#slides off my chair and lies down on the floor covers face

[6okuto]

are you going to write the requests someday?

no idea what tone this is but you single handedly got me finishing like 7 that have been plaguing my mind w guilt for months in 2 days so god bless and thanks bro /gen

[hanalulugguk]

Don't you like me? Humble yourself

Part of Sweet - a Gojo Satoru mini series

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Note: it fills my heart with so much love to see people enjoy what i post, even if my writing is rusty from years of not making anything , i'm still happy to put stuff out and have your support help me grow. thank you, i hope u enjoy my version of madly in love and infatuated satoru, my favourite genre of men!

also heads up, this fic is short. there’ll be 6-10 chapters max with what i have planned out and i don’t intend on extending the plot, this is purely focused on gojo and the reader’s current back n forth pinning <3

Warnings: none for this chapter

unedited

< Chapter 1

The next day you’re heading to your assigned classroom a few minutes before it’s 11. The halls are silent, as they always are, save for the sound of your shoes on the wooden floor boards. There’s already a light on inside the classroom when you reach it, there’s a quick shuffling noise inside when you’re standing in front of it. 

Pushing the door to the side you’re met with gojo in the chair by the main desk. His long legs propped over the desk as he leans back in the chair, a book in his hand, held upside down. You fail to hold back the chuckle that makes it’s way out of your mouth before stepping inside and sliding the door shut. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask as you make your way around the desk to stand behind him, “you asked me to come.” he replies nonchalantly and you hum in response, “fine, what are you doing here early?” you ask further and he shrugs.

“Was done with what i had to do early so i thought i’d come here and read a bit.” he explains lazily as if he couldn’t be bothered and you nod in response. “And are you practicing reading upside down?” you ask, giving his shoulder a quick poke as you round the desk once more, you don’t see him quickly turn the book around to look at the cover to notice it is in fact upside down in his hands. He face palms before tossing the book on the desk and removing his feet off the desk.

He watches you open the material cabinet to look through it, “i can read upside down,” he lies as he leans back again in his chair, arms crossed as he keeps his eyes on you, he notices your shoulder shake with a laugh. “You’re the greatest, i won’t doubt it.” he huffs in annoyance as you close the cabinet and make your way back with a long green roll of chart paper. “Don’t poke fun at me,” his tone is somewhat bitter as he watches you unwrap some and lay it over the desk, you glance at him to see him already looking at you, eyes piercing. 

“Since when do i poke fun at you, satoru?” you ask and he doesn’t respond, watching as you rip the paper up before folding it to divide it into 12 equal smaller pieces. The sound of light footsteps can be heard outside the classroom before the door slides open to reveal 2 students. The adorable boy with the pink hair and the one with black spiky hair. 

“Morning,” you greet as the two step in, the boy with a pink hair has a beaming smile as he waves, “it’s almost afternoon.” the boy with black hair responds. You hum in agreement, “it is. Almost good afternoon then.” he glances at you sideways as he takes a seat in the desk at the front. 

The other boy steps towards you, extending his hand to you, “i’m itadori yuji,” you take his hand in yours, “nice to meet you yuji,” you offer him a smile, making his grow bigger. He turns to his friend who is now looking out the window from where he was seated. “That’s megumi,”

“Hi megumi,” you greet but he doesn’t spare you a glance, just a small nod. “He’s really grumpy.” you whisper to yuji and he nods with a giggle. “He is, but he’s really sweet, he just acts like he doesn’t care.” yuji explains in an equality hushed tone. You nod in understanding and give him a small thumbs up before he turns to go to his seat next to megumi. “Thank you for coming early.”

“Of course, megumi woke me up early so we won’t be late.” you turn to megumi who gives you a shy glance, small blush creeping near the base of his neck. You choose to not comment on it to spare him. Within minutes the class fills with the other 4 students. 

“I won’t bore you with a big boastful speech about everything i’ve done and what i can teach you, it would be frugal if i can’t live up to it so we’ll just manage together.”

“Gojo sensei would’ve talk about himself only,” the girl with orange hair, whom you’ve come to learn is nobara, mumbles but obviously she was intending for it to be heard. She earns a few giggles from yuji and toge, the student with cursed speech technique, as gojo lifts his head off his palm where he was seated in the corner of the room near you, “hey, that’s rude i’m your teacher.” he points and nobara puffs before rolling her eyes at him. “You don’t teach us anything you just throw us on missions and leave us to fiend for ourselves.” 

“How else do you expect to learn?” he banters with the teenager before u nudge his chair, he looks up at you and your raised brow before takes it as his warning to stop. You turn to nobara and nod, “you’re right, he does boast about himself a lot.” gojo opens his mouth to protest but decides against it when you turn to grab the green paper squares you cut up prior. 

You place one on each of their desks, handing them a pen along with it. “Write your name, grade and technique, then fold it tightly, we’ll do a raffle for pairs and we’ll base training off it for the next month.” you place the rest of the papers on the desk and leaning against the table as you wait for them to finish. You turn to gojo who was sulking with a grim look on his face, you nudge his shoulder with your pointer finger but he doesn’t glance your way, keeping his eyes on his students as they finish the task. 

“Don’t sulk,” you poke, turning back to the students. 

“I’m not sulking,” he responds without turning to you, you pat his back with a smile before going to grab the papers from toge and maki who are done, before taking them from the rest as well once they’re done to do the raffle.

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It’s 12:30 when you’re done, having talked them through what the next month will look like, the theoretical and practical aspect of the class, after having divided them into groups. Maki and megumi, nobara and panda, yuji and toge. They slowly file out as you wait for them to leave before you do. Nobara and yuji turn to you before they’re out the door to give you a big smile as they wave, giving you a cheery goodbye as you wave back. 

“They like you.” gojo points out, remaining in his seat where he was the whole class. He was moderately decent which you weren’t expecting, save for the teasing he would give megumi about being a nerd when he would be able to answer any of your questions, and the boastful comments directed at yuji who would beam at the praise. 

“Hmm, who wouldn’t.” you counter sliding the door closed and turning to him, he crosses his arms and leans back in his chair before raising his brows at you. “You’re not that likeable.” 

“Don’t you like me?” you ask and he diverts his eyes from you to the window, cheeks a light pink and it’s all the answer you need. “Humble yourself.” he retorts and you laugh at the bold jab coming from him. “Like you? Sure thing satoru.” you go to toss away the papers left from the raffle before tossing the unused ones in the desk’s drawer. 

“I’m hungry.” you point out and gojo shrugs. “Go eat,” he quips, staring you down. “Aren’t you? Come get something to eat with me.” you urge him as you push the door open and wait for him. “What makes you think i’m free?”

“Well are you?” you ask and he stays silent rather than giving you an answer, “stop being stubborn. Let’s go.” you don’t wait for him to give you a response, taking the initiative to make your way down the wall. You don’t need to look back to make sure he’s following, hearing his light jog before he catches up to you, matching your pace once he’s next to you. 

Silently he leads you to the cafeteria, once you enter you notice the students are all there, but on the other end of the cafeteria joking and reprimanding each other in loud voices. You turn to gojo to see he’s already making his way to them, “where are you going?” you ask, making him pause and turn to you puzzled, his brows furrowed and top lip tucked to the side. “To sit with my students?” he answers your question with a confused one of his own. 

“We can sit together, thought you’d want to talk. Y’know, since we didn’t get to yesterday.” you tease and the angry blush on his cheek is almost impossible to miss, he tenses as he straightens his back, abnormally stiff. You chuckle at the granted reaction from gojo every time. He doesn’t move from his spot so you take a step closer to tug on his uniform sleeve to pull him towards the closest table before he snatches his arm from you. 

You turn to him, confused before he’s pointing behind his back, “i’ll go grab our trays.” you offers a simple explanation, taking a slow step back before you nod, at your approval gojo almost skirts in the direction of the food. 

You take a seat at the table you’re at to wait for him. You’re not entirely sure how the conversation would go, as much as you missed gojo, his usually unlikable gloating and spirit, his jabs and teases that don’t always transcend to you. The two of you have always had a different dynamic, or at least on gojo’s end it was different. He treated you different than everyone else around him.

When it came to you his mannerism were always subdued, and it always seemed unintentional. With the rest his front is accepted and his teasing is seen as arrogant and self boasting, but it may be that you see past his front being what sets that difference between you and everyone else. 

It made sense, his narrow vision with the way he was raised. Being told you were the strongest from birth does plant an abnormally sized ego. You’re almost positive that had gojo been present during the sinking of the titanic, he could’ve saved the day, ego afloat with everyone on it. But you excuse him, it’s not easy to unlearn something rooted so deeply in you. It may have granted him hate from everyone else, but you disregard it, which is what helps you see past it.

And it may be that exact empathy and forgiveness you grant him for his actions that has always made him attached to you in a more pristine way than shoko and suguru. Their relationship was definitely incomparable, but so was yours. Where gojo was met with an eye roll  and an annoyed scoff at his teasing towards others, with you he’d be met with an eye roll and a nudge by your foot but not without a smile and a light giggle. 

It made it easy to know you do not see him in the same light as others, not as a title, not as a saviour, and you weren’t dependant on his existence to slack on your end, did not see him as the object others did. And that’s why he’d come to you. On light nights where he’d need some fresh air, on the days where carrying the burden of the strongest would be more than a teenager could bear, choosing to co-exist in silence as he stayed in your room whilst you read, or playing with your things as you cleaned your room. 

He’d come to you, the only time he’d be the one to turn to someone would be you. But the barrier placed between the two of you when your best friend had opted for the path that he did, affecting him world’s greater than it did you, was always a heavy weight between you. Even if he tried to bear it for the sake of your relationship. 

You’re brought back by the sound of the metal tray being placed in front of you. You look up at satoru who takes his seat across from you. Your tray was filled just how you liked it, and you do not doubt that it was a conscious effort on his end. Your plate had more stir fried rice than meat, your soup had extra tofu in it and he had given you his piece of watermelon as the choice of seasonal fruit knowing how the fruit was your favourite part of hot summers.

“Thank you,” he nods at you, moving the tofu in his soup around before digging in. it’s quiet for only a bit, the two of you finishing your soup, gojo feeling a metaphorical itch as he waits for you to talk first, not wanting to seem eager. But when you don’t, and he’s sure you do it on purpose, he goes first.

“So where were you?” he asks, attempting to seem nonchalant, as he doesn’t look up from his almost empty bowl of soup. 

“Recently, europe. We were looking for special grade cursed objects.”

“We?” he looks up as you place your empty bowl aside, you nod before looking up at him, even whilst seated he almost towers over you in his seat. “We, i was with aiki she’s a first grade sorcerer from spain, she was helping me navigate the area.” 

“And before that?” he pushes further as he watches you pick at the rice on your plate. “Kinda all over,” you offer and he waits for you to continue. 

“I was going from city to city outside of asia with leads on unidentified terrorism that would be reported, there’s a large lack of sorcerers abroad so i was doing the most i could. Like i said i would back in school.” gojo has an almost supine smile as he shakes his head.

“Of course, like you always said,” his tone is passive and you choose to try and move past it, “of course, i’m always honest.” you try and joke to lighten his sudden disdained demeanour that suddenly took place. 

You hear as gojo mumbles a quiet, and obviously sarcastic ‘of course’ and so you reevaluate and decide that maybe it would actually be best to address his backhanded comment. “I’d prefer if you were more direct with me.” you try to urge him as you nudge your plate away from you to focus on him and his almost angry bite he takes from his food.

“And i would have preferred if you were honest with me,” he speaks with a mouthful of food, thank god nothing that escapes his mouth lands on you, as he sulk back in his seat after dropping his chopsticks on his plate. 

You furrow your brows, but you’re not sure if it’s at the tone, his attitude or his accusation that you had lied to him before, which doesn’t bring up anything you can recall, and you’re positive there’s nothing to. “I’ve never lied to you, satoru.” your tone is gentle as you almost try to coax him out of his sunken state, similar to that you’d use with a child who’s upset their parent’s came back from the store without their favourite snack.

“You said you’d stay after graduation,” he almost mumbles as he obviously struggles to say it. Your brows furrow further as you lean back in your own seat, “when did i promise that?” you ask, genuine confusion on your face as you fail to think of a time when you would make that claim, knowing very well it’s not something you had ever considered. 

“That day when we snuck out, by the joganji river.” his words are quiet, almost in a whisper, and you realize how your words may have betrayed you and you wished you had picked them better. That night the two of you spent on the edges of joganji river, when it’s water was still a crystal blue and was still the house of many kinds of small fish, now an almost dried polluted body of water. 

You can see the visible sinking in his shoulders as you take longer than he anticipated for you to answer. “I’ve always told you i’d leave satoru, i’ve always told you this kind of life wasn’t for me.” 

“But you told me you’d wait,” he leans closer, forearms resting on the table between the two of you, you feel almost embarrassed. You couldn’t deny him, couldn’t tell him that he mistook your words when you spoke them, but you also felt embarrassed to admit it. 

Your mouth opens and closes as you fail to find something to say, fully aware that there’s nothing you can say that will comfort him, because from his point of view, it’s almost impossible to have interpreted your words any other way. And somehow, you feel like you would be lying if you deny, because you’re not entirely sure if that was what your teenage self had meant to say, because you feel that it may be. 

Gojo notices your hesitation, your struggle to respond back with anything. He saves you the trouble and grabs the trays, both yours and his, with whatever left over cold food it has, but not before handing you a slice watermelon, as he goes to discard them. You munch on it slowly as your eyes follow his sunken saunter to the bin, rolling his shoulder to dissipate any strain in them. In your peripheral you’re able to catch the gossiping students and their not so sneaky glances your way. 

You give them a grin and small wave as they turn to act as though they weren’t just watching the pair of you. 

“Do you have anything else for the rest of the day?” gojo asks once he’s back at your table, towering over you as he stands by your chair, “i wanted to go see shoko,” you suggest and he nods. “Nanami is here too, if you want to see him.” at the mention of his name you perk up, placing your hand over your lips as gojo scoffs with a small smirk on his face. 

“Be a little less obvious,” although he sounds bitter, you can tell his words are light and they don’t carry an ill intent. “Let’s go then.” you push your chair back as you follow gojo, leading you to where your old friends are.

Pending; chapter 3

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[chososheart]

thinkin ab sneaking under gamer! eren’s desk and giving him a bj while he’s streaming with the other aot boys

!! your wish is my command !!

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Guys! I'm AFK! - Eren x Reader

paring: Eren Yeager x f! Reader

content: established relationship | college! au | smut

CW: smut, nsfw, choking, praise kink, masturbation (f), oral receiving (m), teasing, mentions of gagging, exhibitionism, voyeurism, face fucking, swallowing

word count: 2.8k

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click, click, click, click

click, click, click, click

Was all you heard from his end—well—that, and a few profanities here and there.

You were a bit sleepy, not sure if from the pure boredom you were forced to endure, or the various empty candy wrappers that laid on the floor; maybe it could even be from the soothing, LED lights that stained the room a shivery dark purple. But what you were sure of, is that you have had enough.

You laid on your stomach, feet dangling in the air while scrolling through Instagram, quickly double-tapping the pictures that showed up on your home page.

"Jean! Jean, to your left. Yes, YES! Let's fucking goooo!"

You roll your eyes at the obnoxious screaming coming from the boy behind you.

You were mad. This was the third time he had invited you to his house, only to ditch you for his 'boys'. Why invite you, if all you're gonna do is lay on his bed while scrolling through apps? You can do that from the comfort of your home.

You've had enough.

"Eren," you say, turning to look at him.

He pulled his headset back to uncover one of his ears. "Yeah, babe. What's up?" Eyes fixated on the screen in front of him.

"Can you come here?"

"Baby," he sighs, "I'm in the middle of a match. I'll hang with you later." He covers his exposed ear with his headphone.

You scoff, straighten your body and stare at his black headboard again. When you go to pick up your phone — you get an idea.

You whip your head back to look at him.

Eren leaned forward, one hand on his keyboard, and the other on his mouse. He clicked on both the mouse and a few letters of the keyboard quickly. He was sitting on a black and dark blue gaming chair, and though it was big, his thighs still peeked from the sides; you could see them bouncing up and down. He had his game playing on two monitors, and by the looks of it, his team is doing well — too well, actually.

You let the idea sit in your head for a while.

"Fuck it," you say under your breath.

You stand and walk to his chair while looking around his gaming set. When you were standing directly behind him, you traced your fingers across his plush chest.

"I'm busy," he muttered, eyes never leaving the flashing screens in front of you.

You shake your head with a breathy laugh and look at his desk.

Ironically, you've always hated it. It's one of those tables whose sides are uncovered, left to expose everything that lies in between his feet and the wall. You despised how messy it looked. Every tangled cable that was plugged into the wall was left out in the open.

Every negative feeling or thought you've had of it is a bit funny now because what was one of your biggest pet peeves, may come in handy.

You slide your hands off of him and get on your hands and knees. You quietly crawl under his desk and he was so focused on his game, he didn't notice it.

You sit on your calves and lean forward until your hands meet with his knees. He looked down at you for a second and looked back up.

When he realized what was happening, he looked back at you, eyes so wide, they looked like they were about to pop out of his skull.

"What are you doing?" he said.

You ignore him and push his chair to create a bigger gap between him and the table. You sit against your calves and rest your hands on his thigh.

"Focus on your game, kay?" you look up at him and wait for his response.

He kept looking at you as if you'd disappear if he let you out of his sight for even a second. You were right in front of him, about to do what he's fantasized about for so long, but he still couldn't believe his eyes.

Though this is something he's thought about late at night with his hand tightly wrapped around his dick, he'd never ask you to do this. He settled on this staying as fantasy. Nothing more.

So, when you sat this pretty, kneeled on the hardwood floor, giving him the perfect view of your thighs, and breasts, and begging for him with your eyes — he was left breathless. One of his biggest sexual fantasies coming to life, and all he had to do was say...

"Okay," he breathed and looked at the screen in front of him again. His hands, shaky when he resumed his movements on the keyboard.

You try to hide the sly smile that sits on your face. You're a little too excited for this — it being something you'd think about sometimes, but not for the reasons he thinks.

You rub your hands up and down the fabric that shields his hot skin from yours.

With the quick bouncing of his legs, you continue rubbing up and down his thighs, teasing him for the lack of attention he has given you.

"If you're gonna do it, just do it." He kept his gaze on the screen in front of him, knowing that one look at you like this, and he might lose it.

You look up at him, mouth ajar. "Fine," you huff.

You tap on his thigh twice and grab on the band of his sweats, he lifts himself off the chair and falls back down after you dragged them down his midthigh.

When you went to take his boxers off, you found yourself pressing your thighs together. He was still semi-hard, or it looked that way from the fabric pushing it down, but it was still prominent. A little wet splotch of precum on the outline of his tip had you swallowing back a moan.

You quickly shake those thoughts away and lower his boxers to free him.

You, again, realize you had underestimated how hard this would be for you. What you had in mind was to tease him until he cried for forgiveness but you don't know if you'll last that long. He was so attractive. Can you really be mad at him?

yes.

You lift yourself off your calves and lean forward until his flushed tip was directly under your mouth. You spit on him, making sure the drool hit him slowly and not all at once.

When it made contact with his skin, his gaze fell on you, you knew. He always looked when he felt you.

You look up and lick the beads of precum off, never breaking eye contact. His breath hitched and he continued looking down at you.

You wrap your mouth around his tip and hold his girthy dick with your hand. A groan bubbled up in his throat, desperate to be let out; but he can see it in your eyes that that's exactly what you want, and he isn't going to give it to you so easily.

"Eren! What the fuck are you doing?!"

His head snaps up to his monitors and he sees he was killed in the game. Eren panics and looks down at you, silently asking you, what should he do?

You shrug and flash him a soft smile, making sure your eyelashes flutter when you look up at him innocently.

He leans forward and presses on the space bar of his keyboard. "Sorry, Jean. I got a little distracted." When he looks down at you, you quickly place his dick in your warm mouth again.

His stomach turns with excitement and fear, but he forces himself to keep you at the back of his mind for now.

"Bro, keep your head in the game!" You hear a muffled voice yell.

You don't know if it's Connie or Jean but you take him off of your mouth with a breathy laugh. "Yeah, Eren. Focus on your game. I'll focus on mine," you say, a hint of amusement in your voice.

His heart tightened in his chest.

Should he tell you to stop? Should he risk getting heard by his friends for his pleasure?  Were the questions that swirled his mind for the few seconds that felt like an eternity. He didn't know if the feeling of needles pricking in his fingertips was from fear or the thrill of getting caught.

"Well?" you say, slightly tilting your head.

"Fuck it," he huffed as he grabbed a fist full of your hair to yank you back into him.

You lost your balance and fell hard against him, your face, met with his dick again, oozing precum from the tip. You place the palms of your hands on his knees and push yourself back, you then grab him again and lazily pump him in your hands. Looking up at him to see the frustrated expression that sat on his face.

It didn't take long for the quick tapping of his keyboard and mouse to re-start; which let you know that he had grown accustomed to the pumping pace on his dick.

You decide to take it a step further and place him in your mouth again, this time, actually sucking him off. You sucked on his crimson head while maintaining a steady pace with your hand; rubbing up and down his shaft with the rhythm of your mouth. Your other hand was placed on his thigh, nails buried in his hot skin.

You look up at him through hollow cheeks and noticed his arms would twitch every time his tip accidentally dipped into your throat.

You take a deep breath through your nose and go as deep as you can, gagging as you try to not wince away like your throat begs you to. Your nose and throat stung with something as big as him being buried so deeply in you.

But his reaction was worth it.

Eren was caught so off guard that his whole body twitched forward while he deeply moaned. And with the sudden movement, Eren accidentally clicked on the mouse key his finger hovered above; which, unfortunately, made the gun his player had, shoot and blow his cover.

"Eren, WHAT THE FUCK!!" screamed Jean from the other side of the call, having his hiding spot ruined since he hid with Eren.

You gag him out of your mouth, leaving a trail of drool behind. You rub your slick with your tightly shut fist, up and down. "Should i-"

"Shh, baby."

Eren, completely unfazed by the screaming match his friends were having on the other side of the call, reaches for the back of your head and pulls you in again, stuffing your mouth full of him.

"Keep going. Please, keep going," he said in a voice so whiny, you would have made fun of him if your mouth wasn't filled.

You inhale through your nose again and dip your head down until you gag, which made him tighten the grip he had on your hair.

He subtly pushed your head down, not to hurt you, but because he couldn't stop himself from doing so.

Once you couldn't reach any deeper, you tapped on his thigh to make him stop burying himself so deeply in you. He removed his hand from your hair and placed it on the mouse again and resumed his game once the arguing stopped.

You stay stuffed full of Eren for a while. He was so deep in, your nose almost met with his pubic hair. You stay completely still like that for a minute or two, to prepare your throat to get used to him.

You resume your movements after you get impatient.

You slide him out of you and take him back in the farthest you could. You bop your head up and down while keeping your eyes tightly shut and focusing on your breathing.

"Fuck—just like that, baby, doing so well," he groaned.

