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writersblockiskillingme · 4 months

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District 7 | Johanna Mason

Pairing: Johanna Mason x fem!reader (victor!reader)

Summary: Johanna and you seek some peace in District 7 after the rebellion.

Waning/s: angst and fluff, nightmares, talks about the games, tears, panic, curse words?, talks about Johanna's torture, rebellion, war, weapons (Johanna's ax), short fic, possible grammar and spelling mistakes

Author's note: I agree with you, dear anon. Lumberjack!johanna has me like 🙇‍♀️🧎‍♀️🤰 Also, I tried my best, hope you enjoy!

Request -> Hi :) Can I request a Johanna x fem!reader that takes place after all the events of the mockingjay? The reader is also a victor of her games and is now living in district 7 with Johanna. I want to see what their life is like after the games and rebellion. What they’re like taking care of each other after nightmares and triggering situations. Also because happy times good, what is domestic life like for them now (Like lumberjack!johanna oof 😮‍💨). Give me all the angst, all the sadness, all the domestic feels, and all the fluff!

You felt like the war will truly never end. It was suffocating from the very start. Especially during the quarter quell and after. Since the moment Katniss shot that arrow into the whole of the force field that destroyed the arena and the power knocked you unconscious, you had a bad feeling. The moment you woke up and Finnick told you that the Capitol captured Johanna and Peeta you felt like you couldn't breathe.

The physical and mental torture that your lover had suffered during her time in the Capitol undet Snow's clutches and the mental torture that you had to fight with in the safety of District 13 didn't make your time there any earlier.

You were quite literally lost without her by your side. Every second of every minute of every hour of every day that you spent worrying about her, whether she was being killed, whether she was in unbearable pain, whether she was even alive made your head spin from just remembering it. But the moment that Johanna was back in your eyes everything felt so much easier. Since she was finally rescheduled, for the first time ever, you felt like you could actually make it through this rebellion. But you didn't allow yourself to be filled with hope too much, yet.

At Snow's execution you were quite literally freezing while standing between Johanna and Haymitch, your eyes never leaving Snow that was placed a few feet in front of you as you tried to pull your jacket a little bit tighter around your body.

The air was still thick with loss caused by the death of Johanna's and yours mutual friend Finnick and every other person that you have lost throughout the many years of Snow's tortures ruling of the Panem.

Shock ruled over your entire body as you watched Katniss fire the arrow that nested itself inside of Coin's heart. As she fell down, people all around you stepped forward to kill Snow. Both of the rulers were dead. At last there will be peace in the whole Panem.

The peace that you decided to chase with the love of your life. Her hand tightly placed into yours as you said your goodbyes to the rest of the poor, tortured souls that somehow survived against all odds.

The first step onto the train that would send you both to District 7 felt like freedom. The silent breeze that cherished your cheeks and hair as you walked towards Johanna's house, hand in hand with her, the smell of the lumber in the air was a sign that you could perhaps find peace with the one you fought so hard for.

District 7 was good for you. It was different from your old home, for sure, but it was a good change. A change that your hears, soul and your spirit in general needed to live. During the day, when your therapists didn't visit or when you didn't have to visit them in the Capitol, Johanna and you would take calming strolls along the woods of her District, the smell of lumber became familiar. A sent without which you would probably, quite literally die, felt like peace. The word that both Johanna and you continued to chase endlessly.

But it wasn't easy.

The nightmares were overwhelming most of the time. Both of you would wake up in a cold sweat, practically screaming yourselves awake. Tears and panic was endless, but the presence of each other brought a great comfort to both of you.

One time you were laying in Johanna's and yours bed, molded into the sheets and pillows that were practically drowning you, hiding you from the world, as you tried to chase the sleep that you didn't get last night because of Johanna's nightmare. It didn't matter, though. As long as she was safe nothing else to you mattered. Just as you fell asleep, the nightmares from your own games started to drag you in.

The cold sweat covered your skin as you screamed yourself awake. Your breathing was heavy, you couldn't control it. Your hand reached over to Johanna's side of the bed feeling the cold grace your fingertips and you felt like someone spilled a bucket of freezing cold water over your head.

"Johanna!" A scream broke free from your throat as you dashed out of the bed in a lightning speed, trying to reach the door of the house to go outside.

You were forcefully put into a panicked frenzy as you practically broke down the door of the house, your head turning around in every possible direction. You were trying to find her.

And there she was. An ax in the hand, standing a few feet away from the house as she chopped the wood, the pile of lumber growing bigger and bigger with each swing. Her arms flexing as she was lightly covered in sweat from the hard work. Her eyebrows frowned in concentration. Her gorgeous pair of crystals looked at you in confusion and light concern as she watched your panicked expression.

"You good, dummy?" She asked you as she struck her ax into the wood before whipping away the sweat that glued her freshly grown bangs against her forehead.

"I just..." You sighed in relief once again as you watched her. "I just had a nightmare and you weren't there when I woke up, but it's okay."

Johanna quickly brought you into her arms, wrapping you up in their safety as she whispered sweet nothings into your ear in a desperate attempt to calm you down.

"It's okay. You're okay. I'm okay."

"You're okay." You breathed out once more following her lead.

She separated herself from you for a moment before she brought you in for a delicate kiss that was oh so her.

"We're okay. We will be." She whispered against your lips, her arms never leaving once she wrapped them around your neck.

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stopthatnel · 2 years

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diplomacy

a/n: hello world i’ve brought you some erwin smut i hope y’all enjoy it 😮‍💨 anyways y’all pls erwin has two arms in this consider it an au

s: sometimes, it’s best that you don’t know.

wc: 6.6k

cw: drinking, dom!erwin, sub!erwin, slight impact play, power play, power dynamics, secrecy, choking, hair pulling, mock leashes, lmk if i missed any i probably did 😭

the lines may have been blurred, too hard and too quick. erwin barely had any time to wrap his head around his sudden infatuations, almost taken off guard from this moment of realization. he had caught himself, red-handed, mid thought. his gaze was locked on the shadowy figure leaning against his door, not a single thought behind his eyes. he blinked. once. twice. and the third time. his tongue darted out to wet his lips, before pressing them together. he swallowed thickly,

“who is it?”

of course erwin already knew who it was, it might’ve been unclear to others, even through the blurred glass that separated them. it wasn’t until the very moment before they knocked, where he found himself smiling at the approaching steps. he recognized the clicking of heels, the small clinking of jewelry, and the seemingly perfect sequence between these sounds. he couldn’t deny his sudden willingness to get up and open the door himself, and couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

“it’s (y/n).” her voice responded softly. erwin brought his clasped hands up to his desk, resting his wrists against the sleek mahogany edge. “come in.” he says. the brass door knob turned carefully, slowly to the left, before being pushed away. she stood at his doorway for a few seconds, locking eyes with the blond seated in front of her. a silky red fabric draped over her body, a sheer sparkly gold shawl across her shoulders. the dress cut low, enough for erwin to catch a glimpse of something he hasn’t seen before. a sun, crescent moon, and eye, nestled comfortably in between the valley of her breasts. he quickly averted his gaze back to her own, unclasping his hands to motion the chairs across from him. the click of her heels and clinking her jewelry returned briefly as she stepped forward, closing the door behind her.

