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[ramp-it-up]

Try a Little Tenderness

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.7 K

Summary: Steve can’t win you with presents. He’s got to try a little tenderness.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Pining, flirting, organized crime, implied ice skating, teasing, former jerky boyfiend, inexperienced reader, nipple play, oral (both receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, crying during sex, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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“Good morning, Steve!”

You were stocking onions, but you looked up and smiled as the tall blond entered the store, setting off the bell. He was well built and handsome and wearing a fine wool coat with a red scarf. It was a cool December, but New York had not yet had its first big snowfall.

“Mornin’, Ambrosia,” came his gruff response. 

You kind of liked his early morning voice. And the nickname. The first time he came in, he’d picked up an apple, already biting into it but also already paying. He handed you a twenty and said, “Mmmmm, Name?”, pointing to you with the apple. Flustered, you replied with the name of the apple instead of your name and the rest was history. 

This morning, Steve smiled at you and his blue eyes were sparkling. They always sparkled when he looked at you. He seemed very sweet.

“The usual.”

You laughed and went behind the counter to wash your hands.

“Of course, already had the fixin’s set up for you.”

You started the water for the espresso and got out the fresh everything bagels you’d put aside for him. Steve was one of your best customers, coming in every morning, and several evenings. He’d been coming in for about four months now.

Steve settled at the counter and watched you prepare his food. He looked at his watch: 7:42 am. He knew you'd been at work almost two hours now and that you were working very hard. One of your braids had come undone from your bun, and he wanted to put it back, but he didn’t touch you. You wore no makeup, yet your skin always glowed, and when you looked up at him, his heart nearly stopped. 

You were naturally beautiful. And your apron did not hide your curves. Or the fact that you were wearing the same pants that you’d worn three days ago. Steve figured that you didn’t have many clothes. He had the urge to take you shopping on Madison Avenue and let you go crazy. But somehow he knew you would never blow a load of cash on clothing. And that’s part of why he was so far gone on you.

He watched you battle your espresso machine with bemusement.

“Why haven’t you set up your new machine yet?”

You stopped and put your hands on your hips, looking so cute that Steve restrained himself from jumping over the counter.

“Is that from you?” You shook your head. “I suspected it.” 

Steve had unexpectedly given you many gifts, the espresso machine, a cash register. He’d even tried to have a new walk in cooler installed. You refused and sent back everything he’d sent. It wasn’t right. He barely knew you. 

You wondered what he did for a living, always dressed in the finest and able to afford multiple thousand dollar gifts. You figured that he was one of those Angel investors. Well, he wasn’t very good at being anonymous.

You watched as Steve gave you a lopsided grin, then leaned over the counter toward him. 

“Listen. Steve. Mr. Rogers.” 

You looked from his eyes, to his perfect lips, to his golden St. Christopher’s medal. He smelled so damn good. You bit your lip and Steve smiled, warmed by your proximity. This was his chance.

“Yeah, Ambrosia?”

“I’m not taking your gifts.”

You straightened up abruptly, handed him his drinks and finished his order. You gave him two folded newspapers.

“One Daily News for your friend and one News Day for you.” 

“Have you thought about it yet?”

You raised your eyebrow at him.

“About what?”

You thought he was finally going to ask you on a date. You knew the main reason he came in was to check you out. But you weren’t about to be bought.

“About the possibility of getting The Times in here? Alright, the Sunday Times at least.”

“Sorry Steve, it doesn’t sell. If it doesn’t sell, I don’t order. Can’t afford a non starter. But I do subscribe to the Sunday Times myself for the crossword. You can borrow mine any time.”

You winked at him. Something about Steve brought out your inner flirt.

Steve wanted to say something about sharing the Sunday Times in bed, but he thought better of it. Any other girl, and he would have been able to spit all kinds of game. But with you, he was tongue tied.

Steve sipped his coffee and shook his head as you gave him his bag.

“You are the most stubborn person I have ever met.”

You waved at him as he stood up.

“Have a great day!”

Steve chuckled at your dismissal as he walked out of the door. Bucky was waiting by the car. Steve handed him his cup and sandwich. 

“Send Sam to pick up the espresso machine.”

“Still a tough nut, eh?”

“Yeah. She’s still refusing gifts…”

Steve got in the passenger seat while Bucky sat behind the wheel.

“Instead of giving her all of this expensive shit, why don’t you just be nice to her?Ask her out ice skating or something.”

Steve scoffed. He didn’t know how to ask a girl out anymore. He felt like that scrawny kid running around with Bucky back in the day. Now, women were always clawing at each other to get to him. And they always wanted something. 

Steve didn’t respond to Bucky, just asked about his calendar.

“What’s on the agenda for today, Buck?”

“We gotta meet with the truckers today. They don’t want to bend to our terms.” Steve put on his sunglasses. 

“We know what to do to make ‘em bend, don't we Buck?”

“Sure do, buddy.” 

You were in your walk up apartment above the store halfway listening to the 10 o’clock news. They were doing a story about an explosion at the Eatern Tri-State Trucking hub in Bay Ridge as you put your body oil on after your shower. The reporter indicated that authorities thought that the Valkyrie crime organization was behind it. You were zoning out looking forward to the next day.

You were glad that Janie and Nate would be back at work tomorrow. Nate had just taken a week off, and Janie had recovered from the flu.  You were going to take the next afternoon off. You could have taken the entire day, but you wanted to open up for some reason.

Running an organic bodega in Brooklyn was a tough job, but the business was growing, but it was even tougher when your help was not there. You deserved a bit of a break.

The next morning, you were humming an Otis Redding song when Steve came in. You looked over your shoulder and caught him looking at your ass.

“Good morning, Mr. Rogers.”

“Mornin’ Ambrosia.”

“The usual?”

Steve wanted to say no, I want to ask you to marry me, but that might be a little too forward.

“Yeah.”

He sat down at the counter and noticed that you had on something brand new. When you turned around, he gestured to your outfit.

“What’s the occasion?”

You looked down and then grinned. 

“This outfit is my Christmas present to myself. I’m taking the afternoon off and I’m going into the city to go to the Central Public Library.”

Steve tried to respect your glee. But he had to do it.

“How thrilling.”

“You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch, “ you quipped.

Steve laughed at you. He thought about what Bucky said the day before.

“Grinch hunh. Well, would a Grinch offer to take you ice skating instead?”

You turned around and leaned on the counter. Steve leaned toward you.

“I don’t know. Are you offering, Mr. Grinch?”

You loved teasing him. Steve groaned.

“C’mon. I’m trying here. Ambrosia. Do you want to go ice skating with me in the city this afternoon? And to dinner afterward.”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Steve was very close to you now, staring at your lips.

“Yes.”

You stood up and put your hands on your hips.

“It’s about time. Sure!”

Steve laughed at how easy it was. You shoved his order into his hands.

“Pick me up at 1.”

Steve was grinning like an idiot out at the car, and didn't know how he got there.

“So you finally asked her out, hunh?”

Steve snapped out of it as he got in the passenger seat.

“Move the talks up to 10. I’m taking the afternoon off.”

“Rumlow is stalling. I can handle it this evening.”

“You sure?”

Bucky looked at his best friend.

“Sure as shootin’.”

You and Steve had a great afternoon, and Steve thought that ice skating was genius. He had to thank Bucky. You had to hold hands to stay steady, and when he pulled you in close, you didn’t pull back so you could stay warm. He didn’t know that you were thinking the same things.

Steve got to treat you to Via Carota and you two walked right in. The food was great, the wine was amazing, and you even stole a kiss in your corner booth. The night was perfect.

He drove you back to your place and you sat in the car for a minute. He’d been a perfect gentleman, and you were the one to make the first move with the kiss. You looked at him quizzicaly.

“Can I ask you something, Steve?”

“Yes, Ambrosia, anything.”

“After today, this afternoon and tonight. Do you still like me?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course. Why do you ask?”

You looked down. 

“Well, you’ve been such a gentleman. I see how you look at me, all hungry all the time. And the gifts. I don’t know. I just thought you’d be. You know. More…”

“Aggressive?” Steve responded.

“Well. yeah. I just thought.”

You looked back up and saw that Steve’s eyes had darkened.

“I am not a gentle man in my everyday life, Ambrosia. And I know that I can come on strong. But you make me want to be tender with you. I want to cherish you.”

“Oh.”

And Steve pulled you in for a sweet, but sexy kiss.

“So, yes, I still like you. And I have very aggressive thoughts about you. Want to ruin you in fact. But I want to do it carefully. Make you feel it. And make you glad you did.”

“Oh. No one has ever…damn, Steve.”

He recognized that you had been hurt.

“Here’s an aggressive question. What kind of an asshole would make you feel that way about yourself? His name is all I need.”

You laughed.

“Do you want to come up for the answer?” You cocked your head at him as he chuckled and nodded.

“Yes.”

When you got up to your place, you were settled with a glass of wine on your couch.

“I’m not going to give you his name, but I will tell you that we were together for a few months, and we only did it a few times. He’s the only one I’ve ever been with.”

The way you looked as him made Steve’s heart soft, but other things hard.

“It…It didn’t feel good. He said I was frigid and too small. I… I went to the doctor and everything. She said I was fine physically. So I figured it must have been in my mind and I haven’t been able to get out of my head after that. He broke it off and then I just decided to focus on work.”

You peered at Steve to see his reaction.

Steve’s eyes flashed with anger, then cooled.

“That joker is a fucking idiot.” 

His eyes traced your body.

“He didn’t know what to do with all this?”

Steve reached for you and kissed you, this time with undeniable passion. You broke away and stood up, offering him your hand.

“Show me, Steve.”

He stood up and followed you to your bedroom.

You stood at the foot of the bed and reached up to kiss Steve, and he picked you up and sat down, sitting you down with both of your legs over his. You made out like this, Steve’s hands still in neutral places until you whined and scooted closer to him.

Then, he went under your sweater, finding your nipple in your bra and brushing it with his thumb. He was exhibiting intense will power, but he couldn’t hold it all back as you responded to his passionate kisses.

Steve lifted your sweater off and your tank top, which was underneath, with it. Your bra contained your breasts, but your nipples were erect and straining against the material. He brought your body towards his for a kiss, his thick fingers pressing and playing with your sensitive buttons. He had you squirming on his lap as he reached around and expertly unfastened your bra.

He looked down at you and then back up, eyes hungry. You’d been yearning for that look.

“I’m gonna cherish this moment, get you ready for me, Baby. You’re gonna feel so good.”

He was weighing and kneading your breast and tenderly flicking your nipple, then he leaned down and kissed you, moving down your neck and collarbone, descending your chest and kissing all around your areolas, teasing your stiff nipples.

He had you moaning and writhing, wanting some friction for your cunt.

“Patience, Baby. You’re gonna get everything you deserve. Including this.”

Steve moved your hand to the hard member in his pants, which you tried to grip in vain through his slacks. You whimpered in frustration.

“I know. I know. I want to do so many things with you.” 

Steve’s fingers were in your leggings, through our panties and tracing your wet pussy lips gently as he finally started sucking your nipples. You pulled his hair wantonly as he teased you.

“Mmmmm. Who’s got you all wet, Ambrosia?” he asked, as he pulled his fingers out and put them in his mouth.

“Y-you, Steve… unhhhhh.”

The sight of him relishing your taste made you even wetter. And he found out, because his hand was right back down your pants. 

His lips were at your ear and he was breathing hard.

“Can I…”

His thick finger parted your lips and the rough pads of two fingers slid over your clit into your wetness. You arched your back in anticipation.

“...Can I eat you out, my sweet Ambrosia?”

His voice and the request sent you on a tailspin. You nodded vigorously as Steve pulled his hand out to your whine of desperation at the loss of contact.

You quickly stood up as Steve captured your hips to stand still in front of him. His eyes raked up and down your form as he took hold of the waistband of your pants, and slowly pulled them and your panties down your legs. You stepped out of them and Steve’s hands ran back up your form as you looked down at him. He grabbed the backs of your thighs as he pulled you near him.

Steve put one knee over his shoulder and stared at your most intimate part. 

“She’s a sweet little flower. So pretty and tight.”

His fingers were parting your folds so he could see even more.

“But she will be ready for my thick cock, I know she will, Ambrosia.”

He pulled you forward and held you up as he licked through you, almost causing a near stroke as far as you could tell. 

“Mmmmmm,” Steve’s eyes rolled back into his head.  “You are so sweet. I could eat you all night.”

You almost cried as he dove back in, grabbing his hair for purchase. He grabbed your bottom and stood to place you on the bed. He kneeled on the floor and held you down and open with his huge hands.

Steve started his feast, gently licking at first, then made you build to a crescendo as he started tongue fucking you. He made sure to stimulate your nipples, and when he felt your hard little nub vibrate, he sucked your clit hard as you came.

“Was that good?”

“Oh my stars, that was good.”

You both laughed.

“You’re so fucking cute, Ambrosia, but there’s levels to this.”

You sat up and watched as  he took off his shirt. You were sure that your eyes were sparkling now.

“It’s just going to get better and better.”

He was just clad in his black boxer briefs, a huge bulge leading the charge. He reached in and you were certain that he was going to pull out an entire pack of socks, but instead, he showed you the largest, thickest dick you’d ever seen. Your eyes were like saucers. You were a little afraid, but your legs fell open out of reflex. 

“See what you do to me?”

You bit your lip and nodded, reaching out and touching it tentatively.

“I’ve never seen one that big.”

You looked up at him and his heart melted simultaneously as his cock jumped. Your trembling fingers around him made him almost bathe your hand in his spend.

“Oh, Baby.. So sweet.”

“You are too, Steve. I want to taste you.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and Steve groaned, trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Christ… I’m…I…. Whatever you want, Baby.”

You stared at his cock for what seemed like forever. Then, you tentatively reached out and kitten licked his tip, causing him to groan as he palmed the back of your head.

“You’re killing me here, Ambrosia.”

“Hmmm.” You smiled. “Lay down for me, Steve.”

He did as he was told and put his arm behind his head to watch you. The way his muscles bulged inspired you anew. He reached down and roamed his fingers over your body as you hovered over him. You stroked him a couple of times and then played with his balls, Steve putty in your hands.

“B-babyyyy.”

You smiled in triumph that you had him whining as you spread your lips over the thick mushroom cap and sucked it into your mouth vigorously, causing him to moan and buck his hips up. You took the cue and drew him into your mouth, making him hit the back of your throat and gag.

“Holyyyyyy sssssshit. Stop. StopStopStopStop.”

Steve pulled you off his dick, which made you release him with a plop. He sat up and stared at you, disbelief in his eyes. 

“Did I do it wrong?”

“Did you do it wrong. Fuck, you almost made me…. C’mere.”

You giggled as you ended up with your back on the bed again, Steve eating you out, this time one finger inside you as you came. You were in shambles as he looked up at you and inserted another finger inside as his opposite thumb stroked your still-quivering clit.

“Gotta get you up to three. Hold on.”

You did, and when he crooked his fingers this time, you let out a wail that caused dogs to bark down the street.

After your fourth orgasm, Steve looked up, smiling ear to ear.

“Still want this dick?”

You scowled at him.

“If you don’t…”

He laughed as he kneeled between your legs, stroking the magnificent beast. You opened your legs even wider and stared down at it.

“No. look at me, look at me. You’re ready. I got you Baby.”

Steve supported himself with one arm as he got nearer to you and started swiping his head between your folds. You keened as he entered you.

“Ow. Steveeeee.”

Your face looked so adorable as you struggled to take him.

“Holy shit, you’re, fuck you’re so….”

Steve kissed you through your moan of shock and pleasure as he slid all the way home. You gripped his bicep, your fingernails leaving marks. Steve pecked your lips as you pounded together, waiting for you to get used to him.

“You ok? You good?”

Steve checked to make sure you were okay. You nodded at him with tears in your eyes.

“I- I- think it feels good. You’re so big, Steveee. But.. but I like it….”

You started moving, a little at first, and then more wantonly. Steve looked down to where you were impaled upon his dick.

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. Just so.. Fucking… tiny…. But made for me…Shit.”

You felt Steve’s cock jumping inside you when he said those words, and you clasped your hands behind his back and uttered, “More!”

And that’s when you began to get fucked. Tenderly yet filthily. It was the best Steve had ever had, trying to be gentle and knowing that he wanted to put the bed under the ground. It was such a turn on. The ragged moans that you gave him with each stroke was a gift from god, and he started cumming before he could think.

“Shit! I didn’t use a condom…Fuck. But why does that just motivate me to keep going?” 

Steve laughed into your ear as he kept stroking for dear life. He was usually so careful, knowing that most women wanted his kid. But with you he didn’t care. You wrapped your legs around him, taking the pounding he was giving you now.

“Hmmmmmm. You want me to put a baby inside you? Pump you so full of cum that you get all round and full with my seed?”

“Hnnnnghhh. Steve… I…”

“Tell me. Do you want it? You want me to get you pregnant?”

“Ohhhh shitttttttt! Steeeveeeeee!”

