny, peppery kisses are pressed onto your skin.

"You did so well" Kirishima smiles "you too Katsu, you both were amazing"

Katsuki smiles, popping onto the bed as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself onto you and Kirishima. He nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck and for the first time in a while he feels warm, content, calm and collected. Or so you think by the kiss that's planted onto your back by him.

It's tender and soft, mimicking Kirishima's but feeling nothing like your boyfriend's kisses at the same time. You collapse further into Kirishima's chest and he kisses the top of your hair and your cheek, mellowy.

"Wanna take a bath?" He suggests under his breath and both you and Katsuki nod, sinking further in the sheets with heavy eyes. Maybe when your feet won't feel like they'll betray you, you'll get up and have a warm bath, sandwiched between Katsuki and Eijiro, smothered in kisses, lathered in lavender soap, maybe you'll make a cup of chamomile for the three of of you and cuddle between them before you go to sleep.

Until then…

[dragongirl642]

If you are taking requests may I request some Heisenberg with a mute SO (maybe from an injury? Or trauma?) who, initially when they first met he thought they were too afraid of him to speak to him but eventually realised that no, they just CANT speak. Maybe they communicate through sign language instead?

Hi there 😎 To confirm, asks are open for head canons and mashups.

Thank you for the ask, I am thriving of this Heisenberg fix 😘

Discalimer: I am not mute and have never written a mute character before, I apologise for any inconsistencies or stereotypes that arise.

Here are some sfw headcanons for Heisenberg with a mute S/o (including their first meeting).

How he reacts to a first meeting depends on the situation.

If he meets you while doing his job as a Lord, e.g., kidnapping, after the lycan attack, or catching you somewhere you shouldn't be:

Heisenberg isn't surprised when you don't say anything upon meeting him. He knows the effect an unknown man wielding a giant hammer and levitating metal has on an unsuspecting person and can't help but grin at your shocked gasp and wide eyes.

However, he does want a reaction. You know how he just casually stands there and waits for a reaction from Ethan? That.

So he starts to get annoyed when you don't say anything.

No pleas for freedom? Sarcastic comebacks? Witty banter? This man thrives off of whatever communication he can get from anyone who isn't part of his 'family', so he gets angsty.

He will amp up the dramatics for a reaction - think flinging metal past you or holding shards to your neck with his abilities, "Well, are you not going to say anything?" "Cat got your tongue?"

But when you gesture frantically to your throat and mouth and sign at him, he freezes.

At the moment, using his voice is one of the only ways he can actually rebel against his 'family', so he immediately feels pity for you.

Depending on his mood, and whether any of the other Lords or Miranda has a spy nearby, he may shoo you away/point to an exit. But most likely he will either kidnap you to his factory, telling himself that he'll let you go later, or take you to the others anyway.

If he meets you before the incident, while taking one of his coveted jaunts to pub or walk through woods:

Just like in the other situation, he craves communication and reactions.

He is momentarily shocked when you reveal that you can't verbally communicate with him, but then tries to immediately show-off the little Romanian sign language he knows. (During his initial kidnapping and experimentation by Mother Miranda, he met and learned a few phrases from one of the other children and a maid). However, he quickly realises that it's not enough to have a full conversation; also, you might/probably sign in a different language/non-compatible variant (BSL, Auslan, ASL, SSl, etc...).

If you respond with enthusiasm to his attempts, he will be encouraged to seek out other means of holding a conversation, writing on a napkin, playing yes-or-no, and charades.

Will make a lot of jokes and innuendos about a common language that doesn't require talking. (Wink wink 😉😱 if you know what I mean)

He's surprised by how much fun he has talking to you and playing yes-no/charades. He doesn't want to leave but he will.

Will most likely hint that you should leave the area, believing you'll be safer away form the village. (Anyone would be).

Whilst in a relationship

As mentioned before, Heisenberg is very insecure and requires reassurance from his s/o that they want to stay with him. Establishing communication with his s/o is of paramount importance.

All the paper he owns always ends up oil-stained, ripped, or charred, but he somehow immediately finds a clean notepad and gifts it to you with a gilded quill. He may forget to provide ink at first, but he soon realises.

Alao, if you're used to modern conveniences, you may have to deal with a quill for awhile - Pens, what pens, all of his are chewed to oblivion and empty, same for his pencils, chewed and shattered. He searches for three hours across the whole factory before he realises he doesn't have a single working pen left and will go out to find more (or buy some of the duke).

