#thinking about roughly finishing them in word count order

[angelicsentinel]

Roughly the state of my current unfinished posted WIPs while I was doing some clean up in the spreadsheet I use to keep track of my fic. Most of these will be finished aside from ghost story. That's the only one I'm considering abandoning. (Naturally, I'd post the outline)

This doesn't count unfinished unposted WIPs or one shots in a series.

[musings-of-a-college-dork]

First Time With Someone Like You…

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader, brief mentions of Billy x reader

Word count: roughly 10.1K

Eddie and his girlfriend finally put a label on it at last and now they’re feeling ready to take another new step together.

Warnings: NSFW (Minors do not interact), oral (f receiving), protected p in v sex, mentions of kinky shit but no kinky shit, reader’s first time having sex, inexperienced reader, terms of endearment (baby, pretty girl, sweetheart), AFTERCARE INCLUDED BECAUSE YES, fluffy sweet sex. 

Author’s note: I got a message the other day from @wdsara48 sending some very sweet thoughts about Bumpy Ride which is my other NSFW piece currently published and asking if I had ever written Eddie with an inexperienced reader and yes I have! This is that piece! It's again part of the same longer work that most of my Eddie stuff is from! Anyway it's on the longer side and I hope you all enjoy!

The Hideout was never a big spot, never drew a big crowd, but recently Corroded Coffin had managed to get a bigger gig - a going away party for a good friend of Gareth’s. The group had all banded together in order to make sure their setlist was flawless, down to a t, and needless to say, it had paid off. 

Corroded Coffin had just finished their rendition of “Jessie’s Girl”, which had left the crowd more than satisfied and their pockets heavier than usual as they began packing up their belongings. Music blared over the speakers, although it was nothing compared to them live. Eddie was also a little stoked on the premise that his girlfriend was here - something that always made him excited. Up until this point, they had never said the words to each other and had never put an official title on it but now…tonight they were ready to introduce her to the band as the girlfriend. People were still laughing and talking, but Y/N and her friend Jude who she had come with weren’t quite ready for the party to be over.

 “Hey Y/Nnnnnn”, Jude sang as they ran up and poked their friend. “Jonathan’s going to drive Nancy, Robin, and I home. Do you want to come?” 

“Oh,” Y/N said as she looked between her friend and the boy she was now thrilled to call her boyfriend, before shaking her head, “Thank you but…I think I have other plans. I appreciate it though! Have fun! And be safe!” She tacked on to the end despite herself. Jude engulfed her in one last hug. 

“You little freak “ they whispered, before heading out the door with the rest of their friends. Eddie was closing his guitar case and walked over to the bar to collect a few last donations people had left for the band. Once he gathered his money, he smiled and jogged to Y/N.

“Hey you”, he looked down at her. 

“Hey there yourself,” she laughed as she took one of his hands into hers, “You put on a remarkable show Munson. Really.” He blushed.

“What can I say?,” He took a pause before asking, “Seriously, what can I even say to you right now? I’m getting so distracted.”

“Maybe brief introductions to your bandmates who I don’t know and then…” Y/N had to take a little breath to gain the courage to ask, “We go back to yours?” Eddie looked into her eyes with disbelief. He grabbed her hand and started fiddling with her fingers out of nerves.

“For sure, yeah. They’ve been dying to meet you”, he said absent-mindedly, as he pulled her over to the boys sitting on the stage. “Hey fellas, there’s someone I want for you to meet”, Eddie beamed. Y/N stood at his side, his hand still in hers as she gained the attention of his bandmates. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I’m Eddie’s girlfriend.” God did it feel good to say it at last. The band stood in stillness. 

This stillness lasted for eternity. 

Gareth and Jeff looked at each other, trying too hard to hide their smile. Finally, Harrison broke the silence.

“Wow…” he cleared his throat. “ That’s… excuse me….that’s really cool.”

“Yeah, it’s nice to finally meet this girl that Eddie hasn’t been able to shut up about, since the beginning of summer,” Jeff reached out to shake her hand. Y/N let go of Eddie’s hand to return it only for Eddie to take the free hand on the other side of her with a little squeeze.

“It’s equally as nice to meet his wonderful bandmates at last,” Y/N said, returning the hand squeeze with one of her own. 

“Honestly we thought he was making you up,” leaned Harrison, who leaned on the mic stand in order to properly shake his head. 

“Oh really?” Y/N laughed as she looked at Eddie, “He made me sound too good to be true?” 

“You would not believe it. He said you were hotter than Phobe Caits,” Jeff laughed. “Which you actually are,” Eddie turned to face Jeff with a look on his face that spelled out danger, “Respectfully,” Jeff modified with his hands up in the air.

“No one is actually hotter than Phobe Caits,” Y/N said with a smile, “But I appreciate the compliment. Well, I don’t mean to keep you all from cleaning up, let me know if I can help but if not, I’ll just wait until you’re done.” 

“Hey, no worries at all. Just enjoy the music, we’d be happy to give you a ride home,” Harrison said. 

“Considering that I am the one that drove you gentlemen here, I’ll be the one to offer,” Eddie said with a hint of agitation in his voice. He faced Y/N and winked. “The ride offer is also extended to you. We won’t be very long. Right men?”

“Right,” they barked. Y/N decided to let them work and headed to take a seat at the bar until they were done packing up, enjoying the people still partying around her. It wasn’t very long at all before Eddie slid up next to her.

“Hey,” he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear, “Just so you know I didn’t do anything tonight. Like, I’m sober. In case you wanted a ride home. Scout’s honor,” he smiled and put up his hand. “And I am totally down for if you want to come over, but if you….” he faded.

“I really would like to if you want,” Y/N said softly, “I am sober too. I had half a drink and called it quits and…I want that but only if you do.” 

“Legendary,” he chuckled. He took her hand. “By the way, my van smells like armpits because of those little shits. Just so we’re clear,” he led her to the door of the bar. He took her hand and led her out of the bar and towards his van parked at the very edge of the parking lot.

“And the smell of weed?” Y/N teased completely as she enjoyed their hands swinging back and forth together. 

“Yeah…that’s me,” he chuckled as they got closer to the car. “You don’t mind it too much?”

“It’s ok, I’ll just have to sit closer to you since I like the smell of your cologne,” she smiled, making his heartbeat pick up.

“Damn,” he opened the car door for her, and offered his help, “you’re making me feel like a princess tonight.” 

“Simply trying to return the favor since you always make me feel that way,” she beamed at him as she got in the car before the rest of the band brought their stuff out and began loading it in. He shut the door gently behind her and continued to hold her hand through the window. He kissed her hand gingerly and then simply leaned against the rearview mirror, gazing at her. He completely ignored his band’s cries for help and complained. He just sat and looked at her. 

“Nice view?” She asked without looking at him. He said nothing. He lost his smile. His face turned into something else. Before Y/N knew it, he was kissing her more passionately and carefully than she had ever been kissed. 

“EDDDDIIIIIEEEEE” the band cried together. He parted from her regretfully and took one last look in her eyes before he continued onto the driver's side. Y/N was absolutely breathless as she processed it with all her fingertips coming up to trace over her lips. Eddie was opening the driver’s side door before she knew it and she had long forgotten his bandmates were present.

“Do me a favor baby and buckle up,” he said as he reached over and buckled Y/N’s seatbelt for her before not buckling his own, “it’s gonna be a bit of a rough ride.” 

“Hey Eddie, are there seat belts back here?” asked Harrison.

“Nope.” Eddie turned on the ignition and pulled out of the space, “Clench your butt cheeks to the seats and shut the hell up!”

Eddie drove as recklessly as possible, having absolutely no regard for the safety of his fellow bandmates… only becoming careful when he remembered Y/N was in the car. 

“Get out” he would say as he pulled up to their house. 

“I had fun Eddie,” they would say sheepishly.

“Out!”

Finally, when the last member had been dropped off, Y/N could watch the tension leave Eddie’s shoulders. 

“They’re good friends, huh?” She asked. 

“They are,” Eddie pulled his van into reverse and sped off the road towards his castle, “They’re young and can be idiots though.”

The pair fell into a comfortable silence until Eddie deemed that as usual, he had something more he needed to say.

“I am beyond proud to be your boyfriend,” He started making Y/N smile, “But I think, for your sake, we should come up with some kind of protocol. I’m not sure if you’d want anyone else to know that we were dating. It could ruin your reputation.” Y/N looked over at him as he drove, processing for a minute. 

“Respectfully, Eddie, I don’t care about my reputation. But…I do understand if you care about yours,” she said honestly, “I mean having me as your girlfriend kinda ruins the scary guy who hates everyone thing you’ve got going.” 

Eddie shook his head and gripped her thigh tighter. “Believe me, if I had things my way I wouldn’t be thought of as scary. People just fear what they can’t understand. And for everyone else in this dumb hick town, I am an enigma.” He pulled into a lot that had multiple trailers and drove slowly. He pulled up to his Uncle’s trailer and turned off his headlights. “I’m saying that it could be potentially dangerous for you. You could be the target of a lot of hate and gossip. Just promise me you will think about this….” Y/N felt her heart break for him just a tiny bit as she looked at him. Taking his face into her hands and turning her to look at him she nodded.

“I will. I promise,” she placed a soft kiss on his cheek which made him melt, “Thank you for taking care of me.” 

“I got you,” He murmured softly, “Always.” Y/N beamed as she leaned over and kissed him on the lips gently before pulling away. He let out a light giggle before he practically leapt out of the car and scurried to open her door for her. “M'lady," he offered her his hand. She giggled as she took it and allowed him to help her out of the car, shutting the door behind her. 

“Thanks, Eddie.” 

“It’s actually Sir Eddie, to be precise, Lady L/N '', he led her to the front door, puffing his chest out to be the most chivalrous version of himself that he could be. 

“Yes sir,” Y/N said with a laugh as she headed up the steps to stand beside him. Hearing this gave Eddie superhuman strength and he bounded up the stairs to open the door for him. Good to note, Y/N thought to herself.

“Just so you know, my Uncle works nights and I think he’s staying with his girlfriend tonight,” Eddie opened the door and bowed to let her in first. 

“That’s probably for the best,” Y/N said as she stepped inside. She admired the place, the hats that lined the walls, the countertop filled with stuff, and how warm it felt instantly, the warm lighting making her feel at ease. “I mean… never mind,” she cut herself off and stepped fully inside, pushing nerves and fear of saying the wrong thing aside.

“Sorry about the mess,” Eddie said as he moved some things here and there as Y/N continued to take it all in. She thought for a split second he maybe hadn’t heard her remark from before but as he turned to her she knew he had, “And don’t make me laugh. You know what we’re about to do”, he grabbed her hand and pulled her to the left of the trailer into the far right room. “This is me”, he opened the door for her, revealing his bedroom. 

“Wow,” Y/N said, admiring how eclectic it was. The walls were crammed with stuff and despite things being fairly clean, she could tell the place was usually messy. 

Maybe I wasn’t the only one hoping for this, Y/N thought as she looked around, admiring the photos and band posters as she stepped all the way into Eddie’s room, missing that he closed the door behind and leaned against it as he watched her. Without thinking much about it she pointed to the blank spot on the wall which was remarkably out of place with the rest of the decor. 

“For your guitar?” She asked. 

“Oh yeah!” He nodded as he took a step off the wall, his eyes trained on Y/N, “You should meet her sometime. Her name’s Roxie and she has the clarity of an angel. But she’s out in the van and…. I don’t feel like she’s my main focus right now”, he grabbed her waist and pulled her in so that her back was pressed against his chest drawing a gasp from her as he moved her hair to expose her neck to him, “No offense Roxie,” he whispered before placing a kiss on Y/N’s neck softly and delicately to test the waters.

“Very respectful of you to leave her in the van when having another woman over,” Y/N teased as she leaned into him, head tilting back to rest on his chest, giving him permission to continue. He smirked and complied leaving another, and another. 

“She’s a strong and independent woman. I guess I have a type”, he said as his hands slid down her waist, giving a little squeeze to her hips. “I’d never leave you in a car though, to be clear,” Y/N laughed out loud as she slipped off her jacket. 

“I appreciate it,” She said as she turned to face him. “Eddie, I just want to say if you have any hesitati-”. He picked her up between her legs and threw her on the bed. She would have bounced but before she could Eddie wrapped his arms around her thighs, effectively pinning her hips down as he looked at her from between her legs, kneeling on the ground still. He looked at her for a moment before confessing with a sigh, “I’m hesitating like crazy.”

“Because…?” Y/N prompted as she sat up just a bit to be closer to him. He grabbed her wrists and threw them back on the mattress, positioning himself comfortably on top. He paused and looked at her for a moment before his expression shifted and he let out a sigh as he sat up to kneeling, leaning back on his hands. 

“I…I’m gonna be honest here and vulnerable and stuff,” he said, trying to keep his demeanor casual but Y/N could tell he was being serious, “But I’ve never been with someone I actually care for in the way I care about you. Most people want to hook up with me - get the town freak’s dick, learn a bit about themselves so they can get off, and leave - and that’s fine but…I guess I’m worried that since I’ve never been with anyone I cared about beyond wanting to learn…well stuff…I won’t compare to Hargrove,” he said with a little look down before shaking his head, “Which is stupid I know-”

“I wouldn’t know what Billy is like,” Y/N cut him off as she sat up. Eddie looked at her and raised a brow. 

“But you…” Eddie’s eyes went wide as he looked at her, “You and Billy never did it?”

“Nope,” Y/N said, not meeting his eyes, “We did not…we just…made out a couple of times…” His expression changed, it lightened. 

“Oh,” he slowly rubbed the sides of her thighs back and forth. “So… and correct me if I’m wrong. This would be your first?”

“Yes,” She said, looking at him because if she couldn’t admit to him she wanted him to be her first she didn’t deserve to have him as such, “It would be.” He leapt up with a drive she knew only from days when he was really pumped for Hellfire. 

“Well, then this is ALL WRONG”, he paced back and forth looking for something. “Hmmm.” He stopped when he saw his stereo. “Well, we obviously need music,” he smirked and bolted to his cassette shelf, diving in and throwing random tapes on the wall. 

“No! Seriously?” Y/N asked as she sat up, laughing as she took the time to examine his room a bit more to distract herself from the nerves, “Eddie I don’t think that’s…” Her eyes caught on a metal shiny piece hanging from the wall near where he was searching for music and she felt her breath catch in her throat. Why did he have those? Just then “I’m On Fire”, by Bruce Springsteen. The soft guitar played through the speakers as Eddie tried to diffuse the tension. 

“Oh,” he ran to his desk and ripped out a piece of notebook paper. He went to work doing something on it, but Y/N was all too distracted by the handcuffs on the wall. He finally turned around and offered her an origami rose made out of said notebook paper. “Next time, I’ll get you a bunch. Sorry, I only had one,” he sat on the bed next to her and brushed her hair aside, drinking her presence. “Whatcha looking at?”. 

“Nothing,” she said far too quickly as she turned back to him, beaming at the rose and at him. “That’s impressive,” She said, trying to clear her mind and focus on how sweet he was being, despite her stomach being in knots. 

“Well, middle school Munson didn’t have the musical talent or sexual prowess that he does now. So…. I… spent all my time making origami.” Y/N laughed out loud, a smile coming to her face.

“That’s sweet,” She admitted, “Do you do this for all the girls?” She said in an attempt at an old cheesy line, batting her eyes in a mock manner. 

“The other girls haven’t seen my bedroom”, he replied matter-of-factly. Y/N sat in silence, her eyes wide as she took in that information.

“Oh,” was all she managed, her mind drifting back to the handcuffs as she went red. Is that because he has his personal stuff here? Maybe it’s because he didn’t want them to know him…does he want me to know him? Her mind raced and he could tell by the hazy look on her face. 

“You like that?” He got up and started walking towards the wall. He looked back at her with a knowing smile. 

“Yes,” she said, completely honest, “Not to sound like a cliche but…it makes me feel…special-god, that’s such a shit thing to say-”

“Oh no, not at all,” he smirked getting closer to the wall, “I like them too. I only break them out for special occasions.” 

“Oh!” Y/N said quickly as she looked at him, “No, I didn’t mean…I meant that no one else has been here…I didn’t…” 

“Hm?'' he scrunched his face as he turned to look at her again, his hands coming to rest on his heart in mock pain. “I’m surprised at you, L/N. Do you not like it?” He pointed to the Metallica poster right next to the handcuffs. “I thought you loved Metallica- Oh did you think I was talking about…” he trailed off, trying to feign, trying to read her thoughts on the handcuffs matter. But genuinely, he was curious despite the fact he was teasing her to put her at ease. 

He hadn’t considered that they would use those ever, especially not for her first time. He didn’t mind if Y/N was vanilla which would have been his guess looking at her. Sure, she could and did talk back from time to time, something he adored, but he wouldn’t have pinged her as being kinky. But Y/N was unlike anyone he’s ever met. And if she wanted it, he’d be happy to oblige. 

“Oh god,” She said as she buried her head in her hands and laughed, “I’m so sorry, I can’t…I just…” She couldn’t even complete the thought she was laughing so hard. This broke him from his thoughts and completely focused fully back on her at this moment.

“You laughin' at me L/N?” He took this as a challenge. He puffed out his chest. This only made her giggle more as she looked up at him with a beaming smile. 

“I like Metallica,” she started as she continued to smile at him, “I also like the fact that I am the first person you’ve had here, for this…and I do like the handcuffs but not for tonight,” she said as she continued to smile at him but it shifted to a smirk at the end, “You’ve gotta ease me into it.” Eddie’s eyes went wide for a split second. Holy shit. She not only rose to the bait, she baited me back. This girl is going to be the end of me. She batted her eyes up at him and he realized in this moment of shock she had managed to get the upper hand, something he couldn’t allow. 

“Hey now”, he bent down on his knees, looking up at her. “Don’t get cocky”, he flipped her over on her back and pinned her hands down on the mattress. “That’s my job”, he paused for laughter. “Get it? Cocky?”

“Yeah, yeah,” she laughed as she looked up at him, “I get it alright. You’re so…I don’t even have words to describe you!” 

“Ah jeez you can’t think of any?” his eyes ran over her body. “Do I make you that nervous?”

“You don’t make me nervous,” she said honestly, “You make me happy and feel important and…you just make me feel like me. Sex…” She hesitated before shaking her head, “Sex makes me nervous!”. His demeanor faltered slightly. 

“Understood”, he said with the most seriousness he could portray, despite the fact that she had just made his heart explode. “ And we don’t have to do anything at all if you don’t want to-”

“No!” she said quickly, “it’s not that! It’s just…look I’ve made out with people but this is totally different from that,” Y/N said quickly, “Because I didn’t love any of them so this is different because…” She trailed off as she realized what she had admitted to. Sure the thought had been in her mind for a bit but she had never dared to say it out loud. Eddie almost missed that last part because he was concentrating so deeply but he heard it. He wanted to ask her if he had heard her correctly. That was his intention. To ask her and then if he heard her correctly. That was the plan.

But he knew he had heard her correctly. He knew it. And instead of replying, the words were moving too fast in his brain and it was all he could do to pull her into him and press his lips to hers. 

Y/N gasped as he did it, her heart racing before she melted into him, her hands coming to tangle in his hair as he laid her back down. It was only an instant before he was all over her, his lips touched every inch of her he could. He quickly slotted his knee in between her legs and pressed into her, the whine that fell from her mouth like heaven, drawing a sigh of his own. He moved away from her mouth as he pressed kisses down her jaw and to her neck. He was deliberate in his actions, strategically pressing kisses until he felt her grip on his hair tighten, earning a smirk from him. He began to abuse the spot, sucking and gently nipping at her skin as she muffled her sounds with one of her hands.

“Come on,” he coaxed as he pulled away ever so slightly to revel at the sight of her lust-blown eyes as she laid under him, “let me hear it all, baby. Just us, and you sound so pretty.” It was at that moment that he pressed his knee into her even more, drawing a whine from her that she didn’t hide as she gripped his black button-up which was still half done and revealed a couple of his tattoos. 

“Eddie,” she said softly as she looked up at him. 

“Yes, baby?” He prompted with a teasing grin as he leaned down to press more kisses to her neck, trailing lower to her collarbones. 

“Remember when you said it was my next adventure to find out how many tattoos you had?” She asked, trying her best to keep her voice steady as he continued on his course. He hummed in reply, and though he couldn’t see it, a smirk came to her face.

“How can you expect me to do that when you’re still dressed?” The chuckle that fell from his lips had her thighs pressing together, his knee still embarrassingly sandwiched between them so she knew he could feel her move. 

“Trying so hard to get me out of my clothes,” he said in a mock attempt to shame her as he pulled back a bit, “Too bad for you I’m a gentleman so…” He went to his knees once more and looked at her with pupils blown wide, “Ladies first.” Y/N’s smirk only grew as she got up from where she was laying down on the bed and first took off her fishnet tights, setting them aside with her jacket. She reached for the hem of her dress before turning her attention back to him. 

“Sure you don’t want to undress me?” The grin on his face would put the Cheshire cat to shame as he leaned back on his hands. 

“Nope,” he popped the p loudly as he leaned back even further, truly getting comfy, “I want to watch you strip for me.” Y/N slowly pulled up her dress without any more fanfare, his request being more than enough to do her in. She set aside her dress and was suddenly struck with nerves once more as she stood in the underwear she had carefully chosen. She went to meet Eddie’s eyes to get any sense of how he was feeling about it all and felt her breath hitch in her throat at the way he was looking at her.

She had people have crushes on her along the way. She’d made out with a few different people, enough to count on a single hand, and she had had sex before but no one, no one on earth had ever looked at her like Eddie was looking at her now. 

He pushed off of the bed and stood up, taking slow steps toward her as his eyes raked over every single inch of her bit by bit. When he came to stop in front of her, he gently took her arms which had come up on instinct to cover herself, and lowered them at her sides, allowing him a full view. She looked at him as he stared at her body, his one hand coming up to cup her bra-covered breast.

The piece she had chosen was mostly sheer with a few red lace flowers covering here and there and without an ounce of padding, something all too obvious as he ran his thumb over her nipple before giving her breast a soft squeeze. 

“Fuck,” he groaned as he felt how soft she was underneath his hand. His eyes then met hers, his free hand coming up to rest on her cheek, “You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” Any semblance of the cocky arrogant character he had put on at his show and even the teasing tone she so commonly heard from him had left his voice. As she looked up into his eyes, all she could see was sheer adoration, idolatry even. 

“You’ve seen me in my underwear before,” She said with a soft giggle as she thought back to the night last summer their little group of friends had all stripped down to their underwear for a midnight Lover’s Lake swim. His expression didn’t change as he looked at her. 

“But this is different,” his voice was deep and so full of emotions she couldn’t name as he spoke, “You’re letting me see you, touch you…you’re letting me take you as mine and allowing me to become yours. This is…you, are everything.” Y/N looked at him with that same look of adoration he had been giving her written across her face. Their eyes met again before he pressed his lips to hers once more, softly this time, so gentle it was like he thought she was at risk of breaking. She kissed him firmer, more so to assure them both that they were here, really here, together than anything else. He kissed back with equally as much passion, his hand on her breast squeezing even tighter to match drawing a gasp from her. 

Before she knew it, his hands had come to her hips and he had picked her up, her only option was to wrap her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He let out a hum into their kiss as she did, his hands coming to hold her ass and giving it a squeeze. 

She gasped not only at the action but at the feeling of his cool rings against her heated body. He made his way to sit on the edge of the bed, resulting in Y/N sitting in his lap as he continued to kiss her. When he pulled away it was only so he could trail one of his hands up to her neck, kissing down the other side as he used his hand to manipulate her body exactly how he wanted it, listening to every little sound she made as an indication of what she wanted. He wanted to learn every single intricacy of her body, mind, and soul. He wanted to know her heart as well as he knew his own. He kissed her neck all over until he found a spot that made her breath hitch. He smiled as he did, beginning to gently nip at the skin there. When her fingers tangled into his hair and she let out a whimper that made him throb in his pants, he all but lost it. 

“You like it when I leave marks on you, pretty girl?” He asked between kisses, his hand that was on her neck coming to grasp her breast and gently pinch her nipple, drawing a moan from her. “Need words, baby.” 

“Yes,” She moaned out, fingers pulling in his hair as her head fell back when he went right back to it at her confirmation. “Feels amazing.” Eddie’s mind wandered momentarily and he pulled away causing her to whimper in complaint. He looked at her as she sat in his lap and a question came to his mind. 

“Y/N, has anyone ever eaten you out?” 

“No,” she confessed breathlessly as she looked at his swollen lips, ones she was sure matched her own. “I um…people have offered but I didn’t feel comfortable returning so I didn’t want them to so…but I’m ready now, with you.” 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he praised as he gently brought his lips to hers before pulling away and smiling at her, “All I want in the world right now is to eat you out without wanting anything back. I just want to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. We’ll have plenty of time to fully explore each other later if you ever want to. And if you don’t that’s ok, alright?” She looked at him and he watched as the tension visibly left her body as she leaned in to gently press her lips to his. As they kissed, her hands came down to the buttons on his shirt and she began to undo them. He let out a hum of approval as she did, pressing kisses to her neck and breasts as she continued until his shirt was fully unbuttoned. He untucked it from his pants when it was and opened it so she could better see him once he had. Y/N pulled away and her eyes ran up and down his body, reveling in the sight. She brought her hands up to where the shirt was on his shoulders and looked to him for permission to push it off his shoulders. He nodded, giving her all the confirmation she needed to expose his torso to her. 

She took this moment to look at the tattoos on his left shoulder, ones she hadn’t been paying that much attention to the first time she had seen him shirtless out of a need to be polite and not stare. But now, she really took them in. There were two of them on the left side of his chest, a spider and a demon. The spider was a bit higher up but they rested very close. She took a moment to trace her fingers over them as he watched her before she leaned in, pressing soft opened mouth kisses to them. Eddie’s hands both flew to her his as she felt him grind up into her, hard as a rock as she worshiped his body. She moved ever so slightly, pushing him to lay down on the bed so she could be on top, trailing kisses down his torso and to the little trail of hair that led down below- 

A little whimper of pain came from Y/N as Eddie’s hands tangled in her hair and pulled her up to straddle him. 

“Shit,” he swore as he moved his hands from her hair and gently cupped her face in his hands searching for any indication, “Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry-”

“It’s ok,” Y/N said, pressing a kiss to his lips to stop his worries. She pulled away to find that the concern had partially eased and she felt a little bit bolder, leaning in to whisper to him, “Besides, I like having my hair pulled.” 

“Jesus,” He swore as she pulled back and smirked down at him beneath her, “You, Y/N L/N, are going to be the death of me.” Y/N chuckled and leaned down to continue as Eddie’s hands wound in her hair again, pulling much more deliberately this time. “Baby, this is about you, not me,” He scolded as he sat up, taking his hands out of her hair and running them down her body, “And I’m trying so hard to be gentle so make it easy for me pretty girl. Don’t you want to be good for me?” He knew it was a risk that Y/N might be against being spoken to in such a way but he watched as her eyes glazed over and her jaw dropped just a bit as she nodded. 

“Then do me a favor, pretty girl, and lay down for me.” She complied in a heartbeat, moving out of his lap and laying down on the bed. He smiled at her as he took a moment to admire her before kneeling beside the bed and adjusting her so she was exactly where he wanted her. 

“Spread your legs for me.” She did, a hint of embarrassment and anxiety coming up as she knew he may not like what he saw. She knew people who condemned girls for having bigger thighs and stretch marks and things like that and for a brief second, she let herself consciousness kick in, something Eddie seemed to be remarkably aware of. 