You detonated around him and Steve cursed, finally pulling out and jacking hard onto your stomach as three fingers on the other hand continued to fuck you through your orgasm. His pearly spend looked beautiful on your skin.

“So gorgeous. There’s time for that yet, but we gotta get you to a doctor, because I don’t want to do this too many more times. And fucking you with condoms is no longer an option.”

You were fucked out, absentmindedly playing in his cum, causing him to spurt one last rope onto your fingers. When you brought them to your mouth was when he shivered. He collapsed beside you.

“I can’t even explain how good that was.”

You just smiled at him, lips shiny with gloss that he made.

“You are an angel. A Christmas angel.”

Steve sighed as you smiled at him. He got up and went to your bathroom to clean up and get a warm towel.

“I’m hungry.”

“Anything you want, Babe. I’ll get it for you.”

You grabbed the remote and  turned on the tv, catching the tail end of the news.

“Shootout in DUMBO tonight between the Rumlow and Valkyrie crime organizations. Several high-ranking officers dead or injured, including Brock Rumlow and James Bucky Barnes. More news when we have it.”

“Steve? Bucky? What’s going on? Valkyrie?”

Steve was up and grabbing for his clothes, an inscrutable look on his face.

“I didn’t want you to find out like this, but I gotta go.” 

He gave you a quick kiss. 

“Don’t leave. Sam will come back with some food for you and he will stay with you. Don’t open the store tomorrow.”

“But Steve!”

“No buts! I will call.”

And then Steve disappeared into the night, leaving you with so many questions.

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Hi!!! I really love your writing 🥺 Idk how this works so Idk if my request is alright so If it's ok for you to write it, I got this idea about Spencer turning into a player/manwhore after maeve died so he's not into y/n in the beginning but the others always joke about how she's totally in love with him and he doesn't believe until he starts to notice little things she does for him(like getting him coffee every morning, remembering everything he says) so he start to fall for her. Genre: smut with soft!Dom Spencer, dirty talk, degradation(please no daddy kink) (Sorry if it's to long, I read it's best for you if we give as much detail as possible so that's that) I'm going to identify myself with this emoji 🥺 when I read the fic or in my next requests, hope I gave you something to write with.

A/N: Thank you for the request and omg this plot has given me brain rot since you sent it in 💀 I accidentally made this a little angst-heavy for the first half but there's a very "happy ending" if you catch my drift. I hope you love it! ❤️

Summary: Spencer Reid's heart is broken. But in healing himself in the arms of countless woman, he doesn't realise he's breaking yours.

Word count: 4.6k

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, angst, oral (F receiving), fingering, P in V penetration, dirty talk, degradation of you squint a little, soft!Dom Spencer is incredibly soft.

My masterlist with all my other works is here, and my requests are open!

It had taken four whole months before someone on the team had confronted Spencer about his grief, his lack of sleep, his overall dreariness, and they were almost shocked that it wasn’t you that did it. When Rossi had walked up to him, offering a story about his Uncle Sal in an attempt to get him to open up, or at least seek help, the others were on the other side of the glass, shooting looks over at you, quietly enquiring with their eyes about why it hadn’’t been you to offer him that out.

But you had, you’d been trying. You’d been following him around, taking him food every couple days to make sure he was eating, sticking around to make sure that he wasn’t lonely. You’d even cleaned up after him on the particularly hard days, where he didn’t want to move from his bed and couldn’t bring himself to go outside if there was no work, no one else to save. But you couldn’t offer him more, because he already had all of you.

You’d first realised that you were in love with Spencer Reid a few months after you’d joined the team. You’d been bought on as a fresh set of eyes on a case that had a lot more to do with you then the rest of the team had been led to believe.

Your high school boyfriend had been the victim of a notorious highway murderer, and you yourself had been kidnapped by the unsub, put in hell for the following three days and escaped with your life only because of an earlier BAU team, including agents Hotchner and Rossi. When bodies had started turning up on the same stretch of highway, you needed to be involved or you’d never prove to yourself that you could do what they did to save you. That you’d be able to put your feelings aside and catch monsters.

You’d found the man responsible of course, and in restraining yourself from putting a bullet in his brain, you’d found yourself a place on the team, and some peace for a time. And then Spencer happened.

You really should have known. You were always fond of the nerdy type, of men who had such deep interests that they forgot to pay attention to social queues, who had too many cute habits (like purposefully mismatching socks) that you couldn’t help but find endearing. You’d grown close quickly, with the man grateful that there was finally someone to listen to him ramble and not judge him, and you grateful that he also held himself back enough, listened closely and well to remember so many details about your conversations. You knew an eidetic memory helped, but it was the care in the small actions, like buying you the beanie baby you lost as a child but still mourned, that you’d mentioned in conversation a grand total of one time, that really solidly made you realise. You were in love with him and had dug yourself a hole that you weren’t going to be able to climb out of anytime soon.

You’d almost told him once. Convinced that if you just explained your feelings, he’d suddenly feel the same or realise that he felt the same way, too. You’d opened your mouth to let the words run freely, but he beat you to it.

“I’ve met someone, and she’s totally brilliant and I think I might love her, and that must be an insane thing to say considering I’ve never even seen her face.” You’d willed the broken pieces of your heart together as you forced a smile on your face, ready to listen to the man who owned your heart smile for another, live for another, breath for another.

When Maeve had ultimately passed away, you knew that you’d never be able to say those words to him. You weren’t going to be the replacement for a dead woman, and you weren’t going to push those feelings on him when he was grieving. But you loved him and he needed you, so you stayed.

On the nights where he was so angry with the world that his words were biting, on the days where he said almost nothing so trapped inside his brain, in the hours between dusk and dawn where there was no rest for him, wiping away the tears that fell silently and just being as near to him as he needed.

You had some experience in broken hearts, anyways. You might as well put it to good use.

–X–

It had taken five whole months since Maeve’s death for the team to realise that Spencer was changing. He was still the same person intrinsically, ready to spring into a conversation about absolutely anything and everything that interested him at the drop of a hat, still debating with Penelope about which of them was smarter, still being teased in that playful way by Morgan. But there was a confidence to him now that was almost dangerous in the fact that it was uncharted territory for him.

You’d noticed it first on one of your regular coffee runs. The two of your were so serious about your coffee tasting like anything but actual coffee that you’d bonded over the need for a sweet treat, and had been going for coffee before all of your office shifts almost since you’d started. You were glad to have him finally back by your side, making stupid jokes about how many philosophers it would take to change a lightbulb, and actually smiling and laughing with you that you almost didn’t notice anything amiss.

But when the barista who took his order carefully slipped him her number - something she’d been doing for the whole six months you’d been frequenting that cafe - for once, he hadn’t thrown it away. He’d taken a lingering look at the digits inked neatly into the napkin and quietly slipped it into his pocket. You were confused to say the least, but since that night of your almost confession, there had been a boundary between you two in that sense.

It was almost as if, if you didn’t ask questions about Spencer’s love life, it was like he wasn’t out there, being in love. With Maeve it had worked fine because he’d never met her, and honestly, until you’d started trying to save her he hadn’t brought her up a lot. But now, you were too afraid to break your own heart again to check up on him, deciding to let it go for your own well-being.

The others had noticed soon enough. Comments about a pep in his step, his flirtacious manner with some of the female witnesses. He’d gained a few claps on the back from Morgan after closed off conversations that you had decided you were thankful not to have heard.

Because if you never saw or heard what Reid was doing, and apparently doing with multiple women, multiple times a week, then it couldn’t hurt you anymore than you were already hurting now.

–X–

It took seven months from Maeve’s death to realise that you were only fooling yourself this entire time.

Despite his new-found release, the therapy he’d found in the beds of women whose names he never learnt, there was one thing that you could still rely on with Reid, and that was your Friday night Star Trek watch-along.

You’d mentioned once a few weeks into your job that you’d never seen it before, and he’d had this absolutely starry-eyed look on his face in bewilderment, that when he’d half-heartedly suggested you watch it together, you’d leapt at the chance. Since there was so much of it, here you were over a year later, still keeping to that Friday night ritual. You’d watched it together in motels in the middle of nowhere, you’d watched it together over the Christmas holidays, you’d watched it together in the days directly after Maeve’s death, and tonight was supposed to be no different.

You pulled up to his apartment and knocked on the door, and when you couldn’t immediately hear him shout to “come in” from his kitchen as he was preparing the popcorn, you knew that something was wrong. His door was always unlocked, and he laughed at your habit of knocking on the door, insisting that you could just walk in anytime you needed.

Now that you needed to, your hand seemed heavier than ever. You gripped the cold metal of the handle, knowing exactly what you would find on the other side of the door, but still wanting to live in the clear denial of it. You prayed it was something else keeping him distracted.

You let yourself in and were welcomed with the sight that shattered your heart for the final time. There were clothes scattered across the floor, male and female. Shoes discarded in the heat of the moment. You didn’t want your eyes to follow, but your feet weren’t listening as they walked you to the bedroom door, thrust wide open, and you saw him there finally.

“Shit, Y/N, what are you doing here?” he scrambled to pull his clothes back on, to cover whatever woman it was underneath him that day, to make sure you didn’t see anymore of the image that would be burned into the back of your brain for the rest of your life.

You couldn’t say anything. You knew that he had been doing this, doing it to cope, doing it to move on, doing it to feel a sense of intimacy after he didn’t get that with Maeve. But here was the irrefutable proof that he’d never even looked at you with an ounce of the feeling you had for him. You held up the bag of snacks you usually bought to your Trek marathons as a response, the tears filling up your eyes rendering you mute as you finally tore yourself out of the room.

“Oh god, it’s Friday. I didn’t realise…. I’m sorry, can we do a raincheck, Y/N?” He guided you further out of the room, placing a hand to the small of your back to help move you along. Something in you snapped then and you recoiled from his touch, whipping your head up to him and just staring at him with all the defiance you could muster. He had broken your heart, you weren’t going to let him dismiss you that quickly.

“Y/N, why are you crying? What’s wrong, what happened? Tell me and I’ll do everything I can to fix it.” He finished his words, and made to wipe the tears from your face, but you slapped his hands away from you before he could make contact.

“Don’t… just don’t touch me, Spencer.” Those were the only words you could offer in explanation before you turned on your heel and ran straight out of his apartment for the last time.

–X–

It took one month from you storming out of his apartment for Spencer to realise that he hadn’t dreamt of Maeve in the same amount of time. Where his dreams had been full of her asking him to dance, they were now full of you recoiling from his touch, refusing to speak to him outside of your professional work, withdrawing into yourself and crying. The worst ones were the ones where you were crying because he tried desperately to hold you, to wipe the kisses away, but everytime he tried you moved further and further from his reach.

It had been a month of you ignoring him, and he still didn’t know what went wrong. Yes, you’d caught him in bed with a girl, but you knew he was doing that. You’d known from the start, and he’d known that you’d known, so surely it wasn't just that.

Morgan wasn’t helping him on that front either. He’d explained the awkward run-in in his apartment, desperate for some answers and received some pretty curt replies.

“Pretty boy, if you don’t realise what you did wrong, then there’s nothing I’m going to do to help you. You’re on your own until then.” He’d refused to talk about it anymore.

He’d thought a few times about talking to the girls on the team, but you’d been partnered with JJ for the last month on cases to avoid him, and there was a bond there between the two of you that he didn’t want to overstep.

It was in this confusion that Rossi found him again, taking pity on the boy wandering around like a lost puppy in the absence of your friendship.

“Kid, what is up with you again recently?”

“Y/N has been avoiding me, and I don’t know why. Derek said it was my fault because she… well she walked in on something that I’d rather she hadn’t, you know, and I don’t know why she still won’t talk to me because it’s been a month.” He rambled out, thankful that someone was finally hearing him out.

“If I’m understanding your insinuation here, I think I know what the problem is.” Rossi sat back, choosing his words carefully, so as not to startle the younger man. But he was so worked up all over you, missing your voice, your touch, your company, and just wanting you back in whatever way he could get you that he jumped at the very suggestion of answers.

“Then please, tell me, I’m begging you. I’ve been tearing my hair out trying to figure out what it is and I just miss her so much that it hurts.”

“Spencer, you know I usually don’t get involved in the personal lives of my coworkers, but just listen to me now, nice and calmly - and dont try to interrupt me or say a word. I know what I’m talking about, okay?” He gave a quick nod of his head, waiting with baited breath for Rossi to continue.

“The girl is in love with you. Head over heels, in fact, and has been for quite some time. And she was holding it together real nice until you decided to become this casanova and now she is heartbroken,” Spencer looked like he was about to interrupt, to spew out that that couldn’t possibly be the case, but Rossi silenced him with a look. “If you don’t believe me, you use that memory of yours and you do what you do best. Think about it.”

–X–

For the next three months, that was all Spencer did. He thought about every interaction you’d ever had. The blush on your cheeks when he’d introduced himself for the first time (and refused to shake your hand). The countless nights spent curled up on opposite sides of his couch, laughing and crying together at silly sci-fi shows. The way you’d thrown yourself into his arms after a particularly gruelling case, buried your head in his chest instead of anyone else's. The day you’d finally confessed your past to him, how he’d felt your heart beating as he held a finger to your pulse, hand gently holding yours waiting for you to finish describing the time you’d stared death in the face.

You’d noticed the change, but you wouldn’t let yourself acknowledge it fully. Noticed how he’d shoot you lingering glances from across the room, how he’d look like he had something to say when you announced you were leaving for the night. How he’d ask everyone together what their friday night plans were just to hear you admit that you were going home alone in the company of the rest of the team.

You’d noticed, and god had it given you a spark of hope that you wished would die quickly. You’d noticed, and so you weren’t as surprised when he turned up on your doorstep four months after you’d last talked to him, on another friday evening.

“What are you doing here?” you greeted him, the words coming out colder than you wanted them to seem, inwardly cursing yourself for letting your emotions get the better of you.

“Don’t make me leave, please, I just have something to ask and I’ll leave you alone.”

“Spencer, it’s been a long day, and I just want to go to bed so-”

“Do you still love me?” His words cut you off and your heart all but stopped. Your tongue grew heavy, and the inside of your mouth tasted acidic, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to fully stomach whatever conversation was coming.

“Excuse me?” you spluttered out eventually.

“Three months ago, Rossi said that you were in love with me, and I need to know that if that was the case, are you still in love with me now?” You expected some cold curious look to be gracing his face, but you looked up to see his eyes perfectly trained on your own, his mouth set in a line, a look of stony determination set on his face.

“If I say yes, what difference does that make?” you tried not to spit out the words, but you had no control over the venom in your heart.

“If you say yes, then I am going to kiss you, and then I am going to spend every last day I have on the planet making up for being an idiot for the last two years.” Your breath caught in your throat, and, not for the first time in front of Spencer Reid, you were stunned into silence.

“So, what is your answer?” He looked down at you again, and you started to see the cracks in his stony facade, started to see through to the man who desperately wanted you to say yes, to scream it at him.

The word hadn’t even fully formed on your tongue before he was crashing down into you, his mouth pleading for forgiveness and wrapping you up in him. He grabbed you and pulled you back into your apartment, whispering into each of your kisses.

“I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” The two of you stumbled into the space, but he never moved his hands from the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks gently as his lips brushed against yours again and again.

Your legs gave way beneath you by the time you’d reached the open space of your living room, but instead of catching you, he fell to his knees with you, content for the two of you to just sit there together in each other's embrace.

“You’ve loved me this entire time, and I was too stupid to realise that you’re everything I need.” He kissed your mouth, your jaw, your neck, moving his hands from your face to your waist, pulling you in deep again as you desperately pulled away in search of breath. That only toppled you further to the ground, and he came down on top of you again as well, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head so you didn’t hurt yourself.

And you kissed him back just as fervently when your breath returned, listening to every apology and forgiving him with every touch. His kisses said “I’m sorry,” and yours said “I know,” and that was all the communication you needed for now.

He pulled your shirt over your head eventually, and your skin met the cold tile of the floor, a shiver running up your spine causing you to buck your hips up into his. He hissed at the contact and pushed his bodyweight down further into yours, his legs slotting perfectly between your splayed ones now.

“It took me too long to realise, and it has taken me too long to act on the knowledge, but I am not going to let you go again, do you understand?” he pushed his lips into yours again before you could respond, and you clawed into his shoulders as he started grinding down into your body. His hand trailed up your waist to your breasts, pulling them free from the constraints of your bra, as he let his tongue slide down from your neck to your chest.

“I need to hear you say it baby, need you to say you understand, can you do that for me?” Your body burned under his attention, back arching desperately for more contact as his tongue swirled your nipple into his mouth, gasping breaths loud enough to fill the empty air of your apartment. His stiff cock was firmly pressing against your core now, barely clothed in the pajamas you’d pulled on before his arrival.

“Spencer, yes, I need you, I need you right now, please,” grabbed at either side of his face and pulled him back up so he was face to face with you. You initiated the kiss this time, and you could feel your heart soar at the tender kiss he met you with, thankful for the reciprocation.