The rattle of his low voice in your eardrums did nothing but worsen the ache on your cunt. You were so turned on, so wet, so frustrated from being untouched and from giving in to pleasuring him so easily.

What happened to 'making him cry'?

Fuck that.

You sneak a hand past the band of your pants and moan around him when you drew quick circles around your clit, finally releasing that built tension.

The sounds of gagging in the air were so filthy, so splotchy, but they turned both you and him on so much. You continue rubbing fast circles on your puffy bud; your drenched cunt, only making the rubbing feel better.

Eren's things bounced up and down fast, and sporadically, as he tried to focus on his game but he couldn't, he was close and you both knew.

He tried to focus on the arguing on the other side of the line, but he couldn't. Jean and Connie kept telling him to do one thing, but he'd do the other. It was impossible to keep up with the way your throat tightened around him every time you gagged, the warm and slick drool that damped his inner thighs from how much there was.

You pick up your pace basically face fucking yourself on him, making it easier for him to see his finish, especially with the vibrations you aided him with when you moaned; getting closer to your release yourself.

Eren's body involuntary twitched forward. He supported his body by instinctively placing one of his hands on your head and his other arm on his desk—on top of his keyboard to be more specific. When he did that, he accidentally pressed on a bunch of keys which had Jean and Connie yelling at him again, but they quickly stopped when they heard something else come from his side of the call.

One of the keys Eren had pushed was his space bar. His 'push to talk' key.

"Fuck, don't stop, you're so good—fuck," Eren groaned, paying no attention to the game and focusing on only you and his high.

You moan around him as a reassurance that you aren't stopping. You circle your clit faster, and faster until the coil that had been building up in your belly, snapped.

With a bolt of pleasure erupting from your cunt, your thighs twitched, and you moaned impossibly louder around him. Nails from your unoccupied hand, stabbing his fiery thighs.

The vibration of your moans, plus, his hand pushing you up and down on him at the pace he desired, had Eren approaching his high not long after. His lower abs were tensing up, his thighs jolted and his grip on your hair would've left bruises if it was your skin.

"Fuck, fuck, baby. I'm cumming—let me cum on your face, please, please," he whined with his head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut.

You release him with a pop and push yourself away from him.

When he felt the cold atmosphere hit his dick, he snapped his eyes open and faced you.

You close your eyes, with a silly, fucked out smile and wait for his release to fall on you.

Eren quickly got up and removed his arm from his keyboard, replacing it with his hand for support as he leaned towards you while he aggressively pumped himself.

"Stick your tongue out, wanna paint that pretty mouth of yours," Eren pants.

You do as you're told and through a raspy laugh, stick it out.

"Ah—fuck."

Eren's fast movements came to a halt when he saw the sticky substance shoot out and fall on your face, some of it fell on your mouth which left a satisfied smile on his face.

After lazily pumping himself, riding out his high, he took your cheeks in his hand and squeezed them together.

"Swallow."

You close your mouth and let the thick, salty liquid travel down your aching throat while looking up at him.

"Let me see." He squeezed on your cheeks harder. You open it and stick your tongue out again.

He smiled. "Good girl."

You were stuck in the moment, looking up at him whilst he ran his thumb on your bottom lip. Both of you lazily smiling at each other for a moment until...

"Do it again, I wasn't recording."

"Shut the fuck up, Connie."

"What? You wanna hear more of this shit, Jean?"

Your eyes widen and you quickly stand up. Eren mirrored your expression and looked down at his keyboard where his hand laid.

He removed his hand as if it burned him to touch it for even a second longer. "Shit, I'm so sorry."

A small smirk found its way to your face, as you leaned forward and pressed on the space bar of his keyboard.

"You can watch next time if you want, Jean. And you don't have to pretend you're not hard, Connie." You strained out your body and walked to where Eren stood dumbfounded

"Ignore me like that again and I'll ask them to join."

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[aerynwrites]

Viktor x Reader — staying warm on a cold night

Cuddling for warmth? My all TIME favorite trope so thank you for this nonny!

Warmth

Viktor x Fem!Reader

Word count: 786

Warnings: None

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The frigid air seemed to seep into your bones as a cold front swept through Piltover. You had just been enjoying the spring weather yesterday! A simple sundress hung from your shoulders, sandals on your feet, and the sun warming your skin as you wandered through the streets.

Today was just the opposite. You woke up freezing, immediately pulling on a pair of fleece pajama pants, a sweatshirt, and the thickest socks you could find. And that’s precisely how Viktor found you when he returned late from the lab that evening, a smile tugging at his lips when he saw you sitting in front of your lit fireplace.

A small chuckle leaves him as he unwinds the scarf from his neck and hangs it on the coat rack. “A false spring,” he answers the question he knows you’re going to ask before the words can leave your lips, “it happens every year around this time. It will most likely pass in a few days,” he assured you, cane tapping softly against the floor as he approaches where you sit in the cozy armchair.

You huff, crossing your arms tighter over yourself. “Well it’s evil,” you say, voice mimicking that of a petulant child, “I didn’t even want to go to bed until you got home because no matter how many blankets I pile on, it’s still freezing!”

Viktor smiles again and opens his arms in invitation, “Well I’m home,” he says, smiling as you stand from your chair and step into his arms, “And quite frankly I’m exhausted. So we can both head to bed comfortably.”

You nod against his chest where your head rests before pulling away from him a smile on your face. “Yes, please!” You step away from him and take his hand in your own as you both head to the bedroom.

Once there, you quickly sift through the dresser to grab what you know to be Viktor’s favorite sleep wear when it’s chilly. It’s just a simple t-shirt and a pair of fleece pants, but you love when he wears it. It’s nice seeing him in casual clothes compared to the clothes he swears to the academy.

He smiles as you hand him the articles of the clothing and leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, love,” he murmurs, before pulling away to head to the connected bathroom. “Just let me get ready and I’ll be out soon.”

You nod and shuffle over to the end when the door clicks shut behind him. The only thing you do to get ready for bed is take off your sweatshirt and socks, leaving you in an outfit similar to Viktor’s before slipping beneath the sheets.

Just like you had told Viktor, it felt impossible to get warm. Despite wearing pants and having several blankets on the bed, the chilled air seemed to soak through the fabric. However, you didn’t have to focus on that too much longer before a familiar arm slides over your waist as Viktor climbs into bed.

The covers settle around you both as he gets comfortable and you turn to face the man you love, a smile tugging at your lips as you snuggle into him. He happily wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer and tangling his legs with yours until you are both content.

“I’m starting to think you were just exaggerating the cold so you could cuddle with me,” Viktor says, his accented words teasing as he tugs you closer still.

You shake your head and let out a small laugh, “I don’t need an excuse to cuddle,” you defend, “you like it just as much as I do.”

Viktor hums softly, fingers trailing gentle patterns over your back, “I do,” he admits, leaning down so his face is level with yours.

His unruly brown locks tickle your forehead from how close he lies next to you, and you can’t resist the urge to reach up and sweep the hair back gently. You then move to slide an arm beneath his own to wrap around his back. Your nose nudges his own as you tilt your face ever closer to his. Your eyes slip closed as Viktor closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss.

It doesn’t last long, but more is said in that moment than could be said in words. And when he does pull away, you settle into his arms contentedly, much warmer than before.

“Goodnight, Viktor.” You murmur, breathing in his familiar scent as sleep begins to tug at your eyes.

Viktor smiles, happier than he’s been in a long time as he lets sleep pull him under as well.

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[michelle-is-writing]

Sneaking in, Steve Harrington

Word count: 1.5k~

Sneaking into his girlfriend's room was nothing new for Steve. However, since they hit the one year mark in their relationship, Steve gained the key to (Y/n)'s shared house with her parents along with a cute anniversary card and kiss on the cheek. Still, there were some nights that he wanted to head over to her place without alerting (Y/n)'s parents to his presence by accidentally waking them up. So, instead of using the front door, he stacked chairs and tables against the wall beneath his girlfriend's bedroom window and climbed up.

Finding the window to be unlocked, Steve opened the panel of glass as quietly as he could before stepping in and lightly stumbling on a pair of stray shoes (Y/n) had lazily tossed across the room earlier. Instantly, Steve jerked his head toward her bed and sighed in relief upon seeing his girlfriend still asleep, her head nuzzled deep into her pillow as she lied on her side toward the window. Steve smiled at the sight, his heart beating for her and only her in that moment.

Walking toward her bed, Steve got onto his knees once he reached the side of her bed and leaned over to face her. "Hey, (Y/n)," He whispered, reaching up to brush a stray hair out of her face. His pajama pants rubbed against the harsh carpet floors of her bedroom as he rested his upper body against the top of her bed, leaning his head on his other hand as he gazed at his sleeping beauty. "Wake up, sleepyhead."

Waking up from her sleep, (Y/n) immediately became startled at the dark silhouette in front of her, causing her to do the first thing that came to her mind: throw her fist forward at the dark shadow. Of course, Steve was lucky enough to throw himself back in response, but he wasn't fortunate enough to miss (Y/n)'s fist entirely. Instead of punching him in the cheek, her punch landed on his nose, earning a small crack as soon as her hand came into contact with Steve's face.

"Oh!" Steve groaned out in a mix of pain and surprise, covering the middle of his face with both of his hands as he landed on his bottom with a thud. Within a short second, (Y/n) recognized that pained groan and quickly reached over to turn her lamp on, the light from it brightening up her room through the vast darkness that took over it. Once her eyes landed on her boyfriend who was holding his nose in pain, (Y/n) gasped.

"Steve!" She shrieked, clambering out of her bed as her sheets tangled around her feet. Crawling toward him, (Y/n) fought him to remove his hands from his face before assessing the damage on his nose. To her horror, blood began seeping from his nostrils as the skin turned red and inflamed, no doubt about his nose and cheek area turning purple within the next hour.

"Why did you sneak in, honey?" (Y/n) asked him, her voice now filled with concern and worry rather than panic. Pushing his hair back, (Y/n) rested her hands on the sides of his face to make him stare at her. "Why didn't you just come through the front door? I gave you a key!"

At her flustered face, Steve smiled again. "You're so cute," He told her, causing her to roll her eyes, but blush nonetheless. "I didn't want to wake your parents up," He added on. "It's almost two in the morning, and I doubt they want me opening your loud front door with the old and noisy hinges."

"Which you still have to help my dad fix, by the way," (Y/n) reminded him, standing up with him following her.

"I know," Steve assured her, walking alongside her as they headed to her bathroom across the hall. "And don't worry - I will be the best son-in-law to your dad ever."

His words made (Y/n) shake her head and smile, the term 'son-in-law' making her heart beat ten times faster than usual. Steve alone already caused her heart to do that just by being near her, but with the idea of being married to Steve one day clouding her mind, (Y/n) could barely think about anything else at all.

"My parents aren't even home tonight, Steve," She reminded him, as she pulled the toilet seat lid down for him to sit on. "I told you that when you called about going on a date tomorrow morning for breakfast," (Y/n) added, pointing toward the toilet lid for him to sit down on. "So, again, why did you come through my window?"

With him seated and low enough for (Y/n) to clean off the blood around his nose and mouth, Steve realized what she was saying was the truth. He completely forgot what she was saying to him over the payphone speaker because he was too engrossed in his thoughts about giving her the gift he had gotten for her at the mall earlier. "Because coming through the window is much more... romantic?" He proposed, arching an eyebrow at her.

Pulling back from touching his now clean nose to feel if it's broken, (Y/n) stared down at him with pursed lips and a hand on her hip. "Is that your final answer?" She asked, unable to resist the smirk that rose to her lips in response to her boyfriend's goofiness.

Thankful his comment made her smile, Steve wrapped his arms around her hips and pulled her closer between his parted legs, his arms remaining firm in his hold around her. "I do have to say I'm a bit proud knowing my girl can take care of herself," He confessed, forgetting about his broken nose until (Y/n) touched it again, feeling the curve of the bone. He had broken his nose yet again, but thankfully, this time it wasn't because he was defending a group of twelve-year-olds.

"But, for the people who really need to get beat up," Steve tugs his girlfriend closer to him, effectively pushing his chest against her stomach and his chin on her chest. "That's my job," He adds, making her giggle and lightly slap his shoulder.

"Oh hush!" She said to him right before pushing his nose back in place, causing Steve to shut his eyes and go stiff in his movements as the numbing pain rushed through him. Holding her breath, (Y/n) didn't move either until Steve did a few seconds later, letting her release a thankful sigh.

"Thank you, baby," Steve told her, rising up from the toilet lid to once again stand a few inches taller than (Y/n). Still holding her tightly against him, the red-and-blue-faced boy smiled down at her as his eyes scanned over her gorgeous face. For having just woken up, she was utterly beautiful without anything covering her perfect face, and not to mention she was sexy as hell dressed in only his t-shirt and her panties.

Watching his eyes never leave her face, (Y/n) returned his bliss-filled stare with a giggle soon falling from her lips. "What?" She couldn't help but ask as he continued to gaze down upon her, his facial expression never changing in the slightest. Without answering her questions, Steve jerked (Y/n) up into his arms and carried her back into her room, her legs stuck around his waist the entire time.

"Oh, I don't know if we'll make it to breakfast tomorrow," Steve told her, gently tossing her down onto her messy bed before hovering over her and pressing his lips to hers in a passionate and heavy kiss. The meaning behind his seemingly innocent words made her let out a laugh without the worry of waking her parents. However, once her lips parted from his, she remembered something.

"Wait, wait, Steve, your nose!" (Y/n) reminded him, quickly trying to sit up to go and get a bag of frozen peas for him. "We need to put ice on it so it doesn't swell!"

Just as (Y/n) began to slide out from beneath Steve, he wrapped his arms around her once again and pulled her close, her back pressed up against his chest. "I need you more though," He simply muttered before attaching his lips to her neck and sucking on the skin, leaving purple spots there that would definitely match the area around his nose in the morning. Although (Y/n) wanted to try and reduce the swelling of his nose as much as she could, she couldn't help but lose that thought as other thoughts began arising to her minds while a warm hand began roaming underneath her shirt and over her soft skin.

The next morning, they did end up going to breakfast with (Y/n) wearing a turtleneck in the middle of summer and Steve smirking the entire time, trying his hardest to ignore the pain it caused his nose.

[eddiessidegirl]

Hell Bent for Leather

Chapter 4

Masterlist: x

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

Pairing: Eddie x Henderson!Reader

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

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

Warnings: Swearing, canon compliant violence and gore, eventual smut, mutual pining, death, kind of angsty at moments, potential for MC death.

Chapter word count: 2034

A/N: this is slightly smaller because I didn’t want to drag this scene out, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless!

MINORS DNI - 18+

Ten days, ten torturous and miserable days is how long it had been since Eddie called you a ‘good friend’. Your pride had been hurt, and you were trying to heal it with cheesy John Hughes movies (borrowed from Nancy) and some chocolate from your bedside table. Dustin tried to understand and you didn’t want him to be mad at his hero so lied and told him ‘school stuff’. You hadn’t left your room other than to pee since you came home that day. No one knew you’d been there so no one was none the wiser to your actual feelings.

On the other side of town, Eddie Munson was having obsessive thoughts. Beating himself up for not being honest with you. He’d practically paced a hole into the floor, he’d walked the same circle a million times. “Fuck it.” He muttered finally coming to a stop. “Just go to Y/Ns house and apologize to her. What’s the worst that could happen, she smack the shit out of you?” He shook his head, he’d deserve it if you did. Sliding his feet into his Reeboks and his arms into his leather jacket he bolted for the door.

It wasn’t until he was halfway to the Henderson house that he realized how late it was. He’d kept to the woods best he could, him still being ‘dead’ and all. Eddie hadn’t noticed that the streets were empty, save for maybe a car or two. His watch read 12:01AM, maybe you were still awake, maybe you were outside having a puff. Shit, or maybe he’d wasted his time. Eddie steeled himself and forged on. He’d come this far. Couldn’t chicken out now. “Don’t be a pussy, Munson.” He chastised himself pushing his feet to run harder, faster.

30 minutes later he stood outside, there was a light on in one of the rooms. Eddie hadn’t been to you and Dustin’s house since…before Spring break, he wasn’t sure that he’d be welcome at your family home now. Thankfully, Dustin had told him that your mom had gone out of town to visit her sister, so he knew he could sneak along and climb in the window.

And sneak he did, in five minutes flat, that was the hard part, thank goodness your dad had planted all the green bushes around the grounds before he left your mom. It helped shield him from the neighbours views had they thought to look out their windows. The window he sought was open, but only just, pushing it the rest of the way up, he slipped into the room foot first. He softly landed, not realizing the surroundings of the room matched that of a boys than a young woman’s.

He stood up tall, fixing his jacket and froze when he heard a familiar voice but not the one he was expecting. “What the fuck are you doing in my room, Eddie?” Dustin turned in his chair. He’d been painting a figure for the next campaign, he heard the window open and watched Eddie climb through.

“Late night campaign talk?” Eddie tried with a small grin. Knowing he was caught, his face covered in embarrassment at being caught.

Something roused you from the fitful sleep you were trying to get. Loud voices. “God dammit Dustin. Turn the television down.” Your form rolled back over, arm wrapped around your stomach comfortingly, you were just drifting off when the voices began again, this time they sounded like they were arguing. Roughly you shoved the blankets back and left your room. Not appreciating how loud Dustin was being. Just outside his door your hand on the doorknob you caught a bit of the conversation.

“Admit it, you’re here to talk to Y/N.”

“N-no man. I’m here to see you.”

“At almost 1 in the morning? I may be a freshman but I’m not an idiot. Just cut the bullshit, Eddie and own up to it.”

“Alright fi—“

You’d heard enough. Pushing the door open you came upon the scene of your brother in his PJs, and a very disheveled Eddie, looking like he’d seen a ghost. “Can someone please fill me in on what is going on and why… you’re here?” You shot Eddie a side glance.

“He’s telling me it’s D&D shit but I don’t believe him.” Dustin told you, “I know he’s here to talk to you but can you both get the hell out of my room,” your younger brother ushered you out of his bedroom, slamming the door in your faces. You’d hear your brother muttering and then then sound of his ham radio kicking in, he was calling Suzie. Figures.

Pinching your nose you wordlessly lead the metalhead down the hall to your own room, still dark. Your finger flicked the light on. “What the hell do you want, Eddie. I have a job interview in the morning and being awoken by you in the middle of the night wasn’t on my to do list.”

He crossed the room, the scent of weed, his cologne and natural scent wafting past you, carefully he sat on the edge of your bed, head in his hands. “Look, Y/N, I came over… to apologize ok? When… when I gave you that necklace” he gestured blindly to the chain still around your neck “I realize that I said something that clearly hurt you. I should have apologized before you left but Hopper and you left so fast that before I could realize what I did it was too late.”

Your hand had come up to hold onto the pendant while he talked. “What are you trying to say, Eddie, because I’m not following.” Your own legs backpedaled you until you collided with the stool at the vanity against the wall, forcing you to sit with a small oof. He hadn’t looked up yet, and you really wanted him too. Needed him too. There was a gnawing inside your chest that had an itch that needed scratching. Still he looked down.

He sat like that for a few minutes, and then looked up, pain etched across his face, but there was something else, something you couldn’t place.

Inside Eddie’s mind, it was jumbled, his subconscious reminding him of tender moments you’d shared when he’d be helping Dustin with his character sheets. The time he got something off the top shelf, when he fished a bandage out of a drawer for you, and one of the few times you’d been at his house and spilled Coke on yourself because Sinclair had been chasing Max with a water gun and ran into you. Eddie lent you one of his biggest shirts so you could wash out the soda before it stained. He remembered how good you looked in it, the way it was tight around your chest and stomach, accentuating your curves, and highlighted your thighs in the best way. Eddie hadn’t even cared that the image on it was stretched slight because you looked fucking hot in it. Not that he’d ever admit that his sheeps’ sister was giving him raging hard ons every so often.

No that was inappropriate, yes, you were 18 since February but Eddie knew Dustin would be mad. He didn’t want to disrespect the little shit. He eventually let out a breath and spoke, “this is hard to say, because I…I don’t do feelings, nooooope. I’m as cynical as they come, sweetheart. But when I gave you that necklace, it… wasn’t about you being a good friend, and you are, better than I deserve, for a multitude of reasons. Fuck knows I’m a screw up.” He paused for a second, running his hands over his face, “what I’m trying to say is that I like you, Y/N, I’ve liked you since the beginning of school last year when you dropped Dustin off at his first Hellfire meeting. An—“

Eddie was cut off by you standing “Eds…why are you saying this?” You’d fallen into using an old nickname you had for him at school. Your heart was racing, it felt like a joke, it had to be. There had to be no way he was saying it of his own accord, he climbed through your brothers window and there had been time for the two of them to come up with this scheme to try and make you feel better. Even if it meant lying to your face. Cause there was no way Eddie Munson liked you. You knew his type and it could be summed up by a single word, Chrissy.

At some point you had begun pacing your room, and only stopped when you ran into Eddie’s chest. Stunned for a moment you opened your mouth to say something only to be silenced by Eddie cupping your face and pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. Your eyes remained open only for a second before they finally closed and you kissed him back, one hand still holding the necklace, the other one free to grasp his vest, pulling him close.

The kiss last for what felt like hours but in all reality only a few moments, both your mouths red and puffy, cheeks crimson with blush, neither of you knew what to say. Which surprised both of you, normally Eddie would have had a quip but nothing came. The room was quiet, your heart beating loudly in your head. His hands were still on your face, your hand still clutching his denim as if you both didn’t want the moment to end. For whatever spell had been cast on your room to stay.

It was in that moment that neither of you had heard your door open, or noticed that Dustin had stood there and saw the two of you in your semi-embrace “thank god, I thought I’d have to deal with the mooning and moping forever. God you two are pitiful.”

Eddie and you jumped apart, he tripped on a slipper and fell to the floor “you know what Henderson, normally I’d tell you where to go and how fast to get there, but not tonight. You will however have to paint all the figurines for every club member in the next campaign. On your own. You can’t even ask Byers to help.”

Eddie had a smile plastered on his face, you grinned yourself, your brother looked annoyed but a light in his eyes told you he was relieved that you two finally did something about your crushes. He simply nodded and went back to his room.

“You think everyone knew?“ you asked Eddie, helping him off the floor, slipping your fingers between his.

“With our luck? Most definitely.” He sat on your bed again and pulled you into a hug, his arms sitting comfortably on the top of your butt. Your face buried into his hair, relishing into this moment. “I need to head back soon, Hopper will be up soon, and I’m not cleared yet, so I can’t be seen by the general populace currently.”

You walk with him down the hall, leading the way, “I’ll come by later, I promise” leaning up you pressed a chaste kiss on his jaw and saw Eddie out. Your heart felt light, like something had gone your way for once.

At least until you got to the top the hall and Dustin stood there “what’s that?” He asked gesturing to your key pendant. Quickly you explained that Eddie had found it near his old trailer, “I think I’ve seen it before but I can’t remember where.”