He learns the sign language you use. Even though he's a fast learner, It's a slow process since the only material he has to learn with is a few scraps of paper from an outdated sign book, in the wrong language, and you.

When signing, his accent is a bit lazy (especially if he's working) and, if you teach him, he uses a lot of slang, for speed. Basically the signed equivalent of a stereotypical movie cowboy drawl.

Although he's adverse to physical affection anyway, especially at the start of the relationship, he gradually gets more needy with hand-holding and kisses.

Everytime you squeeze his hand in response to a question/statement, he raises your hand and kisses the palm. It makes conversations ten times as long but he won't stop no matter what.

Kisses your neck...a lot!

Definitely knows morse code. Builds a receiver set so you can message him anywhere in the factory. If you know it too, he's happy to respond to you tapping messages, and sometimes making cheeky jokes and innuendos from around a corner where you cant see him. If you don't, he'll teach you.

Also, morse code arguments...that almost always end in laughter if one of you taps out "don't yell at me".

Will try and build an arm-mounted typewriter for you...It doesn't go well.

One day when he's tinkering around making more headgear for a hauler he has an idea and excitedly rushes to find you. Just like how the headgear simulates brain activity, he offers to try and build a neural implant that will transmit your thoughts to a speaker.

He will mope around/sulk if you reject him, and start building it in secret. If you give in to his puppy eyes and agree he will throw himself into building it, but once he realises how intrusive/dangerous it will be for you, he stops and congratulates himself on keeping you safe (even though it was his idea in the first place).

If you're mute due to an injury, he will sometimes entertain the thought of building mechanical vocal chords.

If you're a selective mute, due to trauma, the first time he hears you speak (if you do), he starts crying. Definitely recorded you for playback later.

I think he is the Lord most likely to use the fact that you're mute against you in an argument. Either as an insult, or to gain the upper hand by tearing away whatever you're using for communication to silence you, e.g., taking away your paper, pinning your hands to the wall so you cant sign, etc...

He always regrets it though, and will try to apologise by being extra accommodating and making you gifts.

If he is in a tantrum, after coming back from a 'family' meeting, and there is metal flying everywhere, It will be even harder to get his attention than normal.

The first time this happened, he didn't realise you were there until a shard of metal sliced open your arm and you fell into some boxes stacked in the corner. Thr clatter, your tears, and the pained sound you made, brought him back to the moment and sent him straight into panic mode, he fussed over you for five hours with tears in his eyes; patching your arm, worrying over blood loss, holding your hand and refusing to let go.

He made a loud jangly bracelet or belt covered in bells and asked you to wear them. It took a while of steady convincing for him to realise this is going overboard.

However, despite your refusal, he knows the factory is a dangerous place and is terrified that you may one day be in danger and he wouldn't realise. (Even more so that he will be the one to hurt you).

He finds an airhorn, and also makes a panic button that will set off the factory's alarms, for you. Should you ever find yourself in danger, e.g., cornered by a lycan or soldat, there's an intruder, or you need to snap him out of an episode, you can just blow the horn/start the alarms and he'll come running.

He will sulk until you accept the panic button and try and hide it in your clothes, either with his powers or through 'surprise hugs' (which is instantly suspicious, because he's not the one to initiate hugs most of the time).

(I feel like he would make a panic button for a non-mute s/o too. Losing you is this man's biggest fear).

Whew...all done. 😅 Thank you again for the ask, it was eye-opening researching different types of sign language.

[jechristine]

I think the person saying the only thing keeping Sam Levinsons career afloat is nepotism and that he’s a problem for HBO is so interesting. I don’t think HBO would have given him another show if he was that big of a problem. I don’t think Zendaya or Sydney would be publicly praising him if he were a problem. Judd Apatow (Maude’s dad) recently did an interview praising the show AND Sam saying he doesn’t understand how he does it all. I don’t know that a dad would be praising his daughters boss publicly if he was such a problem (also let’s not forget that Euphoria was not Maudes first time working with Sam).