“Not yet, baby, not yet, okay?” he whispered in your ear, trailing his hands down to your centre and slipping his hand under your clothes. “So fucking wet for me, baby. Just for me, right, baby?” His fingers found your clit, and he started rolling it between his fingers. He worked slowly enough to drive you insane, but giving you just enough relief that you couldn’t complain.

“Yes, Spencer, yes, yes it’s all for you. Only for you,” you managed to gasp out. He shifted his hand after a few minutes, still pressing love bites down your chest, claiming you as his in the most animalistic way possible. He spread the wetness that pooled at your core around, making sure that his fingers were coated in you before pushing a single digit into your aching hole, thumb continuing to draw circles around your bundle of nerves.

“That’s my little slut, so desperate for me, so needy for me.” His words shot through you, and you started thrusting your hips up desperate for more friction with his hand. He roughly pushed you back down, pinning you under him with his free hand.

“No, baby, I’m in charge here. You sit back and relax and let me make you feel good,okay?” His words soothed you, the growing heat in the pit of your stomach fizzing in anticipation. His kisses dropped lower and lower, until he was finally pulling off your remaining clothing and replacing his thumb with his lips.

“Fuck Spencer, if you keep doing that, I’m going to-” another sharp intake as he pumped a second finger in and out of you.

“Going to what, baby? Use your words?”

“I’m going to cum, Spencer please, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.,,” you rode out your high with his face stuffed between your legs still, swallowing your loud moans for fear of the entire neighbourhood knowing just how obsessed you were with this man.

“You did so good for me, baby, so good. I love you so much, okay? I’m going to take care of you from now on, okay?” He began pressing kisses to your mouth again, and you could taste yourself against him now.

“I need you so badly, baby, are you going to let me have you?” He started pulling off his own clothing now, removing his shirt and tie, but never once leaving your embrace for too long.

“I love you so much, baby. I’m sorry for not realising before, but I realise now. I was so terrible to you after Maeve, and god, even before she died I was using you as a therapist to talk through my thoughts and fears, but I was too dense to even realise that I was only in love with Maeve because she was safe. I couldn’t meet her, couldn’t touch her, didn’t have the chance to ruin anything I had with her. I couldn't realise that she wasn’t you, that she wasn’t going to feel like you do in my arms. And maybe some part of me loved her, but we were using each other, and I was using her to avoid confronting how I felt about you.”

“And how I feel for you is different. I am obsessed with you, Y/N. I am so madly in love with you that the last four months have felt like hell. I could have emptied myself of all the blood in my body and still my heart would be beating for you. Do you understand?”

You answered in a chaste kiss on his lips, sweet and quick, but as much as you could muster without driving yourself to the brink of insanity getting yourself high on his touch.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want now, okay?” He’d unbuttoned his pants shortly after that and you stared transfixed at the head of his cock poking up and out of them, desperate to see it, touch it, taste it.

“I need you inside of me, Spence, please,” you cried out, tears welling in your eyes at the tender contact, the confession. All the emotions you’d been burying for the last four months bubbling to the surface, dancing around your head as he made you dizzy with desire.

“You’re so perfect, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” with the last of his clothing removed he was finally free, taking his heavy,aching cock in his hand and lining himself up with you. With a single thrust, and another confession of love, he gave you what you wanted so much.

“You wanted me like this, baby? So desperate to have my cock inside you?” he plagued you with questions as you adjusted to his size, watching your face for any discomfort as you mumbled out yes after yes.

“Me too, baby. I wanted you just like this, wanted you so desperate and dripping for me that I could slide right in, wanted you like this for me and only me.” He began thrusting then, slowly pumping his cock into you, heavy with each return, the sound of skin slapping against skin joining the ensemble of your moans.

“I love you,” he said again, and with each thrust of his hips, and you responded in kind, matching his thrusts with your own and pressing a kiss into the skin of his shoulders. You were so desperate and needy, so starved of touch and starved of one another that neither of you lasted long. Your bodies were so in sync that as soon as he’d pushed you over the edge for a second time, you could feel him spill himself inside you, filling you completely.

He rolled off you, but didn’t leave you there, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom. He cleaned you up as much as possible, then folded you back into his arms, holding you again so tenderly that you let the tears flow down your cheeks for a final time.

It was Friday night, and he was here, and he loved you. You weren’t going to let him go again.

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[thisfanisgonesorry]

please make a part2 to ironhead where he actually ties up a vibrator to her…….pretty please….

thank you for the req cutie pie!! i have another hobie fic coming out in a few days and then probs going to a diff fandom until i get possessed again (aka ill get halfway through my carlos drabble and then ill end up coming up w/ another hobie fic)

tags: overstim YEAHH, touch denial, bondage, shibari but less than before, dom/sub, i mean v heavy dom/sub. cums in pants.

my beta reader thinks i lace these fics with crack

pt 1 >> IRONHEAD listening to let me hear you scream - ozzy osbourne

✰ “Y’re doing great, love.” He purred me through my orgasm. 

I kept my eyes harshly closed, wrists tied above my head and legs tied together with a magic wand held nicely in place by firm ropes. I writhed helplessly against the restraints, the sensitivity getting worse with each moment.

“Calm down, baby.” He whispered, pressing his large hand on my stomach to push me against the mattress in hopes to ease the movement.

“Hobie, please.” I cried.

“Tell me that wit’ y’r eyes open.”

I opened my eyes lazily, trying desperately to look up at him. He was knelt next to me with wide legs, hovering over me. All I could focus on was his aching cock, stuck in the confines of his tight jeans. He was so hard that a wet patch was forming through the fabric, yet he was in complete control.

I let out a pathetic whine at the sight, knowing there was nothing more appealing to my lust-addled mind than to touch him and get him off.

“Love.. Are you cryin’?” He cooed softly.

“It’s too much.” I pleaded with him.

“Y’re only 5 in.”

A choked cry clawed its way from my throat at his words. The stickiness on my body was driving me crazy, covered in sweat, spiderwebs and cum; the view to him was nothing short of immaculate but he simply sat there like the world’s most self controlled man.

“Let me touch you.” I whined. “Please, Hobie.”

“No.”

“Please! You’re so hard, ‘s cryin’ for me, wants me so bad.” I sobbed. “Gonna twitch under my fingers.. Twitch on my tongue, gonna—”

“You’re riling yourself up.”

“Hobes, ‘m gonna cum, please, please, please.” I helplessly begged.

He took in a sharp inhale, steadying his breathing as he watched carefully, running his hand up and down my thigh. “Go on, love. Make it real pretty. Let m’hear you.” He spoke, attempting to speak clearly to show just how restrained he was.

I let out an incoherent mess of cries and begs, cumming all over the wand and squirming against the restraints again. His other hand began to brush my sweaty hair out of my face, watching the way his torture made me unwind.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell.” He gritted his teeth, trying to contain a groan.

“Mhmphf— Hobie.” I whimpered, the orgasm dying down and the burning overstimulation returning.

I used all the strength in my body to stop squirming enough to push myself onto my side, pressing my face into his strong thigh, the position was uncomfortable due to my wrists being tied to the headboard but it was the price to pay to feel him against my skin.

“Darlin’..” He laughed nervously.

“I need it.” I moaned, looking up at him through hazed, cock-drunk eyes. I nuzzled my face pathetically against his jeans. “Need you, need you so, so, so bad.” I rambled.

“You have me.” He answered, his voice shaking slightly.

A loud moan, followed by a loud ‘ah, fuck’ filled the air. I brought my knees to my chest as comfortably as I could with my legs tied together. Small whines, gasps and pants filled the air as I desperately tried to get closer to the handsome man watching every move I made.

“Y’re so desperate, ain’t ya?” He teased lightly, keeping his hands to himself, knowing otherwise he would probably break his iron will.

“Please.” I sobbed, 6 orgasms in and completely ruined beyond belief.

The squirming, thrashing, writhing, tugging, awkward angle and general length of the entire evening meant all 3 of us were worn down. The third, loud as day, snapped. Hobie perked up when he heard the sound of the webbing breaking, freeing my wrists from its hold. He was kind of impressed briefly; my hands quickly wrapped around his waist in a hug, pulling him closer to me.

“I should punish y’for that.” He spoke softly, stroking my sweaty hair once again. Though the fact I simply pulled him into a hug instead of going for his hardness was what convinced him otherwise.

I shook my head to say ‘nuh-uh’ as I pressed open mouth kisses on his jeans. “Close again.” I warned. “So close. I can’t—”

“Y’can do it, love.” He spoke sweetly, his hand gripping the back of my thigh to keep me in place as his other left my face to harshly grip the bed sheets. He leaned back slightly for a better view and that’s when he wrecked himself.

My hips jerked and spasmed, simultaneously grinding into and away from the vibrator. My breathing was racing and the sounds eliciting from my body only raised more and more in volume.

“Right there..” I pleaded.

“Let me hear you scream.” He groaned.

There was not much else I could do but abide by his request, though in the mindless state (despite the fact it was quite intentional), I reached to palm him through his jeans, crying his name out in several moans. 

I could feel him switch under me as the sounds left my throat and hung heavy in the air. His hips jerked to the movement before he grabbed my hand harshly.

“Don’t..” He whispered, halting the movements though the pressure of it pressed against his dick was still enough.

“Please.. Need you.” I tried to whisper back, though it definitely didn’t come out like that. I continued pressing open mouth kisses on his jeans and trying to move my hand from under his. 

He furrowed his eyebrows, breathing heavily and trying to gauge what the correct thing to do was as my hips continued to stutter against the wand, he kept a keen eye on me, his grip letting up just enough that I could stroke him at the speed he chose, limiting the movements.

“Y’re filthy.” He groaned, watching me lick a stripe up the fabric. His hips jerked at the sight and his composure was falling slowly.

He found himself giving in to my touches as I squirmed at my own pleasure. “Fuck, so much.” I breathed, mouthing his pants. “Ain’t 7 enough?”

“But y’re making m’feel s’good.” He panted.

“Can’t stop cumming.” I whined, feeling it get closer again as I desperately palmed at his cock; silently waiting for the permission to pull it out of his pants, the fact he was even letting me do this much was kind of a miracle.

HIs hips kept moving against my hand as he praised me quietly, watching me squirm into him, taking the punishment like a champ. He let out small moans and groans as he watched me palm him, nuzzling into him, pressing small kisses onto him, doing whatever I could in my goddamn right to worship him.

“Ngh— Fuck, ‘m cummin’ again—” I moaned, the downtime between each one was getting shorter and shorter and there’d either peak when I reached a moment of constant orgasm, or I believe I’d simply go numb and feel nothing but overstimulation and be a whining, crying mess, unable to orgasm any more.

His breathing hitched in his throat, he watched me writhe with that stupid lopsided grin, his jaw slack in awe as he desperately tried to fill his lungs with air. He felt that warm feeling in his stomach, noticing the telltale signs. “Shit, wait, y/n—”

His eyes closed, his jaw fell open and he gasped for air, small groans leaving his throat and his hips stuttering in place. His large hand forced me to stroke him through it, as he quickly accepted his fate.

“Fuck.” He hissed. “Let’s get y’fixed up, pretty baby.” He spoke quickly, pushing me off him, trying to be gentle despite his speed. He turned off the vibrator and let me relax, my tense body finally slump down into comatose limpness.

“Did you..?” I panted mindlessly.

“Shut up.” He mumbled, grabbing his pocket knife and slicing the webbing again, careful enough to not damage the wand, but quick enough to lay me down.

“Mhm, need’a washcloth.” I sighed, finally given a moment to sit back and catch my breath, finally able to relax after the considerate torture he put me through. “Feels gross.. All sweaty 'nd sticky.”

“I can see that.” He responded. 

I laid on my back, watching him through heavy eyes, he scrambled to discard the webbing that was tight on my legs and waist, collecting the loose web still stuck to the headboard, to put the wand away and then to get the damp cloth I needed to clean up.

He tried to stifle a laugh when he saw the wet patch on the bed. He knew, in this moment, he wasn’t one to laugh, but he found the view slightly impressive. He ran the damp cloth over anywhere that looked particularly gross, starting with my face for obvious reasons.

 “Anythin’ else y’need, love?”

“Dunno.” I hummed, he sat over me, removing his t-shirt and helping me put it on my body. It was worn, but it smelt like him. “You gonna let me see the mess you made?” I commented as he held my body upright.

“I.. No.” He spoke. “Y’look tired, darlin’.” 

“You embarrassed?” I asked softly.

“No..” He shook his head again, “A little. Just.. Fuckin’.. Gotta wash these now.”

I sighed, rolling onto my stomach and taking the pile of pillows in my arms, knowing that Hobie would come take his place underneath me soon enough, he just has to rid himself from his excitement.

He ran his hand smoothly down my spine, feeling the muscles relax under his fingertips.

“Go to sleep, darl’, ‘m gonna be a minute.”

“Wash ‘em tomorrow, I want you now.”

He took a sharp inhale, before finally giving in. “If I can’t get the stains out, you’re on clean up duty.” He threatened, though it was clear to tell it wasn’t genuine. He quickly slid into clean pj shorts before snaking his way into bed and pulling me away from the wetpatch and onto his chest.

“Hobes, missing somethin’.” I mumbled the reminder, being taken by sleep as I felt the warmth of his arms wrap around me.

“Mhm? What’s that?” 

“Where’s my ‘y’did so good’?”

“Y’did so good.” He huffed in amusement, placing a soft lingering kiss on my neck. “Y’took that real well, jus’ took everythin’ I gave ya’, ‘nd y’looked so pretty doin’ it, too. Wasn’t too much, was it?”

I shook my head weakly. “Was good.” I sighed, nuzzling into his neck and letting myself give into the exhaustion.

“I love ya’, darlin’.” He said finally, continuing his whispers of praise.

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[raccoonsandrangoons]

Rick Grimes NSFW Alphabet

Just a little something I whipped up for a friend ✨💛

✨ pairing: Rick Grimes x Reader

✨ warnings: NSFW (smut)

✨ A/N: honestly for a Daryl girlie myself, it was a lot easier to write HCs for Rick 🤣

A - Aftercare

A King. He’s 100% for a cuddle. He’s like a baby; he needs skin to skin, even if it’s just holding your hand

B - Body (his favorite part)

Ass. He’s all about that ass. He’s gonna say he loves all parts of you (and it’s true), but he’s got a weakness for your ass. He can’t help but stare as you’re walking away.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum)

He knows that protection is a rare commodity in these times. If he could finish inside, best believe he’s going to, but he doesn’t not like the look of you covered in his cum.

D - Dirty Little Secret (what’s he hiding 🤭)

He doesn’t have any dirty secrets, but he does keep his feelings for you suppressed as long as possible, especially if you’re significantly younger than him

E - Experience

He’s a fairly experienced guy. Kinda. He’s not a virgin by any means, he’s got kids. But he’s only been with 2-3 people at most.

F - Favorite Position

Classic missionary bby. He wants to see your face.

G - Goofy?

He’s fairly serious, but if something funny happens, like you slip while trying to switch positions, he’ll let out a little giggle.

H - Hair

It’s the apocalypse. How do you think grooming goes? Once he’s in the Alexandria safe haven, he’ll keep himself trimmed up. As for you, he doesn’t care at all. It’s your body and it’s whatever you say.

I - Intimacy

He is very sweet and intimate. He loves showering together. It’s his favorite form of intimacy, whether it leads to sex or not. He loves when you wash his back, and he loves when washing your hair and giving you a nice scalp massage.

J - Jorkin’ It

For stress relief, and definitely before y’all get together. But once you’re together, he’d rather just go straight to you

K - Kinks

He’s a fairly vanilla guy, but he’s not opposed to spanking, roughhousing a little. Maybe you can convince him to role play a little in his uniform.

L - Location

He prefers at home. He’s not a risky man as it is and he doesn’t want to risk being caught. It’s motivated by respect for you.

M - Motivations (turn ons)

Anything you do. He throws his all into everything and he is all about you.

N - NOs

Nothing that can put you in danger. Nothing restraining for either of you

O - Oral

Giving and receiving. He loves it. He’s all for it. He always says “baby you don’t have to”, when you get on your knees but you both know he wants it and he is more than happy to reciprocate.

P — Pace

Soft, slow, and sensual. He comes from a place of love and respect, and he’s going to take his time with you.

Q — Quickies?

If he has to. In the beginning, maybe that’s all you had.

In Alexandria, if you get enough in him to drink at a party, rile him up enough, he’ll pull you into a corner for a make out session and then tell you to meet him at home in 10 minutes.

R — Risky?

Nope. He’s not risky at all. He’s pulling out. He’s making sure no one is around.

S — Stamina

He can go a few rounds, for sure. But he is climbing in age, so

T — Toys

Hard to come by in the apocalypse, but in a situation where it’s available, he sees your toys as his teammates.

U — Unfair

He can be a bit of a tease when you start developing a more domestic relationship. A slide of his hand down your back, a quick squeeze of your ass (he can’t help it).

V — Volume

He’s not super loud, but he’s vocal. A lot of “That’s it”, “feels so good”; etc.

