#originally intended it to be smut but it became something else

[qwanderer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Vorkosigan Saga - Lois McMaster Bujold Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aral Vorkosigan/Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan Characters: Aral Vorkosigan, Cordelia Naismith Vorkosigan Additional Tags: Pillow Talk, Book: Shards of Honor Summary:

Lord Aral Vorkosigan woke up naked, tangled skin-to-skin with his new wife, and experienced the same kind of terrified awe he had when he’d determined that she wasn’t a drunken hallucination. The heavens had opened up and delivered to him everything he needed most in one delightful Cordelia-shaped package, and now he just had to figure out how to keep her.

[matrixbearer2024]

hey! 🤭 i'd like to request an 18+ vox x fem reader please

reader is super flirty and just keeps fucking with vox all day until he can't take it anymore and drags her back to his room

The Temptation Tango

Vox x fem!Reader

NSFW WARNING HERE! MINORS DNI!

A/N: I am both terrified and insanely happy that you requested something from me ahdjsbdjksbs- like I love reading the fics you put out so seeing you in my inbox almost had me yeeting my phone hahahahaha! I hope I did this one justice, not quite used to writing smut yet but I think this turned out okay? I think this could be considered my practice before I actually write the smut interlude I have planned for my series? It's also WAAAAAY LONGER THAN I HAD ORIGINALLY PLANNED- but more content I guess HAHAHAHAHA-

A/N: Anyways, I hope you readers enjoy what I wrote- and as always, happy reading!

The fact Vox could even focus at all on his work right now was no short of a miracle.

Especially when you've made it so difficult for him to think of anything else aside from you.

Since the morning, you've provoked and teased the man relentlessly.

Fleeting kisses, dirty whispers, even some discreet groping-

But you never let it escalate, playing this game of push and pull where the scales only threatened to tip over.

A teasing glance here and there, a provocative message when you knew he was looking at his phone-

You were dancing so close to the fire but not quite enough to get burned.

And Vox was almost at his wits end dealing with your teasing.

But when you came sauntering back into his office, the paper work he had currently been dealing with quickly became an afterthought.

After all, you were always on the forefront of his mind.

"Hey Vox, you busy~?"

You tone was honeyed, like an intoxicating drug that had him addicted.

The overlord you were dating had already gone through his fair share of lovers and relationships.

Still, none were quite like you.

At least not in the conventional sense.

Nobody had ever been able to have him locked in just like you have.

Hook, line and sinker this man fell for your charms.

And you didn't intend to let him go.

Vox put his pen down and looked up towards you, crossing his arms and leaning back against his chair.

"I was busy working, but it seems like you won't really let that be."

His gaze on you was no short of intense, causing a heated charge to almost trade between the two of you.

It was kind of expected when you had been absolutely toying with the man all day.

But that didn't mean you were willing to stop playing and give in.

You just smiled, walking up to his side and placing a kiss on the corner of his screen.

"Not really, just wanted to make sure you weren't overworking."

"Well, with you around it's like I can barely work at all my dear."

"You make it sound like I'm an unwelcome distraction."

"Not in the slightest, you're just twisting my words."

You quickly dodged when Vox tried to grab you, giggling when you heard him growl and his fans kick to life.

It was always the game you played, tempting and taunting your lover at multiple intervals in the day-

Never once allowing him to do anything but just return your kisses.

You tutted at his impatience, moving behind his chair while teasingly stroking the side of his screen.

His grip on the armrests of his chair were surely going to leave marks, not that you cared.

"Nope~! you're going to have to wait until tonight remember~?"

"At this rate, you're going to be in for one hell of a night sweetheart."

A shiver ran down your spine at Vox's low tone, whenever he said something like that you knew he meant it.

You swung around to face the overlord, your hands playing with his tie while you soaked up his lustful gaze.

That just made you all the more eager for later.

With a smirk on your face, you leaned down close enough to his screen that you were nearly kissing.

"I'm counting on it~"

You whispered in a sultry manner, exchanging a chaste kiss with your boo and again quickly exiting the room before he could actually do anything.

Vox was really overheating in his office chair, a hand raised to cover his face in an attempt to just calm down.

He really wouldn't be able to just go back to work like this.

The next time you decided to bother him was when he was in his monitor room, except-

He wasn't there?

Well, he was- you just didn't see him.

You looked up at some of the large screens curiously, ads, statistics, surveillance, there was just so much all around.

How Vox even began to manage everything was beyond you.

"Looking for me doll~?"

As soon as you spun around, his arms were on the desk at your sides, effectively caging you in place.

Your faces oh so temptingly close to each other.

Still, instead of being surprised-

You merely smiled and giggled.

"Yeah~ I was getting a little bored so I came to see you~"

"So you came to mess with me again? That's a little mean dollface~"

"Mhm, I don't think it is when you like it~"

A shiver ran down your spine when Vox growled, his hands moving to their rightful place on your hips.

His office and rooms were often set at frigid temperatures to stop anything from overheating, and still you could feel the warmth just emanating from your lover.

It was cute how worked up he got whenever you both had this push and pull.

Made things interesting, electrifying even.

All the more when he suddenly snatched your lips up in a kiss.

You softly moaned and threw your arms around the overlord's neck to pull him closer.

He was just so hot, so rough, so hungry for you-

It was almost greedy how much you loved and treasured his attention.

Both in the wholesome sense and this...

More addictingly carnal kind.

You gasped when one of his hands started not so gently groping your ass, indulging in any more of this would probably have your clothes torn and on the floor in seconds-

You knew how Vox worked, and how his claws were both a turn-on and a straight up atrocity when it came to your wardrobe.

Not that it mattered when he would eventually buy you the same thing he ruined anyway-

You broke away from the kiss to catch your breath, biting back a whine your lover started leaving kisses elsewhere all over you.

"Hun, we're not fucking in your office."

You gently moved Vox's face away from marking up your skin to actually look at you.

Taking note that his hands stopped their wandering and grabbing when you did.

He looked a little annoyed for being interrupted, but the flame of desire still ran rampant in his gaze.

Only just barely controlled.

"The room is soundproof and the door is locked, I don't care."

"I care. Either bedroom now or you wait until tonight."

It probably took less than a minute for Vox to fight himself on which was a bigger priority at the moment.

You getting a taste of your own medicine or his work.

Fuck it-

He didn't want to go to that meeting anyway.

You yelped when Vox suddenly picked you up from where you had been propped up against his desk.

Your arms instinctively looping around his neck again caused a smug grin to appear on his screen.

"Aww, clingy much? Don't worry dear, I won't drop you."

You just rolled your eyes at his comment, bracing yourself when Vox predictably zapped you both through some cameras to his designated floor in the tower.

His ability was... something to get used to, that's for sure.

Especially rematerializing, that was just a doozy.

But you didn't have time to continue fussing over about it when his lips were once again locked on yours.

If there was one thing you really couldn't fathom before you started dating-

It was how a man with a flatscreen TV for a face could be such a damn good kisser.

So much so that you'd always feel loopy or high after or during one of your make out sessions.

The overlord maneuvered you both to his bedroom with rehearsed ease, soon pinning you against the soft mattress.

You let out a whine when his hips pressed against yours, the tension was palpable but the friction was nowhere near enough.

Not to mention the heat between you two just continued to grow.

"Teasing me all day, pushing all my buttons, you've really been naughty haven't you doll~?"

His low tone only made the wet feeling between your legs more pronounced.

You squirmed against your lover in mock defiance, knowing that it would only add to his rampaging arousal at the moment.

Vox immediately swooped in to attack your lips once more, his tongue slipping into your mouth as his claws ran up and down your body.

So you should've expected it when you suddenly heard the slicing and tearing of fabric.

Not that you had any time to voice your surprise or displeasure when your mouth was totally preoccupied.

The overlord couldn't help but rut his hips against yours impatiently, the needy sounds you made only served to spur him on.

After a whole day not being able to do anything to you?

Oh he was going to cash that in now.

After a small while, Vox pulled back to marvel at his handiwork.

Your outfit was mostly torn at the crotch and the sides because of his clawing, your face flushed and lips swollen from the rough treatment.

Not to mention the messy state of your underwear.

The overlord merely chuckled, deftly untying his bow then undoing his belt.

One of his hands always remained on you however, groping and rubbing as if he couldn't get enough.

You softly moaned when you felt the tent in his boxers press against your most sensitive spot.

"S-stop teasing already!"

"Mhm~ don't you know dollface~? Patience is a virtue."

He grinned and peppered kisses up your shoulder and chest, using one hand to shove his boxers down and align himself with your entrance.

"Ah- Vox please!!"

"Please what my dear? Use your words~"

"Oh please- please fuck me!! I need you so bad~! Vox~!!"

Your tone caused something to snap in the man.

Because before you knew it, he'd torn your panties off and was thrusting into you with wild abandon.

Seems like even his self-control had finally run out.

You could only helplessly grab his shoulders and hold on for the ride, moaning and babbling incoherently as your lover went to town on you.

"NgGh, so tight a-zZzST -and good for me~"

The overlord wasn't actually in a much better state himself.

All the sensations and stimuli running through his systems were already bordering overload.

But you were both so engrossed into your lovely tryst that neither of you noticed the lights started flickering.

Your nails were digging into the fabric of his coat while your back arched towards him.

The sight of you like this was absolutely intoxicating, like a drug he didn't ever want to stop taking.

His name fell from your lips like a symphony, accompanied by your whines and moans from his rough treatment.

God you were amazing.

"Vox~! Mmph~! Vox I'm close~!! I- ah!"

He didn't relent his pace, instead angling his hips to repeatedly hit a place that he knew would make you see stars.

After all, you were already making him feel a little too good.

But he'd be damned if he finished before you would.

You gasped and cried out from the onslaught of pleasure, your mind clouded from it all as your lover continued his ministrations.

"That's it love~ that's it, go on~ come for me."

Just like that, the boiling knot in your gut had suddenly snapped.

Your vision going spotty as you screamed out his name, your inner walls suddenly clamping down as well at the crux of your climax.

The sudden spike of pleasure to his systems caused Vox's screen to glitch and buffer slightly before he abruptly finished inside you as well, his claws digging into the sheets by your hips hard enough that they've torn.

The overlord soon collapsed on top of you not long after, the two of you an entangled mess of limbs that were too spent to move.

You lazily wrapped your arms around his back, taking deep breaths to try and steady your racing heart.

Likewise, Vox gently just drew random patterns on your skin while his fans were whirring obnoxiously loud trying to cool his overheated systems.

"Hehehe~ if I'd known you'd do something like that, I would've started playing with you sooner."

"I wouldn't be against it, but you're biting off more than you can chew here love."

"Hm? I don't know about that. How about a round two then?"

You giggled when you saw the same mischievously competitive gleam in the overlord's eyes.

This had always been a fun little push and pull between you both, and it probably always will be.

"Oh my dear, you didn't even have to ask."

[wndaswife]

Stipulations of Affection

「 Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader 」

Tags: dark fic, smut, fluff, angst, abuse, some violence, manipulation, jealousy, possessiveness, humiliation, spanking, degradation, mommy kink, dom!wanda maximoff, sub!reader. MINORS DNI.

Word count: 5249

Summary: A day out together is cut short when you break one of your girlfriend's rules. Wanda punishes you for betraying her and you remind yourself that being loved by her is something to be grateful for.

Part One of 'Love and Loathing' | Series Masterlist

She was the kindest woman you’d ever known, always asking if you wanted to go home with her or cancel plans to stay in together. She was gentle in bed, her hands running against your skin so softly you’d often feel as if you were being touched by the feathers off an angel’s wings while she kissed every inch of your body in adoration and devotion. She made you food in the mornings after, begged you to stay for a few hours more but was more than understanding when you insisted that you had to leave.

You were able to call Wanda Maximoff your girlfriend, and proudly at that.

Your social life was comprised of only a handful of friends, and you weren’t as close with your family as what you presumed was typical for other people. But from what you told everyone even remotely close to you in your life over the phone, they loved Wanda. 

Oftentimes you wondered if your friends had been glad that you’d finally gotten a partner, for you began to spend less time with them afterwards.

Your parents hadn’t even asked you for a picture of her, hadn’t even had a single conversation with her over the phone, before telling you they thought she was perfect for you.

Had anyone cared that you were happy? 

Did any of your friends or family bat an eyelash when you shared with them your most hopeful feelings of your relationship, which were only to be responded to with dispassionate hurrahs? The moment you’d told them you met someone, you stopped being checked up on and invited to things.

It wasn’t unknown to you that you were a bit lesser than most; you never had even a week of popularity in all your four years of high school, no group of friends to have ever called your own much less belong in, nor a definite place in the world — no purpose to your life.

But to Wanda, you were everything. 

You were the days she spent in the sun, you were the nights she spent slumbering under pale moonlight, you were the thought of her every hour, every waking moment. 

Wanda’s love was pure; it was kind and gentle, it was a mother’s soft hum to a dozing infant. 

You were solely to blame for the descent her purity dissolved into. 

You must have been overbearing, asking too much of her, needing too much love. You’ve been called it once before — a relentless black hole, greedy and parasitic. 

Soon, Wanda’s adoration became obsessive. 

She took days off from work to monitor what you were doing, to ensure you had little time for anyone else. She asked that you move into her place and you did so gladly. She badgered you about any interaction you had that wasn’t with her. She outlined days you could speak with your friends and family and days that you couldn’t, which only grew increasingly scarce. 

‘Have you been seeing someone else?’ Wanda asked once when you came to visit her later than you’d originally intended. 

‘I know you are,’ she urged on though you had denied her initial accusation. ‘You smell different when you come home, and you act differently. What does she tell you about me? Does she tell you I’m not good enough for you? Does she fuck you better? Or is it a man? Are you getting your pussy fucked by someone else’s filthy cock behind my back?’

It was after that outburst that Wanda stopped allowing you to leave your own house without her. 

She proposed you move in with her less than a week later.

You found yourself glaring at your phone at times while Wanda had her arms wrapped around you on the couch, her nose buried in your hair as a movie played ahead. Neither your friends nor family knew of the limitations you had on your interactions with others, but you wished they messaged you, called you, wondered how you were doing.

Maybe you’d use it as a reason to scold Wanda for the way you were feeling, take it out on something, for you did not know why you felt the way you did even in the arms of your lover.

But Wanda always noticed the soft line that formed between your eyebrows, your downcast gaze, the conflicted tremble of your bottom lip. Wanda, who took your chin between her fingers and brought your face up to her lips so she could kiss you, your forehead, the tip of your nose, your cheeks that were occasionally damp with your tears.

When you opened your eyes to see her looking down at you with the adoration and love you’ve always known from her, you believed you’d never hope for a moment more that anyone would take you from the isolated world with her, even if only with a text message or call asking how you’ve been.

That was until the inevitable return of the realisation that neither your friends or family cared enough to check in on you, which came intermittently in the form of a pained chest and teary eyes.

But it would not be long after that Wanda’s lips found your skin again, ridding you of those thoughts that ached. ‘Do not fret, my angel,’ she would whisper as she wiped your eyes from their tears. ‘Soon you will find that I am all you need. Let me be for you as you are to me — everything.’

You were sitting on a large stuffed toy Wanda bought for you this past Valentine’s Day, facing away from her as she did your hair while sitting on the edge of the living room couch behind you. With a plush dog in your hands, your fingers fiddling with its soft floppy ears, you sat patiently as you waited for her to finish. 

She tried her best to be gentle with you, making an effort in combing her fingers through your hair gently and avoiding scratching at your scalp by accident.

“Almost finished, baby. Stay still,” Wanda said. Her voice was quiet, distracted, as she focused on braiding the final ends of your hair.  You nodded without thinking and she placed a hand on your cheek, angling your face upwards and keeping you still again.

The next few minutes passed as you excitedly awaited your new hair. You restrained the urge to bounce around and settled instead for squeezing the paws of your stuffed toy. 

Hands were placed on your shoulders and Wanda squeezed them softly. She leaned down to kiss the back of your neck. 

“Alright,” she muttered against your skin. “I’m done. You look so pretty, malyshka.”

Happily, you jumped up from the floor and padded over to the mirror hanging beside the front door. You swung left and right, looking at the two braids hanging down your shoulders.

“Mama, I love it!” you exclaimed and spun around, fists knocking against your thighs excitedly as you vibrated on the spot, fuelled with elation.

Wanda stood from the couch and approached you with a smile. “You really do?” she inquired and lifted her hands to your braids. She positioned her palms underneath so she could lift them from your shoulders about an inch, surveying her work.

You nodded happily, looking up at her with a wide grin. The soft dimples that formed on either side of your toothy smile made Wanda melt. She wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you against her chest. 

While you cuddled against her, hugging her tight around her waist, Wanda fiddled with your braids with her fingers, a habit of perfectionism making her readjust every slightly uneven loop and detail. 

You were too busy rubbing your cheek against Wanda’s chest and squeezing her in your arms to notice her correcting her work.

“How about we go out today, lyubov?” Wanda suggested, ceasing her nitpicking and running a warm hand up and down the back of your neck, petting you. “I’ll take you shopping; buy you anything you want. You’ve been such a good girl.”

With your pretty new hair and outfit picked out just for you, you bounced excitedly in your seat all the way to the mall parking lot where you instead began blabbering about all the things you wanted to buy.

You hadn’t yet been to this mall. It was new and it was an outlet mall, where all the stores were outside and so were some of the dessert stands.

When Wanda saw you eyeing a red booth that sold pastries loaded with toffee pieces, vanilla cream syrup, and bits of chocolate on top, she reminded you that you had to eat your lunch before she’d let you have any sweets.

It would be the perfect day.

Mommy made you hold her hand as you crossed the road through the parking lot. You looked at her with a happy smile, watching the stiffness of her upper lip and the furrowing of her eyebrows, and the way her eyes darted left and right before the two of you crossed.

When you reached the mall’s entrance, she caught you smiling at her. Her frigid expression softened as she looked at you. She placed a gentle hand against the side of your head and pulled you against her shoulder so she could kiss your forehead.

The day at the mall started with lunch as Wanda never failed to reiterate that growing girls needed food to be healthy. She bought you chicken nuggets and lentil soup, which she blew at carefully with every spoonful before lifting it to your mouth.

Wanda was picky about you eating hot foods. She insisted she feed them to you so you wouldn’t burn yourself, and you had no issue with sitting like an obedient girl, kicking your feet up under the table while mommy did everything for you. 

You ate your nuggets on your own, however, while Wanda started eating her own lunch after you had enough of your soup.

For dessert, she bought you a cup of gelato from one of the places in the food court. You ended up picking a flavour she thought was too sweet, but she did take a few bites here and there. You were so happy to be leaning against her, sitting outside under the warm summer sun while sharing dessert. 

She twirled one of your braids around her finger absentmindedly as you happily rambled on, jumping from one topic to another while Wanda nodded, smiling at you and making you feel heard. 

You couldn’t imagine a world where you needed anything else.

“Are you ready, sweet girl?” Wanda asked after throwing your empty cup out. She extended a hand to you and you took it. She lifted you up and wrapped an arm around your hips, a warm kiss coming to your cheek and making you giggle.

But you wouldn’t complain if, one day, you and Wanda were more than this.

The thought made you blush and you hid your flushed cheeks against Wanda’s upper arm as she walked the two of you to the first store.

Just over forty minutes of shopping with Wanda passed, trying on pretty outfits she picked out for you, filling bags upon bags with new stuffies and clothes and sweets, all purchased with her money. 

As the two of you were heading to the dessert stand you were eyeing in the parking lot earlier, shopping bags in both of your hands, Wanda got a call. She read the contact name and received a text from her coworker. 

The message must’ve indicated that the work call was urgent, for Wanda walked you over to a seating area and set the bags down. She told you to wait for her and that she wouldn’t be long. She left you with a kiss to the top of your head and you guarded your new gifts like a territorial puppy as Wanda found a quieter place to take the call around a corner by the mall’s entrance.

He approached you from behind, hence you hadn’t seen him walk up to your side until he lowered a hand a few inches away from your face and waved.

You jumped slightly in your seat at the sudden intrusion in your line of sight, your arms tightening around the bags of gifts in your lap and on the table you sat at. Your eyes trailed up the arm of the waving hand to see a man looking down at you.

He was young, perhaps in his mid-twenties. He had dirty blonde hair and a charming smile that showed off unnaturally pearl-white teeth.

“Hi there,” he greeted. “Whatcha got?”

Your cheeks filled with air as you restrained a pout. ‘You’re not getting any of my gifts. I got them because I was a good girl,’ you wanted to say.

“Gifts,” you said instead, looking down at the shopping bags shyly as the man continued to look at you.

He answered in a nonchalant way, “Is that so?” 

A hand reached down once more and parted open a shopping bag. Without a moment’s notice, he stuck his hand into the bag and pulled out a small stuffed rabbit. 

Your face flushed in humiliation as you became torn between taking it out of his hand and leaving everything behind to run over to where you knew Wanda was and crying into her chest. 

The young man only surveyed the stuffed toy, turning it around in his hand before placing it back in its bag. “Cute,” he chuckled. “You buy this stuff all on your own, bunny?”

Chills ran up your spine at the pet name and you wanted to hide away forever. You began envisioning the soft blankets in mama’s bed and your playroom decorated in all your soft toys and dolls. 

“No,” you muttered, looking away from the man and at the ground. 

“Are you waiting for someone?”

Wanda told you that strangers were dangerous. You knew she didn’t like when you spoke to other people without her, but what were you to do? He’d keep pestering you even if you chose to ignore him, and you didn’t know what you’d do without Wanda if he became persistent. 

You nodded hesitantly, your eyes still downcasted to your shoes. 

Then one of your braids was being lifted from your shoulder and you looked up to see the man playing with your hair, now suddenly standing inches closer to you. 

A hand jutted across your face and took hold of the man’s wrist so harshly that it cracked with the pressure it was being squeezed at. 

“Hands off,” Wanda hissed, leaning over the table and glaring daggers through the man’s skull. He attempted to tear his hand out of her grip but he wasn’t going to free himself unless Wanda let him.

“What the fuck?” he snapped, keeping his voice low so as to not cause a scene that he must’ve known he initiated. “Let go of me.”

But Wanda was relentless.

“What were you doing?” she asked, her knuckles whitening as her grip around his wrist tightened. 

Would she break it?

What would happen then?

You tugged on the sleeve of Wanda’s shirt hesitantly. “Mama…” you whispered, trying to get her attention.

To your surprise, her fury was sidelined momentarily and she looked down at you. She saw the pleads in your eyes as you begged for her to let him go. 

After a few moments of consideration, Wanda let the man go and without a word, began picking up the shopping bags. You watched the man scurry away and into the food court in attempts to leave the embarrassing scene behind him and forget about it entirely. 

You hastily picked up the rest of the bags and trailed behind Wanda, who began walking towards the exit without uttering a word to you, the dessert stand now long-forgotten.

You placed the bags into the back seats while you looked at Wanda across the roof of the car for some implication into what she was thinking written on her face. Your attempts were fruitless. You got into the passenger's seat and Wanda into the driver’s seat. She started the car and pulled it out of the parking lot. 

