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The Mating Run

It truly wasn’t fair. Your lungs burned as you ducked, jumped and sprinted across the wooded terrain, your knees and calf muscles tightening at each fall of your bare feet. You were no match for them, even if you were a very strong runner. You kept your eyes dead set on the light that came through the opening of the dense forest. All you had to do was get through the clearing, before the sun set, then you could really pick up your speed.

A long, low howl sounded from behind you, igniting a chorus of echoing howls that sent chills up your spine and made every hair on your body stand straight. Your heart was for sure going to explode before you reached the clearing.

A snap of teeth at your left ankle made a startled scream escape your burning throat. Damn them and their stealthy silence. A few growls and a couple more snaps of sharp fanged jaws came from behind you as you hurtled a fallen tree. There was at least four that had caught up to you, and your blood was set on fire as you heard their heavy breathing so close. Fuck, fuck, fuck…

This was what was called the mating run. A tradition among the pack you had found yourself belonging too. You weren’t born in the pack, you had no magical blood in you at all, just plain human. But a few years ago you had been rescued by a few of the males, saving you from a truly horrible fate. They had kept you with them and healed you, letting you into their private world, showing you all their secrets. From that day on you had decided to stay, becoming one of them…one of the wolves.

The ritual you were participating in today had been something you were training for for months now. Typically it would have been a female wolf, one that was ready to mate with an eligible male, being chased in wolf form. Making it a difficult catch. You, a human, had to train to make it more exciting for them.

The wolves of the pack were not the average wolf, they were massive, muscled, beautiful creatures that you were sure had started the myths of werewolf’s. But these wolves were not blood thirsty animals of nightmares, but ancient creatures that wanted to be left alone, left to live with their customs and traditions, away from the harmful ways of humans. And so there you found yourself, one of the pack…running, twigs and leaves catching on your long auburn hair, being chased by 12 eligible males.

The weeks leading up to the chase had left you so tired you could hardly believe you had the energy to propel you forward at the moment. All 12 males had been courting you for weeks, even though you were not the only female up for a mating run. This caused some tension between you and the other females, some thinking it extremely unfair the ‘human’ girl was getting so much attention, them being use to being the ones sought after. It’s not like you wanted the attention, just the exoticness of you left many of the males (taken or not) drooling (literally) after you. You were peak erotic fantasy to them, being able to fuck a human in their wolf form. It was taboo, slightly frowned upon, and very rare since they kept so closely to themselves and other neighboring packs.

You were a gem…a very fuckable gem.

So the 12 males had been after you, bringing you gifts and treasures, never letting you out of their sight. You quickly became use to them touching, and rubbing on you, it was instinct to them as you were already use to cuddling up to their hairy, massive bodies. But when hormones and the mating call were added, it became a hundred times worse. Whether they were in wolf form or human you were constantly on ones lap, or on ones back, or hands and arms were around your waist, your shoulders, brushing gently against your accented curves. It was pure sexual torture, they teased you with their lips, their long wolf tongues, their teeth but none were allowed to take it too far. Your true pleasure was meant for the one who caught you.

A flash of ghostly white flicked past your vision, it took every ounce of strength not turn your head, knowing it would make you lose your footing. Another flash of white as a massive pure white wolf passed 100 yards to your left..then a long, low very familiar howl sounded in your ears. You couldn’t help but let your lips twitch into a smile and heat pooled in your belly at the sound.

This white wolf was the wolf you wanted the most.

He was second in command of the pack, in line to be chief in the near future. He was the most perfect specimen you had ever seen in your life, both in human form and in wolf form. He had been the one that saved you from your early death all those years ago, had been the one to teach you all the ways of the pack. He wasn’t one for sweet words, or romantic gestures, but he had made it very clear that you were the one he wanted (which was a reason you were almost killed again, but this time by one of the female wolves, but that’s a whole other story).

In human form, his hair was as black as night that fell to his midback, his eyes shining charcoal as they gazed after you night after night of the past month as you would make the ceremonial walk to your room, only sheathed in a thin layer of cotton, leaving nothing to the imagination. He was taller than the others and naturally very muscular, so his wolf form was also the biggest, and the strongest. To have the perfect white fur he had when he shifted was something of a ‘gift from the gods’, the elders would say. He had been blessed from birth and was highly respected among the packs of the north, no one messed with him.

So you were rather surprised to still have three wolves in solid pursuit behind you, blatantly challenging the second in command. He was the furthest from you but kept the pace you did so you could see him in the corner of your eye. Your heart beat so quickly you were once again sure it was going to burst. The clearing was closer now, the sun shining dimly, almost set. You had to get through before your human eyes betrayed you.

Another howling chorus set you sprinting at full speed.

You burst through the clearing and the open meadow shined gold in the setting sun, the twilight coming to an end. The stars shown behind you, the moon barely creating light over the woods. You let yourself a quick glance behind you, four massive wolves were a breath away from catching you.

You scream despite yourself which resulted in possessive growling behind you. The chase really got them going.

A flash of white right next to you made you turn your head. He was looking right at you, keeping your pace, you could reach your arm out and touch him if you wanted. Your breathing was become uneven as your speed slowed.

He knew it was time.

With a snap of his jaws you screamed again and lost your footing, landing on your side in the soft meadow flowers and rolling down a slight hill. He was with you the whole way, snapping his jaws at two other males who had caught up.

Then you felt the sharp pain of thick teeth sinking into your shoulder. You come to a stop as a giant wolf stood over you, his jaw possessively held tight to you, his white fur tickling your almost bare skin.

He growled deep as the 11 other males surround you both. One by one they went to the ground, ears back, accepting their defeat. The white wolf let go of your shoulder, lapping at the blood dripping from the wounds he created. Tasting your blood was all part of the ritual.

You rolled onto your back, your chest heaving as your heart tried to slow its pace. He moved off of you and then began to circle you, the eyes of the other wolves following his every move. Were they going to stay to watch? No one had mentioned that.

The light slip you wore barely covered any of your curves, your breasts were heavy as your nipples hardened in the now cool evening air. You brought yourself up onto your elbows as you watched him circle you again. His eyes locked with yours as he paced in front of you, then he tilted his giant head back and howled a triumph howl into the night air. The others did not follow suit this time.

He approached you then, his muzzle close to your skin as he sniffed from your shoulders down to your feet. Your chest still rose and fell rapidly as your lungs burned for the air you were gulping. But even as your body screamed in protest from the marathon it just endured, the heat between your legs was pooling, ready for the next step. He growled low as he bent forward, sniffing at you, pushing your legs open to get his nose right at the apex of your thighs. You let your legs fall open, still leaning on your elbows watching him as he then growled again as he inhaled your arousal.

A long tongue curled out and swept up the damp slit of your bare womanhood, panties had not been allowed for this. You grown and fall back as he licks you a few more times, leaving you soaking wet. You moan and move your hips against his muzzle, a low sound of approval coming from his massive body. Maybe he was going to be gentle with you, not take you like he would another wolf..

But then as if he had read your mind, he growled low and pushed you aggressively with his shoulders, making you flip over onto your stomach. He pushed one massive paw under your hips, as if demanding you raised them to him. So you brought your ass up, knees bending into the soft ground.

Completely open and vulnerable.

Completely his.

You felt his hardness on the side of your thigh as he positioned himself over you, it felt so hot and so very…thick. A quick wave of panic passed over you as you rested your cheek into the grass, watching his paws come to rest on either side of your body, his massive head leaning down to sniff around your face, another deep growl as he licked your cheek, a final sweet gesture….

Then you felt like your were being torn open. You screamed out as his massive length sheathed itself inside your tight body, unapologetically pushing pass all barriers, no warning, no waiting. This was not to be the gentle love making of your romance novels, no sweet words, no soft touches…

Just full on fucking.

And that’s what he did, he thrusts his powerful hips into you again and again, his thick cock pushing so deep inside you you swore he was going to tear you apart. He panted above you, his wolfish tongue hanging lazily from his muzzle. His front claws digging into the earth as he ravaged your body.

His thrust were rhythmic, opening you wider with movements, your knees groaning at the weight. Then he slowed for a moment, bracing himself as he pushed again…and knotted you. Another scream left your lips as the thick knot fit inside your tight entrance. Tears stung your eyes at the feeling of the fullness. The knot stuck as he continued to thrust, barely leaving your entrance as the movements were tight and precise.

You begin panting as well, your upper body completely slack, not even caring of the dirt that not smeared your face as your mind and body swept you into pure bliss. Your inner walls tightened and a howl so great, so powerful, so full of lust and completion was let out into the night.

The moon and stars seemed to tremble in the very wake of your pleasure, the earth groaning at the energy. The heat of his seed almost burned your insides as your body gave out under his weight, under the pleasure it had just endured. You lay there limp and useless as his hips jerked, making sure to not waste a single drop of his success. You waited for him to pull out of you, bracing yourself for the feeling of emptiness but it did not come.

The knot stayed true as he curled up next to you, staying firmly in place as he shielded your from the world, his tail wrapping around. A low threatening growl then ripped from his throat, the remaining 11 males then could be heard bolting into the woods, tails between their legs.

It takes a few moments for you to catch your breath before you turn onto your side, being careful that your kept your thighs tight so he did not leave your body. He brings his giant muzzle down to your face and nuzzles you gently. You reach up and stroke his ears as you hum to him, unable to form actual language. He rumbles back, understanding.

That evening you were mated four more times, sometimes as rough and unforgiving as the first, another gentle and heartbreakingly loving.

The mating run was now complete. Your body was claimed, your heart now taken.

And in the middle of the moonlit meadow the low howl of the white wolf sounded, echoing into the mountains, a sound so haunting no creature would ever dare to challenge.

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Bloodporne

@mirthfulmollywhop and I decided we wanted to write some Bloodborne porn with Father Gascoigne and her huntress named Elle. It was a cooperative Erotic RP, so if it feels a little odd in parts, that’s probably why.

That said, it was a *ton* of fun and we both enjoyed ourselves (One could argue too much).

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It seemed as though barely an hour had passed since she had conquered the last great foe, the Cleric Beast, but the hunt didn’t stop just because a Hunter was tired. There was still more work to be done. Elle dashed through alleys and streets like a whirling dervish, cutting down the lesser beasts that roamed the foggy town with practiced ease. She was determined to clear a path for those who planned to reach the alleged safety of Oedon Chapel, and found the task was growing quite tedious. Weren’t there other hunters about? It seemd as though the beasts just kept coming out of the stonework, as though her efforts did little to nothing to thin their numbers. She imagined that teaming up with another hunter could expidite this process, but found no one with their wits still about them.