Let’s also talk about how Sam’s wife Ashley is his producing partner. They recently produced X, M&M, she produces Euphoria too, she produced Pieces of a Woman with Vanessa Kirby, which scored Kirby a Oscar nomination. She won a producing award with Z, was part of THR’s producing round table. I can’t imagine she would be on set and allow her husband and producing partner to have bad behavior. I think a lot of the discourse about Sam tbh is false narratives created by viewers/ fans who, rightfully so, weren’t thrilled about Euphoria S2. Sydney Sweeney said Sam was the best director she’s worked with and that his set is the safest she’s felt doing topless/ intimate scenes and her words were spun like she had to put Sam in his place for wanting her to be nude. Even Barbie had nice words for him and his work at the FYC event. Proving that it was probably just a creative disagreement, which is v common in Hollywood. Look at what’s happening with Fast & Furious….

I don’t think people have to like him/his work. I just think it’s bizarre that people have painted this man as a villain or a problem for HBO when that just doesn’t seem to be the case. I also don’t think HBO would GRANT the hiatus on The Idol for them to rework the end and then allow Sam to direct if he was such a big problem.

Well, I’m no Sam Levinson stan. True, I don’t think he’s a problem for HBO because, like I said, he got them ratings and buzz and may do so again in another show. As for him reworking The Idol—I don’t think we have many facts about what’s going on there, and it could be run-of-the-mill. I think Sam’s privilege combined with his past Euphoria success (which itself can never be extricated from his privilege) probably does get him a bit of extra leverage. Still, I wouldn’t call him a “villain” as I think he’s probably a complicated person like anyone with some good qualities.

I do think he showed himself in S2 to be a bad writer and sort of a pretentious, mastubatory director. I do think there’s enough evidence to suggest he may be at times unprofessional and disrespectful, even creepy, of his cast & crew’s bodies and time, probably with some notable exceptions like Zendaya (although I’m thinking of her birthday IG stories when she was waiting to take off for Venice, and I’m…wondering to what extent she’s 100% an exception).

I absolutely think Sydney and Barbie would lie through their teeth to publically praise Sam and their HBO experience, especially when trying to walk back…problematic overshares/leaks. They are not very established in their careers, and even rumors that they’re difficult to work with would end those careers immediately. I’m pretty nervous for Barbie, actually.

As for Judd Apatow—I think he’s a proud dad as he should be. I’ve enjoyed lots of his work, but he’s shown himself to be kind of up his own ass this year, so maybe not the most reliable narrator. Sam’s wife co-producing does not persuade me one way or another since I don’t know anything about her. (I don’t think Sam is being accused of assault or sexual harassment, exactly, is he?)

I think Zendaya has affection for Sam and she’s obviously grateful for her entire Rue experience for the reasons I mentioned. I didn’t see a full-throated defense of Sam in response to the many 2022 criticisms, however, but maybe I missed it. What I did hear between the lines, so to speak, was Zendaya sort of shifting to thinking of herself as more of Sam’s equal this time around, getting him to rewrite Rue’s story and other plot elements. Good for her.

[nsfwjjk]

take it, knj

you humiliated your boyfriend in front of his friends and told him your ex can fuck you better— when the truth was you boyfriend always fucked you good and hard.

⇥ pairing :  dom!namjoon x sub!reader

⇥ genre : smut, a lil bit of angst

⇥ word count : 2.1 k

⇥ warnings : bdsm, sex toys, restraint, overstimulation, oral (f.received), fingering, penetrate, unprotected sex, rough sex, kinky, spanking, punishment, pet names (slut etc)

⇥ safeword guide :

green - go for it

yellow - slow down

red - stop

➫ masterlist || © hardggukk 2020. Do not repost or modify

It was your fault. Indeed. You should not have told it to anyone and most importantly to your boyfriend’s friend. Kim Taehyung. Well, it was not hundreds percent his fault but if he didn't mention about you encountered with your ex during the dinner, you will never be in this position. You knew Taehyung didn't deliberately state about your ex in front of your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon considerate that you already told Namjoon about it but when he saw how you went surprised and Namjoon started to ask about what he talked left him baffled. Taehyung knew how Namjoon acted about you, how he detested when any guy eyed you, always so overprotective and possessive for what was him, and you was him. His everything.

You yelled at the sound of Namjoon kicked the door of his bedroom behind both of you, his hands still wrapped tight around your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut, your face strained and pale. You was not ready with whatever punishment he had inside his mind for you. You fucked up. So badly. You knew how much trouble you brought but you can’t help your thighs clenched and excited. After all, you loved to be treated like that. You could not fail to be stimulated with it. You kept your palm on his forearm, tried to loosen up his tight grip against your throat but to no avail, he choked you harder.