“mr.smith,” she pulled the off-centered chair closer to the center, “has something upset you?” erwin watched as her dress slightly rolled up her thighs, bunching at the crease where she sat. her ankles crossed to the side, she stared at him expectantly.

urgently.

“not at all, ms-“

“please,” she interrupted. “(y/n).”

a ghost of a smile adorned his lips before he continued. “not at all, (y/n). why would you think that?”

(y/n) remained silent, as if she was examining the man in front of her. her eyes shamelessly looked him up and down, looking for something it seemed. perhaps a clue.

“i doubt someone as smart as you would be oblivious as to why anyone would think that.” she respond curtly. (y/n) was right, an entire ballroom of guests stood underneath the very floor they were seated on. the annual scouts gala, a fundraising event where the wealthy flaunt their wealth and the scouts walk on eggshells to avoid stepping on any of their toes.

at least thats what erwin understood from having gone through seven of them. he remained silent, despite her ever urgent stare intensifying.

“my father wants you to make a speech tonight.”

“i’ve already declined the offer once.”

“there’s a hundred people down there-“

“i’m sure they’ll survive one gala without a speech.” erwin cut her off. another brief silence took its stead and as infatuated he was with the being in front of him, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to change his stance. erwin saw it simply, he had a point to prove, and he was going to prove it.

(y/n) stood up slowly, the dress that adorned her body falling back into its place, and the chain she wore around her waist dropping down just above her knee. it clicked against the chair as she walked away. the brass door knob shifted to the left again, and her body was soon out the door. she halted in her steps and turned her head slightly back,

“there’s no doubt they’ll survive one year, erwin. will you?”

the gala came to an end, and erwin remained headstrong. he watched through his window as the guests left in turn, handshakes and over boisterous guffaws exchanged between those whom he couldn’t fathom wanting to understand. a sigh escapes his lips as he watches guards closing the gates, a sign that only those who were within were left. he shrugs his suit jacket over his shoulders, folding it in half before throwing it across the top of his chair.

for the first time that night, he leaves his office and heads downstairs to regroup with the scouts. to his surprise he found none, only levi. levi sat at the bottom of the stairs, as if he was expecting his commander.

“you really did it, huh?” levi asks, continuing to face away. erwin scans the empty ballroom from behind him, looking for another familiar face. “why wouldn’t i? they don’t respect us, levi. we’re merely a tool for them to prove their compassion.” a heavy sigh, a complacent sigh, was given in response to erwin. “mr.(l/n) just told them you weren’t feeling well. i don’t think it mattered.”

a bitter laugh echoes within the tall ceilings above them. erwin continues his trip to the bottom of the stairs, walking away from levi. “aren’t we glad it’s not about what we think?”

erwin decided he wanted to get some fresh air, a lot of it. being stuffed in his room all day, even if it was self inflicted, he could use as much as he could tolerate.

it was a cool night, the moon glowing brighter outside than erwin remembers in the confines of his study. the gates that surrounded the mansion were almost comparable to the walls that surrounded the nation. the dark sky offered a sense of tranquility, crickets chirping in the bushes surrounding. erwin savored this moment, but just as he took a deep breath, a door slammed.

“maybe, if you were worried about the right things we wouldn’t be here, father!”

a voice that took him nothing less than a second to recognize.

——

(y/n) stood in her fathers study, arms crossed and jaw clenched.

“no.” her father stated.

“why not?” she counters immediately.

“why not? maybe because the scouts left with over 3,000 soldiers and came back with just under 1,000.”

“that furthermore proves my point! they need more peopl-”

“not you! they need people who have nothing to lose! what will people think if my only daughter, not even one of my sons, throws herself into a never end-“

an exaggerated scoff escapes her red stained lips, “what will people think?” she laughs. “no you’re right, what will people think? the sole daughter of the (l/n)’s decided to throw her life away to join the scouts! what a shame, before she could even live her life as some other snob’s wife! so sad!” she says sarcastically, and loudly.

“watch your tone young lady, the scouts are crawling all over this place.” her eyebrows furrowed down in frustration, she clenched her jaw and fists. she studied her father intensely, in a mixture of awe and disgust of who he actually turned out to be. (y/n) has never vocalized her thoughts to her father, more specifically about her interests in the scouts. she watched them all for years, never understanding the suicide mission they seemed adamant on pursuing. she never understood until recently, being more social, talking to the scouts, and finally realizing that their suicide mission was for them.

it wasn’t long before (y/n) wanted to become the protector of their homes, knowing that people like herself and her family did not need to be protected. not once has she heard her family worry about titans breaking down the innermost wall; almost all their issues were those consisting of other humans, not man-eating giants. as much as (y/n) wouldn’t care to admit it, she was stubborn, just like her father.

her heels clicked against the stone floor as she made her way to the door, stopping as she heard her fathers warning.

“don’t tell anyone about this. my own daughter, what a shame it would be.”

she quickly swung open the door of her fathers study, eyes narrowed as she spoke. “maybe, if you were worried about the right things we wouldn’t be here, father!” the door slams behind her as she makes her way down the steps onto the pathway. her chest heaved in anger, tears being blinked away before even having the chance to well up at her lash line. she wasn’t sad, for god's sake, she was angry. she couldn’t bear having anyone seeing her so overwhelmed, regardless of her father’s wishes. (y/n) was going to join the scouts, she’ll be damned if she wasn’t going to maintain her reputation. she wasn’t going to be known as the girl who cried because daddy said no. she was the girl who kept her chin up and moved silently. she was going to be the grown woman that had everything wrapped around her finger. tonight however, nothing felt as though it was in her control.

her eyes darted to a familiar face, erwin smith, who stood proudly. (y/n) would’ve scowled, but what impression would that make to the man who’s command she wanted to be under? “excuse me,” she said sheepishly.

she’d rather be seen as sheepish than weak.