A pit dug itself in your stomach and you sunk into your seat, your seatbelt scraping against your neck uncomfortably.

You debated whether or not you should say something, anything to break the painful silence between the both of you. Before you could make a decision, the deep dread-filled pit in your stomach yawned open, forcing you to part your lips and say something that was as useless as it sounded.

“Are you mad at me?” you asked quietly, looking over at Wanda with a ducked head. She didn’t answer and you refrained from saying anything else for the rest of the ride. 

Immense amounts of guilt fell onto your shoulders as you sat in that silent car with Wanda. It had been a perfect day, and you had to ruin it by being such a pushover. She had been so loving and generous to you all day and this was how you repaid her.

When her car pulled into the driveway, you followed her every action silently and without protest. She left the shopping bags in the backseat and you didn’t give them even a onceover before trailing behind her and following her up to the house’s front door. She stepped into the house first and you after.

You wrung your hands together in front of your stomach as Wanda turned to close the door. Something about the cool air of the house and the domesticity of the living room the two of you had just left nearly two hours ago made you overwhelmingly apologetic again.

You turned around to face Wanda, your lips parted and ready to plead for her forgiveness until the evening. But instead, a palm met your face harshly, a sharp slap echoing through the otherwise silent front foyer as Wanda struck you.

“You stupid slut,” she snapped, her collected exterior melting into something furious with the fiery heat of her temper, now too far lost. “I should’ve known better than to tart you up like a fucking prostitute.”

Tears began to form in your eyes and you brought your hands to your face, ashamed for feeling so upset when a part of you knew what had happened was your fault.

“I saw how you were trying to put out for him,” she said as she rounded your body. You willed yourself to still your trembling shoulders as her front pressed against your back. “Did you call him over?”

“No, mama-”

Her hand jutted up to your throat and she tightened her fingers around your neck. “Don’t lie to me,” she growled from beyond clenched teeth. She spun you and walked you backwards until your back made contact with the front door. 

She leaned forward so her lips ghosted against your own. Her breath quivered and her eyes darted up from your lips to your eyes. You saw a flicker of desperation in her glare. “You’re mine, Y/N,” she said. She stepped forward so her hips pressed against yours. “You’re mine, don’t you understand? I own you.”

Her fingernails ran down the side of your neck as she squeezed her hand around your throat.

You winced and made your greatest attempt to pay attention to her words while your breath escaped you at a rapid rate.

“You want to leave me for him?” Wanda asked. “Fine. But you won’t survive a day without me. You can’t do anything on your own, you incapable whore. Not even with his help. No one but mommy knows how to take care of you.”

Your gradually-forming tears from earlier finally fell and you turned your head, ashamed.

Wanda whispered, “Now, don’t pull that face with me.” She stroked your stinging cheek with the back of her fingers. “If only you hadn’t been out there like you were selling your body for a sloppy fuck on the streets like anyone else could want you but me. No one wants to fuck a used little girl.”

“I’m sorry, mommy,” you managed to say.

“Go upstairs,” Wanda said simply, pulling you off of the door and letting you go. “Be ready for me.”

Regrettably and with every bone in your body telling you to run back around and cry into Wanda’s chest and beg for her to forgive you, to convince her that you loved her and her only, you heeded her instructions and headed upstairs, sniffling.

Once you were in your room, you undressed until you were only in your bra and panties. You folded your clothes neatly on top of your pink cage and sat at the edge of your bed. You tied a silk red blindfold around your head and masked your eyes.

Anxiously, you sat with a straight back, one hand on top of your thigh and the other playing with your braid. Your fingertips ran down the loops of your hair, reminding yourself that mama had spent those long minutes on your hair because she loved you. 

She was just angry — that didn’t mean she didn’t love you anymore. But your tears soaked your blindfold anyways, and you found yourself having difficulty believing that you hadn’t just disappointed Wanda to the point where she no longer had any affection for you.

After what felt like hours sitting in your room alone, sniffling quietly as you cried, the door opened and Wanda entered the room. You tried your best to silence your sniffles and pay close attention to the soft shuffling around the room to see where Wanda was without your eyes.

When you were sure she was in front of you, one of your braids was lifted from its respective shoulder. 

Hope fluttered in your chest, for you’d give anything for Wanda to just play with your hair like she did earlier this afternoon, hugging you to her chest and telling you how pretty you looked.

Then, a strange tug at your hair and a sharp noise reached your ears. You pulled away slightly when the noise’s proximity sent uncomfortable chills up the back of your neck.

A lightweight mass fell into your lap and you moved your hand to feel what it was. Your fingers ran down gentle strands and familiar loops and curves. When the pads of your fingers made contact with the ragged flimsy edge of the strange object, you retracted your hand and gasped.

You felt an asymmetry against your shoulders; a weight that had once been there no longer was. Your breathing quickened and with trembling fingers, raised your hand to your braid.

When your fingers curled and wrapped around nothing, darting around frantically for a moment and finding the ends of your hair ending reasonably higher than it previously had been, a weight dropped in your stomach.

Wanda was cutting your hair with a pair of scissors.

You pulled away from her when it was too late and your second braid had already fallen into your lap with the other one.

“You think you look pretty when you’re showing yourself off to everyone?” Wanda inquired rhetorically, her tone heavy with sadistic gaiety. “You don’t. You look like a slut. Good little girls do not behave that way.”

“Stop, mama, please!” you begged as she continued to cut your hair, evening out the edges and styling it as required for the length it was at. But she ignored your pleas until she finished cutting your hair exactly how she wanted, regardless of the way you continued to cry and beg for her mercy.

Eventually, it came to an end.

“I know you fantasize about having someone else fuck you. I know you want someone other than me,” Wanda said suddenly. “Say it and I’ll forgive you — say you don’t want me anymore. Say you’ve grown bored of mommy.”

You shook your head stubbornly. “No!” you argued. “I won’t say it, I won’t!”

A hand wrapped around the back of your neck and you were pulled up from the bed. Your legs tried to catch up with the speed at which you were being dragged forward and you feared for a moment you’d only further anger Wanda if you tripped while she pulled you.

Now at the other side of the room, she took a seat on her armchair. It was mommy’s reserved seat, it was where she sat when she read to you, it was where she sat watching you get dressed. But mommy never sat there when you played with your toys, because she was always sitting down on the carpet playing with you.

She pulled you over her lap, her knees making contact with your stomach in a way that nearly knocked the breath out of you. She pulled your panties down and you whimpered, feeling all the more helpless as you couldn’t see anything past the blinding red of the blindfold.

Wanda reached back to the small table behind the armchair and took out your hairbrush, a wooden one with a flat back. With her other hand, she pulled your blindfold off and then yanked your panties down.

Now finally free of your optical confine, you looked back at Wanda with reddened teary eyes. When you saw the wooden brush in her hand, your eyes widened and you panicked, instinctively trying to move off of her lap.

Then Wanda delivered your first spank against your bare ass with the brush, the pain and shock from the impact holding you in place.

“I know I said I wouldn’t use this again — not after last time,” she recalled, tracing the tip of the brush down your stinging flesh. “But you’ve been so bad, doll. Should you break your promises, must I be relied on to keep mine?”

Another spank.

You whimpered and wrapped a hand around Wanda’s ankle, your free hand tightening around the plush carpet you were hanging over. You bit back your cries, for you knew it was your punishment to take, your fault to atone for.

“You will thank me for every time I hit you,” Wanda instructed. When you didn’t respond, your teeth still biting down on your tongue, she reached down and took a fistful of your hair. She pulled your head up so she could look you in the eye. “Do I make myself clear, Y/N?”

You nodded obediently and Wanda threw your head back down.

She didn’t tell you how many spanks you’d get. 

You supposed it was part of the punishment.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you slurred out after every impact against your ass.

Wanda was sure to lay out her spanks, some landing against the back of your thighs and some dangerously close to your pussy. She went on for nearly forty minutes, until your ass was speckled with deep purple and dark reds that looked awfully close to the shade of blood.

There was a bitter taste of copper in your mouth and your tears had soaked your face and trickled down your nose. The salt of your tears slipped past your lips and stung your tongue that was now cut and sore from the way you’d been biting down on it. 

Mommy hadn’t said very much during your punishment save calling you a few names and telling you to stay still while she spanked you. You couldn’t see her face. With the way you were bent over her lap, your neck was sore from the way it had been hanging, and you expected that if you had turned around to look at her, you’d see the expression of disappointment and resent that you were terrified of seeing from her.

You’d seen it countless times before, from friends and family and people who you thought could love you. But you feared seeing it from Wanda, because if she was disappointed in you, if she resented you, that meant that everything everyone called you must’ve been true; you must truly be an insatiable parasitic black hole devoid of affection it’ll never receive though it may try its hardest to.

So you averted your eyes from Wanda when she punished you, afraid of what her face might say, what it might affirm.

Her voice, now maternal and sincere, broke the silence in the room. Her hand ran down your  swollen ass. “Tell me the truth,” she whispered. “Are you truly bored here, Y/N?”

“Then what if I am?” you bit back suddenly, unsure from where your hostility derived. “Would it be so bad to hope for someone who really loves me?” 

Wanda didn’t speak for what felt like quite a while after that. Even her hand had stopped moving and the wooden brush laid in her seat against her thigh.

“I really love you, puppy,” she finally said. “Don’t say that again.”

Without thinking and now solely fuelled by finally being able to speak, you countered, “Doesn’t feel like it.”

“Who would be better for you?” she questioned. “Tell me who better to love you but me.”

“You don’t love me.”

“I do.”

“You don’t.”

Wanda insisted, “This is love.”

Now a whirlwind of emotions, you felt yourself weighed down. You’ve always wanted to be loved. Was this truly what it felt like? Had you always been what everyone said you were all along? Was this the only way you’d ever be loved, was this what you amounted to, was this what you deserved? You were in no place to pick and choose, you knew that much.

She stared at the back of your head for a long while, becoming gradually unsettled by the time it took you to respond to her saying she loved you. 

Wanda inhaled sharply and the way her breath trembled was lost on you. She moved you off of her lap gently and let you sit back down on the carpet. She didn’t force you to turn to look at her nor did she pull you towards your bed or your cage.

She walked over to your nightstand and took the pair of scissors she used to cut your hair.

You watched her as she moved around your room, afraid to make eye contact with her should you have looked up at her instead of at her legs.

For a moment she froze by the door of your room, perhaps contemplating whether to say something to you or deliver one last slap across your face, you couldn’t tell as you evaded looking at her expression.

Instead, she left without a word, closing the door behind her carefully.

You listened to her soft footsteps trail downstairs.

Then when she reached the first floor, you slumped down onto the carpet, staring at the unmoving wisps of soft pink fabric that framed your face as you laid your head down.

You closed your eyes. You had cried yourself until you were fatigued, and your heart raced too quickly to allow you to fall asleep. 

With your ear pressed against the floor, you listened to Wanda move around in the kitchen, likely preparing dinner. So you laid there, still and quiet with your eyes closed, letting the comfort of hearing Wanda downstairs overtake you in an embrace that you wished she had given you before she left your room.

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Oh Cristina, #13 did THINGS to me when I read it. Your choice of who you'd like it to be, but if you're taking requests then yes please ;)

LJ, my love!! I hope I did your prompt justice. Thank you so so so so much for submitting one and I really hope you enjoy this.

Javier Pena x F! Agent reader.

Summary: A stupid moment causes a world of hurt and you spend the next few months in an uncomfortable situation with one of your partners; but a fateful evening could change it all.

Warnings: Angst, smut, and Javi being an asshole. P in V sex, Oral (F receiving), Fingering and unprotected sex, creampie? Dirty talk.

PROMPT: 13. "i’d hold onto something if i were you".

Word count: 3.5 words (im so sorry this one got a bit away from me i didn't intend for it to be this long.)

A/n thank you to @psychedelic-ink for reading for me. And thank you to my lovely LJ for the prompt.

The news that you’d be stuck alone on a stakeout with Javier Pena that very evening made you groan loudly, pissed off and nervous about the idea of spending god knows how long with a man who despised you and without having Murphy there to keep the peace made your tummy churn.

It wasn’t always this tough with Javier Pena, but after you’d giggled a little too loudly at a joke from Steve Murphy about Javiers’ preference for a certain brothel – incidentally the same brothel you’d be staking out at - he’d held it against you ever since. You’d tried to break the ice a few times, but he’d just walked away or glared back at you; so, you’d just stopped trying.

No more friendly good mornings, banter or offering to grab him a cup of coffee at the cart – you’d gotten to the point where the only conversation you’d have with him would be about work and even then, he’d grind his teeth so loudly it was clear that he’d rather hear it from anyone else.

So, you sat at your desk and waited to hear the inevitable groaning and angry muttering from your partner about being stuck with you and just like clockwork he came into your shared office, spitting some incoherent bullshit and cursing Steve under his breath for being out with the stomach flu.

Pena had been given some intel from one of his girls a few days previous that Quica would be visiting the brothel a few days later to see Vanessa and the original stakeout plan didn’t involve you at all. Steve and Javier had been planning it meticulously for the last few days whilst you were busy working through the mountains of paperwork that your team had been neglecting.

You sat in silence for most of the morning, burying yourself in the last few piles of paperwork stacked up on your desk before he finally spoke; every word drenched in venom as his utter distain for you became more and more glaring.

“You’re only there because they’re making you be there – I’d rather do it alone. You don’t need to talk, you don’t need to do anyth-“

“I am just as capable as you Pena, and if any situation arises that would require my talking or me taking any action at all – I won’t be waiting on your permission.” You quip back cutting him off.

“Never said anything about your capability… but I care... I care about those girls and if anything happens to any of them; it’s on me. You follow my lead.”

Despite the harshness of his tone, you’re taken back by his words and the obvious truth in them.

“You’re in charge, Pena” you say raising your hands in front of you, “But don’t expect me not to do my job.”

You watch him nod his head a few times before loudly scoffing and shooting out of the door, leaving you in peace and with a feeling of dread bubbling up inside of you.

The stakeout.

He’d banged on your door a few times before disappearing out to his jeep, you lived in the apartment directly next to Javiers and he’d informed you earlier that day that he’d be driving and for you to be ready by 7pm. You were just slipping on your jacket as he banged the door, and the noise sent a shiver through your spine. You’d spent the last hour convincing yourself that maybe tonight would be the night that he’d let it go and you could go back to the banter and the messing around that you’d secretly really missed.

You missed the way he’d carefully push his aviators over the bridge of your nose when you were being blinded by the sun, you missed the way he called you hermosa and the way he’d perch himself on the edge of your desk and mindlessly chat shit with you just to piss off Murphy.

He was already sitting in his car when you’d bounced out of the building, he cursed under his breath at the way it made him feel. He’d hated that in the past three months of pushing you away and keeping you at arm’s length had done nothing to relax his feelings for you. He would never admit it out loud, but it had burned him more than he’d care to admit to anyone even himself, when you giggled at the stupid joke Steve had made. He’d never felt judged by you until that moment – you’d always ignored the comments about his preferences and never once said anything to him about who he chose to spend his evenings with, and he’d really appreciated that about you. You’d never said anything to him the morning after you’d arrived home late from the office, and he was in the middle of paying a cab driver to take one of the girls he’d requested to swing by his apartment home. You simply said hello to both of them and went on your way, it was obvious who she was and what she had been there for.

He'd been seeing his favourites on a more frequent basis after you’d joined the team, wanting to push away any feelings or urges he felt towards you, and it wasn’t working. He’d gotten comfortable with you – looking forward to making you smile or finding reasons to gently press his hand on the bottom of your back when he passed and hoping the sun would hit you in the face just enough for him to be able to use one hand until your chin to tip your face up to his, whilst the other hand gently pushed his beloved sunglasses onto your delicate face.

And then you laughed that fateful day, and it felt like a punch to the gut. It felt like you were laughing directly in his face, and he fucking hated how affected by it he was.

You approached his jeep slowly and with tentative steps and it made his stomach drop, he wanted to greet you with the certain smile that was reserved just for you, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Instead, he just raised an eyebrow and turned to look straight ahead.

“Good evening, Javi” you murmured as you climbed into his truck. It had been months since you’d sat in this very seat, and you cursed yourself for feeling sad about how much you’d missed it. He said nothing as you clipped your seatbelt in and just sped off towards the brothel.

“I phoned Steve and he filled me in on the plan” you say as you study his face, appreciating the curve of his nose that you love so much and the messy little hairs that stick out on his mustache, “Happy to follow your lead, it’s uh- it’s a great plan.”

He says nothing but a few short nods of his head confirm that he was listening. Before you know it, you’re pulling into the street where you’ll potentially be for the remainder of the evening and into the early hours of the night.

The house is pretty unsuspecting, and any walking past would likely have no clue what goes on behind those doors. He pulls up a few hundred yards from the house, far enough away for no one to see you two keeping on eye but close enough to see anyone and anything that would emerge or enter the front door.

The silence is deafening, you’d been sat for hours, and no-one had entered or left the house. You found yourself focusing on Javier and the way his fingers kept digging into his jean clad thighs, the way he muttered something quietly under his breath and how every time a car approached, he’d prepare himself to swing into action just in case it was Quica finally arriving.

After four hours the only movement from the house was an unidentified man arriving, going in and leaving less than 25 minutes later looking a lot happier than he did when he arrived.

 It was only around midnight that the door suddenly swung open and one of the girls came out and looked around that you thought something was going to happen. She looked up and down and after a few moments Javi flashed his lights to grab her attention and she started to run towards the car.

“Vanessa!” he called as she approached the window “¿estas bien?”

“Lo Siento, Javi. El no viene.” You watch as she reaches out and strokes his arm a few times before whispering something you didn’t catch in his ear; he smiles at her and you can’t help but feel a twang of jealousy that he so easily gave her something he’s kept from you for so long. She doesn’t acknowledge you, but you didn’t expect her to anyway, and eventually she pulls herself away and runs back towards the house.

You hate how jealous you feel, the ugliness bubbling up in the pit of your stomach as he doesn’t take his eyes off of her once until she’s back inside and the door is shut behind her. You need to get away. The tension, the urge to admit something you’ve kept from everyone and for a long time even yourself threatening to reveal itself and you reach down and unbuckle your seatbelt.

“What are you doing?” he demands, and you jump at the unexpected sound of his voice.

“I’m not blind, Javier, and she said he isn’t coming. So, go. Go make something of this night, I’m more than capable of getting myself home.” Unsteady breaths coat each word, and you curse yourself for being unable to keep yourself from remaining collected.

“Put your fucking seatbelt back on” he scoffs before switching on the engine and speeding back off towards your apartment building.

“What is your fucking problem?” the words escape your mouth before you have time to register yourself saying them.

“You.” He quips back before letting out a low growl, “You. You’re my fucking problem. I didn’t need you here tonight, but fucking Steve… Just keep your mouth shut and stop breathing so fucking loudly.”

“Go fuck yourself, Javier.”

You’re not expecting his response, but it makes your blood boil. He says nothing, he just laughs. He laughs at you.

“Is that what you’re going to do, baby? Get home and then climb into bed all alone and fuck yourself with that little vibrator that keeps me up at night?”

You feel yourself go bright red, every part of you blushing pink as he continues to laugh.

“Wh-what are…” you attempt to stumble out a sentence, but words refuse to come to you.

“Oh, don’t be shy, baby” he growls out, “You can shame me for whatever I choose to do but god forbid I mention any of your choices.”

“I have never shamed you for who you choose to sleep with, Javier, I just fucking offered to walk home in the middle of the night so you could go see a woman who clearly likes you. I don’t give a fuck if you pay her for it or not.” You all but shout back at him.

“You’ve never shamed me? Fuck you. You fucking laughed at me. You fucking laughed in my face.”

“No, I didn’t. I laughed at a stupid fucking joke that Murphy made, and I only laughed because it was so fucking obvious that it was because HE was jealous. And I’ve tried multiple times to talk to you about it and you’ve been a fucking asshole every time.”

“No… you were laughing at me? For see-”

“No, I was laughing at Steve. It had been months since Connie had fucked off back to the states and he was too much of a bitch to go out and seek a woman in a bar and was clearly fucking jealous that all of those women hope that you’re going to pick them, and he doesn’t have the balls to even try.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah. You’ve treated me like fucking crap for months and all because you’re too pig-headed to listen to someone when they’re trying to speak to you. Fuck it. I fucking miss you. I miss my friend, but I’ve had to face that fact I don’t think you were ever my friend. So, fucking willing to throw everything what was special to me because of a stupid giggle. And now you fucking use the fact I’m clearly lonely as a weapon? Honestly, fuck you, Javi.”

It isn’t until you finish your rant that it registers to you that he’d already pulled up outside your apartment building and you throw the car door open and make a beeline for the door. Embarrassment springing up in the form of acid rain, falling freely down your cheeks as he calls your name out from somewhere behind you.

You stumble into the building, letting the door slam behind you as you run towards your door – not wanting him to see you sobbing over something you can’t be sure was important to him in the first place. But before you can slam your apartment door, he’s pressing up behind you and pushing himself inside.

“Javi, I need to sleep” you croak out as you refuse to turn to face him.

“You need to listen. I need to listen. We can’t go on like this.” He says barely above a whisper.

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, well it matters to me.” He grits out.

“Why? Why now? You’ve had no prob”

“Will you stop? Stop telling me how I feel. Or what is or isn’t important to me? It fucking killed me when you laughed. When I thought you were laughing at me. For fucking months, I’ve been unable to look you in the eye or to fucking talk to you without it replaying in my head.”

“Well, if you’d have let me talk to you, you’d have known.” You yell at him, spinning around and facing him without a care that you’re still sobbing.

He takes a large breath in, and his eyes drop down over your face, before taking a step forward and reaching out his hand to wipe away a tear.

“I’m sorry.”

You’re not sure who made the first move, you’re not sure how quickly it happened but all you know is his mouth is slanted against yours and one hand is gripping onto the bottom of your chin whilst the other is wrapped around your lower back.

The way he kisses is like a dream, his plush lips pressed against yours as his tongue eagerly licks through your mouth; soft moans escaping into his as he presses himself against you.

“Do you want this?” he murmurs against your mouth, and you nod furiously before pulling him back in for another kiss.

You pull at the buttons on your blouse and shrug it off onto the floor, before working on your pencil skirt; his hand helping you shove it down your thighs until it drops to the ground. You immediately start working on removing his clothes as his lips fuse themselves tighter to your own.

His hands work their ways up and down your body as he grips onto and squeeze any and every part of you, and he groans as you temporarily remove them from yourself to remove his leather jacket and shirt.

“Can’t fuck me if you’re fully dressed” you murmur into his lips.

“Wanna bet? You only needed to undress one part of me.” He says and you can feel his smirk against you, “How do you want this?”

“We have three months of being frustrated with each other to erase. How do you think I fucking want it?”

“Yeah?  Well, then I’d hold onto something if I were you.” He says as he swings you around and walks you towards your couch. Bending you over the back of it and then dropping to his knees. He spreads your legs apart and rubs his palms up and down your thighs; “I’ve been fucking aching to find out how you taste” he growls before burying his face in your pussy. His nose notching against your entrance as he licks and sucks on your clit. The noises he makes into your core are sinful as you desperately moan and chant his name, you knew he’d be fucking good… but you had no idea he’d be this good.