Bidding him goodnight you resumed inhabiting your own rooms and you fell asleep clutching that necklace; hoping for peaceful dreams only to dream of a clock swirled in red clouds, it seemed unassuming at first, just a clock, and then the gong chimed loudly, it felt too real, a voice spoke softly, almost a gravelly whisper “Hello, Y/N, I see you’ve found my key.” A claw came out of the mist and reached for you. Suddenly you jerked awake in a cold sweat. There was no mist. No clock. Just your room and the still present sent of Eddie lingering in the air. There was no more sleep that night.

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[hispipsqueak]

Good Little Pet

Satan x F!Reader - NSFW

WC: 2.5K

TW: pet play, anal play, choking, master/pet dynamics, maid outfits, light degradation, unprotected sex

A/N: I’ve been on a huge Satan kick lately. I roast the hell out of him, but would I still die to be his kitten? You bet! Sorry I’ve been MIA for a bit. I have so many fics I’m working on, and not enough time in the day. Thank you for all the support friends. <3 I see your tags and they honestly make my entire life! Also I did proofread this, but I’ve also been staring at it for a week so plz don’t hate me if there’s typos! :D 

All characters are 18+

The House of Lamentation had been unusually relaxed today. Most of the brothers were out, leaving only three home. Surprisingly the room was mostly silent as Levi had his headphones on as he played his game and even Mammon had been quiet, as he fiddled with his D.D.D. 

Satan thumbed through a mystery novel as he sipped his tea. Though he usually preferred to read in his room, the ambience here was relaxed enough for once, that he could focus.

Until the door opened and Asmodeus walked in, dragging you behind him laughing. The two of you had been out shopping and the stack of boxes you held towered above you.

"Ah, Satan could you help me with this?" You asked, giggling about something Asmo had said. Sighing as he placed his bookmark, Satan reached over to help you with the boxes, revealing your smiling face and the cat-ear headband you had on top of your head.

"Satan, isn't MC adorable as a cute cat?! Nya for us MC!" Asmo asked. You rolled your eyes, but put your hand up in a paw shape, letting out a sweet "nya". Satan's eyes widened and he could feel heat rising into his cheeks. He quickly turned around.

"Uh, yes of course. I'll be going back to my room." He placed the boxes on the floor and hurried away as you and Asmo looked at each other confused.

Satan closed his door behind him and pressed his back to the wooden frame. 

Satan often considered himself to be more level headed than most of his brothers, but he couldn't deny his attraction to you. Still, he showed less emotion outwardly than the rest of the brothers and he prided himself in that. However, seeing you in those cat ears, giving cute little meows as your eyes gazed up at him? Satan could feel his growing erection tenting his pants. 

He had seen one of Levi's games a while back that featured a cat girl in a scantily clad maid outfit on the front cover. Now, he pictured you in the same outfit, cat ears atop your head, your skimpy dress leaving little to the imagination as you knelt in front of him, your lips parted waiting for your master's orders.

Fuck. He let out a shaky breath as the image of you bent over his desk, collared and begging for him to fuck you now entered his mind. His hand slid down to his throbbing cock, desperately wanting release. 

A knock at the door interrupted him.

"Satan? You left your book and your tea. I brought it for you." Your voice called out, tentatively.

Shit. Satan looked around wildly. before sitting at his desk to hide his obvious arousal. 

"Come in." He called out hoarsely, hoping you didn't notice the quiver in his voice.

You opened the door, still wearing those damned ears and looked concerningly at him.

"Are you feeling alright? You rushed out of there and your face is really red." You placed his things on the desk as you walked towards him, avoiding the precarious stacks of books around the room. He quickly grabbed a book from the top of a pile and placed it on his lap as you approached him. 

"I'm fine, just got lost in thought." He lied. You raised an eyebrow but didn't press it. The pile of books next to him chose that moment to clatter to the ground and before he could react, you knelt down in front of him to pick up the fallen books. 

He looked down at you and bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. You looked up at him innocently, identical to the naughty visions of you in his mind. 

You placed a hand on his knee and he let out a low groan. Your eyes widened.

"Satan? I-"

"Come down for dinner!" Asmo's voice chirped out from outside the door. You stood up and turned.

"Do you want me to let them know you're not feeling well? I can bring you something back."

Satan nodded. He had to really take care of the very pressing issue at hand and knew he wouldn't be able to sit through an entire agonizing meal.

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"Pass the salt, Asmo."

"I didn't hear a 'nya', MC." Asmo giggled, poking his tongue out at you. Your hand flew to your hair. 

"I forgot I had these on!" You laughed.

"Let's hope Satan doesn't see those." Levi muttered.

You cocked your head. "What do you mean."

Levi's face flushed. "Uh...no reason, er, nothing!!!"

You narrowed your eyes at the reddening demon.

"Satan's obsession with cats doesn't stop at real cats. Didn't he get obsessed with that stupid cat girl game?" Belphie yawned, sliding his half-finished plate to Beel who dug in happily.

"You mean Neko Magic Maid♡. It wasn't even that good of a game!" Levi said, "It definitely wasn't as good as SuperStar Magic Maid…"

"Yeah. I don't think he was interested in the storyline." Mammon interjected, laughing.

Lucifer scolded the brothers for being crass but your mind wandered. Was that why Satan was acting so weird? After dinner, you headed to Levi's room.

"Hey Levi! I was wondering more about that game you were talking about? The catgirl one?"

Levi didn't even turn from his computer screen. "Yeah it's on that shelf. But if you really like the Magic Maid series you should start with Springtime Magic…AHHH HE'S RESPAWNED!" He yelled, ignoring you again for the game he was currently playing.

You grabbed the game and slipped out of his room quietly. Glancing at the cover you saw a cat girl dressed in a ridiculously short maid costume. Her ears and tail were perked up and she donned a black collar around her neck with a little bell and tag that read 'Master'.

You grinned as you headed to your room. This would be fun.

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"Satan?" 

"Come in."

Satan turned the page in his book.  Thankfully after that disastrous night, you hadn't worn that headband again, though he'd be lying if he said the image from you that day hadn't been filling his mind as he jerked his cock each night.

He heard you step into the room, but you didn't say anything. Looking up, his jaw dropped.

You were dressed in a maid outfit somehow more revealing than the one from the game. Your breasts were practically popping out of the dress, and the short skirt barely covered your ass. He could see the slight bulge of your thighs over top of your sheer thigh-high socks and he had the urge to bite that spot over and over.

You had the cat ears on again and as you walked towards him, he could hear a jingling noise. Glancing at your neck he saw a simple black collar with his name on the tag and a silver bell. 

"MC what are you doing?" He breathed out shakily. You placed your hand on his chest, gently pushing him into his desk chair.

"Taking care of you…Master." You knelt down on the floor and looked at him expectantly. 

Satan blinked rapidly. He had to be dreaming. 

"Can I please you, Master?" You asked. He nodded, at a loss for words, and you began to unbutton his pants, freeing his rapidly hardening cock. Your hands wrapped around it squeezing, and you slowly moved up and down. Satan let out a groan.

You moved closer, pressing your lips to the tip of his cockhead before lapping at the beads of precum from the slit. You slid his length into your warm, wet mouth and looked into his eyes, swirling your tongue around his cock. This elicited another grunt from the blonde demon.

As you bobbed up and down on his length, he rested his hand on your hair, gently pushing you deeper on his cock. You moaned around him and the vibrations made his heart race. He looked down at you, and noticed the tail that led to under your skirt. 

The realization set a switch off in his brain. He bucked his hips, forcing more of his cock into your mouth.

"Ohhhh fuck. That's it kitten. You like choking on Master's cock?" He asked, his fingers gripping tightly to your hair. You could only gag around him as a response, and the noises you let out were absolutely sinful.

"Such a good little pet. Your throat is squeezing me so well, kitten. But you can go deeper, can't you? Don't you want to please your master?" He asked. 

Frantically you nodded and forced even more of him down your throat, trying your best to breathe out of your nose. As you tried to pull back, his grip tightened, holding you firmly in place. Your eyes watered as you felt his cock throb in your throat and your vision blurred, from tears or lack of oxygen, you weren’t sure. He pulled back and you gasped for air, tear streaked face looking up at him. Satan panicked, apologies already forming in his head before you grinned and pulled him back into your mouth.

“Fuuuuck, such a good kitten. Addicted to master’s cock.” Satan groaned out, his eyes closing as you found your pace on his length. He could feel his release creeping up on him, a fiery feeling in the core of him as your mouth enveloped his cock. The room filled with soft pants and the jingling of the bell around your neck. He met your eyes as you continued to take him deeper. He wouldn’t last much longer if you kept like this. 

“That’s it kitten, that’s it. You want master’s milk? Want your cute belly full of your master’s cum? Tell me, kitten.”

You whined around him, releasing his cock from your lips. 

“Please master. Need to please you. Want your cum.” Your eyes were glassy with tears and drool dripped down the corners of your plump lips. Satan wished he could snap a picture of you looking so lewd.

“Good girl. Milk my cock kitten. Milk my fucking cock.” He gasped as you sped up around him, sloppier and more vigorously than before. Spit coated your chin and spilled onto his thighs as you wrapped your tongue around his cock.

“FUCK! Fuck, just like that!! Oh fuck, cumming!! Take it all, kitten. Fucking take it.” Satan wailed, his muscles tensing as he shot load after load down your throat. You struggled to swallow everything, with some dripping off your lips. Breathing hard, he scooped it with his finger, pushing it back into your mouth.

“Don’t waste a drop kitten.”

You sucked on his finger, a content smile on your face. He reached down, tugging your wrists and pulling you to your feet.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you kitten? Oh no...I want to explore every little bit of you.” He whispered, bending you over his desk. Flipping up your skirt he admired as the tail slid into your ass and gently tugged it, pulling a low moan from you.

“Such a naughty kitten. I can’t wait to fill all your holes with my seed.” He said, his hand palming your ass, before smacking you hard. You jolted forward with a soft whimper. He tugged at your tail again, chuckling as you squeezed your thighs together.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already squirming.” His fingers pressed against your drooling cunt. “Already this wet, just from a few tugs on your tail? What a slutty little pet you are.”

You moaned as he pressed his fingers into your cunt, the slick arousal easily letting him into you. He slowly pumped in and out of you as you attempted to grind against his palm, whining when he gripped your hips, stilling you.

“Look at you, kitten. Debasing yourself just to get off. How filthy.” His voice was sadistic and yet your body trembled with desire under his touch. Your brain was hazy with his fingers rhythmically plunging into you and all you wanted was for him to use you for his pleasure. 

“Please Master. Please touch me.” You pleaded, squeezing your thighs together as he pulled his fingers out of you. He pushed you down on the desk, as he pressed his cockhead against your entrance.

“Beg.”

“Please fuck me master. Please let me cum around your cock. I need you so bad, sir – FUCK!”

Satan slammed his cock into you, causing you to cry out. His hand gripped your hip as he fucked himself deeper into you. 

“Scream as loud as you want kitten, no one is going to hear you through the spells in this room. You’re clenching around me so deliciously, pet.” His fingertips bruised your skin and papers and books were knocked off the desk as he slammed into you over and over.

Your body shook and you felt so full with his cock in your pussy and the plug in your ass. You felt stretched to your limit and still he pressed on, fucking you until you saw stars.

“I can feel the pressure of your tail plug through your delicious cunt, kitten. Doesn’t it feel good to be so full? You’re such a lewd little kitten, aren’t you?” As he taunted you with his words, his fingers danced around your clit, causing your legs to feel like they were giving out. Relentless, he continued pounding into you as tears fell from your eyes.

“So, so full. So good, master! Your cock is so perfect, Master.” you babbled, your brain delirious with lust. The fire burning in your core was so overwhelming, your body ached for more and you needed him, needed your master to push you over that peak.

Satan growled, feeling his demon form activate. His tail wrapped itself around your neck, holding you in place as he wrecked you.

“Your lewd little pussy is fluttering around my cock, kitten. Are you going to cum for me? Are you going to cum for your master’s cock?” He panted out. He was close, apparent as his thrusts became harder and faster.

“Yes please Master. Let me cum on your cock!” You choked out, his tail tightening around your throat. Your eyes fluttered as you felt back arch.

“Cum for me, pet.”

That was all it took. You wailed as your cunt clenched around him, creaming around his cock. Your body convulsed and you felt dazed as you gushed around him. 

“Fuck, kitten!” He groaned out. His hand slammed you down as he unloaded into you. He was so deep, you could practically feel his cum in your belly as he shot ropes of his hot seed into your body over and over. After what felt like a lifetime, he slowly slid out of you.

Picking you up he delicately placed you on his bed, wiping aways the traces of cum that dripped onto your thighs. He gently worked your tail plug out and placed it on the desk before covering you with his sheets. 

“You did so good for me, kitten.” He whispered into your skin. Your eyes were too heavy to open, so you just smiled sleepily and curled into his chest. Running his hand through your hair, he undid the cat ear clips and placed them on his nightstand before succumbing to exhaustion, his whispered words barely audible.

“Good little pet.”

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Content

Tags: Soft, soft, fluff, INSIDE era, gender neutral (any can read)!

Word Count: 2.7k 

You walk out of the kitchen with a glass of coffee. A spoon of sugar and enough milk. Just the way Bo likes it. Today though, he wanted it made for the evening, instead of his usual morning routine.

“Bo! Your coffee’s ready!” You scream up through the stairway.

“Coming!”

Running down the stairs was Bo, with a stack of clothes, some his, some yours. You recognize one of your favorite clothing on the pile in his hands.

“Excuse you, is that my flannel?” You ask, tugging on the cloth.

“Excuse me, and yes. Yes it is, honey.” He answers with his eyebrows raised and an awkward smile.

“Aaand, what is it for?”

“That, I may not be able to tell you now. But, come with me to the guesthouse today, will you? I’ll give you a sneak peak.” He says, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. No struggle of course, he was way taller than you.

You nodded, “Okie. Very exciting.” noticing your wool beanie in between the stack.

Bo’s been working on a new project. For at least a year now, he’s been planning on everything. The songs that’ll be in it, how it’ll be played out. Your living room, bedroom and even the kitchen has Bo’s notes and his notebooks scattered around. You’ve promised him long ago that you wouldn’t open or look into any of them. Of course, you didn’t, respecting and giving him his privacy.  

He stays in the guesthouse for hours a day. From morning to night, some days he would even sleep in the guesthouse. You’ve never been in there since he first went in to start his project. Never stepped close at all. Sometimes though, whenever you lay in bed at night, you swore you could hear him slamming the keys of his keyboard from afar, or maybe even him yelling at things.

You know he struggles with his own content. You’ve been through this quite often. He would sometimes come back to the house frustrated, unable to create something that he would like. Some days, he would come back crying, walking straight into your open arms and sobbing into your shoulder. And although you’ve offered to help, he shrugged it off and reassured you that he wants to try his best and work on it alone.

“You need anything else?” You asked as you follow behind him.

“At the moment, no. Oh, wait actually yes. You know my favorite pair of socks?”

“The one with the yellow bit at the end?”

“That’s the one. Thank you Y/N, honey.”

You place the coffee mug on the kitchen table and walked to your front door, where right next to it, is a little cabinet. You pull the top drawer open and looked for the socks, pulling pair after pair, until you found them.

“Found them!” You happily beamed. But as you look back to where Bo was last, he wasn’t there. You saw the sliding door leading to the backyard open , the gentle breeze greeting the kitchen and living room.

You closed the drawer and briskly walked to the kitchen to grab Bo’s coffee mug before stepping out through the door. You tiptoe through the cold grass, quickly making your way to the guesthouse.

Just as you were about to step into the room, Bo came out, quickly closing the door and stopping you in your tracks. He spread his arms out to cover the door. You looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“Okay. Just a fair warning before you go in.  There’s a lot of random shit scattered around literally everywhere. So, don’t be too surprised. Or worried.” He smiles.

“Got it. Oh, and here are the socks. And coffee.” You throw back a smile at him. Managing a thumbs up with the pair of socks in your grip.

“Perfect. Thank you so much.”

He turns around and slowly pushing the door handle down his his left elbow, turning his head slightly to you with a shy smile on his face as you both enter into the guesthouse.

The lights were off, the room only illuminated by the sun peaking through the blinds. As you look around, you realize he wasn’t kidding at all. The floor was covered in different wires coming out from different directions. A camera on a tripod was set in the middle of the room, facing towards where you first entered. One of his keyboards was placed on its stand near the camera to a certain angle, while the other that Bo owns was on the floor, awkwardly propped up against the wall.

The desk and cabinet had different books and pieces of paper scattered on top, camera

“Alright, if you don’t mind, the sofa we have is where you can sit on for now. I know the room’s an absolute mess right now.”

He puts his hand out for you, and you grab onto him, slowly making your way to the sofa in the corner of the room with your eyes to the floor, making sure you aren’t stepping on any of the cables.

Bo sat down on the sofa, and pats on the empty space next to him, signaling you to sit. As you did so, you couldn’t leave your eyes off every corner of the room.

“So, this is it so far.”  He sighed.

“I don’t even know what most of all the stuff on the floor is for.” You said, waving your hands from the left to the right, framing what you’re seeing.

“Here, let me show you.” He stands up, walking towards on of the devices on the floor. As he stepped on one of the buttons on it, a bright purple light   projected from a panel near you and onto the right side of the wall.

He stepped on a different button, and this time the light projected to another direction from a different panel.

“Woah…” You muttered.

“Pretty cool right?”

“Very cool…” You said with your lips parted in awe.

He takes a sip of the warm coffee.  “And, tonight, I want you to be here as I record my very first step to my project.”

God, his smile could sweep you off your feet every, single, time. You were so proud of him, so happy to see him step out of his nest and finally work on something once again.  

You frantically nodded, not able to contain your excitement.

He took a sip of his coffee, “But. We might have to wait a bit, because I’ve gotta record this first bit in complete darkness.”

“You sure you want me to stay? I mean, I can wait back in the house.”

He placed his mug on the desk beside him and walked towards you. He reached his hand out and you placed yours in his.

“I haven’t been at home much for some time now. I only ever come back to sleep or to have dinner with you. And you’ve been the only person there for me throughout my process of making this.”

His blue eyes stay on yours. His voice is soft, very gentle, making sure you’re getting what he’s trying to say.

“And Y/N, it’s only fair that you get to be a part of it.”

Once again that smile of his is back. You can’t help but to jump up from your seat and hug him, landing your head on his chest. He froze for a second, hands spread apart with you in between. But in a second, he enveloped you in his warm embrace.

“I am so, so, so proud of you.” You said to him in a muffled voice, “I really am.”

He slowly releases you, and holds you by your shoulders. You notice he was a little teary eyed, his face softening from usual. You place a hand on his cheek and he rests on your hand, soon his left hand follows and holds your hand against his cheek.

“Let’s get ready shall we? I’ll help out with anything you need.” You said to him.

For the next two hours, you helped Bo get ready to record. He vaguely tells you what goes where, and you follow as instructed, moving his cameras around, testing it to see if it’s the way he wants it. Lights were moved around to different areas of the room, testing the way it shines onto him from different angles. You listened and watched as he tests his mic, adjusting how loud the audio output was gonna be, making different tracks to separate the instrumental track from his vocals. This was all a fascinating process for you.

Occasionally, you would have to leave the guesthouse to wait outside as Bo tests something out. He’d told you prior to getting ready that he wanted a few things to be a surprise to you when he starts recording. You were a sucker for his surprises. Anything that Bo’s ever made is a masterpiece to you, so, you’d be happy to wait outside to see what he’s done eventually.

It wasn’t long that you had to wait outside until finally, he opens the door to the guesthouse and tells you to come in. Even then, he covers your eyes to avoid you from looking around too much and spoiling the fun. He guides you back to the sofa, and after you’ve settled on your seat, he tells you to close your eyes.

“Keep them closed! No peeking!”

You hear his voice moving further away from you as he said so. Your curiosity grew, wanting to know where he’s going and what he was up to now.

“Okay, okay! Promise they’re closed!”

You covered your eyes with both hands, unable to hide your smile. You’ve never felt this excited for anything ever since the pandemic started.

“Okay, once I tell you to have them opened, I’ll have started recording by then. So, try your best to be as silent as possible.”

“Got it.” You manage a thumbs up with one hand, while the other now covers both your eyes.

You hear him shuffle around the room, a little “ow” coming out from him as he slaps something on. You didn’t recognize what it was. Then, you heard what you thought was the light switch being flicked. After hearing him shuffle around a for a bit more, he finally tells you to open your eyes from a distance.

“Okay, you can open them now, honey.”

You put your hands down and slowly opened your eyes, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the suddenly dark room. Bo was sat on the chair you both set up, with the light shining to his right side. You guessed what he slapped on was the headlamp stretched around his head. You had a million ideas of what it might be for, but knowing Bo, it’s probably an idea you wouldn’t have thought of.

You pressed your bottom and top lip together and did a zipping motion from the left to the right. He smiled, holding his laugh in as to not mess up the shot. You shoot him a thumbs up and he returned it by blowing you kiss.

And he started. He pressed a few buttons on the keyboard of his laptop then sat back against his chair, relaxed and a little slouched. A catchy beat came from the speaker you helped him set up. Soon after, a few synths came in, making a tune. You sat, frozen to the sofa, only able to take in what's happening in front of you.

Bo was looking away from the camera before he slowly starts lifting the mic closer to his mouth, before starting to sing on cue.

“If you’d have told me, a year ago that I’d be locked inside of my home.” In between, a pre recorded audio of him singing came up before he continued singing live again.

“I would’ve told you, a year ago, “Interesting, now leave me alone.””

You were in awe. You love his deep voice. Finally hearing him sing to these new lyrics that he’d wrote over the past year felt so surreal. You smiled seeing how Bo bounces his leg to the beat of the song.

“Robert’s been a little depressed. No~”

You felt your heart sank at the line, but you kept your cool, not wanting to distract him. Although you were quickly able to calm down a little after hearing the bridge of the song come up. You couldn’t lie, it’s a catchy song.

Once you heard the build up to the chorus, you saw Bo reach his hand up to press a button on his headlamp.

“I’m sorry I was gone, but look I made you some content.”

Bo looked up and so did you, and your jaw dropped as the disco ball hung on the ceiling appeared to be spinning around, reflecting the light shining from his headlamp. The disco ball projected all the lights against the walls of the room, making it look so bright and interactive. You looked around the walls, seeing the lights dance on every single item in the room. You couldn’t hide the smile growing on your face, forgetting if Bo might get distracted by you.

“Daddy made you your favorite, open wide.”

You snap your gaze back at Bo after hearing that, loving how he added in that line to the song. He was concentrated as ever, maintaining a leveled eye contact to one point as not to move the light shining on the disco ball. He continues on, and you stare at him, smiling as you enjoyed the catchy tune.

“It’s a beautiful day to stay inside.”

He lowers the mic with the last line, and looks down into the camera, shining it with the headlamp. You squint your eyes, to try and look at him. The room went dark as he turns his headlamp off, leaving the room pitch black. He walked over to the light switch and flicked it on.

He catches your eyes, smiling wide at you.

You stand from the sofa, making happy little hops towards him.

“How did I not see the disco ball?” You ask in complete awe.