W — Wildcard (dealer’s choice hc)

I think he’s jealous. He knows you’re a helpful person and he knows others are drawn to you. He can’t help but feel a little jealous. And boy does he love when you get jealous. He loves being able to tease you when you’re jealous.

X — X-ray

He’s packing. Nothing extraordinary, but you’ll giggle with the girls over tea, as respectfully as possible. He is shy, ya know.

Y — Yearning

He’s a yearning man. He’s not a desperate type of needy, but he will tug at your clothes as he holds you from behind and whisper “need you”

Z — ZZZ

He definitely wants to sleep after, which is why he doesn’t really like doing it anywhere but home.

#rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes smut #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #smut alphabet

[bigfatbimbo]

ellie. ellie oh my god. i forgot u wrote for arcane and now im absolutely TWEAKING trying to restrain myself from absolutely spamming ur inbox but. oh m y g o d. this is like the best news ever bc i like JUST watched arcane and im like 3/4 through. ANYWAYS onto me yapping !!!! most of this is ab sevika bc.... hehehdhdhddhehshshsshsheh pls shes so fine

ok smutty yapping first

ALRIGHT STARTING OFF STRONG but soft domminh sevika. she does NOT seem like the type of person to relinquish control easily, however i feel like with the right persuasion she would let her guard down and let you treat her nice. she seems to be pretty prideful and self assertive, even a bit aggressive, so i genuinely think she'd LOVE to be pampered and overstimulated. sevika would be PISSED if u tried to edge her or mock her during sex but once she's overstimulated enough and if she trusts you enogh??? urgrhhrrggr i just feel like she'd get so bossy and bratty. she'd complain that you're going to slow when you're eating her out and would taunt u SO MUCH about how pathetic it was that you were worshipping her... she def needs some tough love

REVERSE SIZE KINK W SEVIKA. I GENUINELY CANNOT GET THIS THOUGHT OUT OF MY MIND I AM LITERALLY 5,2 AND SHE COULD SPLIT ME IN HALF BUT SHED ABSOLUTELY GET OFF TO SOMEONE MUCH PHYSICALLY WEAKER THAN HER BEING DONINANT AND TAKING CONTROL. she would NOT admit it tho

anyways!!!! onto other ppl!!!!!

vi has a voice kink and would absolutely neeeeed to hear you, especially when she's cumming. she lovessss when you talk her through her orgasm, and even though she acts tough, she loves being praised and treated gently :((((

i also think she would be really into praising you, even when she's subbing she would always be telling you juussst how good your making her feel

viktor is a hardcore sub i said what i said this man could not dom if his life depended on it he is the male version of a pillow princess who needs to be taken care of i will die on this hill

he has the raspiest, whiniest moans too i just KNOW IT. viktor also melts w praise and i think he's the type to fall into subspace VERY easily and be super pliant towards whatever you're up to. like he genuinely just melts in your hands like putty snd will pout if you stop touching him its lowkey adorable

ok i need to stop

fluffy yapping!!!!

JAYCE IS A WONDERFUL HUGGER I JUST KNOW IT. IDK HOW BUT I DO. he gives the softest, mosy welcoming hugs and he always rubs your back if hes hugging you :(((

jinx gives great song recommendations and is v thoughtful when it comes to music. she would def make playlists for her partner and excitedly show them off, explaining why she picked each song and its importance

jinx is the type to NOT be very clingy our touchy at all before she gets to know someone and is very touch disgusted at first, however once she trusts you she's the clingiest person EVER and her fav form of affection/pda is sitting in your lap or holding ur hand!!! speaking of, she swings her arm when she's holding hands w u side by side and its v cute (ooc? idk her sorry)

MEL IS A MORNING PERSON AND WOULD ABSOLUTELY MAKE HER PARTNER BREAKFAST IN THE MORNING!!! if ur also a morning person she would love to have a routine w you, and would always ask for "help" getting ready and getting dressed so she can make eye contact w u in the mirror while you fasten her necklaces and jewelry. if you aren't a morning person, she always kisses you before she leaves the house and leaves you breakfast with a note on the counter. sometimes she'll make u lunch too, and always cuts fruit into intricate shapes for you (she would pass the orange peel test)

ok ofc i have to say sum ab sevika (the loml) but URGRHRHRH she would be such a good listener i just know it and she'd give painfully honest and brutal yet GOOD advice. i also think she's v protective of her partner, but knows thei can handle themselves so she steps back, but if anyone gave them a hard time they'd suffer lmao 💀

ANWHAYSSSSS HOPE U ENJOYED MY MINDLESS YAPPING/HCS AND INSANITY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

GODHSHAHHSHSHUSHSHD GOD JDJDHSHHS IM LITERALLY FUFCKING OH MY GOD. I literally love Arcane so much this makes me infinitely happy. I know my arcane related posts never get as many likes but… shut the fuck up.

OH MY GODDDDD SEVIKA!!!?????

absolutely tweaking out at the idea of her being a sub.

Like oh my god you’re so right, she’d be so bossy. She would egg you on so hard, like “Is that the best you can do?” “I can take more of that, you know.” “Are you always this slow?”

But she’d struggle to keep up her complaints when your fingers work faster in her and you hit her at just the right spot.

Reassuring her thats it’s okay to let her guard down???? She’s biting back moans and trying to keep her cool.

AHHSJSHS THE REVERSE SIZE KINK??!!?!? Absolutely. Like letting you push her onto the bed as if she would have even budged if she didn’t trust you enough.

OH AND VI AND A VOICE KINK? She needs to know you’re there, like fully. She didn’t have anyone in prison, and just reassuring her that you’re with her and it’s alright because she’s doing so good.

And she’s definitely praising in the bedroom, too or bottom. She’ll tell you she likes what your doing, and how good you are at it, if she’s domming or not.

VIKTOR IS A SUB. THAT MAN IS A SUB. Like fully not lifting a finger in bed just taking what you give him while whining and moaning for more.

AND THE FLUFF IFMFJJDHDBE

Jayce is absolutely a great hugger like he is THE MAN. He’s literally such a teddy bear when you need a hug, just bury yourself in his arms.

Jinx would be soooooooo clingy in a relationship too with someone she trusts. Like she’s the type to just randomly sit on your lap too if you’re not giving her enough attention. And she’d be all over you 24/7, very touchy.

Always on your arm or leaning on your shoulder or playing with your hair or tracing up and down your arms.

If she trusts you enough, she’d literally need you too sleep at night, too.

(She’s my favorite by the way)

And SO IS MEL!! AN UNDERRATED FAV!!!!!!

She’d be such a morning person, it’d almost be annoying at how coherent she is in the earliest parts of day.

But then you smell delicious breakfast wafting down and you’d be very grateful. She makes your favorite every once in a while, seriously pampering you omg.

Also yes, omf she’d absolutely ask you for help with getting ready and whatnot. Zipping up the back of her dress for her, clasping her necklace, maybe planting a kiss there too.

Overall princess treatment for her because she is a QUEEN.

Ending things with Sevika my baby girl because YOUR SO RIGHT. her listening skills would be off the charts. Like imagine sitting on her lap and playing with her hair while yapping about your day.

She’s all ears. In fact she’s so quiet and concentrated that you wonder if she’s even listening. But she chimes in with a brutally honest remark every now and again.

#arcane x reader #arcane smut #arcane x you #vi x reader #jinx x reader #mel x reader #sevika x reader #dom reader #hazbin hotel

[dean-winchester-is-a-warrior]

How to Pass the Final

Summary: The time has come to put the lessons to the test.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Smut. Fingering. P in V unprotected sex. loss of virginity. some, slight pain mentioned. virgin!reader. age gap.

Pairings: Jensen x Y/N

Word Count: 2,633

A/N: So, this will continue on from:

If You Teach a Girl to Kiss...

...She'll Be Back to Learn About Hickeys

Teaching How to Touch

Lessons in Antici--pation

How to Pass the Oral

I'll be continuing to progress through Jensen and Y/N's evening together and touching on some of the other specifics that the lovely @kayyay1219 requested. Stay tuned for all the lessons! 😜 Going forward, I plan on 4 more entries into this series, to round them to a total of 10. 😊

Hope you all enjoy!

A/N 2: As always, of course this is a Jensen from another part of the Multiverse, who is single. This is an absolute work of fiction.

The beautiful dividers both below and at the bottom were created by @firefly-graphics

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He turned back to face me properly, breathing a little easier now. “At least, not this time. If you’ll let me, if you’re ready, I desperately want to sink into your body, wanna watch you come apart for me at least two more times, wanna feel that beautiful cunt tighten around me, clenching me, pulling me deep into you so I can fill you up completely.”

My breathing was fast and shallow, as his words painted pictures in my mind. 

“Will you let me, Y/N?”

My answer was simple, obvious, and immediate. 

“Yes, Jensen. Yes, please.”

His face softened and he reached out his hand, pushing his fingers through my hair and moving them down to grip the back of my neck. He pulled me close to him, and I could feel the heat that radiated from his tall, broad body. I skimmed my hands up his torso, fingers tingling as they passed over his skin.

I reached up to grip his shoulders, kneading the muscles there. He leaned down to skim his lips across my temple and down over my cheekbone; they felt like silk, his breath warm and soothing as it caressed me. He tipped my chin up as he reached my mouth, settling his lips over mine, pressing full and heavy.

I snaked my arms up around his neck as he finally pulled me tight against him. I gasped at the feel of his burning skin on mine and he took the chance to sweep his tongue into my mouth like an invasion. He tasted like the wine we’d drank, slightly sweet, but extremely heady, and he made my head spin.

I let out a deep moan and rubbed myself shamelessly against him. I could feel his rock hard cock pressed between our bodies, still slightly damp from my spit, and as I crushed my body to his I could feel it twitch.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He cursed with a grunt as he pulled away from my mouth. “You’re tryna kill me.” 

He ran his hands down my back and over my ass, squeezing the fleshiness of my cheeks with his hard fingers, before reaching his left hand forward, and rubbing his fingers through my slick folds from the back. 

He pushed two fingers into me and I cried out, dropping my head to his chest and pushing down against them. He scissored them open inside me a few times before he pulled out and, tightening his hands on the backs of my thighs, he lifted me.

I squealed and locked my arms around his neck.

He chuckled as I flailed my legs a bit. “Wrap your legs around my waist sweetheart. Don’t worry, I got you.”

One arm was gripped firmly around my waist and the other held one of my thighs in place on his hip, the other was sort of dangling, trying to find purchase on the ground, or wrapped around his calf. 

But finally, realizing he wasn’t going to let me go, I pulled myself up and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. Being held in his arms like that felt completely right. I could still feel his cock, only now it was pushed up tight against my pussy, causing me to bite my lip hard and bury my face in Jensen’s neck. 

I could feel the muscles in body tense as he held me close, could feel the power that radiated from him. It was all restrained energy, muscles coiled and waiting, waiting to sink into my body, waiting to tease and taste me, waiting to pound pleasure into me.

I dug my nails into his shoulder blades as want and desire flashed across my body. Jensen grunted harshly, but I was coming to learn the difference between a grunt of pain or discomfort and one of pleasure, and this was all pleasure.

He walked me forward to the bed and laid me down on it, ever so gently, climbing in after me and stretching out alongside me. He brushed the hair from my forehead and began planting featherlight, lingering kisses there, then down over my nose and across my cheeks. 

At the same time, he began skimming his fingertips across my shoulders and down my arms. He entwined my fingers with his and brought them to his lips so he could kiss the backs of my knuckles, and then the pads of my fingers. He ran his lips up over the pulse point at my wrist and to the crook of my elbow, allowing his tongue to tease the sensitive skin there. 

He moved his mouth to my collarbone and lightly scraped his teeth against my clavicle, moving up to nip at the skin on my neck before, soothing the nips by laving his tongue across them. 

He continued this tortuous teasing, fingers moving almost continuously over my body, shifting down to run across my stomach and over my thighs; his mouth he used to suck the air out of my lungs with powerful, deep kisses, pulling away only when lack of oxygen demanded it.

Eventually he began to focus his attention, bringing his nimble fingers to my core and his mouth to my breasts. He pushed the tip of his forefinger against my clit gently, too gently for my growing need. I was desperate for more pressure, but when I got whiny and demanding, pushing down against his fingers with a keening whine, he tapped his middle finger hard against my clit, making me scream with an overdose of pleasure. 

“Patience, baby.” He advised me. “Let me take care of you. I want to take my time, want to make you writhe for me, shake for me.”

With those words he pulled my nipple deep into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the tight bud, and I arched into him. He continued to press gentle circles against my clit and I bucked against his hand.

“Please, Jensen.” I cried out. It felt like every nerve ending I had was screaming for his touch. I couldn’t decide what I wanted him to do first, I just knew that I needed him with a desperation I’d never known.

Finally, he began circling my clit with his thumb and slowly eased his middle finger into my body. He moved slowly, his thick finger was rough and slightly callused and provided the most beautiful friction against my overly sensitive skin. Eventually, he slipped a second finger inside and again began scissoring them, opening me up. 

He began to pump them faster and faster, pushing deeper. My back was arched off the bed as he continued to suck and nibble on my nipples, alternating back and forth between both breasts. 

He pushed his two fingers forward, and crooked them inside me as he had before and that was all it took for me to shout out my release. I scratched at his wrist where it was buried between my legs, wild with the white hot pleasure shooting through my veins.

As I started to come down, he pushed a third finger inside and began to pump hard again. I could feel the coil in my lower belly begin to tighten again immediately and I whimpered. 

“Jensen.” I said, breathless, not sure whether his name was a prayer or a plea, or just a way to tether myself to reality. 

Within a minute, I felt the tension explode outward from my core once again, and I raked my fingers through his hair, tugging as I fell apart. I knew I was soaking the sheet on his bed, I could feel the wetness dripping out of me. My muscles were exhausted and my legs fell open.

Slowly Jensen pulled away from me and rose to his knees, shifting so that he was between my thighs. He hooked one of my knees over his forearm, lifting my hips off the bed slightly. 

I was panting and sweaty and still seeing white dots from my last orgasm, but I stared up at the magnificent picture he made, his big, strong, solid body towering above mine, the ropey muscles in his forearm flexing as he held me up. His face was hard with desire, jaw clenched, muscle jumping there. But his eyes were soft as they roamed over my face.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N. So perfect, so special.”

As he spoke, I felt the head of his cock push against my opening. It was a tight fit, and I could feel my walls stretching wide to accommodate him. But he’d prepared me well, just like he’d said he would. I was so wet and he’d stretched me on his fingers so perfectly that I could take him.

His slow push forward had me writhing and wiggling, trying to push my hips up against him faster, but he held my legs open wide, and wouldn’t be rushed. As he bottomed out, I found that the deep stretch did start to burn a little and I was grateful that he’d gone slow, and that he stopped, and stayed still for a bit, letting me adjust to him. 

But within a few minutes I was more than ready to feel him move in me. Sensing this Jensen gently lowered the leg he held, and pushed my knees even wider, before moving to lie over me, his hips settling comfortably between my legs. 

He leaned on his elbows, on either side of my head, and his big hands cupped my cheeks as he kissed me slowly. I moved my arms under his and wrapped them around his ribs, taking great pleasure from feeling the way his muscular back shifted and rippled beneath my hands.

He pulled back from his kisses and again brushed my hair back from where it clung to my forehead, sweaty and damp.

“How you doing, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice strained but gentle.

I beamed up at him. “So unbelievably good.” I lifted my head off the pillow, reaching for his mouth but as I did, Jensen pulled out of my body and then slid back in, causing my intended kiss to turn into a gasp and moan against his cheek.

“Oh, god, Jensen, yes, yes, yes.” I could only chant nonsensically as he pulled out and pushed back again. The slow glide of his silky, heavy, cock was the definition of bliss and I instinctively locked my ankles around his waist, pushing him deeper with my heels dug into his ass. 

“Please, more, I need more.” I begged, even though he hadn’t stopped. 

But Jensen understood that I meant I needed him to go harder and faster, which he did. The first time he hammered into me I cried out, mostly in pleasure, but also some pain. He was so big, it felt a bit like he was splitting me open. 

He stopped immediately and held himself in check. I could see the sweat beading at his temples as he looked at me with concern. “You okay, baby?”

I nodded frantically. “Yes, Jensen, yes…it’s good, it’s so good. Please don’t stop.” And I meant it, even the painful stretch was good, worth it for the pleasure I could feel racing through my blood. I could feel that fiery coil begin twisting in the very center of me for the fifth time that night and I was desperately chasing the relief only Jensen could give me.

“Okay, sweetheart.” Jensen whispered in my ear. “I won’t stop.” He pulled out and slammed home. “I won’t stop till you’re screaming my name again.”

I whined and clawed at his back as he continued to slam his cock deep into me, while his lips feathered across mine, breathing harsh and heavy into my open mouth. 

At last he reached a hand between our bodies and pressed his thumb against my clit and that was all it took for me to explode, screaming his name as he’d wanted, but only because I couldn’t help it. It felt as though I was flying apart, my body scattered into a million bright lights, and I needed to cling to him. 