Eventually, she found herself just outside of the great chapel, facing a small graveyard, and was delighted to see a familiar face, clearing out the remaining beasts with brutal efficiency. A little too much efficiency, in fact. Gascoigne, towering above his most recent kill, had practically rendered the thing’s head to pulp, but continued his slow and deliberate blows with his large axe. Elle, seeing nothing too out of the ordinary at first, began to approach him, adjusting her blouse in hopes of catching the old man’s attention. “I think this one has had enough, Gascoigne,” she began, sauntering up to him with a coy smirk. It wasn’t until he turned to face her that she realized that something was very deeply wrong, and she froze in place, her hand immediately going to her threaded cane, but not drawing it just yet. His posture was hunched and feral, and his nails and teeth had grown pointed and long. Oh no. She tried to maintain her composure, hoping that the hunter she admired so wasn’t as lost as he appeared to be.

The large man slowly turned towards her, hefting the axe up easily. “Beasts all over the shop,” he said, stepping closer, his lips turned into a twisted and crooked smile. He was close now, the smell of blood and gore heavy upon him, and his axe dripped with the remnants from his previous victim. Among the gravestones, a few folks, ordinary folks, were butchered between them. His eyes show primal urges and his eyes travel along Elle’s delicate form. “You’ll be one of them, sooner or later.” In a flash of steel and blood, he brings the heavy axe down towards the huntress. Not caring if the blow connected or not, he swung it again and again, the experience he showed during their previous hunt held back by raw, feral power.

Elle dashed back from the initial swing, watching it completely demolish an unfortunate headstone, and counted herself lucky to not be a pulpy smear on the ground. At first, she tried to maintain a purely defensive stance, hoping to tire him out enough to bring him back to his senses, but he had far too much stamina for that to be a viable option. He was in a full on frenzy for blood, and the huntress didn’t know if she’d even be able to take him down if she tried. She dodged attack after attack, trying to at the very least get within striking range. Finally, one of her own blows connected, but the hulking man retaliated by smashing the back of his massive axe into her ribs, sending her flying at first, then tumbling into something very hard and unyeilding. With a shaking hand, she quickly reached into her pouch and retrieved a bloodvial, and immdiately stabbed it into her leg, pushing the plunger down to send the healing blood into her veins. Within seconds, she could feel her body righting itself, her lungs expanded as they should again, and she was no longer in immediate threat of bleeding out internally. She reached for her cane, preparing to launch herself back into the fray, but found it was not at her side. Instead, it was about twenty feet to her left. Gascoigne, however, was directly in front of her now, and she braced herself for instant death, and decided to make a last ditch effort to reason with the hunter. “Gascoigne, it’s me! Elle! Get a hold of yourself!”

Gascoigne fought like a beast, his strength impressive as he knocks Elle across the graveyard. He stalks forth, an apex predator as she calls out to him. For a brief moment, there is a flash of recognition. He growls, stepping closer and closer, but no longer swinging. He stands before her, towering over her, his eyes glowing gently as his teeth click together in thought. Suddenly there’s a clattering as the axe and pistol fall to the ground. For a brief moment, he seems to be himself again, but then his arms snap up in a flash and he pins the huntress to a tall headstone. One hand wrapped around her neck, and the other clawing at her chest and tearing her blouse open. “Elle,” he growled softly. “You did this to me, with that god forsaken body of sin. It drives the blood inside me crazy.” He squeezes her neck a bit, not quite choking her, and his other hand begins to draw his sharps claws along her bare skin, leaving red marks all over her breasts and stomach. “Strip, you harlot. The only thing that can purify your sin is my seed.”

The huntress actually sighed in relief, noticing the spark of recognition on his face. Perhaps this wouldn’t have to end in death afterall. Her relief was short-lived however, and before she could even process what happeend, she felt her head and back slam into hard stone, not hard enough to break anything, but certainly enough to make her wince. She felt the cool air against her bare skin and looked down at her completely ruined blouse, her ample breasts now fully exposed. His hand was at her throat, and despite the deadly implications, she felt a stirring excitement blooming within her that spread more rapidly when he squeezed more firmly. But this wasn’t the time for such ideas! This notion was blown out of the water, however, when he informed her that she was directly responsible for his current condition, and had more on his mind than murder in that moment. His claws stung against her flesh, and she hummed in appreciation. She had grown to enjoy a good deal of pain during her carreer as a hunter. “Oh am I? Who would have thought that retribution would be so sweet…” Elle replied to his venom casually, feeling her usual confidence returning to her. She didn’t even hesitate to follow his orders, having been making several failed attempts at courting this particular hunter for so long, and shed her coat and the remains of her blouse, allowing them to pool beneath her, and made swift work in removing her pants. It seemed like an incredibly practiced motion for the sultry huntress, and she looked up to the snarling ferocious face of the man towering over her with her characteristic smirk once more. “Certainly, you may do whatever you deem fit with me, since this is so clearly my fault,” she purred, boldly stroking his chest, surprised at how pronounced his muscles were, even through his thick coat. Oh, she had wondered what kind of lover he would be for some time. And even in this frenzied state he was in, she felt she was certainly in for a treat.

The hunter smirked as she followed her orders, tossing aside her destoryed blouse and slipping out of her pants with practiced ease. “Mmm, I love it when you convert willingly,” he growled, squeezing her neck a bit harder and now cutting off her oxygen. His free hand begin to undo his belt, and in a fluid motion of an experienced hunter, he used his belt to bind her arms behind her. As he chokes her, he pulls his cock free, the massive member bouncing freely and already precum dribbled from the tip. He was excited, carnal desire oozing from him as he leaned forward and kissed the huntress deeply. He rubbed the tip along her stomach as he begins to release her neck, allowing her to breath as his claws dig into her hips and lifts her up. “For your sins, I’ll have to bury my seed deep inside you,” he said, his breathing heavy as he grinds his cock along her pussy, showing her just how deep he was going to be inside her as the tip moves along her stomach. He lifts her a bit further up before the tip kisses her sex before sliding into her, and thrusting hard till he was completely inside her, a primal growl as he bites her neck.

The lack of oxygen made her vision grow foggy and her ears began to ring slightly from the force of his chokehold, but she tilted her head back slightly, to give him more room, almost like an invitation. Elle watched as he unfastened his belt, her curiosity making her nearly giddy, having already imagined how large her prize would be in the past, and was not disappointed. She didn’t have long to appreciate the spectacle, however, for in a flash, her arms were bound above her with his belt. Oh, that was a smooth move. She’d have to remember that, maybe try using it herself one day. When his mouth was upon hers, she thought she just might lose consciousness from his tight grip on her throat, but she willed herself to remain at least somewhat alert, to appreciate how his wirey beard scratched against her cheeks, how his mouth tasted like the smoke of several blended spices, and how large his tongue was compared her her own. Sensation became more and more hazy, and just as she thought she would loose herself to the blackness, he released his hold on her throat, finally allowing her to breathe. Her senses sharpened themselves quickly as she felt the weight of his member pressing against her stomach when he lifted her from the ground, and was momentarily unsure of how exactly this monstrous thing would even fit inside of her. She was more than eager to try, however, and rocked her hips forward against his cock as he grinded into her, coating his length in her own liquid arousal, and sighing in need every time it slid over her clit. When he lifted her higher, she knew it was coming, and she took a deep breath to prepare herself, heart racing in anticipation. He pulled her down hard on his cock, and burried himself within her so quickly that the huntress couldn’t help but cry out in a resonant symphony of pleasure and pain as he stretched her pussy to what she was certain her limit was and sank his sharp teeth into her neck. She was grateful for the pause in motion, however, as she acclimated herself with his girth.

Her chest rose and fell eratically, but soon she was shifting and grinding against the base of his cock, feeling the way it pressed so firmly against her womb. “Perhaps, Gascoigne, I’m the one converting you, to my devious and sinful ways…” she giggled, speaking through strained breaths. This would likely only antagonize him further, but she enjoyed this beastly side of him a bit too much for her own good, and wanted to see if she could push the right buttons.

He growled in a mixture of animal desire in pleasure as he lets her get acclimated to the thick member buried inside her. His breathing is heavy and Elle can feel his precum oozing inside her, the slick material warm and abundant inside her. Gasciogne bit her again as she spoke, leaving teeth marks in her shoulder. “Mmm, you think so?” he snarled, his claws digging into her hips and lifting her up a bit as he holds her against the headstone. His hips begin to move, his thick cock leaving her empty before being rammed back into her depths, the plump tip kissing the depths of her cunny. “You sinful whore, I bet you’re enjoying this. It feels good, to commit blasphemy, doesn’t it?” He speeds up his thrusts, the sounds of his heavy balls slapping against her thighs and cock filling her echoing through the graveyard, a noise antithesis to the area. “Rrgh, you’re so damned tight for a whore. Is this some kind of magic?” He slams into her hard, holding her up simply with his hips as his claws move to her plump ass and dig into her flesh.

The second bite drew another yelp from the huntress, and she reveled in how hot his breath was against her neck as he spoke. He withdrew from inside her, almost entirely, and in an instant she was full again, the force of his thrust bouncing her against the tombstone, and elicting another breathless moan of ecstasy. She arched her back, as he began picking up his pace, and looked down to see there was a noticeable bulge in her abdomen where his incredible length moved in and out of her pussy. Her fingers finding nothing to grip onto, flexed above her, clawing into her own palms. “Mmmm, can you really blame me? Is the hedonistic lifestyle truly so evil? You seem to be enjoying yourself more than your title would likely allow–” Again, her words were teasing, taunting, but were cut short by yet another powerful thrust that nearly had her eyes rolling back in her skull. Soon he began to pick up speed, hammering into her cunt at impossible depths again and again, leaving the huntress a whimpering and moaning mess, her juices dribbling down her thighs freely. This was exactly what she had wanted, and more than she had ever dared to hope for.

The Father growled as she mocked him, hips thrusting into her again harder and harder. The dripping juices from Elle’s cunt slid along his cock, shining in the moonlight. “You temptress, you awful whore,” he growled, one hand moving up her neck and choking her again, constricting just her airflow with practiced movement. “I’m almost finished, but now I don’t think it will be enough to fill you just once. I might have to take you to the church and do this to you till you repent!” He gets rougher, slamming her into the headstone with every thrust now, growling fiercely. His teeth and nails grow sharper, and the large man starts to grow larger. “Or maybe I should just kill you! You might be beyond saving like all those beasts. Those monsters!” He snarled, his body beginning to shift and change. His clothes began to tear off of him, falling apart as he grew. With another thrust, his cock deep in her cunt, his thick cum fills her. Days, weeks, maybe even months of built up desire erupting in Elle’s womb, and a primal howl fills the air as his clawed hands threaten to cut her neck but still choking her. In a flash, he had become a beast and his already massive cock fills her even more as it, too, grows with him. She can feel a thick, canine knot pressed against her pussy lips, large enough to rub against her clitoris.