You deserved it. You knew no one even your ex can fuck you good like Kim Namjoon, himself but you dared. You dared him by saying ”Why you so jealous!? You afraid he could fuck me better than you!?”— most stupid things ever to say. Plus, to say it in front of your boyfriend’s friend madded him. It hurt his ego. You couldn't contain your anger when he started to think you acted sus when you exactly not, you didn't know why after three years with him he still not believe in you. You will never go to another guy except him. You knew how much your boyfriend drove you crazy and it will forever him.

You yelped when Namjoon pushed you on his bed, harsh. Your face met with the soft mattress at first along with your body, you got up immediately faced him as you crawled back. Your eyes followed every his movement as he strode towards his wardrobe, his hand reached the cabinet you wished he didn't, the drawer he kept his toy. He pulled the bottom drawer too hard until it was unattached from the furniture, he placed it on the floor harshly as it landed on the floor with a thump. Your heart thumped with fright, you never witness your boyfriend in a state like that.

”Namjoon!!” you shouted to bring his attention on you but when he turned his eyes on you, you could feel shivers ran down your spine as you sucked in deep breath. He was extremely enraged with you, his looks made you stopped in your tracks, the looks screamed ’you are going to take the punishment, there is no where out’.

”Don’t fucking open your mouth now.” He gritted his teeth, he paused for a second and whirled his feet towards you. You gulped your saliva to see him, you dazed as you stared at him walked at you. ”I don't want to hear any words coming out from your pretty fucking lips.” He warned.

His warned made your blood run cold, you couldn't predict what he will do to you but what you knew it will be hard. You blinked nervously when Namjoon reached the king-sized bed, he put his knee on the bed before yanked you by your ankle close to him. You shrieked but quick enough to shut up when his breath touched your face. You wanted to kiss him right away to calm him down but you freeze on the spot. It was like you didn't know who was the guy in front of you. ”You think your motherfucking ex fucked you better than me huh?” He said with an amused tone, his lips curved up to a wide smirk while his tongue pushed against his cheeks.

”N—No, it was a mistake, joonie. I d—don’t mean it like that,” You whispered up to him, even called him with favorite nickname but it seemed it was not even helped that time when you tried to reach his cheek but he slapped your hands away before grabbed your chin.

”All I ask from you is some loyalty and speak about whatever you think can bring you into this position, tsk but seeing who bratty you are even when I gave you punishment after punishment, you still choose this option. Am I too easy on you? Is that it?”

He brought his hands around your throat and choked it like a piece of the necklace he didn't want to take off from you. You breathed deeply as you looked up at him before your eyes followed his other hand went under your skirt, you gasped when he pushed his fingers inside of your entrance over your silk panties. You reached over his wrist but his glare enough to make you pulled back your hand instead gripped the mattress however you still wanted to try your luck as you attempted to scoot away from him but he slapped your thighs hard, you yelped and looked down on your thighs which get redden, Namjoon’s handprint even plastered on your skin.

”Don’t move. I warned you. You will sit here like a good slut you are and I will use your body like how I wanted. I will show you there is nobody who can fuck you as I do,” Namjoon said the words slow with his deep voice as his fingers pushed his fingers inside of you through your silk panties. You let out a moan at the weird feeling he gave you, you could feel your wetness gushed out from you began to seep through the silk fabric. Namjoon chuckled in mockery when he pulled out his fingers and rubbed his index fingers with his thumb to feel your wetness. ”You love it, dont you? When I treated you like this. Did he make you feel like this huh, pretty slut?”

Your moans got louder than before when he tapped your clit, you gasped at how incredible and amazing the man in front of you. He even can find your clit without even need to look and bother to open your panties. You froze at your spot as he left you like that went back to the broken drawer, you shook your eyes when you saw what things Namjoon reached to use on you. ”Yes, you are going to wear this.”

You were out of words, your boyfriend never had used it on you and never you experienced to be used with it even how bad and bratty your attitude sometimes; well a lot of times but Namjoon never once used it on you, you scampered back but Namjoon was faster enough to catch you by your ankle and immediately cuffed both your ankle with the spreader bar.