Somewhere in the deep, endless spasming of my body, I felt Jensen’s muscles tighten and his hips falter in their rhythmic thrusting as he shouted out a curse and fell onto me with my name seeping from his mouth on a moan.

Consciousness was definitely far away from my grasp for a while as I floated on a blissful, exhausted cloud. Some time later, I felt Jensen shifting off of me, and I woke up enough to grab his arm. 

“No.” I said succinctly.

It was all I could manage to get out, but gratefully Jensen seemed to understand and there was a smile in his sleepy voice as he pulled me up against his side. 

“S’okay, beautiful, I just don’t want to keep squishing you. I’m not going anywhere.” 

He kissed the top of my head where it rested on his chest, and I fell asleep almost immediately. I slept through for nearly twelve hours.

It was almost noon when Jensen shook me awake. It took me a full thirty seconds to understand where I was and what was happening. Jensen sat on the side of the bed, facing me, his skin damp and wrapped in a towel, having obviously just emerged from the shower.

I sat up quickly and then groaned when my overused muscles protested the fast movement. 

Jensen reached out to lay his hand on my thigh, massaging the muscle there briefly. “Sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t want to have to wake you, but you have a one-thirty call to set.”

I nodded, suddenly incredibly shy and unsure of how things were supposed to proceed now. I mean, I’d asked Jensen to teach me about all things physical and he had certainly done that, so what now? Did he expect me to just be cool and sophisticated and leave as though nothing had happened? I was very sure I couldn’t do that.

Of course Jensen noticed my awkwardness and he scooted closer to me, taking my chin in his thumb and forefinger. “What’s wrong, Y/N?”

I shook my head. “Nothing.”

One corner of his mouth lifted in a knowing, slightly teasing smirk. “Wondering what happens now?”

God, how did he do that - know my thoughts so easily? 

I shrugged. “I mean…maybe? I just, I don’t want to like…bother you, or I don’t know, make some kind of morning after faux pas.”

Jensen scoffed and shook his head before leaning forward and kissing me sweetly, the taste of his mint toothpaste lingering on his lips. He pulled back and cupped my face with one hand, rubbing his thumb across my cheekbone.

“You can’t make any morning after mistakes with me, baby. What happens next is entirely up to you. Either you can get up and head into work, and we can leave this one beautiful night as a wonderful memory for us both.”

His eyes darkened slightly and his expression was slightly anxious, “Or, if you wanted, I could meet you in your trailer when I’m done for the day, and we can continue the learning process. Maybe even grab a bite to eat first?” 

His face lit up. “Also, there’s a concert this weekend that I really wanna go to…maybe you’d wanna come with me?”

His words made my heart swell with happiness as I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck. “I would love that.” I said excitedly.

Jensen grinned wide and he ran his big hand up my naked back, pressing me tightly to him. He laid me back against the pillows, and his voice was deep and rough as he spoke against my lips. 

“Fantastic. But for now let’s practice calling in a bit late to work.”

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[elvisabutler]

tinsel ( or how to be inventive with austin butler )

summary: decorations for christmas trees don't always immediately make their way back into their boxes when it comes to you and your boyfriend taking them down. case in point: the tinsel. fandom: austin butler rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1701 warning: p in v sex ( unprotected, but honestly at this point assume i imagine the reader as having some of her own bc ). soft sub austin. soft dom reader. inappropriate use of tinsel. mild bondage/restraining. author's note: consider this a companion piece to my fic twinkle lights. and if you like this try underneath the tree by @dilfelvis because they also have a sub tied up austin and it is a positively wonderful fic if i do say so myself. i'm also totally aware that tinsel does not really have the strength needed to hold someone back when you put tension on it but suspend your disbelief if you don't mind. beyond that, i've got a few things coming down the pipeline- both austin and elvis- one of which i am so proud of and can't wait to show you all. i'd say be prepared to get a lot of fics tomorrow and wednesday but every time i promise that i end up with egg on my face. so, we'll see. also @purejasmine i did say i'd likely have something out after the holidays and this is for you. know it might not be your normal cup of tea since i believe you err more toward dom austin but it is a little more toasty.

The day after Christmas is the day you're supposed to pack away everything, the tree, the decorations around the house and anything that was formerly on the tree. It's not a hard and set rule, you suppose, but it's one your parents always had taught you. They always would say that it if they didn't do it that day then it wouldn't get done until the middle of January with the hustle and bustle that life would cause. You had warned Austin about this rule the moment you were done decorating and even before you started, trying to make it so that there would be plenty of time for the two of you to enjoy your handiwork.

You should have known Austin would be a menace when it came to taking things down. It was fine when you were pulling things down from around the apartment, the wreath on the door, the various lights strewn about and the mistletoe that he took every opportunity to sneak both of you under, placing kisses to your lips, your face, everywhere he could reach until you were both laughing before taking it down.

That meant all that was left was the tree with the lights and the tinsel wrapped around it. It should be simple enough, nothing too complicated for you and Austin to handle and yet somehow Austin insists on this being complicated. First he decides he wants to take the lights off first, despite knowing that they were likely going to be tangled in the tinsel. Still you both managed to get the lights off mostly in one piece and now you find yourself taking the tinsel off, wrapping around itself in a bit of a ball as Austin is talking about something. Normally you'd be paying attention but right now- right this moment you're not in the mood to, you're annoyed with Austin because this shouldn't have taken that long and yet here you were at 3PM and you still had to take the actual tree down.

It's maybe for this reason that you find yourself on top of your boyfriend, watching him pull at his bonds of tinsel lightly while looking at you above him, teasing him in a way only you can with your lips ghosting over his neck and his chest and settling over his cock like you're going to suck only to just blow a tiny puff of air against it before moving back to your original perch with your uncovered pussy rubbing softly against him every so often.

"Y/N." He whines, canting his hips up, trying to gain some form of friction against your pussy. "Babe, I'm- Come on."

You smirk and pull yourself up a little. "No. You've been wasting time all day. I didn't mind it at the beginning but we could have been in bed already, you could be worshipping my body and I could be worshipping yours and yet here we are with me having to tease you while you can't touch."

Austin inhales sharply, looking like he wants to snarl at you but knowing he's earned this, earned your punishment of having him unable to touch you. After all he had been touching you all day and that was half the reason you two hadn't gotten as much done as you needed to get done. It didn't mean he had to like it- had to take it without a bit of sass. "Wasting time. That's what you call kissing you. You weren't complaining when I was doing it, babe." He knows saying that is playing with fire but at this point he'll take getting burned by you.

The head tilt you do toward him when he says that reminds him that playing with the fire that is you always does burn him more than he intends. Your hand moves to his chest, lightly scratching at his chest and down his torso, stopping just short of his cock before you speak. "Kisses aren't anything compared to having your cock in me or having your tongue against my clit. They aren't anything compared to my mouth around your cock, my hand stroking you." You finally allow yourself to wrap your hand around his cock, your thumb playing with the tip, smearing the precum leaking from all around before sticking your thumb in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

A noise leaves Austin's mouth that sounds like a choked off moan or a groan and you can't help the way you smile at it waiting to hear what he's going to say to you about it. What pretty pleas are going to come from his lips. "Mama- don't- What do I need to say? What do I have to do? I'm sorry. I know you wanted to get things done-"

You cut him off with a kiss to his lips, soft at first before when pulling back your teeth pull at his lower lip. He shivers at the sensation before his mouth tries to follow you only to be stopped by the tinsel holding him back. "Baby." He keens.

"Baby? Mama?" You shake your head, grinding down just a bit. "Try again, Austin, baby boy."

His hips buck up against you despite the bindings on his ankles before he nods and looks at you. "Mama- Mommy- I don't- Just touch me, please. Wanna fuck you, wanna have you cum and then I'll do whatever you want. Deal with the tree naked, make you dinner, please, just let me touch you."

The words aren't making sense necessarily but you understand them, understand what he wants. He wants to be able to make it up to you, to earn his forgiveness for what he did and who were you to deny him that? After all, it was just today that he was being naughty, being too needy for you to remember that you had a task to do today. Besides, all that was left was taking the tree out. You lean your body over his, pressing every inch of your skin against his before your hands move up to the tinsel keeping him tied to the bed frame. It doesn't take but a moment to untie it, surprisingly and not even a moment after his arms are free, his hands are moving to your face, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. He didn't ask for permission and he knows that might make you mad, but you untied him, that should be enough permission, that should be your way of telling him he could touch. You nip at his tongue and his lips, kissing him back with equal fervor as you start to grind a little, wishing you had lined his cock up to your entrance before you had done this. He catches the fact that you want it though, moving his hand down and slapping your ass lightly to get you to shift up just enough that he's able to slide himself between your folds.

You hiss at the intrusion before allowing yourself to help him bottom out in you, being too greedy and too eager to have his cock in you to bother with prepping yourself fully. His answering groan makes you think you did the right thing, especially as his hands move to your hips, almost as if he plans on guiding you up and down on his cock. You place your hands over his and start to lift yourself up and down, starting slowly at first before you increase your pace. "Y/N, God, let me do this, you're going- wanna fuck you slower mama."

A head shake is the only response he gets as you keep bouncing up and down on his cock, moving one of his hands to play with your clit. He almost doesn't realize what you're doing before he starts to play with it, pressing his fingers against it, rubbing it faster and faster in a way he knows drives you wild. You can feel yourself clenching around him, feel that tightening of your orgasm inching closer and closer as you ride him. Speaking isn't something you can do right now, too occupied with the task at hand but Austin is doing enough for the both of you, cursing and groaning and saying things that are near incoherent. The noises of your combined juices make for an obscene sound that has you wondering just how much of a mess you're making of the bedsheets before realizing it's fine, you can just toss them in the wash after this.

"Love you so much, mama. So good to me, not punishing me too hard. Love-" He stops as you clench around him again, the words doing something to you as you slide down one more time, forcing him to bottom out one more time. His cock fills you in a way that has you swearing you feel it in your throat and you come with a huff of air leaving your throat, the scream you thought you could manage fluttering away as your cunt flutters around Austin's cock. He manages a few more thrusts into you before you feel him cumming, the warmth of it feeling comforting in some strange way.

At this point you find yourself flopped on top of Austin's torso, your fingers tracing shapes on his chest before you start to make a move to get up so that you two can clean up before his arms wrap around you and he shakes his head, one of his hands moving to stroke your hair. "Just- stay here for a minute, babe. Tree's not going anywhere and I want to just feel you around me for a little bit longer. Then we can shower, deal?"

You look up at him and find his blue eyes looking at you with a level of love you didn't think was possible and you remember that when he gives you that sort of look you're always a little too taken in by it to resist. A nod is all you can manage before you let your head fall back onto his chest, allowing yourself to relax just a bit longer.

The tree doesn't leave the house until the next morning.

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Rip Your Brain Out (Kenjaku x Reader x Mahito)

Contains: dubcon, kidnapping, dacryphillia, face slapping, tongue fucking, oral (f receiving), restrained reader, body horror (multiple arms), p-i-v sex, spitting, biting to draw blood, mild mind break, technically choking, cumswapping, reader can't see Mahito, mmf 3 way but only one of them gets it in.

I wrote this in like 3 days because I couldn't get it out of my head. Using writing as a coping mechanism to work through my trauma has been nice. I fear I made Kenjaku a little ooc so I actually cut a page and a half from this where I got too in my own feelings about him (rip). Never written a multiple partner scenario so hopefully this practice helps me actually write something better. Please reblog if you enjoy and leave tags or comments, seeing them makes me motivated! Thank you!

You, were a fool, you thought to yourself as you walked through the rain at 3am. Not even ten minutes ago you were dry inside your apartment, getting ready for a long day at work.

Everything was fine until you stepped outside to get a better look at the weather. Unfortunately your muscle memory took over and as you stepped out your hand locked the door behind you as it shut. Your phone and keys sitting just on the other side.

After standing, staring in disbelief at the door for a few moments you resigned yourself to an unpleasant two mile walk to work in the rain. You'd be a little late and wet upon arrival but there wasn't anything else you could do this early in the morning.

Not accustomed to walking in the dark during a storm, you kept your eyes down on your feet watching your step. The last thing you needed was to trip.

The streets in your neighborhood were normally busy, as they were lined with different apartment complexes and small shops. However, they were desolate at this moment.

You'd been walking for about five minutes before you walked straight into a person. The collision didn't seem to phase them, but you nearly jumped out of your skin. You stumbled back and fell right on your ass.

Looking up you watched as the person, a large man with an umbrella, turned around to face you. He simply stood there and stared at you on the ground.

"I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" you asked, trying not to get too upset by focusing on how you could help him. Not that he looked like he needed it. The surreality of the situation made you unsure of what to do or say.

You couldn't see much other than the dark jacket he wore, everything above the waist blocked out by the darkness and the umbrella's shadow.

When you moved to stand, a large hand presented itself in your face. Despite being unsure about the man you assumed he might just not know what to say. This was a weird situation after all. You took his hand and stood.

Now that you were standing you could see him a bit better. His hair a dark curtain around his face and a bored look in his eyes as he stared at you. You frantically tried to brush yourself off, but the rain made it impossible.

"Thank you for the help, sorry for bothering you," you attempted to excuse yourself and step around him, but his large frame made it hard to pass him. It made you nervous the way he just stood there. "I need to get past you."

He stepped closer instead of to the side, placing the umbrella over both of you. You could feel the heat radiating off his body with how close he was.

"What are you doing out alone so late at night?" the stranger asked, his tone hard to distinguish.

"I locked myself out and I'm now just trying to go to work. I'm already going to be late," you figured honesty couldn't hurt at this point. Maybe he would let you leave knowing you were in a hurry and not just out for a walk.

He nodded at you, as if he understood your plight. You couldn't help but feel like he was scrutinizing you more than a normal person would. It was so hard to guess what was strange about this man and this situation because of how odd it was.

"Come with me, someone like you shouldn't be out at this time or in this weather," he pulled you in closer to his side, you somehow hadn't noticed that he still had a grip on your hand. One arm now around your shoulders, he pressed you firmly into his side as his fingers dug into your arm.

You could barely stutter out a confirmation before he was walking the two of you into the direction you had originally been headed. His presence, the aura he gave off just felt so commanding, like going against him would be a bigger mistake than whatever he could do to you.

Regardless of how nervous he made you, you were going in the right direction. And he was keeping you dry. Maybe he was just socially awkward and trying to be kind.

"So, what's your name?" you figured breaking the ice might put ease to the feelings of anxiety in your stomach. The fingers on your arm stroked gentle circles on the wet flesh, like he was soothing a frightened animal.

"My name?" he asked, pausing to think for a moment. It made your anxiety spike, why would he have to think about his name?. "You can call me Kenjaku. That's my name."

You looked up from your feet to his face. He was still looking straight ahead, his side profile much clearer this close up. He must have been at least a foot taller than you, with a strong jaw and very handsome facial features.

For some reason, perhaps foolishness, his striking looks put you at ease. It would be easy to remember his face, if you ever needed to pick him out of a crowd. No matter how strange this was, he was helping you though. Pushing your doubt and anxiety aside you tried again.

"What are you doing out so early, Kenjaku?" you asked, trying to put your nerves at ease. It also helped that you were only about four blocks away from the cafe you worked at. You wouldn't have to deal with this strangeness for much longer.

The laugh that left his throat felt wrong. He pulled your body against him a bit tighter and quickened your pace.

"Oh I was just looking for someone," Kenjaku said, his voice made it sound like he was telling you a joke. You didn't see the humor.

You wanted to vomit. Or run ahead, but based on your height difference and the muscles you could feel pressed against you, you knew that would be a mistake. He would be able to catch you with no trouble.

"I'm sorry to disturb your search! I- I can just go on by myself, we're almost to my workplace anyway," you suggested, squirming in his hold. Even if he was just a helpful stranger, this could be a good chance for you to not only get out of this scenario, but leave him to his own devices.

The hand on your shoulder lifted only to rest on the back of your neck underneath your hair, his grip much lighter here.

"Nonsense, I think I might have found you," his words made your blood run cold. Before you could process what was happening, the hand on your neck harshly struck the back of your neck.

As consciousness left you, you felt him hoist your body in a bridal carry, the umbrella laying forgotten on the sidewalk.

Kenjaku smiled to himself, even if you weren't suitable for his original plan, he might get some use out of you.

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Kenjaku didn't take to visiting Mahito's sewer hideout very often. Choosing to leave the young curse to his own devices, plus the smell bothered him. However it was very close by and secluded enough for his potential plans.

He needed to see if you could see curses, at the very least. Kenjaku had set out this evening with the intention of scouting for a potential new vessel. However perfect Suguru Geto's body was, it irked him the way he was recognized by people that could cause potential issues for him. He tried to be out of the monks robes whenever he might be seen, but he was quite fond of the more traditional dress.

He really only needed this vessel until October 31st, which wasn't too far away now. He hadn't expected to find anyone so soon, or even at all. Only happening on you by chance, but what is chance if not the universe's chaos in motion?