“That’s a bit of Bo’s magic.” He jokes, grinning at you as he takes of his headlamp, throwing it to the chair.

You hug him again, tight and proud. Happy that you were able to linger in the guesthouse and watch him take his first step into the project.

“So. What do you think?” He said, throwing a glance around the room then to you.

You cling on to him, a hand around his waist while you lean on his side.

“Absolutely incredible. Loved the song, loved the lighting, and definitely loved seeing you sing.”

“I need you to know this song’s for you. You’re the reason I’m able to start making content again. So, thank you so much.”

You place other hand on his chest, still leaning onto him.

“Thank you for starting again.”

He reached around for your hand, holding both of them in his before leaning down to kiss you. So gentle, so loving. He places his hand on your cheek, letting his fingers fall to your jaw and neck, the perfect fit. He pulls away, giving you one last quick peck on the lips.

You sigh happily.

“Well, we can leave everything here for now. Give me a sec, I’ll just quickly turn everything off.”

You watch as he leaps to his laptop, then to his speaker, making sure everything’s been saved and turned off properly.

“Alright. All good.”

“Pasta for dinner?” You ask him, intertwining your hands with his.

“Anything you make, really.” Nodding in approval.

You both step out of the guesthouse, knowing that for a few months or maybe more, you won’t be able to see him in there anymore. Before he closes the door, you take a last look at the slowly spinning disco ball. You were left to imagine what’s Bo going to create next. Only surprises.

You walked back to the house hand in hand, watching Bruce wait in front of the sliding door.

“Anyways, Daddy huh?” You teased him.

“Oh hush, I know you love it.” He laughed, patting the top of your head.

- 

Boy, was this fun to write. Thank you so much to @pharlapcartoonist​ for the request and idea behind this, I hope you liked it! I’m open to more requests! Hope everyone has a great day! Please stay happy and stay safe. <3

[seiyasabi]

Yamaguchi’s Awakening

(Here’s a Yandere Yamaguchi Tadashi x Female Reader story :PP I know you only mentioned a Mommy fic, but I kinda added a lil more ‘spice’ to that lol, so I hope that’s okay! If not, feel free to message me! Also, he’s known the stutter, so I made it a bit prevalent in the story. Sorry if that’s annoying.

TW: !Noncon/dubcon!, Mommy kink!, !You are p mean lol, Painslut Yama!, Masochist Yama!, You physically fight him but he loves it, practically wrestles you to the floor!, thigh fucking, creampie!, Calls himself baby boy but alternates that w ‘pig slut!’, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!) 

You woke up to Tadashi’s moans, eyes practically popping open in both terror and confusion. You’d taken a nap whilst waiting for him to come home from work, but you hadn’t expected to wake up to such a lewd sound. 

Pushing yourself up with shaky arms, your slip’s thin straps slide off of your moisturised shoulders, causing more of your cleavage to show in the skimpy garment. Tired eyes land on the green haired man’s slumped form, his long, lean body practically falling off of a plush chair on the other side of the room. His large hand is fisting his cock at an alarming pace, while his hips stutter upwards to meet his ministrations. 

“What the hell are you doing?” You frown in mild annoyance, scoffing in disgust. Is he really getting off to your sleeping form? 

“Mu-Mommy!” His face is pulled into the perfect Ahegao expression, tongue lolling out stupidly, as drool drips down his chin. Beads of sweat intermix with his perfectly scattered freckles, and if it weren’t for the fact that Tsukishima helped him kidnap you, you most likely would have found it arousing, “Puh-Please pu-punish me! I-I’m such a-a bad boy!” 

Screwing your face up in disgust, you practically spit venom at him, “Oh my God, you’re fucking disgusting. How dare you-” 

With a loud whine, he cums. His liquidy release coats his chest in large streaks, partially splashing himself in the face with his own spunk. The liquid creates a large puddle on the floor, demonstrating just how much semen he’s stored in his purple tinged balls. The sight before you has left you absolutely speechless, as Tadashi keens and whines for you to punish him. 

“Please, please, Mommy! I-I need you to-” 

“What the actual fuck did I just witness?” Your eyes never leave the puddle on your room’s wood look tile, “Oh my God, you’re such a disgusting pervert.”

At your words, the freckled man practically throws his naked body onto your lap, “Yu-you chose me! That means that you love me, right? A-and if Mommy loves me, she should punish me for being bad! Please hit me!” His previously softened cock is now standing back at attention, humping at your exposed legs. 

One of your perfectly manicured hands (thanks to Yamaguchi’s hard work) shoves his head off of your stomach, “Get the fuck off of me! Clearly, I chose wrong, because you’re just a slobbering pig!” Tears bead his large eyes, but the tall man doesn’t back down. He continues to try to rut against you, causing your shoves to become more violent, until you effectively shove him off of your bed. He lands on the hard ground with a ‘smack,’ as he moans on impact. 

“Ye-yes! Hi-hit me mu-more! I de-deserve it, your baby bu-boy deserves it!” He tries once more to crawl his way onto you, but you react far quicker than him. You use the ball of your foot to push him away by the forehead, dropping him back onto the cold floor. 

“Stay the fuck away from me! I knew I should’ve liked your asshole for a best friend, at least he wouldn’t be such a fucking weirdo!” You push yourself off of your bed, trying to escape to the bathroom, but it’s to no avail. Tadashi, in some sort of lucidity, drags you to the ground with him. His lean form tries to trap you to the floor, but your thrashing limbs and harsh elbows keep him from getting too close, “Stop it! Let go of me-”

“Du-don’t say you want someone else! Your precious piggy will do anything you want! Let your baby boy make his Mommy feel good!” You end up on your back, allowing your hands to worm their way between the two of you, and create a small distance. Taking full advantage of that, you get a single hand up by your face, which gives you the perfect opportunity to slap the dogshit out of the feral man. 

He moans breathily, as if he’s savouring the feeling of your harsh touches, “You’re fucking pathetic, Yamaguchi. No one would willingly choose you, which is why you lied and manipulated me!” You smack him multiple more times, his freckled, drooly cheeks quickly becoming bright red. You force your knees against his toned stomach, kneeing him uncomfortably in the ribs, which he just pushed more of his weight on. 

“Yes! Yes! Tell me more of the things you hate about me! Your harsh words are almost enough to make me cum!” Screwing up your face in absolute fury, you punch him in the throat, whilst simultaneously kicking him in the cock, causing him to cum immediately with a small scream, “Mu-Mommy, your piggy is cumming!” His hot, watery cum lands on your slip clad body, making you want to vomit. So, in a last ditch effort, you shove him off whilst he’s still recovering from a second intense orgasm. 

Scrambling to your feet, you make a break for the bathroom door, only to be dragged down to the floor by a firm grip on your ankle. Tadashi’s hot, wet body slots itself on top of yours, effectively pinning you down. Although he may be quite slim, his sheer size is enough to weigh you down. 

“Get off of me! You’re fucking sick!” He pants next to your ear, practically trying to mount you like a dog. His chest is firmly against your back, pushing down your lower half. His knees spread yours apart, allowing him to slot himself between your legs. 

You try to hit him, but because he’s behind you, your hits don’t land very hard. Both of his hands fumble whilst he tries to push your panties down, causing you to thrash even more than before. Growing tired of your ministrations, he rips the garment from your pussy. 

“Stop it! Yamaguchi, get off of me! Don’t do this to me!” Tears drip down your face in thick rivulets, as you sob in pure fury, “I-I’ll never forgive you! I’ll never forgive a pathetic fuck like you! I should have never become your friend- you don’t deserve any!” He lightly moans at your words, not quite listening to what you have to say, but enjoying your harsh tone. 

“Ye-yes, Mommy! Threaten me! I love how you belittle me so well!” He then tries to force his long cock inside of you, but is unsuccessful. You’d just barely moved your thighs together in time, blocking him from breaching your unprepared walls. But, that doesn’t seem to faze him, as he starts to hump your sweat slickened thighs, “Oh-oh my God, your thighs feel so good, Mommy! Your piggy slut loves them!” His eyes are practically rolling to the back of his head, as multiple squirts of precum escape his cock, slicking your pussy opening inadvertently. 

You throw your elbows at his head again, but he just lets them hit him, relishing your harsh blows. If anything, your attempted hits trigger him to hump you even faster. Which, in turn, unfortunately, causes him to accidentally hook his cockhead on your cunny opening, and force his prick inside of you. Your mouth gapes in both shock and pain, as you let out a shrill scream. He slams a sweaty hand over your mouth, fortunately minding your nose, letting you breathe through it. His entire body is convulsing, as he sits inside of you, relishing your twitching walls around his cock. 

“Mu-Mommy’s piggy lu-loves Mommy’s pu-pussy!” In quick, sudden movements, he bucks his hips into yours, his breeder balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. Your pants and light moans are muffled behind his hand, as you continue to cry and try to get free. Your thrashing does nothing but seat you further on his long cock, allowing him to hit your g-spot with every movement. Your pussy gushes at his ministrations, as you fall limp, “Fu-fuck, Mommy! Mommy, I-I’m gunna cum!” 

Your slack mouth tries to deny him, but your eyes practically roll up into your skull as you cum suddenly, spraying girl cum on his cock and on the floor below your chest, practically covering your entire torso. Feeling your orgasm milking his cock, Yamaguchi cums quickly after you, filling you to the brim with his watery, overabundant cum. It was like he was trying to fill every crevice inside of you with his milk, relishing how well you take him. You practically collapse to the ground, no longer having the strength to hold yourself off of the now slick wood look tile. This, in turn, causes his still cumming cock to fall out of you, spraying your ass and thighs with his seed. 

Yamaguchi strokes himself, trying to wring out as much cum as possibly on your crumpled, fucked out form. He looks down at you with an innocent grin, before smooching you kindly on the face, “Thank you, Mommy, your baby boy feels sooo much better, now that I’ve filled your pretty cunny! Do you want a bath?” 

You say nothing, seemingly still in shock at what just transpired. Yams coos at you, trying to gain your attention, but when you don’t respond, he takes it upon himself to clean you up. 

“It’s okay, sometimes when Tsukki would experiment with me, I’d be too sore to move, too! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re all pretty and clean after a long, hot bath.” 

With wobbly legs, the tall man stalks off to the bathroom, not batting an eye at your weird silence. 

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Lost and then Found pt. I

Imagine being taken by HYDRA. After years with them, they set you loose on someone you haven't seen in a while. Unfortunately for HYDRA, you weren't as susceptible to their mind experiments like they thought.

Words: 8.6K Author's Note: Major trigger warning! There will be a bit of talk about non-consensual pregnancies and some failed pregnancies from said attempts. Also I didn’t want to post this, but this upcoming week is going to be stressful for me and I honestly don’t know how much writing I’ll get done. Please read the bottom note for help on hopefully part 2 of this.

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The team had been hanging around various floors of the tower when FRIDAY alerted everyone that they were needed in the meeting room ASAP. And when FRIDAY sounded urgent, the team knew it must be serious. Leaving the gym, Steve and Bucky run into Clint and Natasha who had been coming out of the locker rooms.

"Any idea what's going on?" Bucky asks Nat.

She shakes her head. "FRIDAY wouldn't cough up any more information. I contacted Tony, but he just urged me to get my ass moving."

As they wait for the elevator, the doors slide open and they nod to Wanda who's already standing in the back corner. With her arms crossed over her chest, she nods to each of her teammates as they file in. Ever since she had lost Vision, she hadn't been quite herself and everyone knew to give her whatever time she needed.

In the meeting room, the atmosphere is immediately tense. Sam is at the table and as a testament to how serious the situation is he doesn't even crack a joke the second he lays eyes on Bucky. Everyone takes a seat, with the exception of Tony who's still pacing at the front of the room with a tablet in his hand.

"Tony," Steve calls out. "What's going on?"

A moment passes and then Tony stops at the head of the table, looking up. "This." He swipes up on his tablet screen, sending a video hologram to the middle of the table so everyone can see. "This came in about fifteen minutes ago."

The video plays and the team watches on in shocked speechlessness. The video shows a young girl who couldn't have yet been a teenager be strapped down to a gurney and injected with several different vials. They listen as the poor girl screams and thrashes, and sobs about burning on the inside.

The video cuts out before popping up again and shows the same girl, a little older this time, and having a mouth piece shoved into her small mouth before a contraption is lowered around her head. Eyes dart to Bucky and no one says a word as his metal arm whirs when he watches the young girl go through something very similar to what he went through. As she screams, the video cuts out again yet again.

Everyone had been so focused on Bucky's reaction, that no one paid any attention to Wanda as her eyes widened when the video came back for a third round. The girl on screen is definitely older now, her baby fat has all but vanished, and she looks defeated. Her hair hangs in limp strands around her face and there's a collar around her neck that Wanda knows gives off one hell of a shock to the person wearing it when they disobeyed orders. An older male walks into view and the girl cowers away. She winces, her hands flying up to the collar around her neck. "Begin," a voice then sounds. The male lunges for the small female and she tries her best to fend off his blows, but she ends up beaten and bloodied within thirty seconds. At the end of the fight the man is given instructions and then he walks over to the girl, kneeling down and biting her around the wrist. She screams, the man takes a bullet to the back of the head, and the video cuts out.

This time when the video comes back, the girl looks a little more steadier on her feet and less beaten down. She looks ready for a fight. Towards the end of the clip she has bloodied, pointed fingertips. She's shoved back into a chair and that's when her emotionless mask drops, begging to not be wiped. She screams as they start the procedure and then by the end of it there are no more tears. There's just an emotionless female awaiting orders as the video cuts out.

Finally the last clip shows her fighting like she's been doing it for years, taking down one attacker after the other until she's the last one left standing. There's a sharp whistle and the girl stands at attention, and the video zooms in on her stoic expression before cutting out altogether.

"Who sent this, Tony?" Steve readily asks.

"Don't know. I have FRIDAY chasing an IP address that just keeps pinging in every part of the world."

"Do we even know who she is?" Natasha asks. "And what the whole point of this video was?"

"No. Not a cl-"

"Her name is Y/N." Everyone looks to Wanda who can't take her gaze off her hands in her lap. "She was already there with HYDRA when Pietro and I showed up so long ago."

"Willingly?" Clint wonders.

Wanda shakes her head. "When we had gotten there, she had just turned nineteen. She was already stronger than the average human, but we never truly saw what she could do. She was different." She finally looks up, expression sad. "HYDRA was not all that we thought it would be, but by then there was no turning back. We'd seen Y/N around base, but she was always so stoic and never spoke to anyone. But when we had one on one time with her and the guards would leave us under her care, it was like a switch had flipped within her. She was so much lighter and she spoke to us like we had been friends since we were children."

"Why didn't we find her the first time we met you and your brother?" Tony then asks.

"She had been gone for weeks by then. They told us she was killed on a mission they sent her on, and that me and Pietro were going to be the new fists of HYDRA."

"The last video was stamped a week ago," Bucky says. "HYDRA lied."

Sam huffs. "Of course they did."

"They must have seen you, your brother, and Y/N getting friendly. They couldn't have their best weapons socializing and turning against them," Bucky says.

Clint sighs. "So what's the plan?"

"We get her back," Wanda says, leaving no room for Tony or Steve to say otherwise. "She was forcefully taken, unlike Pietro and I. She does not belong with them."

"It's been years, Wanda," Natasha says softly. "She might not be the same girl you knew."

"But what if she is? She is the only family I have left."

For a long moment no one says anything, so Tony takes it upon himself. "Then we look for her, but you're responsible for getting through to her. She'll only know you, not us."

"Fine."

Steve and Tony talk a bit more about being prepared for when FRIDAY tracks down their target, and then everyone is being dismissed.

Wanda takes a moment, letting everyone get up and walk out first, when Clint walks up behind her chair. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he leans down some to say, "Y/N is not your only family, kid. We're your family too." Wanda's heart cracks just a little and she reaches up to cover Clint's hand with her own to let him know she understands. "Just keep that in mind in case we don't find Y/N or she's no longer who she used to be."

Wanda gulps and then nods. "I will."

Working for HYDRA has been absolute hell. Ever since you had been taken as a little girl you were hell-bent on getting out of there which meant doing anything and everything to be in their good graces. Obviously you didn't learn to do so until you were sixteen and had most of your emotions under control.

They experimented and tortured and even tried their mind wipes like they did on their beloved Winter Soldier, but surprisingly your mind was never empty like they hoped to be. Of course, though, you kept that little detail to yourself wipe after wipe. But after everything that went on while you were in their grasp and after whatever they turned you into, you realized you couldn't quite leave and turn yourself loose on the public while you had no control over what you could do.

So you stayed and obeyed like a good little soldier, and attempted to train their new little puppets. Only being left alone with Wanda and Pietro became the one thing you started looking forward to up until they told you the twins didn't survive one of the trials. You had been heartbroken and devastated, but you couldn't let them see. So you nodded, let them move you to another facility and began anew.

You lost yourself within HYDRA, honing your skills and becoming someone even the other soldiers started to become wary of. The mind wipes became less and less the more obedient you became, but then they had a new mission for you- a mission which made your loathing for them hit an all time high.

You've been sitting in solitary for weeks now, biding your time until you could break free and get the hell out of dodge. All morning you've been antsy and it only becomes worse when you can feel the tension mounting all around you.

The door opens and you immediately snap to attention, but the guard that comes in does not have a lunch tray in his hands. Instead, he has a uniform which he readily tosses at you. "Get dressed. You've got a mission."

You quietly snarl at the guard after catching your suit and his hand immediately goes to the electrical prod at his side. "Careful," you drawl. "You wouldn't want your superiors to find out you injured their most prized possession."

His right eye twitches and he lets his hand fall limp. "The clock's ticking on your life, bitch, and when it's up I'll happily put you down."

"We'll just see about that."

The guard turns around and stomps away so he's standing just outside your door, and you hurriedly strip to get dressed in the apparent new uniform. The material for the pants are thin and fit like a glove, but you've worn these before and you know they're impenetrable to blades. Your boots are standard issued, but the long sleeve shirt- the shirt gives you pause because of the padding that's been added to it.

Once you're dressed and your hair has been tied up, you march up behind the soldier and readily clasp your hands behind your back to await orders.

Emotionless mask in place, you're led out and about the base. Everyone seems to be in a tizzy and the smell of gunpowder and blood is thick in the air. You can hear the gunshots and shouting from behind closed doors several rooms away, and you're not surprised that that's exactly where you're led.

The General meets you outside one room in particular and he dismisses your guard with a wave of his hand. You bite your tongue to keep from smiling at the fact the guard grumbles at being dismissed so easily.

"Ah my dear Y/N," the General coos. "Come. We've got several mice trapped and we need you to rid us of them once and for all." You blankly blink at him, nodding once to let him know you understand your mission.

The second he turns around to enter the code for the room, your shoulders drop just a bit and you attempt to put yourself in the mindset of fighting once again. The door slides open and you follow like an obedient little soldier, only to stop short at the sight of the assembled heroes standing on the opposite end of the room. One in particular stands out, her scent hitting you like a freight train and you have to try your hardest not to show an inkling of knowledge about who she is.

You stand next to, but an inch or so behind, the General's left side with your hands still clasped behind your back and feet shoulder width apart as you stare straight ahead. You're trying your damnedest to focus on the red, white, and blue shield Captain America is holding out before him, and not show any recognition for Wanda who is desperately calling out to you in hopes of recognizing her.

You block out what the General is saying, no doubt gloating about your skills, and zone back in just as he gives what he thinks is a command you're programmed to obey. With your right foot planted, you take a step back with a left and flick your wrists out at your sides so claws unsheathe themselves. You can hear several heartbeats pick up speed and you finally meet Wanda's gaze. She seems to still as you offer her the faintest of grins and send her a wink, only to twist on your right foot a moment later and send your clawed left hand into the throat of the General.

The Avengers all tense and prepare for a battle as the General gurgles on his own blood, and you lean in close to his ear so you can say, "Your first mistake was taking me from my family when I was just a little girl." He tries to pull your hand from his throat, but he is no match for your strength. Growling, you squeeze your hand that's still embedded in his throat. "And your last mistake was reintroducing me to Wanda, and giving me hope." Just as the alarms start to blare, you rip the General's throat out and let his limp body fall.

"Y/N?"

You glance up, smirking at Wanda and her wide-eyed expression. "Hello, little Maximoff." You flick your hand free of some of the blood and then smile at her companions. "Avengers." You nod at them in greeting.

"You remember."

You blink at her, not bothering to answer the obvious. Instead, you can hear walkie talkies going haywire outside the room and you turn around to glance up at the windows where you know others are watching. You mockingly wave at them with your bloodied hand and start pacing in the middle of the room, putting Wanda and the Avengers at your back. Looking up at the window, you let your smirk drop into a scowl. "You think you can take me from my family, torture and brainwash me, and then sic me on the only other family I've ever known?" You yell, seething. Cracking your neck, you let your rage take over and feel the bones shift uncomfortably in your face. Even your eyes burn and you know they're flaring an electric blue. "You're fools for thinking you could control me."

You feel a soft pressure on your wrist and immediately turn to growl at the person who dares touch you, but you lower your head in shame when you see it's just Wanda. She softly gasps and you try to turn away. "What did they do to you?" She asks as she gently grasps you by the chin to make you face her once more.

"What they do best?" You mumble, sharp teeth catching on your bottom lip. "They turned me into a monster."

Wanda's voice catches in her throat, but before she can say anything you're facing the door and stepping in front of her to shield her. Seven soldiers rush in, electrical prods gripped tight in hand.

"Why don't they have any guns?" You hear one of the Avengers ask.

"They must want her alive," someone else answers.

"If you don't stand down, we're going to have to resort to drastic measures," one HYDRA agent says.

"Then resort to them," you growl, "because now that I know Wanda is alive you're gonna have to kill one of us just to separate us again."

Wanda steps up next to you then, hands slowly rotating at the wrists as red energy floats around them. "And trust me, I am not so easily killed."

You can sense the Avengers all stepping into line behind you, but you don't bother looking at them. Instead, you focus on the threat in front of you and the fact they have more people gathering outside once the first line falls. Then from one second to the next, there's a silent command that sends the HYDRA agents into fight mode.

You break off from Wanda, drawing a few agents towards you. Your fighting skills come into play and it's easy for you to either block or withstand the shock of the electrical prods. However, the agents are not so lucky since you're going in for the kill. If you're not kicking in knees and snapping necks, your claws and teeth are digging into throats and ripping out flesh. You're roaring and snarling, and scaring most of the agents you come into contact with, but there are a select few which are all too happy to disobey orders and engage you in physical combat.

You take quite a few hits to the face and sides, and for a moment you're worried, but you have to push through and worry later.

You're not sure how long the fight lasts, but all you know is hat the last agent you claw until he's gurgling on his own blood is the last one to go down. Panting and heaving, electric blue eyes scan the room. All the Avengers are still standing, most of them don't even look like they participated in the fight, but all are watching you with wary eyes.

Wanda steps in your direction and you growl, but then stop the moment her hands go up to show you she means no harm. "It's over," she tells you, her accent heavy and reminding you of so long ago when you first took her under your wing. "If you want to leave, you need to calm down. My team has no idea who you are and you being so hostile makes them nervous."