“Hey Y/N,” he said, drawing her gaze to look down on him, knelt between her legs, “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want but I’m telling you now, you are the most stunning person I’ve ever laid hands or eyes on. Genuinely. You have nothing to be nervous about.” She melted as she could see the honesty in his eyes and again he watched her relax. He brought his hands up and slowly parted her thighs, loving the goosebumps that appeared on her skin as his rings came into contact with her body. He had to fight the moan that threatened to slip from his lips at the sight of the wet patch on her underwear with every fiber of his being. He pressed kisses all over her thighs, slowly working his way closer to her still-covered core, his hands finding their place on her hips as he held her on the bed. When he did finally get to her core, he pressed a soft kiss to her heat through her underwear, drawing a gasp from Y/N. 

“Do you want me to take them off?” He asked gently as his thumb ran circles on her lips. 

“Please,” she said, a smile coming to his face as she angled her hips in such a way that he could pull them off. He leaned up and ever so gently removed her underwear, setting them aside. 

“Holy shit,” He whispered as he looked at her. He knew he needed to be slow, to ease her into it, so he tried his best, repeating the kissing of her thighs, this time without her underwear there until finally he got to her core. He pressed a soft kiss to her clit and felt her hips move on instinct, keeping them pressed to the bed. He continued, slowly getting bolder until he slipped his tongue inside of her. 

Soft whimpers and moans fell from her consistently now as she relaxed into the pleasure he was so skillfully giving her. She felt so very at peace and was truly unable to do anything else but think about him between her legs. 

“Eddie-” She moaned out, the man letting out a moan of his own at the way she moaned his name. 

“Yes, baby?” he asked, briefly coming up for air. 

“Can you…can you also…”

“Y/N say the word and it’s yours,” He said as he leaned back to be able to look at her, “Anything you want baby.”

“Can you use your fingers too?” She asked sheepishly. The grin that lit up Eddie’s face instantly melted any worries she had about being needy. He replied with actions not words, instantly slipping two of his fingers inside of her causing her to gasp. 

From their previous encounters - though simple and brief ones - he knew that usually two was her comfort zone but if he was going to actually fit inside of her he wanted to use at least three. The general theory was if he started with two instead of one then three wouldn’t be such a stretch. 

That theory seemed to be working as she whimpered and moaned from the stretch beneath him. 

“You’re doing- so good,” he praised between moans as he put his mouth right back to work, sucking on her clit like his life depended on it and right now, it felt like it did. As much as he wanted to solely focus on her pleasure, he couldn’t help the little grind of his hips against the carpet every time she moaned. It slowly became a consistent rocking until he feared he was going to cum completely untouched just from eating her out. While he’d love to do that another day, tonight they had a plan and if she had gotten herself all ready for it, he refused to spoil it by finishing too early. He had been so distracted by his name coming out in moans from lips that he hadn’t even registered it was probably because he had been fucking three fingers into her for a while. Her hands were tangled so tightly in his hair and he quickly put two and two together on what was coming, leaning it to suck on her clit more as he continued doing exactly what he was doing until Y/N suddenly gasped and moved away from him with a little, “stop.” Eddie’s hands let go immediately and went into the air as he looked at her breathing heavily. 

“I'm sorry-“

“No, no,” she shook her head at him, moving back closer as her chest heaved, “I was just…I knew I was going to…squirt and I didn’t want it to be while you were-“ 

“Oh my god,” Eddie said as he pressed her down against the bed and climbed on top of her. “You were going to squirt and you stopped me!” 

“Yes!” She nodded, “I…most guys wouldn’t want to be anywhere near that!” 

“First off, yes they would,” Eddie nodded, his fingers already back between Y/N’s legs slowly slipping inside of her again, “and secondly, we already know I am not ‘most guys’.” He went back to what he had been doing before and watched as Y/N relaxed under him at his words. He liked this even more because of how at peace she seemed so he kissed his way down her body and got right back to it. Instead of changing anything he was doing, he continued right on with what he had been doing, putting his whole heart into it and reveling in the fact that he was able to get her like this. It didn’t take long until she was crying his name again, her eyes squeezing tightly closed and her fingers tugging at this hair with a vice. 

“Let go, baby,” he commanded and she did. Her release gushed over his face and he licked her clean with a fearless new to him. He had been with others before but never anyone who got this reaction out of him. It was only when she let out a little whimper of pain he realized she was already feeling overstimulated and he couldn’t have that…not yet. 

“How are you, pretty girl?” He asked as he came to rest over her again. She nodded as she looked up at him, a smile on her face as she pulled him in for a kiss. It was gentle and sweet and he felt his heart melt at her sweetness despite what they were doing. 

“So good to me,” He murmured as she pulled away to kiss down his neck. Her hands quickly found his belt buckle and began to mess with it, a pathetic-sounding whine coming from her when she realized she couldn’t figure out how to undo it. He chuckled as he batted her hands away before pressing a kiss to each one. 

“I got you,” He smiled and she returned it as he undid the buckle. He quickly set it somewhere on the floor to be forgotten about as he sat back on his knees. Y/N quickly sat up and ran her hand down to where his hands were on his zipper. 

“Can I?” She asked, looking up at him with complete adoration. He couldn’t deny her anything and nor would he ever want to so he just nodded and sat back, allowing her to do exactly as she wished. She unzipped his jeans with one hand, using her other hand to trail down his body, following the little trail of hair downward. As she finished unzipping his jeans and looked to him to get up and take them off, something he complied with, slipping them off and setting them next to his belt. Now in just his black boxers, he couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of anxiety. What if he couldn’t please her? What if he couldn’t manage to learn what she liked? He stood with his back facing to her for clearly too long as she was out of bed. 

“Hey,” Her voice was soft as she gently turned him to face her, her one hand coming up to turn his face to look at her as her free hand held his hand, “We can stop here if you want or do something else-”

“No,” He shook his head, “I want this. Really. I want you.” Y/N smiled at him and gently pressed a kiss to his lips before it became less gentle. She managed to move both hands to Eddie’s chest and he walked back until his back hit the door with a little gasp at how easily she had taken over. She chuckled as she began to press kisses down his chest, her one hand coming down to palm him gently over his boxers which made him gasp again. 

“Is this ok?” She asked as she pulled away from his neck for only a moment, taking in the sight of how beautiful he looked with his head thrown back against the door, his eyes shut in pleasure. 

“Yes,” he replied, a breathy moan following. “You can…you can take it out if you want.” Y/N didn’t reply with words, smiling as she did exactly that. She took it in for a moment, her eyes going wide as for the first time ever she processed the idea of him being inside her. She ran her thumb over his tip gently causing another groan to come from him as his hands grasped her hips with a force. He was so hard and she was impressed that he hadn’t finished yet but god did she feel bad for him. She wanted to please him so bad so that’s exactly what she set out to do. She stroked him gently, seeing what he liked and what got the best reaction from him, reveling in each sound he made. As soon as she started to get the hang of things, one of his hands moved from her hips and took hold of her wrist. Her eyes shot up to meet his which were now open and looking at her. 

“Sorry,” he said gently, “You were doing great…it’s just, I’m pretty worked up so I didn’t want to finish yet.” Y/N smiled at him and nodded 

“I get it…but I mean…you made me-”

“It’s different,” he said as he picked her up again and carried her back to his bed, laying her down gently, “Takes me longer to get back to it.” His choice of phrasing made her giggle and his focus snapped to her, “You’re really laughing at me? Now?” 

“Yes,” she replied as she shook her head. He chuckle and pressed a kiss to her lips before pulling away. 

“Well, we can’t have that,” He said as he leaned over and opened up one of the drawers near his bed. He easily found a condom and held it up to her, his expression going a bit more serious. 

“You’re sure?” 

“Yes,” she said as she took it from him and opened it much to his surprise, “I’m ready.” He watched with a smile as she pulled it out and rolled it onto him, careful as always with delicate hands before setting the wrapper aside. He wrapped her thighs around his waist and looked down at her. 

“Tell me if you need me to stop at any point, ok?” He said as he lined himself up. She nodded, words escaping her at this moment. Right as he was about to press in, he heard her speak. 

“Just…be gentle. Please?” He felt his heart melt at her plea. Eddie leaned down and kissed her so softly and whispered, “I promise,” as he began to press in. Y/N automatically tensed at the feeling, it was brand new to her and he pulled away from their kiss to whisper to her. 

“I know,” he said as he fought for his own breath as he waited with just the tip in her, “Just breathe for me, baby.” She nodded through a whimper and took in a shaky inhale, causing him to press into her a bit more, “There you go,” he praised. “Just keep breathing.” While she relaxed for a moment, she instantly tensed again as he started to move.

He instantly noticed and without a word brought his hand up to hold hers, pressing them both into the mattress with a gentle squeeze. The tiny gesture and his soft smile allowed her to breathe easily. Eddie smiled as he noticed the calm this brought Y/N, pressing another kiss to her lips as he slowly pushed into her, stretching her out. As he did, her eyes squeezed shut and her toes curled as a moan was forced from her lips. Their one set of hands parted and Y/N’s nails instantly find their way to Eddie’s back. He let out a shaky moan as she left marks he knew he’d love to see in the mirror tomorrow.

“Fuck. I’m not even halfway in and you’re already...so tight...fucking...damn.” Y/N squirmed under him as he attempted to let her adjust, his words causing her to want more than he was giving her. 

“Don’t squirm,” Eddie commanded in a dark stern hiss, causing Y/N to instantly stop moving and clamp around him, forcing a moan as Eddie buried his head into her neck. Interesting, he thought storing the information away for later. He pulled his head out of her neck and spoke gently, “I’m going to push the rest of the way in now, ok?” Y/N nodded at him and he began to slip in once again. 

“Fuck,” He swore as he bottomed out in one fatal thrust causing them both to gasp, “God Y/N, you feel so good.” She managed to give a little nod to him which instantly caused him to check in with her.  

“How are you feeling?” He asked, making sure to remain very still to give her time to adjust to the sensation.  

“It hurts just a tiny tiny bit,” She confessed, thankful that all the rumors she had heard about it hurting a lot the first time were just that. “I just feel...full.” He gave a little chuckle and began to pepper kisses all over her cheeks before kissing her lips again. 

“Well that’s good,” He smiled as he pulled away, “All I want is to make you feel good, baby. You were still a bit tense. Just relax now, pretty girl,” He purred as he ran his hand down her body, “I’ve got you and everything is going to be ok.” Seeing the genuine and kind look in his eyes made Y/N instantly melt and any trace of tenseness was gone. A dull ache soon settled between her hips and she found herself rolling them in an attempt to ease the pressure causing Eddie to let out a little hiss.

“Is that my sign to move?” He asked with a smile. 

“Please,” Y/N begged softly. Eddie can feel his heart melt at her little plea. Instantly, all he wanted to do was hold her and never let go but he quickly brought himself back to the moment at hand. He pulled out just a little before thrusting into her making her let out a little gasp of a moan at the feeling - his own moans echoing along with hers. Eddie then dropped his weight to his forearms on either side of her head which brought them even closer together. He slid both of his hands into her hair lightly as he quickened his pace causing more moans coming from the pair as they began to fully lose themselves in it all. 

Even through the pleasure of it all, Y/N could tell how remarkably gentle Eddie was attempting to be and it made her heart flutter. Despite his best efforts, Eddie naturally became a bit rougher by second nature, but as things speed up and the knot in Y/N’s stomach came closer to bursting, she don’t mind a bit. Her free hand tangled into his hair and pulled causing him to groan into her neck, nipping at the skin there enough to leave even more marks. Call him possessive, he was and wanted her and everyone else in this stupid fucking town to know that she was his now. 

His need to mark her up though was only overcome by his want to etch every expression that crossed her face into his memory, so he pulled away to watch her beautiful face contrast beneath him.

“Fuck,” He swore as she let out a cry as he hit what he assumed was her G spot, angling to make sure he kept that up, “So fucking pretty for me.” Y/N could tell how close Eddie was getting by the absolutely stunning expressions painted on his face and the little praises that he uttered. His one hand slowly found its way to her clit and he softly attempted a couple of different things to see what elicited the best response. After a particular movement, he felt her tighten around him with a high whine and he knew he'd hit the jackpot. He repeated the movement while continuing to thrust into her, causing Y/N to cry out in response as she felt the coil come this close to snapping. 

“Eddie, I’m going to-”

“I know baby, I know,” He moaned as she clenched around him, “Cum for me.” His command was all it took for her to come completely undone beneath him. Her high and the feeling of her gripping him like a vice was all it took to have him finding right along with her, burying his face into her neck to muffle the long whine that came from him as he pressed as deep as he could get into her. He continued to thrust into her, allowing the pair to ride out their highs before finally stilling. They both lay there, breathing heavily a mess of tangled limbs and sweat, glowing with love. Finally, when he caught his breath, Eddie pulled away enough that he could see Y/N’s face. 

She was always beautiful but damn did she look good post-orgasm. He wanted to burn the sight of her into his brain forever.

“How are you feeling, pretty baby?” He asked as he ran his hands through her hair and cupped her cheek. Y/N’s eyes fluttered open and Eddie swore he died and went to heaven as she looked up at him, the love in her eyes and smile on her face all too innocent considering what they just did. 

“So good,” Y/N replied, her voice high and soft, music to Eddie’s ears, “How are you?”

“So good,” he echoed back to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “I know I just like…popped your cherry and all,” he smiled as she giggled at the expression, “But I still can’t believe you’re real.”

“I’m real,” Y/N giggled as she flicked his forehead, making him beam, “That real enough for you?”

“Yeah that works,” he said as the pair fell into giggles making them both realize Eddie was still very much inside. “Oh shit,” He swore, “I’m gonna pull out now, is that ok?” 

“Mhm,” Y/N hummed as she gave his hand which was still held in hers a little squeeze. He gave her a small smile as he pulled out both of them letting out little moans as he did. He instantly wrapped her into his arms, holding her so close to him as she buried her head into his chest. She had never felt so safe in the arms of another person before, wanting nothing more than to hold him forever. 

“You did so well,” He praised her, “You know that?” He pressed kisses onto the top of her head as she stayed buried in his chest. 

“Thank you,” came her soft reply.

“You don’t have to thank me for praising you baby,” He chuckled.

“No, for…for everything,” she said as she pulled away ever so slightly so they could look at each other. Her eyes were so sleepy as she looked at him but the adoration was still written all over both of their faces. 

“Oh Y/N,” he said as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “You don’t need to thank me for that at all, baby. I loved it. I really loved it.” 

“Me too,” she replied as she beamed up at him, shifting ever so slightly and grimacing. It was that little grimace that reminded Eddie of what needed to come next. 

“Baby, I’m gonna get stuff to get you cleaned up, okay?” He asked as he gently pulled away. 

“M’kay,” she nodded as she looked at him, “But don’t be gone too long.”

“Getting all clingy on me already?” He teased as he slowly slipped out of bed and slipped off the condom, throwing it away before looking back at her, his eyes going wide.

“Fuck,” He swore as he took in the sight of her sprawled out in his bed completely fucked out. The very worst part of him had never wanted to take a damn Polaroid so bad but his top priority was getting her cleaned up and comfy. 

“Weren’t you going somewhere?” Y/N teased as she realized the effect she was having on him, rolling onto her side to give him a different view. He chuckled at her and gave her ass a little swat as he left the room.

“Little brat,” he reprimanded as slipped on his boxers, “And here I was trying to be chivalrous.” 

“Chivalry is dead Munson,” She said as he walked into the bathroom and wet a towel with warm water, ringing it out before heading back into the bedroom.

“Oh yeah?” He asked as he gently ran the towel over her body, cleaning her up, “Then what, pretty girl, would you call this?” 

“Common courtesy after that,” Y/N giggled as she looked up at him. He shook his head and gently moved the towel to clean between her legs, lifting her one leg as he did and pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. 

“I don’t know,” He teased as he set the towel aside when he was done, “I think I’m a pretty chivalrous guy.” 

“You are,” she said with all genuineness. 

“Anything else I can get for you?” He asked softly as he cupped her cheek again, “Water? Food?”

“Clothes?” Y/N asked as she looked down at her still very naked body. 

“Right,” Eddie said as he got up and walked over to his closet before thinking better of it and coming back over to her, “Wanna come pick out your pjs?” 

“I get to pick?” The joy in Y/N’s voice, as she sat up with a little wince, made Eddie’s heart melt. God I lo… his thoughts trailed off with a little pang in his heart as he made his way over to her. 

“Mhm,” He nodded as he picked her up bridal style in his arms making her smile, carrying her over to his closet, “Take your pick.” She looked through his little t-shirt collection before looking at the Metallica one he had been wearing the second time she had met him. 

“That one,” she said with a point. He smiled and nodded as he set her back down on the bed, grabbing it out for her and bringing it over to her. 

“A good choice,” He said as he watched her slip it over her head. 

“You wore it when Jude first brought me over to your house to pick up their drugs,” Y/N said as she searched for her underwear. “Can you bring me my underwear?” Eddie was frozen and didn’t even register her request. “Eddie?”

“You remember what I was wearing?” He asked softly as he looked at her. 

“Of course,” she nodded, “I thought you looked so handsome. You are so handsome-” Y/N couldn’t even get her thought out before he pressed his lips to hers, pressing her into the mattress again before he pulled away. 

“Sorry,” he said with a sheepish chuckle as he wrapped her in his arms again, “I don’t know what came over me-”

“Don’t apologize,” she said with a smile as she pulled him fully into bed with her, “Just stay here with me?”

“Always,” he replied and he meant it with every fiber of his soul. The pair curled up together, limbs tangled, needing to be so close and neither one had ever slept so well in their lives as they did that night. 

So that's the fic! Yay! 10k words bby! As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are throughly appreciated!

[iliketangerines]

wife wife please 🙏 wife hear me out

okay either johnny finds out you got a CAGE tramp stamp and hits yo shit from the back

OR

climbing liu kang like a tree and he holds you up and SPEARS YOU ON THE MEAT

🫶 runs away

climbing the tower

a/n: @partycatty i wanted to get this out a day earlier but oh well

pairing: liu kang x afab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), slight dom/sub, hickeys, bite marks, blowjobs, deepthroating, wall sex, public sex (you're in the infirmary where anyone could walk in), slight overstimulation, praise kink, not proofread

you’re not short by any means, being a mediocre average height your entire life meant you had blended in with everyone else

well that, and your natural shapeshifter abilities, but after going through an identity crisis in your ripe teenager years, you usually felt most comfortable in your own skin

however, at the Wu Shi Academy, being average height meant that you were actually short

you wonder what they were feeding the other combatants because Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao, and Raiden all tower over you by several inches

and none of them let you forget it, constantly resting their elbows on your shoulders and making you their counter to rest on

it had led to quite a few bruises, mostly for Johnny and Kung Lao, but even Kenshi and Raiden had their moments where they teased you for your height

the jokes didn’t make you uncomfortable, not your height, with your shapeshifting ability, you could just be taller than them, but you hadn’t ever felt the need to

unless Liu Kang was around

he wasn’t that much taller than any of them, perhaps just by an inch or two, but still, his height, his broad shoulders, and his calm and gentle attitude had you sweating every time he came around you

embarrassing as it was, the way he towered over you always sent all the blood rushing downwards and for your tongue to twist into knots and for your body to feel as hot as burning coals

if Liu Kang ever noticed the slight demeanor change, he didn’t mention it, simply giving you that gentle smile and a reassuring hand on your shoulder

you’re sure that it would be the death of you, the soft but firm words, the gentle tone, the slight rasp in his voice as he gave orders to all of you

every time his hand touched you, you could never help but imagine his fingers touching elsewhere, buried in your hair, gripping onto your thighs, thrusting into your-

you jolt out of your thoughts as Kung Lao roughly elbows you in the side during breakfast, asking what’s got your head so high up in the clouds

scowling at the monk, you slap at his shoulder and pick up your spoon to finish off your breakfast of congee

he winces at the contact and dramatically drapes himself over Raiden, bemoaning about how his closest friend just beat him so viciously and that he would need a kiss to heal it

Raiden rolls his eyes, but the soft smile playing on his lips betrayed his true thoughts as the farmer turned his head to place a gentle kiss upon the monk’s lips

Johnny sighs from across the table, bemoaning just as dramatically as Kung Lao about saving the smooching for the bedroom, and Kung Lao simply flips off the actor before grabbing on tighter to Raiden, determined to put on a show and piss off Johnny as much as possibly

you just roll your eyes at the love sick sight and tip the bowl back, emptying the bowl of its congee, and you excuse yourself from the table just as Kenshi hisses at Johnny to stop being so overreactive

the start of another catfight begins, and you let out a quick huff of hair from your nose, shaking your head and smiling

absolute idiots, but you loved them all nonetheless

as you walk back, you stare at the ground, counting the tiles your feet step on and dodging the cracks in the concrete pavement, and you think back to Liu Kang

you liked Liu Kang, to say the least, it wasn’t exactly hard to figure out your own lust when you had first saw him, and your feelings for him only grew stronger the longer you had hung out with him

he was kind, thoughtful, and most of all, so gentle and warm, and you snort at the irony of him being warm and being the god of fire

but still, your thoughts veer back on track as you think about him and you

you’re just a mortal, a human, a human with shapeshifting powers but human nonetheless, and he was a god, almighty and powerful and much more experienced and aged

it wouldn’t do you any good to desire him, to go after him, and you had tried to squash your own feelings for him, using your powers to match his height whenever he came around

a feeble effort to try and mitigate one of the reasons you liked him, but it wasn’t doing much good, not when his voice affected you more than anything or the way he held himself or the way that he was just so understanding and willing to listen and-

you barely manage to sidestep someone in front of you as they come into your field of view, and you snap your head up, shooting up in height as an instinctual reaction at the sight of Liu Kang

he cranes his neck to look at you as your head crashes into the ceiling above, and you let out a small groan and slowly diminish in height as you rub at the top of your head

Liu Kang asks if you are alright, and you wave him off, saying that he had just caught you by surprise

you shrink down to match his height and watch as he slightly quirks his eyebrow at you, wondering why you hadn’t shrunk down to your original height yet

shifting your weight, you say that you walk faster with long legs and that you should return your bowl to the kitchen and get back before Johnny and Kenshi get into a fight

the god lightly chuckles, just a small laugh and one barely audible over the slight breeze in the wind and the background of monks chanting in the background, but you think you’re about to fall over as heat rushes to your cheeks

how was he so attractive even just doing a simple thing

you give him a sheepish smile and hurry off to the kitchens, mumbling that you really have to get going, and you don’t notice his eyes following you as you speed walk away

when you come back to the dining room, Raiden sits next to Kenshi while Kung Lao sits next to Johnny, the actor and swordsman sporting congee on top of their uniforms as thy shoot ugly glances at each other while the farmers try and calm each other down

it seems like today would be a long one

training that day goes just as well as this morning, Johnny and Kenshi refuse to spar with anyone else but each other, leading to Liu Kang having to monitor their matches closely

you haven’t changed back into your normal height, and while you aren’t adverse to using your powers for extended periods of time, your skin was starting to crawl with the need to go back to normal

but still, something instinctual tells you to stay tall, to try and reduce your attraction to the god, and so you focus back on your own spar with Kung Lao

the monk smirks at you and beckons you toward him, and you reciprocate his grin before finally lunging at him

it’s a long match, drawn out and long, and unease prickles underneath your skin as you fight him in your changed height

you were used to fighting while average height, easier to move faster, to land lower blows, and now that you were taller than him, you were struggling

still, in the corner of your eye, you can still spot Liu Kang at the training fields, observing and watching you all

so you stay in your modified height and take the blows from Kung Lao, trying to change your strategy to incorporate your height

the match drags on for a few minutes, and you feel proud of yourself for managing to hold on this long

at least until Kung Lao kicks you onto your back with a particularly powerful blow, and your head smacks against the ground

pain explodes in the back of your head, and you groan, feeling your body twitch and change and morph as it struggles to deal with the pain

you don’t realize you’ve closed your eyes until the blurry figure of Liu Kang appears in your vision, blocking out the harsh sun as he asks if you’re okay

even in pain, your brain still manages to change the position dirty, filling your head with images of him bent over you in a different situation, skin sweaty and hot, hair disheveled and lips kissed swollen

he calls your name, and you let out a meek yes, sounding a bit whinier than you had wanted to, and Liu Kang sighs in relief and brings his hand to your shoulder to help you sit up

it burns your skin, the heat off of his palm, and you hope and pray that he can’t hear how your heart starts beating rapidly or how your face grows flush and sweaty underneath his touch

Liu Kang tells you he's going to bring you to the infirmary, turning his head away to briefly tell one of the monks overseeing that they are now in charge

his hands stay on your body as you stand up, the world still slightly spinning before you, and your head sways as black dots swim at the top of your vision

the god purses his lips and starts to guide you in the direction of the infirmary, his feet keeping pace with your now shorter legs

the longer and longer you walk to the med bay, the more your head clears, and the more you’re aware of his hand on your shoulder

of both of his hands on your shoulder and how you’re, at best, shoulder height now

you meekly try and push your way out of a visit to the health clinic, but he stares down at you with a hard gaze, and your protest dies in your throat as you try and reel in your own lust for him

it gets appreciably harder when he sits you down in the cot and inspects you himself, asking you questions in a low tone of voice as his hands move to you head to inspect for any swollenness

your voice strains to sound normal as you try to answer his question, the pain in the back of your head gone and replaced with the feeling of butterflies whirling inside of your stomach and liquid hot lust dripping down into your body

he hums and finishes his inspection, sighing and saying that you should be more careful, that using your powers for any longer than a few hours was something to be worked on gradually

besides, your strengths lay with your smaller stature, allowing you attacks that none of the other defenders could feasibly do

you nod your head, trying to avoid eye contact, lest he look into your soul and found the depravity hiding within

his brows furrow, and he tells you to look at him and to answer him with words, that he needed to make sure you understand

god take you now because you might actually stain the bed cot with how wet you are at his commanding tone of voice

you take too long to answer Liu Kang, and he gently raises your chin up to look at him, your neck straining upwards to look at his stern eyes and furrowed brows as he await your answer

it catches you by surprise, his hand on your face, and an involuntary whine slips out of you at the casual dominance

perhaps it would’ve been better if you had blacked out earlier because at least you wouldn’t be stuck in this uncomfortable situation

your face burns with embarrassment, mouth slightly parted at the fact that you had just whined, and Liu Kang lifts his eyebrows in slight surprise

his hand doesn’t falter, however,  on your chin, and he cocks his head at you, blinking as you try and sputter out words and excuses or really anything

he shifts in his position, somehow now looming over you, his broad shoulders completely blocking out your vision and his thumb slips itself in between your parted lips

damn you and your body because you immediately go limp in his hold, mouth instinctively closing around his finger as you let him just lean over you

a small coy smile plays on his lips, and you’re too focused on trying to snap out of how good this all feels to realize that he figures out why you’ve been avoiding him lately

Liu Kang lets out a gentle huff of air, drawing his thumb out of your lips, but you don’t have any time to whine as he places his large hands on your waist and easily transfers you from the bed cot and into his lap

your thighs spread around his, trapping his legs in between yours, but you feel more expose as he spreads his legs, forcing your own to spread as well

even sitting in his lap, you’re still shorter than him, and he takes full advantage of this fact as he presses one hand into the small of your back to force you into the warmth of his skin as he leans forward, bending your back into a bow-like shape

you can’t think, can barely even breathe as your hands settle onto his shoulders, squeezing at the firm muscle to try and ground yourself into reality

even that grows difficult as he leans his head forward, nose bumping into yours, eyes boring down painfully through you, as if he could hear and see every thoughts, peeling away the layers of your mind to find your dirtiest fantasies about him