She could tell by how hard he was slamming into her now, by his hand once again at her throat, that she had perhaps struck a nerve. Perfect, all according to her own plan. She could feel herself reaching her own climax as he pounded into her with more ferocity than anyone she had ever bedded in the past. She could feel the beginnings of bruises forming along her back and her head as she was repeatedly slammed into the stone, and small beads of blood formed around his nails where they pressed even more sharply into her soft skin. Her body shuddered as the most intense orgasm tore through her, but his firm hold on her neck cut off what was likely going to be a cry of euphoria so loud that it would draw every beast in Yharnam to the pair’s location. In the haze of her climax, she could have sworn he was… Shifting, as he reached his own peak, growing larger, more beastly, but surely that was just the oxygen deprivation making her see things incorrectly. Then, when she felt his cock twitching within her, and letting loose a flood of cum within her, she saw how wrong she was. The man she knew, Gascoigne, was gone, and replaced by a towering canine beast wearing the shredded remains of his black coat and shirt. His clawed hand wrapped tigher around her neck now, with claws sharp enough to tear her head from her shoulders with little effort. The huntress stared up at him with wide eyes, just taking in the spectacle of his sudden transformation, and tried to remain perfectly still and calm her breathing. Perhaps she had pushed him too far… But she wondered how much of him was left in that beast’s body, and if he would still act upon the lust of his human form. It would certainly be a first, for a hunter to fuck one of the beasts that stalked through the town. And she found the idea more appealing than she should have.

The beast that had once been a hunter snarled, slamming Elle into the headstone once more and shattering the stone easily. He pounces upon her, falling upon cool grass as his hand falls from her neck and his long teeth clasp around her shoulder. The monster was pushing his cock against her, trying to push the knot in, before beginning to thrust and slam into her again and again. The former-Gascoigne pins her down and his tongue drags along her shoulder and neck, and then forcing into her mouth. A monstrous kiss as his monster dick churns her insides, his hot seed oozing out of her with every thrust and dribbling all over her thighs and rear. The beast pushes its cock against her cunt once more, and finally pushes the massive knot inside her, breaking the kiss and letting lose a victorious howl.

Elle yelped in terror, expecting the worst, when she felt her body crash through the stone and land flat on the damp grass of the graveyard, the massive beast still upon her, still inside of her. His sharpened teeth sunk easilly into her shoulder and she cried out in masochistic pleasure, twisting beneath the massive beast. It’s cock was already burried so deeply inside of her, but it still tried to fit more of it’s incredible girth inside of her all too small pussy, plunging into her over and over. Elle could hardly believe how incredible this felt, and shivered as its hot tongue slid over the injured shoulder, and up her neck, and then into her mouth. She returned this strange monstrous kiss eagerly, tracing his tongue with her own, her moaning muffled by his large maw. He pushed further and harder into her, and she thought she might just rupture, but with a labored thrust, the knot finally sank into her cunt, firmly locking her in place on his monstrous cock. She nearly screamed as he bottomed out inside of her, pushing the limits of her body, back arching, her hands knotting themselves in the grass tightly. “F-fuck…” she whimpered, trying desperately to shift in a way that would accomodate the beast’s girth.

The beast’s howl fell silent as he began to thrust in and out of her, the knot popping free before slipping into her. Again and again, forcing itself in and out of her. The monster’s claws cut and dig into her hips and breasts, leaving red lines and drawing blood. He snarls, grabbing her hips and rolling backwards, pulling her on top of him and continuing its thrusts into her cunt, filling her with that thick knot. Its eyes met her’s, a brief recollection of the Father in their shine, as he holds her hips and begins to use her pussy like a toy, a deep growl of pleasure every time his cock completely fills her, the tip thrusting into her womb. It sped up, getting faster and faster, using the poor huntress for its pleasure alone. It snarled, engorging even more as it hits the peak, a thick stream of steaming hot seed filling Elle, right into her womb.

Accepting the wide knot repeatedly certainly didn’t get any easier, but it certainly didn’t stop the wanton moans from coming as it forced its way in and out of her, growing more gutteral as her insides were shifted with each motion. She could barely even process pain anymore, there was nothing but searing ecstasy, even as the beast’s claws tore into her skin. Her only indication that she was bleading in places was the wind chilling the exposed flesh. When it rolled onto its back, she could really appreciate just how beastly and terrifying he had become, but that fear was quickly transformed into excitement as he bounced her body up and down along his thick shaft, cum from his last orgasm still trickling down her thighs with each thrust. There was nothing she could even to to fascillitate the beast’s pleasure. The former hunter was using her body as it liked, letting out those growls that sent shivers down Elle’s spine, and for a moment she saw a single shred of humanity within the beast’s dilated pupils that was gone in an instant. She gasped and quivered as it slammed her body down onto its own, feeling the building climax of her beastly partner. And with one final motion, deep into her core, it released so much hot cum within her that she felt she would surely burst open, and her mouth hung open with her continued wailing, her body shaking from the raw intensity of the beast’s orgasm. Rivulets of its seet seeped out when it could, but there simply wasn’t enough room for it to escape. She was entirely full.

The beast panted heavily, enjoying the feeling of the intense orgasm, and the warm feeling of hot cum oozing around his cock. He shivered, toes curling, body twitching. His claws dug into her hips, causing her to bleed more and more as they raked along her body. It sat up, kissing her deeply, tongue swirling around Elle’s again in a passionate kiss. And then the beast returned in full, claws tearing at her like all the beasts before in Yharnam. Ecstacy and pleasure turning into pain and death. But Elle blinks, still naked, as she appears in the Hunter’s Dream.

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𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙀... 𝙒𝘼𝙄𝙏, 𝙃𝙀’𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏?

summary. you’re a well known asshole dating the practical sunshine, wally west. everyone’s entirely against his relationship with you until they find out your true nature.

pairings. wally west x male reader

warnings. fluff, strong language, mean!reader (even to wally but no angst), cold-to-everyone-but-not-to-lover trope, mention and false accusations of abuse, injuries, reader has magical powers, tooth-rotting sweetness halfway through, mild violence

author’s note. here comes my first wally fic that i didn’t know how to end LMAOAOSJDLK i’ve been spoiled about what’ll happen to him (still on season one ‘cause i still haven’t renewed my netflix yet) and i currently go through everyday ignoring that fact while pretending it never happened. it’s working so far :D

The team watched with a frown as Wally rambles about his day while you don’t listen and even had the nerve to look annoyed, scrolling through your phone.

They hated witnessing how you ignore Wally almost all the time. You rarely ever respond to anything he says, and when you do, it’d always be rude or snarky as if you can’t stand breathing the same air as him. Dick would often yell at you for being an asshole to his best friend who you’re supposed to be nice to since he’s your boyfriend, yet all he ever get from you is a simple glare and snappy ‘fuck off’.

No one knows why Wally’s still with you even after being treated horribly. They can’t even see the love and adoration you’re supposed to have for him, and certainly Wally isn’t stupid to be delusional that you’re in love with him. Sure, he’s madly in love with you and that can be the reason why he still follows you around like a stupid puppy, but there’s no way he doesn’t get the hint that you just don’t return his feelings despite being in a relationship when you make it so fucking clear.

“—And our teacher told me I was the best student. Can you believe that!? I used to be her least favorite one because I usually made her job harder than it should’ve been, but she said she was proud to have me as her student.” Wally tells his story enthusiastically, his grin almost reaching his ears and green eyes sparkling bright in pure joy.

You only glanced at him and the food that laid before him on the table. “Are you gonna keep talking or actually start eating?” You said rather rudely, sarcasm rolling off your tongue as if it was your native tone.

The team can’t help themselves but shoot a glare your way.

How can you not be supportive of your own lover?

You could’ve said something positive about his story-telling, definitely not ignore the entirety of it.

However, what they did not understand was Wally’s response and reaction — the speedster’s joyous grin shifting into an adoring one as he picks up the spoon and fork before beginning to eat, stopping once in a while to resume his story-telling, which you obviously don’t pay attention to.

You basically told him to shut up in an extremely rude way and he wasn’t even hurt by it. In fact, he seemed happier and giddier than seconds ago, his green eyes looking at you with love that’s more clear and visible as he continue to speak.

“How is he not hurt by (Y/n) treating him like shit?” Artemis hissed in a whisper, asking the same thing everyone’s asking themselves.

“He could be hiding his pain.” M’gann theorized, to which Dick nodded at. “Yeah, that’s possible.” He agrees, glancing at his best friend.

“M’gann, can you read Wally’s mind?” Kaldur instructs.

M’gann nodded and she turns to yours and Wally’s direction, eyes glowing neon green to read his mind. However, she was immediately pushed back by an invisible force and a sudden pain rushed through her head, causing a pained yelp to erupt, hand instantly flying up to touch her temples on instinct.

Conner was beside her quickly, worry plastered on his face and hand coming to rest on her back.

“What’s wrong?” Dick questioned.

She shakes her head, “I can’t— I can’t read his mind. Something’s not letting me.” A frown spreads across her lips. “This never happened to me before. It’s like something’s protecting his mind and hurting anyone who tries to read it.”

All of them exchanged looks, before their gaze simultaneously fell on you.

“Could it be...?” Artemis trails off, subtly pointing her finger at your direction. Even though you’ve been with them for a little while now, they still haven’t figured out anything about your powers, so it couldn’t be bad to make assumptions, right?

Dick nods. “It could be.”

“You shouldn’t assume anything just yet, Robin and Artemis.” Kaldur disapproved with a shake of his head. “We do not have a proof that (Y/n)’s the one keeping M’gann from reading his mind and we should not accuse him of something we have no proof of.”

“So what should we do now?” Conner asked, agitated. He was already annoyed at the fact that you’re being an ass to Wally as a boyfriend, but M’gann getting hurt by someone, assuming you, doubled over the anger. He just wants to confront you about anything and everything. “We can’t let him still be with that guy, right?”

“Of course! We’ve been letting him get away with it, but now he won’t be.” Robin states firmly. However, when they turned their heads to yours and Wally’s direction, you were already staring at them with the usual, blank and cold look you always wore, making them flinch unintentionally.

Your gaze was calculating and somewhat knowing, as if you knew or had an idea what they were talking about just seconds ago. Though, you seem to not care. You never did — never cared what others thought of you, never cared what others felt, never cared for anyone but yourself.

In their eyes, you were a selfish jerk.

“Do you think we could spend some time together in the arcade?” Wally asked, body almost vibrating with excitement.