"Team?" The word rumbles through your throat as your gaze jumps from person to person. "But where's Pietro?"

When your gaze lands back on Wanda, she's smiling softly. But that smile soon wobbles as she shakes her head. "He died a while back. I'm sorry."

You shake your head as you take a step back and Wanda quickly closes the distance between the two of you. She wraps her arms around until you lower your head to her shoulder and you sniffle quietly. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. He died a hero," she says. "We saw the error of our ways and the Avengers took us in." You finally allow yourself to wrap your arms around her, breathing her in and calming your rage. When you feel yourself sag against her, you finally pick up your head and smile as she runs a finger down the bridge of your nose. "There you are."

"M'sorry."

"For?"

"For you having to see me that way. I didn't even know you were alive and then they just told me to dress and take care of a mice problem they had. I didn't know it was the Avengers."

"It's okay," Wanda assures you. "You did the right thing."

"Um, I hate to break up this crazy reunion, but we need to go."

You glance at the man with wings and nod. "That would be a good idea. They'll send more soldiers soon."

Captain America glances at Wanda. "Get her to the quinjet. We're gonna do a sweep of the base before bringing it down."

Wanda gives him a nod and then she's urging you to follow her. You follow her through the winding hallways and an elevator ride up to the surface, and you huff a quiet laugh when you see the destruction left in the Avengers' wake. Off in the distance there's a jet and Wanda wastes no time in leading you up the ramp, and onto a seat.

"Just wait right here." She rushes towards a door and you're surprised a small bathroom sits behind it. She grabs what appears to be a hand towel from inside and then walks over behind the cockpit of the jet, grabbing a bottle of water from inside a bench seat. Then walking back over to you, she gestures to your face. "You've got a lot of blood."

"Oh." You take the towel and water, and quickly wet the towel to start wiping off your face and hands. There's nothing you can do for your clothes, so you leave them be.

As you wait for the others to return, you fidget in your seat and exhale softly as you catch Wanda's gaze. "What made you guys hit this specific base?" You wonder. "They're usually very careful about the comings and goings so they didn't attract the wrath of the Winter Soldier."

Wanda smiles and takes a seat across from you. "Bucky has been going on a world tour of tearing down HYDRA bases in his free time. We think HYDRA got tired of it and wanted to lure us into a trap, so they sent us a video of you."

You frown. "Why me? And what video?"

"They wanted me to rush in and not be at one hundred percent, hoping I'd make a mistake," she says. "Bucky and Natasha believe HYDRA saw us getting close, so they separated us and told us the other had died so we'd follow them faithfully. And when they sent that video, I was stunned. I wanted to rush in and bring you home, but the team made me take a beat." Having stood up halfway through her explanation, Wanda had retrieved a tablet and tapped away at it. Handing it to you, you find a paused video on screen.

Pressing play, you watch yourself be tortured and experimented on, and taught to kill. You wrinkle your nose at how young you were and how sickly you were at one point until they found a method that took and made you what you currently are. You're so caught up in the video that you aren't paying attention to your surroundings and are surprised to see the Avengers walking up the ramp.

"Done already?" Wanda asks.

"All we have to do is detonate once we're up in the air."

Wanda exhales in relief and you meet the gaze of several Avengers who don't know what to think of you after seeing you rip through the HYDRA soldiers like it was nothing. To break the ice, you say the first thing that pops into your mind. "So that was fun."

Iron Man snorts as he walks on by, heading straight for the cockpit. "Great. Another murder-happy supersoldier."

"Uhh, I'm not a supersoldier," you say. The rest of the team glances at you and you go on to explain. "On the video, you all saw the man bite me. Right?" There are various forms of acknowledgement. "Well that's what turned me into what I am. A bite."

"A bite from what?" Black Widow wonders.

You shrug. "The best I can come up with is a werewolf."

Hawkeye snorts, but at your no nonsense expression he sobers up. "Oh. Uh, those exist?"

"I'm assuming so," you say. "I get extra rage-y during a full moon, so I'll probably have to be chained up when the next one comes around." Wanda looks startled at your confession, but you flash her a small grin. "It's fine. I'm used to it by now."

Everyone takes a moment before either taking a seat or steadying themselves, and then there's lift off. The quinjet rises higher and higher until it hovers mid-air. Captain America walks towards the cock-pit and after giving the all-clear you can hear a distant boom and concrete caving inward.

"Well that's another base down," Captain America says.

Exhaling in relief, you allow your eyes to close and relish the feeling of being free. Your moment of peace, however, is short lived when you feel eyes on you. Opening them, Captain America and the Winter Soldier are sitting across from you now. Wanda has taken the seat next to you and you smile as she lays her head on your shoulder.

"I know you've been through a lot, but we have some things we'd like to discuss," the good Captain says.

You nod. "Ask away."

"They wiped you over and over," the Winter Soldier says matter of factly. "Why didn't it take?"

"I honestly have no idea," you admit. "The first time, it took. I didn't know who I was or where I was."

"How did you break out of it?"

"Something one of the doctors said triggered a memory from when I was younger and it just snowballed from there. I started remembering, but a few months after that I was wiped again. The second time didn't take quite so well, but I still forgot. I just knew there was something missing and slowly but surely it started coming back," you say. "But then after I was bitten, the mind wipes completely stopped working. It hurt like hell and I learned to fake it until I could find a way out of there."

"We didn't find much on you," the Winter Soldier says. "Their computers were already self-destructing, but we did manage to find a book where they wrote down your trigger words. You don't mind if we say them to make sure you're telling the truth?"

Wanda's head immediately snaps up, no doubt ready to tell them to back off, and you grin at her protectiveness. "It's fine." She then turns to look at you in shock and you wave her off. "Honestly, it's fine. They don't work. I should seriously win an Oscar for best actress."

Hawkeye and the Black Widow stand on either side of Captain America and the Winter Soldier, and he slowly reads the words aloud after opening the book. "Blue. Full moon. Bitten. Beta. Wolf. Red."

Everyone seems to hold their breath and the corner of your lips quirk into a grin. "Still doubting me?"

Captain America huffs. "That's unbelievable."

"You've fought aliens and Asgardian princes, Captain. My broken mind should be the least unbelievable thing."

"Steve. My name's Steve," he says. "And you're not broken." Your grin falters as you blink at him in surprise. "And this is Bucky." The Winter Soldier nods at you and you return the sentiment.

"Clint," Hawkeye says.

"Natasha."

"Sam."

"And I'm Tony Stark, but I'm sure you knew that."

"Uh, sure," you slowly muse. When he squawks and turns around his seat, you huff a small laugh. "Of course I know who you are. I know who you all are thanks to HYDRA and their obsession with you. I just wasn't privy to the fact that Wanda was part of the team until now."

They take your word for it and now that with the knowledge that the trigger words do nothing to you, it seems to bring some ease to the group and everyone finally settles in. According to Wanda the jet ride is going to take a bit so you might as well make yourself comfortable.

About twenty minutes into the ride, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You chalk it up to the fact the seats aren't really that comfortable to begin with, but when you move to stretch your back a little you feel a pang just to the right side of your abdomen. The pain causes you to still and when it lingers you close your eyes to concentrate on your hearing. Unfortunately, the roar of the jet's engines prevents you from hearing anything.

You abruptly stand up which causes every gaze to snap to you, but you pay them no mind. You feel a cramp suddenly take hold on your lower abdomen and you bend at the waist, breathing through it.

"Y/N?" Wanda calls out.

"Something's wrong." With those two words, you feel the tension in the jet amp up. Your hand goes to your side, rubbing there and then following towards the cramp in your lower abdomen. "Something's really wrong."

"What's going on?" She asks.

You whirl around, eyes burning and you don't even care that they're flaring blue at your friend. "Your magic. Can you feel things with it? Or people. Anything?" You ask in a rush.

"I- I don't know what you-"

"Can you feel someone's conscious or whatever! I need- I just-"

"Okay. Okay," she slowly stands up. "I can. Now tell me what's wrong."

You immediately grab her right hand and set it against your abdomen. "Tell me if you can feel anything." Your eyes burn again, this time with unshed tears. "I can't listen for a heartbeat over the jet's engine."

As your words sink in, Wanda's eyes widen. "You're pregnant."

"Holy shit," you hear someone mutter behind you.

"It hurts." You finally allow the tears to fall. "It's not supposed to hurt."

"How- how far along?"

"Three and a half months. Please, Wanda, I can't-"

Without further prompting, Wanda's eyes glow red. You glance down and see her hand glow red as well, her magic then slowly encircling your abdomen. After what feels like an eternity, she slowly smiles. "There it is." Her gaze darts up to you and the red fades away. "I can feel him. Or her."

You choke back a sob, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle it. Wanda immediately embraces you and you sink into the comfort she's offering you. Then after a moment there's a hand on your shoulder that doesn't belong to Wanda and you lift your head up to see Sam.

"Hey girl, mind if I check you out? You fought awfully hard back at the base and given your condition I'd be more at ease if I knew everything was good."

Your brow furrows. "You're a doctor?"

"No, but I've got some training bandaging people up for the real docs. The most I can do for you right now is check for tender spots so I can report back to the doctor at the compound and insert an IV."

You look to Wanda for her opinion and she nods to let you know it's okay. Then looking back at Sam, you nod. "Okay."

Clint immediately pulls down a cot from where it was folded against the quinjet wall and Sam gestures for you to lay down. He instructs you to lift your shirt and you do so, lifting it until it's bunched beneath your bust. "Okay so I already see some bruising."

His fingertips touch the side of your abdomen and you automatically growl. He freezes and you wince. "Sorry. Instincts."

He chuckles. "It's okay. Given what you apparently are and the circumstances, that's to be expected. Am I good to proceed?"

"Yeah." You inhale shakily. "You're good."

Sam continues his brief examination, pressing here and there around your abdomen for any tender spots. You wince at one particular push and he quietly apologizes. When he's done, he leans back. "You're definitely gonna have to be checked out as soon as we get to the compound."

"Understood."

"But I'd like to get an IV started if that's okay. With you being pregnant and under HYDRA's care, I rather get some fluids in you that I know haven't been tampered with."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's fine."

You sit up and Wanda walks over to sit next to you on the cot, taking your hand between both of hers to offer you some semblance of comfort. Steve gets up to go speak with Tony and you ignore the quiet conversation they're obviously having about you. You can feel various stares on you, but you keep your gaze dead ahead and manage to keep from fidgeting or lashing out.

You don't know when, but you end up dozing off against Wanda. Then the next time you're conscious, you're being gently shaken awake and you watch as everyone starts to disembark the jet.

"We're home," Wanda murmurs. "Are you ready for this?"

"Yeah."

Slightly stretching, you're apprehensive about any sort of pain flaring but it never comes. You're thankful for it and then stand up to walk side-by-side with Wanda. Arm hooked through hers, you follow her off the jet and into the sleekest building you've ever laid eyes on. Sam is waiting for you, alongside a woman who smiles kindly at you. She introduces herself as Doctor Cho and you readily follow after her.

The labs make you apprehensive, but Wanda and Sam assure you everything is fine. Doctor Cho has you change into an unflattering medical gown and she talks through everything right before she does it so you're not caught off guard. All in all, being poked and prodded by this woman is a lot more pleasant than when HYDRA's doctors did it.

After a while, Doctor Cho comes back with a tablet in hand. You can see she wants to ask for privacy, but you immediately let her know that you're okay with Wanda and Sam hearing everything. Since you're staying wherever Wanda is, it's only fair the others know what's going on with you so there are no secrets.

Smiling, Doctor Cho glances at the tablet before looking up at you. "So everything seems to be completely normal," she says. Sam and Wanda exhale in relief. "Sam mentioned some bruising around your abdomen when he first walked in, but there is no sign of any bruising whatsoever. You and the baby seem one hundred percent healthy given everything you've through."

"I heal fast," you quietly admit. "I'm not sure why it took so long for me to feel the pain, but I panicked because of the baby and I wasn't thinking straight back on the jet."

"As an expecting mother, it's normal to panic. I had first hand experience with Mr. Stark's wife a few years back. Panicking is normal, but you just have to remember to breathe and take it one step at a time."

"Easier said than done," you mumble.

Doctor Cho chuckles. "Well for the next few weeks, I want you to take it easy. I'm not putting you on bed rest because of your accelerated healing, but I don't want you doing any strenuous activity."

"Don't worry," Wanda muses. "I'll make sure her butt is planted on the sofa at all times."

"Well okay then," Doctor Cho says. "I have some clothes for you if you want so you don't have to get back into that suit."

"I'd like that. Thank you."

"And if you're up for it, I'd like to see you again next week so we can make sure you and baby are still heading on the right track. I'll even order in some prenatal vitamins and a few others that you're lacking."

You nod. "Okay. That sounds good."

Reconnecting with Wanda had been easy. You were happy that she and Pietro got away from HYDRA when they did, even if Pietro didn't get to enjoy his freedom, and she was sad that you had been under HYDRA's thumb this entire time. But a little wine (for Wanda) and a lot of grape juice (for you), and the two of you were chatting like you hadn't missed any time at all.

After that, settling in at the Avengers' compound was a lot easier than you anticipated. Everyone, with the exception of Tony and Clint, lived just behind the compound in a new building that had been erected not too long ago and it was a lot more homely than you were expecting. You had moved in with Wanda for the meantime, keeping to her quarters so as to not step on any toes. But on the rare chance you decided to stretch your legs, you were surprised that the others would cordially start a conversation with you to see how you were doing.

Then after several visits with Doctor Cho where she continued to tell you that you and baby were doing extremely well, Wanda decided to have a family dinner in celebration.

"So who's all going to be here again?" You ask, already looking through the refrigerator.

"Just the usual," Wanda tells you. "I didn't want Clint and Tony to have to drag their families out here, but they do check in every now and then. They're happy you're settling in."

You snort, shutting the refrigerator door and standing straight. "Are you sure that's it and it's not because I haven't ravaged anyone to death?"

"Y/N.."

"I'm only joking." You grin. "Now can you please contact the others and tell them to hurry up? I'm starving!"

Grinning, Wanda takes her phone in hand and starts tapping away. She chuckles at something on her screen a few moments later, but before you can ask what's so funny you hear several individuals approaching. The aroma of the food hits you next and your mouth immediately starts watering. Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Sam walk in- each and every one of them carrying various bags of takeout.

"Hey Y/N, think you got a little drool there," Sam says, gesturing to the corner of his mouth.

And without missing a beat, you say, "Not only am I a pregnant woman, Samuel, but I'm a pregnant wolf. I will eat you if you don't stop teasing me."

Sam gasps in offence as everyone else chuckles, and then they're setting the food down on the table to start unloading it as Wanda asks you to help her with utensils and drinks. But the second you turn back towards the table and see all the food laid out, you pause and take it all in. And then promptly burst into tears.

Everyone seems startled, but you're quick to get yourself under control. Sniffling and then wiping the tears away, you say, "I'm sorry. It's just that there's so much food!"

Steve is the first to chuckle. "You're crying because there's a lot of food?"

"Well yeah. You brought all this food and you're not expecting anything from me." Steve's smile instantly vanishes. "HYDRA would offer me nice things, but it always came at a price."

Sam whistles lowly. "Well that just took a turn for the depressing." A beat passes and then, "Come on, little momma. Come grab some grub."

Wanda smiles kindly at you and you finish making your way to the table. You end up with her at your side and Bucky across from you, and a table full of food laid out in front of you. Then the second Natasha reaches for pan fried dumplings, you reach for one of the largest burgers you've ever seen and a whole tray of fries. You groan at the first taste and proceed to finish it off in five more bites. You eat some fries and then stare at the remaining burgers with longing.

"Go ahead," Natasha tells you. "We have more than enough."

You sheepishly grin in her direction and grab another hamburger, devouring it without a care in the world.

But then when you eye the sushi and reach for it, you gasp when the chopsticks in Bucky's hand whack the back of your hand. "No. Raw fish is bad for pregnant women."

A growl unconsciously slips free and the whole table freezes. But then the situation you're in sinks in and you roll your eyes as you pull your hand back into your lap. "Then just say so, Barnes. Don't whack me. I'm not a damn dog." You're scowling at him, but then your words sink in when you see the corner of his lips twitch. "Oh shut up."

The whole table laughs and you shake your head, grinning as you then reach for a container of Chinese noodles that smell absolutely divine.

Later, stuffed full and laying across a sofa, the whole lot of you are relaxing as the TV plays some random TV show Sam had put on. A commercial comes on for pampers and you groan. "I am not looking forward to diaper duty."

Wanda chuckles, but it's Natasha who asks, "So you plan on keeping the baby?" You startle at the question, glancing over at her. "I mean everyone just kind of figured you wouldn't want to given the circumstances of when and where you became pregnant, so-"

"No, I get it," you tell her. "When HYDRA first told me the plan of birthing them a soldier, I kind of lost it. I pretty much went feral at the idea of forcefully having a baby." Gulping, you quickly sit up to explain all that went down. "They wanted to breed me," you sneer, "and they had to sedate me for their chosen soldier to just enter the same room." Immediately your nose tingles, everyone's anger wafting off of them in waves. "Unfortunately for them, they forgot to take into account that my metabolism burned through everything ten times faster than a normal human and I came to just as my pants were being unbuttoned. The guy barely had time to smirk before I ripped his throat out. With my teeth."

The men all stare at you in various stages of shock, but Wanda and Natasha both smirk. "Atta girl," the redheaded assassin muses.

"Killing their top candidate was a big upset, so they attempted to wipe me again," you say with a shrug. "But when the higher-ups got wind of an unscheduled wipe, they came down to see what that was all about. Needless to say, they were not impressed with their Doc's breeding tactics. Doc One took a bullet between the eyes and they brought in Doc Two who was a big fan of artificial insemination." Everyone winces. "Pregnancies one and two didn't stick, so they tried pregnancy three with a sample they had in the freezer. I don't know who the father is, but HYDRA was really ecstatic when month three came along and the two of us were still in good health."

"And you're okay with keeping this baby?" Wanda softly asks.

"I kind of have to be. This baby," you say while gently touching your abdomen, "is half me and half someone else who I'm pretty sure is enhanced. Even if I thought adoption was an option, I don't think I could live with myself knowing a piece of me was somewhere out there."

Everyone takes a moment after your story sinks in, thinking about all that you've been while in HYDRA's control. Afterwards, Steve clears his throat. "So before anyone goes overboard with baby stuff, we're gonna have to put you in your own apartment." He smiles when he notices he catches you off guard with that. "No need to overflow Wanda's apartment with baby things when we have plenty of room to spread out still."

"A-Are you sure?" You ask. "I was ready to start looking elsewhere for a place to live, but-"

"No. HYDRA will be on the lookout for you and that baby," Wanda says. "You're staying here where they won't dare to infiltrate."

You glance at each present Avenger, taking in their pleasant expressions and sniffing them out for any hints of deceit. Finding none, you allow yourself to relax and grin. "Okay then. We'll stay here."

Cohabitating with the Avengers is nothing like you expected. Everyone's guard is down while at home and everyone likes spending time together in the communal spaces when there's not a mission for them to be worrying about. Sam especially gets a kick out of seeing how your appetite holds up against the two supersoldiers and he's impressed that you can eat the same amount or sometimes more.

And when the full moon is less than a week away, it's not just you who's worried about it.

Tony flies in when they notice you're quick to anger and they quickly clean out the hulk proof room that hasn't been used in quite some time. Steve and Wanda take charge, asking what would make you most comfortable, and you admit that anything with your scent on it will do. But what catches everyone off guard is that you sheepishly request something with their scent on it as well and you have to embarrassingly admit that it's a werewolf thing. With you spending so much time with them, you've kind of latched on and your wolf considers them yours.

Everyone is game to get you whatever you need and within half an hour they've got your bed set up in the room, and blankets and pillows from those you'd been living with these past couple of weeks. Everyone takes care to not annoy you the couple days leading up to the full moon, and then you're encouraged to go ahead and settle in the room the day you snarl at Tony for making a puppy joke.

Wanda sits in an armchair in the room as you sit against your headboard, talking about anything and everything as you practice some of Bruce's meditation tips. The door to the room is open for now, and every now and then you can hear someone pass by to quietly check in.

No one needs to tell you when the moon's reached its apex because you can feel the change within you. Your breathing becomes a little heavier and your fidgeting is no doubt more apparent. Sweat starts to bead along your hairline and you curl your fingers inward so as to not shred any of your bedding when you feel your claws suddenly elongate.

"Y/N..?"

"Wanda." You inhale deeply and slowly release it. "I think it's time you go."

You hear the armchair creak under Wanda's weight. "What? I can-"

"Go." You exhale deeply once more, slowly glancing up and eyes burning blue. "You need to go."

A growl slips free and then Steve's immediately in the doorway. "Wanda, come on."

Your gaze stays glued to Wanda as she cautiously stands and she smartly walks backwards to the door rather than giving you her back. And the second the door slides shut, you're leaping out of bed and pacing the entirety of the room. Your agitation ends up getting the best of you and you end up ripping your shirt off, thankful that you had been talked into wearing a sports bra underneath.

The walls are opaque, but the second a voice comes over an intercom you're whirling around to glare at the exact spot where everyone is congregated around screens and keeping watch over you. "Y/N, you need to calm down. Your heartbeat is way too fast."

You snarl and a fist flies towards the wall. There's a loud thump, but they put you in a hulk-proof room for a reason. No matter how much strength you have, you won't make a single crack in the glass.

As you pace all around the room, you growl and roar out your agitation.

Fortunately for you, you have a fair amount of control and you never resort to harming yourself. You do, however, tire of pacing and your bed looks all too welcoming. So once you deem it safe enough to let your guard down, you crawl into bed and surround yourself with the various pillows and blankets of your pack.

The following morning when you wake up, Doctor Cho whisks you away for an evaluation to make sure the full moon didn't affect the baby. And once you're given the all clear, Wanda and Sam lure you into the kitchen with a promise of a hearty breakfast.

You're more tired than usual, but you manage to perch on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, setting your elbow on the island top and setting your chin in the palm of your hand. Wanda starts to slice up some avocados when you notice there's an itch under your skin that's telling you you need to do something, but you aren't sure what. The feeling amps up as the time ticks on by, but before you can get up and start pacing in agitation there's an arm draping around your shoulders.

The familiar scent of Steve overwhelms you and you feel yourself automatically lean towards him. He chuckles. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I wanna snuggle the hell out of you," you mumble. Leaning away from him, you turn on your stool and part your knees, pulling Steve as close to you as possible. "Seriously, just hug me. I need to scent everyone again."

Sam snorts from his spot at the stove and Steve happily obliges you. Your arms wrap around his waist and you lay the side of your face against Steve's chest, a happy rumble slipping free as Steve embraces you back. "I don't know why you're laughing, Wilson. I'm cuddling all of you."

After about five minutes, you let Steve go and you readily drag Wanda into his vacant spot. She laughs, but hugs you back the moment your arms go around her. You shove your face into the side of her neck and you can't resist rubbing your cheek along her shoulders.