Now seeing you in a more well lit area, he could already tell that your form would be unsuitable for him and his plans. At the very least though, your supple form could entertain him for a night.

"Geto! What a surprise!" Mahito exclaimed, he was like a puppy who's master had finally returned home. "What did you bring me?"

Kenjaku scoffed, setting your soft body down somewhat gently on a raised surface that was similar to a table.

"They're not for you. I'm going to run a small test, and if they pass they might be useful for me. If not, they'll be discarded," he explained.

Mahito approached your unconscious body, pressing a hand into the flesh of your stomach, where your shirt had ridden up from being manhandled. Kenjaku reached out and slapped the curse's hand away. A wordless way of letting him know to back off.

"Oh are you going to take their body? Use it like a puppet like in those silly human movies? If you use her for that, can I watch?" Mahito twirled his fingers in his long hair.

He knew enough about Kenjaku's technique to know that he could use bodies, but didn't know anything specific. It's not like Kenjaku went around telling everyone he was involved with his deepest secrets.

Kenjaku thought for a moment, he supposed a show wouldn't hurt. Not that he planned on abandoning this vessel at the moment. Mahito's curiosity unknowingly sealing your fate. Mahito could just assist him in using you, he could find some type of lesson in that for the young curse.

"If you behave. Now, I need you to hold their wrists down. I'm going to wake them up," Kenjaku straddled your hips, putting his weight on you to immobilize your legs.

Instead of speaking, Mahito went to stand above your head at the end of the table. Pulling both your arms above your head and holding your wrists in his large hands.

Looming above you, Kenjaku took in your form for a moment. Your body wasn't perfect, none of the ones he'd inhabited had been. Though he'd already decided against using you as a vessel, he couldn't help himself from imagining using you to bring another cursed womb into the world. You certainly weren't fit to bear another like the Itadori child, but perhaps another death painting couldn't hurt.

Lifting his hand to your cheek Kenjaku slapped your face, hard.

A breath ripped itself from your lungs as awareness was forced upon you.

You attempted to cover your sore face but your hands were stuck above your head. Opening your eyes you saw something unfortunately not too surprising. The man from earlier, sitting on your pelvis.

He was smiling down at you. The hand that slapped you now rested on your throat. Not choking, just caressing your flesh, as if he were feeling for a pulse.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" the cold voice above you asked.

You felt so stupid for trusting a stranger. For locking yourself out. You really were a fool.

"Why?" was all you could think to ask. Trying not to cry as you struggled against his weight. You couldn't free your arms either, though it didn't look like you were caught in anything, it certainly felt like they were in some type of vice.

Kenjaku shifted his hips against yours. Like he was trying to apply pressure, you couldn't tell if he was trying to grind against your core or just discourage you from moving. Feeling tears prick at your eyes, you started to cry, smudging your already rain ruined makeup.

"Geto! She's such a cutie when she cries!" Mahito exclaimed, once again his overly excited nature getting the better of him.

Instead of responding to Mahito, he simply observed your face for a reaction to Mahito's outburst. You looked troubled to say the least, but no more after his strange words.

"Because I thought you might be able to help me," Kenjaku explained, a bit of disappointment evident in his voice. The way he sounded you almost felt sorry for letting him down, shaking your head you pushed the absurd thought down.

His hand rose to cup your cheek again, thumb stroking below your eye, wiping up a mixture of tears and mascara. Perhaps if he interacted with Mahito you might notice, but he doubted it. Lifting his hand, Kenjaku wiped the streak of black across Mahito's cheek, under his eye.

"I'll do whatever you want!" you exclaimed. The gentle action confused you, it also didn't make sense why he was waving his hand in the air above your head. Regardless, begging was the only thing you could think to do in the moment.

"Tell me, are we alone?" Kenjaku asked, knowing your answer before you even looked around the room. Tipping your head back and staring straight into Mahito's chest, staring through it.

The pressure on your wrists lessened, the grip sliding up your arms as if the invisible cuff on each wrist was sliding up to the elbows. Yet you could see nothing, an itch in your mind told you that something was there, just beyond your perception.

"Maybe? I don't know, I'm sorr-!" your sentence was cut off by a shriek as he slapped your face again.

Looking up at him, his expression changed. He was clearly more annoyed than disappointed.

"She's just a normal human and can't see me. Is that what the test was about?" Mahito understood why you were there now, still feeling the need to ask. He squeezed your arms, moving them around a bit, watching the panic in your face intensify.

"Shut up Mahito, I told you to behave," Kenjaku spat out, annoyed at the childish curse. "I'll let you watch if you're quiet."

Your mind was swimming, cheek stinging from the slaps. Trying to wriggle free again, you pressed your hips up and move your legs. You only succeeded in grinding against your captor.

"Mahito? I think you have me confused for someone else. You can let me go, I won't tell anyone I promise!" you saw a ray of hope. If he was after this Mahito person, maybe he'd let you go once you explained you weren't them.

Kenjaku bent over, putting his face right above yours. Kissing at the cheek he slapped. Despite feeling both of his hands at your sides, you felt a hand in your hair holding your head in place.

The annoyed look in his eyes shifted back to disappointment, resting the tip of his nose against yours, he sighed in your face. When he opened his eyes back up, all emotion had left him. Just a blank void staring into your eyes.

"You don't even know I'm not the only one holding you down. He's going to watch me ruin you, then we will see what to do with you from there," Kenjaku kissed the tip of your nose, "If you put on a good enough show I won't rip your brain out."

When he finally kissed you, it was with none of the gentleness his lips had shown your face. Biting into your lip to get you to open your mouth, as you gasped he shoved his tongue down your throat.

His hands snaked their way under your back, nails digging into your skin as he scratched the flesh while pushing up your shirt.

You moaned into the kiss, the pain was unexpected but you still tried to keep up with the kiss. Just so you didn't choke on the tongue working its way around your mouth.

The hand, feeling of a hand, in your hair tightened. You gasped again at the sharp sensation, Kenjaku taking the chance to bite at your tongue as it slowed down in trying to tangle with his own. The taste of blood filling your mouth. He liked an active subject, it was more exciting than one that just cowered in fear.

"Are you trying to suffocate her?" Mahito asked. He wasn't stupid enough to not recognize a kiss, but he'd never seen the man before him express so much emotion without killing someone or speaking about their future.

Kenjaku ignored Mahito for a moment, choosing instead to suck the blood from your mouth. He must have bit your tongue harder than he realized. The taste of your blood in his mouth aroused him though. It had been too long since he'd partaken in pleasures of the flesh in a male body. And his vessel seemed more than capable of reproduction.

Pulling away from your face an inch, Kenjaku hovered above your gasping mouth. Bringing out one of his hands from behind your back, he used his fingers to hold your mouth open. He inspected the damage he'd done to your lips, it seems he'd made those bleed too.

Perhaps this would be good for him, since he seemed so eager already.

"Do you want to see how Noritoshi Kamo created those death painting cursed wombs?" Kenjaku asked Mahito as he continued playing with your lips. You were still breathing deeply, mouth open. Before Mahito could reply Kenjaku spat your blood and his saliva back into your mouth. Covering your mouth with his palm he forced you to swallow.

"We can just make more? Then why do I have to infiltrate their stupid school?" Mahito asked, bored of watching already. Though he did like to watch you squirm, he would prefer to be the source of your trembling.

Kenjaku shook his head, sliding off of your hips to settle himself between your legs. You attempted to kick him but he manipulated your limbs with such ease you weren't sure you were doing anything but making yourself more exhausted. For now Kenjaku just sat, pressed up against your spread legs, his hardening cock lining up with your core.

"No it takes too long, but I can show you the beginning of the process. Do you know much about human impregnation?" Kenjaku asked as he ran his hands across your plush thighs. Even through your clothes he could feel your warmth.

At the mention of impregnation you attempted to close your legs. Unfortunately he was snugly pressed up against you, causing you to wrap your legs around him. His large hands squeezing your thighs, holding them in place.

It was obvious you were only hearing part of a conversation. As if he were talking to himself, but the hands on your arms and in your hair made you sure you were the crazy one and not him. At least you assumed they were hands, the ghost of a touch with the pain of a vice grip.

"You can't! Please, you can still let me go!" you begged. You knew where this was going. Even without the words, the hardness pressing against you and his violent kisses eluded to what he wanted out of you.

Lightly grinding his hips into yours, Kenjaku stroked your thighs in a psuedo calming gesture.

"Don't worry pet, the process has to be at least a little pleasant for you. I'll make your cunt beg for this vessels cock," Kenjaku's fingers reached to undo your belt as he spoke.

"So are ya gonna impregnate her or kill her? If you're gonna kill her can I just transfigure her into one of my toys?" Mahito asked. The young curse had already forgotten what was mentioned about body snatching earlier, he just wanted another human to play with.

Kenjaku's hands stilled on your zipper. His eyes raising to meet yours, tear filled, cheeks stained red from being slapped. The desperation made his mouth water and cock harden painfully.

His hands tore at your jeans, instead of using the zipper. They ripped in two pieces, the tear forming at the seam and splitting cleanly with his brute force. He pushed your legs up, tearing the clothing from them. Laying the palm of his hand against your mound, he rubbed the sensitive flesh through your panties.

Kenjaku's other hand lifted again to Mahito's face before slapping the curse's cheek. The sound of an impact above your head startled you even more, as you couldn't see what he made contact with.

"If you're so bored, than leave before I make you. They're mine to 'play' with as you call it. I don't need you here for this vessel to fuck them," Kenjaku's hand soothed the cheek he slapped before returning it to your thighs. Pressing them wide open as he lowered himself to his knees.

His hands on your thighs jerked your body toward him, scratching your bare skin on the rough table under you.

You didn't know why he was being possessive, wishing you could hear the rest of the conversation. Not that it'd help, you just wanted to feel less crazy. Part of you thought this might just be an elaborate nightmare, but the large hands on your skin and the pain in your back grounded you in reality.

Kenjaku nipped at your thigh, bringing your eyes back to him. His hands leaving your thighs to pull his long hair up into a tight bun. You wished he wasn't so handsome. You hated to admit that under other circumstances you'd love to see a man this beautiful between your thighs. The only unsettling thing about his appearance the stitches on his forehead.

With his hair tied up he pushed your thighs back, the stretch of your muscle was almost unbearable.

"Hold these still too, I'll reward you if she doesn't move," Kenjaku spoke into your thigh. His seductive gaze landing somewhere above your head. You felt a similar pressure on your ankles to the ones on your arms. The force pulled your ankles to hover above your chest.

Whatever he was talking to, whatever was holding you, had to have at least four arms, maybe even five counting the grip on your hair. The thought made your head ache.

"Good boy," Kenjaku whispered, as he moved his hand to your still covered pussy.

You watched with morbid fascination and mild disgust as he moved your lace panties to the side. He slid a large finger through your folds before holding his soaked finger up to his face. Sticking the appendage in his mouth and sucking off the juices, his eyes never leaving yours.

A filthy heat wormed its way to your core and you felt yourself growing more aroused at the sight. Disgusted with yourself you tried again to wiggle away but the invisible grip kept you still.

With a smirk Kenjaku lowered his face to your wet pussy and began exploring with his tongue. You fought the urge to keep quiet, biting your lip and closing your eyes. His hot tongue sliding through your folds felt divine. It had been so long since you'd felt the touch of another.

Yet despite how good it felt he deliberately avoided licking too close to your clit. His tongue lapping up all of your arousal as it just kept flowing out of you.

Licking down further, his thick fingers spread your flesh open. Exposing your wet hold to the cold air. You shivered at how on display you felt. His tongue circled your entrance before sliding in.

A gasp left your clenched teeth at the sensation. His tongue wasn't extra long or thick, but the hot muscle licking at your walls, truly eating you out as he sucked your essence into his mouth had your legs trembling in place.

Daring to look down you opened your eyes again, noticing he was still staring back up at you. You couldn't help but grind down on his face, it felt so good and shameful at the same time.

When you pressed your hips closer to his face, his nose brushed up against your neglected clit, causing a moan to finally break through your lips. You felt his blunt nails dig into the flesh of your thighs, satisfied with your reaction

The obscene sounds of Kenjaku slurping and sucking your juices as he tongue fucked you added to how overwhelmed you were. Soft moans now spilling continuously from your lips.

He lifted his head, mouth and chin coated in your essence, licking at his own lips.

"Did you know, over one hundred years ago, men of science used to claim that you could tell how fertile a woman was based on their taste? I still don't know if it's true or just a myth used by perverted doctors," Kenjaku spoke. Again he was looking above you, obviously not speaking to you, which was a good thing as the words weren't fully processing in your mind.

Mahito seemed curios, tilting his head to the side. The gesture didn't suit his now uncanny form, two extra arms sprouting from his shoulders to keep your legs in place.

"What's it supposed to taste like?" the curse asked, not willing to say aloud that he wanted to taste.

Kenjaku lowered his mouth back to your pussy, tongue finally giving you the relief you desired by swirling it around your clit before sucking harshly at the bundle of nerves.

Your moan turned into a desperate whine as he sat up, hovering over your body, again interacting with the person you couldn't see.

Kenjaku again rested his palm on Mahito's cheek as he leaned in and kissed the curse. Mahito's mouth opened immediately, allowing Kenjaku's tongue in and swirling it with his own. Mahito sucked at the arousal coating the invading tongue.

The sight above you was so bizarre, and also unfortunately arousing. Kenjaku was obviously kissing someone, his lips pressing in and tongue moving in the air. You couldn't help but miss the feeling of him inside you. Your now empty pussy clenching around nothing.

"Please," you gasped out, still unable to use any of your limbs despite Kenjaku only having one hand on your hip.

Kenjaku used the hand resting on Mahito's cheek to push the curse away.

Both of Kenjaku's hands left you as he stepped back, taking in the sight before him. You spread open, covered in your own arousal, face flushed and covered in tears. Mahito above you and holding your still. It really was a shame you couldn't see him. At least you could still feel him.

Hands dropping to his own belt, Kenjaku stepped back up to you, rubbing the tip of his now free cock against your soaked pussy.

"I can't tell if you're begging me to stop or begging me to make your cunt cum all over this vessels cock. Which is it?" Kenjaku asked teasingly, the head of his cock rubbing against your entrance. His tone playful for the situation he'd forced upon you.

His words made you feel sick, despite the heat swirling in your guts you didn't actually want him to continue. Did you?

Your eyes widened as he started to press the head of his cock into you. You had definitely not been prepared enough for this. His tongue inside you was nothing compared to the thick cock stretching your entrance.

Thankful for his slow pace you tried to breathe steadily as he pressed into you.

"Fuck, your cunt is too tight. Can you relax for me, pet?" Kenjaku whispered. His voice measured, if not slightly strained.

His words and the hands now running up and down your pinned thighs made you want to listen to him. Every time he spoke you felt more compelled to obey, it had been that way since he first spoke to you. No matter how wrong this was, he felt so soothing.

You felt your muscles relaxing, allowing him to slip further into you. Your walls still stretching too far to accommodate his thick cock. While he hadn't fully filled you up, you felt him slide back out of you. Relief flooding your veins at him not being as big as you expected.

Kenjaku locked eyes with you, his hand guiding your face to make sure you were making eye contact. He smiled peacefully before winking at you. A sinking dread replacing the relief in your guts.

He snapped his hips forward, bottoming out far deeper in your pussy than you expected. A choked moan leaving your lips as he split you open. Instead of giving you time to adjust to his size Kenjaku set a punishing pace, slamming his hips into yours.

A chorus of shrieks and moans left your lips, unable to contain the feelings of pain and pleasure his thrusts were giving you. You were trying to stay relaxed but you couldn't help but clench at the violent intrusion. You felt your legs shake against the invisible grip holding you.

Sliding his large hand down from your face while still fucking into you, Kenjaku took hold of one of your legs. Freeing it from the grip it was in and holding it against his body. He manipulated your leg to hold you open at a different angle. Kissing at the ankle that was now in front of his face, his cock pressed even deeper inside of you.

The angle, while allowing him to go deeper also allowed him to brush up against a spot inside you that made your eyes roll back in pleasure. Your voice all moans and choked sobs as you felt your self crying again while he forced you toward orgasm.

"Can you- shut them up- Mahito?" Kenjaku asked, voice lower in pitch and strained from pleasure. While he wasn't moaning, hearing his voice quiver gave you some twisted pleasure. To know you were affecting him like this without doing anything made you not even notice his words.

You also didn't notice the smile forming on the curse above you's face, not that you could anyway.

Mahito lowered his face to yours, pausing just above you to study your face a little closer. He had never heard a human scream in pleasure before, though he guessed from your tears that it wasn't all pleasure. He loved the sounds you were making, but a command is a command.

Mahito slipped his tongue into your open mouth, sloppily kissing you. The angle was odd as is face was upside down, his nose brushing your chin. His tongue moving in your mouth with much less grace than Kenjaku's had with either of you.