You look at him, and the team doesn’t notice the look that you gave Wally whereas he noticed. “No.” Your reply was fast and cold. Artemis and Robin abruptly stood up from their seats, but Kaldur immediately holds them back as M’gann tries to calm Conner down.

However, Wally’s smile doesn’t vanish. “Okay then, babe.”

You sigh, seemingly annoyed. “Are you done? I have to meet up with Mikayla. Won’t be back ‘til midnight.” Standing up from your seat, you grabbed your jacket to wear it without waiting for his reply.

Wally beams at the sound of your friend’s name. “When can I meet her too?”

“Probably not soon.” You shrugged coldly.

His smile turns into a sad frown at that, excitement dissolving. “You said I’ll get to meet her sooner or later.” He pouted.

You rolled your eyes, “Well, not yet, okay? It’s not my fault she’s not available every day.” You use your phone with one hand, tapping on the screen and probably texting this said Mikayla. The team, however, grew suspicious at how you seem to be hiding it from Wally as the back of your phone was facing him, completely unable to read the text messages.

Unbeknownst to them, you were actually taking a picture of your pouting boyfriend since he looked adorable.

“I’m going.” You announce and walked off without another word, phone in one hand while shoving the other in your pocket.

“Buy me a box of doughnuts!” Wally calls out before you reached the zeta tube and smiled when you only glanced over your shoulder, disappearing without a word uttered. He turns back to his foods, fishing out his phone to watch something as he continues to eat.

The team looked at one another, finding out they all have the same thing in mind. They didn’t waste another time to immediately take a seat around Wally, surrounding him, who now had a look of confusion plastered over his face.

“Walls, why are you still with that asshole?” Robin asked rather aggressively. He wanted to just let out everything he thinks and feels about you, since he’s been holding back so long to not put your in your place.

All the others nodded and waited for his response.

Wally tilted his head, as if he didn’t know what they were talking about, genuinely confused. “Because we love each other...?”

“I think that should be ‘because I love him’. We’ve never seen (Y/n) show signs of love towards you.” Says M’gann more softly, placing her hand on his shoulder.

Artemis crossed her arms, “He doesn’t even look like he cares about you for that matter. He looks abusive.” She blurted out without thinking properly, and Wally immediately scowls. This is the first time his smile dropped completely today.

“You don’t get to call him that when you don’t even know him fully.” Everyone were surprised at the genuine anger and hint of disgust in his voice.

Wally never got angry, at least not genuinely, often whining out his feigned anger towards them. But with the way he speaks seriously without whining or yelling, it’s clear he isn’t pleased and is pissed at them. Looking at each faces of his team, his sharp glare pierced through them that they had never experienced before. Although it raised confusion within their mind why he was angry, it was enough to stop them from further speaking about nonsense.

“He cares about me more than you could ever think of! If you don’t see that, then it’s your fault and not ours.” He spat, fire of fury flaming within his eyes. “You’re just not making an effort to look past his exterior personality! I know he loves me; he shows it through simple but subtle gestures that no one notices. Quit judging him when you only know how he is in public!” Wally hissed harshly before slamming his hands on the table as he stood up to walk away, taking the half-eaten foods with him.

The team shared a look.

What is he talking about?

You never showed any love or adoration towards him as far as they’ve seen, and they highly doubt snapping and ignoring Wally is your special way to tell him your love.

If this is how it’s going to be when the speedster is in a relationship, they’d rather have him flirt with literally any living creatures ever than him settling and pining over a world-class asshole who doesn’t seem to know how to treat a lover. That overly flirtatious Wally is more bearable than this seemingly blind-to-love one.

“He shouldn’t be angry at us.” Conner scowled, irritated that Wally couldn’t see what’s wrong. “We’re trying to help. He should be thankful.”

Kaldur only shakes his head, “Leave it be, Conner. Perhaps, he sees something in (Y/n) that we don’t. Or (Y/n) could be letting Wally see his inner personality.”

Placing his hand on his chin, Robin slightly tilts his head up to think for a while, remembering what his best friend had just said seconds ago. “That’s possible. He did say we’re not making an effort to look past his exterior.”

“Or he could be harming Wally?” Artemis chimes in with a puzzled tone as M’gann nods beside her, holding Conner’s hand.

“No, I’ve seen how victims of abuse behave after their abuser’s gone and getting angry at concerned people are definitely not it.” Instantly, Robin shuts it down with a shake of his head and sips on his drink for a moment. “Besides, if he was really being abused, there would be multiple signs whether it’s physical or verbal. He’d have trauma, couple of bruises, and fear towards anything that has to do with (Y/n), which he doesn’t have any at all.”

“But we can’t be sure! What if—”

“Enough.” Kaldur immediately interrupted Artemis, not wanting to further accuse you of something you never did. “Accusing (Y/n) of something without evidence is wrong. Wally did get angry at us because of that, and I’m certain we don’t want to anger him more. Let’s just leave them be.”

Artemis opened her mouth to retaliate, but M’gann stops her by placing one hand on her shoulder. “Kaldur’s right, Artemis. We shouldn’t accuse him.”

With that, a sigh left Artemis’ lips as her shoulders slumped, nodding her head defeatedly.

They were right, accusing you won’t solve anything and neither will it change the way you behave towards Wally. It’ll just make matters worse. She didn’t want that. And although it hurts her to see the love of her life be treated horribly by his lover, she can’t deny that she doesn’t have any right to complain about their relationship because it isn’t her business.

So she decided to stay silent, knowing all of them will still look after Wally from afar.

If they can’t move against you, then they’re just gonna have to try protecting him.

“Kid Flash!!”

Artemis’ horrified yell made you snap your head towards her direction, almost getting yourself a whiplash in the process, and your eyes widened at the sight of Wally bleeding out on the ground. Feeling rage bubbling within your body, you immediately flipped the henchman you were fighting and trapped one of his legs between yours before twisting your body, breaking it at the force so he couldn’t walk.

After hearing his scream and the loud painful snap of his leg, you let go without a second thought and narrowed your eyes, enhancing the vision to check up on Wally.

His shoulder seemed to be dislocated while blood oozes out from his side, seemingly hit by a blast. His head was bleeding as well due to coming into contact with the cemented ground, which made you worry enough, and then your eyes darken when you caught him holding his ankle.

Dark feelings surround your chest and you began taking the enemies down by yourself to end this mission quick, wanting to tend to Wally as soon as possible. This gave the members an opportunity to help the speedster up, who kept himself from letting out a pained sound at his sprained ankle.

Artemis stood on the side with blood drained from her face and guilt consuming her. She had been distracted enough to not notice a huge blast coming her way and Wally paid the price for it. Although it’s partially yours and Wally’s fault that she was distracted (because she realized the two of you were subtly protecting each other during fight), it still didn’t make her any less guilty for causing injury on him.

After knocking the last guy unconscious, sirens were finally heard throughout the area as the cops arrived, making you simultaneously relieved that you can now look after Wally and annoyed that they always take long before arriving when being called.

You watched as Wally lean onto Robin for support, helping him towards the dropship. You trusted Robin even though he doesn’t believe so. He’s a great friend to your boyfriend after all and they had been bestfriends for longer than it might seem.

“(H/n)?” Kaldur gently calls out, but stops in his tracks when your dark, glary eyes met his. It almost looked murderous that if he didn’t know better, he’d say you could kill all of them with that look. “What’s wrong? Is something bothering you?” He tries, being a good leader that he is.

You exhaled deeply, and Kaldur recognized it as a way you calm yourself down. “No.” The tone in your voice definitely said something was wrong, but Kaldur chooses to not pester any further when you gestured for him to get back into the dropship after everyone had gotten in.

Getting into the dropship, Kaldur wasn’t able to process quickly before he saw you already storming towards Artemis, who was trying to approach Wally, unaware of the thunderstorms about to drop on her way.

“Wally, I—”

She didn’t get to let out another word.

“What were you doing?” You snapped harshly, and everyone was taken aback by the utmost rage in your voice, the glare you shot to her so intense and intimidating that she actually flinched. Even Wally was surprised as he had never seen you so angry before, eyes wide.

“I— I was distracted.” Artemis lowers her head in shame.

“Distracted? You could’ve gotten all of us killed, not just Wally.” You hissed through gritted teeth and Artemis forced herself to look at your eyes that were raging with fury. “You were trained, Artemis. Getting distracted on our line of work is unforgivable and shouldn’t happen even once, specially when we have hostages, which you were fortunate we didn’t. If we did, they would be dead now.”

“(Y/n)—” Wally tries to interrupt, but you quickly shut him up with a death glare.

“No, you’re badly injured because of her.” You returned your glare to Artemis, leaning closer. She kept herself from stepping back. “I thought you were better than that, but I guess not. Green Arrow picked a not yet good enough one to be a hero.” You spat.

Her eyes widened and she raised her hand to slap you across the face, but you quickly caught her wrist before she could. “Can’t handle the truth?” You mocked, tilting your head.

She glared at you, “I know I made a mistake. But you don’t have any right to tell me I’m not good enough because I have proven my worth before being inserted into this team. You don’t get to judge or doubt my abilities just because of one mistake that I’ve never had before.”

You narrow your eyes. Artemis can’t stop her face from scrunching in pain when your grip on her wrist bruisingly tightens, but it wasn’t intentional as you were clearly filled with rage. “One mistake? Artemis, it’s a mistake that could’ve fucking cost Wally’s life. What if he got permanent injuries? What if he was unfortunate enough to not survive the blast? Can you live with the consequences and the eternal guilt that you ruined one’s life? For fuck’s sake, you know as much as we do how harmful it is for a speedster to twist or sprain their ankles. That’s an injury you should never cause them, but you did, all because you let yourself be distracted. I have every right to judge and doubt your abilities when my boyfriend’s life was almost at stake because of your carelessness.”

The other members — Robin, Kaldur, M’gann and Conner — shares a surprised look at the care and concern very clearly shown in your tone and expression.

There was also a hint of... possessiveness? They’ve never seen you like this before. Almost as if all those mean and hurtful things you said and did were fake.

“I—” Artemis opens her mouth to counter, but closes it when no sounds left her lips. Her mind strongly told her you were right and that she had nothing to argue over. Feeling her strength leave, you let go and stared her down as she hungs her head low. “You’re right, I’m sorry.”

“Alright, that’s enough.” Kaldur finally interferes upon sensing there’s no need to let this fight continue. He placed a hand on her shoulder. “Distraction is a dangerous thing for us. Make sure you control yourself, Artemis. You need to be careful on our next mission.”

She nods without a word, walking away.