Liu Kang breathes out, eyes still focused onto yours, and you look away, turning your head to the side and squirming slightly at just how intimate this all was

he frowns at how you avoid his gaze, and his hand at your back goes to squeeze your thigh while his other cradles the back of your neck, squeezing it like he was scruffing a cat

his chest vibrates as he orders you to look at him, and you can feel something nervous grip onto your heart, squeezing and squeezing as you force your head to turn to look at him

you think you’re going to die because you’re so turned on right now that you can’t even process how Liu Kang clenches his jaw, trying to hold onto the small thread of control over himself

praise falls from his lips, saying that you were so good for following his command, and your hips rut forward of their own volition, desperately seeking for some sort of friction on your aching clit

Liu Kang hums at your neediness, eyes never leaving yours as he squeezes at your waist, and you whine again as you grind against empty air

it’s overwhelming how he surrounds you, the scent of ash and green tea in the air, his eyes boring into your soul, the warmth of his hand on the back of your neck, your thigh

as if the god knows, he leans his head forward to consume you completely, lips moving towards yours, and he pauses, just to let you have a choice to push him away just in case

you surge forward, wanting him to devour you, to completely surround you in his heat, and he groans and leans into you further, arching your back into a strained curve

but the ache of your muscle is negated by how his lips taste you, tongue dragging over your lips, low groans into your mouth that you can barely hear over the blood rushing in your ears

he kisses you like a starving animal, pressing into you further and further, seeking more and more of you until you had nothing more to give and then taking some more

your mind is melting, you’re pretty sure it is, and it doesn’t help when his hand on the back of your neck trails up and threads through your hair, pulling you head back as his lips move to your neck

his lips are soft against the skin of your neck, teasing and soft, leaving fervent kisses along the expanse of it, but you want more and gather what little grasp of your will you have left

you trail one of your hands on his shoulder down and shove it down his pants to grab onto his cock, hand firmly wrapping around it

Liu Kang lets out a loud groan against your skin, sinking his teeth into the flesh, and it makes you let out a choked sound as you try and give him some modicum of pleasure

his tongue licks over the mark, almost like an apology, but you find it a lie as he moves to another part of your skin and bites down again as you continue to try and stroke him

wriggling in his hold, you manage to let out a whiny plea for you to suck his cock

it gives the god pause, and his lips momentarily stop against your skin before pulling back to stare into your eyes again

he lets out a breath, asking if you were sure, and you squirm in his ironclad grip on you and let out a pitiful yes, voice high-pitched and breathy

Liu Kang hums and slowly, almost mournfully, lessens his hold on you and helps guide you on shaky legs down to your knees and in between his spread thighs

he pulls down his pants, intending on taking them fully off, but you’re too impatient and shuffle forward and grab onto his cock, perhaps feeling a bit intimidated at the size

it didn’t surprise you that he was thick, thicker than anything you had ever seen or practiced on, but still, there was a reason you were an earthrealm defender, you never backed down from a challenge

your other hand grabs onto his thigh for balance as you leans your head forward, tongue dragging against the length of his cock from base to tip

the god draws in a sharp breath and forces his hands to stay at his sides, wanting to see how far you would go before he would push you to your limits

you concentrate on the task before you, trying not to get too distracted with how his broad form looms over you and how absolutely fucking soaked you are at the sight

ignoring your own need, greedy to taste him, you wrap your lips around the head of him, tongue pressing into the slit to taste his pre-cum, and Liu Kang’s hands start to burn through the cloth of the bed cot

if you smell the burning linen, you don’t pay any mind, using one hand to stroke him up and down in controlled strokes while your mouth suckles at the tip

so, maybe you were a lot intimidated actually at the size of him, not his length, no that was only a bit above average

his girth on the other hand

you clench around nothing at the thought of him stretching you out, the slight burn, the addicting pressure, the feeling of fullness

Liu Kang grits his teeth, hand twitching and burning through the bed cit as he tries to not to bury his fingers in your hair and force your head all the way down until your nose touches down to the base of curls

humming slightly, listening to the choked moan of the god, you push forward, bringing the tip of his cock past your lips and bobbing your head up and down with the pace of your hand

slowly but surely, you take him further and further down your mouth, until he’s in your throat, and your lips burn and you’re sure that tears are falling down your face

he’s losing his self-control, heart beating rapidly in his chest at the sight of you so debauched, tears running down your face, eyes slightly glazed over as you focus on sucking his cock, and Liu Kang can’t help it as his hand finally leaves the bed to bury itself in your hair

his hand pushes you down further and further, and you let him take control, mind slowly going blank at how he’s filling every one of your senses

your nose buries itself into his pelvis, and distantly, you can hear him telling you to breathe through your nose, to stay calm, that you were doing so well for him, so good for him

your own hands grip onto his thighs, squeezing and kneading to try and keep yourself here and present, but control is slipping as you breathe in the scent of him

Liu Kang breathes out through his nose, as his hand tightens its grip on your hair as he moves your head up and down, trying to stay in control, trying to stay calm

and then you let out a breathy whine as his hips stutter and hit the back of your throat roughly, and the thin thread snaps as his other hand grips onto your head

it’s sinful, the wet sounds coming from your mouth, the way Liu Kang fucks into your throat, how your eyes stare up at him, teary and hazy as you moan

the sound vibrates through him, and he thinks he’s going to cum just like this, down your throat, despite his eons and eons of experience

but he doesn’t want to paint your face or your throat with his cum, at least not just yet, and he forces himself to pull your mouth off of his cock, missing the feeling of you immediately

you look dazed, wrecked, all from him, lips swollen and covered in your spit, drool hanging down your chin

Liu Kang drags you up into his lap and kisses you, wrapping your legs around his waist and digging his fingers into the plump meat of your thighs as he stands up

he walks forward, his lips never leaving yours as your arms wrap around his neck to pull him in forward, and your back finally meets the wall of the infirmary

the god grinds his cock into your clothed pussy, two layers too much, and he bites back a growl at the obstruction

balancing you on one hand, arm barely straining with effort, he reaches his free hand down in between you and tears at your pants easily, making you gasp

instantly, both of his hands dig into your ass once again and his cock presses up against your swollen and needy clit

after so long without any friction, you gasp and whimper at the contact, trying to push your hips forward to get more

he denies you, relishing how you squirm in his arms and how your whines grow needier and needier with each passing second

when you let out a small plea, your name hanging from his lips like honey and a sweet please melting into the air, he shakes his head

it would be too much for you, he hadn’t had the time to properly stretch you, to prepare you, and he didn’t want to hurt you

Liu Kang promises you another time, and you whine in frustration, pulling away from his lips with a glare

your thighs tighten around his waist as you lift yourself up just enough so that the head of his cock notches against you, and before he can react, you sink down, choking back your own moan

he should lift you up, get you off of him before you hurt yourself, but he can’t find it in himself to take you off, your pussy sucking him in further and further until your hips finds themselves flush with his

you whine, head buried into the crook of his neck, and he breathes out harshly through his nose, straining every fiber of his being to not lift you up and begin fucking into you

it’s a brutal several minutes as you adjust to his size, taking in deep stuttering breaths as he murmurs into your ear to breathe, that you were doing so well for him

his thumbs rub circles into the sides of your skin as you calm down, and then you finally squirm impatiently on his dick, clenching your pussy around him and forcing a groan out of him

you moan, begging him to move, and Liu Kang tightens his grip on your legs and finally starts bouncing you on his cock, knocking any sense that you might have left in your brain

the lewd sounds of your pussy fill the air with your moans and whimpers, and Liu Kang wants to taste your pleasure, your desperation

he brings his lips to yours again, kissing you, swallowing every one of your sweet sounds as he thrusts up into you, trying to angle his hips to hit that one sweet spot

when you yelp into his mouth, stars bursting behind your eyelids and arms tightening around his neck, he smiles against your lips and fucks into the spot, making sure that the fat head of his cock bullies relentlessly into it

you swear you’re being lifted into the heavens, higher than the heavens actually, pleasure singing through every nerve in your body and your orgasm was hurtling towards you faster than you had ever known

Liu Kang finally pulls away, and you’re sure that you look dazed and already fucked out

in the haze of your pleasure, you almost miss him telling you to do something, and you have to let out a pathetic what, interrupted by a pitiful whine as he fucks back into your sweet spot

he tells you to rub your clit, his voice rumbling through you and straight down as you hear a loud squelch

but you comply immediately, craving your release, feeling dizzy by how he surrounds you, and your fingers rub against your clit slowly and lightly

his eyes are transfixed on the sight, the bud swollen and coated in your wetness, and he tells you to pinch it, to be rough

pleasure already overwhelms you, but you listen, body shaking and hand struggling as you overstimulate yourself, pinching and rolling your clit between your fingers

Liu Kang practically purrs, telling you to keep doing that, to keep listening to him and being so good for him, groaning as he feels your pussy pulse around him in tandem with how you play with your clit

you can’t even warn him as you cum on his cock, keening loudly and rubbing at your clit in tight rough circles as you ride your high

the god just shoves his mouth to yours, devouring you completely as you lose yourself, his hips never stopping, never changing as he fucks you through your pleasure

only when you feel the last of your orgasm dribble out does his hips falter, and he groans into your mouth as he cums inside of you, fucking it deeper and deeper inside of you with each slowing thrust

eventually, he stops, his cock still buried inside of you, and he just kisses you, enjoying how you taste him as well, how you grow more gentle with your lips as your body starts to sag from exhaustion

Liu Kang helps you to your feet, smiling internally when you look up at him and ask in a feeble voice if he could carry you

he obliges, because how he could he not, and picks you up, the bend of your knees supported by one arm while his other arm supported your upper back

your arms wrap around his neck once more, and you tuck your head in against his chest, eyes closing slightly as you mumble that you don’t think you can walk anymore

glancing down at the mess you and he had made on the floor, he’s not surprised and presses a kiss to the top of your forehead as he brings you back to your room

he had you in his arms now, and he wasn’t going to let go

[deanssluvr]

MAKE ME FAITHFUL

pairing: joost klein x fem!reader

summary: joost always makes valentines so special for you every year, but this time he was stressed and busy. so now it’s your turn to make his day just a bit better.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: MDNI. SMUT. RPF. handjob. oral (m! receiving). needy/sub!joost. slightly proofread.

a/n: back to writing smut because it's a minute lol. seen a few people write about this and have been dying to do it myself. hope you guys enjoy it. <3

Although Valentine’s Day was one of your favorite holidays, it felt less special this time than others. Joost, your boyfriend of four years, has always tried to make the day memorable. From his attempts at home-cooked dinners to taking you to local spots he knows you’d enjoy, he has always made this day special for you. But now you were in your kitchen, alone, ordering yourself dinner. 

You weren’t mad about him missing today. Your boyfriend’s job has its ups and downs, like being busy on Valentines. He’d been gone since you woke up. It was quite early when you opened your eyes and the sun was peering in through the window, beckoning for you to start your morning. You moved from under your covers and felt the cold air blow over your skin. Shivering slightly, you pick up your phone looking at the notifications.

i’m really sorry liefje (love) I couldn’t be here today. got a lot of stuff to do before the tour. I left something in the living room for you. hope you like it. 

You smiled warmly at the message. You got out of bed, the rug shielding your feet from the cold floor. You walked over to your closet slipped into some slippers and threw on one of Joost’s jackets. Stepping out into the living room, a familiar smell was in the air and it put a smile on your face. Looking on the coffee table you saw a bag of breakfast from your favorite restaurant, an assortment of your favorite flowers neatly sitting in a beautiful vase, and a small, pink stuffed bear leaning against it. You walked over to it, grazing your fingers over the flowers. They were your favorite and he only got them for you on special occasions, like today. Picking one up, you noticed there was a small note attached to it. You opened the small paper. On it read an apology from your boyfriend. Although he couldn’t be here, he still wanted your day to be special.

And now it was roughly nine o’clock at night and still no sign of him. You were starting to think you’d fall asleep before you saw him. After successfully ordering your food, you walked into the living room and sat down on the couch. Your phone vibrated in your hand and you looked at it with some sort of anticipation, hoping that it was him saying that he was on his way or almost home. But the feeling left quickly as you see it was just an Instagram notification. You groaned and laid back on the couch, your head resting on the armrest. The silence of the house wasn’t helping to ease your mind but managed to make it worse. Your thoughts were starting to conflict with each other as the idea of being mad at him started to become more acquainted with the front of your mind. Choosing to break the silence, you picked up the remote that sat on the coffee table and turned on the TV. 

Soon your food had arrived and it was now ten o’clock. Though the hours were passing rather quickly, the idea of seeing Joost before you went to sleep kept your mind awake. The random romcom you had turned on was also helping. Ironically the movie took place on Valentine’s Day. It was one of your favorite movies to watch on this holiday, but this time felt sour. As embarrassing as it felt to admit, watching a fictional couple spend the day together unlike you made you feel worse. Like a small jab to your heart. But you watched the movie anyway as it was beloved to you. You had finished your food a little over halfway through the movie. You gathered all of your trash and made your way to the kitchen where you dumped it all. You leaned on the counter, phone in your hand. You opened his contact and your finger hovered over the call button. Every minute that passed made you worry more and more and his lack of communication was making it worse. But you hesitate anyway because he could still be busy, maybe his phone died, or he left it somewhere. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of your front door being unlocked. You walked around the counter and watched in anticipation as the door was pushed open. You feel the negative thoughts and worries wash away as he walks in. He walked in as if in a haze. His head was pointing to the floor and he walked with heavy footsteps. He hadn’t noticed you until he was only a few feet away from you. His eyes were quick to find yours. He smiled lovingly and you watched as his body visibly relaxed. He gently cupped your cheeks with his hands, his eyes scanning your face as if seeing you anew. You raised one of your hands to cover his, your warmth contrasting with the coolness of his fingers. He softly pulled you into a kiss. It was sweet the way his lips danced with yours. Your hands rested on his hips and your fingers played with the hem of the soft fabric. He pulled away first with a pained expression.

“I’m so so sorry schat (baby). I really wanted to be here with you today.” His hands were still settled on both sides of your face and his thumb rubbed softly against your cheek. “Please forgive me. I promise I’m gonna make it up to you.” 

You shook your head, “It’s okay. I know how busy you get.” you give him a reassuring smile. “Plus the gift you left for me this morning makes up for it.” 

He let out a breath of relief, “I’m happy you liked it.” 

He was still tense and you could tell. An idea quickly pops into your head to help him relax. Once again the distance closed between you two, but you initiated it. This time there was something different and he noticed. The way your lips hungrily latched onto his. He melted into you completely, letting you take control. Your hands slipped under his shirt, feeling the cold, bare skin beneath. The warmth of your fingers against him sent shivers down his spine. Your kisses trailed from his lips to his cheek and down his neck. He hummed in response. 

“I think it’s time that I gave you my gift.” You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper. Your warm breath against his ear sent goosebumps across his skin. The bulge in his pants became more apparent as he lightly rutted against your thigh letting you know how desperately he craved for you. Normally he could hold himself together, especially in front of you. But after the long day he’s had, he doesn’t have the strength to. His brain was too fogged and all he could make of it was how painfully hard he was. He wanted to tell you how much he wanted to feel you, hear your pretty moans in his ear. But words couldn’t form in his mouth, only pathetic whimpers would breeze past his lips. So instead you get to see him like this. Breathing heavily against your skin, quietly begging for your touch. He looked at you through dazed eyes and you could’ve melted right there. Instead, you took one of his hands in yours and walked him into the living room. 

You pressed a hand to his chest, pushing him to sit on the couch. You sunk to your knees, and he pulled his shirt off and threw it somewhere on the floor. He instinctively spreads his legs allowing you to come closer. Your hands ran over his thighs and came up to his belt buckle. He watched as your hands worked his pants and pulled them down. Once they were at his ankles, you looked over at his boxers. His cock was begging to be freed from his boxers. Your hands came to rub on his thighs again and you felt how tense he still was. 

“Baby you can relax. Let me care of you.” You cooed and he let out a hesitant breath. He was having trouble relaxing. It was because he was so pent up and you could tell. You moved your hands up his thighs and over his bulge. His breath hitched as he felt the warmth of your hand. You slowly moved it, palming him through his boxers. His cock twitched under your hand. A quiet moan escaped his lips as he leaned his head back on the couch. His hips bucked up because he needed more friction. He quickly looked at you with a slightly panicked expression. As if he was scared you stopped because he moved. And even under the dim light of the room, you swear you could see him mouth the words ‘sorry’. You placed one of your hands on his thigh, your thumb running soft circles into the skin. Silently reassuring him.

You decided you’d tortured him enough and hooked your fingers into the waistline of his boxers. He lifts his hips giving you space to pull them down. You watched as his cock sprung from the tight material. It was slightly red with precum leaking from it, leaving a small, sticky spot on his stomach where it rests. You spit on your hand before wrapping it around the base. His breath hitched. You began to move your hand at an agonizingly slow pace. Breathy moans fell from his lips. You brought your lips down to his thigh, kissing and biting the soft skin. Your kisses trailed to the skin near the base of his cock. Your cheek brushed softly against him sending a shiver down his spine. You planted kisses along the vein that led to his tip. The noises he made slowly became louder and louder the closer to you became. 

“fuck schat (baby). p-please please…” he knew what he wanted but words were failing him. His brain was clouded by pleasure, and the only clear thought he had was you. 

“Please what?” You tilted your head to the side. Your voice was soft, faux innocence laced in your tone. He hesitated before he spoke and tried to regain his thoughts so he could form a coherent sentence.

“I need you. I need to feel more of you,” he begged. His eyes met yours and were glossed over. You never get to see him like this. So needy and desperate. He looked so pretty in these moments you thought to yourself. “Please.”

You didn’t waste any more time before you took him into your mouth, taking in only his tip first. He melted at the sensation, a low groan emitting from his lips. You took in a few more inches and he was quickly losing what was left of his composure. His lip was bleeding from hard he was biting to quiet the noises he was making. It was when you started to hum that a moan slipped out. You thought your name sounded so sweet when it rolled off his tongue in moments like this. His hand was quick to find its way into your hair. He was trying to guide you the way he wanted and take control. But you weren’t having it, so you grabbed his wrist and set his hand back on the couch. Although you didn’t say anything, he still understood. It was a strain not to touch you. He needs to feel something, to ground himself. One hand was gripping the plush fabric of the couch and the other rested on his stomach.

You took in as much of him as you could and used your hand to get what you couldn’t. He watched as his cock disappeared into your mouth. He could’ve came right there at the sight. You brought your head back up just to sink down again. The noises that were coming from him were borderline pornographic. Moans mixed with your name. As you picked up the pace, tears started to form in the corners of his eyes. They fell the closer he got. He was so lost in pleasure. Everything he was thinking about earlier, whatever he was feeling was gone and long forgotten. All he could think about or feel was you and how good he felt because of you.

Quiet pleas started to pour from his mouth as he was getting closer. He couldn’t even form a coherent sentence to let you know he was close. But as if you could read his mind, you knew. You quickened your pace again and your hand was matching your speed. He wanted this. He needed this. He needed to get lost in your touch.  A string of moans mixed with your name was all that could be heard from. You took him fully into your mouth and that was enough to send him over the edge. His hips bucked up into your mouth, pushing himself further into your throat. The world felt as though it stopped spinning as he reached the edge. It struck his body like electricity, and he swore he could see stars. You felt his cock pulsing as you tried to stop yourself from gagging and you felt his cum go down your throat. You let him ride out his high before he pulled himself from your mouth. 

He sat back down on the couch, and saw him finally relax. You looked at him with a smile on your face. He gave you a tired smile in return. You stood up and placed a kiss on his forehead. Your hands found their way into his and you gently pulled him, gesturing him to stand up. He did so and you helped him pull his boxers and pants up. You guided him to your bedroom where you told him to sit.

“I’m going to run a shower for you. Okay?” He nodded tiredly. You placed a small kiss on his lips before disappearing into the bathroom to run some water. When it felt warm enough you walked back out to where he was sitting. He was still in the same spot and was fidgeting with the fabric of his jeans. You brought your hand up to his cheek and your thumb rubbed gently. He leaned into your touch. Taking his hands into yours, you lead him into the bathroom where you both stripped out of your clothes. He followed you in the bathroom where you both get undressed. He immediately stepped inside the shower, letting the warm water run over his body. You were quick to help him get clean and he just leaned into you. He was so exhausted now and you just wanted to get him to bed as quickly as possible. Once you were both finished, you both got dressed and went back into your bedroom. You were first to get into bed and he quickly followed suit. He snuggled close into you, his head resting on your chest. You brought your hand up to run your fingers through his hair.

“Ik hou van jou (i love you),” he mumbled. You can tell he was fighting to stay awake at this point.

“I love you too.” you kissed his forehead before dozing off.

[yo-yo-yeonkai]

AND THEY WERE ROOMATES - KANG TAEHYUN - NSFW

Taehyun x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut

Warning list: Roomates!Taehyun, dom!taehyun, sub!Reader, fingering, degrading (bad girl, dumb, slut, whore), praise (good girl), use of rules, talk of punishment, deprived of the dick she deserves, use of "sir', not proof read yet,

Word count: 1,255

Summary: You only put on your roommates shirt (to tease him) and you were only minding your business (you were definitely showing your body off) and he got cocky and claimed you were doing it purposefully (you 100% were, you needed him)

A/N: Early post for Taehyun’s birthday because I’m too busy to post on the day. Happy birthday Taehyun!!!

"You sit around in my shirt all day, panties out, nipples hard, and expect me not to stare, doll?" Taehyun scoffed, easing closer and closer to you.

The situation you were currently in had only ever been a fleeting dream, a thought that would stain your mind a dirty red, you had never thought it would actually come true.

Currently, you were sandwiched between your sofa and Taehyun. This, of course, was entirely your intention when you put on his shirt, no trousers... but his words and actions still had your mind going blank and shivers racking through your body. When you'd imagined how this may go, you'd never expected Taehyun to be so dominant, or frustrated by just a top.

His hand teasingly ran up your leg, fingers barely grazing your skin, almost like a tickle. You were so sensitive, shaking for him already pathetic. Sparks igniting your skin with want, need.

"it's so baggy, but even then it doesn't cover you properly. Every time you bend over I see your perfect ass." He pauses, running his hand further and further up your soft leg, only just reaching you knee. He was taking his precious time with you, making you wait.

"It hangs off your shoulder you know...I think you'd look better all marked up for me" he finishes, hand reaching the plush of your thigh and squeezing. Not gently like you'd expected, no, he dug his fingers into your skin, he wanted to FEEL you.

You couldn’t think of much but him, but you knew this was strange, even for a flirty Taehyun. He'd rendered you essentially useless with his stupid touches, and sultry words. "Tae, what are you doing?" You whispered, lacking confidence to raise your voice at him when he was so very close to your body. Scared your voice might break and he’ll know how desperate you are for him.

He leant over you, pushing you further into the sofa. "What's it look like I’m gonna do doll... I'm gonna fuck you~" he chuckles. Your thighs act subconsciously and squeeze together, encasing his hand in the soft plush of your thighs. A sigh escaped him as he spoke, "oh? And that's exactly what you want isn't it? Such a bad girl" He draws closer, expectedly.

He was looking for an answer, but you didn't have one, you were wordless, such a dumb fucking slut. He had you wrapped around his finger, but you just couldn't figure out how to comply.

He tuts, pushing his hand higher up your legs until he reaches your clothed cunt, panties wet with arousal. "Answer me slut~" He ordered, seemingly unsurprised by how soaked you were. He just knew you've been walking around the flat all day just thinking about him fucking you, such a naughty little thing-

You chocked on your words, but you got them out like he wanted, "y-yes... I was hoping the s-shirt would catch your attention" you admitted, looking away from him in embarrassment.

He grabs your face roughly and forces you to look at him, his eyes were a deep black, no twinkle like normal. He was hungry, and you would be his meal.

“it's rude to look away from someone whilst they are speaking to you. You really have no manners, huh? First you tease me with this fucking shirt, next you can't even answer me, then you look away from me whilst I'm talking. I'm gonna have to teach you some manners huh? Teach you how to be a good girl?" He pushes his fingers past the brink of your panties, the tips of his fingers instantly coated in the pool of desire between your legs. A gasp instantly slipped from your lips when he circled your clit. "Not gonna answer me slut?" He groaned, eyes darker than you'd ever seen them.

"I'll be a good girl! Fuck me!" You whine, grinding down onto his hand. He leans back so he's sat in between your legs, gripping your hip to hold you in place "first lesson, stay still. I'll fuck you how I want, you’ll take it how I give it… understood slut?".

"Understood" you whimper, nodding pathetically as he begins to sped up. He hums in approval "if you break a rule I'll have to punish you, do you understand that?" He asks once again. You nod at him, once again but quickly remember you need to respond "yes Tae" you whine.

He hums in thought before quickening his pace with his fingers, brutally fucking you dumb. He leans back over you, hand resting next to your head to hold himself up as he whispers in your ear "from now on its yes sir, you got that whore?".

You whine at the sound of his demand and moan "yes s-sir". His lips quirk up so sinfully, god he loved the sound of you calling him sir. He couldn't take the distance anymore, he finally closed the space between your lips as he kisses you. Each move was calculated, mastered like a skill.

His tongue slipped into your mouth as you moaned, seizing the chance to further take control of you, to use you like a puppet. Your tongues twirled together, until he quickly pulled back and bit your lip. Droll slipping from the corner of your mouth and lips swollen from kisses, you whimper "s-sir, please- wan' your cock" you beg. You were utterly pathetic, utterly adorable, perfect... absolutely perfect.

He tuts at you "is this not enough for you doll? Do you need more? Do I not make you feel good enough?" He asked, but it was all a trap, questions to make you trip up so he could punish you. He begged you'd slip up and break a rule so he could have you laid over his lap begging for him to stop as he spanks your pretty ass. He needed that.

"Feel s' good- I just need you" you whine, hands coming up from gripping the sofa to touch his abs, gently running your fingers down till you reach his joggers.

He tuts at your action, using his spare hand to grip both of yours, restraining your movement. A sly smirk spreads across his face, he'd finally caught you doing something else wrong, but technically it wasn’t a rule, so he can’t punish you yet. But he’ll make it a rule. You’ll do it again and he'll punish you, for your own benefit of course. 

"next rule, don't touch me, unless I give you permission. It's a privilege you have to earn by being good for me~" he teases, bringing your hands up to his face and licking your wrist teasingly.

"Sir, please, I need you" you begged once again, trying not to wriggle as he begins to finger fuck you again. "You don't get my cock till you follow all the rules. D'ya understand that whore?" He tuts, and suddenly the realisation dawns upon you, it sounds like you won't be getting his cock at all today.

You nod at him "okay, I'll be good, so good" and by that point you sound so dumb and needy for his cock that he's almost willing to give it to you, but he'll stay strong. He needs to teach you a lesson first. Bad girls who tease him don't get what they want, even if it's what he also happens to want. He wanted to fuck you stupid, drill you into the sofa, but not now, maybe later tonight-

[veroniquesboutique]

Shooting Blanks - Suguru Geto x Reader

Your boyfriend Suguru Geto gets a Prince Albert piercing and makes you wait the whole 6 weeks before you can sleep with him again. You take advantage when the wait is over.