He coaxes your first orgasm out of you within minutes, taking the time to lap up every last drop of your arousal as you keen in front of him.

“Good girl” he praises as he pulls himself back up on his feet, kicking your legs apart a little further before tracing a finger up and down your slit, “Going to need to stretch you open, before I give you my cock, baby.” A loud whimper escapes through your lips as he presses a thick finger into you, finding that sweet spot immediately. “Oh, there it is” he says with a cocky grin that you can’t see, but damn you can hear it.

He moves his finger in and out, increasing the pace each time before adding a second. You feel yourself clamp down around his digits as your second orgasm threatens to erupt. “Oh fuck, so fucking tight” he grits out from behind his teeth, “You want another?”

The yes you manage to croak out is small, but he wastes no time, adding a third and stretching you a little more before you cum hard and loud on his hand.

“Javi” you breathe out, “Please.”

“Please, what? What baby? What do you want? Use your words” he teases in your ear.

“I want your cock” you plead, “Please. I need you to fill me.”

“Yeah? Need me to fill you with my cock and fuck this pussy full of my cum?”

“Yes, oh god, yes, please.” You beg as you feel yourself clench around nothing at the sound of his zipper being pulled down as he frees his achingly hard cock and drags it through your folds.

“Hold on tight, baby” he manages to growl out before pressing the tip of him into you. The stretch is delicious, barely an inch inside and your pussy is already clamping around on him, “Relax, sweet girl” he murmurs as he pushes himself in further and further; loving the sweet noises that you make in response to him.

“You’re so fucking thick” you choke out as he fills you more and more with each thrust, “God you feel so good.”

The moment he’s fully nestled inside of you, he takes a minute to let you adjust, waiting until you inevitably start to beg him to move, and you don’t disappoint. A smirk spreading across his face as he realises that he finally has you in the place he’s fucked his own fist thinking about many times.

“Javier, move, please… Please” you plead as his hands find their way to your hips, anchoring you in place and keeping a tight grip as he rolls his hips back before slamming them forward and until you’re screaming and moaning his name. The sounds of your moans and his groans are only out shadowed by the sound of skin slapping against skin. His pace is relentless, delicious and desperate. A thick finger presses down on your clit before he demands you to cum, rubbing perfect circles against your bundle of nerves and just as he demands; you cum. Soaking his cock with your arousal, and feeling heat rise into your cheeks as you feel it drip down your thighs, “Good, good fucking girl” he growls as his picks up his pace, dragging his cock against that spot with every calculated thrust, revelling in the way you pussy sucks him back in and clenches around him so tightly. “One more” he says before sinking his teeth into the soft skin of your neck, “One more and I’ll fill this pussy up so deep and drag you into your bedroom and do it over and over, until you can’t take it anymore.”

His words alone are almost enough and the filthy groan that he unleashes as you clench down so tightly around him makes you flush. Two fingers find your overstimulated clit and he rubs perfect and precise circles over and over whilst slamming his cock in and out of you until you fall apart for the third time, this time whimpering his name in a desperate chant as he gently praises and assures you, “I know, baby, I know… you’re doing so fucking good for me, hermosa.” And the unexpected return of the affectionate pet-name makes you keen beneath him. His pace picks up yet again, but his thrusts become sloppier and sloppier, each one reaching deeper before he spills inside of you. His cum coating your walls with each thrust until he’s entirely spent and leaning over you.

His cock softening in your core as he places gentle kisses all over you neck and across your shoulders.

That night he keeps his word, taking you to your bed and making you his over and over. He keeps his word again and again and again for every night for the next week after; and with each visit and each lingering look he gives you at work – you make a silent promise to each other to continue making each other your own.

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THE FIVE DAYS OF SMUTMAS QUEUE: DAY ONE

Bad Decembers - Adam Stanheight x gn! reader

OKAY!! I would not be me if I did not find a way to worm my love for the holiday season into my love for writing, so that's what the fics coming out in this queue are going to be—not all of them will be the pinnacle of the christmas season but all of them will at least be set in december and mentions of the holidays will probably worm their way into several, but the guarantees I can make are that the fics will either be close to or more than 1k words, and that there will, at a minimum, be snowy weather in the fics because we have gotten snow maybe twice where I am and I can't resist.

This one stems from a thought that I had on the sixteenth where I was like "okay angry and aggressive sex with adam, talk it out, then make up sex for round two yay" but it did change a little bit as things do when they start as ideas but get turned into fics! It's not that different from the original concept—the idea is the same it's just that round two is a little different than how I'd originally intended because I believe in my heart of hearts that Adam would be a fiend for giving oral so this fits that headcanon.

lastly, this fic is meant for audiences of 18+! Minors, DO NOT INTERACT.

Fic type- this is smut!

Warnings- adam is a guy with anger issues and they get the best of him (it is mentioned a couple of times that he punches a coworker in the face after he was provoked, and the work environment Adam is in is implied to be shitty anyway, as someone slapping someone else is also mentioned) the reader is gn for all intents and purposes but as I know the anatomy best, they're AFAB but referenced with gn terms and petnames (aside from the word pussy, which only gets used once), Unprotected sex, rough sex, reader is a masochist and Adam is kind of sadistic, oral sex (m! giving) bruises do happen because adam gets a bit manhandl-y and bruises and rough biting ensue, as does rough groping. Pet play is also in this one a few times (in use of the nickname puppy only, gn terms when smut writing aren't my strongest suit so puppy is for some reason my go-to)

December, despite all of the cheer and festiveness it usually carried, was just not your month, so it seemed.

Work was very, very difficult for you, which really shouldn't've come as a surprise come the last month of the year, but somehow always did.

Crappy coworkers always became the crappiest versions of themselves with the onset of the holiday season, and by December, amidst having to listen to your coworkers complain about how difficult their relatives were to shop for, several HR-funded Christmas parties where you and Adam would drink some of the cheapest booze and listen to your crappiest coworkers complain, and a Secret Santa gift exchange with a minimum—yes, a minimum, which to you seemed kind of ludicrous, though a max amount was certainly something you understood—spending allowance of $150 and a maximum of $380, you were angry and exhausted and looked forward to the nine days off you took between the twenty third and the thirty first like nobodies fuckin' business.

The only bright side to working in that company was the fact that you'd gotten the opportunity to get your secret santa—and one of the few decent coworkers you had in your offices, one named Claire who was actually breeching close friend territory more and more by the day—a bundle of things she'd mentioned really needing in those past few weeks thanks to the budget imposed by your offices.

You'd had the chance to get her a couple of the books she liked in addition to a couple of gift cards to grocery stores and gas stations as she was in a very tight situation with her mooch husband who refused to work point blank period. You'd gone over budget with her gift, actually, and it was the first and last year you'd ever do that.

You were working in marketing and sales and you made $2000 biweekly, which covered your half of rent and utilities, groceries and other bills with something like six hundred to spare to use as fun money. When you'd brought it up with Adam, who'd met Claire a good couple times at those Christmas parties and thought she was great for your morale, he'd supported you, said to go all out because you'd have the money back in your account two weeks from your latest paycheck anyway.

So, grocery cards, gas cards, books and around $100 in stowaway cash later, you'd gone over budget by $80 but had zero regrets because of how happy it made Claire at the end of the gift exchange.

For what it was worth—you were gifted a Nespresso and five boxes of Nespresso pods from someone who practically loathed you and probably wanted you to refuse it, but by the 21st you were so sick of work and people and everything else that you just faked a smile, said your thanks in a way that seemed just a little too sweet and definitely a bit too happy, and knew that you and Adam would cherish that Nespresso for all of the glorious coffee it made on your latest nights until it broke in the years to follow.

Getting home from the gift exchange at six, you were tired and angry at the world, pretty much, and it seemed—based on vibes alone—that Adam was much the same.

For Adam, though, it had definitely been work. After the trap, he'd switched from working as a glorified snitch for far less money than all of it was worth to working closely with a gallery that liked the shots he took enough to commission him for collections of photos. The commission money was certainly more than enough—from commissions, he got $3000 a month for 300 photos, which were typically displayed for six, eight, or ten months before he had to pick a new theme and the cycle repeated—but the gallery people he was working with were much like your coworkers in that they became the worst versions of themselves in the holiday season.

The collection he'd been trying to get together had been one part of a four hundred photo collection that captured Jersey in the winter which was due to start displaying on the 23rd and would stay up until the second of January the following year. He was working with three other people and the gallery staff and all of them were too stuck up to actually cooperate with him.

To that point, it had been twenty-one days of screaming matches, crappy coffee made worse by the bitterness Adam felt, and fighting day in and day out to keep his anger internal while he was in the apartment you shared because yelling at you, when he'd worked so hard to keep his anger issues in check? That was, under no circumstances, an option.

The first four months of your relationship had been spent with fights once every two weeks because Adam was still trying to learn how to keep his anger in check after letting it go unchecked for so long, and you'd been dating for five years. In those five years, after that rocky four months, you'd both found a balance and you both loved that balance. Adam wasn't going to fuck it up because he was angry at people who existed in a realm completely othered from the one where you were.

Well—he was going to try to avoid fucking it up for himself.

He's sitting on the couch, stewing in his anger when you come home. You grin at him, exhausted, and Adam leaves to the kitchen before you can get a word in—he'd been warned to expect a joint call sometime before midnight in relation to the collection that he had to take 100 photos for and he was antsy as well as angry, and he doesn't want you to see him like that, spiteful and angry at anything that breathes the wrong way.

He tries to make coffee with the pot you'd taken when you'd moved out of your parents place eight years prior, though the coffee machine seems to have a disagreement with Adams idea as it refuses to work, which causes Adam to snap.

"Fuck!" He shouts, hitting the coffee machine and regretting it because damn, plastic meeting knuckles is a horrible feeling. "All I need is some goddamned coffee, but no! The fucking machine—"

You step into the kitchen. When Adam hears your footsteps, he turns on his heels to face you, sees your grin.

"The coworker who loathes me gave me something that will definitely make your night a bit better," you say. "He probably wanted me to refuse but I figured we would need a new one soon anyway. It's a Nespresso, there are five different coffee types to choose from, and all you need to do is set it up. Shitty month?"

"Shitty is a fucking understatement," Adam grits his teeth. "I'm just so pissed off at the world right now, Y/N. I wouldn't be around me if I were you—when I get like this I am a flight risk because I tend to want to break things. Punched a guy in the face today and was reprimanded for an hour or three, which just made my day a lot fucking longer than it needed to be, and everything is shitty all the goddamned time and I'm sick of it."

You nod, further enter the kitchen and set the Nespresso up while Adam stews in his anger, trying to calm himself down in the ways he normally does only to find that nothing is working. He's frustrated with everything that's happened in the past three weeks, and the more he reflects on that time the angrier he gets.

And then, something happens. You accidentally sidestep onto his foot and the floodgates open, and he snaps. He screams for a solid five minutes about shit that doesn't even relate to you and you just—you just let him. You do fight back but it's like part of you understands that not all of it relates to you anyway so you just let him say his peace, and when he storms off, you don't follow him.

He goes to your bedroom, angry now with the events of the past three weeks, and the fact that he punched someone in the face, and with himself for snapping at you instead of just communicating, and he sits on the edge of the bed, staring at the wall and stewing within his anger until you're opening the door, poking your head in and meeting his gaze.

"You're still angry?" You ask, tone calm and even.

Adam nods, pursing his lips. He doesn't want to be angry anymore, doesn't want to do anything other than let everything go and apologize for all of the shit he berated you for, but he's still angry. Something within him isn't letting him let it go, even as much as he wants to.

"All right," you step into the room. "Would sex help? That way you can just get your frustrations out while also getting endorphins and all that other health shit."

Adam clenches his jaw. "No," he says. "We've never fucked while one of us has been angry, Y/N, and if I'm willing to punch someone in the face while I'm pissed off, I'm a little scared to find out how rough I would be willing to be with you if I did that while so mad I could smoke two joints and still feel it."

You shrug, leaning your back against the door to close it. "So be rough," you suggest. "I don't care, Adam—I think we've discussed it before, but I do like being manhandled. You can leave bruises, too. I don't care how rough you are with me, I just hate seeing you like this and if sex will take your mind off it and if it's something you're willing to do, I want to do it."

"I don't wanna leave you bruised," Adam says. He hates how obvious it is that he's half-lying. He doesn't hate the idea of you bruised—it's just how you end up as such—if someone else hurts you, he'll be ready to commit murder. But if he were ever to do that? He would feel immeasurably guilty.

"You're lying to me," you say, catching onto it immediately. "You don't want me bruised as in black eyes or punches or something else physical and abusive and you would never, ever do that to me so I'm not at all worried about that, but you would absolutely cherish the bruising on my hips and arms from holding onto me that tight during sex. I would cherish them, too, actually."

Adam tsks, "masochist," he says before biting on his bottom lip. He gets to standing, crosses the room and closes in on you, grinning as he feels your breath against his face.

"If I'm a masochist, you're a sadist," you whisper pointedly. Adams hands go to your hips, holding them tightly, thumbs pressing into your skin until he finds your hip bones and you moan just low enough for Adam not to hear it at the contact.

"Mhm," Adam whispers as he leans in so that his lips are millimeters away from your pulse point. "Gonna let me use you, puppy? Need an outlet for my anger, and you did offer."

"Yeah," Adam can't help but smile as he presses himself up against you and notices the way that your arms clench at your sides because you're physically trying to keep yourself from leaning into his touches, not wanting to give into it as quickly as you might've when he called you puppy. "All yours to use, Adam. Please. Don't want you to be angry anymore, and if using me is what it takes then go ahead."

Adams left hand moves from your hip to your face, thumb tilting your chin up and to the left so that he has better access to your neck.

"Good puppy," he whispers, this time close enough to hear the quiet moan that the praise pulls out of you. "That's all you are, isn't it? Just a good puppy, reliant on praise and my cock."

You haven't had sex since early November, so both of you are sexually frustrated, which is the icing on the fucking cake.

You moan in response, grinding your hips against him. He pushes his leg between your thighs as his tongue presses flat against your pulse point, the grip he holds on your hip remaining steady. The hand thats on your face moves down to your hip again, thumb pressing until it finds the bone.

"Mine to use," Adam says after a couple of seconds. The anger that's within him exists like a fire pit in his stomach, burning bright and burning hot and burning unrelentingly. "Right, Y/N?"

"However you want," You don't know how you're managing to speak. "As rough as you want, Adam—fucking hell. Please."

"You're perfect," he loosens his grip on your hips, kisses down your jawline until he's back at your lips again.

When he kisses his way up to your lips, the kisses he leaves in his path are rather sweet. His hands are groping aggressively at just about anywhere they can get to, and when his hands settle on your hips again, your lips are on his and the kiss he pulls you into, tongue sliding into your mouth as you open it in a quiet moan, is enough to leave your lips bruised.

Adam doesn't pull away until you're starting to and he's realizing that he can't really breathe. You press your forehead against his shoulder and take a deep inhale, arms settling around his waist.

Adam pulls away, cups your face in his hands. "Getting submissive on me already?" He asks teasingly, grinning at you a little. "Oh, Y/N. You're so easy."

You hum your agreement. "You always manage to make quick work," you murmur, moving to lay down on the bed that you share. Adam stops you, unbuttoning your work shirt and tossing it into the farthest corner of the room before you can go any further. You lay on the bed as Adam takes off the granddad sweater he'd chosen to wear after having absolutely nothing else in his closet during what would later turn into a laundry evening, happy to stare at the ceiling while you wait for your beloveds next move.

His lips are on yours again seconds later, one hand roving over your chest while the other is near your face after he'd bent his arm at the elbow to hold himself up.

After he's kissed you sufficiently, he moves his lips down your neck, kissing and biting and sucking at the skin mercilessly. You wonder, for a second, if he wants to draw blood and decide that if he does, you'll let him because the pain feels so good.

Adam laughs after he's bitten down on your collarbone particularly harshly and you've moaned lewdly, rolling your hips against his half hard length without thought.

"You're such a slut for pain," he nips at the skin again gently. "I really do think that I could cut you to pieces and you'd thank me for it, Y/N."

the thought of it makes your core wet, and so you give an embarrassed nod. Adam just laughs again, lifting your hips while still maintaining an aggressive hold on them and releasing that hold to take off your pants and underwear, leaving you completely open and bare in front of him.

You shiver as a gust of cold Jersey air gets through the room through the slightly opened window, nipples hard as pebbles from Adams ministrations, and watch him take his own pants and boxers off.

"Want me to wear a condom?" Adam asks.

You shake your head. "I can take a plan B pill," you respond. "Just--please. Please don't make me wait. Need you."

"Good puppy," Adam breathes. He goes back to kissing you before his lips move to your chest, biting and sucking at your nipples in the way he knows makes you melt the quickest. "Gonna let me do whatever I want, mm? Even if it means you're in pain?"

"Adam," you moan as he presses his cold tongue flat against your warm skin. "Fuck—mmm, whatever you want. Please, just—please don't stop. Please don't—"

"Pain slut," Adam laughs a little. "You love this, yeah? Love me using you, manhandling you, not giving a fuck if you get bruised up?"

You moan, pressing the back of your head into the pillow.

"Speak to me, baby," he murmurs, pressing kisses down your navel.

You whimper, bucking your hips against Adams shoulders and Adam repositions himself so that he's eye level with you again, holding your chin lightly.

"Use your words for me, baby," he says. "I know you love how this feels, yeah? I know you love it when I bite you because you like the pain that the biting draws out, but how am I supposed to know you want me to keep going if you don't tell me? How am I supposed to know you're not whimpering, not squirming, because the pain is too much?"

"Adam," you moan, rolling your hips against nothing. "Adam, it—you—oh my fucking—" you moan again, and Adam smiles.

He moves back to where he'd been before kissing down your navel to the place where you needed him most, kissing back up to your lips again and wetting his dick with the wetness from your folds before he thrusts into you in one fell swoop.

He gives you maybe three seconds to adjust to his length before he sets a quick, aggressive pace, one hand on your hips to keep you steady while the other sits on your breast, first finger and thumb pinching your nipple with as much force as he can muster. He needs the anger to be gone, needs it to be replaced by the comfortable, airy feelings that come with sex and post-sex glory, needs to get his anger out of his system before he's at risk of snapping at you again.

He thrusts with as much fervor as he can, trying to rid the anger from himself with each thrust. It works, for the most part, and when his hand finds your throat and presses on the sides but is careful to avoid the front, most of the anger goes out of his system completely.

You lean up into his touch, and Adam laughs at it.

"Pain slut," he whispers, leaning down to bite and suck at your nipples.

Adams release triggers yours, and Adam thrusts through the aftershocks before he pulls out, falling to your right and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close.

A few minutes pass by. You get up to use the bathroom and return to Adams embrace, press a kiss to his lips and look at him like you want to talk.

"You've been angry for three weeks," you say. "If you're in a talking mood, let's talk, yeah?"

"I know that photography is what I'm good at, and normally I love it but I think I have something of an independence issue with regard to working there," Adam admits, moving the hand that's on your waist up to your face. He just wants to kiss you senseless, kiss you until he forgets his own name and how to speak words other than yours, but he knows he owes you a conversation—an explanation, mostly, and an apology. "I just can't do it. I can't work with other people. Three people on this project besides me and all of us are in conflict day in and day out because we're all apparently averse to compromise, and yeah, I punched Harry in the face but he smacked Kelce the other day because he didn't agree with one of Harrys ideas. It was payback, which I know doesn't excuse it for shit, but—I just—"

You press a kiss to Adams forehead. "I'm sorry that work has been so terrible," you murmur. "Soon as you get this installation done, though, you'll be able to work on your own again. Gotta practice a bit of optimism, baby. Gotta see the bright side and all that."

Adam laughs. "There is no light at the end of the work related tunnel," he says. "I'll be due in to work with the same group of people in the spring, and then in summer, and then in autumn. I've been told I'll have to do my own installations on top of that, which will mean picking more themes, dealing with more disagreements."

He props himself up on his elbows, presses a quick peck against your lips.

"I'm sorry," he says, green-blue eyes meeting yours. "About earlier—snapping at you like that? It was a dick move, and with the coffee—I flipped my lid in a way that was completely unfair. I'm sorry you had to get screamed at like that, everything just boiled over and taking it out on you is the last thing that I should've done."

You nod. "It was a dick move, and you do kind of need to work on talking it out with me before the shit hits the very angry fan, but you're forgiven," you grin at him. "If it helps, work hasn't been a picnic for me either. Never is during December."

Adam groans. "You work in an office," he notes. "How many of your coworkers complained about how difficult it is to buy gifts on their salary?"

"Everyone who had anyone willing to listen," you laugh. "Claire liked the gift I got her for the Secret Santa gift exchange, though. Glad I was hers—were it Leon, I fear she would've gotten a book on being a housewife or some shit like that. James was the guy who got stuck with me, which means we have a Nespresso. Bastard probably wanted me to reject the gift, too, because he scowled from the window at me while I loaded it into the back seat of my car."

Adam laughs. "Good thing the old coffee machine broke when it did, then," he pecks your forehead, feels the desire to kiss you senseless evade all of his senses. "A broken coffee machine turns into a Christmas miracle! Oh, glorious day."

You laugh, hand moving up Adams shoulders until your cupping Adams face, hand resting against his jawline.

"Was my apology good enough?" Adam asks, dipping his lips to your neck as your hands slide back down his and you let your arms drape over his shoulders.

"Why do you ask?" You know why he's asking, but you want to hear him say it. He had his angry fun, and now you get a shot to have a bit of fun of your own.

"There's something that I haven't tasted since early last month," he kisses until he's at the center of your collarbone. "Miss it, is all. Had a bit of a craving lately too, if I'm honest."

You spread your legs on impulse, already weakened and ready to let Adam give in to his whims. It makes him laugh because of course the bastard notices the movement, and he nods.

"You're amazing," he presses kisses down your chest, careful to kiss lightly over the places where light bruising has started because of how aggressive he was with his groping, kissing delicately over the places where the bite marks remain. You hate how quickly he can get you hot and bothered but admire it all the same, hate how you thrive off the feeling of his wet kisses and his perfect tongue moving down and across your torso.

"You're depraved," you try to say it, but it comes out as a moan, and you feel Adams smile against your navel. "Absolutely fucking depraved, Adam."

"Well, if you weren't so fuckin' ethereal, I might be less depraved, but every time I look at you all I see is perfection. Can't help it, baby."

He kisses across your lightly bruised stomach to your hips, careful to kiss lightly over the already-forming bruises that match the shapes of his thumbs.

"'M sorry about these," he says. "Sorry about all of it—the bruises and the bite marks. I didn't mean to hurt you this bad."

"It doesn't hurt," you assure. "And even if it did—I like the pain, Adam. The pain is good, I promise."

He kisses the bruises on the sides of your hips, too, nods. "I momentarily forgot about the masochism," he admits. "They do look nice, but I just can't help feelin' bad about being that rough."