“shouldn’t you be inside with the scouts?” she asks. erwin looked at her thoughtfully before sliding his hands into his pockets. “i needed some air,” he claims, raising an eyebrow dubiously. (y/n) quickly caught on to his curious demeanor, waving her had in the air as if to brush it all off. “likewise, you know how intense a family can be.”

erwin remained quiet to her vague remark, simply because he had nothing to say. he shamelessly looked her up and down, silently admiring her silhouette underneath the shadows and moonlight. her skin glowed underneath it, tempting him. “i could really use a drink,” she begins. “care to join me?”

she doesn’t wait for erwin’s response, she’s already heading towards another door further down the pathway. erwin followed behind her silently, his mind suddenly at a standstill from thoughts. the door led to a pantry, and in the pantry was a cellar. (y/n) knew exactly what she was doing, undoing the latch and pulling the doors up wordlessly. erwin watched as she hiked her dress up her thighs, tucking an edge into the chain around her waist and stepping into the cellar. she disappeared, erwin assuming she’d be back up sooner than later.

after what he could only describe as rummaging, her voice calls out from the basement. “are you coming down here or not? i need to close that door.” erwin peered into the gloomy cellar to where she stood holding a bottle, hand on hip. she looked up at him expectantly, almost pleadingly. it seemed to him that she didn’t want to be alone, or was it more than that?

his previously clear mind caught up to him as he stared down at her, except this time the thoughts were all constant. now was the time where he’d finally allow himself to be alone with you and the thoughts he had of you. those unholy thoughts that he kept buried in a chest in the far depths of his mind. not once has he spoken on it, it wouldn’t bode well had he made it known he was desperate to have the biggest financial contributor of the scouts daughter a mess in his lap.

he cautiously stepped down to join her, curious as to why he’d have to be down here with her. was it possible that she was trying to get them alone, in a secluded place? was it possible that (y/n) had the same infatuation with him as he did for her? or did she just innocently need his help? he heard her sigh as she walked back up and brought the cellar door down behind her. a small smirk turned up the corner of erwin’s lips, it didn’t seem possible to be the latter.

(y/n) steps carefully around the uneven floor, placing the murky brown bottle of alcohol down onto a table. the cellar was simply for alcohol and possibly the occasional drink, considering the cups that stood next to the bottle. (y/n) seemed to pick up on the absurdity of the situation, and began to explain.

“you know, this house has a bunch of secret passages. i’d know, considering there’s one that leads me straight from my bedroom into here. my friends and i use that passage a lot when they stay over.” erwin chuckles, allowing himself to let his thoughts course directly through his lips.

“what are you insinuating?” he asks, grabbing the neck of the bottle before pouring. as a sly grin overtakes (y/n)’s lips, she pulls out the small barstools from underneath the table, taking a seat. she looks up to erwin, tapping her chin to feign thought. “whatever you’d like to believe, mr.smi-”

this time, he interrupted. “erwin, darling. use my name.” (y/n) hesitated for a second, slightly taken aback by the casual, no, flirty, interruption. “how about commander? you go by that too, don't you?” she mused, tapping her nail against the edge of the glass. erwin put the bottle down and handed her one of the cups, immediately putting it to his lips before he truly spoke his mind. he sat down, the burning liquid seeming to phase her more than him. her face scrunching up after the first sip and red lips puckering in distaste.

“you can call me whatever you want, dear.” a giggle bubbles out of (y/n), bashing in the attention. she never really thought twice about the attitude she received from erwin, assuming that it was indeed just how he is. however seeing this looser version of the meticulous, hard headed commander brought along a tinge of shyness. perhaps, maybe, a chance. at what? (y/n) wasn’t so sure of what yet either.

erwin tips the drink back, setting down the glass with a loud clink, wiping away his bottom lip. she watched as he dragged his knuckle across the pink of his lower lip, just supple enough for her to notice. he clears his throat, already reaching for the bottle once more.

“so what was all of that about earlier?”

(y/n)’s mind blanked for a moment, unable to quickly catch up to the sudden subject change. “uhm… what do you mean?” she questioned naively, reaching for her drink. if she was going to grimace anyways, might as well have been over a drink. erwin watches as she attempts to mimic him, tipping her drink back, spilling it down her chin,

down her neck,

down her breasts,

right into the sun, moon, and eye.

she sputters quickly, nose turned up once again as she pats the spilled liquid away with her hands. she huffs, childishly when she thinks about it, and pulls the now sticky silk fabric away from her skin.

“shit!” she exclaims. “and i really liked this dress!” erwin chuckles dryly, swirling his liquor gently. her eyes quickly dart to his, narrowed. was he laughing at her?

“what’s so funny?” she asks, no, demands.

“worried about the wrong things, huh?” (y/n) scoffs loudly at his remark, in disbelief. “excuse me?” she asks, giving him a moment to explain himself.

erwin was frustrated. here he goes thinking she’s different from the rest, showing up to his study to actually learn from him, watching trainings from afar, like she was on his side! he went to the extremes of allowing himself to become completely infatuated with her, despite who you were. he allowed himself to lose control, he allowed himself to come down here tonight only to disappoint himself. hearing that argument he presumed she had with her father only put him on a leash and dragged him on a wild goose chase.

his eyes narrowed back at hers, “i heard that argument, you’re a hypocrite. telling your father he’s worried about the wrong things, when this! this is what you’re worried about? your fucking dress?”

(y/n) abruptly stands up, placing the glass down (with quite the force), glaring down at the man still seated beneath her. who the hell does he think he is, accusing her of something he barely had any insight to? if she was going to be sheepish rather than weak, she might as well be ballsy rather than looked down on.

“you don’t have a single idea what you’re talking about.” she seethes. erwin places his arm onto the table and leans back, taking a sip from his cup. “then enlighten me.” he says.

“and why should i do that?” (y/n) shoots back.

erwin smiles, his demeanor switching in almost a blink of an eye. truth be told, erwin was desperate. he wanted nothing more than to go back to his made up fantasy of (y/n). allow himself to indulge in the finer things in life, especially if it meant it was between her legs.

“because otherwise, i’m right.” he grits. (y/n) bends over to lower her eyes to his, studying his baby blues. she really didn’t want to have this argument. and maybe this was that opening she could’ve sworn she had earlier. she lets her eyes roam down his flushed face, she needed to take the chance.

“i’m not a spoiled brat. not one of your regular elitists. i’m just a girl that’s going to take what she wants.” erwin cocked his brow at her, pulling his body upright, forcing (y/n) to take a step back. this time, he stared down at her, his 6’2 frame towering over hers.

“and what exactly do you want?” he questions, hanging his head curiously. (y/n) grinned, stepping forward and lifting her head to his. her hands twitched to grab the collar of his shirt, but she chose to forgo it.

“what if i said you?”

erwin’s grin matched hers, but he didn’t act on her words. simply bending over in the same manner as she did earlier, leaving almost no space between their lips.

“then aren’t you going to take me?”

(y/n)’s lips immediately closed the gap between them, relieving the itch to grab his collar. she twists the fabric in her fist, planting her foot next to his. her free hand latched onto his hip, guiding him back up against the table. a startled grunt escapes erwin’s lips in midst of the kiss, placing his hands on the table behind him to steady himself.