Title: Shooting Blanks

Rating: Explicit

Warnings:

AFAB!Reader, Female Reader, Explicit PV Sex, m-Overstimulation, light bondage, cum shot, creampie, cum eating, Oral Sex f-receiving, multiple orgasms, piercings, pet names (baby & darling mostly) m-Masturbation, consensual voyeurism

Characters & ships: boyfriend!Suguru Geto x Reader

Word count: 4.2k words

18+ Minors DNI!

More explicit below the cut

6 weeks. You had to wait 6 whole weeks to have sex with your beautiful boyfriend, Suguru Geto, as his newest piercing healed. Those weeks were very, very long, and when you received the calendar notification that your waiting period was up today, you almost left work early to greet him at the apartment, but he beat you to it, texting you as you were gathering your things to stay put because he was going to be home late, and it wasn’t worth using the sick time. So you sat down and got absolutely no work done for the next few hours as drool pooled in your mouth thinking about the terrible things you were going to do to him when you got home.

He beats you to it, though, because as you finally get home and slip your shoes off at the door, your boyfriend sidles up behind you and covers your eyes with his large, masculine hands. You hum in enjoyment, leaning back against his chest to feel his body against yours. It’s so warm, and he hulks over and around you, encapsulating your body in his wide stance. He smells of syrupy vanilla and smoky bourbon and shampoo in his long black hair wisping over his shoulders, over your shoulders, tickling your nose as he leans in close to your neck and breaths in deep.

“Hello, my love,” He murmurs, a smile on his lips pressed against the soft skin of your neck, and your body is practically vibrating in anticipation because 6 weeks is the longest amount of time, you think. It must be because it feels like an eternity since you last had him thrusting roughly into you, and the thought alone makes your knees weak.

“Hello,” You purr back, attempting to turn to him to make eye contact, but he follows your movements, keeping his hands covering your vision the whole time, “Something specific you’re hiding from me?”

“Just a surprise,” His voice is already slick with want, deep and rumbling and warm just like the heat radiating from his body.

“I love surprises.”

“I know,” He whispers before slowly starting to lead you into the bedroom you two share. Your steps are slow and shuffling as you try to avoid the corners of furniture that frequently like to bruise your shins, but finally, he sits you down on the bed. He blocks your view, towering above you, and he shimmies his tie off from around his neck. The silky, thin fabric shines in the lamplight as he reaches around you and binds your wrists together. You smile up at him; this territory is familiar, and after this long, anything this kinky is going to finish you in mere minutes.

“This is my kind of evening,” You whisper, starting to lean back, but he grabs you by the top of your head and sits you back upright. He is strong, he is stern, not forceful but commanding.

“You stay here. Sitting like this.” It’s an order, not an ask, so you sit up a little straighter and lick your lips. He finally moves out of your way, and sitting in front of the bed is a single chair. You can’t help but scrunch your face in confusion.

“What are you going to do?”

“You’ll see,” He teases, slowly undoing the buttons on his shirt with one of his hands and grinning at the torture he’s putting you through. You whine a little in desperation and frustration, but when the shirt falls from his shoulders and he flexes just for you, turning at the waist briefly to show off his back, you fall silent in awe. He chuckles and unbuttons his pants and lets them slip to the floor.

Geto is not wearing any underwear underneath.

His cock stands at attention before you, and you gasp, slurping up the drool dripping from your lips, locking eyes with the shiny new appliance adorning the tip of his impressive length.

The look of this piercing against his tan skin is not, on paper, surprising to you. He has other piercings - his earlobes have been done since high school, he said, and he had a lip piercing when you first met him, and he was bragging about how he had gotten his nipples done on your first date. These embellishments to his already perfect skin made him even more irresistible.

This piercing, however, makes a record scratch in your brain. It is beautiful, hugging the tip of his cock like your tongue does when it’s in your mouth, and it makes you want to rub your fingers against it, rub your tongue against it, feel it pressed against your most sensitive bits because he promised he’d do that when he told you he was going to be getting his Prince Albert done and needed a 6 week recovery window without temptation.

He smiles when he sees your eyes locked on his prize. “You like it?”

“I want it,” You whine out, shifting your weight on the bed as the heat starts to build between your legs. What is he doing? Why hasn’t he ripped your skirt, pushed it up to your waist, and slammed right into you?

“Ah, ah,” Geto teases, and finally you peel your eyes up to his, and they are looking awfully mischievous right now. “You are going to watch.”

“Watch?” You ask in disbelief. He wants you to just watch? Has he even seen himself? Does he know how hard that is?

“Watch,” He commands again, letting the words drip like hot honey off his tongue as he sits in the chair, legs spread facing you, his length already hard and dripping and bouncing off his toned abs. Your eyes are glued to his cock, and his eyes are glued to the absolutely crazed look on your face as his hand comes up to grip himself. His thighs tense at just that touch, and a shiver rips through him. “It’s been a while for me too, darling.”

He brings his hand slowly up his length, and he lets his head drop back, and you finally take in all of his body before you. His jaw is tense, and as he gulps down a breath of air, you watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, and it takes everything in your power to not sink your teeth into his neck. His chest is flushed red, and his arms and shoulder keep tensing as he slowly fists himself. His thighs - his beautiful, thick thighs - stretch out wider, and you have full view as his fingers travel up and down his length, a slick noise from the movements making your body ache for him.

He lets his thumb brush against the piercing, and the feeling sends a shock through him, his neck tensing.

“Does it feel good, baby?” You coo, watching him for a reaction, and he groans, rolling out his neck and brushing against it again.

“So, so good.”

“Am I going to get to watch you cum?” You ask, your voice dark and daring, and he pushes his hips up into his hands with another groan

“You’re supposed to be watching not talking.”

You grin, knowing you’re getting him all worked up. “I just want to taste it, baby. I just want to taste it so bad.” He lets out a softer moan at your words, and his hand speeds up, rubbing over his tip and all the way down his length, and his other hand is gripping the seat of the chair. “Please won’t you let me taste you?”

“You’ll get what you want soon,” He breathes out, lolling his head back up to look at you through his eyelashes. A blush has covered his face as well, his hair sticking to a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, and his eyes are glued to yours. You bite your lip and nod softly.

“I need it. I need you to fill me up, Suguru. Please, please come fuck me,” You beg, and you watch his pupils dilate and shrink. His grip tightens, and you see the veins throb in his cock in his hand as he drips all over his own fingers.

“Do you really need me?”

“Yes, yes, yes, I need you. Ruin me, I need you to ruin my body,” You coax, sitting up on your knees, your eyes flitting back down to his length as he pulses, throbs, twitches in his hand. The tip has become a beautiful violet color, sticky and wet with his mess, and his own eyes flutter close as his breathing stutters. “I want all of it, baby.”

Suddenly, he stands, kicking the chair out from underneath him, and he’s beside you in seconds. He still fists his cock with one hand, but with the other, he pushes you down on your back and slides you to just the right angle under him on the side of the bed. Placing one foot on the bed and the other firmly on the floor, he leans his head back, pushes his hips forward, and lets himself cum.

It douses your body, clinging to your neck and collarbone, the thin fabric of your shirt, staining your skirt, dripping onto the sheets from where it hit your arm, it’s in your hair, and somehow, none of it landed on your tongue, sticking out enticingly, and you are just a little furious.

The anger melts away seconds later when he’s pushing your skirt up to your waist, pulling your panties off in a singular swift movement, pulling your shirt up over your face, pushing your legs wide apart, and burying his cock to the hilt in you with no resistance. You call out, arching your back at the sudden feeling of fullness, but his softening cock hardens right back up inside you, and you can suddenly feel his new piercing pressing against your G spot like its a doorbell, and your tongue goes stupid. You can’t even think it all feels so good.

“Is that what you wanted?” He groans in your ear, enveloping your body with his, and he thrusts once experimentally, and the cry that rips from your throat at how nice it feels after so long would be embarrassing if your legs weren’t already shaking with pleasure. You’re lost in the foggy haze of arousal, unable to say anything to Suguru, simply panting into his mouth as his lips find yours, sucking on your tongue as he starts to pound into you.

“I….need….you…” You moan out of your mouth between hiccups as his hips ram into yours, and your brain turns to mushy white noise each time his tip hits deep into you, spasming all of your muscles into what might be the best orgasm you will ever have.

“You have me, darling, you have me,” He whispers comfortingly into your ear. You arch your back, your jaw wretched and frozen open as you try to pull in air. With an uncontrollable need to get him to fuck you deeper, harder, rougher, more more more, you wrap your legs around his waist and push him into you, and it makes him chuckle so deep in your ear that it vibrates your spine and you have to grip the sheets with your still bound hands to keep yourself tethered to the moment.

“More, please, more,” You moan, desperate, and he obliges, pulling your legs up so your knees are to your shoulders, and this new angle splits you open. You have never felt this full before, and at this point, you’re past an orgasm. Your brain is melting out your ears as your pussy throbs around him, and it pushes him on, slamming into you harder and faster, and your bound hands can finally claw at his thighs under you, leaving red angry marks as you try to pull him even closer

“I’m going to cum again,” He grunts, gripping your hips even harder, and you nod, bobbling your head dumbly at his words

“Inside me, please, please.”

That’s all it takes for him to lose it, and you feel him sputter inside you, pouring himself into you, warming you from the inside, melting you, and makes your toes curl. His face is scrunched in pleasure, and his fingers are gripping you so hard that they’ll leave bruises, but it doesn’t matter because the look on his face leaves you needing even more.

“Again, please, more,” You beg, and it breaks his concentration on the pleasure pulsing through his veins.

“I don’t know if I can go again-” He starts, leaning back, but you push up onto your knees and interrupt him.

“I am going to milk you dry, Suguru,” You declare, determined, as you push him back onto the bed, his head lolling off the end.

“Wait, love, hold-” But you cut him off as you settle in his lap, taking his again softening length and settling it between your slick slit before grinding against him. His piercing is now brushing against your neglected clit, and it feels like your body is on fire with the lightning electricity dancing across your skin at every touch. You can feel his cum dripping out of you and onto him, and when he moans, he looks back up at you with pain and pleasure covering his face, his teeth biting into his bottom lip so hard that it might draw blood. “It’s too much,” He whispers, but you can’t stop yourself.

“I need to fuck you again, Suguru, please, I need more.” You feel your begging work as he lengthens, hardens, grows in your wetness, and you sit up on your knees, and when you guide him into you, Suguru’s hands shoot up to your waist with a cry.

“Gentle, please.”

“Okay, baby, yes, gentle,” You nod, you agree, you babble, but your hips say otherwise as you bounce up and down on his length, speeding up when you hear him whimper and moan and whine beneath you because it is simply too much for both of you. His legs tremble, and you settle into his lap again, grinding against him so you can rub your clit against his pelvic bone and feel him kiss your cervix and you’re wild with how badly you want to cum. “Use your hands, please, please, please-”

And he obliges, taking the thumb of his free hand to press against your clit, and you clench around him in response, and when you see the tears start to bubble in his eyes, it just urges you forward, grinding against him at as punishing a speed as your hips could manage. Your walls are spasming with pleasure, and it ripples up his length, and you can feel his heartbeat inside you. Your pants melt to moans, loud loud moans of his name and curses and pleading for him to make you cum. His cheeks are bright red, so pretty, and his hair is sticking to his wet skin all over his body, and his breathing is harsh as you push him closer and closer to an edge.

“I can’t cum anymore,” He groans, and the bite of his nails in the flesh of your hip is delectable.

“I can,” You let out a soft giggle, and his ab muscles contract at the sound. “I haven’t even once!”

“My love,” He’s nearly begging now, and you can hear the wobble of overwhelmed tears in his voice, but it makes you wetter, faster, slicker, needier.

“I want you shooting blanks at the end of this,” You purr, and as you arch your back and crane your neck to stare at the ceiling, you reach back with your bound hands and palm at his flesh, dragging your fingers up his inner thighs, near the base of his length, gripping at his balls. His knees stutter, his breathing stops, and you feel a weak release deep inside you again.

However, you still haven’t cum, and as he whimpers below you, all you want is more.

You still on his lap and push out your bottom lip in a pout. “Suguru, more, please more.”

He brings his hand up to your mouth, cutting off your words, and he catches his breath, sniffling and sucking back tears. His chest bounces with his sporadic breath, and when he finally picks his head up, he looks barely there, lost in a fog of sex and pleasure behind his eyes. His arm is weak, shaky, and his legs vibrate underneath you.

“Just give me a moment,” He whispers before slowly slipping three of his fingers into your mouth. You take it greedily, licking at his skin, swallowing him down as far as he’ll go, sucking frantically needing more. He smiles up at you, so soft it slows your heart just a tad, before he shifts underneath you, picks you up, and places you on your back on the bed. Removing his fingers, he slides down your body, spreading your legs and resting his head on your inner thigh to stare at your messy, sloppy core. “Let me clean you up a little.”

You nod, knowing exactly what he means, needing exactly what he means, and when his tongue slowly drags up your skin to your slit for the first time, you writhe into the pillows, gripping the sheets as a new flooding warmth of pleasure courses through you.

Suguru’s cock was great, but his tongue did things no one could dream of. Absolutely magical, mind-boggling things, and as he licked the cum dripping out of your opening, it shot the pleasure you were looking for directly into your brain. He is slow and deliberate with his movements, sticking to cleaning you, making sure to lick every inch of skin he can reach. He presses soft kisses to the sensitive parts of you, and you can’t help but pant like a dog in response, spreading your legs even wider for him to reach.

His tongue swirls inside you, dipping deep, and you grind your hips softly against his face. When you look down your nose to sneak a peek of the action, you match his eyes as he watches your every reaction, and it absolutely ruins you even more to know he’s getting off on pleasuring you. You grip your hands into the sheets behind you, humping harder against his face, and he lets you use him to chase your high.

“Suguru,” You whine out, carrying out the vowel into a high-pitch squeal.

He takes this as a sign you’re close, and it’s when he replaces his tongue with two fingers deep and fast inside you and sucks your clit between his lips that you finally lose it. You feel the waves of orgasm finally overtake your brain, and it rushes out of you from between your legs and all over Geto’s face. Your back arches almost painfully into the feeling, and you press your face into the pillow next to you to drown out the loud cries involuntarily escaping your throat

“That’s it, good girl, just like that,” He moans against you, continuing to lap up the wetness spilling from you, and your body convulses with the feeling until your brain is mushy and content.

Unfortunately for you, Geto wants his payback.

Just as you settle into the feeling of finally, finally being relieved of the throbbing need that had been pestering you for 6 straight weeks, you look down at him between your legs and see him gently stroking himself again.

“You taste so good, my love,” He murmurs, and suddenly, you’ve been flipped on your stomach, and he’s positioning you on your knees and spreading your legs wide to fit his overwhelming presence.

“Again already?” You ask, wiggling your hips enticingly, and he slaps your ass in response.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked, and you can feel his length prodding against your sensitive hole.

“Aren’t you a little shit?” You mock back, but you take your hands, still stuck behind your back, and spread you ass cheeks apart for easy access. “I’m all yours, baby.”

And he takes that as permission, pushing deep into you again, and it hurts so good that your toes curl immediately and you see stars in your vision as he bottoms out, draping his body over you and fucking into you with relentless speed. You squeak every time he hits deep inside, your mouth stuck open like a doll.

“I…thought…you…were…tired…” You manage between thrusts, and he rumbles laughter into your ear that shakes you straight down to your cunt.

“And then I saw how hot you are. God, you’re fucking irresistible,” He presses open mouth kisses against you back, his lips stinging your back with greed. It’s when he digs his teeth into your back that you can finally feel the gears in your brain turn, and you yelp a little at the pain. You can feel the piercing rubbing against your walls, making your stomach flutter and your toes curl as it pokes and prods.

“I-I like it,” You mumble into the sheets, and when Suguru lightly hums for clarification, you groan it louder. “I like the piercing!” He buries himself deep in you and kisses the soft spot below your ear.

“Good, that was the point.” Another hard thrust. “Touch yourself, darling.”

He barely even had to ask. Your fingers find the bud between your legs, and soon, you’re frantically chasing another orgasm as his hips rocket against yours. Your walls throb in time to his heartbeat in his cock, and if you thought about it for a while, you’d probably think it was romantic, but right now thinking is hard, and it’s probably for the better that the only thing in your brain is just Suguru’s name like a chant to the Gods.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, you feel so good all used like this,” He moans, massaging the flesh of your thighs with his thick fingers, and you can feel the blood rushing to the irritated skin, your nerves sensitive from his manipulation. You press harder against your clit, and your toes curl with need, a wet moan slipping from your lips.

“So big, Suguru, so big,” You mumble, clenching around him to punctuate your thought, and he stutters at the feeling. You turn to see his eyes roll to the back of his head as he gives you a few more thrusts before falling atop you, kissing you, licking at your lips, biting your tongue. His cock spasms inside you, barely leaking the little he has left to give.

The feeling deep inside is victorious, and it helps push you over the edge to your own final orgasm. It has you screaming out, your whole body vibrating with pleasure that turns your vision white before collapsing from your knees. Geto falls atop you as well, careful not the crush you but fully enveloping your much smaller body. Curling up against him, you moan, almost purring, in pleasure, and he welcomes you to him by wrapping his arms around you.

“That was wonderful,” You whisper, stretching your neck to kiss his nose as he finally reaches around to untie your hands. With a brief rub at your wrists, you shift and turn, wrapping your own arms around his neck. You are as close to him as you physically can be, and sometimes even that doesn’t feel like enough.

“It was a lot, that’s for sure.”

“That’s what happens when you make me wait.”

“It was six weeks!” He scoffs a laugh, disbelieving but still playfully smirking. You laugh too, letting a warmth cover your face.

“I genuinely think six weeks is the longest we’ve ever waited. Honestly, give me a half hour, and we can go again.”

He groans, crossing his legs just at the thought of the feeling. “I’m going to need a few days.”

“A few days?!” Your mouth drops open, and he laughs again at your reaction.

“If I promise to go down on you again tonight, do you think you can make it?”

You purse your lips in fake consideration before giving him an over-exaggeratedly sad nod. “I guess, if you hate me, that’ll do…”

“You’re absolutely ridiculous!” He grabs a pillow and gently bats the top of your head with it.

“All I’m saying is don’t ever make me wait that long again,” You wink, and he kisses your forehead softly, pulling you closer.

“Was it worth it?” He whispers, pressing his hips towards you, and you nod wildly.

“You tell me,” You coax, and you reach down, gripping his cock suddenly in your hand, rubbing your thumb along the cool metal of his piercing. He shivers, pulling away quickly.

“Watch it!”

“Worth it, but I never want you to do it again.” You sigh in relief, wiggling from his grasp to lie on your back on the bed. You spread your legs wide, showing a new slick wetness off to him before shooting a glance over at him, your eyebrow high on your face. “Ready to go now?”

[natashaslesbian]

We Saved Each Other (Part Ten)

It’s your first birthday with your new mama, unfortunately it doesn’t go to plan

Word Count: 2.7k

Content: Autistic Meltdown

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“A little to the left” Natasha guided Clint in hanging up yet another banner. “I’ve tied all the balloons up” Maria called as she came into the room. Today was your 7th birthday and Natasha had promised it would be a day to remember. You had never celebrated your birthday having grown up in the red room and with a father who didn’t care, it was something Natasha had been excited about since she adopted you last year. Your day so far had been filled with breakfast in bed, a few presents and now you were at the zoo with auntie Laura and your cousins, Lila and Cooper (and you were very excited that Laura was expecting another baby). You had begged your mama to come with you but she told you she had paper work that needed to be done. Little did you know, Natasha had sent you on a trip in order to decorate your house for a surprise party. After living in the Barton’s barn for a few months, Nat found an adorable cottage in the countryside. You loved your new house, it was perched on a small hill and overlooked fields filled with sheeps and horses. The back garden had a small pond and you’re favourite part of the day was feeding the fish and having Natasha push you super high on the swings. It was the perfect hideaway when the avengers tower got too much, it had been especially crazy since the organisation had formed a few short months ago.

You were currently waiting in line to feed the alpacas, something you had been talking about non stop all day. The line was moving quickly and you could hardly wait “Auntie Laura is it my turn next?” You asked excitedly. “I think so birthday girl, you ready?” Laura asked as she guided you forward, you nodded excitedly as you grabbed your bowl of grass. “Here we go then, lift up some food for them” your auntie leaded you. you smiled widely as one of the alpacas came over to munch on some grass “look Lila!” You cheered as you twisted to see your cousin. In turning your back you accidentally moved the bowl away from the alpaca, making it harder for him to grab some grass. Not thinking anything was wrong, you turned around with your big rosy cheeks and came face to face with an angry alpaca who immediately spat roughly in your face. You screamed loudly as the goo landed on your face “auntie Laura!” You yelled as you dropped the bowl into the pen, distracting the alpacas. “It’s okay sweetie he just got a little angry” Laura said as she lifted you off the small podium you were placed upon. “Get it off me!” You sobbed as your hands began to flap, the first sign that your autism was starting to take over.

Back at home, Natasha was adding the final touches to your decorated house. There were banners on every wall and balloons filled the hallway. Maria was finishing decorating your cake when Clint came running in with his phone held to his ear “Nat, we need to go get y/n” he said breathlessly. Natasha dropped everything as she came to talk to Clint “what’s happened?” She said in a panicked voice, a million thoughts racing behind her eyes. “Some animal spat on her she’s having a meltdown” Clint said as he guided Nat towards the door, the two didn’t waste a second as they climbed into the car and headed to the zoo. “I knew this was a bad idea” Natasha sighed “she’s been so overwhelmed lately I should’ve just suggested the park or something I just wanted today to be special for her” she said in a panicked quickness. “Breathe Nat” Clint said as he placed a comforting hand on his friends shoulder “she’s got her coping mechanisms right?” He asked. “Yeah but she’s never had to use them without me there, she’s never had a meltdown without me, I should’ve gone with her Clint” Natasha mumbled as her eyes filled with tears. “She’ll be okay, she always bounces back, just like her mom” Clint smiled as he consoled Natasha.

Peoples heads were starting to turn at the zoo, some in understanding and some in annoyance. Lila and cooper stood back as they watched their mom try to comfort their dear cousin. Lila still didn’t really understand why you got so upset at what she felt was a tiny problem but Cooper was slowly learning how to help and interact with you. “Where’s mommy!” You cried as you gripped onto Laura’s sweatshirt “she’s on her way y/n okay, deep breaths sweetheart” Laura said. Your knuckles were starting to turn white at the sheer force of your grip, the material being twisted and pulled in between your fingers. Laura had attempted to get you to count to 10, tried the ‘5, 4, 3, 2, 1’ method but so far nothing had calmed you. “Mommy look it’s daddy and auntie Nat!” Lila called as she saw Clint’s car pull into the car park, pointing over with a wide smile. “Y/n hey, look who’s here” Laura cooed, trying to get your focus onto Natasha. The widow came rushing over when she saw your state, pushing past the small crowd of people who had gathered. “Can you give her some space please?” Clint said to all the bystanders. “Y/n baby!” Natasha called as she came over to you, you ran straight into her arms when you heard her voice. “Mama I don’t like it” you sobbed into her arms “I know sweetie it’s ok mommy’s here” Natasha said as she squeezed you with all her might, something she learned early on helped to ground you.

You couldn’t quite remember the actual events that happened next but in your next moment of consciousness you felt the familiar beanbag underneath you and the weight of your blanket was wrapping around you perfectly. You peaked out through your half opened eyes and realised you were at the tower. Your mom had created four calm spaces for you at your most visited locations, your house, Clint’s house, the avengers tower and S.H.I.E.L.D HQ. You opened your eyes fully when you realised it was dim, small lava lamps illuminated the corners of the room just how you liked it. The black out curtains were pulled tightly shut and all the electronics had been unplugged (Natasha spent weeks looking for a battery powered lava lamp). You saw a flash of red hair in the corner of your eyes and were immediately calmed by the presence of your mother. Noticing you were awake, Natasha slowly made her way over to you, sitting close by but far enough away. She began to sign slowly, something Clint was teaching the both of you for when you needed absolute silence. Taking her time to get it right, Natasha signed for ‘voice’ and you nodded slowly letting her know it was okay to talk. “Hi baby” she whispered “is there anything in the room that needs to be adjusted?” She asked. You looked around the room quickly and shook your head no. “Do you want touch right now?” Your mom said, you nodded quickly and reached out for your mom.

Still wrapped up in your weighted blanket, Natasha gently picked you up and sat you on her lap atop the beanbag. She swayed slowly as she held you close, adding the perfect amount of pressure. “You’re not having the best of birthdays are you baby girl?” Natasha said. “No” you mumbled quietly, rubbing your face against the bare skin above Nats t shirt. Your mom pulled her shirt over her head, cooing gently when you whined at the brief loss of contact. You settled again instantly at the feeling of her soft chest. “I think I have something that might make it a bit better, if you want it?” Natasha said as she pulled you close. “What is it?” You asked sceptically looking up at your mom through your eyelashes “well it’s a very special present I got for you” she said as she shifted you in her arms. Now perched comfortably on your mamas knee, you questioned her further on this special present “why is it special?” You asked. “Because it’s more than a present, it’s something mommy has been thinking about getting you for a long time. I think he’s gonna make you really happy” Natasha said. “He?” You asked inquisitively “is it a person mama?” You said. “Not quite, shall we go and find out?” Nat asked. “Yes please” you said as you wrapped your legs your moms waist and held on tight behind her neck.

Natasha made sure you had fully adjusted to the light before she walked down the hall with you on her hip, after pulling her shirt back over her head. She’d given you a fidget toy to help soothe you further, the worst of your meltdown had passed but she wanted to keep you from going backwards into another one. It was a Saturday so the tower was quiet, the avengers floor practically silent, the crew cleaning up after the attack on New York didn’t work weekends either. You passed through the empty halls unfazed and happily stimming with your fidget snake, only when you heard a familiar voice did you look up from your hands. “Hey little spider” Clint said when you smiled wildly at him “are you feeling better?” He asked. You nodded slowly and made grabby hands towards him, wanting to feel the softness of the familiar sweatshirt he was wearing. You settled in his arms until a sharp bark took you by surprise, you covered your ears at the sudden noise but quickly calmed and flashed an inquisitive look at your mom. “What did you hear baby?” Natasha asked you with a wide smile. “A woof woof” you said questioningly “is there a doggy?” You asked as you scrambled out of Clint’s arms to investigate. “Why don’t we go and see where the woof woof came from?” Your mom said as she took a hold of your hand.

You tip toed down the corridor, listening intensely for another sound, particularly a bark. “It’s coming from in here mama!” You beamed as you came to the avengers common room. “Maybe you should go and have a look” Clint said as he pushed down on the handle. Natasha nodded as she encouraged you to enter the room, you walked in slowly to the dimly lit space. Looking up to your right you saw a pink balloon gently flowing around the room. “A balloon mommy” you said as you jogged slowly around the couch. Your eyes went wide when you saw a fluffy grey husky sitting beside the coffee table “a doggy!” You exclaimed as you looked down into the bright blue eyes of the feline “look little spider he has a note with him!” Clint said, pointing towards the folded card on the table. You ran towards it and picked it up to have a look, it read:

‘Hi y/n. My name is Joey. I’m a special doggy to help you with your autism. I am really friendly and will help you need me’

You finished reading and looked back at Natasha “he’s for me mommy?” You asked. “He is” your mom said as she crouched down beside you, calling Joey over to you both “he’s specially trained to look after you when you get overwhelmed” Natasha said as she gently brushed through the dogs hair. You cautiously placed your hand out for Joey to inspect and he wagged his tail excitedly when he sniffed your fingers “he’s funny” you giggled when Joey came up to lick your face, the gentle strokes of his tongue and his soft fur soothing you. “I think he likes you” Natasha said as she released her hold on Joeys collar, she was delighted when he came to sit at your feet and looked up at you with his adoring eyes. “I like him too mommy, can he sleep in my room?” You begged. “Of course, he’s your special doggy y/n, so he can always stay with you. He’ll always be there if you need him, he can tell when you’re upset so he’ll come and help you and he can alert me if you need mamas help” Natasha explained. “Thank you mommy! I love him so much!” You shrieked as you ran into Natasha’s arms.