You wriggled your legs struggled to escape but you were shocked when it went even wider. ”Oh, you didn't know how this works since I have never used it on you but it's okay today you will found out.” You didn't like the mockery tone in Namjoon’s voice. You stared back at him as he walked around the bed towards your left and before you could even blink, Namjoon had pushed the button, button to get out the chains from his head bed. ”Urgh-Namjoon!!” You yanked your wrist from the cuffs attached to the chains but your legs got pulled as well made the spreader bar widened.

Your position on his bed like an alphabet x, your legs and arms prohibited her to move any muscle of your body. Your eyes helplessly followed Namjoon who smirked at you as he gazed at every inch of your body. His gaze enough made you felt like you were naked but you were still in your clothes. You were about to open your lips but Namjoon next action appalled you when he gripped the spreader bar and twisted your body before he pushed it to the front made your ass raised by him, the way he wanted.

You screamed when Namjoon gave a harsh slap to your ass as the sound of it echoed through his master bedroom. ”I’m so sick about your attitude.” That was what he said before he pulled your panties, left them above your knees as you felt his clothed bulge aligned against your ass. You shuddered when Namjoon gave a sharp slap against your folds, coated your wetness with his fingers. You sure Namjoon’s friends outside heard how harsh and loud his slap. ”You made me treated you like this slut.” He groaned before giving another slap.

You whimpered against the sheet as you fisted them, before you could process anything Namjoon had your eyes rolled back when he without any notice had pulled on the band of his sweat before plunged inside of your entrance. Moans slipped out your lips when he started to thrust, didn't even bother to let you used for his massive size like always instead he fucked so hard, rough, fast. Namjoon’s hip met your ass brutally, he gripped the side of your booty as he groaned. ”Tell me how he fucked you.” He demanded, his voice full of anger and jealousy. Your voice stuck in your throat by how vigorously your boyfriend's hip smacked against you.

You didn't realize when Namjoon let go of your cuff out frrom the chains when he gave another harsh smack on your butt, gripped your hair as it pulled you up. ”Tell me how he fucked you.” This time his hoarse voice lowered but enough to see how furious he was with you not reply to him. He yanked your hair, rest it on his shoulder as he whispered into your ears. Your back arched, allowed him to went deeper inside of you. You shook your head, refused to answer back to him but it infuriated Namjoon. He disliked when you didn't answer him, that was the reason you got treated like that by him. Just because you didn't answer a simple question and started to act suspicious by trying to mix up the real topic with him being possessive of you. He wouldn't if you told everything to him.

”Namjoon—” You barely can speak as your body struggled to take each intense thrust from him. He slapped your butt again, even harder than before. You screamed so loud by that. His rough action made your body shivered and it scared you. Your body fell forward as you cant hold your weight anymore, you knew he had strong stamina more than any ordinary man had, his cock plunged inside of you with the same rhythm, it never slowed down. ”Namjoon-” you called out his name again, begged for his mercy.

A high, squeaky moan left your throat. ”Tell me. Tell me all the ways he made you cum, slut. Tell me.” Namjoon urged, your body trembled as you gripped the sheets harder. His thrust so wild, the room filled with his skin slapped against yours and the bed frame hit the wall until you can see the mark it left against it. ”Tell me,” Another slap on your ass. ”Did he know you liked to be yelled at? Did he know you liked it rough and how you liked it to be in pain?” His voice had become increasingly strident, you flinched a slap from Namjoon made touch to your ass. You screamed as you tried to reach your ass to cover it but Namjoon reached your wrist and lock both of them behind your back. ”Did he know how to fuck you right? Did you know how to make your pretty pussy squirted?” His voice was raspy as he asked you that, you were more than turned on. His cock slide in out of you so easily because of your wet ass pussy, he pushed your lower back made your cunt went higher, changed his angle as he propped up his right legs and hit the spot that drove you crazy.

As soon as he changed his position, you felt your core began to clench around his massive cock made you rolled your eyes as your jaw dropped. ”Yeah, that spot right there. I’m the only one who knows that spot, Im the only want can make you do that when I want to...” Namjoon started to speed up and went even harder, your body rocked forward and back as your ass bounced with each rammed into you. ”...I’m the only one who knows how it feels when your pussy tightens like how it is now, how your ass clenched together and I know that means that beautiful pussy is going to make a mess for daddy.”