"Focus on how nice they look," you hope it comes out reassuring. "They don't hurt, Adam. I promise. If I tell you not to worry, will you listen?"

Adam hums, kisses along your stomach to your other hip and takes his time there as well.

By the time Adams gotten to your thighs, you're wet and aching and just about ready to start clenching around nothing. He's got you needy and wanting, which is what he wants, and he loves it.

He turns his gaze to yours as he presses his tongue flat against your clit, loving the way that you writhe, clenching around nothing in response.

"So wet for me," he says, kissing along the outside of your pussy. "Good God, you're perfect."

And then he's licking at your folds, eating you out like he's a man starved, and you're not even trying to be quiet because of how consumed you feel by his lips and his tongue.

He moans against you, clearly getting off from getting you off, and can't help but buck your hips against his face.

He laughs, pulling away for a second. "You're so fuckin' needy," he says, bringing one finger to your gaping hole and slowly pushing it inside you.

You clench around the digit, moaning. "You're the reason. You and your perfect tongue, your amazing lips," you moan, arching your back off the bed for a split second.

He brings his lips and tongue back to your clit, thrusting into you with one finger, doing as you wish when you start begging for a second and a third.

"Adam," you moan, "fucking hell—Adam,"

Your orgasm crests, and you feel Adam moan against you with his own release as you cum over his fingers.

Breathless, your gaze moves up to the ceiling as you feel Adam pull his hand away. You turn to him as you hear him get up, watch him make something of a show out of licking your cum from his fingers.

"Just as good as I remember it," he grins teasingly at you, leaves to go to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, he's telling you that a bath is ready and you're leaning against him as you walk to your bathroom, sinking into the hot water and pressing your back against Adams front.

"I'll get better at communicating before it boils over," Adam murmurs, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your shoulder. "Promise, baby."

You hum, leaning against him. "We can work on it together, yeah?"

Adam nods. "That sounds like a nice idea," he says.

Silence lapses, though its comfortable. You get out of the bath tub and stumble back to bed because of how jello-y your legs feel, which Adam laughs at even though he knows he's to blame, and when you steal a pair of his boxers and one of his button up flannels, he doesn't object, merely pulls a pair of boxers and sweatpants on himself before joining you in bed and pulling you close.

The two of you fall asleep early that night, curled up together in the quiet of a Jersey evening in the tail end of December. Adam sleeps through the call from the gallery and you sleep through the call that Claire tries to get to you to talk about the aftermath of the Secret Santa gift exchange, but the sleep you get is so good that the missed calls feel entirely justified.

[mortyvongola2-0]

HEY THERE!!! May I request something? <3

How about Madara slowly realizing his feelings for reader after denying it for so long! How would he realize? How would he approach the reader?

NSFW would also be welcome 😏

😏😏

I'm sorry these took so long, I would've had them finished yesterday BUT I LOST ALL MY WRITING WHEN I WAS AT THE END and that took all my motivation honestly haha. Sorry if these aren't quite what you were looking for, thank you for asking though

This is both the angstiest, softest, and shortest smut I've ever written.

(These are headcanons but honestly they're more than long enough to make a fic so uh...oops)

Madara Uchiha, though he’d deny it, is the type that would fall first. But he’d equate his feelings to only lust in the beginning. He’d see her first, notice her first, and approach first but all with intention.

The era he comes from is heavy with political marriage. His marriage would most likely already be prearranged. But he'd still approach you, a fling between a man and a woman has nothing to do with someone he hasn't met.

He'd call out to you, "Oi," his gruff voice and rude way of speaking would immediately put you off. You would have no idea who he is, not really up to date on all the ins and outs of shinobi. With an annoyed look on your face, you'd ignore him.

But he wouldn't give up, a ninja is one who endures after all. He'd take every opportunity he could find to approach you again, more interested in the challenge you presented then what he had originally intended. Madara would begin to follow you, without him realizing at first, he'd do it in the name of seeking opportunity but eventually it'd just become a habit.

By that point, you'd know who he is, but the game you started was a bit too fun so you'd purposefully ignore him, a sly smile on your face. You liked infuriating a powerful man like him. His attentions would inflate your ego, if only a little. After all, who else could say they were being pursued by the Madara Uchiha?

The more he'd watch you, the more he'd learn about you. He'd smirk when you'd smile, roll his eyes at the lame jokes you'd tell your village's children. Watching your simple life became a bit of a comfort without his knowledge. Going from the bloody battlefield where any one of his comrades, or even himself, could lose their lives at any moment to watching you and your sleepy village made his heart ache.

But when a rogue shinobi clan invaded your home, he admired not only yours but the bravery of your people. Despite being weak, untrained, and lacking in experience he watched as you all faced your enemy head on. You especially, refused to back down. You'd spit in the face of your would be attacker, anger and spite swirling in your eyes like a storm.

Of course, he saw it as the perfect opportunity. At least, that's what he told himself, but his rage at your potential violation was clear as day as he easily tore into the man who had attempted to harm his property. The rest of that clan were like flies, buzzing around and destroying what was his. He took care of them all.

His anger only mounted when he saw the red irritation marks on your wrists and neck, like proof of his inability to protect you. He'd take your wrist in his own, the sheer difference in size and strength furthering his wrath. What kind of shinobi preyed on such weaklings? Where was their pride? Their sense of honor?

"Thank you," your quiet voice gave him pause. "For saving me."

His grip on your wrist would tighten, his chest uncomfortable. One look from your eyes was enough to placate him and he hated it. How could some helpless girl hold so much sway over him? He was getting too close, he had to fix it. Place some distance before he did something he'd regret.

You flinched, his grip too tight. Madara let go immediately, put on his normal mask of bravado and say, "Why don't you show me just how thankful you are?" He intended to hurt you, he felt his heart squeeze as the words left his lips.

He thought he'd succeeded as he watched you look away from him. There, it's finished, he'd think. No more weakness. But you'd surprise him, your trembling hand reaching out and grabbing his wrist with all your might. It was pathetic. You'd look him straight in the eyes and nod. The Uchiha was dumbstruck.

You'd led him to your home without saying a word, closed and locked the doors before looking back at him with determination. With a nervous approach, you'd get on your tiptoes and place a chaste kiss on his lips. He'd be stock still, you'd be nervous from head to toe. Just this once, he'd think. I'll take advantage of your naivete. Madara would embrace you, envelope you in his large frame, and force his way into your mouth.

Eventually, he'd have you on your back on your futon, clothes off and thrown about the home; your breasts moving with your rapid breaths, your legs spread open with shining arousal coating your inner thighs. You look beautiful, he'd think but while his mouth moved without thought. "How low must your value be for you to give yourself to me."

"If its you," you'd start, your body flushed with pleasure. "I know you've been watching me. I have no qualms giving myself to you." There it was again, that heavy uncomfortable tightness in his chest. He hated it. "You'll regret that," he'd respond, unable to look you in the eye.

Your arms reached out and wrapped around his neck and you pulled him in for a kiss full of all your unspoken feelings. His arms trembled. He didn't need this, the last thing Madara needed was someone else to lose; for more loved ones to be placed in an unmarked grave. But his lips moved instinctively, reciprocating all of your emotions, unspoken word for unspoken word. His hips pushing forward, his member splitting you slowly.

The two of you moved together, breathed together. He had never felt such ecstasy in his life. Grunting in exertion, he spilled his release inside of you and the warmth of his spend caused you to tumble off your own cliff.

He stayed with you until you fell asleep, his mind swirling with thoughts and suppressed feelings. If he stayed with you, he'd never want to leave, his weakness would increase, but if he left he'd never be able to feel your warmth or see your smile again. His clan needed its leader, Izuna an older brother to protect him. Your presence made him wish he could have that dream that Hashirama had spoken of long ago.

Madara made his choice, as hard as it was. He left without a word. Back to the battlefield, back to his clan, back to his brother. He wondered if you cried, if you looked for him, or if this was the outcome you had expected all along.

A few years later found him on his back, giving Hashirama the ultimatum that'd begin the formation of the Uchiha-Senju alliance. As Konoha grew he wondered if this would have happened if he'd stayed. He supposed it was for the better, the village being as important as it was, but the emptiness in his heart continued to remind him of the love he chose to leave.

"Madara," Hashirama called, his usual cheer obvious by his smile. "A new clan arrived today, a civilian one! Isn't it exciting?" The Uchiha's heart skipped a beat but he knew better. Even if it was your people, would you even be with them? Maybe you had married some other man from some other clan. But then Hashirama continued and he said the name of your village and Madara couldn't help but run off toward the new settlement area.

And there you were, the same smile on your face as you told a disgruntled Tobirama one of your lame jokes. There were flowers in your hair, poorly placed and half falling out; a little girl, about three or four years old, with black hair and onyx eyes, gripping your skirts nervously. The resemblance was undeniable, the little girl the picture perfect Uchiha. He felt like he might stop breathing.

Your squinted for a moment and you looked up at the roof he was watching from. Your smile fell, and his heart dropped to his stomach. Of course you were unhappy to see him, he'd saddled you with a child and left. How had he expected anything different? But before he could leave in shame and wallow in his pity, you smiled again and ushered the child forward. You bent at the waist and pointed in his direction saying, "Ito, do you see that man up there?" The girl nodded slowly. "That's your father, and he helped make this village."

A/N: Ito means thread, so RC named their daughter that as she is the red thread connecting her to Madara, which I think is very sweet.

[tideswept]

I was tagged by @yourfavoritefridge and am taking a page from @sendpseuds ('s) book and answering this while deeply compromised. Sober, I am not.

You have been warned!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

62!

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

800,347! (Ooh, big round number!)

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Kingsman & Star Wars. (I really never thought I'd be in either of them but I'm glad I am.)

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

gold and pink and glittering: 498, Hartwin, E. I'm still surprised to this day how much people liked it. First smut in several years.

the lean and hungry type: 453, Obikin, E. First time getting to do alpha/beta, and written from around 11pm to 4 am and then another hour proofreading. I was mildly delirious, ngl.

offer a little salt for that wound: 463, Hartwin, E. OOH man I had this one in my head and wouldn't leave me tf alone. My plot bunnies aren't USUALLY visual, but this one was!

cold water on your tongue: 429, Obikin, E. Still surprised this one took off tbh! I had a lot of moments where the fic felt awkward to me and not worth salvaging. But I think it makes people happy, and god, I can't really ask for more than that!

somebody to lie in the dark with: 302, Obikin, E. That's the second time today I've typed something instead of someone in that title. HMM. (Sith-Wan, my darling!)

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do when I can! Have a pretty decent streak going, I think? I think I owe a really lovely commenter from like 5 days ago and nnnghh the guilt is heavy.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Potentially empty spaces, empty phrases (Obikin) depending on how you decide the ending goes! But objectively: let me stay (TimJon).

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oh fuck, who are you, the cops? (me, looking at my fics in despair)

I think the honor goes to cold water on your tongue. Everything else tends to end in a bittersweet or incomplete ("to be continued") kind of way.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not outside of TMA. It's been absolutely lovely being in Kingsman / Obikin fandoms. I genuinely showed up here low-key scared for my life, and I've been shown nothing but kindness and support.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes, and welcome to the first of the "UH IDK? [awkward shrug/hand wave]" questions because... I have no idea how to answer that. Like, what are the quantifiers here? Level of depth (NO PUN INTENDED) in how explicit it is, or what bits are rubbing against what bits, or like, if I specialize in any particular kind of smut (if there aren't pins for "I WRITE BDSM SMUT", I demand we print them) or— tldr: IDK. Vibe. The vibe kind. oh my god not vibrator vibe brain why are you doing this

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope. I've thought about fusions, though! Like, I feel a fic where Obi-Wan is a Kingsman and picks Anakin as his candidate--maybe it was Qui-Gon's dying request still, and when Obi-Wan became a knight and a seat next opened up, he reluctantly said, FINE.

(Now I'm wondering what knight Obi-Wan would be. Gawain? The original version of him, not the vulgarized mythos of later romances. Which leaves Anakin to be Agravaian, which is pretty perfect tbh. I mean he could also be Mordred since they're all brothers)

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup! Multiple times. It never stops feeling Not Okay.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of?

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

oh fuck you are the cops.

Uh. tbh this is a really hard question until I asked myself: a 100k fic written by an amazing author: what pairing would you be more excited about? And my heart... my heart said Hartwin.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ahh, sadly the post-Vday canon divergence Hartwin fic. I'm told it stands on its own as is, though. So maybe that counts for something?

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea. You saw what happened during the smut question, I fell apart like a jenga tower! And that was a simple question!

Honestly though, I don't know. That I manage to carry enough vibes to be entertaining? That's pretty good.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I will not clutch the camera and shove my face into it and whisper everything in a voice ragged with despair I will not clutch th—

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Google Translate, my dearest friend. (Unless it's Spanish, I can handle that on my own.)

Granted, if I have a friend who speaks the language, you can bet I'm knocking down their door like a SWAT squad.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

UH SO FUNNY STORY. I watched IT (the TV series) when I was like, 7. Was very confused for many reasons (partly because I missed the first hour) but also i was a Weird Child, and also Not American.

But! I didn't know it was based off a book written by a dude, so one day I just... started writing the story down in a notebook when I was 8. Because I figured I liked the movie (I assumed it was a movie at the time) so much, why NOT turn it into something to read?

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Beholding's Own. Lightning-in-a-bottle kind of situation, 10+ year break from writing, and also re-entering fandom after said 10+ year long break. It's really hard to live up to that kind of fondness.

From new fics? the devil is a gentleman. I can't help it, this Obi-Wan and Anakin are hilarious. They are so dumb and yet so smart.

I'm supposed to tag people now for this, so imagine me throwing Your Candy of Choice at @irrationalsense, @veloursdor, @kingdomvel and @howlbrooklyn like a fastball. (And anyone else who'd like to do it!)

[jcniper-backup]

jcniper's fic masterlist

Hi, this is just a post putting all of my bg3 fic stuff in one place. I don't have much yet, but I hope I do soon..

Completed

i am hungry (i was born hungry) - astarion x f!dark urge (15/15)

tags: the dark urge resists the urge, monk dark urge, drow dark urge, hurt/comfort, bhaalspawn levels of grossness and violence, mind the tags

Fifty years before Astarion is abducted by mindflayers, he runs into a Bhaalspawn. She helped him, and ever since he’s had a debt looming over his head. Much to his relief, she doesn’t intend to collect upon their reunion. She doesn’t remember what happened.

cannibal class - astarion x f!durge (27/27)

tags: the dark urge resists the urge, monk dark urge, drow dark urge, hurt/comfort, bhaalspawn levels of grossness and violence, exclusively follows act 3, a lot of canon act 3 is rewritten, expanded upon, or changed

They did it. They made it to Baldur’s Gate. Upon arriving, Vaelyn remembers her heritage. Everyone is supportive, until they aren’t. How can she defy her father when she was the creator of the Absolute? Sequel to: i am hungry (i was born hungry)

WIPS

vicious - f!durge x ascended astarion

tags: lovers to enemies, exes to lovers, monk dark urge, drow dark urge, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, dubcon, post-game fic, possessive behavior, redeemed dark urge, au, fix-it

“Power and control are two different things, Astarion. Not that you would understand that.” Her tone was dour, despite the celebrations in the streets.

“You’re going to regret leaving me.” Vaelyn stared back at him, the shell of the man she once loved. For weeks, she agonized over her mistake. But now, free from her Father and the Absolute, she reached for those same feelings and found nothing.

“Will I?” ________

Seven years.

It’s been seven years since the Fall of the Absolute, and her father, Bhaal. Vaelyn has done her best to put everything behind her and atone for the sins of her past. There is one that she had been ignoring though, back in the Gate. She was happy to ignore him for the rest of her life too.

That was before she was informed that Astarion had broken his promise.

Fuck It, We Bhaal

tags: astarion x durge, post-game, spawn!astarion, sunwalker route, crack treated seriously

Healing is hard. It's non-linear. It's unpleasant.

After conquering her Urges and ending the plot she created, Vaelyn and Astarion set out on the Sword Coast as adventurers, not knowing what's in store for either of them next.

This is a story about feeling like you can never quite make up for your mistakes, the importance of relationships, and cleaning up messes your dad left around Faerûn. (Bhaal doesn’t pay child support.)

One Shots/Fic Previews

we are something - astarion x f!durge

tags: the dark urge resists the urge, hair braiding, hair brushing, emotional constipation

His chest felt like it had been hit with a warhammer for some reason. Her little hisses of discomfort and pain didn’t help. “Darling, are you trying to kill yourself with a hairbrush?” The words slipped out. They weren’t a part of the original script he had made, nor were they a part of any new script.

Vaelyn jolted when he spoke, looking up at him as he loomed over her. She didn’t make a move to stand up. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was just taking a little stroll.”

___

Astarion never considered himself talented or gifted. He had a pretty face. Pretty hair. He knew how to take care of it too. That was all. For the first time in a while, he puts those skills to use for someone else.

we all have a hunger - astarion x f!durge

tags: the dark urge resist the urge, pre-relationship, alfira dies, some smut but not really meant to turn you on, traumatized astarion, astarion is bad at feelings, emotional constipation

After the death of the bard, something cracked. All of those unnamed emotions that had never troubled her before became a maelstrom in her head that she couldn't contend with.

_

Or Vaelyn’s urges leave her shaking and afraid, and Astarion finds a way to secure his place in the group.

[writingwhilecaffeinated]

20 Questions for Fan Fic Writers~

First, thank you @crotchety-old-emu for tagging me, it was kind of you, and I had fun doing this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

49, admittedly quite a few unfinished. I’m hoping now that I’m older and on a better roll with finishing I’ll go back to some… eventually. This is not including old stuff from FFN and LJ that just either wouldn’t go well on AO3 Or don’t have fandoms to speak of anymore.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

436,778

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Bridgerton. But done Harry Potter, Sense8, The Old Guard, The Little Mermaid (Live Action. Jonah and Halle were precious, ok???), Doctor Who, Julie and the Phantoms, Narnia, Avengers… waaaaaay back on LJ I did some KPOP fandoms and WAAAAAAYYY back on FFN I write for InuYasha, Merlin, Prince of Tennis. Like, I was YOUNG. It was a time. 😆

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. no matter the years (my heart is yours) - Bridgerton Reverse Harem. Penelope with Anthony and Benedict and eventually Colin, but it’s hidden because it’s still set in the Regency. No incest, just good old polyandry. While admittedly the smut scenes are explicit, it had a lot more emotional heart than even I originally planned.

2. Bathymetry of the Heart - Little Mermaid Live Action, telling of Eric/Ariel after they’re reunited. Just emotional fluff.

3. some of it’s transcendental (some of it’s just really dumb) - Bridgerton, Benelope story. Basically season 3 ish if it became Benelope. I had a vision of what I wanted, no one else had written it so I just… did it myself. It is also very sweet and more emotion than what I originally intended. Not as much smut as I thought.

3. Curiosities - continuation of the first Ariel/Eric.

4. Proud of Your Boy - Same as above

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try very hard to respond. I don’t always get to them, but I try to even to those that are just a heart or something. I only don’t respond to outright mean comments. Better to just ignore.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

One that was a one-shot from forever ago, a super weird crossover to. It was soon after the avengers movie came out and it was a crossover with Doctor Who, and Steve fell for River Song but he would never tell her cause she so obviously love the Doctor. Don’t judge me! Honestly it’s a one-shot series called “i defy you stars.”

7. What’s the fic you wrote eith the happiest ending?

Most of them, I’m not good with writing sad endings. ANGSTY middles yeah, but not endings most of the time.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

For sure! Mostly on my reverse harem, the ABC+P one. People though I didn’t like Colin for how his character was treated and ended up, and that’s not it at all. Colin was just in a completely different place from his brothers, and in my head even past the story I wrote he grows more and fits into the family created beautifully and maturely, eventually staying home full time. But I didn’t have enough space in that narrative to tell that so it didn’t come off well to most people.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! I didn’t used to, I used to be very uncomfortable with it. But I wanted something specific in order to tell the story and it just… happened? Now I’ve become a heathen and gotten slightly more kinky with it. 😆

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Yup, see above. The Avengers and Doctor Who one for sure.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of/remember.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not in the sense of splitting the writing but definitely in terms of plot planning!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I can’t pick one, I’m sorry. I’m Bridgerton right now it’s Benelope (let me be clear I LOVE Benophie and Polin! I’m just a crackship girly by nature). HP it’s Fremione or Dramione. The Old Guard It’s Nicky/Joe. There’s a lot more I’m forgetting.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Probably Pick Your Poison, a Dramione fic where Hermione enters an underground ring that’s like Russian roulette but with poisons. I liked the idea.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Oof um… I’m tough on myself. That’s hard. Can I say “ideas”? Im great at developing plot points and stories, maybe even character reflections.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Details that aren’t what the characters are doing. I focus too much on body movement and not what else is going around that could tell the story.

Oh, and commas are my enemy.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Limited personally. If the character knows another language I do my best to research it, but otherwise I avoid.

19. First fandom you write for?

InuYasha on FFN.

20. Favorite fics you’ve written?

Probably some of it’s transcendental (some of it’s just really dumb) because I proved to myself writing that gif I could write a chartered story to completion, and with writing I was proud of.

Also one of my The Old Guard ones, mostly because I wrote a fight scene I was proud of -> When You Least Expect It

Tagging @velvetcovered-brick, my lovely friend who has been helping me talk out my latest fics lately. ♥️♥️♥️ youuuuuu.

[tarabyte3]

There's no new chapter for "I Want You to Show Me Weak" today since it's Christmas, so I thought I would do a fun Holiday post about what I think my Table 7 characters look like!

Just remember, these are NOT one for one. It's simply the closest I can get to what's in my brain (thankfully for you, none of you can read my thoughts). If you picture something else, that's amazing! And also valid. Keep enjoying the fic exactly as you are ❤️

One of the first things I did when I started thinking about writing Show Me Weak was decide I wanted a more fleshed out table full of real people, and not some nebulous existing background characters like I had for Wants, Needs, and Clerical Errors. Which worked great for that fic! Because a lot of it was more nebulous and focused on what was going on inside of the Reader character's head. The focus was supposed to be Kino (as a treat for all of us). I wanted Show Me Weak to feel more grounded in the prison environment.

So I made 6 male original characters! I found names on the Star Wars section of the Fantasy Name Generators site that stood out to me. Then I focused on each name and thought, "what kind of character would have that name?" And wrote physical descriptions for all of them, and thought up the most basic structure of their personalities. Threl is the warm, diplomatic face, Jevid is the grumpy old man, Taybus is the little shit younger brother, Sorrek is the troubled, middle aged dad, Alis is the fun, quick guy that is the most relatable to the Reader because he's right next to her and about the same age, and Edii I wanted to be as enigmatic as possible for a reason I will explain down below.

As I started writing table dialogue, especially in the bigger group settings, those little foundations I built came alive onto my screen. Sometimes without more than a second of thought. Which was a complete shock to me. I never intended for any of them to go to the depths that they are now. So I quickly became incredibly emotionally invested in these characters that started as half paragraph entries in my notes. Now I can't imagine the story without them.