Nat stood back as she watched you play with Joey, he was so gentle with you that it brought a lump to her throat. Clint wrapped an arm around his best friends shoulder as he watched on too. “I think they’ll be best friends in no time” he said. Clint had spent months helping Natasha research for therapy animals and he’d taken her to all the meetings. Natasha knew as soon as she met Joey that he was the perfect dog for you and after making sure he was fully trained, she couldn’t wait to bring him home. “I’m guessing the party’s off?” Clint asked as he stepped back. Natasha watched you run around happily while Joey chased your balloon. “I think the party’s right here.”

10 years later.

“Sit Joey” you said as you called your husky to your side “good boy” you praised as you slipped him a treat. Natasha came around the side of your truck after securing the last of your boxes. “You’re all set” she said with a slight quiver in her voice. “Mama don’t cry again” you laughed as you pulled the redhead into your arms. “I can’t help it” Natasha said as she took your face into her hands “my grown up baby girl, off to college. Have I told you that I’m so proud of you” Your mom smiled. “Many times mama” you said as you lent your forehead against Natasha’s. Joey whined at the lack of attention and Nat crouched down to stroke him “oh Joey I’m gonna miss you too. The house is gonna be so quiet without you stomping around” she giggled. You took a glance up at your house, remembering all of the memories you never thought you would have. Natasha had made up for every year of love you were deprived of and along the way you found yourself the best family in the world.

Clint and Laura also cried the day you got accepted into Harvard and Tony threw you the biggest going away party, abiding closely by the many rules Natasha had set to make sure you were comfortable. Yelena was gutted that you two wouldn’t be able to take Joey and Fanny for their doggy play dates. After you, your mom and Yelena had taken down the red room, you had gotten so close with your auntie you couldn’t imagine life without her. But she had promised to face time very day, though you knew it would just be to talk to Joey. You never thought you’d be doing this, leaving your family, going to college. There was a time when you thought your life would only ever be spying and killing, but as soon as Natasha came along you knew you’d be okay. She’d been there through it all. Holding you after every nightmare. Being by your side during each meltdown. Comforting you when the PTSD hit in your teenage years. She’d given you the life you never thought you would have.

Opening the door swiftly, you guided Joey up into the truck, making sure his tail was tucked away before closing the car door. “I gotta get going” you frowned. Natasha lifted your chin with her manicured fingers. “Hey, you know I’m always with you, wherever you are. If you need me, you call me and I’ll be there in seconds. It’s time for you to live your life y/n” she said as she gently ran her fingers through your hair. “You’ve already helped me to live my life mommy. I love you so much. You saved me” you cried softly. “Oh baby” Natasha said as she looked into your eyes “we saved each other”

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And that’s it! The end of the WSEO series. Thank you for all the support on this story!🤍

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[4jax4jax]

Rebuffed

Sub Ajax Petropolus x Dom Reader

Summary: Denial is the greatest pleasure of life.

Warnings: 18+, aged up, M x F, strong orgasm denial, crying, vaginal sex, handjob, blowjob, choking, slapping, mild-bondage, lots of begging, use of the titles “ma’am” and “mommy”.

Word count: 2.6K

You knocked on Ajax’s door and waited for a few seconds before he opened it, looking down at you and a smile almost immediately appearing on his face. 

“Hey, what’re you doing here?”

“Hey Ajax, just wanted to come see you. Couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You pushed him back and shut the door behind you. You had been looking up at him with sultry eyes. He looked at you with a confused expression before finally breaking into a smile. 

“I guess that's one way of saying hello.” 

He chuckled lowly, mostly to himself, before speaking again. 

“What brings you today?”

He seemed almost completely oblivious as to what you were insinuating. It was endearing. 

“Just thought I’d stop by and say hello to my favorite person.”

You reached out your hand and placed it over his shoulder, pulling yourself closer to him.

He grins widely as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in closer. The contact made you sigh softly.

“You know me too well. Come in, let’s have some fun.”

“What kind of fun?” 

You ask, sensing you both had completely different things in mind. 

His grin widens even more.

“Well, how about we start with dinner? We can talk and catch up while we eat. Then afterwards, maybe we can go out for ice cream or something? Sounds good?”

You give a light sigh as if you were contemplating it. After a few seconds, you gave him a suggestive smile.

"I was thinking of a different kind of fun."

You began to push him back slowly and towards his bed. His eyes light up with excitement, and a glint of something else. 

“Oh really? Tell me what you have in mind then.” 

By the time you had spoken again, his knees were pressed against the edge of his bed frame. You stopped moving him back and instead just pushed him down by his shoulders so he was sitting. He smirked up at you in excitement and reached out to hold your hips in his large hands.

“For starters, I was thinking I could tie you to your bed and have my way with you, then from there on I decide how I want to use you.” 

You reached out and traced his jawline with your fingers.

He gulped subtly before taking a small shuddering breath. He nodded and looked up at you with wide eyes, almost looking frightened.

“A-Alright, let’s do it.”

With an evil smile, you roughly laid him out against the plush cushions and blankets of his bed.

"Stay still."

You ordered with a stern voice. You turned around and opened his dresser and pulled out a roll of rope. As you had done all of this, he stared at you wide-eyed, obviously scared, but also aroused.

“Y-Yes ma'am.”

You walked back over to him and quickly straddled him, rope in between both your hands. You pulled his wrists towards your own body and began to tie them up. 

He tried to move away from you, but you held onto him tightly and whispered in his ear.

“Don't worry love, I won't hurt you. Just relax and enjoy this.” 

With that, you lean back away from his face and finish tying both of his wrists before securing them to his headboard and looking down at him.

“How do you feel, baby?"

Your voice was filled with true genuine care, wanting to use him however you pleased but also wanting to make sure he was comfortable.

He gulps nervously and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

“T-This isn't so bad...I guess..”

You leaned down and lifted his chin and began to kiss his neck, feeling him shiver and sigh.

He moans softly and closes his eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“Mmm..that feels amazing.”

You gently brought your hand up to his neck and lightly squeezed it, testing the feeling. He gasped slightly, then it had dissipated into a soft moan. He had been unable to contain the pleasure he was feeling, despite the feeling being foreign. 

“Yes.. please don't stop.”

You cracked a small smile in amusement at his neediness so early on. 

"You like it that much, hm?"

You questioned as you squeezed his throat harder and began to kiss him on his collarbones.

He trembles beneath you and whimpers, arching into your touch, practically begging for any stimulation, in any way he could get it. 

“Yes.. please keep going..”

"Beg for it."

He looks up at you pleadingly, desperately wanting you to continue no matter what. He was slowly but surely getting to the point where he’d do anything to have you satisfy him. 

“Please, let me feel all of this. Please.. Give me more.”

You smirk down at him and slap his cheek lightly, making sure not to hit him too hard yet.

"You can do better than that. Beg harder."

He blushes deeply, averting his gaze.

“P-Please, let me love you. Make me yours.”

You grab him by his jaw and slap him harder this time. The expression on your once smiling face had turned into one of anger. Your tone had dropped, and every word you spoke was laced with rage. 

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Ajax, or you get nothing.”

His cheeks flush deeper with embarrassment as he meets your gaze, nodding slowly, not wishing to be scolded anymore, despite it burning a new flame inside of him.

“Y-Yes, Ma'am. Anything you want. I’m sorry..” 

You smirk and lean down to lick his neck all the way up to his ear, before softly whispering into it.

"Good boy”

You finally lift your body up and grind onto him gently, teasing him. He groaned loudly, panting heavily as you teased him further, until eventually you gave in and allowed him to experience true bliss. 

You sunk down onto his dick and squeezed his neck tightly. He cried out in pleasure and tried to move his hands to touch you, but the rope prohibited it.

“Please let me free Ma’am, I need to touch you..” 

You lean down to kiss him, obliging only because you had missed the feeling of his warm hands all over your body. You leaned forward and untied his hands, watching as they immediately flew to grab onto your hips without permission. 

You pull back and smile evilly before pulling your hand back and slapping him across the face. He yelped in surprise and stared at you wide eyed, trying to process what happened. Aside from the red mark that was slowly appearing, his face was already flushed and red from embarrassment and arousal. 

“W-What was that for?” 

You give him a smile out of fake pity and run your hand gently over the mark before leaning down and kissing the area.

"I'm sorry baby, just couldn't help it. You looked too good."

He smiles softly and nuzzles against your touch, clearly relieved that you didn't actually hurt him. 

“Thank you, Ma'am. It felt amazing.” 

His gratefulness for everything you did only fueled the narrative of how absolutely desperate he was for you always, and how much he truly adored you. You smiled and kissed him quickly on the lips before returning to grinding and riding him.

He moaned louder and started thrusting upwards, pushing himself closer and closer towards climax. His breathing stuttered and quickened and his eyes fluttered shut as he reached the peak of ecstasy. He threw his head back against his pillow and practically screamed out a moan. 

You slow down your movements to a torturous pace, grinding your hips down against him and watching as he practically shrivels at the change in pace. 

"You wanna cum, Baby?"

He nods vigorously, panting heavily from the intense exertion. His eyes opened wide and he looked at you with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than for you to bring him to his orgasm. 

“Yes, please.. Please let me cum.”

It would never be that easy, he always knew that.

"Beg for it then.” 

You clenched around him as your body moved slowly. His breathing shuttered and his eyes involuntarily rolled to the back of his head, an intense shiver running all the way through his body.  

His breath hitched and he looked pleadingly into your eyes, begging with every ounce of strength he had. His voice was whiny and breathless, he sounded so helpless, but not helpless enough. 

“Please, Ma'am. I need this so badly..Please let me cum.” 

You shook your head disapprovingly, making him whimper. 

"You're not being convincing enough, try harder, then maybe I'll consider it."

He gulps audibly and closes his eyes, willing himself to obey your command. 

“Ma’am...please let me cum. I'm begging you, please let me cum..”

You leaned down so your faces were practically touching, your lips barely grazing him as you spoke.

"Tell me how good you feel, baby."

He gasps loudly, trembling beneath you.

He takes a deep breath as he begins to tell you how amazing it feels, each word punctuated by an increasingly desperate plea. 

“Please Mommy.. I can barely control myself anymore.. You feel so good.. Please, let me cum.” 

"No. You’ll be a good boy and take what I give to you, and you will only cum when I tell you to, understood?" 

You wrapped your hand around his throat once more, squeezing harder than before. He whimpered in fear, but nodded obediently. 

“Y-Yes, ma'am. I understand, I'll do whatever you say. Just please let me cum soon.” 

He was breathless, all of his energy being put into holding out for you to please you, he wanted nothing more than to be good for you.

You lifted yourself off of his dick and kneeled down, taking him into your mouth instead. You deepthroated him with ease and looked up at him for his reaction.

His entire body trembled with pleasure as you did so, and he could barely form words through the sheer intensity of it all. He moaned loudly, unable to contain his intense expression. 

“Oh my god.. You’re incredible..Don't stop now, please.. don't stop.”

You took his dick out of your mouth and gently kissed the tip before teasingly running your tongue around the head. You looked up at him with a seductive look in your eyes. 

He groaned softly, feeling like he was about to explode. His hips began thrusting involuntarily against your touch, desperately trying to reach completion through your control. 

“Please, Mommy, please let me cum. I’ll do anything for you, please..”

He pleaded, sounding more desperate than ever. You began to use your hands to jerk him off quickly, taking him close to his climax before pulling away completely, torturing him and making sure he didn't cum.

He cried out in frustration, his body shaking from the pleasure that had been denied to him. His breathing became labored and he pleaded again as he pouted, more urgently and loudly this time. 

“Please, Ma’am, Let me cum. I need it.” 

"Tell me how badly you need it, baby."

Your fingernail circled around the head of his dick, teasingly slowing down when you reached the underside. 

He moans louder than ever at that, begging you to let him cum. He was becoming hopeless. Tears begin streaming down his face as he begs you over and over. 

“Mommy, I’m begging you please, please let me cum. I need you so badly it hurts.”

You smiled at the sight of his tears and leaned forward to lick them off of his face.

"I know baby, but you can't yet."

Your words were laced with venom, luring him in with false hope and crushing his faith. 

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, desperate for release, desperate for you. 

"Please, Mommy.”

He whispers, voice softer than ever. 

“Let me cum."

You ignore him and wrap your lips around his tip, sucking harshly as you slowly rubbed his thighs with your soft hands. He gasps in surprise, not expecting such an intense sensation. His whole body shakes as he tries to hold back his orgasm, but it won't be enough for much longer.

He was exhausted from holding back for so long, but he wanted nothing more than to be good for you, and he’d sacrifice his own pleasure just to see you proud of him. 

“Good boy.”

You sensed his immense struggle and knew he deserved praise. And as always, he was over the moon to hear you talk to him that way. 

“Please don’t make me wait any longer, I can’t take it.”

"I'll make you wait as long as I want, and you'll listen to me, because you're nothing but a needy slut who wants nothing more than to cum for your mommy, isn’t that right?” 

Despite his struggle, he grins widely, nodding eagerly. He could barely keep his eyes open at this point, looking so dazed and fucked out without cumming even once. 

“Yes, Mommy. Anything for you. I'm yours forever, I belong to you.” 

You wrap your free hand around his throat and squeeze, cutting off his airflow and watching as his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Beg for mercy then." 

He cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, struggling against your grip. You can feel his pulse racing through his neck as he desperately searches for air, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“Please, I’ll do anything for you, I love you more than anything, I’m yours to use and control no matter what, I worship you, I belong to you, please.” 

You let go and smile at his pleas. Once you had let go of his neck you pushed his head to the side, as if you had just slapped him. 

"That's more like it, if you want to cum, you must beg for it, like a good slut I know you can be." 

He gulps, nodding quickly before taking a deep breath and letting out a shaky sigh of relief. 

“Yes, Ma’am. Anything for you. Please, let me cum.”

"No."

You give him a fake sweet smile and straddle him once again, grinding yourself against him.

He whined in pleasure, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation that was building inside him. His hands reach up to grasp your hips, desperate for even more contact. The grip he had on you made you wonder if when he let go if there’d be a mold of his fingers. 

“Please, Mommy... I can't take this anymore. Let me cum..”

You give into his pleas and lift yourself before moving so his dick is finally inside you. You sigh in pleasure and clench around him.

His body shudders as he feels your warm embrace enveloping him, his breathing becoming erratic. With one final thrust, he lets out an animalistic moan, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout his entire being. 

You let out a breathy and loud moan as you felt his hips lift off the bed with such force that you were questioning just how strong he really was. He had been fucked so deep into you, you couldn’t possibly be any closer to him at this point. 

His entire body shook and shuttered, not being able to contain himself after suppressing it for as long as he could. He was letting moan after moan spill out of his mouth, the torture he endured finally becoming worth it as he shot load after load into you. 

“Thank you so much.. Oh my god, I love you so much..”

He all but whimpered out, sounding as pathetic and defeated as ever, just the way you liked it. 

“You did so good for me, love.”

[im-just-a-mississippi-girl]

Painted Him Perfect

Pairing: Austin Gunn x ex-wife!reader

Category: Angst

Word count: 824

Summary: You finally decide it’s time to be honest about your marriage with Austin Gunn. About how you painted him perfect.

Warnings: None

A/N: I know it’s been 63936383629 years since I last posted a fic 🤣 but here I am! Based off Painted Him Perfect by Alexandra Kay

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There he was, your ex-husband, laughing with his friends like everything was perfect. Perfect. If only they knew just how perfect their buddy Austin Gunn truly was.

You knew after these past several months it was time to be honest. It was time to be honest with your friends, with your family.

The honest truth is that no matter how many times you sang his praises, drove or flew hours and hours to see him, he would mention over and over how he hated the attention. You didn’t understand because you thought that was what he wanted.

Arguments were more common between you two than they should have been. Couples therapy didn’t do any good no matter how hard you tried, tears in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks. Austin never really tried to make it work, never told his truth in therapy. That was rock bottom for you, for your marriage. His true colors and true character shone bright in that therapist’s office. That’s when you knew it was over, when you knew you couldn’t keep painting him perfect, when he couldn’t even attempt to make an effort to work on the relationship. A relationship that you thought was true love but it was all just a slap in the face.

Kris Statlander and Willow Nightingale were two of your closest friends. You met them through Austin so maybe you have one good thing to come out quite possibly the worst relationship you’ve ever been in.

“Hey!” You heard Willow’s upbeat voice coming from your left.

“Hey.” You sighed. Now is the time to tell them. They’re your best friends, plus you have nothing to hide. You fought tooth and nail for your marriage to get better, to please Austin in order to keep the storm clouds away.

“I know that voice. What’s wrong?” Kris was never one to beat around the bush. She noticed you haven’t made any effort to look their way. Her eyes followed yours and she knew immediately who you were looking at. Austin Gunn and the rest of Bullet Club Gold. “You two have an argument?” Kris turned back to you, her head tilted as she studied your face.

Understatement of the century.

Willow shook her head. “I don’t think that’s it. I think maybe—”

“I need to be honest here girls.” You finally looked at your friends and you saw you had their undivided attention, so you let the floodgates fall. Maybe you should have went somewhere more private than roughly 8 feet away from the Bang Bang Gang but part of you wanted passersby to hear, his friends to hear. You just knew that if you didn’t speak your truth then another woman would fall victim to his charm and nice guy act only to be in for heartbreak and misery.

By the time you were finished, Kris’s and Willow’s jaws were on the floor. You didn’t leave anything out. You told the story of how the seemingly ‘perfect’ marriage was all because you made it out to be that way. You told them how you always excused things away as ‘that’s what love is’, but now you knew better. You recalled the big scene Austin caused on vacation at the beach in Atlantic City back in August. August 14th to be exact. Unfortunately, you’ll never forget that date because you’ve never been more embarrassed and ashamed. You even admitted to ignoring the red flags, the red flags you always said you would never let slide. Retelling these stories made you realize that you were yellow and he was green, blue was always going to be the color of your relationship.

During your storytelling, some tears must have fell because felt Willow squeeze your hand, in an effort to comfort. Kris on the other hand was connecting the dots before you’d finish a story.

“That’s what really happened to us. No amount of couples therapy could save us because he didn’t want to save us. Not even when I begged for him to, cried for him to. So the best thing I could do was to paint him perfect so no one knew a thing about just how miserable and embarrassing our relationship truly was.”

“He didn’t deserve for you to paint him perfect.” Kris was fuming. You knew if you gave her the green light she would make that boy’s life pure hell. It was tempting but you wanted something else for him instead.

All you could do was agree. “You’re right I shouldn’t have and it’s a good thing I’m not doing it anymore.”

You didn’t hate Austin Gunn, you didn’t like him, and you sure as hell didn’t love him — at least not anymore. Although, you did want him to feel the pain you felt, you wanted him to be heartbroken. Okay, so maybe you did hate him a little bit, but could anyone really blame you after you told the truth?

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I couldn’t hold back || J.K.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: Mentions of death, bad language

“The name of that good friend of yours, that one you told me about. Oh right, it’s Marco.”

Your eyes bored into the bowl of stew held in your hands, doing your best to remain calm through this conversation.

“You said Annie was involved in his death, didn’t you?”

You didn’t need to look over at Jean to know he was scowling. Marco’s death had taken a toll on both of you, finding out Annie was involved was even harder.

“Have you asked about it yet? The truth behind his death.”

Your head flashed up, eyes snapping between Yelena and Annie quickly. You hadn’t, truthfully, You didn’t think Jean had either. Up until now, you weren’t sure you really wanted to know. The point of it was Marco was dead, you didn’t need to know the details.

“I took off Marco’s ODM gear.” Annie spoke before anyone could inquire more information. “That’s why a titan ate-“ Reiner cut her off.

“Annie was only following my orders.”

The anger in your chest burned, bubbling under the surface. You could’ve assumed he’d have something to do with it as well, but hearing the words come out of his mouth was a different experience entirely.

“Marco overheard a secret conversation I had with Bertholdt. In fear of our cover being blown, I thought the best way to silence him was to have a titan kill him. I slammed Marco into a roof while in the air. And while I held him down, I had Annie take off his ODM gear. Marco was stuck there until a titan ate him.”

It was deathly quiet as Reiner finished, no one quite able to believe what they were hearing. You felt sick, you were furious. You couldn’t bring yourself to look back at either of them, knowing what they’d done to Marco.

“Did Marco say anything at the very end?” Jean spoke up, eyes trained at the fire in front of him. His tone was hard, cold, his body language seemed stiff, almost like a wall.

“He asked why I wasn’t willing to talk to him.” You looked towards him then, meeting Reiner’s eyes for the first time in years. There was nothing but pure regret in them, and it made something twist deep within your stomach.

“I think that question still applies. We hardly tried to talk, we all just kept fighting, assuming it had to be to the death,” You said finally. Your gaze fell back onto your stew as if suddenly uninterested, unable to maintain eye contact.

“I stood and watched the titan as it devoured Marco and then a switch flipped and I couldn’t figure out why it was happening. I just snapped. I flew into a rage, hellbent on avenging Marco. I cut down the titan myself.”

Your grip on the bowl tightened, your body stiffening at Reiner’s words. Anger fired up again in your blood, fueling a burning sensation behind your eyes that made you want to scream.

“We get it, Reiner. You feel guilty and it screwed with your head,” you snapped, your fingers digging further into the bowl, your glare focused only on the blonde man across from you.

“Don’t forgive me. I’m truly worthless.”

It was silent for another few seconds, Reiner’s eyes refusing to meet yours, but the tension was thick. You were on the verge of exploding when he spoke again.

“I’m sorry.”

You were moving in an instant, your half empty bowl of stew thrown to the side, your body moving towards Reiner before you could even register it.

“Y/N!” Hange’s yell fell on deaf ears as you lunged forward, tackling Reiner to his back. You barely registered your fists connecting to his face, your mind buzzing, eyes seeing red.

He made no move to fight back, your hits only stopping when Mikasa grabbed your wrist. “Stop!” You looked over your shoulder, sending a harsh glare up at the girl before yanking your arm out of her grasp.

“Listen to me, Reiner,” you spoke, turning back on the man under you in a flash, your hand roughly grabbing his shirt to force him to look at you.

“You lied to me, for years. You made me fall in love with you and then broke my heart in the worst way possible. You killed how many innocent people? How many scouts? People I knew, people I cared about. And now I can add Marco to that list. My best friend! Now, you’re gonna sit there and try to apologize? After everything you put me through?! I’ll act civil until we stop Eren. But after that, if I ever see your face again, I’ll fucking kill you,” you growled, glaring into Reiner’s eyes, a level of anger you’d never felt before flowing through your veins.

His eyes widened slightly, as he processed what you had just said. The rage inside of you was something you didn’t know how to handle. The need to hurt Reiner overwhelmed everything else, even logic. It was like an instinct. One you could hardly deny.

But you released him, standing and stalking off from the group, ignoring the calls of your name as you did. You needed time alone to process all this. To calm down. Time away from Reiner and the constant reminder of all those you had lost because of his actions.

You hadn’t noticed the footsteps following closely behind you, not until you heard the familiar voice cut into the silence.

“You got him pretty good.” Jean’s tone held a bit of amusement, but there was concern hidden beneath his words. You knew Jean well, if you hadn’t blown up on Reiner, it was likely he would’ve. He cared about Marco just as much as you did, you knew he was angry too. He had just gotten better at masking it.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like that.” You turned to meet his gaze, his eyes soft, his expression kind. He was worried about you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been that angry,” you replied, shrugging lightly. “I know I probably shouldn’t have done that, but I couldn’t stop myself. I’ve wanted to see him again for so long, just to yell at him. But hearing him talk about Marco, I couldn’t hold back.”

Jean nodded thoughtfully, running a hand though his hair. His gaze wandered towards the ground as he thought. Then he looked back at you. “I thought it was hot, honestly, but that’s just me.”

You met his eyes again, a second passing before a small laugh left your lips. You grinned at each other for a moment before breaking out into laughter together.

The laughter soon died down, Jean’s arms moving to pull you into his chest. You sighed into his body, melting into him as you dug my face into his shoulder. Your heart calmed itself, settling against the comforting warmth of Jean.

“Are you alright?” Jean asked softly. You could feel his breath ghost across your head as he spoke. “Yeah, I think I am. Just exhausted, honestly.”

As Jean pulled back to check on me, you smiled weakly, his fingers reaching up to push back some stray hairs around your face. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours. Your hands moved automatically to rest on his waist and you felt his hands cup your cheeks gently as he closed the distance between you.

Our kiss was light, yet filled with emotion. You could sense the sincerity of it, in the way Jean held you tightly and pressed himself closer. Our lips were moving rhythmically, your breaths mingling together. His thumbs stroked circles over your cheeks, soothing your nerves. You relaxed further into his touch, sinking deeper into his embrace and basking in the moment.

When you finally pulled apart, your bodies remained close, both unwilling to let go. Your cheek rested gently on his shoulder, holding him tight. He ran a hand lightly up and down your back, his touch reassuring.

“Thank you. For being here, with me.” Your voice was slightly muffled, still pressed against his body.

“Of course. Always.” His arms wrapped tighter around you. I could hear his heartbeat slowly starting to steady, his breathing calming once more.

[lyranova]

The Mummy AU for Yamichar, please, I think it would be so fitting 🤩💙🖤

Hiya anon! Ooo this does feel fitting for Yamichar! I had so much fun writing this, and I thank you for requesting them. I included Luck in this as Jonathan because…i love the theory that Luck is Charlotte’s brother, and because it makes it more fun! Also the money amount that i mention in this is all in Egyptian Pound currency and is all roughly between 200-1,000 USD! I hope you enjoy~!

Word Count: 2,260

Warnings: Mentions of hanging, noose, gallows.

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“ Welcome to Clover Prison!” The prison warden announced proudly as he grandly gestured around the small, dusty prison as though it were some majestic palace.

Charlotte Roselei quickly cleared her throat but gave the warden a polite nod as she looked around at the prison. She locked arms with her younger brother, Luck, and pulled him close to her; she could see the excitement in his eye as he looked around the prison.

Knowing her luck, if she let go of him at any point during their visit, he would get himself into a fight with a prisoner or worse; he would end up in here as a prisoner.

“ I still can’t believe you stole this puzzle box and map to Hamunaptra-,” Charlotte whispered before Luck cut her off.

“ I didn’t steal it, I just picked his pocket like Zora taught me too!” Luck corrected as he continued to look around the prison with bright eyes.

“ And then you lied to me about it when you gave it to me at the museum!” She finished, her blue eyes narrowing sternly.

“ It isn’t the first time I’ve lied to you,” Luck pointed out innocently, which made Charlotte’s jaw drop.

“ But I’m your sister!”

“ So? How does that make you any more special than everyone else?” He asked, and in response his older sister grabbed his cheek and pulled it forcefully. “ Ow, that hurts!”