(y/n) briefly parts the kiss, quickly scanning erwin’s face for any disapproval. she let go of his collar, opting to dance her fingertips across the clammy skin of his neck. “commander this, commander that.” she says mockingly. “shouldn’t you be great at reading a situation, commander?” she asks rhetorically. still shocked by (y/n)’s abrasivness, erwin answers her with a question of his own.

“what situation are you talking about?” (y/n) bites her lip to stifle a smile, and rolls her eyes. “i can’t just simply take a person,” she says matter of factly. her hand still and his hip, she brings down the other to turn him and have him sit back down on the stool.

“a person,” she continues, grabbing the shimmering shawl off her shoulders pulling it taut between them. “has to give themselves to me. are you going to do that commander? can you give me the reigns on this one?”

erwin’s heart is thumping so loudly he’d think there was an amplifier connected to his ears. he swallows thickly and smiles, looking up at the woman standing before him in awe. so maybe he did read the situation wrong, and somehow they’re in somewhat of the same position as he fantasized. except in his fantasies, she was the one in the chair, relinquishing herself to him. he would be the one who’d grabbed the leash and lead the way, except it’s her. standing above him, giving him the option to just lay back and listen.

he could do that.

he’d be more than happy to do that.

his eyes glimmer in excitement as he tells her, “take it.”

as pretty as that shawl was to the eye, it was scratchy against skin. more specifically, erwin’s neck. (y/n) had looped it around his neck like a scarf, leaving herself a handle to tug. she literally meant take the reigns.

she quickly pushes the cups and bottle further down the table, fully hiking and tucking her dress in the chain. her legs glowed underneath the dim lighting, as delectable and soft as erwin had imagined. he wanted nothing more than to reach for her thighs, kneed them, spread them, worship them as they were apart of her. and so he reached, but he was too slow.

(y/n) had grabbed his still half full cup, throwing its contents onto his chest and neck, getting some on his lips. erwin leans back in surprise, eyes wide. she tsked, wrapping her hand around the fabric once, then pulling him onto his knees in front of her. she hopped onto the edge of the table, letting go of the mock leash, and looked down onto the man underneath her pitifully.

“didn’t we agree on me taking the reigns?” she asks, rhetorically once more. erwin chose not to answer this time. (y/n) swings her feet from underneath her, “three strikes and you’re out, commander. now be good and come here.” she commands.

oh how the tides have turned, she thinks.

“crawl.” she adds.

the very man she wanted to be underneath and support: on his hands and knees, looking up at her with a look in his eyes that she could only describe as pure excitement.

“now be a good boy, and give me the leash.” she instructs, her palm out. as soon as it’s in her hand, she pulls him closer in between her thighs, lifting her heels up and digging into his shoulders.

erwin felt the pain of her stilettos digging into him, even so he chose to ignore it. how could he not, when there was merely one layer of clothing separating him from what he wished for the most. the heaven on earth, the key to all his own personal desires, fulfillment, even if it’s momentary. the heel marks on his shoulders would be nothing in comparison, if anything, just the reminder of the pleasure. he said not a word, but slowly lifted his eyes up to hers as if asking for permission.

she ran her fingers through his hair, appreciating the beauty underneath her. she thought it would take a bit more to have him submissive for her like this. she smiled down at him, messing his hair up from his usually perfectly coiffed sweep, to blond strands falling in front of his eyes, sticking to his sweat. she liked this better, he looked a lot more vulnerable to her.

she scoots farther back on the table, bringing her legs up and out, baring herself for him to see. she brought a finger down to her panties, snapping the elastic on the inside of her thigh, offering him a peak, before pulling him closer.

“if you want to see more, take them off.” she suggests coyly, leaning back onto her elbows. erwin raises his hands only to be tugged forward once more. “with your teeth.” she purrs.

erwin’s face is flushed. downing that entire cup was getting to him. it wasn’t just any beer where a single cup wouldn’t phase him. it was straight spirit. and from one look at (y/n)’s face, they were both looking a bit hot. erwin’s hands reach for the buttons on his collar as he leans forward into her clothed cunt, peppering kisses onto the mount. moving up to her the band wrapped around her hips, he takes the cloth between his teeth and drags them down. he repeats the process on the other side, all while unbuttoning his shirt, and shrugging it off his shoulders.

(y/n)’s breath hitches as erwin grabs the flimsy fabric right above her heat, grip on the shimmering gold tightening. he pulls it down slowly, his tongue perversely running over the nectar she’d leaked on them. he whined softly through his nose, desperate to actually taste her. while he’s sure he’s the one teasing her, his cock is straining painfully against his slacks. he can feel himself rutting against the damp spot he left on his underwear.

truly, erwin knew he could make her into his slut. when all is said and done, he’d have her on her knees, choking on his cock. that red lipstick she loves to wear would be smeared across her cheeks, eyes wet with tears from gagging, begging for him to do it again. he wouldn’t need this stupid scarf, shawl, whatever it is. he’d use his hands, bury them in her hair, around her throat, anywhere he’d want them to be.

instead, he wants to experience her in her glory. how she is most willing to give herself to him, even if it means giving up control. if that’s what (y/n) wants, then that’s exactly what (y/n)’s going to get.

his head travels down her legs as she lifts her hips up to help him drag what felt like constraints down, sitting up to watch them come off completely, her sweet, sweet boy holding them in his mouth. she grabs them from him and lays back once more,

“you can keep them if i feel like you deserve them.” she teases. erwin’s eyes dart frantically to her pussy, finally fully bare for him to see. he licks his lips slowly, and without any warning, licks a fat stripe up her cunt. his tongue slipped up her folds, circling at her clit before he slowly wrapped his lips around the nub. a high pitched moan escaped (y/n)’s lips, her back slightly arching up.

erwin eyes the panties laid next to her, debating on shoving them in her mouth, but he’d give anything to keep making her sing like this. she tugs at the ‘collar’, pulling him closer to her cunt, welcoming more.

(y/n)’s breath quickly becomes labored, an ill attempt at

self control. small whimpers and soft whispers still escape her despite her efforts. her hips rolling into erwin’s mouth, he’s licking, suckling, pressing, flicking, even swallowing all of the nectar that she provided him- happily.

“oh shit…” she whimpers, dropping the leash and opting to grab his hair. “just like that, you’re doing so good baby boy.” she whispers, now tugging. erwin moans into her pussy at her praise, sweet like honey coming from her mouth. his hands find the edge of the table, steadying himself as he burries his tongue into her cunt-

“mmph- fuck!”

that’s exactly what he wanted to hear. he pushed his tongue further into her, the tip of his nose brushing up against her clit, her thighs twitching slightly at the dual sensation. erwin lapped as much as he could until her whines became more frequent. his tongue retreats to her clit, alternating between suckling the swollen bundle, or circling it quickly with the tip of his tongue.

soon her thighs and stomach tense up, but without fail she grabs the shawl tightly into her hand. her hips roll forward involuntarily, head thrown back in a silent scream of pleasure. erwin attempts to pull himself back and admire his handiwork, only to find his tongue nestled in her folds once more.