Your eyes snapped open, choking on the intrusion. When you looked up you only saw Kenjaku, gripping your leg and fucking his thick cock into your spot with bruising accuracy. Whatever was kissing you must be the person holding you down, Mahito, you think you remember him say.

You tried to close your mouth, the feeling of kissing something you couldn't see unsettling. Though the sloppy movements of the eager tongue in your mouth did feel good, you felt yourself getting even wetter around Kenjaku's cock.

The feeling of the tongue in your mouth growing in size made you panic. What started as a normal muscle now filled your mouth. You could feel your spit seeping out of your mouth and mixing with your tears on your face. The kiss was too much, you couldn't breathe.

The lack of oxygen and the constant assault on your pussy ripped your orgasm from you. Pussy gushing cum around Kenjaku's cock and clenching your already tight hole around him, as if begging to be filled by his release.

The tongue in your mouth eased up into a more normal kiss as you gasped and gagged, choking on the force of your orgasm and your full mouth.

Suddenly the mouth was ripped from yours, leaving you panting and whimpering from overstimulation.

Kenjaku threaded the hand not holding your leg in Mahito's hair, yanking the curse's mouth away from you before forcing him into a bruising kiss. Kenjaku kissed Mahito with more tongue and teeth than last time. Moaning into the curse's mouth as your pussy squeezed his release out.

Kenjaku's thrusts slowing but still pushing so deep inside of you as he painted your womb and walls with his hot cum. Mahito took advantage of Kenjaku's moan by taking over the kiss, greedily sucking on his tongue again and exploring his mouth.

In your post orgasm haze you stared up at a slack-jawed Kenjaku, obviously being kissed the same way you had been. You watched him pull away slowly as his thrusts finally stopped inside of you. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his cock still buried in your pussy.

"You're lucky this was so much fun. Maybe I'll keep you around for a while as my pet until I tire of you. Unless you'd rather me keep my promise of ripping your brain out?"

#kenjaku x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #kenjaku #mahito #mahito x reader #kenjaku x mahito #kenjaku x mahito x reader #kenjaku smut #mahito smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x reader #getomahi

[prettyboykatsuki]

I love love love yandere tropes I will restrain myself to just one I prommy. Im feeling geto today. Geto & wisteria 💜

a /n ; hello miss aleks... thank u for requesting getou bc im insane abt him. a lot of requests for wisteria!! v interesting

cw ; yandere, captivitity, implied violence, reader talks about being hungry but it's largely metaphorical, gn!reader

W - Wisteria (long life, immortality): “Tell me I’m your god/goddess and I’ll grant you a slice of heaven.”

You're of the belief that your anger will someday mean something.

You hold onto this belief. You nurse it like a child that cries so loud it could shatter glass windows. More than anything, you want this anger festering inside of you to mean something. To be visible or potent. You hope with utmost sincerity that someday you will reveal it to someone and they will be the one to shrink back.

Getou is not above being cruel. He doesn't prefer it. The cruelty is not sadistic in nature - it's not something he draws pleasure from. Not usually. Not often enough for you to notice, though some times there's a gleam to him. A sharpness at the corners of his mouth when he twists your wrist just a little too hard that makes you wonder if you're missing something.

In all the ways Getou is cruel, it's not the violence nor hunger that makes you feel the most vulnerable. It's the indifference to your own humanity that you regard as most inhumane. It is the almost pitiful glare as you push towards him defiantly, unwilling to stand down.

Getou is authoritarian, but not pragmatic. This means, if you bare your teeth at him he will only go so far as muzzling you. Even if it's more practical to shave your fangs down to nubs - the practically of a tamed animal is not enough for Getou Suguru. He would rather you keep them sharp, keep them bared - and to teach you the same lesson until your exhausted. To beat it into you until your howl is faint in the wind.

Getou shows preference for taming. He does not punish your hostility with violence. It's never an eye for an eye. That would assume that you and him are equals and that could never be. There's no such reality where a human being could be equal to him. You can't see curses. You bruise easily. You shout and light your temper rise even easier.

The days pass by. Slowly like time is hesitant to widen the gaps of your sanity, though you know that is unavoidable. You hold on still. Your hands are holding on so tight to the thing within yourself that feels you're sure your knuckles are white.

And Getou remains. Still. Steady. Not omnipotent. Because even a foolish human like you can recognize that only old times Gods are capable of acting selfish.

The chain around your neck feels heavy when Getou enters your quarters. A place with no sunlight and no wind. Getou approaches you like always, a softened smile. Long hair that flows down his back, tied half-up.

He always walks towards you, but never crouches to your height. As if he's waiting for the day you come to him obediently. Crawl towards him on your hands and knees with nothing but desperation. It hasn't come yet.

But he feels merciful. So he bends down and comes towards you, reaching his hand onto to touch you. Your limbs are heavy from exhaustion. Nothing much of a fight today, as he reaches his hand to pet your cheek.

"Tired today, hm?" He asks. He's not smug about it. You almost wish he was.

"Fuck off."

"So cold to me. Such a shame. I really cherish you, you know? I don't do this for just anyone." He says, nauseatingly sincere.

"Is this your idea of being cherished? You're sick."

"Don't be silly. Of course it isn't. I'm disciplining you. Trying to help you understand."

Anger bubbles up within you again. If your throat wasn't so hoarse you would scream.

"Understand what exactly?"

"That you're doomed to this, but you don't have to be." He strokes your thumb with your cheek, growing close. His eyes are so dark you can see yourself in them. You don't recognize your reflection anymore "Tell me I'm your God. Mean it. And I'll grant you a slice of heaven. You'd be happy if you could listen."

"I'll never give in to you. Never." You say, all too bitterly. He gives you a fond laugh.

"I like that part of you too. It reminds me of someone."

#return to sender #yandere cw #yandere ask game #writing tag #getou x reader #jjk x reader #dark content cw #reader is hungry in a literal sense but its an act of protest and getou doesnt put up with it in the first place #these two have so much lore fdkjs

[pedropascalsx]

dominance! dieter bravo x f!reader.

Summary:  Dieter returns home from his press tour, and punishes you for teasing him whilst he was away.

Rating: Explicit.

Warnings:  I mean it’s filth? No plot. Just filth. Teasing, P in V sex, Unprotected sex, Creampie, Oral (M&F receiving), Dieter uses his robe cord to restrain you, Use of restraints, Mentions of safe-words(not used), Fingering, Throat fucking and some fluff. Oh and established relationship. Dom! Dieter? Idk.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Okay, so i’m still learning how to write smut. And I tried here, I think my work is flowing better but it’s still an issue for me. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!

It was a battle for dominance from the offset, your lips had smashed together in a desperate need. The two weeks you’d been apart had felt longer, and the need inside of you had burned stronger and stronger; until a constant ache had formed between your legs and seemed determined to stay until he was able to come and take it away.

  He didn’t speak. The moment he threw down his suitcase, your arms wrapped around his neck and your mouths attached.

  The kiss was electrifying, being controlled by a hunger deep within you both. Your tongues fighting against each other like they were at war, and a steady flow of moans were being plunged down each others throats like sirens; the sounds encouraging both of you to fight harder and with more passion.

  You all but dragged him into the bedroom, his right hand holding your face as tightly as it could; gripping tight enough to leave a small patches of redness where his fingertips had pressed.

  You were dressed in his favourite green robe, not expecting him to be back until the next day you had snuggled up into the thing he wore the most. The smell of him permanently nestled between each fibre of material; you loved that the smell of him lingered on your soft skin every time you wore it.

  You undid the small knot you’d tied at the front and began to let in sink off of your shoulders, but before it could fall to the floor; he caught it.

  “Not so quick, sweet thing” he mumbled against the plush of your kiss swollen lips, you watched as he ripped the cord from the belt loops and threw it on the bed letting the robe fall around your ankles onto the hardwood flooring. “You teased me every-single-day, making me listen to you cum when I couldn’t touch myself, sending me filthy little pictures when I was at work and I warned you that you were going to get punished… and I have just the punishment in mind.”

  A small whimper escaped your lips as you watched his eyes dart over to the cord and back to your face. “Strip and get on the bed, baby girl” he ordered before dropping a hard kiss on your lips, “Don’t make me ask again.”

  You complied. Pushing your shorts and panties down in one clean sweep, before pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it somewhere behind you. You took slow calculated steps backwards towards the bed, and shimmered up until you were resting against the headboard. “Your turn” you said with a gesture towards his fully dressed form.

  “All in good time, baby. Now lay down.” You pushed yourself down until your head was rested comfortably on your pillow, feeling him as he crawled up your length his broad body encompassing yours.

  “What’s the safe-word, baby?” Dieter snarled as he dipped his face into the crook of your neck, and lightly nipped. His arms lifted yours above your head as you writhed beneath him; thighs squeezing together to try and quell some of the ache.

  “Peaches” you croaked out as he gently sucked on the skin his teeth had grazed over.

  “Good girl.”

  You watched as he slowly pulled himself up and straddled you, focusing all his weight onto his knees as not to hurt you. “Arms together and link your fingers” he ordered. An excited mewl escaped your lips as he grabbed the cord and started to bind your wrists together. You revelled in catching the tiny smirk that briefly spread across his lips at the sound he pulled from you.

  “Traffic light system, baby. Use the safe-word if needed. You keep your hands where they are, and if you don’t you’ll be punished further.”

  He stepped off the bed and you thought he was going to get undressed. But, instead he just… looked. He took his sweet time; taking in the sweet view in front of him. You spread out across the bed that you share; completely naked, vulnerable and wriggling around with need.

  “So fucking perfect” he breathed out just above a whisper “So naughty of you to have been teasing me, sending me those gorgeous little pictures… knowing I had to wait to be able to touch you” a shiver ran down you spine as he gently reached over and squeezed your breast before completely removing his touch from you again.

  “And now look at you. Getting a taste of your own medicine. How does it feel, baby?”

  The only sound that left your body was a desperate groan, you’d taken to biting down on your lower lip to try and suppress the urge to beg him to fuck you. The urge growing stronger by the second.

  “Answer me.” He ordered and you felt a new wave of arousal flood your core.

  “Please, Dieter, please” you choked out and a sly grin spread across his face.

  “Please? Oh, my poor baby, that’s not an answer.”

  “I need you, Dieter” you cried out as he leaned over and pulled your thighs apart.

  He studied you for a few moments, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he did so. You were soaking, you could feel it and you knew it had to be completely obvious. He mumbled something incoherent with a smirk forming across his lips, as he ran a single finger through your glistening folds. He then bought it up to his lips and tasted you on himself. The moan that left his mouth was sinful, the sound making you clamp around nothingness.

  “Dieter, please” you begged, almost bringing your restrained hands down to try and relieve some of the ache yourself.

  The way your body was writhing around, the moans and cries you were unwillingly letting slip, made him growl; his eyes almost completely black as the lust within him had consumed them.

  He dived between your legs, hands coming up to grip your thighs with such a tight hold that little bruises formed over the next few days. He wasted no time in letting his tongue hungrily lap at your pussy, lapping and sucking at your clit until your thighs were shaking and your ragged breaths and moans were vibrating off the walls. You felt your realise steaming towards you, the ache in your thighs finally beginning to die away and just as it was reaching its peak… he pulled away.

  The broken sob that you choked out made him feel a pang of guilt in his chest. But, it quickly subsided as you gave into temptation and your bound hands flew down from above your head as you attempted to drag your dying orgasm back to the surface.

  “Uh-oh, baby girl” he growled as he pushed your hands away from your pulsing clit, “That belongs to me. And did I say you could touch it? No. In fact, I specifically told you to keep your hands where they were.” His chest heaved up and down as he watched you wriggle beneath him.

  “Colour?”

  “Green.” You confirmed and in one fluid movement he reached down and rolled you onto your belly.

  His strong palm came down and rested on your ass. Slowly and gently rubbing your plush cheeks, before he ripped it away and bought it back down swiftly striking your skin and making you cry out in a mix of shock and pleasure.

  “Naughty girls get punished” he grunted out from behind gritted teeth before bringing his hand up and repeating the motion. He soothed the area for a few seconds, tracing his fingertips against the red welted skin and then he struck it again. It‘s rare you ever see this side of Dieter, usually so desperate to give and receive pleasure …and as much you love that side of him, you can’t help but relish in these moments.

  “I think you’re enjoying this” he says with a tut, “I think you want Daddy to punish you, don’t you princess?”

He slams his palm against your reddened cheek one more time, before dropping a kiss on the area.

  “Get off of the bed, drop down to your knees and rest your hands in your lap. Do not touch yourself.” He demanded and you obeyed instantly. He stood a few feet in front of you. You watched himself finally freeing himself of his clothes, undoing the grey shirt that he looked so deliciously broad in and throwing it to the floor without any care.

  “Look at you, baby” he murmured as he reached down to palm himself through his jeans, the obvious outline of his hardened cock making you bite your lip. “So desperate for daddy’s cock.”

  “Beg for it, and he might let you suck it” he said before undoing his belt, and pulling it free from his jeans, hands beginning to fumble with his button before stopping, “Come on then. I’m not hearing anything, baby girl.”

  A desperate moan escaped through your lips as you looked him up and down from your kneeled position, a slight taste of blood had filled your mouth from the way you were biting down on your lip; “Fuck, Dieter… Daddy. I need it. Need it so badly, please, fuck. It’s all I’ve been able to think about, I’ve been playing with my pussy nonstop thinking about you” you admit with a sob.

  “Yeah, I know, pretty baby. You drove me fucking wild with all those pictures. Do you know how hard it was to not get on a fucking flight and come back to you? How many times I had to sit with a pillow stuffed in my lap during interviews because you had made me so goddamn hard? Beg fucking harder.”

  “Please, daddy, please. Please fuck me. Fuck my mouth. Throat fuck me and fill my mouth with your cum.”

  Another filthy groan came flooding out of his mouth. He ripped open the button on his jeans pulling them down as quickly as he could. The sight of his cock made you gasp, no matter how many times you’d seen it before; it always did. The thickness of him was unmatched, the length impressive but nothing compared to his girth. You licked your lips in anticipation and the moment he stood out of his jeans, he was storming across the room back across to you.

  “Open your mouth” he demanded his fingers trailing your lips as he did so, he slipped in his thumb in and ordered you to suck. “Good girl. Do you think you deserve my cock in there?” he asked and you nodded your head, blinking up at him through your long lashes with a look of innocence splashed across your face.

  “Open wide” he grunted as he pulled his thumb free and lined in cock up with lips. You carefully licked at the head. Tasting the bead of pre-cum that had leaked out, he held the underside of his cock as the slowly dragged the head across your lips, before pushing himself in until you gagged. “Keep your hands in your lap, baby, and remember no fucking touching. Me or yourself.” His

left hand came up to cup side of your face, whilst his other hand wrapped around the back of your head and he began his pace. Slowly rocking his cock in and out of your mouth, ordering you to suck harder as he increased the pace. His cock twitching and heavy on your tongue, pulsating in pleasure every time you hummed or moaned around him. “Good fucking girl” he spat and the praise went straight to your core, “Keep sucking my cock this well and I’ll let you cum on it.”

  You hummed happily around his length at the thought of him finally granting you your release, you bobbed your head as much as you could against his rocking hips and he mumbled incoherent praises from above you.

  “Stop” he ordered just as his motions got sloppier, “Want to fill up that pretty little cunt” he said as he pulled you off of him. “Get back up on the bed, head on the pillow as you were and spread those gorgeous legs for me” he whispered right in your ear after pulling you up from the floor.

  You barely had time to rest your head down before he was climbing in between your legs, pushing your arms back over your head and dropping down to kiss you. The same fiery kiss as before, stopping to nip on your lips before his tongue reignited the fight against yours. His fingers dragged through your folds; before finding home on your clit - drawing perfect circles across your sensitive bud- as he continued to kiss you and once he was content you were ready for him, he lined himself up and began sheathing himself inside of you.

  The delicious way he fills you always makes you gasp out loud. From the moment his head breaches your entrance, up until he fills you up; small sinful gasps flow freely from your lips. He always relished in every sound, loving how they flew directly into his mouth as he rocked up into you.

  He rips himself away from your lips, but not before peppering a few fleeting kisses before doing so; working immediately to find that spongey sweet spot inside of you, that he somehow seems to be magnetised to. It didn’t take long until he found it and he was watching your eyes roll back into your head, listening as filth spilled from your lips and taking pleasure in the praises you smothered him in.

  “I fucking love your cock, Dieter” you choked out as he dragged himself across the pleasure center inside of you, “I fucking love you.”

  “I love you too, sweet baby” he choked out as he began a brutal pace, fucking you into the mattress like his life depended on it.

  “You like this, huh? You like me fucking you like the dirty whore that you are?” he gritted down at you, watching your gorgeous face contort in pleasure beneath him.

  Words failed you as pleasure consumed you, you managed a slight nod before you felt yourself tighten around him, gripping him with all your might as you flooded around his cock; managing to scream out his name as he continued pumping in and out. Your arousal coating the sparse hair at the bottom of his shaft and dripping out down your thighs and onto the bedspread.