He was right. Whatever he said was right. No one was better than him. You were foolish to say your ex can fuck you better when you know he couldn't even last for one minute. You were so mad at Namjoon for accused you fucked your ex that night you guys chilled at the bar, you just said everything came to your mind and a part of you wanted to test him. You let out a loud moan as he shoved his cock again and again at your sweet spot. Your toes squirmed together as you panted, let Namjoon took over your body. He pulled out of you and ran his cock up and down your slit before you squirted. ”Yeah slut just like that,”

You were still in above ecstasy, the feelings of pleasure overtook every bone in your body even so before you could think Namjoon firmly placed his fingers into of you, your tightened your pussy didn't want his fingers to be shoved inside of you but not that he minded when he forced his two fingers went inside. Your squirted ran down your thighs as Namjoon moaned, enjoyed the sight in front of him. ”That’s what I fucking thought, look at these pretty mess. Did he ever make you did that, baby girl? hmm?” Namjoon moved his third fingers inside of you along with his other two fingers caused you to screech with discomfort.

”Fuck! Namjoon! Okay.” You yelled out, you couldn't handle the overstimulation after yoh had squirted out. You felt your eyes threatened to cry as you sensed the sharp sting of tears inside your orbs. ”Answer me.” Namjoom commanded. His raspy voice sent shivered down to your body. ”No! He didn't!” You screamed and gasped at how Namjoon kept his motions fast, didn't gave you any sort of break at all.

”Tell me how many times do you think I can make you cum in one night?” His fingers took the toll on your brains, continued to move in and out of you. ”How many times until you can't take it anymore?” His voice was rough with barely suppressed fury. He propelled his hip harder, you felt light-headed with the tremendous amount of pleasure and stimulation given to you. You felt wobbly on your legs, your body was almost worn out that your knees can't support your ass up however Namjoon noticed it and circled his arms around your hips pull your body up, his thrust had never wavered. Your eyes rolled back as your mouth agape and you reluctantly took every of his hard thrust.

”Fuck. I don't know.” You mumbled shakily, your face pressed against the mattress. Your replied aggravated Namjoon, he reached your clit and made a rigid circles on it. ”Fucking take it like a good slut.” His voice became a husky, erotic whisper. You had become fatigued after two times orgasms and you even had squirted but Namjoon not even once showed sign he will stop soon. Namjoon let out a final angry moan as he pulled out of you, left your hole empty. You shrieked when Namjoon turned your front body faced the ceiling with the spreader.

”Namjoon, please I’m sorry.” You apologized as your teary eyes met him when he flipped you over, but his eyes so cold and dark. He was not showing any emotions as he got up from the back, You looked up at Namjoon bare body as it glistened because of his sweat under his warm white lamp. You were also drenched with sweat, your hair stucked everywhere on your face.

”I don’t fucking care.” A deep growly voice of him replied to you. He leaned down on you as he moved the strings of your hair out from your face, your eyes wandered on his expressionless face to beg some mercy but he didn't even look at you. He then walked towards the damaged drawer, your eyes widened when he pulled out a vibrator from it. He walked back towards you and attached the cuff on both of your wrists against the chain again. ”Did he ever make you cum with his tongue, baby? Slip his tongue inside of the slutty hole until you quivered?”

You moaned louder when he placed the vibrator directly on your clit. Your body reflected the sudden sensations as you moved backward on the bed. Namjoon cocked his head to the side in disappointment as he pulled your legs with the spreader bar kept you under his control and set the vibrator at the highest peak of level, you cried out at it and wanted to keep your legs shut from him. ”Stop struggling.” Namjoon warned you before he attached his lips down on your hole. You tightened as the combination of the vibrator and his tongue made you shuddered. Your nerve was on the edge already from your previous orgasm, it won't take you a long to reach the climax again.

Namjoon’s tongue opened you up for him, allowed him more access inside of you as his saliva mixed up with your slick. He pulled away momentarily, took a look at you, somehow enjoyed to see you struggled. Your head was thrown back against the mattress, your back arched as you bit your lips harshly enough to cut them with your teeth. He kept the vibrator in place abruptly, positioned the vibrator on your small bundle of nerves that held so much pleasure to you. You could already tell you were way oversensitive as Namjoon watched you intently, knew that it wouldn't be that long until you come undone.