“ Remind me to never let you hang out with that Zora or Magna fellow again!” She growled before she let go of his cheek. He quickly pouted at her.

“ Aw lighten up Charlotte, we’re here to have fun!” He told her, and that only made her glare intensify.

“ We are not here to have fun, we are here to see the man you stole that puzzle box from!” She hissed. “ And I will only lighten up once we do and then once we get out of here!” Charlotte then turned towards the warden.

“ May I ask why this man is in prison?” She asked him curiously, as he hadn’t explained it at all this entire time.

“ I have no idea,” The warden admitted. “ When I heard you were coming, I decided to ask him myself, and he said ‘I was just looking for a good time.’” As soon as the words left the wardens lips the cell door burst open and out walked a man with two prison guards at his side.

He was a tall man with a very muscular build. His grey eyes were narrowed in irritation and defiance as one of the guards hit him behind the knees in order to make him kneel. His messy black hair was down around his shoulders and was slightly dusty from the sand.

Charlotte looked at her brother and raised her brow, asking if this guy was truly the one who had the puzzle box, and Luck nodded.

“ Who are you?” The man asked gruffly as his eyes shifted towards Luck, but then slowly moved their way towards Charlotte. “ And who’s the princess?”

“ P-Princess?!” She stammered, her voice a mixture of shock and annoyance. “ I’ll have you know sir, that I am not a princess-!”

“ Oh! This is my older sister Charlotte, and my name’s Luck!” Luck introduced them brightly to the man in the cell, who nodded slowly in response.

“ I figured you two were related,” The man muttered. “ But I wasn’t sure if she was your sister or your mom.”

“ H-His mother-?!”

“ Hey kid,” The man cut Charlotte off, causing her to only become more irritated by him. “ Do I know you from somewhere?”

Luck nodded eagerly.

“ Sure do! We met at a bar a few weeks ago,” Luck said, and the mans grey eyes widened in recognition.

“ You’re the kid that stole my box!” The man exclaimed as he pointed a finger at the younger man, who nodded happily.

“ I sure am!” He confirmed with a firm nod. “ Y’know, you really should keep a better eye on your belongings!”

The man in the cell reached out between the bars towards Luck, who happily jumped out of his reach, before taking off running in the opposite direction with a cheerful laugh.

“ I’m gonna kill you once I get my hands on you, ya brat!” The man growled, but Luck only laughed in response.

“ I’d like to see you try!”

Charlotte sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, this really wasn’t the time for Luck to be picking a fight!

“ Speaking of your puzzle box,” Charlotte quickly said as she walked up to the cell and crouched down in front of the man. “ That’s actually why we came here, to ask you about it,”

The man stared blankly at her for a moment.

“ No you didn’t,” He told her bluntly. “ You came here because you wanted to know about Hamunaptra.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened, her brows raised, and her mouth opened partially in surprise; he saw right through her!

“ You…know about Hamunaptra?” She questioned quietly as she leaned close to his cell.

The man nodded.

“ Yeah, I even saw it in person,” He replied, and that only made her eyes widened more.

“ You saw it? With your own eyes?”

“ Yep,”

“ You swear?” She asked with her eyes narrowed in suspicion, and the man grinned at her a bit.

“ Every damn day,” Charlotte sighed and once again pinched the bridge of her nose.

“ That’s not what I meant,” She muttered.

“ Yeah I know what you meant Princess, I was just tryn’ to lighten the mood,” He told her with a small shrug.

“ Don’t call me ‘princess’,” She growled a bit as her eyes narrowed again in annoyance. The man held up his hands and his grin turned into a smirk as he looked at her.

“ Sorry,” He apologized simply, but there was something about the look in his eye that told Charlotte he wasn’t sorry at all.

“ Anyway,” She cleared her throat before putting a hand discreetly against her face. “ Could…you tell me where it is?”

The man’s brows raised in an ‘are you serious?’ look as he stared at her. She once again cleared her throat.

“ You know, it’s exact location,” She whispered, and once again the man gave her a look.

“ You want to go to the city of the dead?” He questioned, his tone a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and curiosity.

“ Yes, I do!” She confirmed with a nod the man tilted his head a bit.

“ And you really wanna know where it is?” He asked, his brow raised slightly. Charlotte once again nodded.

“ Well, yes,” She confirmed as though it were completely obvious. If she was asking where it was, didn’t that clearly mean she wanted to go there?

Charlotte knew how weird and crazy it sounded, wanting to go to the city of the dead, but this was something she had been looking for for years! And now that it was within her grasp, she wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip by!

The man nodded; after sighing in resignation, he gestured for her to come closer with his index finger. She quickly did as he instructed and moved closer to the bars until their faces were mere inches apart.

Suddenly; the man reached out, pulled her face close to his, and pressed his lips against hers in a firm kiss that lasted a moment or two before he pulled away.

“ Then get me the hell outta here!”

Charlotte, who was startled by the sudden kiss, jumped up and backed away from the cell; her blue eyes wide and her heart racing as she tried to figure out why on earth he would kiss her suddenly like that!

“ Do it Prickly Princess, and I’ll take you where you want to go!” The man in the cell said as he began to fight the guards in the cell.

Despite him being handcuffed, he was still able to knock out quite a few guards, and when even more guards came to restrain him, they still had trouble dragging him away.

“ P-Prickly Princess?!” She shouted indignantly as the cell door slammed shut, an irritated huff escaping her as she pinched the bridge of her nose for the third time in the last thirty minutes.

That man was infuriating! But as much as hated to admit it; she needed him if she wanted to get to Hamunaptra, so for now she would do as he told her and try to get him out of prison.

“ Where are they taking him?” She asked the warden as she crossed her arms, and the warden looked from her to the cell.

“ They’re going to hang him,” He explained simply as though it were some normal, everyday thing.

“ Hang him?!” She exclaimed, her eyes widened and her heart racing as the man nodded.

“ Indeed, apparently, he had a very good time.” The warden responded as he began to walk away.

Charlotte shook her head; she couldn’t let them do that, not only because it was wrong, but also because she needed him! If he was hanged before she could get the location of Hamunaptra, then the city and knowledge inside it would be lost forever!

She couldn’t, no, wouldn’t let that happen!

She quickly grabbed the back of Luck’s shirt and began to drag him behind her as she followed the warden.

“ Look, can’t we make a deal for his release? I don’t know what he did, but surely he shouldn’t be hanged for it?” She asked as she followed the warden up a flight of stone steps towards an observation deck.

“ Listen lady; the only type of deals we make here are the kind that involve money,” The warden told her as he pinched his fingers together before rubbing them. He stepped out on the observation deck, and Charlotte and Luck followed suit.

She gasped softly as she looked out and saw a wooden structure in the middle of a small ‘arena’ with a noose hanging down, and after a moment she watched as the guards dragged the man out of the prison and towards the gallow.

This wasn’t good, she needed to hurry!

“ How much will it cost for me to buy his freedom? Name your price!” Charlotte quickly offered as she sat down beside the warden.

“ I say we should let him and the guards fight it out,” Luck interjected as he stared down into the arena. “ Like what the gladiators in Rome did, that way he can earn his freedom and we can still have all of our money!”

Charlotte glared at her little brother; this was not the time!

“ Okay then, the price is 59,000 Egyptian pounds,” The warden said, and her heart sank to her stomach.

That was around 1,000 British pounds…she didn’t have that kind of money on her!

“ H-How about 11,000?” She offered hesitantly, and the warden scoffed at her.

“ Absolutely not,” He refused with a shake of his head. Charlotte could feel the man’s serious gaze on her, so she looked out towards him in the arena nervously.

“ Mind hurrying it up, Prickly Princess? I can feel Anubis starting to breathe down my neck down here!” The man shouted, and her nervousness quickly dissipated and was replaced by annoyance.

She almost had half a mind to let them kill him just to teach him a lesson.

“ 17,000?” Charlotte offered, and the warden shook his head again.

“ Hang him!” The warden instructed and she immediately jumped up.

“ No!”

“ Shit.” The man muttered under his breath as the floor disappeared underneath his feet, and he dropped through the hole in the floor.

Charlotte watched anxiously as the man began to struggle. She needed to hurry! She turned back to the warden.

“ Fine; 35,000!” The warden tilted his head.

“ 53,000,” He countered, but she shook her head.

“ 48,000!”

“ Alright, 41,000!” The warden offered, and she blinked in surprise before quickly grabbing his hand and shaking it.

“ Deal!” She happily announced, and the warden stared at her in shock for a moment before he realized what had happened.

His offer was lower than hers! He groaned loudly before turning to the arena.

“ Cut him loose!”

The guards cut the man loose and he fell onto the ground with a thud, and he coughed and gasped for air before looking up at her with a big grin.

Wait, a grin? Why was he grinning at her?

“ Thanks for the save, Prickly Princess, I would’ve been a goner if you didn’t save me!” The man shouted as he gave her a thumbs up.

Charlotte felt her cheeks heat up; how could this man be so infuriating one minute, and heart fluttering the next? She quickly shook her head, now was not the time for those kinds of thoughts!

As she handed the warden the money she realized something.

“ What is his name?” She asked the warden curiously, and he frowned.

“ Who? The prisoner’s?” Charlotte nodded. “ Hmm, I think they said his name was ‘Yami’ something? I’m not too sure, all I know is that he’s a Japanese national.”

The warden took his money and walked away, leaving Charlotte and Luck standing there in the observation area.

“ This is going to be such a cool adventure!” Luck said excitedly as he watched the guards drag Yami away.

Charlotte sighed. ‘Cool’ wasn’t the word she would have chosen to describe their adventure; in fact, the word she would have chosen would have been ‘interesting’.

Especially if the mysterious man called Yami, who both infuriated her and made her heart flutter, joined them.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

[nymphoheretic]

˜”°•.˜”°• Deadly Games We Play •°”˜.•°”˜

Nymph: Repost from my old blog but, Its here! It’s finally here! I am so excited to post this! This idea has been in my head for months and I was kinda nervous about posting it, but fuck it! I hope you all like it as much as I did writing this!

Warnings: 18+ content, smut, oral(fem recieiving), teasing, dirty talk, fingering, clit slaps, orgasm control/denial, edging, spit kink, sir kink, spanking, blood, minor character death (mentioned), weapons (knife and gun), poison usage, alcohol usage, pole dancing(inspired by this)

Pairing: Mafia Boss!Rengoku Kyoujuro x Assassin Fem!reader

Word count: 5.3k

Tags: @bakugosbratx @yeahitzally @comatosebunny09 @auraee @cherryblossomsenpai @babiefwuit @linpunny @shirohyorin @kyojuro-my-wuv @bajiissofine @lovely-shimmers @sassysaxsolo @sailewhoremoon @unknownspecies (sorry for the second ping! I private the first one! I'd love for you to reblog it again!)

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You knelt down on the shiny, hard wooden floor as you awaited your order from the man who hired you. Breathing shallowly behind the thin black mask you wore to conceal your identity, you dared to look up at the man sitting in the throne-like chair in the center of the room. You were a highly trained assassin, the best in your class. You were skilled with every type of blade and made your own extremely potent poisons.

“Lord Muzan, I await your orders.” you said softly, gazing into the man’s eyes with your own.

Muzan Kibutsuji, one of Japan’s most notorious Mafia lords, was a rather attractive man with short black hair with long side bangs that framed his handsome face and piercing red eyes. Eyes that were now locked on the woman kneeling before him. You were dressed in all black down to your black heeled boots. 

“I need for you to eliminate the family that has become quite the thorn in my side.” He said, his voice calm and alluding the amount of power he had. Muzan snapped his fingers and one of his servants presented the woman with a photo. “That is the Rengoku Mafia Family. Kill them.”

You took the picture from the servant, observing the family. All three males had the same flame colored hair and golden-vermillion eyes while the woman (the mother you presumed) had black hair and soft red eyes.  You almost felt a bit of sympathy for them. They looked like a nice family, maybe you would use your poisons instead. 

“Yes, sir.” you started to rise out of your kneeling position when a hand clamped down on your shoulder, squeezing roughly.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are.” A voice snarled. “But killing Kyoujuro and his family is my job.”

Turning to look at the man who grabbed you, you saw that it was a man with pink hair and golden eyes.  Your lip curled down into a frown as you growled out, “It would be wise to let me go if you wish to keep that hand.

“What can you d-” before he could even finish his sentence you had your thighs locked around his neck as you swung your weight around, throwing him to the ground. A blade slid out of the heel of your boot as you stabbed it near the side of his head. He looked at you with wide eyes as a stinging pain spread from the slow forming cut that split his cheek. Blood pooled in the wound before falling down the side of his face.

“Akaza.” Muzan said simply, glaring down at the pink-haired man pinned by the small woman. “Effective immediately you are reassigned from the Rengoku Family.” His voice carried across the room commanding with a lingering threat. A slow smile began to tilt at his lips. “Unless you can beat her.”

Akaza grabbed the woman’s leg and tossed you off of him before dropping into a kneel.  “Sir, if given the chance. I will not kill her but I can put her out of commission.”

You laughed, maybe a bit too loudly, as you glared at Akaza. You just had him pinned, cheek split open by the blades in your heels. And he thinks he can beat you? “I’m sorry. You? Put me out of commission? Take a hint from the blood spilling down your face. You cannot win.” Small daggers fell into your palms from the hidden compartment attached to your wrists and you pointed one of them at the man. “You’re more than welcome to try. I’ll try to not kill you.” you glanced over at the man who hired you. “With your permission, Lord Muzan.”

Muzan sat back deeper into his throne, his long legs crossed at the knee as he placed his intertwined fingers under his nose. There was a long pause of silence as the two assassins waited for his orders. The woman poised with her blades and Akaza dropped into his fighting stance. “Granted.” He watched with mild amusement as the two began to fight.

You dodged Akaza’s quick flurry of punches he aimed at your face, retaliating with your own with the dagger clenched in between the webs of your fingers. Your blades, while never piercing his flesh with a direct hit, left glancing wounds on his face, neck and shoulders. You somersault backwards, the blade in your heels sliding out. 

Akaza took a step back to avoid the sharp knife hidden in your boots when you flipped, the tip barey grazing his chin and leaving a small knick on his skin. He had to admit the woman was a decent fighter, but it was time for him to get serious. Only he was allowed to kill Kyoujuro. Akaza would not let some stranger take his prize. 

His foot slammed down into the floor, splintering the wood as he focused his strength into his fists. Akaza would shatter the bones in your arms first, to hear you beg for mercy before breaking your legs and making you crawl back to where you had come from. Just as he was about to attack again, he stumbled, a nauseous feeling overcoming him. Akaza gagged and covered his mouth and it felt like he was both going to choke and vomit at the same time. Why did he feel so sick all of a sudden?

“It took long enough.” you walked over to where he was standing, watching him sway on his feet. “The poison has finally coursed through your blood.” you pulled a vial out of the valley of your breasts, swirling the liquid around. “I coat each of my blades in this serum that I make. It’s a deadly poison.” you stood in front of Akaza, a slight smile curling at your lips beneath your mask as you pressed your fingertips against his exposed chest and smeared the blood that dripped from his wounds. “Does it hurt, Akaza? Or should I say Soyama Hakuji.”

Gold eyes widened. How did you know his birth name? He has not used it since he was a child. Akaza choked on his own bile as it rose up in his throat as he struggled to speak. Was he going to die? Poisoned like a worthless creature after not even landing a single blow on this woman, this fem fatale. 

He flinched when you suddenly injected him with a needle and the nausea slowly started to go away as he dropped to his knees to empty the contents of his stomach so that he could breathe again. “Wh-why did you?”

“I don’t kill anyone who isn’t my target.” you said simply as you tossed the needle away on the ground and put the vial back in the inner breast pocket of your top. You walked back over to where Muzan was sitting still crossed legged up now he held his face in the palm of his hand, looking quiet assumed. “Was that display to your satisfaction, Lord Muzan?” you asked as you crossed your fist over your heart and bowed.

Muzan sat up on his throne, a smile curling at his lips. “It pleases me to know that the Rengoku Family will be disposed of.” He said, looking satisfied. “The funds will be transferred to your account when you’ve brought me their heads. 12 million for each one.”

You nodded as you slid your dagger back into the weapons compartment before bowing once more. Your heels clicked as you side stepped Akaza, who was still hunched over and probably still wondering how you knew his birth name. You stopped at the door, turning to the pink-haired man on the floor. “Because you were once my target before the hit was called off. Be grateful.” you exited out of the room.

Once you had left the building, you tugged your mask down and pulled out the photo you had placed in your pocket. You suppose you should start with one of the brothers. Killing the younger one first would leave a bitter taste in your mouth because he looked so adorable with that kind smile on his face. You glanced over to the other brother. 

“Pity.” you said as you took in the older brother’s features. “He’s kinda cute.” Slipping the photo back into my pocket, you pulled your mask back up on your face and hid in the shadows as you made your way back home to plan out your tactics of getting rid of Rengoku Kyoujuro as quickly as possible. Even if you did not kill the whole family before your deadline, the twelve million you would get from just him would be more than enough.

-0-0-0

Bored.

Kyoujuro was bored. Very bored at this party that was supposedly thrown in his honor. He set his face into the palm of his gloved hand as he watched the scantily dressed dancers try to seduce him with their movements. None caught his eye. Kyoujuro reached for his drink, Brandy on the rocks, and swirled the glass around before taking a drink. His attention was caught when the music changed in tempo, becoming dark and seductive.

“INTRODUCING A NEW DANCER: THE FEM FATALE!”

Kyoujuro leaned back into his seat, legs crossed at the knee. The Fem Fatale. A dangerous name. He hoped this one would provide some entertainment for him. He watched the stage with hooded eyes as the lights changed to a dark shade of violet, his glass to his lips as he waited for the performer to come out.

His tongue wet his lips when a woman dressed in dark red lingerie with a black corset tied around her waist to give her more of an hourglass figure and a sheer black robe with red ostrich feathers decorating the train and sleeves. Her feet were wrapped in a pair of thigh high leather boots and she had a riding crop for her prop. She also left her hair down to frame her face beautifully. But what piqued his interest the most was the black lacy mask that covered her eyes, hiding her identity from him. Kyoujuro wanted to know who this “Fem Fatale" was.

He watched with greedy eyes as she strutted slowly down the catwalk, tapping her thighs with the riding crop until she reached the pole at the end. When her music started, she bent over and flipped back her hair, but a few loose strands covered her face, giving her a seductive look. Kyoujruo’s eyes never left her body as she danced and twirled around on  the pole. He sipped at his drink as he watched her spin and spread those delectable thighs until her legs were in a straight line as she spun on the pole.

Kyoujuro felt the front of his pants become snug as she used the riding crop to spank her naughty ass and cunt as she spread her legs from the audience. Slowly, she stripped out of her robe, tossing it to the side as she grabbed hold of the pole. His cock twitched as he eyed her thighs and breasts as she danced around on the ground, her legs looking miles long as she stretched them over her head.

The front of his pants became almost unbearably tight when she ripped off the corset, her cute tummy on display for his viewing pleasure. His eyes followed her every movement as she slowly climbed up the pole, and begin spinning and twirling. Fuck, she was sexy. Her display of strength and her slow, eroctic movement turned him on. When she spun around on the pole, supporting her body with just her upper body and ankles, Kyoujuro knew that he had to have her.

When her performance was over, Kyoujuro motioned for his bodyguards to go find her and bring her to the private room he rented.

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You stepped out onto the stage when they called out your stage name. You walked slowly down the catwalk, tapping the tops of your thighs with the riding crop you used as a prop. Your eyes sought out for the Rengoku’s and you found him already staring at you with those beautiful golden-vermillion eyes and a glass to his lips as he took a drink. I made my way to the pole, heels clicking on the runway. Flipping my hair back I made eye contact with him, watching him adjust his pants.

Coming out of my robe, so I would have more freedom of movement, I slowly slid down the pole as my legs spread into a split. The Rengoku’s eyes never left your form as you danced around the pole, stretching your legs as you spun around on the pole wih just your hands. You slid down the pole until your knees touched the ground. 

You moved your body around seductively, your hair flying around with your movement and sticking to your  gloss. Knowing that your performance was coming to an end, you snatched off the corset.

As your performance was coming to an end, You decided to show off my strength by locking your legs around the pole while spinning around in place. Slowly, you let go of the pole and supported yourself by arching your back against the cool metal while pressing your ankles down to maintain my balance.

 You could feel his eyes on you as you spun around in slow circles. You wished you still had the riding crop to slide it along your covered heat and thighs, but you could tell he was already mesmerized by you. By the time you had finished your routine and blew a kiss to the crowd, he was gone and you knew that he was going to look for you.

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Kyoujuro sat in his private room, waiting patiently for his bodyguards to acquire the woman. He fixed himself another drink and poured one for you when they brought you to him. A soft knock at his door brought a smile to his face as he beckoned them inside. 

When the woman stepped inside his private room, you were even more beautiful up close than on stage. Luscious lips, perfect breasts, adorable tummy, beautiful hips and thighs, you were a goddess among goddesses.

He dismissed his bodyguards with a wave of his hand. “You can leave.” He said simply, eyes never leaving the woman in front of him. Your eyes were still covered by that lacy black mask and he was dying to see the beauty that laid underneath it. He smiled easily and laughed when you looked around the room. “I don’t bite.” His lips curled upwards into a hint of a seductive smile. “Unless you want me to, princess.”

Kyoujuro watched as your lips parted in a gasp and he held out the glass that he poured the drink into. “Brandy?” He asked, walking over to you so that you could take the alcohol. 

You took the drink from him with a shy smile. Standing this close to him gave you a better look at his handsome features. You could see the way his gold-red eyes sparkled in the light, his perfect jawline, pearly-white, straight teeth, soft yet firm looking lips that were almost always pulled into a smile, and his voice was so deep and rumbling. ‘It’s a shame such a handsome man has to die.’ “Thank you.” you took a sip of the rich brown liquid, a bit surprised at how smooth it went down.

He laughed lightly,  gaining your attention. “Smooth, isn’t it. This is Mendi Coconut Brandy.” Kyoujuro refilled your glass and his before clinking them together. “I enjoyed your performance. “He complimented you, walking over to the couch and sitting down. Spreading his long legs, he patted his thigh for you to sit down.

You eyed him, trying to figure out the best method of killing him. You had the knives hidden in my boots that you used to dispose of the real entertainer earlier. You also have your poisoned hairpins tying back your locks you could use. Your eyes caught the movement of him rolling his sleeves up and you saw the dark swirls of the tattoos inked into his forearms. Fuck... Your body automatically moved over to sit down on his leg as you  gave him a shy smile. “Is there something you want?” 

Kyoujuro leaned in, the sweet scent of your lotions filling his scenes. Coconut. You smelled sweet like the fruit and it made him wonder if you tasted just as sweet and was as tender as the flesh. His fingers found your delicate wrist, the pads resting against your pulse and feeling the blood rush through it. “Nervous or excited to know why I called you here?” His smile was gentle, yet still a bit sadistic. Kyoujuro was the hunter and you were his prey.

Pulling the hair pins out of the bun you wore, letting your hair down, you smiled at him. “Oh, I have an idea of what you want.” you said as you shifted in his lap, straddling his thighs. Placing your lips against his ear, you whispered, “But too bad I won’t be giving it to you." You raised the poisoned pins high, ready to send them into the veins of his neck. “Next time don't be so quick to dismiss your guards.”

He sensed the danger and before you were able to plunge the sharp tips of your weapons into his neck, Kyoujuro knocked your hands away. The pins scattered across the room as he quickly flipped your positions on the couch, his gun drawn and pointed at your forehead as you had drawn a hidden blade and pressed it against his neck. “Hm...you’re a better one than the last one he sent.” His finger rested lazily on the trigger.

You began to feel a bit nervous at the large Colt .38 pointed at your head, but you didn’t let it show. “Big words coming from the Boss’s underling.” you tightened your grip on the handle of your knife, pressing it tightly against his skin. “What makes you think I can’t slit your neck before you can pull the trigger?” you fought the urge to flinch when the cold metal pressed even deeper against the center of your forehead.

Kyoujuro smiled down at you, his lips pulled taunt at your words. “The boss’s underling?” He chuckled as his finger itched to pull the trigger from that statement alone. “You have me mixed up with my father, I believe. He was the former head of the family.” He reached around and pulled at the silk strings that held your mask tied closed.

Rengoku Shinjirou wasn’t the boss? You began to sweat a little, the strings of your mask dangling with the tips tickling your shoulders. The only thing keeping it held up over your eyes was the barrel of his gun. Why didn’t Lord Muzan tell me that Rengoku Kyoujuro was the Mafia Boss. You would have targeted him last. You swallowed thickly as he slowly reached for the edge of the lace mask.

“Let me see this face of yours.” He hummed, pulling his gun back slightly, ignoring the bite of your blade against the side of his neck. Grabbing the lace between his fingers, Kyoujuro pulled it away revealing your beautiful face. You were gorgeous. “Fem Fatale. I see why you picked that name. Many have tried to come assassinate me and my family, but you’re the first one that used this method.” He hummed as he grabbed your knife in his gloved hand quickly and yanked it from her grip. “Muzan finally thought of sending a woman instead of that pink-haired bastard.” The tip of his gun moved down to tilt your chin up so that he could stare into your eyes.

You shivered as you looked into his golden-crimson eyes. They were so cold yet beautiful with that glow of lust that swirled in his irises. You felt helpless without your blades and Kyoujuro was so much bigger than you that you wouldn’t dream of taking him in hand to hand. Then there was the gun he had pointed at you. You swallowed thickly. “What are you waiting for? Kill me. You know that I came here to kill you by Muzan’s orders. Unless you want to offer me more money to take out Muzan for you.”

Kyoujuro clicked his tongue as he tapped the tip of his gun against the bottom of your jawline. “Now what is the fun in that, princess?" He trailed the cold steel down your neck to the valley of your breasts, pointing the barrel at your heart. “How much?”

“12 for each head and double if I finish before the end of the week.” you answered quickly, your eyes glancing over at the corner where he had thrown your weapons. You wished you had gotten time to redress into your normal attire, but his bodyguards had barged into the dressing room almost as soon as you had closed the door. You barely had time to grab the hair pins.

The more he stared at your barely covered body, the silver of his gun contrasting beautifully with your skin, the tighter the front of Kyoujuro’s pants became. Fuck you were gorgeous. He tapped the weapon against your breast, smiling when you jumped. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll let you go. But...” he trailed off, finger toying with the trigger. “On one condition.”

You arched your brow as you tilted your head to the left. Has he lost his mind? Let you go? You were just going to take another attempt on his life, maybe even go after his family first. “And what might that be?” you would play along with whatever he wanted if that meant you would live.

“I will make you fall in love with me before the deadline of your assassination attempt.” He smiled pleasantly, laughing a bit when you recoiled your head back. “If I can’t, you can have my life, but if I do, you’re mine.”

“You’re not fucking serious!” you screamed at him. You? Fall in love with him? “You really think I won’t just try to kill you while you attempt to woo me?!” your brain stopped working when Kyoujuro reached out and placed a black leather gloved finger against your lips, silencing your rant. Damn him. Did he know you thought he was attractive? 

His smile never left his lips. “I never said you couldn’t keep attempting to kill me, but I will thwart every effort and won’t stop until I break you and make you mine.” Kyoujuro leaned in, moving his finger and slid his tongue out and ran it over the seam of your lips. “Come on, princess, just admit that you’re attracted to me.” his hand trailed down your neck.