  “Colour?” he asked gently.

  “Still green” you whispered back.

  “Good. You’re going to cum again, and then i’m going to fill this pretty little pussy up; okay baby? Rub your clit for me.”

  Pleasure still clouding your brain you mumbled something unintelligible that made him chuckle before reaching up and pulling your still restrained down to the core, slightly loosening the knot so you could rub your bundle of nerves easier.

  “Good girl baby” he praised as you slowly rubbed circles around your clit.

  He picked up the pace again as soon as he was happy you were ready, once again aiming perfectly and precisely for that spot inside of you. Loving the way you were pulling his cock deeper, and loving feeling your walls flutter around him. “That’s a good girl” he praised again.

  It didn’t take long for that feeling to build back up again, pleasure flooding through your bloodstream as he pounded in and out of your core, whilst watching you play with yourself for him.

  You clamped down around him so hard that he let out a shaky breath, his movements temporarily being shunted as you came hard around him. Your fingers fell away from your clit and his thumb immediately took over, continuing to provide your clit stimulation as you rode out your orgasm.

  The sound of you chanting his name in a cock-drunk haze was enough to pull forth his own orgasm and three or four thrusts later he was coating your walls with his pleasure. Each rope filling you deeper and deeper as he thrusted harder each time, continuing until he was completely spent.

  He pulled out of you and you almost sobbed at the sudden loss of him, he rolled onto his side and watched as you laid there in your fucked out bliss.

  His hand trailed the length of your body, still needing to feel you and you felt how his eyes never left you once.

  A wild smile spread across his face as you giggled a few time, a smile deep enough so that his dimple was perfectly prominent. “I missed you” he whispered as he shuffled closer to you, “Hate press tours. Hate being away from you” he said as he eased you onto your side to face him.

  “I missed you too, sweetheart” you said before rubbing your nose against his, “So happy to have you home.”

  “Mhmm, so happy to be home. How does sharing a nice hot bath sound? Try and can get that bathroom floor as soaking wet as you are?”

  “Sounds perfect, Mr. Bravo.”

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x you #dieter bravo x female reader #dieter bravo x reader #dieter bravo x f!reader #my fanfics #my fics #fanfiction #my fanfiction #the bubble #the bubble fanfiction

[ur-catboy]

3 for the ask game?

Does your OC have a "public vs. private" snz sound? If so, what's the difference?

ty for the ask love <3

when im out w ppl i try to usually stifle… but since its so hard for me to hold back i don’t do v well most of the time hehe

sometimes i rlly do make a mess of myself…

at home i let everything out & i think they sound a lil wetter n less restrained ;) that is unless i wanna make myself desperate, then maybe i stifle a lil bit~

#uc #uc ask #snz #snz catboy

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 594, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child

WORDS: 1050

“There are the Ratajczyk babies now!”

Peter and I were both watching grainy security footage as police officers crawled all over the Chuck E Cheeses location. We watched as Governor Paul Thomas Grantsville came into frame, picking up Baby Noah before turning to walk off. Little girl latched onto his leg and wouldn’t let go until he reached down to pull her off, rewarding him with a strong bite on his hand. Baby Tommy zipped of, probably to go find his daddy as the governor shook his hand, gritting his teeth as he finally threw off the child, hurling her into a wall. He then turned on his heel and disappeared around the corner. Little girl picked herself up, clearly dazed as she wobbled about on her two feet before promptly breaking down into messy tears.

“That’s my girl!” Peter chuckled, fond pride on his face.

“Peter,” I grounded him with a stern voice before turning to the chuckling police officer in the room. “What happens now?”

“We’re looking for the governor’s properties and we will dispatch officers to go pay him a visit.”

“Oh,” I whimpered out from my place on Peter’s lap, tucking my face into his manly chest. “My love, do you think we can try for a restraining order?”

“If I may interject myself here, any judge would be a fool to turn away your request for legal protection.”

“Thanks,” Peter grunted, pressing a whiskery kiss to my temple before standing and exiting the cramped back room with me cradled lovingly in his muscular arms. “I’m taking you and the kids home now- it’s best to allow the professionals to work now.”

The only thing that left my lips was a choked cry before tears began to freely flow down my face as I pressed myself in deeper into his chest.

After we all had been tucked away in the car, I thought to call James- he and his husband had both been whisked away to Mercy Memorial in an ambulance, Ryley having been called and on standby to tend to her uncle’s goddaughter.

“Yeah, she suffered a concussion, and she’s been ordered to take it easy for the next six weeks,” James told me, his voice a mixture of worry and pride. “A police officer swabbed her month- she bit the sonofabitch so hard that she drew blood. The DNA evidence will be used to help identify the perpetrator.”

“We’re bringing little girl’s presents with us to our house,” I told him as Peter began to approach the car with his arms full of presents. Little Christopher trotted off at his side, helping with packing the gifts into the back of the Doom Buggy 3.0. “You or Aaron can come by and grab them whenever is best.”

“Thank you, Mary Claire.” I could only picture him slumping in a chair in an exam room with Ryley working her doctor witchcraft on little girl. “What would I ever do without you?”

“You’d be single and childless,” I told him bluntly, barking out a laugh at the look I felt him shooting me. “Well, you did ask me!”

“Mommy, is liddle gurl okay?” Baby Tommy meeped out, chewing on his little baby fist.

“Little girl’s head suffered a booboo,” I told him as Peter climbed into the driver’s seat and strapped on his seatbelt. “Hihi my love.”

“Hihi sweetheart,” he greeted me in a gentle rumble. “Are you on the phone with Aaron?”

“I’m actually on the phone with James,” I gently corrected him.

“Daddy, liddle girl got a booboo on her head!” Baby Tommy spilled the tea as Peter pulled out from his parking spot, being careful not to run over any of the kids.

“A booboo?” Peter gasped, coming to a halt at a red light. “Poor little girl.”

“She’ll be alright, my love,” I told him, retucking my cell phone back into my bra and reaching across to settle my hand onto his tense knee. “Kids always bounce back- they’re resilient that way.”

“I know they are sweetheart,” he chuckled, taking off when the light turned from red to green. “Bitty when she suffered that knot on the side of her head, Katie after CPS stepped in and took her away from her parents, little girl after that despicable excuse of a human being broke in and threatened to harm her, little girl after that racoon attacked her, little girl after she was born on the toilet…”

“Alright my love, I get it, I get it!” I told him, wrinkling my nose up at him as he turned onto the freeway to take his family home once more.

My babies are so strong and loving, I thought as I glanced behind me, seeing Baby Tommy sandwiched between Baby Mattie and Baby Teddy and Elizabeth and Elle, Baby Jojo and Katie and Jing in the very back. Please don’t grow up so quickly. Can you please remain as mommy’s sweet babies for just a little bit longer?

TAGLISTS ARE OPEN/ ASK BOX IS OPEN/ REQUESTS ARE OPEN/ PLOT BUNNIES ARE WELCOMED

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@rock-a-noodle

@ch3rry-c01a

#Real person fiction (RPF) #Tattooed Wings #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Type O Negative #Vanessa Rose Pickings/ little girl #Special needs baby #Aria Bradley #Evie Bradley #Deaf #American Sign Language (ASL) #Elizabeth Ratajczyk #Alopecia #Thomas Joseph Ratajczyk/ Baby Tommy #Autism #Katie Ratajczyk #Down’s Syndrome #Baby Violet Marie #Neonatal death #Baby Eve Lynn Ratajczyk #Abandoned baby #Matthew James Ratajczyk/ Baby Mattie #Brandon Edward Ratajczyk/ Baby Teddy #Josephine Rose Ratajczyk/ Baby Jojo #Matching tattoos soulmate AU

[boydepartment]

Jayjay don't call me your love i might fall in love with you 😭😭

thanks for offering me a place to vent 🥺 i don't really have anybody to talk to rn and i'm starting to pity the people i work with that have to listen to me

also?? you live in a desert??? that's wild..

i've lived my whole life in a place where it gets v cold and snows during winter. it's hard to imagine life without it(not that i like the cold or snow at all)

so if i requested something that involved snow would you be able to write about it???

like what if i requested for you to write something about a cute date on a snowy night with riki? where there's scarf sharing 👉👈 nd hot chocolate 👉👈👉👈

restraining myself from requesting ANOTHER friends to lovers

🧈BTTR🧈

BUTTTTERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!

first off!!! you can always vent to me, i will always listen to you and if needed or wanted give advice. it’s all of our first times living so sometimes we need help and that’s okay :3

i do! technically i’m in the more city area however during summer i think we hit 118 fahrenheit (48 celsius) for a week. so during summers we stay indoors and then winters when it’s cooler that’s when we go out. because even if it’s cold it’s not snowing or even raining much. so it’s kinda flipped where i live.

i think our coldest weather this winter was like 44 fahrenheit (7 celsius) and i’m with you i’m terrible with the cold so i couldn’t imagine snow. like you know that scene in twilight where she’s like “any whether cold AND wet i hate.” that’s ME. bc i’m bad with the cold but adding moisturizer makes the cold stay. and i’m already freezing even during the summers. it’s like that other scene in twilight where she bumps hands with him in the car and he’s like “omg you’re so cold.” that’s ME. like anytime my dad helps me with anything like the other day he was helping me out of a restaurant booth and he was like “jay everytime i touch your hand it’s like i just touched a corpse.”

HOWEVER sorry to go on a tangent

if you requested anything i will always try my best to write it up for you ❤️ so yes request away!

i can start working on that riki idea rn if you want too 🫶❤️ i’ve always wanted to see snow again so maybe i can vicariously live through my writing lolz

I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY BUTTER MY LOVE!!!!! hope to hear back from you soon

also i am way too tired rn to spell check this message so i apologize if any of my words are scrambled :( i’ve been studying french more and adding another language on top of that so my english is fucked rn and i’ve been getting like my words jumbled or misspelled

[hoochieblues]

tagged by @aria-i-adagio, tysm! Tagging @highwayphantoms, @carabas, @1ichen and anyone else who'd like to play. No pressure :)

Do you play an instrument?

Not competently, especially since I fucked up my fretting hand. A little piano, some guitar. I'm terrible, but I have fun. Back in my 'I'm with the band' phase, I learned how to blow harp, which is a skill nobody really needs and is mostly about standing on pedals.

Favourite book characters?

Arrgh. I love many fictional darlings in many different media, in many permutations of be them/fuck them/eat them/fix them, so I'll pull out the most recent rather than choose. The Exorcist's Damien Karras (novel), the man so emo he's actually embarrassed to be alive, but who still finds optimism on the bleeding edge of duty (or does he?). Honorable mentions to Esme Weatherwax and Lady Sybil Ramkin, bc Discworld novels were a bright spot for me for years.

What’s your star sign?

Aries, but with an Aquarius moon (VIII) and Virgo ascendant (V). I used to make enough beer money off doing natal charts, palmistry, and tarot that I can explain what this means and why it both is and is not important.

Favourite colour schemes?

I am maximalist trash. Bring me your jewel tones, pair them with wind-bleached wood and copper flower pots and patchwork blankets. One day I'll live somewhere I can paint the walls and everyone will be sorry.

Naps or long sleep?

Long sleeps. I don't sleep well and I have chronic fatigue/pain/bullshit so I'm always tired. "Naps" are usually what happen when I black out and wake up with a panic attack bc I don't know wtf is going on, where I am, or potentially what species I am. One day I will try an intentional one.

What languages do you speak?

English. I read more than I speak in French, German, Italian, and Spanish, but I wouldn't trust myself conversationally unless the conversation is reaaallly simple. I once nearly got arrested in Germany in part due to this fact.

Dreams/aspirations?

I mean, not to get heavy, but... I just spent the past 4-5 years putting myself back together (the biggest WIP) after extensive trauma processing, and I would like the happy now, please. I dream of being able to live in the space I need with the ability to have loved people around me. I want bad movie nights and kitchen table pizza and reciprocal friendships and other things I've found hard to achieve (in part because the horrors. You know. They're endless.). People whose weirdness complements my own, and vice versa. I'd like to be better about not isolating myself, bc I'm humbled when I'm reminded people actually do like having me around. (Buuh???) I'd like to get off TERF Island and go somewhere that feels like home, but I'm sick enough that free healthcare (and being broke) restrains me.

I aspire to get off my ass and properly rebuild my life/career, including my writing. To share stories that people love, that I'm proud of and that were written without constraint, financial necessities, or house style guides. I'd like to make a difference in my community (to have a community to make a difference in) and enough land access that I could take on more of the "difficult" foster dogs I have to turn down bc space.

Long hair or Short Hair?

I wore it short when I was a kid (mostly bc it's very thick and curly and no one in my family knew shit about curly hair) but it's been mid-length for a long time now, mostly to provide a canvas for the colours I like putting in it. I think I'm going hot pink and orange next.

Tea or coffee?

I drink both and I have what is essentially Ely's big gay tea shelf from Go Fish (1994), plus I love my matcha, but lbr I mainline coffee by the quart (chronic fatigue again). I've never been rich enough to be too gourmet about much, but I love my single estate fair trade nonsense. I'm considering becoming fully insufferable and grinding my own beans. And yet, there's still a lot to be said for 4am greasy spoon coffee, so I guess I can appreciate variety?

Bring a book character to life or go into a fictional world?

Oooh. Tough. I had a Goncharov joke ready to go here, but I'll be good. Because I love Ray Bradbury and I also re-read Tom Reamy and Katherine Dunn recently (Blind Voices/San Diego Lightfoot Sue and Geek Love, respectively), I'm going to say I want to go into whatever weird shared universe spec fic authors were all creating in the 70s/80s, where magic realism was a thing and carny culture was repeatedly being used as a stand-in for non-exclusionary diversity.

The Howl's Moving Castle Principle probably applies here, too: take me somewhere I can consort with demons to get a well-cooked breakfast, flee from my problems, and somehow own my own home while refusing to do anything more constructive than be a sulking pile of slime. Seems reasonable.

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[finnlongman]

u seem so passionate and as someone who doesn't have a Great Passion in life I am v curious abt that. do u think u were always bound to be interested in writing & medieval Irish literature, regardless of what happened? if u didn't have them, do u think u would have developed different, equally strong Passions (i.e do u think u are just "wired" for passion)? or would u have "missed the boat" so to speak if u didn't come across them? (+ do u have advice for someone like me, w/o a "Great Passion"?)

Oh, that's a really interesting question. I often wonder what would have happened if my grandma hadn't given me The New Policeman and sparked my interest in folklore and trad music that eventually led me to medieval lit, that's for sure.

I do think I'm wired for passion, because I seem utterly incapable of having casual hobbies. Everything I do, I kind of throw myself into, which is not always sensible or practical. I have a history of taking up a new hobby, getting super into it for a year or so (to the point of planning a career or at least a competitive hobby around it), and then moving on to something else. So although I often circle back to the previous hobbies, my past is still littered with those I've abandoned...

I have a deeply all-or-nothing personality, which can be destructive at times. I'm also, frankly, incapable of spending time on anything that bores me, so if it doesn't grab the "all", it gets the "nothing", and I drop it almost immediately. I suspect I may have ADHD, although I haven't been diagnosed, and this seems to be reflected in the way I'll bounce around a handful of different things that I care deeply about, because if I try and do the same thing for too long, I'll get bored and drop it, and things I don't care much about can't grab my interest enough to let me bounce to them.

Hence, as well as medieval Irish literature I also write novels in a range of genres, and between edits for one novel I'll run off and write something completely different, and when I'm not doing that I'm in the dance studio, etc etc. This is a recipe for burnout, and I have chronic pain and fatigue already, so I'm not saying this is a good thing. Just that it seems to be how I'm wired.

But sometimes I feel I care too passionately about too many different things, and I envy those who have One Thing that they're good at, and can focus on, and which they don't periodically have to run away from for a few months so they don't break their interest in it forever.

I don't think there's anything wrong with not being a super intense all-or-nothing kind of person – many therapists would say it's better not to be, as you'll be less inclined to take a "boom and bust" approach to life, i.e. wildly overcommitting to things until you burn out/injure yourself/have a breakdown because you didn't know when to stop. There is a lot to be said for having a casual interest in many things!

That said, if you're finding it super hard to be interested in anything and everything's leaving you cold... you MIGHT be depressed. I've been there. So just worth thinking about. But if you're just Normal Levels of Interested in things, that is completely okay! Not everybody is a hyperfocusing weirdo like me!

Finally, it might just be that you haven't found your thing yet. I didn't really get into the Ulster Cycle properly until final year undergrad, even though I'd been into medieval Irish lit from the start, and it wasn't until I started engaging with it creatively (i.e. writing To Run With The Hound) that I started getting really emotionally invested on more than an academic level. It just needed the right moment and the right circumstances to click.

My advice is to keep exploring what interests you, keep finding new ways to engage with the things that interest you, and don't be afraid to bounce around and try out different ones. But some people are more restrained in their passions and that's not a bad thing – it may even be a good thing in many ways.

#anon good sir #answered