”Look at you slut-you don't even dare to talk like that to me now,” Namjoon chuckled, arched his eyebrows before bringing his lips to your core again as he moved his tongue in and out of you, slow and deliberate. ”I won’t! I promise!” You screamed, battled with such intense pleasure you underwent. You fisted your palm together, your body spasmed violently and your pussy clenched jointly as you splurted your cum. Namjoon smiled against your core, still kept the vibrator at your clit and his tongue still worked on your hole. ”How many times is that? You are going to count it for me.” Namjoon ordered.

”three! three-oh my god!” You choked out your saliva, Namjoon took the vibrator away as he stood up. A rush of relief filled you but only for a second before he pushed two fingers inside of you and started to move. You inhaled a sharp breath, you can't take it anymore, your pussy started to sting after all the pleasure. ”Namjoon! Stop please!” You yelled out again as your hole squirmed against his fingers.

”I won't stop until this pretty pussy stops reacting.” Namjoon exclaimed with his deep voice. He gripped your inner thighs firmly as he plunged in and out his fingers inside your hole. ”Baby-” You whined, a stream of tears fall from your eyes, you pussy still gave him reaction as he eyed you closely. After a quiet second, you stopped clenching when your fourth orgasm reached. You sighed as you closed your eyes, your chest fell up and down tried to breathe properly, you thought he was done with you but you were wrong when he opened the cuff but still left the spreader bar locked and carried you up as he pushed you against the large mirror adorned the side of his master bedroom. ”Namjoon please. Please,” You begged, your eyes still produced tears as it fell on your cheeks.

Namjoon looked up and look at your face through the mirror as he warned, ”Stop crying, slut.” Your legs trembled, your palms rested on the mirror. You cursed out when Namjoon shoved his massive, thick cock inside your throbbed hole. He was not giving you any break at all, each snap of his thrust brought you pleasure mixed with pain. You wanted him to stop but at the same time your pussy called for him, you decided to shut your eyes as you tried to focus on the pleasure. You yelped when Namjoon spanked your booty, ”Open your eyes baby, look how wrecked you are now.”

You opened your eyes immediately as you stared at him through the mirror. At this point you cant denied, he was the only one who can fuck you right, he was the only want who can treat you like that, who you put enough trust to do you as he wanted. You moaned again when Namjoon threw his head back, his mouth gaped open as he let out a deep groan and moaned. He looked so scary but at the same time so intimidating and so attractive. His movement still at the same pace, rough and fast. The pain started to develop inside your body, you clenched your palm into fists. ”yellow.” you muttered under your breath.

Namjoon gave a soft kiss on your shoulder as he kept going to reach his climax, you felt yourself tighten again. ”Good girl.” Namjoon praised softly, his palm rubbed your red ass. You moaned same goes to him when he splurged his cum inside of you, he stayed still for a moment, cockwarmed inside of you. You gasped stared at your pussy surged with his cum and yours as it trailed down to your tight. Your body almost gave up at the moment but Namjoon reached your body immediately. He carried you as he laid you down on his bed, you tried to catch your breath.

You got distracted when Namjoon walked away after giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. What was he doing? You were surprised when he turned around to see a dildo in his grasp. He grabbed you closer to him with the spreader bar before pulling it up made your legs widen and your pussy spread for him. It was crazy how you still can think how hot Namjoon right then, his built arms flexed when he grasped up the spreader. He looked at your hole before averting his eyes on you briefly and pushed the dildo inside of your core, your hands instantly wanted to reach your pussy but Namjoon’s glare halted your moves. Namjoon chuckled as he pushed in and out the dildo inside your pussy, ”Look at this dildo fucking my slut pretty pussy, my cum looked hot inside your hole, baby. This pussy is mine, do you understand?”

”Yes! It's yours!” You squealed helplessly, you squirmed when Namjoon pushed the spreader higher. Your ass practically hanged against the mattress, he gave a push of the dildo into you forcefully. You moaned when he turned it on, your mind went insane by the dildo vibrated inside you wildly. ”Fuck! Baby!” You yelled as you tried to clench your thigh but the restraint kept them opened. ”How many times now?” Namjoon asked, your voice stuck at your throat. Namjoon disliked it when you didn't answer him as he pushed the dildo further inside you. ”Four!” you replied.