Kaldur turns to you and a scolding look plastered his face, “You, (Y/n), have to be careful with the words that runs out of your mouth. She made a mistake, but that doesn’t mean she’s not good enough. We know what she’s capable of, and I know you believe in her whether you admit it or not.”

You only rolled your eyes in response, deciding to ignore him until he’s done with the scolding. Wally cackles at the i’m-done-with-everything expression that replaced your previously rage filled face as you kneel in front of him.

“Oh, what is this? Are you gonna propose to me?” He asked teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows.

Shaking your head, you sighed at how cheerful and joyous he can still be even after his life was and is at risk. “Shut it, Wallace. Stay still.” You take off his shoe and gently inspect the sprained ankle, seeing a bruise starting to form. “It would hurt to walk. We don’t have ice packs, so I’m gonna freeze it. Is that okay for you?”

The team raised their brows in sync at the soft tone in your voice and the worried look.

Wally nods with a grin, giving you a thumbs up.

Turning back to his injury, you gently hovered your hand over where the bruise was starting to form and begins to freeze it slowly, Wally jumping slightly at the sudden cold spreading across his foot towards his ankle.

Once it’s done, he chuckles upon seeing his entirely frozen foot. “I have glass foot now. Do you think I can be Cinderella?” He childishly asked.

They expected you to roll your eyes and express annoyance like always, but you look up at him with a small, amused smirk forming on your lips. “Sure you can, baby. But it’s gonna be unnecessary to go on a dance ball since you already found your own prince charming.”

Robin blinked, while the others had their mouths open. Even Artemis who was getting her shit knocked before by you had her jaw dropped, all of them unable to believe that the asshole boyfriend is being caring and sweet and loving, and even calling Wally pet names.

Holy shit. All of their minds uttered in sync.

You stand up to inspect his dislocated shoulder next, before frowning at the easiest yet painful process that your boyfriend will have to go through.

Wally saw your frown. “Babe, what’s wrong?”

“We have to pop your shoulder back into place.” You informed worriedly without hesitation, and Wally froze in his place.

Being brutally honest and direct was one of the good traits you have that he loved about you, but sometimes he wishes you would lie, specially when it comes to the painful process of popping his shoulder back into place. There was once he dislocated it before which you had to pop it back into place, and it was not a pleasant experience.

I’m never doing that again. He said. I’m never gonna dislocate my shoulder so I won’t have to go through that again. He said.

Look where he is now, funnily.

You ruffle his hair seeing the fear in his eyes. “It’ll be over quick. Bite into my shoulder if you can’t take it.” Sliding your hand down to cup his cheek, you kissed his forehead in reassurance.

Wally pouted. “Lips, pleaaaase.”

Playfully rolling your eyes, you leaned in to capture his lips in a short kiss before sitting down beside him as Wally leans his body towards you, resting his head on your shoulder. You carefully touched his dislocated one, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. “Bite down as hard as you can.”

He nodded, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck to smell your cologne.

After feeling his mouth on your shoulder, you grab his arm with one hand while the other held him in place and pulled it quickly and forcefully, hearing a loud pop that everyone either grimaced or flinched at. Wally quickly bites down harshly when he felt his shoulder being popped back into place, tears immediately filling his eyes from the rush of pain.

You then gently touched his shoulder, using your magic to heal it faster as (f/c) mist surrounds your hand so he wouldn’t have to wear a sling.

Feeling him pull away, you pet his hair gently with a soft look before swiping your thumb over the skin below his eyes, wiping off the tears. “See? That was easy, wasn’t it? You did great, love. My sweetheart.” You lean over to press a kiss on his previously injured shoulder before peppering many around his face.

Wally giggles, still holding his side that had just seem to stop bleeding. “Our team’s watching, baby.” He reminded.

You never liked showing affections in public due to respecting other people’s boundaries and also because you think he’s too good for you, which is why you chose to have such an asshole exterior. Wally was totally fine with the way you act because he understands the meaning behind everything you say even when all you just said was no or yes.

Pulling away, you gave him a look with your brows raised. “Do you think I care? I almost lost you. You know I can’t live without you, right?” Wally’s heartbeat sped up at the sincerity in your eyes before you touched his bleeding side and a (f/c) mist surrounds your hand again, healing the injury, frowning at the blood that stained his Kid Flash suit.

He grinned, “Of course, baby. You tell me every night how much you love me, and I love you just as much.”

You smile, nodding. “I know, love. Are you dizzy? Does your head hurt? How are you feeling?” Gently, you hold his head and tilt it left and right to inspect any injuries that he might’ve gotten.

“I’m dizzy for you.” A cheeky grin spreads across your boyfriend’s face as he wiggled his eyebrows, pointing at you with two finger guns.

That immediately earned him an eye-roll and a glare. “I’m serious, love. Concussion isn’t a joke.”

“Oh, come on, babe! I’m just messing with you. I’m doing fine. It just looks like I have one ‘cause I bled. I didn’t hit my head that hard.” He reassured and kisses your cheek, before pulling away to flash you his typical toothy smile.

A small yelp escaped Wally’s lips when you suddenly pulled him on your lap, burying your face into his uninjured shoulder with a sigh of relief. Closing your eyes, you slowly inhaled his scent and nuzzled into the crook of his neck, arms wrapped around his torso safely and protectively, deciding to cherish his existence instead of worrying further more.

Robin turns to the team to whisper, bewildered. “Am I the only one seeing this? Am I hallucinating?”

All of them shook their heads in sync.

Seeing you like this shocked them greatly and although they had wished before that you would treat Wally right, it feels weird to witness you actually treating him according to what they had hoped you would. They got so used to the asshole you, so seeing that behavior completely disappear had them creeped out in a way even though being nice to people is what you’re supposed to do. It’s practically like seeing a ruthless, malicious, blood-thirsty villain turn into a giant, clingy puppy who only loves and wags his tail to his owner.

They should be happy and they really are for their fellow teammate, but they can’t deny that everything feels like a dream or hallucination when they see you being all lovey-dovey and sweet and romantic towards Wally.

They’d probably take a while to get used to this side of you. And since Wally isn’t surprised at all, they figured you’re like this behind closed doors when nobody’s around. Though, it still didn’t explain how he doesn’t get hurt at how you treat him out in public.

“It is a great thing to actually see Wally being loved. It seems they have hidden this side of (Y/n) from us.” Kaldur stated, smiling at the sight of your face still buried on Wally’s shoulder while he pets your head and talks as usual.

“But why?” Asked Conner, now feeling guilty that he got angry at you for how you treated his friend.

“I asked Wally telepathically. He said it’s because (Y/n) feels uncomfortable showing public display of affection and that he respects our boundaries.” M’gann answers.

Confusion appears on Robin’s face again. “But I thought someone’s blocking you from reading his mind?”

She shrugged, smiling. “(Y/n) allowed me to. He blocks anyone from reading both of their minds when we don’t have any mission because he’s taking precautions. And also because they don’t want other people in their business.”

“So he really was the one behind it.” Artemis sighs, feeling like an idiot for giving you such accusations. You must probably know what she thinks about you, though you never showed any care. “What powers does he have anyway? Aside from healing, ice powers and mind block.”

M’gann looks at Wally and successfully connects him to their mind link, where their voices wouldn’t disturb you relinquishing his existence. “They want to know what other powers (Y/n) have.” She informs the confused Wally telepathically.

A toothy grin immediately spreads across his face as his eyes brightened, excitement rushing throughout his body. “Right! I honestly don’t know the specifics, but he has very powerful magic that he can practically do anything he wants.” That earned him a shocked look from the team. “I’ve seen him do telekinesis, regeneration, telepathy, all elemental manipulations, fear manipulation, and create force shields. I bet he can do more than that, but he doesn’t like wasting his strength and energy.” He shrugs, still petting your hair.

“Having magic already makes him powerful enough, but to have complete control over each and all of them? That’s a whole new level.” Says Kaldur in awe. He stares at you even though you can’t see him, impressed.

“My boyfriend’s awesome, right?” Wally exclaims proudly, puffing his chest out.

You suddenly chuckled, pulling your face away from his shoulder. “I can hear you, for the record. All of your thoughts aren’t exactly quiet.” You’re not supposed to hear their mind link since it’s only shared between them, but your magic was strong enough to break through.

They look at you in shock. “You can hear through our mind link?” M’gann questioned, earning an amused giggle from Wally and chuckle from you at her jaw dropped expression. The others were plastering a dumbfounded look as well, which added more to yours and Wally’s amusement.

Tightening your arms around Wally just enough not to hurt his side, you rested your chin on his shoulder. “Yeah. You’re not strong enough.”

M’gann frowns at the rude way you said it before Wally gently nudged you back with his elbow, giving you a scolding look. “Babe, teammates, remember? They’ll misunderstand unless you say it in complete sentence what you actually mean.”

As if remembering just now, your eyebrows shot up in realization and an apologetic look crossed your face. “Sorry. I meant you’re not exactly strong enough to block me from your mind link. I didn’t mean you’re not strong in terms of fighting crimes — I think all of us here knows how much capable you are.” You awkwardly elaborate, like you’re not used to getting words after words out of your mouth.

The young Martian’s frown disappears almost in an instant and a happy smile instead makes its appearance. “Oh, I understand now. Thank you. Do you think I would be able to do that if I train more?”

You shrugged, “I honestly don’t know. But it wouldn’t hurt to try, I guess. Depends on your limit.” She grinned at your answer. It’s her first time having a conversation with you that doesn’t just consist of short and one word reply.

Kaldur and Robin can’t help but notice the way you fidgeted with Wally’s fingers while you talk to her, seemingly trying to distract yourself from feeling awkward at the new interaction. They also noticed how you struggle to give a throughout reply or even say your thoughts out loud in complete sentences, and how Wally has to encourage and reassure you multiple times by squeezing your hands.

Then, it clicked in their minds that you were never rude nor cold, it just came out that way because you’re not used to speaking out everything you had in mind.

You’re just reserved more than average people — short replies are the only things you can come up with due to forgetting that you have to elaborate for people to understand clearly. In short, you have difficulty in properly communicating with people as you often tend to assume they would understand you even with just few uttered words.

You probably always forgot it doesn’t work that way around the team because Wally understood you fully without saying your complete thoughts out loud.

Sharing a look, Kaldur and Robin nodded at each other before approaching you.

“Hey, (Y/n).” You averted your eyes from M’gann to the boy wonder. “We’re sorry for thinking you were an asshole and not good enough for Wally here.”

Kaldur nods with an apologetic smile. “All of us misunderstood you completely. We should’ve get to know you first before judging you because of how you treated Wally in front of us.” Shame was written across his face.