The fact that people seem to genuinely like the table as much as the focus of the story, Kino/Reader (and let's be honest, the smut), has blown me away. I'm glad other people have grown as attached to them as I have.

Without further ado, my boyyys

Threl

He reminds me of Mike Colter, just less built and with a deeper voice. But he was always handsome, warm, and confident in my mind. Mike's humor during Luke Cage and The Defenders is a great example of that as well.

Alis

Young Theo Rossi is the closest I can think of, just with a scar on his left side and a rounder face. The scar is a detail I wanted to include, even though it has literally never come up again. Because the Reader noticed it right away of course, realized quickly he's comfortable with his appearance, it doesn't bother her at all either, and that's that. So she doesn't think about it when she thinks about him or looks at him. It's just Alis's face and everything is from her perspective. It was intended to demonstrate how comfortable she is with him. Otherwise Alis has a lithe build and lots of dexterity. (I also pronounce it Uh-lease in my mind)

Sorrek

Sad dad might be the most disappointed you'll be reading this list. I actually based Sorrek off of an NPC in an Actual Play D&D show by Dimension 20 called Fantasy High. One of the player characters' dad is this down on his luck, miserable elf named Gilear Faeth. In the campaign, he's cartoonishly pathetic, but I wanted a serious version of him. A soft spoken, gentle dad that is haunted by something, but still looks like he gives great hugs and can't help being nurturing.

Jevid

Jevid is basically an old biker. That's it. That's the concept. He's the character we know the least about, and I don't know if that will change, but the idea is he just no longer gives a fuck. He cares about them in his own way, but he doesn't get roped into the table shenanigans or gossip as frequently as a result. He's been in there too long and is just a grumpy old man 😂

Taybus

Adam Driver with a longer more bob-like cut that hangs in his face and a mustache that you would see in a highschool hallway. The "I can grow facial hair, but just a small mustache" starter for a lot of 15 year old boys (my husband was sadly one of them 😂 I can't look at some highschool pictures of him without screaming and running away). I didn't realize how much I was kind of picturing young Adam Driver in my head until Reader suggests he tie his hair back.

And finally

Edii

Freddy Carter as Kaz Brekker in Shadow and Bone, but paler with dark eyes. (I haven't seen the show, but love the Six of Crows duology, excellent books.) Edii also has what is essentially a very heavy Slavic accent that I based on someone I went to college with. A guy that people called "weird" because he had a unique look and wasn't comfortable talking since he wasn't very fluent in English, so he kept to himself. But in one of my very small classes, he really opened up as the rest of us talked to him and tried to engage him, and he was so funny! Then we all quickly realized how horrible it was that people ignored him when he was just a guy, you know? So we all got lunch or coffee on occasion and chatted after class. He had a much easier time in college and away from home after that 🥺. That is my Edii. A sweet, misunderstood cinnamon bun. (I pronounce it Ee-dee when I read it)

So there you go! Table 4 in (the closest I can find to) all of their glory lol.

[buckyownsmylife]

On my way - Bucky Barnes smut

The one where Bucky was your penpal and now he's here.

Warnings: military AU, smut, long-distance relationship, pen pals, oral sex (f), dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, cumplay.

Word count: 1.8k

A/N:  This one is a part of my kinktober celebrations. My original intention for this October was to work exclusively around prompts that my wonderful friend @darkficsyouneveraskedfor created for her challenge and dedicate each story to a different friend. My new plan became then 31 days of different kinks, which expanded on a poly relationship with Stucky, as you might know by now. However, some of the stories I started were already truly loved by me, and so I kept on writing them. It worked well because as it turns out, I am fortunate enough to have more than 31 friends on Tumblr, so here is the story I wrote for @tuiccim​. She’s a friend and an inspiration and I hope she’ll like this just as much as I hoped she would! Thanks to my lovely @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog​ for reading this over for me!

Dear Angel,

Your letters are all that keep me going now. The recovery process has not been easy, but it makes me smile to think that each day in pain is one less day until I get to see your face for the first time.

You have bewitched me. I cannot explain the power you have over me, even from a distance. I can only hope you’ll still want me when we do meet, despite every scar and missing piece in my body and soul. Although I have a feeling you will soon fill these pieces and make me feel complete again, like you’ve done to my heart.

Forever yours,

James

My heart pounded against my chest as I read over his words over and over again, like it always did whenever I went to check the mail and saw there was a letter from him waiting for me. Signing up for that online pen pal program so I could write to lonely people in the military, away from their countries so they could serve for our lives, was the best choice I’d ever made in mine.

Lord knows I was lonely too. And getting to know James - or Bucky, how he was called by his friends - had been the absolute highlight of my year. Over the last ten months, we went from strangers to friends and then… something else entirely. It was weird getting to know someone over actual letters, but not a bad weird. Just… different.

It was like getting to know their soul first, what they were really like instead of falling for the mask of a person you always end up seeing when out on first dates. Everyone wants to put their best foot forward, that is perfectly understandable, but when you are already miles away (and not intending to fall in love) the need for masks quickly disappears. You’re left with the very essence of the stranger you’re trying to meet.

And his essence was just perfect for me. He was kind, funny, smart, incredibly protective of his friends - the people he considered his family. He was lonely, just like me, but that hadn’t made him cold. No, instead of closing in on himself, he’d become attentive and understanding.

Everything I’d ever wanted in a partner. And for some reason, it seemed like he felt the same way about me.

Just as my thoughts became consumed with him yet again - a new habit ever since we started exchanging letters - a knock resonated through my apartment, snapping me out of my own mind, and then a slight jolt of fear consumed me. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Hell, I barely knew anyone in this overwhelming, big city - it was part of the reason why I decided to start looking for a penpal in the first place.

The knock resonated again, forcing me to do something about it. It could be one of the neighbors, in need of something. Even if we’d never exchanged a single greeting ever since I moved in, I suppose that was possible.

Cursing my landlord for not giving me a way to check who awaited me outside, I tried asking, “Who is it?”, only to be met with silence. So taking a deep breath, I decided to open the door at once.

And I was met with a hard chest, under a dark red Henley that was covered by a brown leather jacket. I looked up, up, up, until I found the brightest, sweetest blue eyes I’d ever seen, in a face that could only have been sculpted by the Gods.

“Hey, Doll,” he smiled, clutching the handle of his satchel. “Mind if I come in?” There was only one person who had ever addressed me as doll, even if I’d never actually heard him call me that.

For a few seconds, I just stood there frozen, looking up at the man I couldn’t believe was in front of me, clutching the door in the hopes it would keep me up.

And then I was in his arms. He caught me easily, huge smile taking over his face as his bag was abandoned on the floor, and he twirled me around while I grasped every part of him I could reach.

“What on Earth are you doing here?” I just couldn’t process it. He was really here. This was really happening. We both giggled in delight as his hands roamed over my body, apparently as touch-starved for me as I was for him.

How did his touch electrify me when I had never even seen him before?

“I got leave, I didn’t have anywhere else to go and the only place I wanted to be was here.” His voice was so different from what I’d pictured. It was even better, rough but warm, I felt like it was making its way inside my bones and melting to fill the empty parts of me.

“You made the right call,” I assured him once he looked up at me from under his eyelashes, obviously nervous about my reaction to him suddenly deciding to inhabit my life.

He smiled in gratitude and I did too. The excitement was palpable, but then it was silent. The heavy sexual tension, the need to have him was simply too much.

“God, just kiss me already,” I begged, pulling him by the shirt so our lips could meet, and even though he was surprised, he smiled in the kiss when he returned it.

“Fuck, you want this too, doll?” He asked, walking us into the apartment and kicking the door closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Please tell me that you do.”

I don’t know how he ever thought I could feel any differently. The need to have him was overwhelming, I could barely even speak. So I opted to nod eagerly, hoping he could see my enthusiasm in the way my fingers trembled as they reached for my own clothes and then his, leaving us naked for each other’s gazes to explore.

I’d been dreaming about this moment for so long, but now that it was here, I couldn’t believe it was really happening. I wanted to relish every second of it.

“Fuck, did you touch yourself while thinking about this?” He asked after he had deposited me in bed, making quick work of his shirt as I got out of my dress. “Because I did. I thought about you every damn night.”

The thought of him touching himself to the little that he knew of me, just as I’d done on this very same bed he was now climbing, made me hotter than nothing else.

“So many times,” I admitted. It wasn’t a lie. Even without knowing what he looked like, the memory of his words on the letters he had written me was enough to get me aroused - but not as much as the feeling of his calloused hands running over my body, playing me like a fiddle.

“I want to get you all dirty,” he warned, and my wanton moan was enough of a response to show him that I wasn’t against that plan at all. His body scooted further down the bed, hands pressing me open, exposing my slit to him, and I saw him lick his lips before he leaned over and licked me. “Oh, damn…” He whispered, making me even more breathless. “So sweet. Don’t think I can’t handle you, sugar.”

That pet name would be the death of me, I was certain of it.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his as he easily brought me to an earth-shattering release right onto his waiting tongue, lapping every single drop of my juices before nuzzling the lower part of his face against my cunt. Once he pulled away, he was the one dripping, and I licked my lips in need.

“I need to be inside of you now,” he warned. I’d never oppose that. The first time he tried pressing his member on me it slipped, rubbing against my clit, making me moan. He chuckled as he tried again, forcing the head of his member to breach my opening before he released it and let his hips do the work. “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groaned, voice low and raspy and perfect.

“Can’t believe I’m here with you.” I couldn’t believe it either. That’s why I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him as he held my hands on each side of my head and began to drill his cock into me, prompting moans of pleasure to escape my lips like never before.

His own eyes never left my face either so maybe that’s how he noticed that I was holding back, biting down on my lower lip in an effort to contain myself somewhat.

He let go of one of my hands to grab my cheeks, burying his fingers on them. “Scream,” he ordered, voice serious and inciting shivers down my spine. “I can’t believe I get to know your voice now, and it’s so fucking perfect. I want you to scream for me.”

Needless to say, once he let go it was all I could do.

But who could really blame me? I was overwhelmed with the way his hips seemed eager to press against mine, and how his hands ran all over my body as he murmured to himself, “You belong to me now.”

It wasn’t an order or a question. It was only really a statement, a truth I couldn’t deny as he brought me to a release that was blinding and paralyzing, right as his hips began to lose their rhythm.

“And I belong to you,” he whispered as he approached his own orgasm. “You’re the only thing I’ve got now, sugar. I’m gonna take damn good care of you.”

I could barely even think, but I had no doubt in my mind about it - just from the way he had fucked me tonight. My cunt still clenched around his cock, trying to milk his orgasm, and I knew I was close to getting what I wanted from the way his breath hitched.

It was like he couldn’t stop talking, couldn’t stop praising me as he got closer and closer to spilling inside of me. “Good girl,” he panted, hands leaving my hips to find a hold on the headboard of my bed. “Such a good girl for me.”

His words had me shaking underneath him, right when his grip tightened and his whole body tensed, his cum filling me up, warming me from the inside.

He pulled away almost immediately, and I would have whined if he hadn’t replaced his now soft cock with two of his digits, pushing his cum back into me and keeping me plugged up. I could barely stay still, body instinctively squirming away from him because of the sensitivity, but he didn’t let me get too far.

“You got nowhere to go, angel,” he chuckled, eyes still stuck on where he was touching me. “You’re all mine now. All mine.”

[salemwolfgang]

The Bed

Request: “‘There’s only 1 bed” Hannibal & Will obsessed with a fem reader.”

Pairing: Hannibal Lecter x Reader x Will Graham

Warning(s): Smut, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Slight Dom and Sub Tones, Spitting, Blow Jobs, and So So Soooo Much Fluff

A/N: It’s not as long as I originally intended but I’ll add more later when I find what I want to add. Also not entire proofread. I did read through it a few times but there could possibly still be mistakes and I’ll happily fix them later lol.

Two weeks ago, during a conversation with Hannibal, you mentioned how tired and stressed work had made you as of late. That following week he surprisingly  invited you on a trip to a cabin that he owned. He said it was further north and he usually went there a couple times throughout the year. You didn’t want to interrupt his free time but he insisted you go. He even said that ‘It would be a relaxing trip and the scenery was quite spectacular’. 

You mentioned the conversation to Will and he stated that the trip was offered to him as well. But he said that he’d only go if you did as well. The two of you decided to tell Hannibal that both of you would be delighted to go and he happily told you that he planned to leave on the fifteenth. 

The rest of the week was spent planning on what you’d pack, meal options, and any necessities that would be needed. When the day arrived you received a text from Will stating he and Hannibal were on their way to pick you up. Despite the cold that nipped at your skin, you decide to wait on your porch.

On the car ride there you ran through your list of items that you all packed twice, just to be sure that you had everything. You knew you had it all but it gave you something to do since you didn’t bring a book and your phone had no service. Hannibal wasn’t much for conversation and Will read a book that you believed was, The Measures Of Madness, which Hannibal had given to him as a gift last Christmas.

When the three of you arrived you all grabbed your luggage and headed into the cabin. Hannibal started making dinner while Will started a fire. You took everyone’s things to the back and went to put them in their rooms until you noticed that there was only one bedroom. 

“Uhh… Hannibal? Can I ask you something?” You asked as you walked back towards the kitchen.

Hannibal looked up from the carrots he was cutting and said,”Yes (Y/N)?”

“Where are the other beds? I tried looking and this place only seems to have one room…”

“Oh yes I must have forgotten. I’ve always come here alone so I never thought to have a cabin with multiple rooms that I didn’t need.” Something in his tone of voice hinted that he wasn’t telling the truth but you didn’t bother to question his response. 

“Okay, I guess I’ll just sleep on the couch.” You muttered. Not realizing that they had booth heard you.

Will said nothing but came out from the living room and walked to the bedroom. 

“Well, (Y/N), the bed seems big enough for the three of us. Why can’t we just share?” Will’s voice yelled out to you. And before you could say anything he added, “Plus the couch seems quite uncomfortable.”

Hannibal sneakily smiled and looked at you waiting for an answer. When nothing came out he said “Yes, it would be a shame if you couldn’t sleep properly while we were on our vacation. You must sleep with us, it seems to be the best option. At least try it for tonight and if you were to become to uncomfortable with it, you can sleep on the couch.”

After continuous bantering amongst the three of you on where you’d sleep, you finally agreed to sleep in the same bed. The two, grown might I add, men both made a small victory dance and you couldn’t help but giggle at their childish behavior. As the three of you ate you conversed about work, how fast the seasons seemed to change, and all recent news. At some point the topic of your love life was brought up. How exactly it came about was unclear to you but it had happened and there was no way out of it. 

“So are you...” Will cleared his throat and then continued, “interested in anyone?” 

You felt yourself begin to choke on your food at the suddenness of this question. When you managed to calm down your face noticeably heated up making the other two aware of your embarrassment. Neither made any remarks about it and waited patiently for your response.

“Well yes and no, it’s more like I’m interested in… multiple people but I highly doubt they’d care to know. I could never see myself possibly being with them, they’re too good for me. And I could never choose between them.”

Your response seemed to noticeably change something within Hannibal and Will. As you glanced up at them you could notice clear disdain on their faces. You frowned immediately afraid they had become disgusted by you and your lack of choosing between two people.

“Who are they? Is it someone from your work? Or possibly a friend of yours?” Will’s rapid fire questions surprised you. His tone let out that he was not angry at you but at whoever your “crushes” were. 

Hannibal reached out under the table and set a hand on your thigh. The grip he had made your stomach flutter and your cheeks felt warmer. He looked you in the eyes and without hesitating said, “You deserve to be cherished by whoever you desire.”

You cleared your throat and opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Will stared at you with such an intensity you were afraid he’d burst at any moment. Luckily he didn’t and instead mentioned how late it was getting and that it was about time to ready yourselves for bed.

Hannibal released his grip on your thigh and began to collect his dirtied dishes, Will and yourself followed after him. You insisted that Hannibal was given the first shower since he had made the meal and then it was decided Will would go next and you last. 

As you stood within the shower thoughts of what had occurred over dinner began to make their way back into your head. You felt so embarrassed after what had happened. What if they knew of your crushes and were just teasing you? A new thought quickly made itself known and you caught yourself leading into it. It couldn’t really be true; no, there’s no way… but perhaps they liked you back? 

You had no more time to think of it because soon the water ran cold and you had to exit the shower. Quickly you got dressed and did your usual nightly routine afterwards you headed to your… shared bedroom, the thought still made your mind blank. It was too embarrassing to think about.

When you entered the room you were surprised to find Will fast asleep. You stared at him fondly then turned your gaze upon Hannibal. As expected he was laying with a book in his hand and a small glass of wine next to him. Before you walked any further it dawned upon you that the only available space was between the two men.

Pretending as if it did not bring butterflies to your stomach, you slowly crawled in to the surprisingly soft bed. Having no other option but to rest yourself in a slightly curled position against Hannibal’s side.

Without any warning you felt Will’s hands curl around your waist and his legs move up against yours. You let out a gasp of surprise at the sudden contact but tried to relax. Hannibal then placed as hand onto of your head and began brushing your hair softly with his fingers. You had no words to describe the unexpected bliss you currently felt at the moment.

Hannibal spoke, his tone soft yet authoritative as he whispered, ”You are to remain and belong to us, only us.”

You felt hot breath against your neck as a shockingly awake Will added on to Hannibal’s words. ”Your silly crushes will have to go away, no one else can have you but us.” He then softly kissed your neck and caressed your side.

Their sudden possessiveness made you blush madly. 

Hannibal closed his book then slid himself down slightly so that his face was next to yours. He reached a hand up and placed it on your cheek and caressed your face softly with his thumb. You held your breathe as he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss upon your lips. You couldn’t help but to lean into it and you cupped his face to deepen it as you did. Hannibal took his time to part your lips slightly and move you more towards him.

As Hannibal distracted your upper half, Will began to caress your sides. His hands moved tenderly up and down your thighs and would occasionally dip between them. He let his fingers dance across your clothed area. He only stopped when he reached the edge of your underwear; he would tease you by pulling the fabric up slightly and snaked his hand between your flesh and thin panties. 

Your breath paused a moment and a soft hum left your parted lips when Will rubbed his fingers against your folds. Hannibal pressed himself against you and let out a groan as you pulled him closer. 

“She’s so needy for us.” Will taunted. The comment made you pout a little and Hannibal lips noticeably lifted in response. “Tell us what you want hun, we’ll give it to you, whatever you want just ask.”

You let out a whine at the though of using your words. It was just too embarrassing to truly tell them your desires but reluctantly you did as told. “I… I want you both inside me…” You hesitated before adding a quiet, “Please.”

“Oh so polite for us. What a good girl.” Hannibal whispered to you, more so to Will though. 

You let out a needy whine and pushed your hips both into Will’s hand and Hannibal’s hips.

“Let’s give our good girl what she so desperately wants.”

They both sat up and pulled you along with them. Quickly you undressed with them and then they had you lay your back against Will. His warm skin against yours caused you to sigh at the feeling. You almost became unaware of his length pressed against your back until you felt the tip’s precum wet your back slightly. The reminder had you drifting to thoughts of what it’d feel like to have it finally inside of you. 

Admits your distraction Hannibal had begun to crawl closer to the two of you. He brought you back to them by placing his hands onto your now bare thighs; drifting them upwards then spreading them. Once they spread he moved in closer.

Moving up he went past you and made his way to Will. He glanced down at your curious self and then moved to Will’s ear. He then began whispering low enough that you could not hear a single word and before you could even think of something to ask. Hannibal lifted his hands and grabbed a hold of Will’s jaw and roughly laid a kiss onto his lips.

Their tongues were pushed against one another and at some points a tongue would drift into one of their mouths. Will both visibly and physically showed his liking for the kiss by pushing into it and growing harder. He then let out a deep moan that caused his chest to vibrated against your back.

You could feel yourself become even more aroused and the wetness between your legs became more noticeable. You thought about reaching one of your hands down between your legs to pleasure yourself at the sight but found that Hannibal had beat you to it. One hand stayed on Will while the other made its way between your legs. He moved his fingers between your delicate folds, coating his fingers in your slickness. You loudly moaned at the contact and lifted your hips to give him more access.

When Hannibal deemed his fingers wet enough he slipped one within you and began thrusting it in and out before attempting to slowly work you up to two fingers. Your moans increased once he added a second and at that he curled his fingers slightly hitting a spot that had you’re hips pushing down on his hand for more. He then added in a third; at this point you were writhing beneath him, the warmth within your stomach quickly building. 

Just when you thought he was going to start bringing you to your climax he stopped and pulled them out. You let out a dissatisfied whine and opened your eyes to look up at him. A muffled chuckle could be heard from above and then Hannibal pull away from Will. He made his way back down to you before, in what could only be described as purring out, “Are you ready for your reward now songbird?”

You looked past Hannibal and up at Will in an almost questioning way. He nodded his head slightly as if he had known what you were asking when you yourself didn’t know. But at his sign of approval you looked back at Hannibal and  quickly nodded your head. 

At your sign of consent, Hannibal grabbed ahold of his length and made his way to your entrance. Before he put it in though he coated his head in your wetness and spit down onto your entrance. It was something you hadn’t expected but had you gasping out at the feeling. Once we deemed that he was lubricated enough, he pushed himself in.

Will ran his fingers within your hair and moved you up to kiss him; distracting you from any discomfort. His softness greatly balancing out Hannibal’s rough movements. His tongue lapped up any moan you let out and his fingers caressed your sides in a easing way.

At first his pace was slow until Will moved his hand down between your legs and gathered any of the liquids he could before teasingly circling two of his digits your sensitive clit. You cried out into his mouth and felt your legs jolt at the touch. And Hannibal took this as his queue to pick up his pace.

The heat inside you coiled more and more and you could feel yourself getting close. You started to relax your body more and your breathing slowed as well. You took in deep breathes, well as deep as you could with Will’s mouth on your’s, and felt your self give into the release. Your mouth fell open and you felt your body spasm slightly and your arms bent back and grabbed onto Will’s legs.

Hannibal slowly worked himself in and out after noticing the movements and pulsing inside of you. He moaned out as your squeezed around him and seemed to both push him out and suction him more. The contrast and feeling had him closer than he originally thought and as you came down from your high, his had grown nearer and nearer.

It was at this moment when he pulled out and began stroking himself at your entrance. His hand increase its speed and you watch as one of his hands spread your legs giving him more access. With a final groan he came onto you and ropes of cum leaked down your crevices.

As the two of you laid there breathing heavily you began to wonder what you’d do about Will. He was still hard against you and you could tell that you were to sensitive to go for a round two yet. Then an idea popped into your head that had you smiling coyly and caused you to slowly turn your body so you were now laying on him.

You leaned in and kissed him gently before you started to litter kisses all along his body. As you moved lower you would tenderly nip at his skin each caress of your teeth on his skin had him moaning quietly. Once you reached your desired destination you looked up at him from under your lashes. Eyes observing his every move to see if he was uncomfortable at all with this.

Seeing no signs of discomfort, you licked a long stripe from his base to the tip. Then you swirled your tongue around it, letting your saliva pool around him and drip down his shaft. Will set one of his hands on your head and braided his fingers into your hair. You allowed him to guide you down and you bob your head on him.