Your lips were on fire from his touch as you looked up at him wide eyed. His fingers made your skin come alive when he led them down the front of your throat. “What are you...” you trailed off when his gloved fingertips traced over the swell of your breasts, his gun now being holstered back into its holder at his hip. A soft moan escaped when his palm brushed over your nipple before he used both hands to cup your mounds.

“Sensitive thing, aren’t you sweetheart?” Kyoujuro chuckled as he pushed you back onto the couch, his knee sliding between your thighs. “Let me give you a taste of what you’ll receive once you’re mine.” He leaned his head down slowly, intending on kissing her but his lips were met with your cheek as you turned your head away.

You placed your hand over your lips. “I’ll agree to play your little game, but I have my own rules.” you held up two fingers. "First is that unless I say yes, you cannot fuck me.” your head rolled back when his thigh pressed firmly against your heat, tempting you into giving into his touch. But you had to hold firm. “The second is until I say so, no kissing either.”

Kyoujuro gazed down at you, his brow arched before he sighed. “Fine. I won’t fuck or kiss you until you say I can, however,” He snatched your hand away from your lips and grabbed your chin, hooking his thumb on her bottom lip. Gathering a pool of saliva in his mouth, Kyoujuro let it fall from his puckered lips and into your parted lips, landing on your tongue, “have a taste of what you’re missing out on.”

As his spit slid down the back of your throat, a small whine left you. He tasted like the coconut brandy you had drunk, rich and smooth. You wanted more, but Kyoujuro had already latched his lips onto your neck, nipping and sucking his marks into your flesh. 

Your back arched off the couch, grinding your core down further against his hard thigh between your legs. His hand began to massage your breasts, squeezing the flesh until it spilled over in his palms.

“Come on, little one. Let me hear those beautiful moans.” He licked a line down your neck to the valley of your breasts. Kyoujuro pulled the cups of your thin, lace red bra down, pushing your breasts out. His mouth began to water at the sight of your taut nipples standing to attention for him. Latching his lips around your left one, he pinched and twisted the other in between his fingers. Soon a symphony of your saccharine moans graced his ears.

You could not hold back your cries when Kyouuro began toying with your nipples. You weaved your fingers into his silky blond hair to hold him against your chest.

 The pleasure was starting to consume you as he did wickedly sinful things to you. You let out a gasp when you felt his other hand glide down your belly and rested between your thighs. He moved his thigh down so that he could cup your sex over the thin red panties you had on.

Kyoujuro used his teeth to pull his gloves off his hands. He then pushed your underwear to the side and slid a finger along your slit. Releasing your nipple with a wet sounding ‘pop’, a smirk curled at his lips. “You’re already so wet, Princess.” He ran his finger up and down your cunt, parting your folds and watched your lewd juices glisten. “Look at this pussy, just dripping and sopping wet for me. Are you sure you haven’t fallen in love with me yet?”

Your face heated at his words as you swallowed thickly, the taste of coconuts still heavy on your tongue. “N-no!” you whimpered, feeling two of the thick fingers swiping through your slick coated slit. “I’m not in love with you.” A gasp left you when he suddenly pushed those digits inside your clenching hole and your hands gripped the leather exterior of the couch. “Fuck.”

Kyoujuro thumbed your clit as he thrust his fingers in and out at a leisurely pace. He watched every expression that appeared on your face. Marvelling a each lewd sound your pussy made as he fucked you with his hand. Adding a third finger and curling them, Kyoujuro found that spot that made you squirm and shake around him. He licked his lips as he stared hungry at your cunt. You only said that he could not kiss your mouth...

You were drowning, lost in the overwhelming ecstasy that he was causing on your body. Your nails dug into the upholstery of the couch. His fingers found your spot quickly, like he knew your body like the back of his hand. Your eyes slid closed as you started to lose yourself in the mind numbing pleasure. Until you left something hot and wet dripping onto your sex. My eyes shot open when I saw Kyoujuro spitting onto your clit, smearing it over your opening before lowering his head. “What are you doing?!” you kicked your legs out as you tried to grab his cheeks.

He looked up at you with a sinister smile on his lips before he slapped your clit, the stinging pain causing you to freeze up. Kyoujuro smiled up at you as he gathered your legs over his shoulders. “You only said I couldn’t fuck or kiss you, but you didn’t specify how to fuck you or what lips I could kiss.” He spanked your clit once more before gliding his tongue over the nerve.

Your head fell back as you gasped from the stinging pleasure of having your sensitive bud slapped and abused before his warm, wet muscle circled it as if trying to soothe the pain. You moved to curl your hands even tighter into his hair, not knowing if you were trying to pull him away or push him closer to your needy cunt. “Fuck...” you whimpered softly.

Kyoujuro licked up and down your folds, relishing in your sweet taste. You were indeed sweet and tender, even more so than the fruit. He could stay between your thighs, eating and drinking from your drooling hole all day. His nose brushed against your clit as his tongue dipped into your sugary hole to gather your slick. “This pussy is going to be all mine.” He groaned. “Won’t it?” 

In your lustful daze, his words rang true in your ears. “Yes!” you screamed out, flinching his hand came in contact with your ass, the rings he wore possibly leaving an imprint on your skin. You quickly changed your words, “Yes, sir! My pussy will belong to you.” you whined out, fingers tightening in his long golden hair as you bucked your hips upward.

He hummed as he sucked at your opening to taste as much of your sweetness as possible. A combination of your juices and his saliva rolled down his chin. You tasted better than the finest of desserts. Moving his lips up to your swollen nerve, he flicked it with his tongue as he pushed his fingers back inside your slick, clenching hole. Your cream began to smear onto the silver and black rings he wore.

“Oh fuck...” you moaned out as he attacked your clit with quick flicks. You shook your head from side to side as your thighs began to tremble and shake around his head as your back arched even further off the couch. Kyoujuro caught your body before it landed back onto the cushion, pressing your cunt deeper into his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” you chanted as your high was nearing. “Right there, please, right there.

Kyoujuro felt your walls clenching and fluttering around his fingers. He gave your clit one last suck before pulling away completely, ruining your orgasm. The Mafia leader gave you a sweet, charming smile before he placed his still wet fingers into his mouth. “Gotta become mine if you want to cum on my tongue, princess.” Standing to his feet, Kyoujuro reached for his suit jacket before reaching behind the couch for his katana. “It’s been fun. Until your next attempt, little fireball.” He walked out of the room

You sat up, knowing he did not just leave you on edge like that. The throbbing in your core let you know that he indeed left you in such a needy state for him. Clenching your hands into tight fists, you declared. “I am going to kill him!”

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Clandestine Meeting (Joel Miller x Reader) Chapter 2

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Joel Miller x Reader

Joel's life has been filled with darkness and despair. For years it has felt as though his life had been drained of all color. He never dreamed that he would find anything to change that. That is until one day he finds a girl who becomes his rainbow.

Word Count: 1056

Rating M: For later chapter right now it's just a meet-cute.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Discussion of DV, nothing graphic, but talk about bruises.

These first two chapters are just going to be short little vignettes, I wanted to establish some groundwork with the characters before we start getting into the meat and potatoes of the story. Please show some love, would love to hear your thoughts. Thank you!!!

The next time Joel saw her was a few days later. And the minute his eyes saw her, his day instantly brightened. He couldn’t explain it, he didn’t under how one person could have such an effect on him. And yet there she was, a smile on her face as she walked down the street, her wagon of water behind her. 

The minute others began to catch sight of her, they began flocking to her cart, begging for water, and she greeted them all by name. She knew who everyone was, what their story was, how they had ended up in Boston. She took the time and effort to treat everyone like actual people, as if the world hadn’t ended, and life was normal. 

“She is an angel,” He had once heard and older woman call her and he couldn’t help but smile. Y/N was bringing humanity back in her own small ways, to a situation where it felt like ti had been lost forever. 

It was a nice moment until two F.E.D.R.A officers showed up causing the crowds to scatter and get back to their work. But Joel still stared at Y/N, watching indently as the officer grabbed her roughly by the arm. She quickly pushed back as she stood her ground against them. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he could see from her expression and her body language that she had a fire in her. She wasn’t afraid to stand up for herself. 

That didn’t stop the F.E.D.R.A officers from kicking her cart over sending the water jugs spilling all over the hot cement. Joel had to physically stop himself from running over and pummeling the two officers, but having spent time in F.E.D.R.A lockup, it wasn’t something he wanted to experience again, no matter how much his blood boiled. 

As soon as he saw that the officers had moved out of sight, he rushed to Y/N’s side as she knelt on the ground picking up her bottles and cups. 

“Thanks Joel,” She sighed as she smiled at him. Joel was surprised that she remembered his name.  

For a brief moment, Joel saw her smile fade, and he saw the sadness that was behind her eyes, and it made his blood boil even more thinking that someone as lowly as a F.E.D.R.A. officer could hurt her. 

“Does this happen often?” He asked, surprised at himself for even speaking up. 

“Unfortunely. Some of these F.E.D.R.A. officers are absolute dicks.” She said and Joel could help but let out a laugh hearing her cuss.

“I’m suprised they would mess with you, seeing as your husband is an officer as well.” 

As he said this, he watched as she froze, instinctively she began to play with her ring. “Oh I’m sure Will sent them. He hates that I do this. Says it embarrasses him.” 

“Sounds like your husband is kind of a dick.” And this time it was her turn to laugh. 

After they had finished getting her cart back in order, Joel didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want to go back to work. When he was around Y/N things felt better, he felt better. 

“If anyone messes with you, you let me know ok. You come find me.” He said as he pointed to his apartment building. “I live there, third floor apartment 5, I think, numbers been missing for what looks like years.” 

Y/N chuckled slightly. “Ok Joel.” 

“Hey!” A loud voice boomed and Joel knew without looking it was the F.E.D.R.A. foreman. “Get back to work!” 

“You better go, I don’t want to get you into trouble,” Y/N said. 

Joel just nodded, as the thought of not seeing her for while again made him retreat back into himself. 

He turned to head back when suddenly she called after him again. 

“Wait,” She said as she scrambled through her bag before pulling something out palming it discreetly as she held her hand out to him. “Thank you for helping me.” 

Joel reached out, shaking her hand and secretly taking the object. 

“Anytime,” He responded as he quickly stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked away. He made sure he was out of view, before he pulled it out, shocked to find a small baggie of coffee, real coffee. 

It was almost a week before Joel saw Y/N again, but this time she wasn’t handing out anything. Instead she was walking, well behind dragged down the street by her husband, who had a rough grip on her arm. 

“Let me go!” She snapped, and Joel immediately began to take steps towards her. 

However the minute she caught Joel’s figure in her peripheral she turned to look at him, her eyes widening with fear as she watched him move closer. In an instant she stopped fighting, and instead wrapped her other arm around her husbands and quickend her step so she was walking with him instead of behind him. Her demineor immediately changed but her eyes still full of fear as they stayed locked with Joel’s. All she did was shake her head before she broke her gaze with Joel and looked ahead. With that Joel halted and watched them turn the corner and vanish from view. 

This wasn’t the first time Joel had suspected that Y/N’s husband maybe be hurting her. He had seen the bruises, or how she wore long sleeves even in the 90 degree heat. Or when she had shown up with a black eye, and would tell anyone who asked that she had fallen and hit her eye on the side of some furniture piece. But he didn’t know her well enough, hell he didn’t know her at all, how was he going to broach that subject. And yet, he still felt like he needed to protect her. He needed to find some way to get her help. And after that moment he saw her in the street, he told himself the next time he had the chance, he would talk to her about it. 

What he hadn’t anticipated was the next time he saw her, she would be on his doorstep covered in blood.

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the new Mij fics were amazing, I’m so glad those lovely people requested him, I always thought I was the only one with a huge crush on him 😅😅

I also really love the storyline you’ve drawn up and how sassy the reader is 💯

Might we at some point maybe get a spicy continuation? 👀

And enjoy the holidays and take some time off, you definitely deserve it xx

Doctor's Orders

Summary: You and Mij spend some quality time together.

Pairing: Mij Gilamar x F!Reader

Word Count: 739

Warnings: Smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I'm not happy with this smut, but I think that's because I spent too much time thinking about it.

“Kriff, I want you.” Mij breathes out late one evening, as he lays over you on the couch. He’s already managed to remove your shirt, and tossed it to the side, and he’s pushed the cups of your bra down so that he’s able to lavish your breasts with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

You laugh breathlessly and slide your fingers through his hair, “You have me,” You reply.

He blinks down at you, his gaze dark with desire, “I want all of you.” Mij clarifies.

You grin at him and pull him down so that his lips hover just over yours, “You can have all of me.” You reply, “If you think you can handle it.”

“Fuck yes,” He roughly tugs your shorts and underwear down and tosses them to the side, before sliding his hands up your body, “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

You laugh, and pull him into a kiss, “So glad that you agree.” He groans into the kiss and slides you so that you’re able to feel him, hard and aching, against where you want him the most. “You’re wearing too much, darling.” You breathe against his lips.

“You should help me fix that,” He replies, before he catches your lips again. 

“Ugh, going to make me do all the work?” You tease, even as you push your hands under his shirt to drag your fingers against his hot skin. 

“Sounds like fun,” He replies with a teasing grin.

You nudge his shoulder, and he, very carefully, adjusts the pair of you so that you’re straddling his hips and he’s sprawled out under you. And you undress him as though you're unwrapping a present, worshiping every inch of exposed skin with feather light touches and reverent kisses.

Mij sighs under your devoted care, his gaze almost molten with need as he looks up at you, and your name falls from his lips as though he’s praying to you.

You lean down and kiss him, moaning into the kiss as he tightly grips your hips, almost as if he’s trying to keep himself in check. You break the kiss, much to his dismay, and you laugh softly as you kiss and nip down his body, until you’re kneeling between his legs, and your hand is wrapped around his hard cock.

You give him an experimental stroke, more lazy than teasing, and are rewarded with a curse and a low groan. You stroke him a few more times, “Cyare,” he chokes out, “I want-”

You know what he wants, but you’re not quite ready to give up having your strong, handsome man writhing under you just yet, so before he finishes his sentence, you duck your head and wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

His sentence breaks off with a deep groan, and his hand settles on the back of your head. “Kriff, cyare,” Mij moans out, “You don’t have to-”

Once again, his sentence is broken as you slowly start to take more of him in your mouth. You hollow your cheeks, and start a slow pace, making minor adjustments as you go until Mij is a groaning mess under you.

You have every intention of continuing until he spills his release in your mouth, but Mij has a very different idea. Somehow, he manages to get you off of him, and flipped so that you’re back under him, and his lips are hot and need against yours as he slides the head of his cock against you. 

“I wasn’t done,” You half whine.

“Later.” Mij replies as he slowly pushes in, “You can, fuck-” He trails off as he bottoms out, “Fuck, you’re so tight-”

You slide your hands up his chest to his shoulders, and then around his neck, “Move.” You order, or plea, or maybe both. You’re not actually sure, “Please, Mij. Move.”

“Yeah, yeah,” He mutters, “Give me a minute.”

You squirm under him, and he immediately pins your hips to the couch, “Mij,” You whine.

“Bossy,” He huffs out with a laugh, “Give me a minute, I don’t want this to end too quickly.” He leans in and kisses you once. And then again. “Besides, we have all day, cyare. You can be patient for me, can’t you?”

Your pout fades as he thrusts shallowly, and you whine low in the back of your throat as an answer.

“Don’t worry, cyare. I’m going to take good care of you.” Mij promises.

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7. Except there was no waiting.

Word Count: 3.6k

Chapter Warning: Physical Violence.

“Wait—“

Except there was no waiting.

The man the captain ordered to remove you from the cell, San, moved without a hitch. One fingerless gloved hand snagged a hold of your left sleeve, balling the dirty fabric around his fingers and yanking you away from the wall with far more strength than needed. You stumbled over your feet, toes snagging against the wooden floorboards uncomfortably enough to make you hiss between your teeth. If and when you have a moment at some point (it was really seeming to be unlikely in your current situation), checking for splinters would be in the books.

Hongjoong’s eyes never wavered from your form, completely zeroed in on every bit of your wayward shuffling.

You tried to turn in the hold that San had on you, but his grip simply tightened, balled fist nudging roughly into your shoulder. The yanking and shoving ended with your knees hitting the ground, back facing towards every pair of eyes in the room. San’s hand still remained weaved in the fabric of your sleeve.

The positioning felt like an execution. On the knees, entrapped to the decided damnation of death before an audience with the licks of humiliation lapping hungrily at the open wounds of shame, despair. All that was missing was the rope, or the guillotine, or even the blade of some medieval axe or sword. Anyone of these men could be your finishing blow…

If you allowed them.

“Can’t we just talk this over for a second? Whatever it is you want to know or— or need to be made crystal clear, I swear I will be completely up-front and honest.” You angled your head off to the left to look up at San, but he refused to even engage in any sort of eye contact. That left the other two, standing off just past him shoulder to shoulder.

Yeosang, the one that had found you in the tunnels, stared at you without an ounce of emotion. Nothing in his stoicism betrayed how he felt, what he was thinking, or if he was inclined to heed your words. Beside him, Mingi at least bore no mask to his thoughts. He looked at Hongjoong with a nibbling of worry, something about the unspoken and self-made decision of the captain on the whim wrought an anxious jitter throughout his person. Violence was something he preferred to avoid especially when the hand that tended to wield it was his wing-bound, the light of his love.

The dawning settles again that nobody was to aid you. You are alone, just like above.

“I’ve grown exhausted talking to you. And to be completely fair, you had your chance to come clean but instead you decided to give nothing but useless utterances. Now,” Hongjoong moves closer, each heavily weighted step making you twitch restlessly on your knees. San’s grip remained firm, practically stretching your left sleeve far past its elasticity. “You will keep your mouth shut unless you want that wagging tongue of yours pulled cleanly out of your mouth.”

The threat felt like a suffocating blanket across your neck, his breath sounding far closer than it actually was. Hongjoong stood over your body, feeble in its attempts to turn, to keep him in direct sight. You were no different to him than the puny weevils that congregated in the Birch District. In fact, perhaps you might be related to them. A notion he plans to dig out of that brain of yours if you happen to not be the aforementioned birdling so keenly tacked upon.

“What… What are you going to do to me?” You inwardly cursed at how feeble you sound. Nothing of the momentary spirit of courage that drove you to dive into the pit and away from that monster of a man could be accounted for.

Suddenly the ring on your finger felt like his calloused hand around your throat and the ache of those lashes you had received on the backs of your thighs before your escape tethered you to those nights tied to the old lamp post beneath the unblinking eye of the moon. Where your company dwindled down to a small grouping of moths dancing against the fading yellow bulb.

Something seemed to press a bit urgently within your thoughts, like it wished to bring a bit of light to the subject. But that was quickly snubbed the moment another hand twisted into the back of your shirt, not at all mindful of what hair might be in the way.

“That has yet to be decided.”

There was just a split second between your fumbled gasp, the hand on your shirt yanking back with the dirty fabric woven between ring-laced fingers and the sudden onslaught of footsteps rushing down the singular staircase where you truly wished that the pit had a bottom to it. One that you would have preferred splattering against in an array of every spineless piece of you.

~

“Let’s be rational, Wooyoung. Yeosang wouldn’t do anything unless authorized to.” Seonghwa knew his wing-bound better than most, and while the moth wasn’t one to hesitate in defending not only their home but the rest of the crew if even the slightest bit of danger reared its head, the transgression to act was ultimately decided upon by their captain.

Wooyoung scoffed, scurrying as fast his legs would allow. The squishy floor of the tunnels didn’t offer much aid, not that they ever did.

“You think I don’t know that?! It’s the fact that Yeosang is patrolling the tunnels— or was, and Hongjoong is in the brig. Put the pieces together, Hwa.”

“It could just be a coincidence. We don’t know why—“ Seonghwa attempted once again at playing the middleman, a mediator in the realm of opposing that dire.

“Did you not hear what Jongho said! He knew about the birdling running off, which might I add couldn’t have been known unless she was found and then proceeded to tip us about Hongjoong being in the brig. What part of either one of those things is a fucking coincidence?”

“He’s got a point.” Yunho merely shrugged, casting a look over his shoulder at the oldest.

Seonghwa wanted to argue back that there could still be a slight chance that none of that correlated but even he knew from both Jongho’s cocky slight and the fact that so far none of the three have yet to encounter Yeosang despite having traversed through several of the tunnels assigned to his patrol route; adding on Hongjoong’s presence in the only place ever used when an intruder has been captured and kept in holding until dealt with personally— it all definitely went hand-in-hand.

“Fine, but please smother my curiosity over your distress. Why are you so hellbent on getting to the brig? Shouldn’t you be relieved that Hongjoong has custody over the supposed birdling?”

They were just outside of the entrance to the brig before Wooyoung even mustered up the words to reply back to Seonghwa, turning on his heels and fixing a picture-perfect expression of wide-eyed surprise. “Relieved? What for? Captain will have both of our wings fashioned as rugs in front of his study’s fireplace for letting the thing escape. We already have a punishment lined up for being late and now it’ll be doubled for the slip-up.”

Seonghwa’s brows raise, and Yunho couldn’t help but catch what his question was more-or-less implying. “Did you think our haste was out of concern for the runaway?”

“Of course not. I just wasn’t sure where your heads were at is all.”

“Well, it certainly isn’t there doing a backstroke with the birdling. And it definitely won’t be attached to our necks if we continue to stand around.” Wooyoung turned on a dime and practically threw himself down the stairs. Yunho wasn’t too far behind, although with less haste and more caution for his safety.

Seonghwa remained rooted for a moment, staring at the entrance and then at the tunnel’s moist ceiling.

“I have a terrible feeling digging beneath my skin and yet I cannot scratch at it enough to relieve its insistence.” His musings were only for his own singular audience, spoken out in a low hush.

~

The shock had worn off into panic which mixed into a concoction of embarrassment and anger. You wanted both to throw up and thrash around like a madwoman reaching the peak stages of insanity. But instead, like a defenseless newborn deer, you froze.

Hongjoong stood behind you with the back of your shirt in his hand, torn into nothing but an irregularly shaped rag. Your back, to him and everyone else, lay exposed to the stagnant air of the brig and the prying eyes picking apart every bit of bare flesh.

“Captain—“

You recognized Wooyoung’s voice now entering the scene, mixing into the fray of silence. But you wouldn’t budge, curling forward into yourself with the burning reminder of why you even escaped from above plastered all over your back. The grip on your sleeve refused to slacken, rather it tightened upon feeling you slump forward.

Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed, glancing from one stray beauty mark to the next, bouncing over bruises both old and yellowed to newer smudges of deep violets creating a path of pigmented steppingstones to raised flesh gnarled into ugly deformations. And while the scars, bruising and speckled flesh here and there were visually apparent what wasn’t, however, were the aforementioned wings usually accompanying the likes of bird-folk. He could picture them as clear as day— black like the Southend jackdaws, earthen dirt like the Westbound waxwings, lustrous blue-purple draping over the backs of the Northway martins— the list was still an ongoing task twisted into a roll of parchment and stabbed directly through the center and into his desk with a pocket dagger gifted by Seonghwa. The expected folding of two wings molded to your back for easy hidings beneath clothing and safe keeping when not in flight remained nonexistent.

You had no wings to your person. Not even the usual scarring associated with wing scalping could be seen. And none of the ones you did have were even remotely related.

Instead of providing a soothing wave of relief for the captain, it made him choleric. The hot burn of ripened fury mounting from the soles of his boot-clad feet all the way to his scalp, every nerve along the path sizzled under his skin, under his clothing.

He looked from San, who was gazing down at your back, curved over in your hunch of self-soothing, from the corner of his lone uncovered eye. Then swept his attention to Yeosang, also looking with a shielded expression. Mingi appeared confused, worrying his lower lip between blunt teeth.

“Well, would you look at that… not a single feather, wing nor scalping scar in sight. If I had to make a gigantic fucking guess,” Hongjoong turns, finally settling his eyes on the trio at the foot of the stairs— but more specifically, Wooyoung and Yunho. “I’d say there was no birdling to begin with. Just a pathetic creature cradled in the idiocy of two cretinous bastards.”

“Hongjoong-“ Seonghwa stepped around the duo with the intent to try and calm the captain down before he let the poison of his short-temper thrust irreversible daggers into the bond between the three.

Hongjoong took his strides in quick succession, reaching Wooyoung whose position placed him closer. His hand latched onto the long strands of hair at the back of the younger man’s head, using the leverage to yank Wooyoung’s head back and then forward as he all but dragged the latter over to where you still sat on your knees. Wooyoung yelped, hands immediately flying up to the one nestled within his hair, clawing wildly at the top of Hongjoong’s hand. Each snag of Wooyoung’s nails on his skin only added more oil to the fire, making it grow and fester. Yunho was quick to follow, knocking Seonghwa’s futile attempts in stopping him from the same fate as his wing bound. What kind of mate would he be, despite their mounting issues, to let his beloved suffer while he stood idle? He played a part in this entire incident as well; he was just as deserving of Hongjoong’s ire.

You stiffened upon feeling the thudding of their combined encroaching come to a swift halt somewhere behind you.

“Pry your lids open as far as they’ll stretch and take a good long look. Do you see any wings, Wooyoung? Perhaps a feather or fuzzy down? Tell me my eyes do not deceive me and that two of those scars out of several bunches belong to the possible removal of a pair of birdling assigned wings? Tell me!” Hongjoong’s grip constricted hard enough within Wooyoung’s hair that the younger could hear, let alone feel, the strands snap and break off. It wasn’t pleasant in the slightest.

“Please, captain, don’t hurt—“

“Bite your tongue good and hard, Yunho unless you wish to have it removed and served to you for dinner.”

Yunho knew he could use his height and stature to his advantage in disposing of Hongjoong’s grip on his lover, but he’d be granted a swiftly executed take-down not only by the captain's own wing-bound, but also by his two loyalists— Yeosang and San. Betrayer would be burned into his forehead for the act of mutiny and his death would hang on the walls of the captains' quarters. That thought didn’t disturb him as much as the reality of Wooyoung being widowed-bound, despite having seven other mates, some who wouldn’t mind doting on him with more than enough affection if needed but the severed threading holding their sacred bond together could never be healed. That was a living purgatory Yunho wouldn’t dare put Wooyoung through.

“No— I— I don’t see any wings— or— or feathers—“

“And? What about scalping scars? Do you see them?”

Wooyoung swallowed thickly, eyes dragging over your back from one jagged edge of a gnarly scar to the next.

“I don’t— I don’t see any, Captain.”

Hongjoong hums, pressing a whispered kiss against the outer shell of Wooyoung’s right ear. “Last question… do you see a birdling before us?”

You shifted, knees going numb beneath your dead weight and rigid body. It was like being put beneath a microscope or on a metal tray with your stomach freshly dissected for every curious eye to see.

“No, s’not a birdling—“

Wooyoung slamming into the ground startled you enough to jerk out of San’s grip, the sleeve he had in his hand stretching enough to cause the threading to snap. The leeway provided you with the space to turn, immediately zeroing in on the body just a foot or two behind you. Wooyoung groaned, not expecting the aggressive shove used by the hand in his hair so suddenly. If he had just a moment to prepare himself (although he should know by now how the captain’s actions usually framed themselves) then the impact against the floorboards wouldn’t have nearly hurt as bad as it did. His chin ached, having landed harshly enough to seal his jaw shut on his tongue. Blood soaked into his taste buds like soapy water does a sponge.

Yunho was quick to descend on his wing-bound, wrapping his arms from under his armpits and up his back to both cradle Wooyoung and inch him away to the sidelines.