You shrugged and closed your eyes when Wally’s fingertips gently massaged your scalp, nuzzling into his shoulder. Wally chuckles, smiling at the two standing in front. “(Y/n) says don’t think about it too much. It happens all the time with him.”

“So why don’t you let people know they misunderstand you?” Conner chimes in with a softer tone, coming to stand beside Kaldur and Robin. “They can’t keep thinking you’re an asshole when you’re not.” The two nodded in agreement, waiting for your response.

You paused, opening your eyes to think for a while. It honestly didn’t come to your mind.

“I’ve always known I’m a hard person to understand since I was a kid, so I probably got too used to it that I didn’t find explaining myself necessary. People believe what they want to believe. It’s no use to explain anything.” They all frown at the subtle sadness in your eyes that quickly disappeared after Wally gave you a squeeze. “Also, Wallace can understand me perfectly fine so I’ve never thought about it ever since meeting him.”

You kissed his cheek and he let out a giggle, turning his head to peck your lips. “Now that everyone knows you’re not really an ass, you have to elaborate everything you say until they understand.”

Groaning, you buried your face on his shoulder once again, grumbling. “Why can’t you be the one to elaborate? I can just say yes or no. You understand whatever I say anyway.”

“Baby, I love you, but you gotta work on your people skills otherwise you won’t survive in a society.”

“No.”

“You’re right, we’re already in a society and you’re surviving, but they still want to understand you. They can’t if you don’t elaborate.”

“No.”

“M’gann is the only one who has telepathy here, and she can’t always be the one to elaborate. You also forgot you block our minds to ensure our safety.”

“No.”

“Babe—”

“No, Wallace.”

“Don’t you want to get close with them? Be friends?”

“No.”

“Oh, you know that’s not true. They already know you’re not an asshole, they’re not gonna go back to thinking you are.”

The team watched you and Wally go back and fourth, half of them impressed by his skills to completely understand you with just one word uttered while the other half were confused how he does it. You’re not even talking to him telepathically yet he understands. If they ask Wally, he’ll probably answer them it’s the power of love.

But really, he just understands everything about you from little gestures to brief eye contacts. Everything you do has its own meaning that are hard to figure out, though with Wally, he easily sees through them all.

In all honesty, the team now sees you as a difficult puzzle they need to solve in order to fully understand, to get to know you.

The dropship finally comes to a stop, all members walking down the ramp as they watched you carry Wally bridal style and follow them, Wally’s arms around your neck. He was obviously happy that you don’t hold back from public display of affection anymore, his shit eating grin being a proof of that.

“Can we cuddle in the main room and watch a movie? It’s bigger than ours.” You raised your brows. Wally kisses your cheek before smiling sheepishly, “I wanna show them how sweet my boyfriend is and that he’s not an asshole even though he can really be mean to others sometimes.”

You chuckle, walking past the team who stopped from moving to watch you both. “I thought you said they already know?”

He pouted, “Is it bad for me to want to show you off? You’re cute when you’re sweet, you know.”

“And when I’m not?” You quirked a brow.

“Hot as hell.” He grins, earning a snort from you and seeing amusement plaster the team’s faces.

You shake your head with a smile, playfully rolling your eyes. “Whatever. I’m getting you clothes to change into and then I’ll bring us popcorns and drinks after I set you down on the couch, okay?”

Wally’s eyes sparkled at the mention of popcorn and cheered before nuzzling his face into your neck, knowing you’ll take good care of him today.

His injuries hurt as fuck, but if the team got to know you better because of those, then maybe it was worth it.

He’ll never say that out loud though.

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𝙎𝙉𝙆 𝘽𝙊𝙔𝙎 𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎

Characters: eren jaeger, armin arlert, jean kirstein, reiner braun, porco galliard, levi ackerman

Warnings: DARK CONTENT! yandere, toxic relationship, physical abuse, manipulation, stalking, murder, delusional behavior, gaslighting, abuse of power

EREN JAEGER

Eren wants to be the center of your world, in life and death. His terms and conditions include complete devotion to him in his life, and never falling in love again after his death. There would be no warnings or threats if your attention drifted in the slightest, Eren would establish his standards through bloodshed and murder. He will be unbothered if you tried to expose him to the world. Go ahead and announce how he killed every person he believed was too close to you, or how you are practically forced into a relationship. He wouldn’t care. No one would confront him about something so irrelevant, and Eren would gladly show them their place if someone decides to play the knight in shining armor. His biggest insecurity is his inevitable death. He is unable to stand the thought of you living without him. He wants you to mourn him for a lifetime after his death, but won’t hesitate to kill you along with him if that’s unlikely.

ARMIN ARLERT

Armin wants your infinite affection at all costs. He is going to come up with scenarios where other people hurt and disappoint you. He is going to break your mind, manipulating you into believing that no one cares about you except him. As soon as he senses you are growing close to someone, he subtly starts hinting at their flaws. If you see through his mind games, he might break into tears and express how he is worried about you. You are not smart enough to recognize the wrong people, so he is your brain. You should trust him. In the end, he will always end up guilt-tripping you into being with him. Your happiness is Armin’s first priority. He will make sure that no one makes you as happy as he can. He will convince you that all your friends secretly hate you and your family is disgusted by you. Not because you are unlovable, but because you are too good for this world. Only Armin is capable of treasuring you in the way you deserve.

JEAN KIRSTEIN

Jean is blind to his own motives. He believes that being insistent is what ideal lovers do. He will not leave you alone, whether you like it or not. He is going to shower you in compliments about everything you do, to the point it’s borderline creepy. He does not understand boundaries. You like him right? Then why are you sitting all there by yourself? He is surprisingly clever in his approach, light-heartedly citing that another man might like you, only to see your reaction. If he in the slightest suspects you have feelings for someone else, he is going to spread the worst rumors about them, destroying their reputation completely. He has to be on top of his game, after all. If you end up discovering his true colors, he will accuse you of being the cruel one for always making him walk on eggshells all the time. If you kept on despising him, he will not take long before turning into a disastrous bully instead of a dreamy lover.

REINER BRAUN

Reiner fears losing you more than anything in the world. He is willing to go to extreme measures to ensure your safety, such as locking you in his basement because he fears anyone who lays their eyes on you is going to steal you away. No amount of reassurance can change his mind. He is obsessed with you and he believes that everyone else is too. He prioritizes your comfort over all else. He will turn his rusty basement into a chamber of roses if that is what you want. However, he will lose his mind if you still ended up escaping him. He will brutally murder random people because he believes that they kidnapped you. He is delusional enough to believe that you will never leave him by will because he loves you so much. No matter how much you express your distaste towards his behavior, Reiner will not believe you. “You are only saying that because you are traumatized by getting separated from me. I won’t let that happen again, my love.”

PORCO GALLIARD

For Porco, you are a prize to be won and kept like a trophy by his side. He will court you in the most lavish ways possible, showering you with all his resources and attention. He will make sure to often exhibit that he is the only one worthy of being your partner. If he sees you admiring another person in the least bit, he will jump in and insult them in the worst way possible. He is petty enough from bringing up all their short-comings to mocking their outfit. He is not the least bit embarrassed about his graceless behavior. If you confront him about it, he will start off by laughing it off, but if you’re too insistent, his madness will unleash. How dare you defend someone else against him? He was your man, not them! You are in for no good once he throws a tantrum. He is going to kidnap each person you were speaking for, and embarrass them in front of you in the worst way possible before killing them. Yes, he might suffocate them with their face in the toilet.

LEVI ACKERMAN

Levi wants absolute control over you. He is not afraid of using his position of authority to achieve his ends. Everything in your life is dictated by him, including the time you wake up, the time you sleep, the food you eat, the people you interact with, and he even monitors your emotions. Yes, he forces you to spill your heart to him whenever you are being too quiet, you can call him a hypocrite for not doing the same. However, he is an extremely good listener and surprisingly non-judgmental of your emotions. Despite his standoffish nature, he can be quite considerate, as long as you comply to him. If you are unfortunate enough to deny even his smallest wishes, he is going to punish you in the worst way possible. He will hurt you until you are on the brink of death, solely to remind you that he is in charge. He does not enjoy hurting you, but a little tough love from the captain is often necessary.

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jennifer’s body | kinktober: day 1

pair: mikasa x reader

content: jennifer’s body au, killer!reader, innocent!mikasa, best friends to lovers, reader corrupting mikasa, fingering, scissoring, grammar errors

content warnings: dubcon, mentions of murder, corruption kink, loss of virginity, blood, slight overstim, dacryphilia, reader is emotionally abusive

wordcount: 3k

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her footsteps were distinct. heavy. she was exhausted. so exhausted that she didn’t even notice your presence as she walked to her dresser, removing the cream colored sweater she wore. the muscles of her shoulder move like ripples in a lake as she takes off her bra. even in the dark you could see her ivory skin. clear enough that you could look through it and into where her heartbeat slowed. she felt safe.

you almost feel bad. feel bad when she flops down onto the sheets you’ve stained with blood. feel bad when her body tenses as your palm hovers over her bicep. feel bad as her breath hitches, the sensation of your skin on hers registering in her mind.

you feel a little less bad when the fight or flight kicks in. not surprising that she chose fight. so now you’re pinned to her mattress by either shoulder, look of stun turning to one of amusement as you realize how convenient her instincts are. although you can't hear her, you know she disagrees, but the heavy breath and laxing of her brows shows you the relief is there.

she rolls her eyes before crawling off you, palms hitting her forehead as she sits beside you.

“thought that was heading somewhere else.” you jab, sitting up from where you lay. her head lifts, a slight scowl on her face. you don’t bother to hide it.

“you can’t just come here whenever you w-“ and then her eyes travel down, catching the dark red that looked even darker when there was nothing but diluted moonlight to shine on it.

“what is that? is that blood?” she sounds curious, worried--but not shocked. she wasn’t a fucking idiot. you knew she knew. or at least had a rough idea. you smile at her observance.

“what if it was?” you tease.

“who…?” she barely asks. she didn’t want to know the answer. her hands were shaking. you weren’t going to give her that information. ruin her night so soon. not until she at least got a taste of what you felt.

you push up to stand on your knees, crawling to where she curled up in a state of anxiety. you hoped she’d believe your intentions were to soothe it, but instead she’s scooting away. you grab her wrist before she can give you any verbal protest.

“i’m not going to hurt you.” you say it softly as you sit in front of her. she’s staring at you over the bend of her knees. looks so fucking scared, but you can tell she’s trying to be strong. her head falls, eyes giving up the hold on you and retreating to her lap. she still has one hand hugging her legs, so you grab that one as well. you stroke her knuckles with your thumb, calming the storm you’d caused.