You felt movement behind you but didn’t think anything of it until a mouth connected to your now sensitive sex. Hannibal’s seemingly tongue mocked your motions and lapped up any of the mixed liquids he found. You surprisingly felt no discomfort from the delicate touches and even found yourself pushing down onto his face. Though for a moment you hesitated, thinking that’d you’d crush him if any further pressure was applied, but hands wrapped around your hips and pushed your down more.

Your moans sent vibrations through your mouth and onto Will’s cock. Eventually leading to an even louder response from the man above. He praised you when he wasn’t practically crying out. The praises were nothing wild but they were enough to make you feel light headed and adored. Your favorite phrase that he had muttered was most likely, “Holy fuck princess, you look and feel so good with your mouth around me. Just like the good girl you are.”

After a few minutes you noticed that he had begun to move your head faster and his hips began to lift, which you assumed was his attempt to get in deeper. You ended up gagging a few times and found yourself drooling, what felt like,  pools around him. Then suddenly the movements became sloppier and less controlled. At some point you gave up all control to him and instead focused on moving your hips more to get more pleasure out of Hannibal’s mouth.

You felt the familiar warmth inside your stomach coil and twist about and right as that feeling made itself known Will came hard inside your mouth. To your surprise, you ended up swallowing every ounce, not letting a single drop spill. And as you did so, your second orgasm ran through your body. Your muscles shook a little at another rush of euphoria.

Slowly you removed your sore jaw off of Will and pulled your hips up and off of Hannibal’s face. Strings of saliva stuck you two will for mere seconds before they broke and as you glanced up at Will you noticed his dark red face and giggled at the sight. You had never seen him more embarrassed from something then now. It was, somehow, quite adorable. 

You couldn’t help but reach up and place your hands on his warm cheeks and pull him in for a tender kiss. Something about the way you kissed him felt so sweet and pure, despite the sinful acts you three had committed. And you couldn’t find it in you to pull away. You stayed with your lips on his for a moment or two and then slowly separated. 

After a brief moment of silence and stillness, large hands made their way around you and wrapped themselves around your hands. With a seemingly no hesitation, they guided both you and Will back onto the bed. As you had moved down, you removed your hands from Will’s face and instead placed them around his arms and on his back.  

You pulled him closer to Hannibal and yourself and rested your head next to his chest. Your legs tangled with Hannibal’s and one of his hands reached out to set on Will. You had thought a bit about how natural all of this had seemed. It was quite odd that none of you had spoken yet but you said nothing about it.

And as your eyes slowly shut you whispered out a barely audible, “Goodnight.” and fell asleep before you could hear them mutter the same word.  

[wiypt-writes]

Sunny Side Up

Summary: Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, right? And for Mike, there’s no better way to start it than by eating his favourite thing, ever.

Pairing: Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Brief mentions of drug addiction- nothing graphic. Language!

A/N: So this was what popped into my head after seeing @imanuglywombat​ post that damned latest Sex Position as part of her downright filthy and wonderful “Is That Even A Sex Position” weekly challenge. This position is called “The Special Breakfast”. See here for more information. And you can totally blame @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ for this one. I wasn’t gonna write it but…yeah, I did. Sorry not sorry.  I’ve tried to make the reader as non-descript and as inclusive as I can but I don’t usually do reader x fics so I apologise if it hasn’t quite hit the mark.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader.  By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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“No, that’s not the same, at all.” Mike’s voice drifted up the hallway of you house as you closed the door behind you, shutting out the bitter January wind that has descended over Dover. “Yeah, well they signed up to the terms so....”

You glanced at your watch, it wasn’t even seven-AM yet and he was already on to someone about the current case he was working. But then, that was Mike all over. An addict, only now you were glad to say the only thing flooding his system was adrenaline and passion for his work.

You hung your jacket up on the pegs by the door, unwrapped your woollen scarf from round your neck and placed that over the hook above your jacket and then reached down to unzip you boots, before toeing them off. Your sock clad feet padded down the wooden floor of the hall towards the kitchen and you walked in to see Mike was bent over a file on the island in the middle, already dressed for the office.

“Clause ninety-one, paragraph twenty, sub-bullet two. Yup. We’ll present that to them today, give them chance to respond.” He paused for a moment, his head turning to you, a warm smile spreading across his face as you leaned over for a quick peck before you headed to the fridge for a soda. “Yeah. Okay, no problem, see you about half eight.”

With that he placed the cordless phone down and turned to face you.

“Morning, Baby.” He grinned, before he nodded to the Diet Coke in your hand. “Interesting choice of drink for breakfast.”

“Technically it’s not my breakfast time.” You shrugged back. “More like dinner, I suppose.”

Mike chuckled as he crossed to space towards you, his hands falling to your hips before he bent down and brushed his lips against yours in a hardly there kiss. “Good shift?”

“A heart attack, car accident, two broken legs, couple of flu cases and a shit tonne of idiotic drunks, the finest Delaware has to offer.” You shrugged. “Usual shit.”

“I don’t know how you do it, Dr Y/L/N”

“Lucky for you I do, or we’d have never met.”

“And I’d be dead.”

“Don’t.” You shook your head, swallowing a little. The memory of that night almost eighteen months ago was still raw. If you hadn’t stopped by at Mike’s that evening following an argument the pair of you had earlier in the day, you’d never have found him almost dead from an overdose. It had been a long road to recovery, and whilst nothing was ever proven, Mike and Paul were convinced that it was something to do with the safety needle case they had been working. Despite the fact that there was enough heroin in his system to stop his heart, Mike swore blind to you he hadn’t taken anything but a few lines that night, and there was something about the way he said it that made you believe him. And so did Paul.

The authorities never managed to prove anything, but there was one good thing to come out of it. When you had broken down and told Mike how scared you’d been that he was going to die and that you couldn’t cope anymore with the constant fear that one day he would kill himself for real, it gave Mike the final kick he needed because he didn’t want to lose you.

So he got clean. And this time he did it for good.

It wasn’t easy, for either of you. Once he was medically fit enough, Mike had been placed on a programme at a Rehab Centre, whereby he saw no one bar trained medical specialists and councillors for six weeks. It felt like the longest six weeks of your life but he did it. And when you went to pick him up, you instantly burst into tears at how different he looked, how better he looked, how healthy he looked.

The road to recovery is a long one, paved with temptations, you knew that being a Doctor. And whilst Mike knew and understood his triggers thanks to his programme, those temptations met him everywhere, especially because he knew exactly where and how to get his fix. So the pair of you agreed to take a fresh start. You traded Texas for Delaware, the State you were originally from, and you were beyond proud to be able to honestly state that Mike Weiss had been clean now for eighteen months. Well, apart from alcohol that is. But even that was enjoyed in moderation, and to be honest, you’d rather him sit at home with a glass or two of bourbon each night that sticking fuck knows what into his veins.

You cocked your head to one side as his hands flexed on your hip and he gave you a little side smile. “Sorry. Oh, hey guess who I got a call from?”

“Who?” You asked as he stepped back, grinning.

“The Alligator Farm. Snappy’s got himself a lady friend. They’re gonna send me some photos and stuff.”

You smiled, giving up that beloved alligator had been a hard sell to Mike. “That’s great.”

“Yeah. Oh and Paul was thinking of coming over with the family in the spring. I said they could stay here, I know it’ll be a squeeze but is that okay?”

“Course it is.” You reached up to cup his cheek. “It’ll be lovely to see them again.”

Mike smiled and dropped another kiss to your lips, this one slightly stronger before you pat his chest as he rest his forehead against yours.

“I need to go shower.”

“Want me to come join you?” He asked, eyebrow raised and you smiled.

“As good as that sounds there’s something else I want more.”

“Oh yeah?” He grinned, his eyes flickering down to the buttons on your blouse and you laughed.

“Calm down, Stud. I want pancakes and bacon, I don’t give a shit what time it’s supposed to be for me.”

Mike groaned as you moved away from where you’d been stood with your back to the large, stainless steel fridge and headed out of the room. He watched you go, the gently sway of your hips in your well fitted black pants made his groin twitch. He was half tempted to fuck your demands and go and jump you in the shower whether you wanted him to or not, but he’d seen the flicker your face had given when you’d described how your twelve-hour shift had gone down. Despite your blasé tone, he knew you too well and understood exactly how tired and stressed you were feeling. So, instead, he turned his attention to making breakfast.

Something he prided himself on was his cooking ability. He’d picked it up pretty fast since you’d moved here, he found it was a welcome distraction, so much so you very rarely made meals now, bar when you insisted on doing a roast which he never argued against.  Within fifteen minutes he had a stack of pancakes, bacon, eggs- sunny side up, as you preferred- all laid out on the island and ready for you to help yourself to. He’d just poured you an orange juice when you walked back into the kitchen, hair piled on your head in a messy bun, wrapped in a dressing gown and he was pleased to see you looked relaxed.

“Oh, Mikey, this looks great!” You smiled as he wrapped an arm round you, kissing your head. He watched as you helped yourself to a huge plateful before making your way over to the table and sitting down with a sigh. Mike tucked his tie into his shirt to avoid it dropping into his food and plated himself a helping up before he sat down at the place next to you, cracking his neck slightly. The pair of you chatted about the day ahead, which for you consisted of sleeping until it was time to get up for your next shift, Mike’s contained a meeting with a company who he was currently in the process of negotiating a settlement with on behalf of a client. When you’d finished, Mike made to clear away the dishes but you gently placed your hand on his arm and stood up, insisting on doing it as he’d cooked.

When you returned to the table, Mike pushed his chair back slightly and patted his knee.

“Come ‘ere.” He smiled softly and you grinned, settling yourself on his lap sideways, your arm looping round his shoulder, fingers gently playing with his suspenders. He gave a contented sigh as he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your head, happy to simply be close to you for a moment.

“You doing okay?” You asked and he smiled, your words carrying that hidden meaning- ‘Do you want a fix, today?’

“I’m good, Babes.” He pulled back to look at you. “I promise.”

Smiling you gently placed your lips on his in a soft kiss, which soon became heated as Mike’s hand slid up to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his tongue slid along your bottom lip. He was pleased when you reciprocated, opening your mouth slightly to allow him in. He could taste the sweetness of the syrup on you from your pancakes and, as your tongue gently swirled against his, he let out a little groan from the back of his throat and he felt you smile.

“How long till you have to be in the office?” Your voice was lower than you’d intended, betraying exactly what you had in mind and Mike grinned at you, pulling back a little, as he glanced up at the clock.

“Just over forty-five minutes, why?”

You bit your lip, fingers toying once more with his suspenders which were clipped to the waistband of his light, grey trousers and sat over a maroon shirt, set off with a black tie. “Do I gotta spell it out to you, Weiss?”

“No, I just like hearing you beg.” A cheeky glint flashed in his eyes and you gave a snort.

“I do not beg.”

“Really?” He arched an eyebrow and in a swift moment he stood up, causing you to give a shriek of a giggle as he sat you on the table in front of him. “I bet,” he pushed on your shoulders causing you to rest your weight on your elbows as he loomed over you, gently reaching for the tie on your robe, “that I can have you singing my name and begging for more,” his hands made quick work of the knot and pulled it open, before his fingers slid up the front, opening it to leave you bare in front of him, “in less than five minutes flat.”

“Less than five minutes?” You looked up at him, his eyes blown with lust and you smirked. “You’re so full of shit.”

He wasn’t though, you knew full well that you were the one full of shit. Mike had on many an occasion had you crying his name in less time than it took you to sing a verse of the National Anthem, and he knew it as the cocky expression on his face showed.

“Oh, Baby Girl.” He chuckled, bending over, his mouth brushing against that spot on your neck, the bristles of his short beard scratching your skin. “Have you learnt nothing, yet?”

“Only that you’re a cocky little bastard.” You tried to keep your voice level but it didn’t work. Your words came out a shaky whisper as one of his hands gently splayed on your stomach and brushed up your body to your sternum as he peppered hot, opened mouthed kisses across your collar bone, before his lips ghosted up your neck, over your chin and his mouth claimed yours in a searing kiss as his hand palmed at your breast. As he rolled your nipple between his finger and thumb you gave a moan and he smirked against your mouth.

Suddenly, he was gone from over you and you frowned, missing his sudden presence and you propped yourself up on your elbows to see him settling back in the chair by the table.

“Mike, what the-“

You were cut off as he reached over, grabbing your ass and hoisting your pelvis up, pulling you towards him. Before you could register what was going on, your legs were over his shoulders and you just caught a glimpse of his face, as he quirked an eyebrow at you, lips curled upwards in that maddeningly smug bastard grin, before his mouth was trailing up the inside of your thigh.

“Oh, Jesus.” You let out a little groan as he neared the place you now desperately wanted him and he chuckled.

“No, just me.”

“Fuck off you-“ But whatever it was you were going to call him flew from your mind as his tongue licked up your sex, and grazed against your clit, teasing it with quick, hardly there flicks which, you were ashamed to say, had you riled up something feral. His hands palmed at your ass, his fingers curling round the outside of your thighs as he quickened his movements, his mouth expertly devouring you, tongue flicking into your entrance as his lips circled that sensitive nub, giving a suck that made you cry out, your back arching off the table, pushing yourself further onto his face.

Mike let out a chuckle which vibrated exquisitely against you and you gasped again, your hands slapping onto the cool surface of the table, fingernails feeling the grain of the wood as he upped his efforts dramatically, lips and tongue teasing you in a way that was so delectable it was teetering along that fine line between pain and pleasure. His mouth expertly devoured every inch of you, from your inner and outer pussy lips to the depths of your walls, tongue fucking you like you he was starving, despite the breakfast the pair of you had eaten moments ago.

“Fuck, Mike, I need…” Your voice was croaky, the words sounded far off as they bounced around your lust addled brain and once again he chuckled.

“I told you.”

“Yeah, yeah you arrogant sh-oooh fuck!” You cried as he gently nipped your clit. “Shit!”

You were willing yourself to remain grounded, wanting to prove him wrong but you couldn’t. You couldn’t fight the urge you felt to ride over the edge which was building like a fire inside you. When his mouth was over you completely once more, tongue deep, you felt him move one of his hands and his thumb pressed against your clit, before the pressure eased off and his tongue slipped away.

"Okay, okay you win, Mike, please for the love of God!” You groaned and with a final, maddeningly smug chuckle he dove back in, only this time when you felt your orgasm brewing he didn’t stop. One of your hands flew to his hair, pulling lightly on his soft, spiky strands and he gave a growl as you tugged, his efforts doubling once more as his beard scratched against your sensitive pussy and inner thighs. The coil in your belly was tightening, your entire body quivered and with a final flick of his tongue you gave a cry as your orgasm crashed over you. Your toes curled into his back just below his shoulders, your own back arched as your walls clamped down over nothing, the room fading out as everything went silent and the lights erupted in front of your eyes, your entire body feeling like you were floating.

Mike grinned, guiding you through your release before he stood up, pulling you further to the end of the table as he undid the flies on his trousers, freeing his painfully hard erection. The swollen head of his dick gently swirled around your folds before he buried himself inside you, groaning as he felt you fluttering around him in the after throes of your orgasm. You let out a low groan and finally opened your eyes, looking up at him as he pounded into you, fully clothed, those fucking suspenders that drove you wild still looped over his shoulders.  

He slid one, large hand under your back and pulled you up causing you to cry out as he drove deeper into you, his hand on the base of your back pulling you up and towards him as he dipped his head to give you a dirty, sloppy kiss whilst he rolled and thrust into you. Then His lips moved down, nipping at your neck, his breath hot on your ear as your head fell back, a low moan rumbling in his throat.

“God, I love seeing you like this, fucking wrecked all because of me.” His panted words made you groan even more as the heat in your groin was beginning to mount again. “Makes me higher than any fucking drug ever could.”

His thrusts continued, hard, deep, and you felt his dick throbbing inside you as he drove up against your spot, his lips back on yours as he kissed you hard, swallowing the pants and whimpers you were making as you began to teeter on that cliff edge again. With a deep roll of his hips you let out a low wail and came, once more, your core spasmed around him as your entire body tingled, and that was enough for him to follow you. With a powerful thrust he stiffened, a low grunt stuttering from his lips as he pulsed inside of you, his hips growing sloppy before they stopped completely. His chest heaving, he pressed his forehead to yours, the pair of you gasping for breath as you came down from your high.

“Shit, Mike.” You managed to stutter as he grinned, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck. “That was…”

“Yeah, I was pretty good.” He chuckled and you slapped his arm as he moved and pulled out of you. You straightened your robe and stood up, wincing as you felt his release trickled down your inner thigh.

“I need another shower.” You grumbled, before you glanced at his crotch, the damp patch where he’d pressed against you was clear as day. “And you should probably change your trousers.”

Mike glanced down before his eyes met you, and he shrugged. “Maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll go into the office like this and then every time I see it I’ll be reminded exactly what a damned good breakfast I had this morning.”

You blinked before you shook your head, scoffing. “You’re gross.”

He laughed. “You love it, Sweetheart.”

“I love you.” You corrected, your hands sliding up over his shoulders and he smiled, a pure, innocent smile that made him look like a schoolboy before he took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply, pulling away, his nose bumping against yours.

“I love you too.” He whispered, his eyes locking onto yours. “Now go, before I decide to play hooky for the day.”

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Weiss.” You smirked, before with one final quick peck you left the room.

Mike watched you go, before he ran his hands through his hair and turned to glance around the kitchen, his eyes falling to the table he’d just fucked you senseless on.

He should probably clean that before he went to work…

[spinster-sisters]

Crush. PSH, JYN

TW: dom! Seonghwa, sub! Yunho, sub! Reader,threesome, exhibitionism, degradation (use of the words slut and whore), bondage (male receiving), Sir kink, overstim (kinda, idk how much counts as overstim but im putting it here anyway), excessive use of the word wet, panty kink, buldging, k so heres the deal, in this thing yunho has a crush on both the reader and seonghwa and seongwha is probably also attracted to men based on the way i wrote this but there is no actually mxm interaction PHYSICALLY, also fun fact at no point anywhere in this is there the letters Y/N cuz i have decided i hate that shit and istead u get excessive pet names.

WC: 4k

AN: this is 4k words of pure smut, like plot if you SQUINT right at the begnining but even that is pretty smutty. ngl its prettyy shit. im sorry lol. also this isnt specifically idolverse or nah, it could kinda go either way so thats that i guess.

Yunho had always had a crush on you, that much everyone knew, but when you and seonghwa began dating Yunho had decided to put his own feelings aside out of respect for both you and seonghwa. Maybe it worked for a while, a few months of being genuinely happy for his two friends finding love. Yeah, it was hard seeing one of his best friends get to touch you and talk to you in the way he wanted to, but the smiles that never left either of your faces were well worth it.

But then that night came.

He hadn't meant to see it. All of your friends had gone out to a crowded club, there was dancing and a lot of drinking. But with all the chaos of the night, nobody noticed when you and seonghwa slipped into the bathroom. A while later Yunho found himself needing to pee and made his way to the back of the club as well, but when he pushed open the door all thoughts of his original plans had left. There you were, spread out on the counter, chest heaving, tiny drops of sweat making their way down your neck. And there was seonghwa, standing between your legs slamming his hips into yours and a brutal pace, absolutely RUINING you. His back was to the door and your eyes were screwed shut, Yunho had only opened the door just far enough to see in so neither of the two of you had noticed him yet.

Yunho's first reaction was to close the door and pretend he hadn't seen anything, but he couldn't move, not once he heard the filth spewing seonghwas lips.

"My baby girl got so needy she needed me to fuck her with all of her friends around? What a little slut"

That was the first thing Yunho heard, and then whine that the words pulled out of you was damn near-pornographic, and it went straight to his dick. He only stood there for a few more moments before closing the door, but the damage had been done.

Did you guys fuck like this all the time? It felt so wrong, the perfect lovey-dovey couple Yunho had come to know were hiding such a dirty side to themselves.

Ever since that night, nothing has been the same. Yunho's thoughts of you turned more and more sinful than they had ever been, but there was something else. At first, Yunho thought it had just been the embarrassment of seeing such a private moment, but Yunho was now having the same amount of trouble meeting Seonghwas eyes as yours. Every time Yunho's mind drifted back to that moment Seonghwas figure was just as clear as yours, and although he didn't want to admit it, it was seonghwas words in the bathroom that made Yunho hard.

And that is how Yunho had come to discover that he had a crush and not one, but both of you. And almost every time Yunho took time to relive himself all he could image was seonghwas sharp and defined features manipulating your soft and supple ones into increasingly compromising positions, his calm voice eliciting those same desperate whines from you.

He knew this was fucked.

Yunho doesn't know at what point seonghwa became aware of his infatuation with himself and his girlfriend, maybe he had noticed him in the bathroom and chosen not to say anything, maybe mingi had told him one night in a slip of the tongue, maybe Yunho had told seonghwa himself while drunk. Either way, it all lead him to this moment. He was sitting in your bedroom with his back pressed into a wooden chair with seonghwa standing behind him binding his wrist together with a soft scarf you had lying around.

You sat on your bed observing the scene. This had all been seonghwa's idea, but you were more than willing. That being said watching your perfectly composed boyfriend secure the taller boy who had been stripped down to his boxers to a chair facing your bed was enough to have your face burning in the chilly room.

Seonghwa finished with the restraint and made his way in front of Yunho, who was already damn near star-eyed. Seonghwa reached out and clenched the man's jaw, forcing his eyes up to meet his own.

"Remember Yunho, you are here to watch. Not to touch. No matter how much you want to," seonghwa spoke in that calm domineering voice he reserved for moments like these. Yunho nodded eagerly as well as he could while his face was still in seonghwas grasp, his cheeks puffing out a little at the pressure.

Seonghwa let go of his face and ran his hand once through the younger boys' hair approvingly before both of their gazes fell on you.

You had been waiting patiently in the sweetest little lingerie set you could find. Seonghwa was still fully clothed, but he had a thing about having you look as pretty as possible before fucking you so hard you cried. With both of their attention now firmly on you, the cold of the room couldn't seem any further away, and with every step, seonghwa made twords you, you couldn't help but clench your thighs together in anticipation.

Finally, he stood before you, looking so beautiful it was unfair, close enough you could reach out and touch him. But you didn't, you knew better.

Seonghwa gave a wicked smirk at your sweet expectant face. The stage was finally set, and it was time for the show. He looked contemplative for a moment, before deciding on his first move.

"Lay back for me, baby"

You did exactly that, allowing your head to hit the soft blankets. Never breaking eye contact, however hard it was as your boyfriend looked ready to absolutely devour you. Careful not to block anything from Yunho's view seonghwa slowly climbed onto the bed on top of you using his hips to keep your legs in place and his arms coming down to cage your top half. He moved his head to your ear and spoke in his smoothest softest voice.

"Remember to be good sweetheart, we have a guest and I don't want to waste time punishing you tonight."

You whimper out a quiet "ok" before seonghwa placed a soft kiss on your temple. And he didn't stop there, your boyfriend only pulled back for a brief moment to observe your flushed face before diving back in.