Namjoon nodded, he stayed there, just let the dildo inside of him made all work for him. His right hand went up and grasped the spread bar, he smirked as he gazed down at you as you squirmed and moaned, begged his mercy but Namjoon just stayed there hold the spreader up with both of his hands and watched you rode your fifth orgasm. ”Namjoon, please... I beg you to stop, It's too much,”

”I will stop until you knew the weight your words have,” He replied, his eyes enjoyed how wrecked you looked under his gaze. ”Namjoon!” you were getting angry at the moment, ”Baby please I’m sorry okay, I didn't mean it!”

That got his attention as he crouched down, gripped your chin and stared deep inside of your orbs. ”I know you didn't but I have to make sure you won't talk like that to me again. You both know, I’m the only one for you.” His words made you angry but you can't stop your stomach coiled up, you felt butterflies from it. ”I’m the only want who can treat you like this and giving you satisfaction.” You yelled when Namjoon pushed the dildo inside of you again as it became slippery because of the cum stuffed inside of you. ”Please take it out!” You screamed, you cant held it anymore.

To your surprise Namjoon muttered ’okay’, you were relieved at second but gasped when he pushed the spreader higher to the air as he removed the dildo but pushed his hard cock inside of you. ”Namjoon! Stop!” You had tears rolled down your cheeks.

”You know your safe word.” He replied as he looked down at you, pushed his hips inside of you roughly. Your moaned became louder as the pain started to approach you. He gave a few more thrusts inside of you then replaced his cock with his fingers. Your orgasm started to swell again, you pushed his wrist off from your hole, Namjoon shook his head at your moves. He put the spreader bar down before he slapped your face, ”Stop fighting and take this like a good slut, baby.”

This time Namjoon shoved his cock inside of you, he snapped his hips into you, he supported his weight with his arms beside your face as he plunged inside of you so rough. His hard breath fanned your face, he then pulled out again from you then reached down and pushed his three fingers inside of you. You screamed and shut your eyes as you felt another orgasm came. Namjoon pulled out his fingers when he felt like your orgasm started to reach and placed his dick inside of you. ”Come around my cock like a good whore.” Namjoon groaned.

Your hands tried to push his chest off from you but to no avail he didn't move at all instead pushed his dick inside of you so rough, ”Namjoon stop!” you begged, your body tried to fight him. Your orgasm started to reach again but Namjoon kept thrusted his hip. You can’t do it anymore. Your breathe quickened, ”Namjoon!” you screamed out, wished he pulled out but Namjoon gave a kiss on your forehead still thrusted like a wild animal. ”Namjoon!” you yelled again. ”Red”

”What?” Namjoon abruptly stopped his movements, baffled by what you said. His grip on your hip loosened a bit, he looked down at you with confusion. You never once used those words every since you and him together, he knew you liked it but today he heard those words. ”Red!” You repeated, your eyes shut as tears rolled down your cheeks left him shocked, he slowly took his cock out of you, afraid if he took it out abruptly your body will ache even further.

”Shit! What is hurt baby?” He crouched down on the floor opened the restraint from you. You immediately brought your legs up as you curled up against the mattress, you broke down and sobbed like a child. You brought your hands to your aching private part, put on the pressure against it to lessen the pain. Ykh was in great pain, Namjoon didn't hurt you but it was too much, you couldn't take the overstimulation.

”Baby, what do you need? What can I do for you?” Namjoon panicked, he felt guilty about the way he had treated her. He should not punish you that hard, he knew you already apologize but he was too angry, he wanted you to know you were him, he never wanted to make you hurt. ”I-I don't know,” you chocked on your tears made Namjoon ashamed by himself. Namjoon quickly stood up and took the comforter he had thrown earlier before he punished you on the floor and wrapped your body with it.

”Please, don’t cry, baby,” Namjoon wiped your tears as he kissed your shoulder from the back, ”I’m sorry, I had hurt you, I’m so sorry, Princess.” Namjoon caressed your hair as he nibbled your earlobe nonstop whispered sorry, you felt sorry for him. He didn't even hurt you, you were just too sore to take the punishment.

”No, Namjoon, you didn't hurt me. I was too sore, I promised you I enjoyed it,” You slowly turned your body to him and wrapped his naked body with the comforter as well, you rested your head on his chest. ”I’m sorry.”