Sam ends up getting the same exact treatment right before breakfast is served up and since Natasha isn't really a hugger, she does sit next to you and allows you to at least drape one of your legs over hers underneath the table.

Afterwards, instead of heading back towards the apartment you share with Wanda, you eye Bucky who's sitting on the couch with a book in his right hand. And though he's been perfectly cordial with you since you've been brought in, you knew better than to just approach him out of the blue like you can with Wanda, Sam, and Steve.

Steve chuckles as he sees your hesitance, but he offers you no help in broaching the cuddling topic with his best friend. However, just as you enter Bucky's peripheral, he readily lifts his left arm that had been resting on the armrest. You sigh in relief and crawl in Bucky's lap, sitting sideways and laying your head on his shoulder. His metal arm curls around your back and his hand which he's holding the book settles down atop your knees.

You soak in Bucky's warmth and scent, and before you know it your eyelids get heavier and heavier.

The click of a phone's camera sounds and Bucky glances up to see Wanda pointing her phone at him. "What?" She feigns innocence. "It's adorable."

"She's exhausted," he says. "I'd fall asleep anywhere too if I had to go through what she did."

"I can take her if you want," Wanda says. "Float her on back to our apartment."

"No. It's fine," he's quick to assure her. "I wasn't planning on moving anytime soon anyway."

Wanda nods, hiding her grin as she walks towards the elevator where Steve and Sam are already waiting. Getting in, all three individuals smirk at Bucky cradling a sleeping pregnant werewolf in his lap.

"If she names that pup after Barnes, I'm throwing hands," Sam says.

Wanda laughs. "I don't think she's thinking about naming her child after a man she's only known for a couple of weeks, Sam."

"Well some would think that one would not sleep in the lap of someone they've only known for a couple of weeks, but here we are," Steve then says. "Unless it's a werewolf thing."

Wanda, Steve, and Sam take a moment to think about it before Sam says, "I got twenty that says those two end up hooking up before the baby bump makes itself known."

"What? No way." Wanda shakes her head. "I have twenty that says she's just extra cuddly because she's hormonal and just came down from the full moon."

"Guys," Steve admonishes them. A moment later, he grins. "Twenty says a real attraction grows and those two end up together."

"You're on, Rogers."

Author's Note: So you guys wanna give me baby name suggestions? And gender suggestions?

[cazimagines]

Wine Red

Synopsis: You prepare a fun evening for Zemo after he gets back from his work

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings/Tags: Switch reader and switch Zemo, Cuffs, Rope, Smut, Fingering, Blindfold, Vaginal sex, unsafe sex, blow job, kinky, Romantic smut

FOR MATURE READERS

Also posted on my ao3 account, under the same name

You smiled as the last candle lit up. You tiptoe across the floor, careful not to disturb the rose petals you had scattered on the floor, or knocking over one of the many candles that covered the floor in a heart-shaped pattern. You jump over to the bed, sitting down on the red satin that covers it. You glanced over to the wine that laid in the ice bucket debating if you should open it early but you decide against it. Instead, you grab Zemo’s coat, the one with the fur collar which you had stolen from him, and draped it over your body which you were only wearing red victoria secret lace underwear on. You lied back on the bed, your head on the pillows anticipating what’s coming when Zemo enters through the door. Zemo often had to work late into the evening because of his business, which left you at home alone a lot. You didn’t mind; you found things to keep you occupied, but when he came back home, you wanted to spend every moment with him making up for the time you lost.

You don’t have to wait long till you hear the front door open and close and footsteps slowly come up the stairs. You sit upwards, eyes locked on the door as it opens.

Zemo slowly walks in, his eyes lighting up as he sees you. He cheekily grins at you as his eyes rake up and down your body.

“So that’s what happened to my coat”

Zemo was wearing his formal clothes, black tailored trousers, a white dress shirt with a tie around it. He had already shrugged his suit jacket off and was holding it in his arm. You could feel yourself warming up at just seeing how tight fitted the shirt was to Zemo. It showed off the slight muscles he has built up and complimented his figure.

“I think the coat suits me,” you reply, shaking your shoulders at him, making the coat move slightly on your body, the fur shaking under your chin.

Zemo places his suit jacket on a chair at the side, then gets onto the bed, crawling over you till he is hovering over your legs.

He places kisses on them, moving upwards to your underwear. You throw your head back in pleasure as you feel the light kisses gently trail up your legs. He glances up, “Is there a special occasion I have forgotten”

“No occasion, I just wanted some fun”

You reach forward grasping onto his tie and pulling him forward till he is leaning over you. You crash your lips onto his hungrily. Tugging on his thin top lip. He brings his hands up to tangle in your hair, trying to keep your head steady as he delves deeper into the kiss. You flicker your tongue against his lips and he opens them quickly to let you in. He moans slightly as he feels you exploring him passionately. Your tongue intertwining with his, rubbing and prodding it. His hand sneaks down your body, brushing against your underwear. His fingers hooking on the hem of your underwear, wanting to pull them down. You smirk, feeling the bulge in his trousers press against you, knowing his impatience always got the best of him. You pull back from the kiss and push him over till he was laying by the side of you.

“Hey!” he whines from suddenly being deprived of the passion.

“I thought we could have a drink first” you cheekily say, leaning onto your side to grab the wine.

“Such a tease” Zemo whispers, also turning onto his side so he pressed into your back and left a brief kiss on your shoulder as his hand rested on your hip. He then sits up, grabbing the glasses off to the side as you pour the wine.

“How was your day?” you ask after a few minutes of you two cuddling and together drinking.

“It was good. I had to attend some business meetings. You know what about. There was one guy who had some big ideas. I reminded him exactly who had the power there”

“Flaunting the fact you are a Baron again,” you say

“Of course. What’s the point of having the title if I can’t flaunt it”

You place your now empty glass on the side and take Zemo’s glass out of his hand. He raises his eyebrow at you questionably, but grins widely as you push him onto his back and crawl on top of him. Straddling his hips. You shrug the coat off and chuck it to the floor. Your underwear following it.

“Who has the power now?” you ask him as you look down on him. Your hands trail up his body, playing with the tie, but as soon as they reach the collar you aggressively pull the shirt and tie off him, leaving him bare chested.

He shakily breaths out as the bulge in his pants pushes against you. “You, my baroness”

You reach into the draw by the side and pull out a pair of cuffs. Quickly grasping his wrists, you attach the cuffs to them and use the other end of the cuffs to attach them to the headboard.

“And don’t you forget it” you whisper in his ear then kiss him passionately. You could feel the inside of your pants get wetter as you watched Zemo’s hands strain against the cuffs bounding him. His urge to wrap his arms around you was strong, but he also enjoyed being completely vulnerable to you, so he let you take the lead this time. You leave his lips trailing down his body. You trace your tongue along the outline of his abs and when you get to them you place multiple kisses on his v line. Zemo groans, feeling all the blood rush down below.

Tugging at his trousers, you slowly slip them down, leaving him in his boxers. You could see his dick pressing up against the thin fabric. You pull the boxers off, letting it spring loose. It was a suitable length, not too long to hurt, but certainly enough to leave you satisfied. Already some pre cum had leaked out the tip. Gently you hold it in your hand and run your tongue up the side, licking up the pre-cum. Your eyes never leave Zemo’s as he watches you, his chest heaving heavily. You rub your hand along the base and your mouth goes over the top, sucking. Zemo pushes his head back into the pillows, letting at a moan as he thrusts his hips up, making your mouth take in more of his dick. You can feel it hit the back of your throat, you try desperately hard not to gag.

You bop your head up and down, eyes glued on Zemo’s face of delight. His slight moans he let out were music to your ears. His eyes were half closed, his mouth ajar, and a light blush came to his cheeks. Your tongue rested against the side and let it run over the vein that ran up his dick. You could feel him harden in your mouth and his nails dug into his hands as he came close. Chuckling, you pulled away before he could release.

Zemo whined as your denial to him. “You’ll pay for that later y/n” he growls

“We’ll see” you tease climbing back onto him, nipping the skin on his collarbone. Sitting up, you position yourself over his waist and slide onto his dick. You breathe in as you feel him stretch you open, filling you up. Zemo groans, his back arching slightly as he fights his urges to hold on to you as his hands strain in the cuffs. You place your hands on his chest, your nails dragging slightly, to keep you steady as you move your hips in a circular motion and try to move up and down slightly.

Your moans join in with his as you could feel your pleasure rising. Zemo started moving his hips in time with yours, his skin brushing up hardly against your clit, sending pleasure through your brain. You held on tight and you rode up and down on his waist, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Y/n'' he moaned, and you knew he was close. You could feel him twitch inside of you and then his seed released, squirting into you. You were quick to follow in climaxing, cumming over him as you float onto Cloud 9.

You move off him and collapse beside him, panting heavily. You reach over to Zemo, taking the cuffs off his hands, letting him freely move his arms again.

After laying beside you for a few minutes, Zemo gets off the side of the bed, walking over to the draw to grab something out of a draw. You lean on your side, your eyes admiring his ass as his back is turned to yours.

“Going for a 2nd round are we” you ask smirking, Zemo’s turns his head chuckling seeing where you were staring, “I said you would pay for what you did earlier”

He approaches you again, holding something in his hand. You raise an eyebrow at him curiously, then giggle when you realise what it was.

Zemo grabs his tie that had been discarded on the floor and takes it to your face, covering your eyes and tying it behind your head, taking away your sense of sight. His hands trail up your skin, making you feel tingles. Goosebumps rise on you, being utterly helpless to him.

Being unable to see, he used it to his advantage to touch and kiss you in places before pulling away so you did not know where he would touch next. One moment he was on your neck, then the next moment he was on your thigh.

You could feel yourself getting wetter wanting him and you whined as he teased you. “Have more patience, y/n '' Zemo muttered, pressing a kiss on to your stomach.

He pulls back again; he grabs what he had gotten out of the draw. He grabs your wrists and ties the red rope around them. He attaches them to the headboard, similar to what you had done to him. He takes the rest of the rope and wraps it around your boobs and chest, taking it down to wrap around your tights and tying them to the side of the bed, leaving you spread.

He moves off the bed, leaving you completely vulnerable. “Zemo” you moan out, feeling the urge to want to feel him inside you. Your toes dig into the sheets of the bed.

“Oh, do you want something y/n?” Zemo asks, sounding as if he was across the room

“You know what I want!” You say growling

“I really don’t. Use your sweet words and tell me,” Zemo replies

“Please Zemo”

“Please what?” Zemo asks as you feel the bed dip near the end

“Touch me”

“Like this?” one of his fingers touches your leg, the contact making you jerk. His finger trails up your leg, on your inner thigh but stops short before your core then moves away

“More!” you moan, and he places his hand on your tight, his hands digging into the soft flesh. His other hand reaching up to your core, hovering just outside it.

“Please Zemo, fuck me” you finally beg and you can feel the breath of his chuckle against your tight.

Swiftly one of his fingers entered you, curling inside, making you cry out. He moves it in and out, pushing in as far as he can. He quickly enters one finger, then another after stretching you out. Because of earlier you were really wet allowing him to easily pump his fingers in and out of you, many sounds came out because of it.

Your clit throbs from its desire for attention, making you cry. Zemo knew how you were feeling, but he was waiting for you to say. Finally, you give in crying out, “Zemo please touch my clit”

“If you so wish my Baroness”

Your back arches as you feel his wet tongue come in contact with your clit, twisting around its nub, sending waves of shocks throughout your body. He rocked your world as his fingers worked in and out of you and his mouth sucked on your clit. You strained against the restraints as you felt yourself sweating. You felt the climax coming again, but just like you had with Zemo previously; he pulled away before you were satisfied.

“Zemo!” you groaned, but he didn’t leave you for long. He crawled up till he was over your body and then slipped his dick inside of you. One of his hands wrapped around the side of your neck, squeezing while his other hand fondled your breast. His mouth wrapped around your other breast, sucking on the nipple as he thrusts quickly into you. The force makes your body bob up and down. Your moans grew louder and louder as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten again. Zemo switches giving attention to the other breast. He sucks and slightly grazes his teeth on it making you gasp. Zemo finally leaves your breasts to pull you into a passionate kiss while his other hand goes back to giving your clit some more attention. In doing so, he causes you to orgasm, clenching down on his dick tightly. You moan into his lips as he grunts, thrusting into you. He slightly bites your bottom lip as his thrusts grow less rhythmic and wild till he thrusts one ultimate time, releasing into you once again.

He lies on top of you, panting. He reaches up and takes the tie off you and undo the rope attached to the headboard. You bring your arms over his head, hugging him and closing your eyes, drifting off into a sleep as you hold him close.

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[butwhyduh]

Last night thing

Jason todd x reader

Summary: he stopped you from stealing a $25,000 watch but missed something else. Part 2 to Late night Thing.

Warning: kidnap, fighting, smut

As Jason pulled up his pants and contemplated his life choices of sleeping with a beautiful thief on a rooftop, he came to a conclusion. You stole his damn tie clip. He had said that he would break your hand if you tried to steal it and dammit, you had. Somehow it simultaneously made him mad and horny. How the fuck had you managed that?

Jason knew that he wouldn’t find you that night. So he went back to his safe house to lick his wounded pride and plan his next move. He needed to get that clip back. It was a gift from Alfred and he would literally kill for it. Though he seriously doubted that he’d need to do that. And Jason would never admit it but he didn’t want to kill you.

He planned to find you sometime during the next week. His tie clip was expensive but not extraordinarily expensive but you had to find someway to sell it without him finding it, which would take time. Jason just didn’t know that it would be the next day that he would find you.

He heard that Bane was throwing his weight around in the drug trade for some damn reason. Wasn’t his venom addition enough for one man? So Jason was snooping around, or investigating as the bats liked to say. He fully expected a boring night of listening in a warehouse for hours and learning very little but instead almost fell through the glass at the sight before him.

You were strapped to a chair with rope. The pretty dress you wore the night before was in tatters but you were covered. Your eyes were red and your nose had dried blood underneath it. You were shivering like a leaf.

“I’m not here to negotiate with you. I’m here for Cat Woman. You are her child and she will come or you will die,” Bane said casually. You gasped.

“She’s going to be mad. Why would she work with you after this?” You asked, braver than you felt. He turned and coldly looked at you before stalking over. His giant fingers wrapped around your throat and you thrashed in the chair.

Jason stood up and moved to jump into the fight despite the fact that he really didn’t want to fight the brute. But Bane let you go and you audibly gasped and sucked air through open lips. You trembled and heaved.

“If she does not care about you, I will move on to her next kitten,” he said and you gulped. You didn’t know if she would save you. Jason looked through the room for a strategy. 2 exits and the skylight he currently looked through. 3 goons that he could easily take out. Oh, and a 300 pound juiced up super soldier. That broke Batman’s back years ago. Fuck.

“Let me go and I’ll do anything you want,” you said and even Jason up high in the rafters could hear the waver in your voice. Bane turned and stared at you and your mind almost couldn’t comprehend the massive size of him. He was easily half a foot taller than Red Hood and almost 100 pounds heavily and Red Hood towered over you.

“What could I possible want from you,” he asked with an icy curiosity. He was watching you for a reaction. You wanted to shrink away but that would be a failure.

“Anything you could want. Information,” you suggested. “About Gotham.”

“I have my sources.”

“Uhhh,” you breathed. “Gems? Money?” He shook his head. Your heart hammered in your chest. He was a man, right? You could sell that maybe? “Me?” You breathed.

He laughed before looking you up and down. “I do not want you carnally, child,” he said. You almost sagged in relief and Jason’s hand released the gun he didn’t know he was holding. “No. We will wait for Cat Woman and if she doesn’t come in 2 days, you are dead.”

You hummed in fear. Bane sat crossed legged and closed his eyes. He threatened to kill you and then fucking meditated. You helplessly pulled at the ropes on your wrists.

Jason tried to piece together how you got there and how to get you out. He knew that he couldn’t exactly call Bruce. ‘Hey dad, do you want to fight the guy who broke your back over a thief he has tied up. Why? I don’t know! I just like fucking her on rooftops!’ Never saying that.

Nope. Instead he would attempt stealth. Against one of the best trained fighters in the world for a woman that robbed him. Yea, maybe Jason should have stayed 6 feet under because he’s a fucking idiot. He sighed before slowly moving towards them. Bane was sitting cross legged with his eyes closed in a meditation back to you.

You suddenly saw Jason out the corner of your eyes and your eyes widened before going back to normal. Bane didn’t seem to notice the slight change in your breathing. Jason snuck over to untie you. He slowly pulled the rope from around your wrists and you were almost completely untied when the end of the rope barely grazed the ground.

Bane snapped his head around as Jason drew his guns. You gasped as Bane launched himself towards Jason. You ripped your hand out of the rope as bullets flew. You scrambled to the floor but was quickly pulled up by the giant man. He clutched you by the shoulder and you whimpered in pain. Jason suddenly froze.

“This is far more interesting that I first thought. I looked for a cat and found a bat,” he laughed. You squirmed in pain. He sat you down but the hand stayed on your shoulder.

“She’s not important. Let her go,” Jason said. The metallic voice from his helmet sounded bored.

“If she is unimportant, she is better off dead,” he said roughly pulling you in his arms and one hand gently wrapped around your throat but didn’t tighten it. You grabbed at his fingers and sobbed pathetically. Your eyes were wide and terror was plain on your face.

“Let’s not. Put the lady down and we can talk,” Jason said and it was weird to see Red Hood negotiating. He was usually the muscle in the situation. It really showed you how fucked you really were.

“Okay I’m intrigued. I will hear your proposal,” he said sitting you down. You scampered behind Jason. Your whole body trembled.

“I know Gotham underground better than you ever will. Sorry but you’re scary as shit but not in a good way,” he said with a shrug. If you didn’t know any better, he seemed casual. “I can get you the venom you need. No cost for a while.”

“How long,” Bane asked. He was the kind so get all the facts before proceeding. He also had the weakness of being completely addicted to venom.

“A months worth.”

“6 months.”

“3 months.”

“Deal. If you break this deal I will crush her windpipe with my hand,” he said with no emotion. It was a promise, not a threat. Jason felt you move closer to him.

“Deal,” Jason agreed. Bane moved closer and you clung to Jason. You were clinging to Red Hood. How pathetic. Jason stood taller and stared at Bane. They shook hands.

Suddenly Bane slapped Jason violently across the face and you yelped. Jason went to the ground but quickly got up to a defensive crouch. You jumped in front of him with your heart beating so fast you would soon faint.

“For invading my space and my business,” Bane said before walking away. “Leave.” He didn’t turn to watch.

You noticed a little crack in the Red Hood helmet. How hard did Bane hit him? Jason stood up and pulled you out of the warehouse with him. He quickly grabbed you and shot his grappling hook out of the area. About half a mile away, he landed on a building. You clung to him and trembled.

“Hey, you’re safe,” he said. “You can let go.”

You pulled off but shivered like a leaf.

“Shit, you’re cold. Here. Here,” he wrapped his jacket around you and it helped your temperature but not your shivering. “Come here,” he pulled you in his arms and you clung. His heartbeat felt reassuring and he awkwardly patted your hair. You could tell Jason wasn’t used to providing comfort.

“He- he,” you started but stopped. “Can we go somewhere safe?”

“Come on downstairs. This is my place,” he said and you nodded. You followed him inside and it was far warmer but you couldn’t stop the shaking. His jacket was replaced by a blanket and Jason sat you on the couch. The helmet came off but domino stayed on. You practically climbed on his lap to be closer. Your eyes were still wide with horror.

You’d been arrested, harassed, even shot at. But never kidnapped like that. And by the giant Bane at that. Jason could feel the fear and adrenaline coming off of you. He rubbed your back softly. You looked up at him suddenly after a few minutes.

“You saved my life. You put yours in danger to save mine,” you breathed. He shrugged, a little uncomfortable under your gaze. “Thank you,” you added.

“Uh you’re welcome. It’s no biggie.”

“Yes it is,” you said before kissing him. Your pace was dizzying and rough. Jason was in shock at first. Your hands roamed his body before dropped down to his belt and he almost jolted up.

“Not today,” he said, stopping your hand. “I mean, normally I’d love to but not now. Give it a few days.”

“Why?” You said with your voice all breathy. Your lips were swollen and eyes dark and he almost gave in.

“You were just kidnapped. You need sleep. Not sex,” he said sliding away from you. “Are you hungry?”

“Wh- you don’t think I could want you?”

“I’m not in the mood. Almost getting killed by Bane really kills the urge,” he lied. If he thought you were in your right mind, he would have fucked you on the rooftop or against the first surface he found. You jumped in front of Bane for him. He found it all incredibly hot. “You need a shower anyways.”

It was cold and cruel but better than sleeping with a traumatized woman. You shook and nodded before using his shower. Jason felt twinges of guilt but ignored them. He knew it was better this way.

You came in nothing but his t shirt that hung like a dress. “Nothing else fit,” you said awkwardly. He could see the scars that covered your legs and bruises around your throat.

“We can lay in bed,” Jason said just as awkwardly. He might know what to do with a woman who wants to fuck him but not just one sleeping over. “For sleeping.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t try anything,” you said with a little smile and he smiled back. You both laid in the bed and it wasn’t long until you pressed your back against his chest and pulled his arms around you. He was strong and safe. You managed to sleep all night with the anticipated nightmares. They had time later to come up. When you weren’t cradled in his arms.

The next morning you woke up warm. The rise and fall of his chest was comforting. His hand held your waist loosely and you could seriously just stay in this moment. But as soon as you moved, you almost giggled like a teenager. He was hard and pressed against your ass.

“Ignore that,” he mumbled.

“Okay... how?” You said after a few seconds. “Because it’s pretty unforgettable for the man I like to sleep with to have his hard dick pressed against my ass. Have to say.”

“We only did it once in a rooftop. Was it that unforgettable?” He said and you could hear the smirk he wore.

“It was alright,” you said playfully but you couldn’t help but press back into him. Jason grabbed your hip to stop you.

“Trying to get me horny?”

“I think you already are.”

“That’s true,” he said before grinding against your ass. You pushed back to do your own rubbing. “And you’re not even wearing any panties,” he said bunching up the fabric of his shirt you wore. He slapped your ass soundly and you gasped.

“What was that for?”

“My tie clip. I hope you still have it,” he said before slapping your ass again. You reached behind you to grasp his cock through his sweatpants.

“I’ll get it back to you,” you said. His pants were pushed down. Jason hummed and rubbed his dick between your thighs. You sighed at the sensation and arched your back so he was sliding between your folds instead.

“You’d better,” he growled but it had no true heat. Not when he was so close to finally fucking you and had his lips leaving little marks on your shoulder and neck. You tried to press back onto him but he stopped your hips.

“Do you deserve it,” he asked running a finger along your hip, every once in a while dipping between your thighs to barely touch your clit. You jumped and grabbed at his wrist to hold him there but he just chuckled and moved away from where you needed him. His thrusting between your folds felt amazing but not enough and he was purposefully avoiding sliding in your hole. Jason quite liked the way your body panted and curved in desperation.