Seonghwa was organized and neat in most aspects of life, but kissing was not one of them. His kisses are hard and wet. His exceptionally plump lips forced yours to follow his lead, prying your mouth open, nipping, and sucking at anything he could. Wet was the perfect word to describe it. Wet and amazing. Normally you would have waited for permission to touch him before swinging your arms around his neck pulling him closer but when his tongue found its way into your mouth toying with your own you needed someone to ground yourself.

To your surprise seonghwa had no objection to this instead threading his left hand through your hair pulling your head close as well, letting out a deep grunt in the process. His lips began to travel down to your neck and jaw, and now the sloppiness turned a little rougher. Seonghwa took a small break to speak, barely lifting his lips off your body but his voice still carried loud and clear.

" Don't hold back your sweet little cries, I'm sure Yunho would love to hear them"

Your mouth now free to cry out little by little at the way the cold air made contact with your now burning skin every time he moved. He was covering your skin in small red patches that would surely turn dark purple by tomorrow. You braced yourself on his shoulders when his lips came to rest of the swell of your chest. Seonghwas right had found its way under your knee lifting it a bit and caressing the underside of your thigh. You had finally become used to the sensation of his mouth on your body when he bit down. Hard.

You damn near choked. You threw your head back as a deep whine spilled sinfully out of you much louder than you intended. But it wasn't just you that was making noises, a deep guttural groan could be heard in harmony with your own from across the room. It was only then did you finally dare to turn your head to where Yunho sat. And you almost wished you didn't. The tall boy sat as hunched over as he could be, positively panting with desire his eyes staring, unblinking, and where you and your boyfriend were tangled together. Your eyes locked, Yunho was staring at you with so much hunger your heat throbbed, and your thighs clenched together. Seonghwas words cut through the tension bringing your attention back to him.

"My baby is so eager, looking so pretty as wrapped up for me. Just waiting for me to pull her apart."

You instinctively nodded.

"Yes, please. I'll be good I promise" you pleaded vacantly, still gripping your boyfriend for support. Seonghwas's right hand began to slide its way up the underside of your leg before moving around till he was palming the inside your leg.

"I know darling, I know you will"

A knowing smile graced his lips before he unhooked the clasp on your pretty bra, sliding it down your shoulders. You held your breath as he pulled himself back to sit on his heels still caressing your leg dangerously close to where you were currently making a mess of your nicest panties.

Seonghwa would never admit that he had a panty kink, but seeing you laid out for him in nothing but the thin little soaked scrap of fabric was scratching an itch that he didn't even know he had. He just had to take a moment to appreciate it.

Seonghwa turned his head twords Yunho. And speaking in that same clear strong voice.

"Yunho"

The boys eyed shaped up to meet seonghwas. Yunho, aside for the occasional moan or groan and been relatively silent up until that point. He looks at seonghwa expectantly. Your boyfriend sighed. Shaking his head for a moment.

"Yunho, when I talk to you I expect words." As he spoke seonghwa tightened his grip on your thigh, you let out a tiny moan. Yunho's eyes flashed to your thigh for a moment before realizing his distraction then flying back to seonghwas face. It was like he couldn't get the word out fast enough.

"Yes?" The word tumbled from his lips haphazardly.

"Yes, what?" Your boyfriend responded, clearly unamused, a scowl making its way onto his face.

Yunho visibly panicked, eyes darting around the room quickly. He didn't know what he missed. He looked at you for help. You knew what he missed, but you had no way of telling him.

"Umm," he began, still searching for the answer. Just when seonghwa looked like he was about to cut in a look of realization hit Yunho. He remembered the night not too long ago that he had come home from dinner, expecting the house to be quiet only to hear a specific word scream from your lips as he passed seonghwas room.

"Yes, sir?" Yunho asked, his eyes wide and pleading.

Seonghwa couldn't help his look of satisfaction.

"Good boy,"

The words made Yunho's face light up.

"Now Yunho, what would you like to see?" Your boyfriend asked. This question clearly took Yunho by surprise.

"Come on, I know you have been imagining me and my doll doing all kinds of things," as he spoke his hand finally slipped inside your panties. Two cold fingers sliding between your folds. You shudder out a gasp. You were wet, unbelievably so. It took so little for his fingers to slip through your slick, toying with you like he had done so many times before.

Yunho momentarily lost his focus on seonghwa instead looking at the imprint of his hand through the fabric. He looked starved. But his eyes returned to seonghwa once again.

"So, what is it. What was your favorite thing to imagine when you touch yourself." As he spoke his fingers began to make slow tight circles to your clit. You moaned out again and grasped wildly for a moment to ground yourself against the blankets.

Yunho once again looked at a loss for words, this time unable to peel his eyes away from the dark stain in your panties and the forearm connected to the hand in them.

Yunho licked his lips slowly before tearing his eyes away to look at seonghwa. He spoke slowly, his words were shaky but certain.

"Please, just fuck her. Hard, like you, always do." He looks embarrassed by his choice, but your heart leaped at the idea, you wanted seonghwa inside you right at that very moment. He was slowly working you into an orgasm and he had barely even done anything yet.

"Really? Is that all you want?" Your boyfriend asked. "No special requests?" The circles on your bud speed slightly as he spoke. Your legs began twitching with every stroke. You had been so wound up this whole time that along with every jerk a small whine was seeping past your lips.

"Please, just," Yunho took a moment to gather his thoughts " please, I just want to see what you both look like when you ruin her."

Seonghwa looked at the boy pensively for a moment.

"Ruin her?" Your boyfriends intense gazed finally made its way back to you "that I can do" and almost exactly as his sentence finished your first wave of orgasm crashed over you. You were now spilling whines freely and rocking your hips into your boyfriend's large hands. You closed your eyes tight for a few moments. Before thinking about the exchange that just took place. Ruin you? Seonghwa was a serious man when he wanted to be, and if he promised to ruin you, you knew he would. And honestly, it was a little scary.

Finally, you opened your eyes. Your boyfriend had been watching you through your high, not stopping his hand and now that you were coming down a dull pain replaced began to radiate up from your core. You reached down to grab his wrist

"Wait. Please-" you began to plead, looking into your boyfriend's eyes, but your words were cut off.

"Well, Yunho. If I'm going to ruin her I'm going to have to prepare her. Wouldn't want her to break" you whined at his words as his hand began to speed up once again over your extra sensitive nub. He then glanced over at the boy who seemed just as transfixed by your pleasure-filled face as seonghwa. "unless you want that"

"Please," was all Yunho could force out "I just want to see"

Seonghwa finally pulled his hand out from the ruined fabric. Despite the numbing pain that came from his handy work you were already missing the sensation and your hand on his wrist tightened again.

Seonghwa let out a sigh.

"Sweetheart, how am I supposed to let Yunho see what I can do to you if you still have these panties on," he asked in a disappointed tone. You reluctantly released his wrist.

Seonghwa finally found the time to pull his sweater over his head, tousling his hair in the process. Now it was both you and Yunho gawked. It was something both you and Yunho had seen a thousand times, but there was still something awe-inspiring about the way he looked kneeling over you with his bare golden honey skin on display.

If seonghwa noticed the stares he didn't address them as he moved to pull your ruined panties down your legs. The anticipation was clear on Yunho's face as the wet fabric slowly made its way down your legs. Finally, he pulled them off the tip of your toes. Because of you and seonghwas position, Yunho still couldn't see your heat. To your surprise, seonghwa stood up quickly from the bed. Your panties still between his fingers. He looked at Yunho.

"You want them?" He asked letting them dangle from his hand that was still glistening with your juices. Yunho choked out a "yes, sir"

Satisfied with his answer seonghwa walked over to the man, leaned over him, and slipped the fabric into his bound hands.

Your boyfriend then returned to you on the bed, but instead of climbing on top of you, he sat down beside you.

"Open up baby"

It may be a bit late in the game, but you were finally coming to terms with what is happening. Yunho, one of your closest friends is about to watch you get fucked by your boyfriend, you had to look away from the man at the sudden realization. Slowly, you opened your legs and you heard the sharp intake of breath that could only be from Yunho.

"What do you think?" Your boyfriend asked pulling your legs apart even more. You shut your eyes tight, feeling embarrassed.

"It's pretty" was all Yunho could Say. You flushed even deeper.

"I know, isn't it? My baby has such a pretty pussy" you choked.

"Open your eyes sweetheart, I want to look at you"

Slowly you opened them, still keeping your gaze firmly on your boyfriend's face.

"No need to be embarrassed sweetheart. You look so cute" seonghwa said in a coo.

Seonghwas hand slipped further between your legs, spreading you open for Yunho to see. You couldn't help but sneak a glance at the man. He was almost drooling, as he licked his lips.

"She tastes amazing," seonghwa says dipping a finger into your still sensitive heat. You felt yourself twitch.

"Normally I would spend hours eating her sweet little cunt, but that wasn't what you wanted to see" seonghwa spoke with false regret. Honestly, Yunho looked right now like there was nothing else in the world he would rather witness but everyone knew he had already made his choice.

Your boyfriend finally decided to push 2 fingers into you all at once. You whined out at the sudden intrusion.

"I have to get her ready first, I hope you don't mind" seonghwa spoke with a chuckle. Because no, with a view like that how could Yunho mind watching your boyfriend's two long fingers push in and out of you over and over again each time bringing a little more wetness out of you.

At this point you were gone, the pleasant stretched of the familiar fingers moving inside of you was like a mantra pulling small noises from you like a song. Seonghwa was brushing the inside of your walls oh so perfect if was unfair.

"She is always so wet, pulsing around my finger with so little work. What a little slut." Your eyes shot open with a moan at his words. His pace quickened. With your still heightened sensitivity, you already felt your stomach tighten.

"Oh. Do you like that? Like it when I call you my slut?"

"Yes, sir"

"Do you like being a little whore for me?"

"Yes, sir"

"Do you want me to fuck you in front of our friend, just so he can see how much of a slut you are?" At that, you locked eyes with Yunho across the room.

"Yes please sir, please show him how much of a slut I am for you" Yunho lurched forward for the first time, his dick straining so hard against his boxers it must be painful.

Seonghwa leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the forehead,

"Good girl"

Finally, seonghwa focused all his energy on bringing on your next orgasm. Pressing deliciously against that special spot inside you while his thumb returned to your pulsing clit. You were already so far gone that it only took a few more direct strokes for you to come tumbling down once again.

This one lasted much longer than the first. And once again seonghwa prolonged it as long as possible by not stopping his hand once throughout the whole time. The pleasure came on waves, washing over you with so much intensity it was all you could do to keep moaning so loud the neighbors could hear you.

Finally, when he pulled his fingers out you took a moment to catch your breath. But it wasn't long before it was stolen again by seonghwa sticking each finger in his mouth one at a time a sucking them clean, never once breaking eye contact with the boy in the chair.

"Hmm, sweet" was all he said, before standing from the bed once again and undoing his belt. Seonghwa pushed his hair back before undoing his jeans and pulling them down his legs. At last, he stood in nothing but his black boxers. If you weren't struggling so hard to keep your eyes open after your climax you would have ogled but Yunho's hungry eyes were wide and fixed on the impressive size of the tent in your boyfriend boxers. Seonghwa spared him a glace before chuckling.

Your boyfriend turned completely to Yunho and pulled down the boxers as well. You knew what was there, so you understand the feeling Yunho was having to lick his lips like that. Yunho's arms once again lurched forward.

"Remember, no touching" was all seonghwa said before turning back to you. He says down on the bed beside you once again

"Come sit on my lap baby,"

You almost groaned. You felt like you could barely move and you would much rather he take you just as you are, but you know better than to fight him.

Seonghwa positioned you both facing Yunho, so he could have the perfect view of you both.

You tried to keep your self as steady as possible as lined himself up under you. Your muscles protested as you held yourself up. Finally, seonghwa took hold of your hips and pushed you down onto him all at once. The two of you both let out a satisfied groan. Your pussy felt used and abused but at that moment all you could think about was how nice it felt to be full. Your head fell back onto your boyfriend's shoulder almost immediately.

"Awe, do I make you feel that good, baby? You like it when I fill you up that much?"

"Yes, sir, I love being full. Love it when you fill me up." Your words were slurred together but loud. Seonghwa, using his grip on your hips. Helped you lift yourself only to be pulled back down again.

"Holy fuck" Yunho spoke in a quiet tone, watching where your boyfriend's dick was now disappearing inside of you.

"Don't use that kind of language" seonghwa spat out while staring to set a fast and deliberate pace, his focus instead on fucking you to tears.

"I'm sorry sir, it's just-" he seemed to be at a loss for words. " I can see you in her tummy"

At that seonghwa chuckled again. He took your hand and lead it to the spot on your stomach you could feel him inside you.

"I know, my baby is such a slut she isn't satisfied until I fill her up this much."

All of these words were filtering in and out of your ears but all you could focus on was the feeling of seonghwas dick moving inside of you. You were so sensitive after two orgasms not so long ago that your body felt utterly spent but every single time seonghwa trusted up into you felt like you could cry at how good it felt. It hurt, yes it hurt, seonghwa was big, that's why he spent so much time working you up, but even with that, you could still feel him stretching out your wall in the most delicious way. Every time he pushed all the way into you could almost cry at the sensation, not to mention how he rubbed against every spot inside of you in the perfect way. You were a mess of whines and cries and tears.

"She's crying" Yunho spoke in a shaking voice.

Seonghwa brushed your hair away from your face, looking at the tears streaming on your face. Your boyfriend placed feather-light kisses against your cheeks where the tears streamed down. A stark contrast to the brutal pace he was drilling his hips into your cunt.

You were clenching madly against him and he couldn't help but chuckles, though it was now somewhat airy as he was nearing his own climax.

"You gonna come, baby?" He asked.

"Mmhmm" you whined, head still rolled back as he fucked into your relentlessly. You were so close, every time he pushed back into you you cried out wanting him to make you come so fucking bad.

Seonghwa took told of your chin with one hand and forced your head forward making you lock eyes with Yunho. He looks almost as fucked out as you probably did. Forehead sweating, chest heaving, dick twitching. The sight made you clenched down hard.

"Who knew my sweet little baby, want people to watch her get fucked like a whore." you clenching tears streaming down faster than ever. The hand not holding your chin found your clit and once again began rubbing slow but rough circles onto the bud. You were so full and so close, and knowing that Yunho was seeing you like this, looking him in the eye while seonghwa fucked you almost made you come.

"What do you think Yunho? Should I let my little slut come?" He asked pinching your bud and delivering a particularly hard thrust. You gagged on the drool spilling from your mouth.

" yes, please sir, please make her cum!: Yunho almost shouted, looking crazed.

"You heard him slut. Cum."

And that was all it took. You were shaking and writhing on top of your boyfriend, head and eyes rolled back and your eyes saw stars. Waves don't even being to describe the way pleasure was moving through your body.

"Sir, it feels so good" was all you could say between the cries, and yes you were crying for real now. Short of losing consciousness, you were gone to the world. Lost in the feeling.

It took you several minutes to realize that seonghwa was still fucking you. But once you did you jerked painfully.

"No, no please" fell past your dry lips. As you moved to sit up. But seonghwas had kept you in place.

"You're not going anywhere baby, I still haven't cum yet and I am going to right in your little pussy."

It hurt, and you were crying, but all you wanted to do was be a good girl for seonghwa so you stayed put, letting him use you. You looked up at Yunho, your eyes glossy, mouth hanging open, probably covered in bruises as you always were when seonghwa fucks you.

Yunho moaned out, straining against the fabric keeping him tied to the chair.

At that moment seonghwa finally came. You could hear his groan through his chest and feel the cum spilling into you. Nice and full.

With a few more thrust seonghwa finally stopped. Allowing you to rest a moment before pulling you off him. You collapsed into your blankets. Feeling moments away from sleep, but you kept your eyes open. Seonghwa took a moment before standing pulling up his own boxers before moving over to where Yunho sat panting. He looked down at the boy and laughed.

"You came untouched?"

"Yes sir"

[bi-naesala]

As yourself

Fandom: Yakuza Rating: E Warnings: Mild gender issues Relationships: Kiryu Kazuma/Majima Goro Characters: Kiryu Kazuma, Majima Goro Additional Tags: Genderfluid Majima Goro, Trans Kiryu Kazuma, Identity Issues, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Oral Sex, Anal Sex Summary:

Kiryu has the feeling that there's more to Goromi than what Majima originally let on...

He's right.

(Also on AO3)

Majima’s glad that, after the shock of their first “date”, Kiryu has been indulging him and his need to be himself, or better, herself.

Goromi is a relic of a past that feels ancient, of a time when he was still figuring himself out, when he and she - yes, both - were happy. Goromi has been his first step into admitting to his feminine side, a way to let it out; what was just a drag character because a second identity, then, with time, was fused to his previous one.

In a fairer world, she would’ve been able to thrive just as much as he does, but she was taken away from him, brutally beaten into submission, and so she became a character again, just a joke from silly ol’ Majima. Not that he’d ever show her to anyone, not even as a joke, or at least this is what he’d tell himself… until he decided he was going to make sure that Kiryu could get back in shape.

Maybe it’s because of the masochist in him that he decides to dust off Goromi, but Kiryu, bless his heart, Kiryu understands: after seeing Majima trying to mask how much it hurt when he said Goromi isn’t a real woman, he understood her immediately, because he’s had the same struggle, but in reverse.

  After their fight, Kiryu promises himself that this won’t be the last time he’ll see Goromi.

It’s a bit because of his projecting - how much effort he had to put on his appearance in order to get everyone to call him a boy, and how painful that process had been in its early stages, getting better only because of Kazama-san and Nishiki’s support - and a bit because, well, with everything else that is happening, he wants to do one kind thing, because he desperately needs something positive.

 He texts Majima, one of the few times it’s not the other way around, and invites him to hang, but he adds that Goromi can come too.

At first Majima deflects with his usual jokes - “has Kiryu-chan fallen in love?” - but he does present himself wearing a slightly longer bodycon than the last, and he’s wearing a long black wig. His face is still unshaven, and to be honest, Kiryu likes it quite a lot.

He bets that Majima was expecting a fight - though is Kiryu really one for these tactics? - but it never comes. Instead, they have a great time: they eat ramen, they get plastered, they sing karaoke, they go shoot the shit at the baseball cage.

They even kiss, a half-drunk attempt to make out against the wall of one of the myriads of Kamurocho’s dirty corners.

They end it with the promise of doing this again, but only if Majima remains true to what he - or she when she feels like it - is.

 In all this, Kiryu doesn’t reveal his cards immediately, because unlike what everyone else seems to think, he’s not naïve. He wants to be sure he’s got Majima figured out right before opening up as well.

It takes more than just a few dates before they begin to be honest with each other.

Ironically, the moment they begin doing it is during the hardest period of Kiryu’s life, right after the explosion at the Millennium Tower. Kiryu’s so desperate for some sort of connection that he begins opening up to Majima - not to Haruka, because he doesn’t want to add his baggage to the heavy one she’s already bearing - and in turn, Majima begins admitting a few things of his own, namely his relationship with Goromi.

It feels nice having finally revealed themselves, if not also exposing, but they both intend on keeping this precious fragile thing for themselves.

 Kiryu still refers to Majima as a man, especially in front of his men, but in private, Goromi comes out to play quite often, having found a safe haven where she can be herself.

Maybe one day Majima will be able to define himself a woman without Goromi as an intermediary, but for now this is what he’s comfortable with. It’s a process, after all.

  With this relationship, though, comes a new desire.

Not that their fights weren’t already quite heated, but sometimes - Kiryu more often, Majima less - they want to skip the fighting part altogether and get to the main event.

 “What? You want me to come over? What about the kid?”

Weird that Majima isn’t jumping at the occasion of being alone with Kiryu, but he supposes his worries are fair.

“She’s with Date,” he explains. “At least he knows something about parenting.”

Not that he knows that much either, but Kiryu is still learning, and sometimes things get too overwhelming for him and Haruka both, thus these “sleepovers” at Date’s or Rina’s - she’s been of great help too.

There’s a beat, then Majima responds. “Alright, I’m coming. But I’m going to come as myself, ya alright with that?”

“Of course,” Kiryu nods. As if he’d take it any other way.

“Then wait for me. I’ll be over in a sec.”

 Indeed, it doesn’t take long for Majima to arrive at Kiryu’s house.

There’s a knock on his door, and Kiryu goes to open… only to get his jaw to the floor as he looks at the person in front of him: Majima’s wearing a short cream halter dress that exposes his chest and makes it look like boobs, accompanied by a dark brown belt resting on Majima’s hips. His legs are partially covered by long pantyhose, cream colored as well.

It’s quite weird to see Majima wearing something like this, without his loud colors and patterns - even the necklace and earring are quite simple - but Kiryu can’t say he minds. Majima could wear only a trash bag and he’d still find a way to make it work.

 There’s only one question: Majima has said that he was going to come as himself, and yet this looks more like Goromi to Kiryu, even though Majima’s not wearing any wig, like he’d usually do in that kind of situation. So, what’s the deal?

“Goromi?” he can’t help but to ask.

Majima furrows his brow and shakes his head. “I said I was coming as myself, wasn’t I?”

So it means that… oh. Kiryu understands.

He smiles and lets Majima inside.

 There are many things he would want to ask him about this - when she finally understood, what made her decide - but no words come to him; so what he does instead is taking Majima’s hand, gently kissing each of its knuckles.

Majima, however, scoffs. “Didn’t come here for the mushy shit, ya know?”

Kiryu knows he’s doing it just to mask how much the “mushy shit” gets to her, so he pouts, because Majima hates seeing him like that.

“I’m treating you the way you should be treated…” he mutters then.

Majima remains silent for a moment, and even though she rolls his eyes, her voice sounds softer when she speaks.

“If you’re so dead set into treating me like a queen fine, but let’s do it in the bedroom.”

“So bossy,” Kiryu can’t help but to comment, but he still lets Majima take him by the wrist and guide him to the bedroom, as if this was her house and not his. Well, she knows her way around well enough.

 Until they get to the bedroom, Kiryu lets him do his thing, but once they’re inside the desire he’s been barely keeping under control resurfaces, and he turns Majima around so that he can kiss her, sliding his tongue between her lips, which are parted in surprise by such a sudden gesture. Not that Majima minds, seeing how quickly she gets into it, pressing her hips flush to Kiryu’s and grinding against him, snaking her arms around his neck.

Suddenly more impatient than he thought he’d be, Kiryu guides Majima to the bed, without his lips leaving hers though, which makes for a bit of fumbling, but eventually they both fall on the mattress safely.

Kiryu touches everything his hands can reach; he’ll never get enough of Majima’s body, and the way this dress hugs it, showing off all the most important assets… it makes for such a pretty picture that Kiryu almost feels bad about ruining it, but he wants to so bad, and that’s why, when he pulls away, there’s a plea spilling out of his lips.

“Goro… let me fuck you.”

A shiver run through Majima’s spine at those words.

“Yes,” she moans, grinding against Kiryu once again. “Do you still have that little thing I got you?”

That little thing being a harness that Kiryu can use to fuck him. It’s been plenty used already.

Kiryu nods - as if he’d ever lose it - and he immediately goes to retrieve it, having hidden it in the wardrobe under his clothes, afraid that someone else - namely Haruka - might find it and ask him questions about it.