“oh, you thought that was it?” she pants, still attempting to sort herself out from her orgasm. erwin doesn’t waste time to argue, immediately getting back to work. he did say you could take whatever you wanted.

erwin’s hands find themselves lost, unsure where to put them. he decided to test the waters, bringing them around each of her ankles, pulling them up just a bit before placing them back down. his hands continued to dance up her legs, and no appeal was made to the advancements.

he finds his fingers pulling and kneading the inside of (y/n)’s thighs, lifting his head only for a moment to spread her lips apart, drag his middle finger to her entrance. as he reattached his lips to her clit, his finger slips in, out, in, out.

(y/n) cries out, tugging the leash. even so, erwin goes at an unforgiving pace. any control (y/n) had seemed to be faltering, as she was beginning to fall apart once more. he quickly slips in another finger, curling it forward repeatedly.

“fuck, fuck, fuck! you’re gonna make me cum!” (y/n)’s head tilt led down at erwin, eyes focused on him intently, eyebrows furrowed as her clit became overstimulated from erwin’s tongue. she’s spasming around his fingers, clenching them tightly as she orgasms once more.

her cum gushes around his fingers, soaking his chest in her juices. ironically, not the first time she’s done that tonight. although still riding the wave of her second orgasm, she fixes herself to sit back up and drops her legs back over the edge of the table. she takes him in, rosy skin damp, lips curled into a smile but eyes wide.

he seemed proud of himself, seeing as he was covered in what he thought was an unattainable woman’s cum. he’s said before he’d fuck the elitist over, but to think it would be this way? of course he’d enjoy it, he’d be a madman not to.

“stand up and turn around.” (y/n) pants, lifting the leash. as close as the leash kept her to him, she decided to drop it, opting to hold his hips after he followed her command. erwin’s hands remained at his sides as he attempted to see the maiden behind him, curious as to what was next.

she didn’t say a word, but she told him. she snakes her arms around him, pressing her face to his muscular back, fingers making haste to rid him of his trousers. she doesn’t wait to hear the clinking of his metal belt to hit the floor before she slips her nails underneath the elastic of his boxers, roughly tugging them down. erwin’s body leans back into (y/n)’s lap, his hands finding stability on the table, on either side of her thighs.

“that bad?” she mumbles into his skin, her hands wrapping around the base of his cock. erwin draws a shaky breath, nodding his head wordlessly. “i need to hear you, commander. how else am i supposed to know what you want?” she purrs, squeezing him gently.

erwin stifled a groan. she knows exactly what he wants. he could do without the teasing and would rather just fast forward to when he has (y/n)’s legs over his shoulders, molding her pussy to his cock. he’d be ruthless, unforgiving, until the entire building knew his name, if they didn’t already. one of (y/n)’s hands traveled up his torso to his rosy pink nipples, catching one in between her fingers. she tugged it, hard. erwin couldn’t stifle his groan- moan, now. his head falls back impatiently, arching his back and bucking his hips in hopes of friction.

“strike two mr.smith.”

“please, touch me!”

“i am, commander. be more specific.”

“fuck… my cock. touch my cock, stroke it, anything! please.” (y/n) cracked a smile at his words, bring her palm up to his pink tip, smearing his precum and happily obliging.

“you’re such a pretty beggar,” she hums over his soft whines.

“faster, please.” he whimpers. (y/n) halted her movements, opening her palm up. “then spit.” the blond happily puckered his lips as he hung his head down to spit into her hand, watching as her small fingers barely wrapped around his shaft, giving him exactly what he wanted. he closes his eyes and pants; tensing as he felt the hand that caressed his chest retreat behind him. her other hand didn’t stop stroking him, and so he asked:

“what are you doing?” she let out a shaky laugh, “do you want to see?” she loosens her grip on his cock, allowing him to turn around, and see for himself. her fingers are burried in her cunt, still slick with his spit and her wet, palm pressed flatly on her clit.

erwin cracked a smile, “you’re so greedy.”

“greedy?” she echos him, voice trembling. her cheeks are flushed and eyes low, as if she was daring him to stay say it again. “what do you do, erwin? when you want something?” she questions, arching her hips into her hand. “do you dance around it?”

erwin’s hand found itself wrapped around the head of his cock, snapping his wrist slightly. he watched her eyes trail to the sight, expecting his third strike, instead, hearing nothing.

she was waiting for a response.

and that, he’d be more than happy to give.

he pushes her back flat against the table, grabbing her hips and pulling them closer to the edge. a surprised yelp escaped her lips, but she knew it was coming. there was only so many times she could provoke this man, and that was the last attempt. he roughly spreads her legs apart, tapping his fat cock against her folds.

“i take it.” he answers her question, then fully ramming his cock into her. she cries out from the sweet burning stretch, admiring the way he roughed her up. he didn’t give her any time to adjust, not that she needed much. the lewd noises that came from between them shook erwin to his core, calling her greedy was an over statement. her pussy sucked him in, practically mocking him when (y/n)’s voice moans, “just like that! fuck yes.”

erwin takes a hand and presses it to her lower stomach, watching as she stifles what could have been a loud moan. instead her eyes cross, and she’s attempting to sit up against his thrusts. erwin’s animalistic, sure to leave (y/n)’s thighs sore the next day.

maybe (y/n) was wrong. that wasn’t her last chance at provoking him. she bucks her hips to meet his, his balls slapping against her ass in an almost perfect rhythm. her eye latches onto the gold shawl dangling in front of her, swiftly taking it into her hand and tugging him closer to her.

“was this what you needed to take?” she pants in his ear. erwin whines at the fabric scratching around his neck, dropping his head to focus on where their bodies connected. “answer me, commander. you needed this? tell me how it fee- ah! fuck, tell me how it feels baby boy.”

his pace falters for a bit as he answers, “there’s nothing like it- i needed your pussy like humans need- fuck! stop squeezing me like that, i’m-”

(y/n)’s fingers find themselves pulling tighter around his leash, feeling the tides getting rougher. her teeth bite into the inside of her lip as she focuses on her next words.

“you’re such a good boy, you’re gonna wait for me to let you know when you can cum, right?”

erwin nods his head, slowing his pace to keep up with your commands. he raises his head to admire your body underneath him, his hands reaching to graze across every curve.

“you’re so beautiful…” he mumbles, almost starry eyed. “yeah? what’s so beautiful about me commander?” (y/n) muses. she basked in his attention, relishing every touch and thrust.

“everything…” he begins, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples. he brings down his hands to her waist, squeezing softly, down her navel before resting the pad of his thumb on her clit, rubbing slow circles. he lifts his eyes to hers, “your eyes. so eager to please…” he says shakily, switching from his thumb to index, rubbing faster.