Finally feeling that you had been tortured enough, and he wanted in your wet heat, he pressed his hips forward and filled you. You whimpered and leaned your head back against him.

“Yes,” you breathed. Jason took his time slowly thrusting, letting you fill his full length. His free hand moved from pinching your nipple to circling your clit. You were practically clenching him from the start and he loved it. You were so receptive.

It didn’t take long for him to find a pattern that just got you a little more vocal and focused on that. “God, you’re fucking wet,” he breathed in your ear and you whimpered. You seemed to like what he had to say.

“Taking me so well. Acting like such a good girl,” he said and you breathed out a “Hood” in response. Oh yeah, you didn’t even know the name of the man that you let fuck you. You trusted him enough to sleep in his bed and you’d never even seen his eyes.

His finger circling your clit and cock angled to drag along your g spot had you seeing stars as you came around him. Jason grunted and held your hips tight before quickly pulling out to cum on your ass. He looked as the pretty white beads covered your skin. He wasn’t forgetting that image any time soon. He reached for a towel to clean you up.

Afterwards you turned in his arms and kissed him soundly before lying your head on his chest. You reached up to play with his hair with a little smile on your face. Jason could get used to this. As soon as he thought it, he had the urge to jump up and kick you out. He didn’t do permanent. You were just having fun.

“I need a shower,” he said roughly, getting up. Jason couldn’t help but notice the disappointment on your face that you quickly hid.

“I should get going before my walk of shame gets any later,” you said with an awkward laugh.

“Borough anything you need,” he said before disappearing into his bathroom. While in the shower he had time to think. Yeah, I’m totally not broken to be cool with fucking a woman but not being able to hold her. Not a sign of being fucked up at all, Jason thought. Probably got that from Bruce. Though my real dad probably did it too.

He came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and immediately saw a note on the bed.

Had fun, Hood. We should do it again sometimes, (your number)

💕 Kitten

His tie clip was set underneath it. Jason smiled. Okay, this could be fun. He was young and sowing wild oats or whatever, right?

There was no way this could go wrong, right?

[fruitcoops]

Hey Eve how are you doing I hope you're having a good day. Could you possibly if you want to make a fic like after the disownment fic and there's an interview with Sirius, Remus or (or the lions) on how they felt and there reactions and stuff only if you want to ofc I hope you are having a good day

This isn't a social media fic, but it does include include this prompt and was combined with an ask for Sirius having a hard time in the wake of a breakdown because he was doing so well before. Please pay attention to the TWs and let me know if I missed any. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

TW child abuse (past), angst, past trauma, mentions of going to therapy, and feeling overwhelmed

The studio cameras hadn’t seemed scary in a long, long time. Sirius stared at the white floor, toying with his ring and trying not to run screaming from the building; this is for them, he reminded himself. For everyone like me who never had someone speak up for them. The metal folding chair was cold under him.

“Sirius?” There was no hint of teasing in Marlene’s voice. “Are you ready?”

He had already saved himself and Regulus. Now it was time for the rest of them. “Oui.”

“Rolling in three, two, one…”

“My name is Sirius Black,” he said, channeling all the strength and control he could manage into his voice as he straightened up. “I’m 27 years old, the center and captain for the Gryffindor Lions hockey team, and a Stanley Cup champion.” He took a breath. “And I grew up in an abusive home. Last week, my biological parents officially disowned me for refusing to go back into the closet and under their control. It wasn’t dramatic. There was no media present. There was a lot of paperwork.

“But I’m not here to talk about that.” He swallowed, and felt some of his confidence return. Behind the camera, Marlene gave him an encouraging look with a shine in her eyes. “I’m here to talk to everyone else in my situation and let you know that you’re not alone. You can get out of there, and you can be the freest version of yourself. For the next month, 1/12 of all proceeds from Lions tickets will go to charities supporting abuse survivors and those currently living in abusive situations. My story is not the only one. We can make a difference.”

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Sirius laid on his back on the lobby couch, letting “Radio Gaga” thump in his ears and drown out the tremors in his body. He had never said it publicly before—as far as the rest of the hockey world knew, his family was only rumored to be strict. He had been hesitant to do the video at first despite the tsunami of questions flooding their social media, and it wasn’t until Marlene suggested the charity aspect that he agreed.

Sirius didn’t like press. He liked it even less when it was poking around in his past, and when he had to support it.

The song ended and he paused the music, listening to his own breathing and steady pulse. You’re okay. You’re done. You made it through. He didn’t feel okay.

“—proud of him,” someone was saying inside the studio. Remus. “It was a complicated and painful thing to work through, but he never wavered from what he wanted and what was best for him.”

Six of his other teammates would speak, supporting the charity with a quick mention of their own feelings in case any assholes on the internet got bright ideas about speaking for them and their feelings on Sirius’ disownment. It was insane what people thought they found by digging through interviews.

“Hey, baby.” Sirius opened his eyes; above him, Remus was leaning over the armrest of the couch with a tired smile. He kissed Sirius’ forehead, then his nose, then his lips. “Ready to go home?”

“Don’t we have to stay until the end?”

“Marlene said she had everything she needed from us.”

Sirius blew out a slow breath and stood, wrapping his arms around Remus on instinct. “This feels like it’s going to go badly.”

“I don’t think it will,” Remus said quietly, rubbing up and down his spine. “I think it’s going to help a lot of people, and I hope it means we stop getting nosy comments now that you’ve answered the big questions and made it clear that’s the end.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

They walked to the car in relative silence, hand-in-hand; Remus took the keys without a word, and relief washed over Sirius in a cool breeze. He didn’t feel grounded enough to drive safely. At the moment, he wasn’t sure he ever would. The whole world was hazy outside the passenger window, blurring the city he loved so much into smudges of colors—Remus was a presence next to him, but what Sirius wanted more than anything was some hot chocolate and a long, long nap.

“I don’t feel good,” he said, hardly above a whisper.

Remus glanced at him out of the corner of his eye as he drove. “Do I need to pull over?”

“No, I just…” He sighed. “I thought I would feel better after getting this off my chest and helping people. I feel bad.”

“Can you eat?” He nodded. “I’ll make some soup when we get home if you want to lay down for a bit.”

Sirius’ eyes burned. “Sounds good.”

“Hey, baby, it’s okay,” Remus soothed, reaching one hand down to close around the one Sirius kept on his thigh as Sirius sniffled and shook with the effort of keeping in his tears. “It’s okay. You can call Marlene and ask her not to publish the video. That’s in your rights, you don’t have to—”

“No,” Sirius choked out, wiping his tears away with the back of his wrist. “It has to happen. People have to know that they can help. I—I just—I don’t know how to feel and so everything is happening at once.”

Nobody had taught Sirius how to handle Feelings-with-a-capital-f until Dumo; suddenly, he felt like all that hard work was being undone in one fell swoop. He kept ahold of Remus’ hand and let the tears slide down his cheeks as he breathed through it, keeping both feet firmly planted in some semblance of control. Remus parked the car and turned to him without unbuckling his seatbelt. “Do you want to go inside, or should we drive for a bit?”

“I really want to go to bed.”

“How can I help?” Remus laced their fingers together again and Sirius squeezed his eyes shut. “You really don’t seem alright, love.”

“I’m not, and I don’t know how to fix it.” The words were broken glass in his throat. “I was doing so good. I don’t know how to go back.”

“Oh, baby,” Remus murmured, taking his seatbelt off to kiss Sirius’ temple. “Let’s go inside, yeah? You’ll be more comfortable there.”

Sirius nodded mutely, still pressing his lips together to stifle any sounds that tried to come out. It always seemed like when he started to cry, he couldn’t stop—whether that was a function of never crying for the majority of his life, he didn’t know, but it always felt horrible. No mistakes, his mother had told him. The video felt like a mistake. Still, he knew he couldn’t ask them to take it down. There were people that needed help, and he couldn’t let his childhood hide in the shadows anymore.

Remus turned as if to hug him when the door closed behind them, but Sirius slipped past and headed straight for the stairs. Sweatpants, hoodie, soup, blanket, talk. Talk, talk, talk until you can’t stop. Then sleep. He heard Remus moving around in the kitchen as he stripped down and dug his softest sweatpants out of the drawer, followed by Remus’ most worn-down and oversized Wisconsin hoodie that he always wore when he didn’t feel well. Sirius buried his nose in the neckline and inhaled deeply; the familiar scent soothed the rush of blood in his ears.

He didn’t bother with socks and made a beeline for the couch, wrapping himself in the afghan blanket one of Hope’s friends had crocheted for their wedding. Hope had kept it in the Lupin house so she wouldn’t forget to bring it with her, and it smelled like them, too. It smelled like safety and a happy house and healthy childhoods.

Another tear slipped out when Remus set down some water and the soup—Campbell’s chicken noodle, can’t go wrong—and Sirius curled up against the armrest to make room. “I need to talk to you,” he said. “I need to talk to you.”

The cushions dipped as Remus sat next to him and crossed his legs. “About what?”

“Everything.” His voice broke. “The way I grew up, everything about it. I—Re, I never lied to you, I promise. I just didn’t talk about it because I didn’t want to scare you, but I have to be honest with you.”

“…alright.”

Sirius took a shaky breath; his mouth was dry, and salty at the edges. “My parents—my parents hit me when I wasn’t good enough, and nothing was ever good enough unless I could do it again, and again, and again—”

“Sirius—”

“—and I thought everyone on my team didn’t get dinner if they didn’t get a goal and—”

“Stop—”

“—and Regulus and I, it was like we couldn’t breathe in that house with them scripting every move—”

“Sirius.” Remus’ hand covered his mouth and Sirius closed his eyes as a sob ripped free, but didn’t fight it. “Sirius, stop, please.”

“I have to tell you,” he said hoarsely, trembling from head to toe. “I have to be honest with you.”

“I love you, and I’m glad you can talk to me, but I’m not the person you have to tell.” Remus’ voice was thick with tears. “Being honest with me doesn’t mean telling me every detail, please, please don’t do that.”

“I couldn’t make mistakes,” he blubbered, leaning into Remus. “What kind of fucking freak tells a child they can’t make mistakes?”

Remus shushed him softly, running a hand through the hair at the nape of his neck as he went boneless into Remus’ chest. He could feel the hitching breaths under his face and regret reared up, but he felt so empty. There was so much more he could tell Remus and nothing he could say. “I love you,” Remus began, sniffling slightly. “I love you so much, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Because I love you, I’m going to tell you that I am not the person you need to tell all this to right now. You should talk to someone who knows how to help, like Heather.”

“I’m sorry,” Sirius whispered.

“No, I understand.” A kiss pressed against the top of his head. “And I’m not upset at you. Both our emotions are running really high. I just—this isn’t blaming you or to make you feel bad, but it hurts to hear all the horrible things that happened to you. I already wish I could have stopped it before it happened, but hearing you say it is a lot worse than thinking about it and I wasn’t ready to hear everything.”

“That’s not everything.”

“I know.” Remus’ voice cracked. “I know, and that’s the worst part. This video was a bad idea, I should call—”

“No, no, don’t do that.” Sirius caught his wrist as he reached for the phone. “The video isn’t the problem. It will help people. It’s just hard for me to talk about it without getting overwhelmed.”

Remus hesitated, but left the phone alone and hugged Sirius close again. “I’m here.”

“I know.”

“And I’m not gonna leave.” His chest rose and fell. “But—but if you need to tell me things, not just today, please give me fair warning first.”

“I will,” Sirius promised. They sat quietly for a moment before he sat up and pulled the soup bowl into his lap, letting the steam roll over his face. “Mon dieu, I was doing so good before this. It’s been the best two years and now…”

“Now it’s going to be better,” Remus filled in when he trailed off. A slender hand tucked his hair behind his ear. “It’s going to be better, Sirius. For you, and for lots of other people that you’re helping. But this is the hard part.”

“This is the really, really hard part,” he agreed, taking a sip of broth. It was the perfect temperature. “Thank you.”

“It’s just soup.”

“No, for everything. Everything you’ve done for me.” he rested his head on Remus’ shoulder, then left a lingering kiss on his cheek. “I love you more than I can say.”

A wry smile tilted the side of Remus’ mouth up. “In English or French?”

“Both,” Sirius half-laughed. “Both, I promise. I’m going to finish this, and then can we take a nap?”

“That sounds perfect. Make sure to drink your water, too.”

It would not be an easy evening, or an easy night, or an easy anything when the video came out. But he would work through it, and he would remember what he had learned from his family and his friends to move past the roadblocks his childhood always created. He would call Regulus, they would cry together, and they would be okay. He would be okay.

[sour--disposition]

Bad Girlfriend

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harry lewis x fem!reader

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@ketamineharry suggested a harry imagine based off of Anne-Marie’s Bad Girlfriend and voila

please check my pinned post for request/prompt info and my masterlist

You cancel plans for me - I cancel ours on you - Say I'd be back early - I don't get in 'til 2 - You ask me where I've been - I tell you something vague - Think I messed up again - What can I say

You were sick and tired of Harry and his behaviour. When you first got together, you chalked his actions up to being young and dumb. And then to getting used to having more money. Then you blamed it on having to deal with so much at such a young age. 

The excuses piled up, one on top of the other. You knew one day it would all come toppling down around you, drowning you and Harry in a sea of problems that you doubted you’d be able to survive. You’d excused cheating, been by his side during hangovers from hell and comedowns that took too long to make Harry realise that the high really wasn’t worth the pain. You’d rubbed his back and handed him bottles of water and paracetamol and nursed him back to health, only for him to go and get in the same state the next weekend and expect you to help him gather the pieces back together again.

You’d tried to patch things up. Every time that you went to Harry to air all your concerns, tell him that if he doesn’t get his act together that you’d leave, and he always promised that things would be better this time. But something would always happen. There’d be plans he’d forget or cancel. He’d get too drunk and end up with hands over another girl’s body. 

“Ooh, you look nice”, Harry commented as soon as you answered his FaceTime call. “What are you doing?”, he asked you.

“I’m off out with some girls from uni tonight”, you told him as you stood up from the sofa and started gathering your things together.

“I thought you were coming over?”, he said, a small pout forming on his lips.

“Sorry”, you said nonchalantly. “I’ll make it up to you, yeah”, you told him half-heartedly.

“Yeah, whatever”, Harry huffed. “Come back here after?”, he suggested.

“Sure”, you said, a small smile on your lips. “I’ve gotta go, their taxi just pulled up. Love you”, you rushed out, hanging up and shoving your phone into your clutch, along with your keys, card and some cash.

Harry 💕: where are you it’s 11?

Harry💕: y/n c’mon i miss you

Harry💕: am i waiting up for you or not?

Harry💕: its 2am

You didn’t read the texts until you were swaying on the spot in the lift of Harry’s apartment building. Your vision was fuzzy as you tried to find the right key for their front door. “Y/N?”, Harry asked, opening the door.

“Hey”, you slurred, stumbling towards him. “I couldn’t see your key”, you told him.

“Where’ve you even been?”, Harry asked, voice dripping with distaste and disappointment.

“Here, there, everywhere”, you giggled. 

“Come on, go to bed”, Harry said sternly. “I have a shoot tomorrow and Josh will kill me if I’m late or lacking”, he told you.

“Oh, I am so very sorry”, you drawled, exaggerating all of your words, much to your own amusement.

“I’m not being funny, Y/N. Go to bed or go home”, Harry said sharply.

Your face dropped, the small square inch of your brain that was yet to be drenched in vodka and whatever else you’d been drinking lit up with anger. “Fine”, you snapped. You stormed down the hallway, sure of your footing this time and not stumbling once.

“Where are you going?”, Harry called after you.

“Home!”, you shouted, wrenching the front door open and slamming it behind you as hard as you could.

You shivered in the cold, late night wind of London as you waited on the curbside for your taxi. As soon as the car pulled up, you slid into the backseat and rattled off your address. The street lights and neon signs of London passed by in a blur of alcohol and anger and regret. “Thanks. Keep the change”, you muttered, handing a note over to the driver and getting out of the taxi.

Once you’d got back into your apartment, you changed into some pyjamas and took your make-up off as quickly as possible. You crawled under the covers, pulling them around your body and getting comfy in the middle of your bed. 

Part of you felt a little guilty for how you’d treated Harry, but a bigger part of you couldn’t find the effort to care. You’d put up with Harry acting like this for 6 years, he could tolerate you doing it once or twice.

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You wanna meet my friends - I say another day

“Another day, Harry”, you sighed, heavily, turning back to the work you were trying to get done for your classes.

“You always say that. You’ve been on this course for, like, a year”, Harry whined.

“I know but I really need to focus on work at the moment, Harry”, you told him. “I started my degree later than I wanted to anyway and then I didn’t commit to it like I should have last year because of…”, you trailed off.  “Another day”.

“Because of what?”, Harry asked, voice taking a combative edge as he sat up straighter.

“Harry, I don’t want to get into this again”, you sighed heavily, slumping into your chair.

“Well, you started it!”, he argued. “So finish your sentence. Go on!”, he goaded.

“I couldn’t commit to my degree because I was too busy looking after you!”, you shouted. “Is that what you wanted? Me to lash out? Fucking well done”, you spat. You gathered up your things as quick as you could, closing your book and shoving things into your bag.

“Where are you going now?”, Harry asked frustratedly.

“Home. I have an essay to do for next week”, you muttered as you shoved past Harry.

Things between you and Harry were only getting worse. You knew about the other girls, but the both of you just pretended that you didn’t. All of his friends saw Harry as some sheepish kid with a loud mouth girlfriend, but they never got to see the Harry that you were seeing more and more. The Harry that held things from years ago against you, the Harry that was becoming more controlling by the day, the Harry that would raise his voice when things went even slightly not his way… The Harry that wasn’t the same Harry that you fell in love with.

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'Cause I'm one in a million - More like in a billion - I don't think it's cheating if I'm kissing other women - I do some shit you can't forgive - And you better get used to it

The more you and Harry argued, the more his friends didn’t like you. They hid it well, especially Simon and Josh since you were such good friends with Talia and Freya. But you noticed the side glances you’d get anytime you laughed a little louder than usual, any time you’d say something that would make Talia or Freya cackle. You’d notice the looks that they would send Harry when you had the audacity to go and dance and your own, or when you’d be on your phone whilst everyone else was fighting to keep you out of the conversation.

You had no doubt in your mind that Harry was telling them bare-faced lies about you and hiding the truth about himself. You knew that they had no clue about Harry’s cheating, about how bad his drinking and substance abuse had truly been, how much he actually relied on you for day to day functioning. All they knew was that you were loud, argumentative and didn't give Harry the time of day when it came to uni work.

“Do you think she knows she’s punching?”, you heard Ethan ask JJ.

“I mean, it’s so obvious. Harry’s miles out of her league. C’mon man!”, JJ laughed in reply.

You looked to Harry to see his reaction. You knew he’d heard what was said, but based on the look on his face, he couldn’t care less. You didn’t need the validation from your boyfriend’s best friends, but it would be nice if your boyfriend would at least defend you or reassure you.

You rolled your eyes and turned to leave the table, heading towards the toilets. You were facing the mirror, touching up your hair and make-up, when Freya and Talia walked in. “What happened?”, Talia asked.

You told them what you’d heard and watched as their faces contorted into looks of horror. “Oh my god!”, Freya exclaimed. “What did Harry say!?”, she asked, coming closer to hold you hand supportively.

Your silence answered their question perfectly. “I can’t believe him”, Talia huffed, wrapping her arms around you.

“Things haven’t been great, but I never thought he’d just sit and let his best friends slag me off practically to my face”, you told them. Your eyes were watery.

“Hey, babe. Don’t let your mascara run”, a dark haired girl told you, handing you a tissue. “Whoever is letting someone slag you off is stupid”, she assured you.

“My boyfriend”, you said sadly. 

“I hate boys”, she laughed darkly, rolling her eyes, before rejoining her group of friends.

You, Talia and Freya emerged from the toilets around 5 minutes later, once you were sure that your tears had dried and weren’t going to restart. The three of you walked towards the table, Freya and Talia immediately sliding next to Josh and Simon.

“Where’s Harry?”, you asked, not seeing him anywhere. Ethan gave you a look and pointed towards the dancefloor before turning back to his conversation with JJ and Vik.

You glanced over towards the dancefloor, hoping you’d see Harry. Thankfully, he was towards the edge, back turned towards you. You watched as he turned around, ready to try and grab his attention. His eyes met yours, briefly filling with panic, before darting back down to the girl in his arms.

“Fuck this”, you muttered, as Harry’s friends and Freya and Talia all watched as he tried to assess the situation and what to do.

He watched as you walked closer, looking ready to send the stranger away. Harry’s eyes followed you as you sailed past him and towards the middle of the dance floor. You could feel eyes on you as you began dancing to the music, letting the beat mix with the alcohol and take over your body.

“Did you sort things with your boyfriend?”, a female voice asked. It was the girl from the bathroom. You rolled your eyes somewhat playfully at her.

“No”, you snorted. “I came to speak to him and he was all over another girl”, you told her. Your eyes darted over to where you’d last seen Harry. “That’s him there, sucking face with the blonde”.

“I hope he’s your ex-boyfriend now”, she told you, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s complicated”, you admitted, looking down in shame. It wasn’t news to you that you were letting Harry treat you like a doormat, but you had yet to muster up the courage to leave him. Just as you looked up, ready to offer to explain it over a drink, someone behind you shoved you, sending you catapulting into the girl’s arms.

“Careful there, can’t have you falling for me already. I’ve not even started flirting yet”, she told you with a smirk. “Martha”, she said politely, holding out a hand.

“Y/N”, you told her with a shy smile as you accepted her outstretched hand.

“Care for a dance?”, Martha asked you, pulling you closer with the hand that was still in hers.

You didn’t care if Harry and his friends watched as your bodies rolled together. Harry had never danced with you on a night out like this, never held you shamelessly in a club for everyone to see. Harry had never held your face so securely as he pulled you in for a kiss in front of everyone around you.

“What the fuck, Y/N?”, you heard beside you.

“Is this the boyfriend?”, Martha asked once she’d pulled back and let her eyes flutter open, eyeing Ethan up and down as soon as she had.

“The boyfriend’s best friend”, you told her, preparing to step out of her hold.

“Last time I checked, the boyfriend was preoccupied with someone else. Get him to come and find me when he wants his girlfriend. We’ll be right here”, she said, voice powerful and allowing no argument as her arms held you closer.

Harry never came to find you. The two of you left the club in separate taxis and you left with a new number saved in your phone.

-

You should be with someone else - Someone who is not myself

“Harry, you deserve so much better”, you heard a voice say as you walked into Harry’s apartment. You walked down the hallway quietly, lingering just behind the door frame to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“We’ve been together for so long, though”, Harry sighed.

“Did you not see what she did the other night? She was all over some other chick!”, a voice, Simon’s, exclaimed.

“Maybe it was just a mistake, y’know”, Harry tried to reason.

“She’s not good for you, Harry”, JJ, this time, said.

You’d heard enough. You turned the corner, coming face to face with all 7 of the boys. “Y/N…”, Harry trailed off.

“No, no. Carry on talking about me, it’s fine”, you said, voice lathered in artificial sweetness.