 He fumbles a bit with his clothes, figuring that it would be better to put it on right now, than doing it later when speed would be of the essence.

As soon as he has enough money to buy something for himself, he swears he’s going to buy one of those strapless things Majima has shown him once. They seem easier and faster to put on than this. It always makes Kiryu feel like he’s losing time, but at least now they haven’t even started yet, so the loss is minimal.

 Once he’s done, he raises his gaze towards Majima, and notices that she too has gotten undressed. Good, it’ll make them lose less time.

He gets back to the bed, finding his place between Majima’s legs, and leans down to kiss him again, resuming the wandering of his hands as if there hasn’t been no interruption whatsoever. By the way she leans into the touch, Majima must appreciate it - she always loves it when he gives her attention.

Her little friend seems to appreciate it too, as Kiryu feels it twitch against his stomach. He smiles, slowly lowering one hand to reach it; he closes his fingers around her shaft, gently pumping it.

“Let me help you,” he whispers in her ear, enjoying the way she melts under his touch.

“Fuuuuuck,” Majima can’t help but to moan, body shivering and twitching. “Hurry up Kiryu-chan.”

Normally, Kiryu would drag this longer - he has more patience than Majima - but this time things are different: this time he can’t wait to have Majima, to make her scream his name.

“Lube,” he mutters, then. Luckily he barely has to reach towards the nightstand to find it - since Majima was coming over, he left it there knowing that he would need it fast.

 He’s going faster than usual in the way he’s preparing Majima, a finger quickly becoming two and then three. She can feel the stretch and the burning, but she doesn’t complain about it one bit; after all, what’s love without a bit of pain?

Kiryu knows this, but he’s always tried to hold back, figuring that they already hurt each other enough during their fights, though he can’t deny that he likes how Majima’s voice shakes when he speaks, or the way his body trembles.

He covers her neck with kisses, suddenly biting down on the soft skin. Majima almost jumps out of the bed, but Kiryu holds her down.

“That’s unfair…” she whines, though Kiryu knows he loves it.

Just to tease him some more, he crooks his fingers up, and this time Majima moans. “Kiryu-chaaaan!”

“What?” Kiryu asks, feigning innocence, though it all crumbles when Majima turns to him with a pleading gaze.

“C’mooooon I wanna get fucked!” she exclaims in fact. “I’m tired of waiting!”

“Me too,” Kiryu agrees. He wants to get to the main event too.

 He withdraws his fingers, wiping them on the bed covers - he’ll wash them later - and he gets the lube again, pouring it onto the dildo fixed to his harness.

“Lemme help you,” Majima drawls, stretching one hand so that she’s holding Kiryu’s cock, moving it up and down to spread the lube around.

Kiryu holds in his breath as he watches the way she moves, rapt by it. Just looking at it is doing things to him; he can only imagine what it would be like to actually feel it.

“Turn around,” he says then, because this little show of hers has made him want to continue even more than he already did.

Hearing the tone of his voice - so commanding - Majima can’t help but to chuckle in a way that makes Kiryu understand that his main objective what to rile him up, and he succeeded.

“Aye aye~” she says, eagerly turning around, making Kiryu stop in his tracks to admire her tattoo. He moves only to trace some of the lines with his fingers, a featherlike touch that makes Majima shiver and turn her head towards Kiryu, a cheeky smile on his face.

“Are ya gonna breed me?” she asks, jiggling her ass against Kiryu’s plastic cock. “Get me all preggers?”

“Nee-san,” Kiryu huffs. “You know that’s not possible…”

“Come on Kiryu-chan! It’s just some dirty talk,” Goromi replies, trying to push her hips further against Kiryu, only to be locked in place by his hands on her hips.

“I’d rather you not say something like that…”

“Such a spoilsport…” Majima mutters, turning her head straight again. “Could you at least put it in or do I-- fuck!”

Kiryu chuckles, while she greets her teeth. Of course the fucker would wait for her to be distracted in order to begin pressing inside.

“You were saying?”

His voice is so smug that Majima almost turns them around so that she can show him who’s in charge, but she decides she’ll let it slide this time.

“Just fuck me.”

“Yes ma’am.”

 True to his word, Kiryu begins to truly fuck Majima, holding back nothing as he pushes deeper and deeper.

He grabs Majima by the back of the neck and forces him down, cheek smothered against the pillow. She sputters something that Kiryu doesn’t understand - his words are too tangled for him to decipher them - and her legs shake at his assault, but since she makes no move to stop him, Kiryu keeps going.

His gaze is low, staring at the point where the dildo vanishes inside Majima, stretching him out, moving then to Majima’s back, watching enchanted at the way his tattoo seems to almost become alive from the way the muscles underneath move. Majima truly is a spectacle for the eyes.

Then Majima shakes and she screams, and Kiryu knows that he’s found that spot that makes her see stars. With that knowledge, he begins ramming his cock inside keeping that same angle, provoking another reaction out of Majima, who does his best to reach behind him to grab Kiryu’s legs, pushing him forward so that he can feel him even deeper.

“Faster, god, faster!” she begs him, and Kiryu cannot find it in himself to refuse her demands, picking up the pace until she’s sobbing.

He presses his chest against her back, pinning her to the mattress. This close he can see how red Majima’s face has begun, with the blush spreading even to his nape and part of his shoulders. Cute.

 “Say my name.”

“Kir--”

“I said my name,” Kiryu corrects her.

Something in Majima’s gaze softens, and she can barely keep at bay his voice.

“K-Kazuma!”

Kiryu groans, a reaction elicited partly from hearing Majima say his name, partly from the desperation in his voice.

She’s close, he can tell, and what kind of lousy partner would he be if he didn’t give her a hand?

As he wraps his finger around Majima’s cock again, he’s rewarded by a long series of expletives as she shivers and cries out, edging closer and closer to the edge.

 Again, the thought of how this must feel like hits Kiryu again.

He closes his eyes, imagining what it would be like to actually feel Majima around him. Would he be clenching around him right now? Trying to get him stuck, unable to leave? Would she feel warm?

Oh, the thought is enough to get him drenched.

 “Kazumaaaaa!”

Majima’s voice is enough to snap Kiryu out of his daydreaming, and his gaze moves to her face. He can’t help but to kiss her.

The angle is awkward and they have to bend in a not-so-comfy way for it, but it doesn’t matter, not when Majima’s lips taste so sweet. Even considering all the sexual acts they’ve ever done, nothing beats kissing; it’s something that Kiryu would happily spend the rest of his lifetime doing.

 It’s when he begins to feel his hand getting wet that he realizes that Majima’s coming. He doesn’t stop moving though, intending to milk every single drop of cum out of her; besides, the sounds Majima’s making against his lips are too good, and Kiryu wants to hear more of them.

Just because he can, he keeps at it even after it’s beginning to become painful, but that’s just because he knows Majima’s into it. He pulls away from her lips, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, whispering how good she is, whispering to be patient just a moment longer, that it’ll be over soon, that he loves her.

 When he finally stops, Majima completely crumbles on the bed, uncaring that she’s landed right on the puddle she made with his own cum.

“You’re such a dick…” he manages to whisper as she catches her breath.

“But you love it,” Kiryu retorts, and he can’t help a small smirk when Majima replies that damn straight she does.

“Doesn’t make you less of a dick,” she continues, but he’s smiling, so he doesn’t really mean it.

 Once she’s found enough strength to do so, he turns around, and only then Kiryu joins her, pressing his body against hers but in a manner that isn’t aggressive or assertive. He just wants to be close to him.

They kiss, softly, but then Kiryu hisses when a sneaky hand manages to find its way between his legs and under the strap, feeling the wetness between his folds.

“Mmmmh someone’s happy,” Majima comments once they pull away from the kiss.

“Well…” Kiryu begins, but gets shushed soon.

“Shut up and take a seat. I’ll take care of you.”

 Kiryu has never moved faster, though he tries to take the spot next to Majima and remove his harness at the same time, and useless to say he’s a bit clumsy with it. Thankfully after a small chuckle, Majima takes pity on Kiryu and helps him slide the harness down, leaving it on the other side of the bed; for now, they won’t need it.

As he observes Majima settling between his legs, and hungry gaze in his eye, he can’t help but to swallow, and he feels his thighs twitch when she caresses them.

“Someone’s eager,” Majima comment, and just like Kiryu did with her before, he waits until he’s about to speak before lowering himself, tongue out, and flickers Kiryu’s clit.

“Ah!” the other moans, not expecting things to go so fast, but after that Majima goes slower, deciding to build up his tempo rather than going hard and fast from the start.

She begins by circling Kiryu’s clit, getting him all relaxed before alternating it with some more aggressive licks, beginning up and going down, parting his folds - god he’s practically dripping - and then going up again, this time closing his lips around the sensitive nub and sucking.

“Nee-san!” Kiryu moan, hips bucking up like he wants to get more. He doesn’t deserve to be teased like this, not after having given Majima his everything.

 Majima stops in her tracks, which makes Kiryu opens his eyes - when did he close them? - and look down at him. He wants to ask him why she stopped, but the look on her face makes him reconsider.

“Something’s wrong?”

“… I like it when you call me nee-san,” Majima admits, before diving between Kiryu’s legs again, eating him out even faster than before, which makes Kiryu reach for the first thing he can grab onto, which is Majima’s hair, body tensing for the ever-growing intensity of the pleasure he’s feeling.

“Nee-san, nee-san, nee-san!” Kiryu exclaims, almost like a chant, the pressure inside him building up and building up and building up… until Kiryu finds his release.

He groans, arching his back and shakingly riding Majima’s tongue until it becomes too much. Only then he lets himself fall back on the mattress, boneless.

 Majima makes a great show of cleaning his chin with the back of her hand - there are juices everywhere - before sending a cheeky grin Kiryu’s way.

“Thanks for the meal,” he says. Kiryu rolls his eyes, but at this point he expects this kind of behavior - he’s gotten used to it.

Majima chuckles, crawling then on top of Kiryu and collapsing on him, keeping him close in a hug that is immediately returned.

It’s quiet, but Kiryu can still sense in the silence that there’s something more: he could hear the gears turning inside Majima’s head from miles away.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, knowing that, if he doesn’t, Majima could very easily not tell him anything.

“Nothing’s wrong,” Majima replies, turning his head so that, instead of keeping it squished between Kiryu’s pecs, she’s facing him. “I really like it when you call me nee-san.”

“You said that earlier too…” Kiryu observes. It wasn’t the first time he called her that by a long shot, so he wonders why she’s saying it now. Does it have to do with the fact that she seems to have incorporated Goromi in himself?

 Before he can ask, however, Majima derails the subject.

“Though you can call me anything and I’d still open my legs for you,” he says, a grin on his lips.

Kiryu huffs a laugh, but the fact that he’s found that comment amusing doesn’t stop him from getting them back on track. Usually he wouldn’t even push her to talk like this, but he feels that he needs to know, so that they can all be on the same page. “So, what caused this change?”

Majima shrugs. “Dunno, felt right.”

Well, this isn’t exactly what Kiryu wanted to hear, but he supposes that it’s better than nothing.

“As long as you’re happy with yourself, that’s good,” he says then, smiling.

Majima smiles as well, before squishing his face between her hands. “Awwww you’re such a softie! Like a marshmallow~”

“I’m not,” Kiryu frowns, though it comes muffled, and the fact that Majima’s still holding him like that certainly doesn’t help his statement.

 Oh well, he can’t say he minds when Majima pulls him closer and smooches him.

Neither of them seems very inclined in parting, and they keep kissing and kissing and kissing again, and they will continue until they’re out of breath.

It still feels surreal to be able to share this with someone else, to be able to be themselves without having to hide anything, but they’re both grateful for it.

 Majima feels whole again. For once, he doesn’t have to pretend to be someone she isn’t. She can be himself.

Deep down he knows she doesn’t deserve this, that Kiryu’s too good for her, but if there’s something Kiryu’s good at, is to make him believe that he is a better person than she actually is, so for now she pushes the self-loathing and feelings of inadequacy down, leaving place only for that special happiness that comes with feeling whole again.

… She’s truly a lucky gal.

[misdre]

misi's beyblade AUs masterpost

i like making AUs, i have many of them, here's a post of them from oldest to newest. (at least approximately) (the ones that got no art of them have photos from unsplash. i just enjoy setting the mood)

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Magical boy AU takao is an ordinary middle schooler who one day gets dragoon the magical spinning top from a cute little azure dragon, seiryuu, and transforms into a magical boy to protect the world from evil for some cosmic reasons that i haven't come up with yet. the rest of the characters have similar powers from their holy beasts and takao needs to gather up his team to fight the evil and. you get the drill is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 is there a fic of it? no note: i originally created this just because i like designing the outfits so i haven't planned the story much (this used to be my main focus but then 4kingdoms happened GJSDHGHSDG) i'd want to though, i'll get back to it eventually...at some point...... one of the charm points of this AU is that the holy beasts are these digimon-like animals that hang out with the characters and each have their own personalities.

Fairy tale monster AU takao and gramps live in a cabin in the middle of a forest full of monsters and takao decides one day to venture out to look for a silver-haired boy he once saw, he meets up with the other BBA characters one by one in the grim woods. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: my oldest halloween fic. the characters are all these different cute spooky creatures and it's intended to sound like a fairy tale.

One day, he determined that the time was ripe: Takao decided to leave for an adventure. For his grandfather was old, it was not at all unusual for him to lay down to bed before sundown. Once the hut had fallen in drowsy silence, Takao packed his one and only bag with what little he felt he needed, took his cap and jacket, and stepped over the doorsill. He had left the safe warmth of the hut behind.

Royal fantasyverse AU (the tale of four kingdoms) takes place in a fantasy universe with four kingdoms (east, west, south & north) created by the four holy beasts, in an era where each kingdom happens to be ruled by an exceptionally young king due to their respective circumstances. when the four meet for the first time, a snowball of events is set in motion that's going to affect all four kingdoms. is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 is there a fic of it? yes 1 / 2 note: like a period drama with magic and gay and tons of worldbuilding. probably has way too many mysteries for the boys to solve because i have no self control when it comes to creating twists. this is The one AU that i have crammed every usable canon character into, i need enough people to inhabit four fucking countries

After creating the four lands, the holy beasts created people to inhabit them. Because the beasts were celestial beings and couldn't but guard people and the world they lived in from far above, they needed human vessels to lead the four nations. Thus they created four kings who would rule over other people using the four beast’s powers. The four kings were neither human nor gods, but something between – they were messengers, or icons, of the four holy beasts.

Omegaverse AU a canon divergence AU (i guess??) where genders are replaced by A/B/O and everyone being either canine or feline. max is a late bloomer canine and finds out he's the only alpha of the BBA boys thanks to a certain feline omega. is there art of it? not really but i do have dog boy max and cat boy rei art (which are a bit too cute for this kinkfest. i mean they're obviously aged up for the real thing.) 1 / 2 is there a fic of it? it's been in the works for like, five years but i always shy away from finishing it note: it's omegaverse, it's exactly what you'd expect. the smut is so filthy i've been too embarrassed to even post it. hiromi is also an alpha by the way

Coffee shop AU highschooler rei goes on a venture to hit on a local Hot University Teacher and coffee shop owner judy in a cafe owned by her, ends up receiving a bunch of flirty cups of latte from barista max working there. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: i mean, rei being into blonde MILFs is pretty much canon

Now that Rei looked at the boy more carefully, he realised his hair was just as fair and eyes just as blue as he knew Judy Mizuhara's to be. Maybe they were related? It wasn't that strange if Judy had hired a relative's kid to help out at the shop, right? He certainly looked American, but he had spoken Japanese. And then, all of a sudden, the boy turned to look back to him. Startled, Rei blinked his own golden brown eyes and shifted them back to his now empty cup. God, it was rude to stare at someone, wasn't it? He'd been too deep in thought to even notice doing it. Not that the boy had looked judgmental – he only seemed to wear a smile.

Soulmate AU max keeps having dreams with peculiar scenarios about a boy named rei. one day he borrows a book on soulmates from hiromi and finds a chapter talking about meeting your soulmate in the realm of dreams. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: i don't even care for soulmate AUs, this was my own dare to myself to find a single soulmate trope that interested in me enough to write a thing of it.

Max was walking through a crowded airport, carrying a heavy backpack with him. He had never been to this airport in his life, but somehow he knew exactly where he was, and where he was supposed to go. And he was in a hurry, and Rei had at some point emerged from the crowd, as usual, keeping up with him without bumping into any of the people that should have blocked his way. “I'm sorry, this is probably my fault,” Rei said. “I haven't even travelled in ages anymore, but these dreams just keep coming back to haunt me.”

Chess player AU rei is a young chinese chess champion participating in the world junior championships, ends up falling for the american chess prodigy max somehow in the process and is determined to get to play against him again. is there art of it? no is there a fic of it? yes note: so this is one of the weirder ones i've done. it was inspired simply by me having a very vivid mental image of a scene of them playing dramatic chess together. this is probably my most underrated AU even by myself, i think the writing is pretty solid for such a short story of a topic i know practically nothing about

As a child, Rei had initially been taught to play xiàngqí, a Chinese game much more popular back in his home country; but chess with its refined, uniquely shaped pieces was love at first sight for the young Rei. He was a fast thinker and had amazing concentration skills once he set his mind on something, and he also had an outstanding memory, making it easy to memorise game patterns he once saw and then use them for his advantage. This all granted him natural talent in chess. But despite his skill, he had a bad habit of easily losing his temper and becoming indecisive once his focus wavered. Also, he was just a tad bit too sentimental. These traits often became his worst enemy in important matches, much worse than the actual opposing player. Keep your cool. Focus. Play well.

Flower shop + fake dating AU yuriy doesn't really know anything about flowers but is working part-time in a flower shop for the easy cash. he keeps getting a pair of weird customers who ask about flower language for hypothetical situations. is there art of it? not by myself and i don’t have a link to the fanart made of it unfortunately is there a fic of it? yes note: did i write this for valentine's day? i feel like i maybe did. this is my only AU (and fic in general) so far that's about a non-BBA character as the main lmao

“So, I need some advice for a particular situation,” the customer then began, idly tapping the counter with his hand. “I mean, not a real situation, of course – hypothetically speaking, if someone was just pretending to be going out with another person, but they weren't really going but it just needed to seem that way to everyone else, what kinda flowers would get the message through?” Possibly an idiot, Yuriy concluded his analysis. “So you need suitable flowers for a date,” he stated, shooting his eyes at his notes about common flower-usage.

Classical music AU (the heart that i love) max is a piano prodigy attending a classical music college that holds annual music competitions for the students. he's got some haters for being the son of a world-known pianist who's one of the teachers, but he also ends up having a budding romance with rei the mysterious chinese violinist. is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 is there a fic of it? yes note: the origin of this was my "max and mao are besties" college AU. then it got mixed in with my thirst for classical instruments and max being bullied.

Max isn’t exactly a synesthet, but he has always been able to see music as pictures – as entire sceneries, as great adventures. This tendency of his emerges especially strong whenever he’s learning to play a new piece on the piano; as he moves along the melody, the scenery is also being built around him like a jigsaw puzzle, creating a complete picture piece by piece; and once he has mastered the song, he’s able to freely traverse and immerse himself in the world inside that puzzle. Some pieces have a more relaxed or soothing scenery than others, some are exciting and thrilling – even deliciously sinister in the way that a good horror film can be. Setting himself down in front of a piano is always an invitation to a world of his choice.

Bakeneko AU after moving to a small rural town in japan, max hits his head and starts seeing things, such as a weird white cat following him around. after a while, he's convinced that he's being haunted. is there art of it? yes is there a fic of it? yes note: another halloween AU, a more surreal one where max is human and rei is. well. not

Max kept walking, his eyes still on the narrow road. He hadn't noticed while deep in thought, but it really was quiet that evening. The sun had nearly set by now, leaving the sky striped with the dusk of the approaching nightfall. There was no wind to rustle the treetops, no birds chirping, nothing. Only the sound of Max's own footsteps on the pavement, and the matching sound that followed. Followed. What if someone actually was following him? A sudden, violent chill struck down Max's spine, causing his hair to stand on end. He stopped. After a short delay, the steps also stopped.

Genderbend AU a canon divergence AU where everyone's a different gender from canon (duh). starts off as an alternate version of the g-revolution world championships where the girls meet for the first time and befriend each other. rei is a professional model in addition to being a blader in the baihus, and max from the PPB is delighted to be able to battle her. she has no idea that rei has fallen for her at first sight, though. is there art of it? yes 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 is there a fic of it? it's... in the works. note: i created this because i wanted to design attractive girls, what about it. absolutely partial to maxine's huge badonkadonks.

It wasn’t like Rei hadn’t already taken notice of her before, given that they were participating in the same world championship tournament, but the real turning point was the first time they stood on the opposing sides of a bey stadium. It was the day when the match-up roster signalled the match between the Chinese team and the American team, the Baihus versus the PPB All Starz; and despite both teams consisting of five players, it came down to, to Rei’s immense joy, the tag team of Rai and herself against the two most interesting US players, Rikki Anderson and Mizuhara Maxine.

Vampire & merboy AU rei is a starved vampire just about to end his own life when he meets merboy max at a forest lake. is there art of it? of max yes is there a fic of it? yes note: yet another halloween monster AU, this time they are both monsters though. this one’s a pretty grim one i have to admit

Rei succumbed into deep thought, considering his few options, when something grabbed his unsuspecting hand. Something yanked him forward in one mad splash and forced not only the rest of his arm but also his shoulders and head underwater. Half a second later Rei, so badly startled that he’d come close to slipping into insanity, found himself staring at a pair of bright blue eyes only inches away from his own face. His other hand and lower body still firmly on land, Rei pulled himself back with strength that he didn’t even know his weak body still contained. As he did, he also pulled up whatever was clutching his hand, which turned out to be another hand – a white hand with elongated, dirty fingers, so sharp at the tips that they looked like daggers.

Mafia AU max is the boss of the BBA mafia family, rei is a hitman and max's right hand man, the rest have various roles in the organisation. salima, mariam and some other girls (at least) are reporters doing investigative journalism on organised crime who get interested in covering the story of a group of russian elite detectives doing a thorough investigation of the BBA. is there art of it? of rei and max yes 1 / 2 / 3 is there a fic of it? it's in the works but it's just a gratuitous reimax smut note: this is a story i wish existed but this kind of police investigation action thing is so not my genre of expertise. that's why i'm just doing a PWP of my boys and the rest exists on conceptual level

“Did you know,” Salima said, perfectly peppy about it, “that there are secret underground auctions for stolen artwork that’s sold in the black market? Not just online auctions in the dark web but actual, physical events held somewhere in the city! Isn’t that so intriguing? Can you imagine how an event like that would look like, Max?” Max can – in fact, he doesn’t need to imagine. But he’d rather not think about it; the memories bring the familiar taste of bile in his mouth and make his gut curdle with a mixture of disgust and very particular guilt. The mere thought of it makes him set his coffee aside and bring a hand between his tightly shut eyes.

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the next thing i come up with? who knows............