(y/n) giggles at the praise, returning it.

“good boy.”

just as vague.

feeling as he regained some of the control he was losing, erwin digs his nails into the back of her thighs, pushing them up to her chest and completely bottoming out. they moan in unison, (y/n) feeling herself coming undone by the second.

“go faster.” she breathes into his skin. the squelching, the lewd squelching, sounded louder than before, along with the enticing sweet moans of what sounded like submission to erwin. he growls, tightening his grin on her thighs, leaning back and staring at their connections once more.

his breathing more labored, he grits his teeth together feeling her pussy clench around him tighter than before. “are you- gah, gonna come for me?” (y/n) merely responded with a whine, eyes scrunched tightly together, a loose smile on her lips.

“yes commander! make me cum on you cock!”

erwin moans at her filthy words, throwing his head back. her warm walls spasmed around his dick, amplified to his cock as she attempts to close her legs together from overstimulation.

“keep them open for me darling, i’ve been a good boy.” he grits. had (y/n) not been spent she’d pick up on his mockery, but instead she’s stuttering her words, begging him to come undone for her.

and he does. erwin pulls his cock from the warmth of her insides, almost whimpering from the loss of it. he takes one hand and spreads her folds open, noticing how she clenched around nothing. with his other hand, he strokes himself to the same pace he was going in his personal heaven, emittingg a low groan as his cum splatters onto her.

erwin falls back onto one of the stools taking a deep breath, he needed a second. to his surprise, (y/n) wordlessly stands up and shimmies her dress back over her hips. she removes the shawl from erwin’s neck, then picking up her panties off the table.

erwin eyes her suspiciously, hoping she wasn’t leaving. she picks up his shirt off the floor, tossing it in his lap and sighs. she walks over to the only door in the cellar besides it’s entrance, sparing him a look over his shoulder.

“there’s a hatch to the cellar door that makes it so it opens on the inside.”

she places her hand on the doorknob, swinging it open to reveal a dimly lit hallway. she tosses something into erwin’s lap, before closing the door behind her.

erwin sat there, almost shocked. he wasn’t sure what to expect, but being ditched wasn’t really on the agenda. he looks down to his lap and cracks a smile, guess i deserved it.

—

in the following weeks, it seemed as though she was avoiding erwin like a cold. he’d catch glimpses of her at the lodges. while quite unsure of why, he never bothered to ask.

he was looking for a moment to talk, just to understand what happened between them. but the most interaction he’s had with her was a simple nod and a “commander.” as an acknowledgement. her head was laid low, suspiously low.

“erwin, the paperwork for the new recruits for this year are on your desk. just need your approval.” levi says, already in erwin’s study. erwin sighs and takes a seat, opening the folder. his eyes widen as he see’s the first name on the list.

oh.

#aot smut #erwin smut #erwin smith smut #erwin x reader #aot x reader #erwin x y/n

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loverlane · 1 year

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what color are you painting your nails!! :O

and omg???? 47!!!! OUT OF 50!!! IN MEDICINE?:!:!:? we stan a smart pretty queen here hellooooo im SO PROUD OF YOU AAAAA im so happy all your hard work paid off <3

I HOPE YOUR WEEK WILL BE ABSOLUTELY LOVELY TOO i am manifesting the most ideal timetable for you 🤞🏼🤞🏼

also the weasley twins are top notch this is yet another piece of proof to show that you have excellent taste 😮‍💨👌🏼👌🏼

i hope you're able to write as much as you want to this week!! and forever!!!! ilyily <33

I painted them glittery rose gold, one of my favorites !! My nails are already super pink though so it's almost the same color, but it sparkles ✨️

THANK YOU FOR BEING PROUD OF ME !! Besides whether or not I liked the grade I was so relieved that it was finally over, and soon enough the whole semester will be over and I will feel the bliss of 2 weeks off ! (I'm gonna go see a psychiatrist in that time)

I think the more I work the more I learn how to appreciate taking breaks n doing nothing, cause who thought watching a movie and eating snacks was gonna feel like literal heaven at one point.

YOUR MANIFESTING DID WORK BTW!! I have another light week ahead of me, and then three more weeks till the semester is over so that is amazing for me. Thank u so much Ms Ann for being the amazing manifester you are <3

And I'm going insane over the twins, I'm so close to being able to differentiate between them!! I'm so happy hyperfixations are a thing cause idk how I'd survive otherwise.

#AND ILY MORE !!!#i just realized we are basically holding conversations that could be done through dms but in asks #this is the true tumblr mutual experience #꒰ 🍊 ꒱ mooties : ann #also if u want a special emoji .. im totally down m #just send it in !!#꒰ el.answers ꒱

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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Generous with Charles casting bdndnahdjahhshwjs no it's true 😭 and he's so irrelevant too. Ah yeah even in previous seasons some plot-lines were obviously exaggerated, but I can imagine a lot of things actually happened and it makes me sick

LA's lifestyle is just not for me, and the traffic, the lack of public transport. SF is cool! You're right, NYC can be shitty, but it's the most European American city I know, so I just feel better there (though I hate their winters 🥶)

Baek people are waiting for YOUR comeback as well. Omfg the date format, I thought it meant 2nd of May 😬 I had a Shinee dream lat night lmao

Look at this insanity or. X-poppers would not survive here because everyone is a multi and no one gives a fuck about voting and streaming, so hopefully it won't work for them. Not that everyone on kpop tumblr is normal, but it's much better over here. Just no words...

Finally trying to rob the right people instead of me! I will join you, Alexa play The Stealer by TBZ

Seonghwa must be an experiment or a non-human creature, there's no other explanation. A siren... and one of the songs on Paradgim is called Siren, are we finally getting darkteez?!

Lmao that Changbin line. I feel sorry for Hwa stans looking for a partner, because he makes it so difficult. I'm praying for you all!

I found this

But imagine uber driver Seonghwa...

Instagram needs to take over user thv, because what the fuck?!

Bestie idc I would tattoo the Hehetmon family on my body. Ok but look at this cutie

You typed "romance impulsed" and I was so confused, cause I'm the opposite 😅 and EXCUSE ME BUT CLANNAD ENDED WITH A HAPPY ENDING AFTER ALL!!! Don't blame your sad ending tendencies on me :((((

I hope Wooyoung can see his brother soon! Seriously, Ateez had a wedding appearance some time ago, right? Or am I tripping?

You need to change your name to Seonghwa related, because this is clearly Seonghwa's territory lol

Awww the boxer story sounds nice. Also

I gave up on Love Yoo much earlier than TB, once in a while I search the web to see what's going on with my Seojun 🤧

GOD THAT LACEY SEETHROUGH BLOUSE IN THE PROMO PICTURE AAAAAAAAAAAA

Oh Seongsang are my angel guardians now??? AU AU AU

I'm sorry but have you seen Hueningkai's fur coat and a little bag, I'm dying lmao

That's my baby girl

I haven't watched any new kdramas in a while, I started some but abandoned them 💀 what is Rwborn Rich even about?