“mikasa.” you whisper, nurture in your voice. “look at me, baby.”

and she does. she always loved it when you called her like that. it warms her, and she feels okay again. okay enough to keep her gray eyes on yours as she squeezes your palms. the gaze you share is so blissful, but even more ignorant. her eyes start to travel down, down to where your lips pout in sympathy. her hand leaves yours.

“blood.” she whispers as her thumb dabs the corner of your mouth. you let her sit with it. let her get used to what it is that you’re becoming to her. she strays from the corner, bringing the red with her, smearing it across where you’d worked so hard to wipe clean. you hear her breath quicken, but before she can retreat, her wrist is back in your hand, being held in place against you. her eyes go back to yours.

you pull her hand back, just enough to see where you stained her pale skin. something about it was bittersweet. the blood looked so vibrant. it complimented her hue. like the color was made for her. but it was a tarnish. a poison maybe. something that was corrupting her. it had warmth brewing in you. still, the sick pleasure wasn’t something you wanted to entertain. you wanted to wash her clean from whatever it was that you’d dirtied her with.

she gasps when you pull her hand back to your mouth. her eyes stay with yours as her thumb slides between your lips. the pad of her finger hits your tongue. the taste of blood with it, but all you can focus on is the taste of her. you suck until you can’t taste the metal anymore. and then suck some more. just to fill yourself with it.

“what are you doing?” she asks. so nervous. voice high like she’s terrified of the answer. your eyes open. you hadn’t realized that they’d closed. her hand retreats to her body, your own chasing after it, landing at her jaw.

“...have you ever kissed anyone?” you ask. your voice is too low to be innocent. her brows furrow in confusion.

“dumb question. you’ve kissed me.” you don’t bother elaborating on the sloppy drunk makeouts. “but have you kissed him?”

she hesitates, but her head shakes nonetheless. you push a little closer. you want to see her eyes. her eyes always gave away her lies.

“i’m your best friend. you can tell me these things, mikasa.” it’s genuine. how could she lie to you when you were right in front of her, calm and collected, asking her genuinely. she swallows right before the nod.

you know she expects you to be angry. to call her a slut or a whore or whatever it was you always said when she talked to someone who wasn’t you. but you don’t. you don’t have anything to be angry about. she’s yours.

and she knows it when your grip on her draw tightens, pulling her forward as you meet her right over the bend of her knees. it’s uncomfortable, but she keeps pushing forward. you try to treat her gently, soft swipes at her lip with your tongue while you move against her, but she’s greedy. she repositions, shifting her knees to press into the mattress as she sits on her ankles. her hands go to your thighs, fingernails digging in as she just keeps pushing. and you let her. her strength is nice. nice to be pushed so easily backwards. nice to feel her protective presence over you as you fall to her pillows.

your hand moves down, playing with the waistband of her pants. you were ready to just take it without a second thought. but the poor thing got spooked.

“wait.” she whispers it, resting her forehead on yours. you look up at her closed eyes, hands coming to her shoulders, squeezing them every time her breath shakes.

“what is it, baby.” and, like a charm, she opens her eyes to you again, an admiring, yearning look in them.

“i’ve nev-... you know that i’ve never…” you give her a glance of understanding, moving one of your hands to cup her cheek, nodding softly.

“i’ll help you.” you almost laugh. she was on top of you, kissing you harder than you could process, and you were about to help her.

you move the hand that’s not on her cheek to the hem of her shirt. she meets you there with one of hers.

“first…” you watch as your hand cups hers, guiding her to pull the fabric up her torso. “...you take this off.”

the fabric falls from her head. you pull the sleeves from her arms before tossing it to the ground. one hand goes back to support her body, with her forearm moving to cover her bare breasts. you grip where her elbow creases.

“i’ve seen it before.” you assure her as you pull her arm back. and god they’re pretty, falling soft. pale skin with light penny-colored nipples tasting so sweet when you pull her down far enough for her tits to sit comfortably on your lips. she gasps. then she whines. you can hear her breath hovering just above your head. your hands slide up and down her back, squeezing the warm skin as you pull her closer. eventually her torso breaks the six inch gap with your chest, and she’s grinding her hips up and down as you kiss and bite at the silky lumps of fat you smother yourself with.

you let one of your hands stray down to her hips before gliding over the fabric of her sweats. your other hand continues handling her breast as you grab at her ass, pulling the fat of each as you make out curses from above.

your hand moves lower, situating itself between her legs. you can feel the warmth through the thick fabric that covers her cunt. feels like it’s drawing you in. you push. it was barely any pressure, but she’s moaning, hips shifting to allow you closer.

you could tell how wound up she was. how much she needed you to touch her. so when that moan is the last sound you hear from her, you’re confused. she lets out a huff before flipping beside you. back to sitting on her calves as she loses control of her panicking nerves. you follow after her.

“are you o-”

“you’re fucking covered in blood.” she spits.

“i told you i wouldn’t hurt you.” you sigh with annoyance. she just stares.

“who?” she tries to be more stern this time.

“it doesn’t matter.” you shake your head, grabbing ahold of her jaw once again.

“why won’t you tell me?” she asks. she doesn’t pull away as you continue closer.

“because i’m not thinking about them right now. i’m only thinking about you.” she starts to lean back, spreading her thighs as one of yours comes between them. her eyes are sad as she looks up at you, brows turned up like a dog begging for table scraps. her head meets the pillow, and your voice becomes a whisper.

“i will tell you about the guy that hit on you at that little cafe, though.” you give her a small smile with the tease. her eyes look to be glossed with fear, but the way her hips shift upwards tells you a different story. your hand skips over her breasts this time, going straight for her cunt.

“and the guy from your english course that you couldn’t stop gushing about.” her panties are all wet. you feel it as you finally slip below the waistband of her pants, cupping her through the soft cotton. you can hear--feel her breathing get faster. you push your head down until your lips nearly brush into hers.

“and the waiter who couldn’t stop staring at your tits when i took you out to eat. the one who wrote his phone number on our bill.” you’re testing her, opening your mouth with each vowel in a way that invites her in. her lungs fill with air every time you make her think you’re about to kiss her, lips parting as she pushes forward, sharp exhales rolling out. her hand moves to hold the back of your neck. “i made sure he died slow.”

you see a tear fall before she’s pulling you down to her. you take the submission as an opportunity to move her panties to the side. she gasps into your mouth when the pad of your middle finger slides against her clit. she’s so fucking warm and puffy. peaking out and begging for it. she has a sensitivity to her that makes it clear she’d never been touched like this before. it makes your own arousal stir. your hips push back on her thigh before you come up for air.

“really killed for you and you’re not even gonna finger fuck me.” you pant it with a smile. she gives you a look of stun before scrambling her way through your tangled limbs to situate her hand at your lower stomach. you smile.

she goes for the button of your jeans at the same time you do. it’s clumsy and inefficient, but after a few position changes you’re back to straddling her thigh in nothing but your underwear and a flimsy tanktop. you can tell she’s running on adrenaline when she slips her hand under your panties without hesitation. you lean back down to kiss her again, hips rising to give her hand room to rub your clit with as much precision as someone so naive and inexperienced could have.

the hand that's not between her legs moves back to her breast, squeezing it while you kiss down her jaw.

“take your shirt off.” she breathes. you pull back to look at her. she was telling you what to do. your pathetic, virgin best friend was telling you to show her your tits. and you were doing it.

she pushes up once your breasts fall from the fabric. her eyes don’t close as she paints the skin with her tongue and lips, instead looking up at you. with that view, you can’t fucking help but push down on the finger sitting right at your entrance. she hums into your skin once she’s inside. your warmth pulls her, urging her to curl once her knuckles hit the crease of your ass.

the absence of you on her own cunt is painful. she’s left mindlessly bucking her hips into nothing as you bounce yourself on top of her. its fucking torture. she pulls off in a hurry, a string of spit connecting her mouth and your nipple.

“i- i need…-” she stutters, looking down to where your hips grind themselves into her fingers.

“what?” your hand comes to her hair, tangling in her scalp as you pull her head up to look at you.

“what do you need, baby?” you see the switch in her gaze. something unsure and ashamed to something feral. all you hear is a strained fuck before you’re on your back, mikasa shuffling out of her sweatpants with the help of one hand while the other continues pushing into you. she doesn’t bother asking for help, instead mimicking your previous position, one of your thighs between both of hers.

she kisses you again before she allows herself an intermission. but eventually she slows, pulling her fingers from your cunt. she looks down between your bodies at the shiny coating to them.

“taste it.” you almost giggle at the look she gives you. you nod at her, walking her through the process.

you wish you hadn’t, though. because you fucking whine when you look up to see her taking her fingers into her mouth. lewd sucking noises paired with her hums. her eyes falling shut in enjoyment. it's pathetic, but your hips push up. you can’t even stop them. she looked too fucking good.

when your abdomen contracts, and your lower half tilts up, mikasa feels it. she feels it on her cunt as yours slides against it. it fucking breaks her. you hear the moan, see her look to where your body has stimulated her. her finger leaves her mouth, traveling down to where all her attention is focused.

you think she’s going to finger you again when you feel her pull the fabric to the side--but instead she grabs your hand, replacing it with her own, having you continue to reveal yourself to her as she does the same thing to her own panties.

she didn’t even have the patience to take them off. so fucking needy that you’re left fisting a fabric in your hand as she rubbed her soaked cunt onto yours. her bare cunt. its fucking slick and messy, but you’re both able to find enough friction to fill the room with eachothers moans.

she fucks against you with so much determination. it’s not enough, though. she tries to find ways to get more, hooking her hand under your knee, pulling it up so she can get closer. you can feel every fold on your clit, the sensation making you buck into her with so much force. it almost made you sore.

“you’re a…-” she starts. her head falls but her hips keep rocking back and forth. she sounds defeated, even as her body approaches a finish line.

“you’re a murderer.” it’s punctuated by a whine caused by a harsher thrust.

there wasn’t anything for you to say. “yeah.”

“i’m… with a murderer.” she can’t even say it. god you wanna fucking kiss her. kiss her to make her shut up--but also just because you wanted it.

“you’re what?” you ask. you want to hear her say it. want to watch the guilt ravish her. but she just stays quiet.

“you’re fucking a murder? letting a murderer take what they want from your virgin pussy? s’that what you wanted to say, baby?” even just as a breath, your words were mean. you don’t know if she’s about to cry or cum from the whine she gives. but the oh god you hear from her, and the clenching of her cunt that you feel tells you that the latter is more likely.