“Damnit, Y/N, it wasn’t like that”, Harry snapped, surprising everyone but you. “What are you doing?”, he asked as you started gathering a blanket off of the back of the sofa and plucking a hoodie off of the back of a dining room chair..

“Getting my shit and going”, you hissed.

“You’re being dramatic”, Harry scolded.

“No, Harry. I’ve put up with your bullshit since we were 18. I’m sick and tired of it. I’ve put my life on hold for long enough. You need someone, but I’m not that someone anymore. I’m sick of looking after you and letting your friends hate me just because you’re too much of a coward to tell them the truth”, you spat.

“We know everything, Y/N”, Ethan said smugly, rolling his eyes as he leaned back in his chair.

“So you know that I started my degree late because I had to get Harry sober? You know that he’s cheated on me more times than I can count? You know that I’ve tried for 6 fucking years to get him to love me as much as I love him and it’s never fucking worked!?”, you all but yelled, shocking everyone in front of you.

“You think I don’t love you?”, Harry asked, voice frustrated and angry.

“I know that you don’t love me as much as I love you”, you told him simply. “You cancelled 3 anniversary dates to go on nights out with the guys. You made me cancel a weekend away because you wanted to go to Dubai. You get annoyed when I try to do my uni work. You let Ethan and JJ slag me off, practically to my face, and didn’t say a fucking word”, you told him.

You looked at Harry, waiting for a reaction. “Do you know how heartbreaking it is to hear my boyfriend’s best friends, people I’ve known for 6 years, say that I’m punching and that you deserve better? Did you think about how much it hurt me when you didn’t even flinch at what they said?”.

Harry’s face lit up in anger. “It’s not like you’ve been a good girlfriend!”, he spat.

“Because being a good girlfriend to you is like a full time job. It’s a full time job and I haven’t had a day off in over 5 years. So yeah, I’ve been a bad girlfriend… Boo fucking hoo”, you grumbled.

Harry remained silent, a sheepish look crossing his face. “We can try again”, he suggested quietly.

“We have! Over and over again!”, you exclaimed, tears welling in your eyes as you spoke. “I’m exhausted, Harry. I’m tired of looking after you when I’m just as hungover as you. I’m tired of not making plans because I literally can not afford for you to cancel on me anymore. You don’t value me or anything that I do. Your friends hate me and you don’t care. I’ve been your last priority for years and I’m sick of it. We’re done. I’ll put your stuff in a box and bring it round”, you told him, voice losing more and more strength as you spoke.

“Y/N…”, Harry tried, reaching for your arm.

“Don’t”.

[mandos-sluts]

Ending 3: She’s Coming with Me

Wordcount: 1.7k

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, blow job, dirty talk

Summary:  Fed up with your creepy boss, Mando convinces you to be his permanent mechanic

Story beginning

Ending 1 and Ending 2

The next day, you’re working on some wires below the ship and hear footsteps approaching.

“I just have to rewire the calcinator and then I’ll be done.” You call out.

“Come with me.” You hear Mando’s modulated voice say.

“Huh?” You slide out from under the ship to see Mando standing directly above you.

“Come with me.” He repeats. “I could use a permanent mechanic.”

You stand up. “I’m content with my current job.” You state, looking back at the wires you were working on.

“I have the credits to pay you well.” He says in an assertive tone. He’s standing about a foot away from you.

Honestly, traveling around the galaxy with a Mandalorian bounty hunter sounds kind of exciting, and you could use a change of scenery. While this job does pay fairly well, it is the same thing every day. And your boss is the absolute worst; he’s a middle-aged creep who specializes in sexually harassing his female employees and taking more than his fair share of your payments.

Still, it’s a stable job and you have built a good reputation for yourself. You cross your arms. “It’ll take you more than that to convince me, I have many loyal customers that pay well.”

“I can offer you much more than they can, pretty girl.” Mando says inching closer to you. Pretty girl. These words go straight to your cunt.

“Is that so?” You say nervously.

Mando lightly pushes you against the outside of his ship. “Why don’t I show you.” He says moving his hand to the hem of your pants. You look down at his hands as he unbuttons your pants. “Tell me to stop and I will.” He says softly.

Your heart is pounding and you look back up at him. You feel his hand slip under your wet panties and he runs his gloved finger in your folds. He then abruptly shoves his digit into you and begins pumping it fast. Your mouth falls open at sudden penetration. “...ahhhhh.” You squeal in a high-pitched and breathy voice.

“Come on, baby girl, don’t make me beg.” Mando says, leaning his helmet against your forehead.

He continues to ram his finger in and out of you. Your back is flat against the ship and your hands down by your side. Mando’s other hand is next to your head with his palm against the metal wall.

“I– ”

“What the fuck is this!” You hear a voice yell. You peel your eyes away from Mando’s visor and see your boss walking angrily into your station.

“Mr. Calican!” You gasp as your heart drops. Mando casually turns his head behind him to look at your boss. He stops pumping his fingers but keeps his hands where they are, acting as if he couldn’t care less that someone has walked in on him fingering you.

You urgently pull Mando’s hands out of your pants and button them back up. Panic and shame are written all over your face.

“What the fuck is going on!!!? Is this how you’re accepting payment for your work!? You fuckin skank!” Your boss screams at you. “Get the fuck over here!” He yells pointing to the ground.

You instinctively take a step forward, headed to your boss when Mando grabs your arm. “She’s coming with me.” He states firmly.

“Who the fuck are you?” Your boss spits out. “You’re not taking that bitch anywhere!”

“Talk to her like that again and you’ll be sorry.” Mando says as he puts his hands on your waist and motions you to the open ramp of the ship.

“Hey! You need to pay for your repairs!” Your boss shouts as the two of you walk up the ramp.

“I already have. It's all going to her.” Mando says, looking back.

“What! No! Gimme my cut!!” He yells.

The Mandalorian stands in the doorway. “Congratulations on losing your most talented mechanic, asshole.” He says as the hatch closes, leaving your boss standing there fuming.

********************************

The first thing you do on the Crest is take a shower. You replay the situation that just transpired over and over again in your head: Mando fingering you against the ship, Mando telling your boss to fuck off. Fuck, you are so fucking horny. You step out of the shower, so turned on and desperate for the same kind of attention that Mando had given you earlier.

“Hey.” You say walking into the cockpit.

“Hello.” Mando says turning his head to the side, not looking all the way back at you.

“So I wanted to say thank you for this opportunity.” You say walking toward his chair. You lean on the control panel beside him and stare directly into his visor. You’re wearing a thin tank top that your nipples are poking through and short shorts. He looks you up and down. Your smooth skin is beautiful, and he can smell your enticing scent through his helmet.

“Of course.” He says, turning his head back to look out the ship’s front window.

“And I just wanted to show you how grateful I am that you saved me from that skug hole.” You say bringing your hand to his thigh. You slowly lower yourself to your knees.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to do that.” Mando says, lightly grabbing your arm.

“I know.” You return as you run your hand up his thigh. “But the ship doesn’t need any maintenance right now, so what else am I supposed to do?” You say in a sultry manner.

You maneuver yourself between Mando’s legs; a tent has already formed in his pants. You unbutton his trousers and release his enormous cock. You exhale loudly at the sight of it.

You bring your lips to his groin and slowly lick his shaft up and down.

“Fuck.” Mando says under his breath. “What a good fuckin girl you are.” You take the tip in your mouth and swirl the head of his member with your tongue. Mando’s eyes are glued to you as you wrap your lips around his cock. He sets one of his hands on your head.

You lower yourself on his dick and put as much of his length in your mouth as you can. With one hand on his thigh and the other wrapped around the bottom of his cock, you begin moving your head up and down.

He lets out a deep modulated growl. He lies his head back so that it’s resting on his chair and closes his eyes. *see gif* “I wanted to shove my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours the second I saw you.” He says.

You moan out at his words and close your eyes. Your pussy is pulsing and you can feel that your panties are soaking wet. You move your hand from his thigh down to your cunt and begin circling your clit. The pleasure prompts you to bob your head even faster.

Mando grunts at this and looks back down at you. “Fuck!” He spits out. “Are you fingering yourself?!” Your eyes shoot open and look directly at his visor. “You’re gonna be such a good live-in cockslut for me, aren’t you?” He says, tightening his grip on your hair ever so slightly. “Pfftt. Sucking my cock while I’m piloting the ship... Finger yourself harder you needy little thing.” He commands. You start circling your clit faster and harder and your eyes fall closed again. You let out a series of high-pitched and muffled “mmmmmm!”

“Can’t wait to have your tight little pussy wrapped around my cock.” Mando says as his breathing picks up.

You remove your hand from the base of his length and take even more of his cock into your mouth, gagging as you try to open your throat.

“Look at me.” Mando orders in a deep stern voice. “I want you to look at me while you choke on my cock.” You open your eyes and tears start forming in the corners of them.

“Can’t believe you’re mine to fuck whenever I want. You’re so– uhhhhhh– so fuckin perfect, fuck.”

All of the sudden you hear something beep. A hologram of Greef Karga appears on the dashboard in front of Mando. He can only see the top half of Mando’s body through the hologram on his end.

“Mando.” Greef says.

“Greef. What– what is it?” Mando returns.

“There’s a bounty on Tatooine that needs to be collected as soon as possible. Can you take the job? The payout is high.”

You continue bobbing your head and start to suck a little bit harder. You can feel his cock getting stiffer. You move one your free hand to grab his balls. Mando flinches.

“Sh– sure.” He stutters.

“Great. I’ll send you their coordinates and information.” Greef says.

Mando glances down and thrusts his hips up while holding your head in place. You gag as your nose hits his stomach, trying your best to breathe through your nose. Spit is dripping from your chin onto the floor by your knees.

“Are you alright–”

“Yes.” He returns quickly and turns off the hologram. Greef’s projected figure disappears from the control panel as you feel hot juices fill your mouth and spew down your throat. “Fuuuccckkkkk.” Mando moans out as his breathing slows down.

You slide his cock out of your mouth and take a deep breath.

“Open your mouth.” He says as he lazily grabs your chin. “I wanna see your mouth coated in my cum.” You open your mouth and stick out your tongue while batting your eyes. Your tongue is covered in his sperm.

Mando traces your bottom lip with his finger, gathering the cum and spit that are dripping off of it. He sticks the digit in your mouth.

“You’d better get used to getting filled with my load, pretty girl.” Mando purrs.

[americxn]

Confession (Colin x Fem!Reader)

a/n - I don’t know if Colin is only involved in missing person/murder cases but I decided to go arson instead because murder seemed way too serious for this scenario. Also, I’m not a lawyer, I have no clue what I’m talking about but we move

wordcount: 2.7k warnings: NSFW, kinda dom Colin (putting this as a warning bc I know some of you don’t like that), fingering, mentions of arson

Colin’s eyes were dark and unwavering as he pinned them on you, his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his work pants as he lounged against the back of his chair, his eyebrows slightly cocked and mouth a thin line. A portrait of increasing irritation. Your own head cocked slightly, waiting for him to repeat his question for the twentieth time in an hour. Sighing, he pulled his hands away from his waist, shifting to straighten on his chair as he leant forwards, levelling an utterly unamused look at you. His patience was wearing thin. Good. A small smile curved the corners of your mouth upwards as your chin raised slightly, Colin’s eyes flashing in agitation at your increasingly insufferable attitude. “I’m only going to ask you this one more time: where were you on the night of October 10th?” “At home.” You responded easily, the same answer you had given him with each reiteration of the question. 

His jaw clenched at your unrelenting impassivity, the muscles within feathering. He braced his elbows on the surface of the cold metal table between you, leaning forwards, his eyes never once leaving yours. You bit back your amusement, leaning in slightly to meet him in mocking interest, your arrogance spilling onto the metal before you, pooling about the detective’s elbows, dripping from the table onto the concrete floor.  “Let me repeat this once more,” he began, his tone dropping and becoming somewhat condensing, as if you were a child incapable of grasping the concept of the situation. “Several witnesses came forward and gave both your name and general description on the night of 10th, only several minutes after officials suspect that the fire was started.” Your amusement was momentarily doused as the image of the fire that you had ignited flashed, the memory of the pure ecstasy and sense of completion that had filled you the second you dropped the match onto the gasoline-coated floor of the large, abandoned building. Pulling your attention back to the man before you, you merely shrugged, leaning back in your chair and bringing a hand up to your face, examining your carefully manicured nails. “It was dark, detective. They could’ve seen anyone. As I’ve already explained multiple times, I was at home, not fucking around setting buildings on fire.” The lies came too easily to you. Colin seemed to be thinking the same thing as he tipped his head back to the brightly illuminated ceiling and let out a truly exasperated sigh. You quietly scoffed, folding your hands together in your lap and gazing at him with feigned innocence, allowing a patient demeanor to slip over you.  “You’re enjoying this far too much. This is serious, y/n.” He gritted out as he lowered his eyes back to yours. The small smile of indifference painted on your face as he surveyed you once more served as your second act of arson, fuelling his growing anger. He knew it was you. You knew he knew. Your smile only grew. “I know that you’re guilty.” He threw the words across the table at you, his voice low. “If you’re so confident that it was me, why am I even here?” You pressed offhandedly, the front legs of your chair lifting off the floor as you pushed back on it. “Because I need a verbal confession.” Colin stated firmly. “And you’re going to give me one.” You couldn’t help the snort that bubbled out of you at his overly confident words, your eyes alight with flickering amusement. His own eyes flashed in warning. “Of course you are. And how, exactly, do you plan on getting one from me?” You challenged, your chair falling fulling back to the floor with a dull thud. Colin’s eyes flicked down to the surface of the table, as if watching through the thick metal as you placed your feet back on the ground. His own feet shifted beneath the table, his eyes lifting back to yours as his foot appeared on the edge of your chair between your slightly parted legs. You stiffened in confused alarm but kept your eyes trained on his as he slowly pressed his foot into your pussy, the pointed tip of his leather shoe spearing onto your clothed clit, too-sensitive even through the protection of your clothes. A gasp ripped free from your throat at the sudden pressure, any amusement having fled from your features, now displayed proudly on Colin’s instead. “What’re you-” the tip of his shoe twitched harshly against your covered core, the rest of your words dissipating into the suddenly tension-filled space between you. “Talk me through your evening on the 10th.” He ordered, his eyes falling wholly dark as he tracked the movement of your lower lip catching between your teeth. Your hands fell onto the arms of the chair you sat in, clenching tightly onto the cold metal as a spontaneous inner conflict took place within you. Push him off or see where this goes. This ‘interrogation’ had gone on for far too long, you were beginning to get bored. And so, you settled further into your chair, pressing yourself slightly further onto the tip of his shoe, an almost inaudible groan working its way out of you at the increased pressure. “I’ve told you. I was at home.” He retracted his shoe ever so slightly before pressing it against you once more with even more persistence. When he didn’t reply, his jaw working in annoyance, you sighed softly, not allowing any anxiety to worm its way into you as he put you on the spot, creating a vague alibi in a matter of seconds. You knew that stalling for a moment too long would only raise his suspicions. “I came home from work at around five. I drove.” You added, reluctant to leave any room for further questioning, not as his shoe began to make small strokes up and down on your clothed cunt, dulling your vital concentration.  Your integrity lapsed at his increasing attention on your core, your legs parting more of their own accord.  “I, um, I showered for like fifteen minutes and then I went to make food.” The lie was weak; Colin’s mouth twitched, as if a smirk strained to formed on his thin lips. “You don’t live alone, do you?”  You swallowed but shook your head. “No. My roommates weren’t home.” “Oh?” He uttered, urging you to present him with an explanation. You bit down on the inside of your cheek as he pressed the tip of his shoe against you even harder.  “They stayed at the college library to study.” Your tone wavered, your eyes flicking down to your shamelessly parted legs. “Unfortunately, I spoke to two of your roommates earlier.” At his cruel contradiction, your eyes fluttered closed in defeat. “They were all home by four that night.” His chair creaked as he leant forwards, your eyes flying open with a low groan as his foot was forced further against you. “What’s even more interesting, is that they didn’t see you at all that night.” “What’s the point of this?” You muttered, lifting your gaze to his. “Why ask if you know I’m lying to you?” “Because I need to hear you confess.” He answered simply, pushing back his chair and standing. Your hips rocked forwards slightly on your seat, trying to subconsciously chase after his foot as he stood. Watching closely as he slowly made his way around the table, small ribbons of nervousness finally began to unfurl within your gut, your unease growing as he reached you, coming to a halt beside the chair that you sunk further into beneath his scrutiny.  The hand that he snaked onto your shoulder was a warm weight and you took a steadying breath as his other fell onto your side, Colin taking a step behind your chair. Looking straight ahead, you didn’t dare shift so much as an inch as his hand slid from your shoulder to the crook of your neck, his fingers settling onto your skin. You resisted the urge to cross your legs, waiting for Colin’s next words, the hand at your side beginning to run softly up and down the length between your ribs and your hip. Your breathing hitched as he stooped down, his own breath hot on the side of your neck. "What would happen if I was guilty? If I did confess?” You chose the words carefully but your true intentions behind the cautious question was explicit: What happened when you confessed? “Either I use the evidence I have against you in court and accuse you of being guilty. Or, you confess, and get a lesser sentence. Since no one was harmed and there were no malicious intentions, right now with no confession, you’re looking at a heavy fine and restitution.” Whilst he spoke lowly in your ear, his hand made a slow trail from your side to your abdomen and any information that he was providing you evaded your attention as all of your focus trained itself upon the hand that Colin was sliding lower and lower down your body. He drew swirling patterns across your stomach with the tips of his fingers, dipping tantalisingly past your belly button before straying back up your torso once more. Your eyes dropped to watch the smooth movements of his fingertips. A small part of your conscious scolded yourself for how wrong this was but the other, larger part sung with nervous excitement, willing his hand to fall even lower. You were going to have to give him a confession at some point or another. He already knew you were guilty, what would be the harm in getting some fulfilment from it?  “But it’s ultimately not up to me. Just know that a confession will lighten the consequences.” You merely nodded, your eyes never straying from the hand that leisurely explored the stretch of your stomach, Colin’s body a warm presence behind you, his hands roving closer and closer to where you ached for him, the sweet scent of your arousal filling the room. His lithe fingers made quick work of the buttons holding your pants together, your head falling back against his chest as he pressed his body further against the back of your chair. He hummed lowly in approval as his fingers finally delved between your folds, gathering the wetness at your entrance and smearing it up to your clit. His fingers made tight, messy circles atop it as he spoke lowly in your ear: “Let’s try one last time. Where were you on the night of October 10th?” You took a sharp breath, Colin’s fingers straying from your sweet bundle of nerves to your opening, poised amongst the wetness gathered there as he awaited your answer. “At home.” You whispered weakly, trying to lift your hips in an effort of bribing the finger that languidly circled your entrance. His fingers stopped moving entirely, drawing away from your cunt and simply resting in your pants. You groaned at his blatant denial. “Okay. I left work early, around three, and went home to change -”  He plunged a single finger deep into you, coaxing a low groan from your throat. You turned your face into the warmth of his chest as he twisted that single finger inside of you, trying to organise your thoughts and remember your actions of that evening as he began to move his finger in and out. “I was only home for about half an hour.” You whispered into the awaiting silence of the room as he slowly eased a second finger into your cunt, starting to pump them in a steady rhythm, the tips of his fingers curling to hit the spot within you that seemed to send shock waves throughout your entire body with each stroke of his rough fingertips against it, coaxing more information from you, using your own pleasure as a bribe. "I drove to the property. There was no one there when I arrived so I waited.” You continued, voice accented with whiny need, the expert curling of Colin’s fingers within you as you opened up to him sending more wetness gathering around his long digits, a pleasant warm sensation spreading throughout your stomach. “Why?” His voice was low in your ear and your eyes fluttered closed as his ministrations caused more pleasure to grow within your gut. You let out a quiet moan as he inserted a third finger into you at your silence, wasting no time in establishing a steady fast pace, Colin fervent to pull the confession from you. “Oh, shit.” You moaned out as his fingers thrusted relentlessly inside of you, seeming to reach deeper than you even thought was possible, his desperation to draw the condemning evidence from you apparent. “Why?” He repeated, your confidence faltering as you realised that you had given him enough information and that now all he needed to hear was your reasoning to why.  “Why, y/n?” A drawn out groan floated from your parted lips, tugging your answer out behind it. “I was bored. I wanted people to see, I wanted them to talk about it.” The heat within the pit of your stomach was fuelled with each stroke of his fingers and soon your legs were trembling and your toes were curling. The small triumphant smile displayed upon Colin’s face was evident in his tone as he asked you one final question, whispered lowly into your ear: “So you burnt the building down?”   Lifting your hips up slightly, you gripped onto the arm snaked around you body with both hands, trying to urge his fingers to go harder, deeper as your pleasure built and built, each thrust of his fingers ripping away a layer of the ball of ecstasy glowing in your gut, the orgasm hidden at its centre your only goal. “Y/n.” Colin prompted quietly, your poorly suppressed groan almost drowning his voice out completely as your pleasure mounted, building quickly towards release. The groan turned from one of satisfaction to one of dismay as Colin suddenly withdrew his fingers from you entirely, your hips bucking up pathetically as he rested his hand within your pants. His message was clear: no confession, no orgasm. “Yes!” You squeaked, your fingers tightening their grip on his arm, willing his fingers to resume their skilful exploration of your cunt. “Yes. I burnt the building down.”  Colin plunged his fingers back into your awaiting entrance, victorious as you shrieked in alarm and pleasure, his digits filled you suddenly once more. “Cum, y/n.” Colin encouraged lowly when he felt you clenching around him and he leant down further, his teeth latching onto the soft shell of your ear and biting down sharply. The slight pain pushed you over the edge and you came undone in his arms, your back arching off the back of the chair, your head pressing further against the hard planes of his chest, your head lolling to the side as you came, the unfamiliar scent of the man filling your nose, serving as a reminder of who was granting you your blissful gratification. Colin’s tongue traced over the small hurt that he had inflicted with his teeth, his fingers stilling their relentless thrusting to move within you instead, curling at the perfect angle and coaxing every last drop of cum from you before pulling out entirely. Your thighs jerked and trembled, closing around his hand as you came down from your high with a gasp, regaining control of your body once more, your back collapsing back against the chair.  Withdrawing his hand from your pants, he stepped away from you, your laboured breaths filling the small room, your wetness glistening on Colin’s fingers beneath the harsh lighting as he pulled away, walking slowly back around the table and dropping into his own chair. Your swallow was audible as he pulled his papers closer to him, taking up a pen and beginning to scribble messily formed words onto the blank sheet. His dark eyes flicked up to meet yours, triumph glistening there. “You can go now.” He dismissed, his attention settling back on the paper he filled out. “Go sit back in the waiting room, I’ll send someone to talk you through what happens next.” You rose from your seat in silence, your wetness smearing onto your upper thighs as you moved, your legs weak. With one final glance at the detective, you turned on your heel, trying to gather back some of your dignity as you left the room, Colin’s focus remaining fixed to the paper before him as the door closed behind you. 

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