Also bestie I forgot to say I saw DC a few days ago! They're so pretty 😍 and they performed BOCA

😭😭😭😭 - DV 💖

hi hello!

BC LAST SEASONS CHARLES WAS 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 ur right he’s so irrelevant,,, but prince philip always has the best cast BUT THE REAL MOTHER?? PRINCESS ANNE?? ATE. ATE. there’s a very thin line between fiction and non fiction and it’s truly nasty to see shit that actually went down 😭🤚🏼

EXACTLY ITS SO CROWDED THERE 😭😭 nyc can be so crowded but there’s a different air about it,, YOURE RIGHT ITS THE MOST EUROPEAN AMERICAN CITY !!!!! stop bc the winters there is so romanticized while we damn well know how dirty it is and how crappy it gets with snow 😭😭😭

Baek people are waiting for YOUR comeback as well. Omfg the date format, I thought it meant 2nd of May 😬 I had a Shinee dream lat night lmao

i was like 🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️did i get called out HEHE LMFAOOOO DHWHHDJD NAUR I DONT THINK I CAN WAIT MORE FOR BAEKHYUN I NEED HIM BACK,,, shinee dream 🤨🤨 PLS LET US KNOW WHAT IT WAS

damn sorry i couldn’t dedicate my life for streaming and mass buying because i be doing a silly little thing called life 😭😭😭???? WHY ARE THEY CONVINCED EVERYONE WRITES SMUT HERE WHICH ISNT WHOLLY WRONG BUT 😭😭🤚🏼 U CONSUME IT SO WE’RE EQUALS,,,,, im so embarrassed for them, ‘do not listen to this delusional freak!’ BUT UR THE ONE WANTING A YN MOMENT AT CONCERTS 😭😭😭 PLS THIS IS SO FUNNY RHQMDKW THE HYPOCRISY i swear someone needs to show these accs the shit they have done ten years later and see if they still think the same bc damaged behaviour,, embarrassing

Finally trying to rob the right people instead of me! I will join you, Alexa play The Stealer by TBZ

LMFAOOOO WHO SAID I WASNT GONNA DOUBLE ROB WDYM LOCK UR DOORS HIDE YOUR FUR BABIES HIDE UR SELF BC MY FLIGHT IS DOING A ROUNDTRIP TO UR CITY

Seonghwa must be an experiment or a non-human creature, there's no other explanation. A siren... and one of the songs on Paradgim is called Siren, are we finally getting darkteez?!

no??? LITERALLY HES SOMETHING. we have been talking about sirens for so long, and now we finally get this. do u rmr the movie atlantis, and if i told u it was a siren x researcher hwa fic then what WE ARE FINALLY GETTING DARKTEEZ AND THOSE PHOTOS???? THE SMUGED FUCKING LIPSTICK

Lmao that Changbin line. I feel sorry for Hwa stans looking for a partner, because he makes it so difficult. I'm praying for you all!

i need him to repay the emotional distress he causes us every two seconds

I found this /// But imagine uber driver Seonghwa...

STOP IT I THOUGHT THAT WAS A REAL PREDEBUT PHOTO FJWJFBWK no bc i have this draft that’s inspired by ur uber driver it’s an actress reader who’s tired of the limelight x uber driver hwa who somehow happens to be the one chauffeuring yn everywhere to places yn’s never been too bc of the job yn has <3

Instagram needs to take over user thv, because what the fuck?!

NO LITERALLY WHAT THE FUCK HE GIVES NO WARNING ITS EITHER HES DRESSED IN A SUIT OR HES FUCKING SHIRTLESS SHOWING GRIPPERS

Bestie idc I would tattoo the Hehetmon family on my body. Ok but look at this cutie

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 PLS GET A SMALL HEHETMON TATTOO ON UR WRIST OR SOMETHING BUT PLS GET THAT HWA ONE !!!!

You typed "romance impulsed" and I was so confused, cause I'm the opposite 😅 and EXCUSE ME BUT CLANNAD ENDED WITH A HAPPY ENDING AFTER ALL!!! Don't blame your sad ending tendencies on me :((((

apparently i can’t read anymore <//3 THE HAPPY ENDING BUT WAS IT NECESSARY TO CAUSE THAT PAIN MISS MAAM NO. IT DIDNT HAVE A HAPPT ENDING BC THE PAIN OVERSHADOWED THE FUCKING ENDJNG FBDB 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫 YUNHO AU SAD ENDING I GUESS!

I hope Wooyoung can see his brother soon! Seriously, Ateez had a wedding appearance some time ago, right? Or am I tripping?

THEY DID!! it’s always so fun to see idols do “normal things” like attend weddings bc the interactions are the sweetest, like taeyang’s wedding the whole yge was there it was so fun on twt when everyone kept saying “YOOO CL’S AT THE WEDDIN- GD? GD’S THERE RN??? DEADASS?? JENNIE???”

You need to change your name to Seonghwa related, because this is clearly Seonghwa's territory lol //// Awww the boxer story sounds nice. Also

about to go see if seonghvws is available….omg it is… it does! but ill write if after the series!

I gave up on Love Yoo much earlier than TB, once in a while I search the web to see what's going on with my Seojun 🤧

i love yoo is a mess, i ship her with the black haired guy forever idc idc they FIT. DID U SEE WHATS GOING ON PLS TELL ME HE GOT SOMEONE THIS GUY BEEN BITCHLESS FOR TOO LONG

GOD THAT LACEY SEETHROUGH BLOUSE IN THE PROMO PICTURE AAAAAAAAAAAA /// Oh Seongsang are my angel guardians now??? AU AU AU

MOTHER. THATS MOTHER. 🤲🏼🤲🏼🤲🏼 SEONGSANG ANGELS AU??? STOPPPPP ID PAY MY KIDNEY TO SEE THIS HAPPEN

I'm sorry but have you seen Hueningkai's fur coat and a little bag, I'm dying lmao //// That's my baby girl

huening really channeling his furry, can i be ur dog coming irl fhwkfhwk THE LITTLE BAG LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭,, he’s so pretty i need his eyebrows

I haven't watched any new kdramas in a while, I started some but abandoned them 💀 what is Rwborn Rich even about?

reborn rich is the new kdrama with song joongki (jongho also has a ost and it’s so good, very evil!) basically he used to work for this chaebol organization but something happens and he gets reborn as the youngest grandson of the empire and he starts his deep digging to find out why he’s reborn and who killed his ass + it’s sad bc he gets to see his family back in time, esp his mother bc she passed away in the original time,, super interesting! the whole drama is 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Also bestie I forgot to say I saw DC a few days ago! They're so pretty 😍 and they performed