Hongjoong watched every second as if he was looking upon two insignificant ants struggling to find somewhere to hide, somewhere that offered a shield of protection.

The thought alone made an uncomfortable laugh burst past his lips, his hands settling on his hips. You swore with enough focus that you could not only see but count several dark strands of hair caught within the facet of rings on his fingers.

“I’m glad you could clear that up for us, Wooyoung…” He pauses, wiping away a fictitious tear at the corner of his eye. “Truly, because I don’t think I could even imagine fabricating a false cause without a singular speck of viable evidence. But you— and your oh-so loving Yunho, seem to have quite the knack for it, hm?”

Seonghwa cleared his throat, casting a wary glance to the duo before side-stepping in front of them in a makeshift shield of his legs and lax wings.

“Hongjoong—“

“Captain; let’s not forget where we stand, Seonghwa. Unless you wish to be rattled around by the scalp as well.”

The threat had Yeosang easing forward, chest pressing to the side of Seonghwa’s arm while partially placing half of his stocky build before his lover. The soft touch to his waist would have provided an ounce of comfort if not for the erraticism of the captain.

“Captain,” Seonghwa pauses to clear his throat, hand curling into Yeosang’s waist to ground himself. “I will not regard your anger at Wooyoung and Yunho as unjustified but surely you could see reason for their actions?”

“Reason?” Hongjoong tilted his head over his shoulder, the movement eerily resembling that of a ball-jointed doll whose connective joint has rusted over making the action jerky and unsettling.

“Let me explain, please…”

The captain waved his hand, the signal enough to kick Seonghwa’s attempt at tampering down the other man’s anger into overdrive.

“They couldn’t have been sure on whether or not she posed a threat. Even by her own words that she wasn’t a birdling, that still doesn’t provide enough reasoning to just believe that she isn’t. And yes, checking her before coming here would have been a better course of action rather than—“

“We did— well, we tried but she kept fighting our attempts at seeing if she had wings or not beneath her shirt. Hell, she even managed to get away once.” Yunho cradled Wooyoung into his chest, concealing his bubbling affection when his wing-bound pressed tighter into his hold.

“I fought for a good reason! Tell me, would you stand idle while two strangers decided to not only ambush you but try and undress you?! I truly wish you would tell me that I am the one who is unreasonable.” You couldn’t believe the blatant attempt of making you out to be the problem, that because of your actions to protect yourself— you were the sole issue for everything up to this point.

“Is… Is that true?” Seonghwa wished to have asked that question with a bit more neutrality, but it came out far more imposing and daresay— interrogative.

Yunho looked abashedly to the side, bottom lip pulled down by the corners and a wince causing his eyes to crescent. Wooyoung mumbled something into his blouse, but it went unheard and unnoticed.

“For the most part… yes.”

“My ass!” You shuffled around to properly face the group convening behind you, ignoring the way San released the sorry excuse of a shirt sleeve from his hand to then latch onto your other one that fared in better shape. “Neither one of you even gave me the chance to explain myself— nor did you offer to hear me out! Instead, you both sandwiched yourselves against me and tried to remove my shirt while standing in that city of stringed lights. If either one of you would have just—“

“The city?” Mingi peers over at Hongjoong then down at Yunho and Wooyoung, his eyes abnormally wide. “Say you didn’t, Yunho.”

But the man in question didn’t answer, almost curling into himself and Wooyoung in his arms.

“Did anyone see you? Hear you? Know of your presence?” Hongjoong was teetering on the edge with his inquiries, dark eyes unblinking.

“No— I swear, nobody was around.” Yunho was quick to respond, looking up at Hongjoong then to Seonghwa and by extension Yeosang.

You, however, recounted differently those last moments before they lifted off with you thrown over the taller man’s shoulder. The sound of laughter, and communal din. Even silverware scratching and dinging against plates of food sitting idly on tables of iron wrought.

“That’s not right,” You mumbled, making San turn his head down at you with a narrowed eye. “I heard people laughing and talking and the scraping of forks and possibly knives on ceramic plates just a few seconds after they put a bag over my head. I’m not crazy— I heard it.”

Hongjoong said nothing, not after your divulging of information and not in the short seconds between him standing in the spot he had taken root to and the place that Yunho was holding Wooyoung. You stiffened, feeling a nasty twinge at the base of your throat upon witnessing the captain reel his leg back and hurling his boot covered foot squarely into Yunho’s chest just inches from Wooyoung’s head.

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Masterlist

[staygoldsquatchling02]

Bigotry Kills

Word count: 5443

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Trans Masculine Non-Binary Reader

Summary: While on a case in Tennessee, Spencer and Y/N accidentally reveal that Y/n is transgender to an unsub who has made it his mission to ride his small town of people he views as “disgusting rat” 

Warning: Criminal Minds typical violence, bigoted beliefs about trans people and the LGBTQ+, the use of Transvestite once (It hurt to wright that), Mentions of injury, mentions of reader wearing a chest binder, that's all i can think off let me know if there is anything else 

A/N: this is my first time writing in like 5 years so it's probably shit but I’ve wanted xreader fics like this for a while but could never find any, so I said fuck it and wrote it myself. This is also a submission for @the-guilty-writer​ ‘s Pride fic Challenge so I hope people enjoy it. Again, this was also written as a self-indulgent fic, so the reader is written as a Trans Masculine Non-binary afab person who uses They/Them pronouns. Also Just putting it out there I don’t hate Christians as a whole just the bigots who use religion to justify genocide. Anyways enjoy and let me know if you like it, I would like to get back into writing again so who knows there may be more to come.  MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT

  The team had traveled to a small town in rural Tennessee that had seen a recent influx of homicide in the last two weeks. Four bodies had been found in different alleyways beaten and strangled, the only things connecting the murders was the cause of death and the fact that they were all disposed of by dumpsters as if the unsub saw them as trash. The local P.D. had called the B.A.U in order to find out why these victims and who is doing it.

   The team had made the long flight all on edge because after the initial briefing their resident genius had figured out the one thing connecting all four victims. They were all members of the LGBTQIA+ community and that fact did not sit well as the newest member of the team was also a member of the community.

   Y/N Y/L/N had joined the B.A.U roughly a year ago and they had become a very close member of the team. In half that year they had also grown very close with Dr. Spencer Reid and the both of them were exploring a relationship as they both shared an interest in Dr. Who and learning as much as they could about whatever they could. The nature of the case put both on edge, if it somehow became knowledge that Y/N was a trans masculine nonbinary individual and in a relationship with Spencer, it might make one or both of them a target of the unsub. Before they arrived at the local police station, Spencer and Y/N had agreed to try and keep their interactions professional when around anyone other than the team. 

   Upon arrival at the police station the team split up to go over everything they needed. Morgan and Prentiss went to the most recent crime scene, Hotch, JJ, and Y/N went to the police station to speak with the local P.D, and Spencer and Rossi went to talk with the families of the victims to find out anything they could about the victims. While in the small board room provided to them to work in, Y/N was making observations about the unsub and their habits.

  “It seems the unsub view those in the LGBTQ+ community as less than himself and as something that needs purged from the world.” Y/N said with an uncomfortable look on their face.

  “It’s highly likely that is the case, this is a small town in Tennessee, places like these aren’t known for their overly welcoming tendencies towards people they view as different from the rest.” JJ had responded back to them and confirmed what most of the team had been thinking. 

  As Y/N and JJ were finishing their conversation Rossi and Spencer returned from visiting the families. “The victims were all open about themselves so much so that they were ready to get out of this small town, the first two victims had jobs already lined up and apartments ready to move into within a week of when they were killed.” Rossi had shared upon entering the room.

   “So we know that the victims were ready to get out of the small town, the likely hood of the stressor that triggered these killings was likely a family member who was also part of the community left the unsub after being tired of getting treated poorly and finally made decided enough was enough and made the change.” Hotch deduced before leaving to call Garcia, to have her look for anything that would correspond with the beginning of the murders.

  After Hotch left the room Y/N leaned back in their chair to stretch as they have been wearing their chest binder for the past nine hours and stiffness was starting to set in around their rib cage. Being the ever attentive boyfriend that he is, Spencer noticed his significant other's discomfort and checked around the room to make sure it was only the team in the room as Morgan and Prentiss had both returned as well.

   After feeling confident there were no outsiders who would hear their conversation he walked over to Y/N and sat next to them. “Hey you’ve been wearing your binder since this morning, i can tell it is starting to bother you. I packed one of your baggie shirts and sports bras in my bag because you tend to forget you can't wear it longer than eight hours before feeling uncomfortable. You should really change. I don’t want you to cause yourself any unnecessary pain.” Spencer had said while handing them his satchel.

   “I’m fine, I promise. Plus wouldn't it be a major hint that I'm trans if I’ve spent the whole day flat chested and wearing a button upland then all of a sudden being in a baggie shirt with tits. I appreciate the concern but I don't know if it's the right idea, I’ll change as soon as we get back to the hotel I promise.” Y/N responded while placing Spencer’s bag on the ground.

 “Fine, but as soon as we get back to D.C you are taking a couple days without it, just to give you a break from it and let your chest relax.” Spencer responded out of concern for his partner’s health.

   What the young couple failed to notice was the young officer who walked by the cracked open door while they were deep in their own little conversation. Hearing that one of the FBI agents that was brought in to catch this serial killer in a small town is one of the disgusting people he was trying to remove from his community.

  Shortly after the conversation about Y/N’s binding choices, Hotch got back after speaking with Garcia. Apparently she was unable to find any families where a queer member had left the city around the time the murders started. So they were back to square one on what the trigger was. Without a trigger they were almost back to square one on the profile, all they know is that the unsub is a homophobic sociopath who was losing control and would likely be searching for their next victim. Even with a murderer on the loose, Hotch ordered the team to go to the hotel and rest for the night; they would need all the energy they could get for the coming days of hunting this bastard. 

  After the black SUVs pulled up to the hotel the team unloaded and headed inside. “Shit, I left my wallet in the car. I'll be up in a minute” Y/N said as the team entered the elevator of the hotel, Spencer made a move to follow them when they turned and insisted, they would be fine on their own. It was just a short walk to cars. 

 As Y/N reached the SUV and opened the door they felt a presence behind them. “Spence, I said I was-” They started as they turned around but were cut off by a blow to the side of their head knocking them unconscious and into the SUV. The unsub then closed the door to SUV and climbed into the driver's seat after taking the keys from Y/N’s pocket and drove away. 

  That night Spencer sat up waiting for about twenty minutes for Y/N to get back from getting their wallet before deciding something had to be wrong. He jumped out of the bed and headed towards the other rooms, he went door to door waking the whole team trying to see if any of them had seen Y/N. To no avail, none of them had seen them since they left the elevator. 

  The team immediately started calling their phone and heading outside to the SUVs, only to notice that one of the three SUVs was gone. With no answer on the phone and the missing SUV Spencer started to worry about their safety. While looking around the area for any sign of what had happened Morgan saw something that made the whole team’s stomachs drop.

  “Hey guys I got blood on the ground where the SUV was parked.” Morgan shouted and this did nothing for Spencer’s anxiety. Hearing all of this, Hotch ordered Reid, Prentiss, and JJ to head to the police station to go over what information they have and try to figure anything else out that they could. While they did that, he, Rossi, and Morgan stayed at the hotel to try and find any other clues that they may have missed.

   Meanwhile in Y/N was waking up tied to a chair in a room that was cold and dark almost like a basement. Their head felt groggy and almost like they had just spent the night drinking straight vodka. They looked around as best as they could in the dark and from what they could tell they were most likely in a basement. As they were trying to figure out any details they could about their location, a light appeared at the top of the stairs presumably from the unsub opening the door.

  Y/N sat in silence as the unsub slowly made his way down the stairs, with the only light coming from behind the man the only thing they were able to make out was the fact that the unsub was taller and muscular indicating that it was most likely a man. The man got closer and realized that they were awake;

  “Welcome back to the land of the living, you abomination.” he greeted with a sneer. “ I bet you are wondering how I figured you out so quickly, and to put it simply, next time your boyfriend wants to discuss something that is meant to be private information he should probably close a door first.”

 A look of realization flashed across their face when they figured out that the unsub had to be someone close to the investigation or at least an officer that was in the building when Reid was trying to get them to change out of their binder.

  “You seem shocked, is it really that far of a stretch for the killer to be part of the police department, and wasn't it also you who said that the unsub would try to insert themselves into the investigation.” the unsub responded to the unasked question present on Y/N’s face.

  “ Well now I know you work for the police but that doesn't tell me who you are or why you are doing this, if you are planning to kill me might as well tell me your whole plan while you are at it.” they responded trying to get any information they could out of this man. They knew that no matter what their team wouldn't let this man get away with taking them. Their team would do everything in their power to save them.

  “You seem so sure that I’m just going to kill you like the others, oh no no, I have plans for you. How could I say that I’m making this world a better place by removing you pests if I didn't make an example of the rat who somehow made it into law enforcement with the FBI. I bet you did it just to try and get away with grooming people into believing that what you are is normal. How disgusting to think the FBI would let such gross creatures into their ranks, once I make an example out of you, I might go after that doctor you call a boyfriend.” The unsub ranted not answering Y/N’s questions directly but still revealing part of his plans.

  The fear started to set in for Y/N as they realized that they were going to be getting the worst of this man's torture so far out of all of his victims, but they also began to fear for Spencer because once his crazed lunatic grows tired of them, he’s going after the one thing Y/N cares about more than their own life. They have to truly hope that the team finds them before this man grows tired of them.

  “Now enough with the chit chat,” the unsub turned towards a table that Y/N hadn’t seen at first and grabbed a tripod and camera while opening a laptop. “Get ready for that sweet boyfriend of yours to hear what it sounds like when a knife carves through your flesh.”

  As the man set up the camera all Y/N could think about was hoping that Spencer would never have to do this and the team would be barging into thai basement before he finished turning on the camera. But sadly luck was not on their side.

  Meanwhile back at the police station Spencer was freaking out, all he could think about was how it was his fault for bringing up Y/N’s binder without closing the door to the office they were sitting in. He kept pacing the office space trying to remember any face that appeared in the doorway during their conversation that could possibly be the unsub but came up blank. JJ was trying to calm him down while Emily was on the phone with Penelope trying to find any other connection between the victims.

  “Spence this isn't your fault, any of us could have said something that let the unsub know. All you can do now is help us figure out where the unsub took Y/N.” JJ said, trying to get Spencer to sit down and think rationally.

   “JJ, how on earth am I supposed to calm down, an hour before they were taken I was blabbing my mouth at them because they needed to take off their binder so they didn't hurt themself, and then I didn't go with them to get their wallet and left them alone at night in a town where people just like them are being kidnapped and murdered, only for them to be KIDNAPPED. How am I supposed to be calm when the love of my life is probably experiencing the worst possible pain at this very moment?” Spencer went off at JJ. He wasn’t trying to be rude, he's just so upset with himself that he can’t think properly at the moment. 

  JJ was slightly shocked by his outburst because in the six months that Y/N and Spencer have been seeing each other, never has she heard either of them say the L word. It was a huge thing and changed the feeling in the room in an instant. Because now they weren’t just looking for their friend and coworker, they were looking for someone who held Spencer’s heart in their hands.

 “Hey guys Garcia might have found a connection between the victims other than the obvious.” Emily said entering the office space unaware of the declaration of love from the genius pacing the room. “Go ahead, you're on speaker.”

  “Ok, so I’ve done some digging and found that about a week before the abductions each of the victims had made a post to various social media platforms talking about how they’ve been the victims of hate crimes in the area. Each described that slurs and obscene images were posted on their front doors along with threats of violence if they didn’t leave town. They also mentioned that when they went to the police about it, they were brushed off and told not to worry about it.” Penelope explained over the phone.

  “So the unsub had made contact with each of the victims before taking them and the Police didn’t make the connection or just didn't bother to include the fact that each of them had received threats before they were killed.” JJ said taking in the fact that this small town police department has done these poor people a horrible injustice by not taking threats seriously.

 “If the unsub was taking the time to threaten the victims before taking them, why did he just take Y/N. doesn't that go against his ritual?” Emily asked confused as to why the unsub would suddenly stop doing something that seemed important to his M.O.

  “Because he knew he wouldn’t be able to get close enough to Y/N in order to do that, He knew that if he wanted to take them, he would have to act fast.” Hotch said as he, Rossi, and Morgan rejoined the group at the station.

  “Ummm Guys you need to see this.” Penelope said as a video feed started on her computer at Quantico.

  “ What is it, Garcia?” Rossi asked as the technical analyst sounded almost scared by what she was seeing.

  “It’s a live video, of Y/N, I'm not sure where it’s coming from as its being routed through hundreds of servers so it hard to track but it is for sure Y/N” She said as started connecting to the laptop set up in the Office where the team was currently seated.

  As the video feed popped up on the screen one this was clear, Y/N was tied to a chair in what looked like a basement. The team could tell that Y/N was looking at something or someone just out of line of sight of the camera with a hint of fear in their eyes. After a few seconds of just Y/N in the line of the camera a man walked into frame wearing a dark hoodie and with the hood up covering his face.

  “Hello FBI, as you already know I have in my possession the filthy transvestite that managed to infiltrate your ranks, let this be a message to all those homosexuals who wish to justify their disgusting behavior, that justice will always find them. Without further ado enjoy the show, well except you Dr. Reid I suspect that this will be particularly painful for you to watch.” The man stated and then turned towards the fear-stricken Y/N and held up a large knife to their chest.

 The team watched as the unsub dragged the knife over Y/N’s chest and down their torso cutting open their shirt and binder revealing their chest beneath both layers of clothing. After cutting through the only thing protecting Y/N’s dignity and skin the unsub started making shallow cuts across their skin. Y/N did their best to keep their whimpers and whines of pain to a minimum, trying to spare their team the trauma of hearing their friend be hurt by this monster.

  When the man realized what they were doing he took the knife away and turned to the table having thought of a better way to draw out cries of pain from his current victim. He reached for a different knife, this one being shorter in length than the first but having a serrated edge like a knife one would use to cut bread. Taking the new knife in his hand he turned back to Y/N and plunged the knife directly into their shoulder, drawing out the most nerve racking scream the team had heard in a long while.

  Having watched enough of his love being tortured even though he knew the worst was yet to come, Spencer reached between the team who were all watching with their breath held and slammed the laptop closed and left the room. Shocked by the sudden outburst the team as a whole jumped and looked after the upset doctor as he left the room.

  “Garcia, Keep trying to locate where the feed is coming from. Morgan go talk to him, we need his head clear to find this guy.” Hotch ordered while the rest of them reeled from what they had just seen happen to one of their friends. 

  Back with Y/N after Spencer had slammed the laptop shut, the Unsub had proceeded to stab them again, this time in the leg. Y/N wasn’t sure if it was from blood loss or just pain in general but black spots started to fill their vision. As they started to pass out the unsub set his knife back down on the table and turned once again to the camera to address the audience on the other side unaware that the one he wanted to cause the most pain was no longer watching,

  “Looks like you're having trouble staying awake at the moment, I suppose I can give you a small break. I doubt your team is close to finding me, so enjoy this brief intermission” The unsub stated and then walked off camera, up the stairs and slammed and locked the basement door.

  “Hold on just a little longer Y/N” Penelope to herself in her office, knowing they couldn’t hear her but still hoping that they knew the team would not give up until they found them.

  At the police station Morgan had managed to get Spencer to calm down, if only slightly, so he could help finalize the profile. They both knew that the best way to save Y/N is if Spencer is focused on finding the Unsub and not just on saving them. 

 With the whole team back in the office with the door shut, JJ made an observation that would significantly shrink the suspect pool. “I Just remembered that last night around the time you and Y/N were talking the only people who were in the station were us, a couple beat cops and a couple detectives. So, the unsub has to work in the station.” She pointed out to Spencer and the rest of the team.

  “That would make sense with the fact that the victims had tried to make police reports about the threats they received and were told to ignore them. If the unsub happened to be the one taking the report, he wouldn’t want people to be looking into it so he would brush them off.” Emily said.

   “So, we keep this between us, I’ll have Garcia look into what officers were here before we left for the night and compare it to who the victims spoke to when they tried to report the threats.” Morgan stated while calling Garcia.

  “Hey Baby Girl, I need you to compare what officers were at the station last night to what officers were at the station when each of the victims tried to make reports.” Morgan asked Penelope over the phone with a sense of urgency.

  “I have two officers who were there at the same time as all the victims but only an officer Randy McNally was also there last night, doing a little digging, Randy McNally is a conservative Christian man who openly detests the LGBTQ+ community. To top it of three weeks ago his wife left him after coming out as bisexual and since then he has made numerous posts about how the people of the LGBTQ+ community are vermin who need to be eradicated.” Penelope said with a grimace.

  “Sounds like we found our guy, Garcia send the address.” Hotch ordered as the rest of the team prepared for apprehending this psychopath.

  “Already sent. Guys please hurry, Y/N doesn’t look too good.”  She responded before hanging up the phone for the team to do their job.

  As the team was loading up in the SUVs Hotch called Spencer over to him, “I want you to stay in the car when we get there, I don’t need you being reckless. The rest of us will go in and get them, you will wait outside with the paramedics and go with them to the hospital. Understood?”

  “How am i supposed to sit back while you guys go in there, I need Y/N to know that I came for them. I can’t sit around and wait.” Spencer responded antsy about saving his partner.

  “You do not have a clear enough head to be going in there. I want to save them just as much as you but we need the people going in to be able to arrest McNally so he can face justice for what he has done. I can't risk you seeing the state Y/N is in and just shooting him on the spot.” Hotch responded as they pulled up to the house, they knew their friend was in. Spencer just let out an exasperated sigh but agreed with Hotch, although he did get out of the car to wait by the ambulance for them to bring out his love.

  Upon entering the house, the team was faced with a shocked Randy McNally who froze in place as the B.A.U and swat team moved in. It was obvious he wasn’t expecting to be caught so soon as he was still wearing the blood covered hoodie he was wearing while torturing Y/N. Hotch moved forward and handcuffed McNally.

  While Hotch and Rossi moved Randy out of the house; JJ and Emily moved towards the upper floors to make sure no one else was in the house. Morgan made his way to the basement door intending to find his friend and bring them back to relieve the stress of one of his closest friends. As he descended the stairs into the basement, he could see them hunched over tied to the chair, seeing them he put his gun down and moved quickly to untie them, while speaking into his comms. 

  “I found Y/N, they’re alive but they’ve lost a lot of blood, I need the paramedics to meet me at the door to the basement.” He said in only slight relief. On the other end of the comms Spencer let out a sigh of relief if only for a second, they had made it in time Y/N was alive. But as quickly as the relief came it was gone with the other part of Morgan’s message, they had lost a significant amount of blood, they needed to get to a hospital asap. With the realization he told the paramedics to go meet with Morgan so they could help save the love of his life.

  As the paramedics and the rest of the team emerged from the house Spencer was quick to meet with the paramedic to see with his own eyes that Y/N was in fact breathing. Their chest was moving slowly as they were being pushed to the ambulance, but it was enough for Spencer to have at least a small glimmer of hope that everything would be fine. Once they had Y/N loaded up in the ambulance Spencer hopped in with them after sending a nod at the rest of the team confirming they will see each other at the hospital, and he will keep them updated on Y/N’s condition.

  Roughly three hours later the team was sitting in the waiting room, hoping the doctor would be out soon to tell them that everything is okay, and that Y/N will make a full recovery. Emily and JJ were on the phone with Penelope keeping her updated, Morgan was trying to distract Spencer from the intrusive thoughts clouding his mind, and Hotch and Rossi were both just sitting quietly when the doctor finally came to speak with them.

  “I’m guessing you are the ones here for Ms. Y/L/N?” the doctor said not registering the mistake in pronouns but continuing with speaking to the group. “The surgery went well; we were able to repair the damaged tissue in her shoulder. She should be awake shortly, so you are free to go in and visit her.” He said and started to turn away after giving them Y/N’s room number.

  Spencer was about to correct the doctor on his lack of respect for pronouns when Morgan put his hand on the younger man's shoulder. “Kid let it go, you know where we are, they don’t care about that stuff, you can be upset about it but what's most important right now is you being there for Y/N when they wake up.”  He said knowing exactly what the young doctor was going to say but pushed him in the direction of something more important than an ignorant doctor. 

  With that Spencer made his way to the room where his significant other was sleeping after going through what was probably 24 hours of hell. He noted that they looked peaceful and sat down in the chair by the bed while holding their hand. It was probably only five minutes later that they started to open their eyes squinting at the harsh lights of the hospital.

 Once they adjusted to the light, they noticed a weight on their left hand and turned to look at who was sitting there. Upon seeing Spencer, a gentle smile spread across their face, "I knew you would find me.”

  “Of course, I could never leave you like that. But how are you feeling? The doctor said you lost quite a bit of blood, but you should be good to fly home in two days.” Spencer responded to them with a gentle smile of his own.

  “I’m ok, just a little groggy but that's probably thanks to the pain meds. Though I can’t wait to get back home and cuddle with my favorite brainiac.” They said with a slight giggle in their tone.

  “God, I'm so glad you’re okay, I was so scared of losing you and when he stabbed you, I thought I was going to lose you. Never do anything like that again. If you forget something in the car let me, go with you. I don’t know what I would do if I lost you, I just love you so much.” Spencer rambled not noticing that he said the L word to them in his attempt to get his point across. He didn’t notice until he saw the look on Y/N’s face when he turned towards them.

  “Do you really mean that?” they asked still in shock that this beautiful genius just said he loved them.

  “Well… I– Yes, I do, I really do mean that. You can even ask the team I almost lost my mind when I found out you had been taken. But if you don’t feel the same that's ok. We can just forget I said anything. It’s not a big deal.” Spencer kept rambling thinking he said something wrong by admitting his feelings.

 He was halted by Y/N’s response “Good because I love you too. I don’t want to forget about this. The only thing that kept me alive was knowing that I had you waiting for me.”

  Spencer was about to respond when a knock sounded from the door as the rest of the team entered. There was an obvious look on everyone’s faces that they knew they might have interrupted something, but they ignored it in favor of greeting their friend who was now sitting up in the hospital bed with a smile on their face. 

  The team sat and spoke with Y/N for about an hour filling them in on how they arrested McNally, and how they figured out it was him. There were also a few playful jabs at Spencer for how desperate he was to save them, mostly from Derek. Towards the end of the conversation, they had called Penelope on video chat so she could wish Y/N well, before the team bid farewell for the night to leave the two love birds alone.

 “It's getting late, we should really be headed back to the hotel, you guys rest, don't spend the night talking. And again, I’m glad you're ok Y/N” Hotch said as he motioned for the team minus Reid to leave the room. 

  “Yeah, go easy on them pretty boy, don’t want them popping their stitches.” Morgan snickered as he left the room seeing how the pair turned red in embarrassment.

  “Good night, guys, Thanks again for saving me.” Y/N responded by trying to ignore Morgan's comment.

  With that the team was finally out of their hair for the night. Y/N reached over and squeezed Spencer’s hand, “thanks again for finding me. And I really do love you Spence.”

  “I love you too Y/N, now get some rest I’ll be here when you wake up.” Spencer responded with a smile on his face, still glad he didn’t lose the best thing in his life. He knew that he would be able to sleep soundly tonight even if it was on a shitty hospital chair. “Good night, Love.”

  “Night Spence.” With that they both fell into a peaceful sleep, knowing they would still have each other when they woke up.

A/N: anyone who gets my reference with the unsubs name you get a figurative cookie. cross posted on wattpad