DID U SCREAM HOLD UP IM A GEEK THE BIG PARADOX !! DID U SCREAM DAMI !!! DID U DID U DID U siyeon is a siren

😭😭😭😭 - DV 💖

HE TOOK AN L FOR ATLANTA FBWKHDKW HES SO CUTE

a vampire

what is this the outfit the way he sit. what is this. modelling for dior ysl when. when.

my god

😀😀😀 PAUSE

minho back with the plagiarism fbwmfbk i just know jonghyun’s screaming at him from up there

found a skz quiz for u <3

also mother boa stopped a bOMB

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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marsbutterfly · 2 years

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i have no clue if you’ve ever written that Yelena drugdealer(?) au? or maybe you have but, OMG i love it, love the idea😮‍💨😮‍💨

Drug Dealer! Yelena

Warnings: nsfw, fem!Reader, fingering, drug use, drug dealing, blood, stitches, guns, parental neglect, pls don't do drugs.

a/n: I have never done cocaine in my life, this is purely based on shit I've seen in movies. Also, this was fun to write, thank you for requesting <3

It wasn't unusual for you to wait for Yelena until late hours of the night. She would always come home with a different excuse, saying she was trapped at work or that she got distracted talking to Zeke about "important company business".

The truth is that you have never once gathered up the courage to directly ask her if she's a drug dealer but that much is very clear to you.

Why, you may ask? Well, your suspicions first started on your very first date. Yelena is quite young and yet she took you to the fanciest restaurant in the city, making sure to order the most expensive dishes and wine and proceeding to pay for the entire meal.

Another red flag would be all the times you've had to clean blood off of her clothes or the amount of secret rooms filled to the brim with brown bags that she doesn't allow you to go anywhere near.

She would provide you with anything you needed (and wanted) to survive, never once complaining of the price.

It is a known rule that you do not speak of it. The only times you have ever heard her speaking about her job are the ones you accidently caught her on the phone with other members.

From the outside, you can hear as her keys jingle when they come in contact with their designated spot on the door.

"You are late. Again." You say, arms crossed as you look at her. Finally, you realize the bruises on Yelena's face and worry begins to cloud your mind and, before you can notice, her body is colliding against yours as you drag her towards the couch. "What the fuck happened?"

"I had to fix something because fucking Floch screwed up." She says, pointing towards the mini-fridge in the living room. Immediately, you rush towards the object, grabbing all the medicines necessary to patch her up.

In the time you have been dating Yelena, you have taken so many first aid courses you can barely keep count. And the amount of times you've had to be the one to patch her up? Innumerous.

"You need stitches." You reply in an attempt to change the subject but with no success, the curiosity getting the best out of you. Quickly and yet somewhat gently, you apply the anesthetic to the area where the stitches would be applied. "What did Floch do?"

Yelena doesn't respond. Instead, she removes her loose shirt revealing a white tank top stained with blood. In that moment, you decide to set your foot down.

"Yelena, when are you going to tell me that you sell drugs?" You ask, bluntly while looking directly into her eyes. A needle in your hand as you begin to patch up the laceration on her shoulder.

Her eyes widen for a second and her mouth hangs open though no words come out. Finally, she looks down at her shoe and a smile creeps onto her lips.

"I was wondering when you would ask me that." She says, flinching in agony while her eyes now rest on the needle and threat. "I've been doing this since I was 16. I had to make ends meet somehow."

"What about your parents?" You ask, fully focused on your motions, though you realize you have never once heard her talk about them.

"My dad ditched before I was born and my mom abandoned me when I was 3." She responds, not much emotion in her voice. "When I was 16, I was staying at this awful family's house and so I asked Onyankopon if he had any way of helping me escape. He didn't want me to be a part of this world but at the time there wasn't much he could do to stop me."

You listen to her story in silence, carefully watching your every reaction in the hopes of being respectful towards her past. Once she's done, you realize you have finished stitching up the laceration on her arm and reach for the gaze.

"Sounds like life didn't give you many choices." You say and she nods.

"You could say that." Yelena responds when suddenly an unfamiliar look takes over her features, something you had never seen her express before: fear. "You won't leave me now that you know I'm a drug dealer right?"

Immediately, you shake your head. "Never."

Your arm wraps around her face while using a hand to tenderly brush the skin on her cheeks. Yelena nuzzles herself in the crook of your neck, smelling the perfume you applied earlier in the day.

"So what did Floch do?" You ask one more time in the hopes of changing the subject.

"Oh he sold someone twice as much cocaine for half the price because he can't fucking count for shit." She exclaims, reaching for her back pocket and taking out a small bag the same white powder she was talking about.

Yelena dumps out the contents on the brown table before you. She proceeds to reach for her back pocket and pull out a washed out card, white at the lower edges.

She forms little straight lines out of it and reaches down, holding one of her nostrils shut while the other inhales the cocaine. Once her body is erect again, she wipes away the residue on her nose and let's out a delighted sound.

"That's the good shit." She says.

"Can I try some?" You ask, sitting beside her and she smiles, preparing a line just for you.

"This is the best shit all over the city, I guarantee this will be the most delicious high of your life."

You copy her movements, feeling as Yelena's hand holds your hair up. She begins to plan kisses all over your neck while you snort the cocaine. Your nostril burns from the contact and a few tears form in your eyes.

You feel as Yelena's hand reaches for your breast, pinching the nipple gently while she continues her assault on your neck. You immediately feel as your pussy begin to drip all over the inside of your underwear.

She proceeds to move her hand down, entering through your pants. With her middle and ring finger, she begins to rub circles on your clit and dragging tiny, dainty moans out of you.

Spreading your legs for her, you reach for her face and pull her in for a kiss. You yelp quietly against her lips when you feel her two fingers entering you with care.

She moves them gently, adoring the teasing in the process but before you can get too into it, someone knocks on the door and you can't help but let out an annoyed grunt.

"We'll continue this later, ok?" She promises and you nod, feeling as your pussy clutches down on her fingers hoping that she wouldn't move them away. She places her digits in your mouth, giving you a taste of yourself in an attempt to keep you quiet.

"Ma'am, I... I accidently did it again." Floch says through the door.

"Floch." She begins, "You better fucking run because if I catch you, I will kill you."

His footsteps echo through the hall, getting further away with each step. Yelena removes her fingers from your mouth with a popping sound. "Fuck you are so hot!" She exclaims and you smile.

"Go find him." You say, fixing your hair and she nods.

"Floch, come out come out wherever you are." She screams, pulling a gun out of the couch and rushing out of the room.

You allow yourself to lay on the surface, silently laughing at the sound of a very angry Yelena and a very scared Floch rushing after one another.

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