“fuck… don’t say that. ‘m gonna-... fuck.” she can’t finish her sentence as the whiny sobs take over. sounds like a bitch in heat as she humps you wildly. but you’re no better. your hands go to either side of her torso, one resting at her back while the other feels around her slightly sweat-damn abs. you try to hold her as close as possible as your hips keep pushing into yours, watching her tits bounce with every slide against your cunt.

she cums before you, gripping onto your knee, thigh and arm as she repeats curses with her squeaky fucked out voice. you ignore the cries as you use her to get yourself off. her cum lubricates you as you grab her ass. she falls, head resting half on your shoulder and half on her pillow case while you thrust against her raw cunt.

“i can’t…- fuck… i can’t. please.” she sobs, gripping onto the sheets while you use her like a toy.

“just a few more seconds.” it comes out as a beg.

you watch the way your hands slide as you pull at her ass, the red marks it leaves behind--and you can’t help but pull your hand back. listening to the way the slap fills the room, followed by her pained cry and the jiggle of her fat has your orgasm rolling in. you bite your lip to hold back the desperate moans, but it’s pointless.

your thighs squeeze around her as it hits you. you no longer move your body to grind into her, but your hips still buck. you nearly overstimulate yourself from the subconscious motions.

her grip releases once you release from your final thrust, but the soft cries don’t end. it’s like music to your ears as the clarity washes over you. you did it. you were the one that got to have her. that got to take this from her. not the guy from the cafe. not the guy from her english class. not the waiter. and not him.

it was you. and now she was yours.

you wait until her breath evens to try and say something. to tell her she did good. but you're interrupted by a piercing ring. the ceiling glows from the screen of her phone. her shaky hand reaches for the bedside table.

you see the number. it takes a minute, but you recognize who’s it is. you almost tell her not to pick up, but the part of you that wants to watch her crumble holds back.

“hello?” she asks. her voice is sweet, like she was expecting him to reply.

“...what?” you hear the shock. you can’t help but smile.

she turns back to you. eyes wide with anger. grief. betrayal. it didn’t matter, though. you’d already taken what you needed. already taken what he wanted so badly.

“eren’s dead.”

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Distraction (p2) ((Spencer Reid x Reader))

Summery: Your concern for Reid’s recent trauma turns into a confrontation of a drug problem, into more than friendly bonding

Type: Smut

Spencer Reid (criminal minds) x Reader

Reader uses they/them pronouns.

Part Two of varies connected smut shots

Baton Rouge was a headache. The unsub was clearly organized and intelligent, only based on the fact that you had run in circles with Reid and Morgan and still come up flat. You paced inside your hotel room, searching through your memories for any conclusions you might have missed. But the killer had to be meticulous. The clean kill, almost no evidence. A spotless case. Only one thing has stuck to you, and it had nothing to do with the investigation.

Reid had been strange, the last few weeks, almost months, which was not out of the ordinary for someone going through a traumatic experience. Shaking, irritability, more than the usual reclusively. The way he now shied away from your touch...the dilated eyes...constant blush...

You couldn't take it anymore. Your worry felt like it was gnawing at your insides. You sighed, stopping your pacing and staring at your hotel room door.

Lucky for you, he was just right next to you. You could hear footsteps from inside. Up late, you guessed. You gently knocked on the door. "Spencer?" You said, barely loud enough for him to hear you. You heard him stop dead. "I just wanted to check on you, I cant sleep..."

There was silence, before the door clicked open. He swung the door slightly ajar. He peeked through.

"U-uh, (f/n), I'm not really..." he trailed off as he looked into your eyes, then looked at the ground in front of you.

It didn't take a profiler to see through him. Sweat beading at his temple, avoidance of eye contact, visibly shaking. His lip quivered as he searched for words.

"Reid, please let me in? " you frowned. He tried to close the door, but you placed your foot to keep it wedged open. "I know, I'm probably out of line here, but, I'm... worried."

He examined your face, eyes darting over you. He huffed, nodding and opening the door.

You walked in. "You weren't yourself today." The door shut behind Spencer. He was now in full view as he faced you.

Your eyes always found themselves lingering on his slender figure, tall and lithe. His arms were crossed defensively against his chest, eyes on the floor, biting inside of his cheek.

"I just haven't been sleeping." He said with a straight face, too forced to be believable.

"Spence," you gently touched his arm. He jerked away violently, much to your surprise. "Okay, look, you can talk to me. Whatever's going on..."

"What, what, you'll understand? Listen?" He snapped, glaring at you through narrow eyes. You flinched, but stayed quiet. He scoffed. "Look, I don't care what Hotch, or-or Gideon, Morgan, or anyone says. I'm fine, I can do my job."

You watched as he ran his hands through his hair. It was not brushed, unkept. You could tell there was a build up of grease. It explained the build up of stubble, and the small amount of acne that was building up on his forehead though he was in his 20s.

He sat on the queen mattress, resting his face in his hands. He bounced his leg. He let out a shaky breath. You slowly approached the bed, sitting beside him.

"I don't need people treating me like I'm weak. Its nothing I cant handle."

"No one thinks your weak." You reached to put your hand on his shoulder, taping it lightly before resting your hand on it. "We care about you. I care about you."

He was silent. Your eyes skimmed to his bag, instantly finding something out of place. You stood, striding over. You squatted down, reaching in and grabbing a small bottle.

"Hey-don't-"

"Dilaudid, Spencer?" You stood, shaking it in his face. He went to snatch it away from you, and you pulled it away.

"I-I didn't- it's not- its from the hospital-" he tried to reach for it again, but you stepped back.

"Don't. Lie to me about this. This is serious." Your voice was deadpan, glaring straight into his eyes that refused to return it.

He continued to stutter, slipping over his words. "Please, (y/n), I can handle it, you don't need to worry. It's nothing." His voice was in a hushed tone. You could see tears in his eyes. He suddenly looked like a confused child, scared and alone.

"Spence..." You felt yourself soften. You watched as he tried to hold his face together, quivering as a tear fell down his cheek.

"It just gets so loud, sometimes, in my own head..." his voice cracked. his arms motioned as he spoke. "I hear his voice, I feel the pain and...the pain of everything and it just-I can't"

He turned away, a quiet sob escaping his lips.

You touched him, and when he didn't shy away, wrapped your arms around him. You rested your head on his back, feeling as he relaxed in your arms. You felt your eyes water as you held him. "We don't have to talk about it right now, okay?" you cooed. He let out a long, shaky breath. "You should take a warm shower. I'll leave if you want me to..."

"No, no. Please stay." He sniffled, turning. Though his face was streaked with tears, his usual mask was on again. "I would...Like company."

You blushed, smiling and nodding. He smiled back, but quickly went into the bathroom, clicking the lock shut. You let out a soft sigh of relief when you heard the shower water start.

You laid on the bed, a shaky breath escaping your lips. But... you had to admit that you weren't shocked. You tried to push it out of your mind for now, the feeling of guilt plaguing you. You couldn't have done anything, you told yourself, just help him now.

You wiped away your own guilty tears, sniffling. You stared at the bottle, as if it would whisper its secrets to you. You understood, somewhat. To erase the pain, to forget the horrors that plague you in your waking hours, even the sleeping ones. To hide behind you intellect just for it to be torn down by a tsunami of emotions. He was just in pain. In so much pain...

You wished you could stop it. But that was unrealistic, right? If you were good enough to make it better, make him happy. You stopped, scolding yourself for the line of thought. You had only slept together, once, almost a year ago. You had a silent agreement to not talk about it. You would most likely be fired, never find another job...All you had been reduced to were soft glances.

The shower hissed to a stop, drawing your attention away. You sat up quickly, watching as the door swung open. He must like his showers hot, you thought to yourself as steam rolled from the doorway. But you were immediately sidetracked by seeing Dr. Reid walk out, towel tied around his waist loosely.

You found your eyes wandering, over his chest and stomach. The obvious curvature of his hips on his thin body, the towel resting low enough that the trail of hair on his stomach turned into pubic hair. He moved his wet hair from his face and looked up at you. You fumbled over your words, covering your eyes. "I am so sorry. I can leave."

He chuckled, and you looked up to see a soft blush painted across his nose. "Its fine, (y/n), I was, uh, just grabbing some clothes."

You peaked through your fingers, watching as he crouched over his bag to dig for clothes. His back was strong, you had to be in the FBI, yet he still seemed like a toothpick. The curve of his spine was as obvious as his hips, and his ass...

You turned around fast as he stood. "Would you, uh. mind if I, uhm, changed?"

"No, no, not at all..." You buried your face in your hands, feeling the hotness of your face. You felt like screaming, and your mind was already running into walls as you tried to push your arousal into a small box. Your body burnt, fire from your face to your pelvis. Your growing (wetness/erection) betrayed your feelings.

You peeked up, watching as he pulled up his sweatpants. "Do you still want me here?" you muttered. He sighed, sitting next to you. He didn't bother putting on a shirt. For the first time, the injection marks on his arms were obvious. He must have noticed you staring.

"Yes." He struggled to say, gently touching your hand. You gently took it, as he slipped his fingers between yours and gripped tightly. He was still shaking, and it was as if he was holding onto you for all manor of stability. "You know...Through all of this, I keep thinking that this would be different if I was just stronger. If I didn't let it get to me like this-"

"You're not weak, you're human."

He looked up at you, moving a single strand of hair from his face. "You know, Its funny. The thing I'm most worried about is you thinking...I don't know. It's not relevant."

"Spence..." You caressed his cheek gently. He seemed to search for something to say, but instead met your eyes for a brief moment.

He leaned in, kissing you gently on the lips. You froze in place as his lips touched yours, waiting for you to close the gap. You kissed him back softly, closing your eyes. His face and hair were still wet, and his lips were soft. He pulled away slowly.

"I've, uh, kind of missed that..." he whispered breathlessly. He held your face in his hands. Kissing you again, you felt yourself melt into him. Your defenses found themselves lowering, completely relaxed. You scooted closer, leaning in and resting your hands on his thigh. You could have done this for hours, you thought to yourself.

You gripped onto his pantleg, letting out a soft moan. He took that as an invitation to continue his advances, running his hand through your hair and pressing his tongue between your lips. Your tongues pressed against each other, needing and wanting to taste the other.

"You know, you can actually taste if someone's genetically compatible through their saliva. If its sour, you're not, but if its sweet, it means that your children will have strong immune systems." He rested his forehead on yours, taking a breath. You glanced down at your hands. You saw why he had paused; he was overexcited.

"Oh, that is fascinating. I would love to hear more facts." You purred, a mischievous blush crawling on your face.

"Oh, Well," you began to kiss his jaw. "Did you know that orgasms reduce blood pressure?" His breathing became more labored as you made your way to his neck. "Did you know... that...fuck..."

He let out a loud moan as you bit his neck. He gripped onto you, grabbing you and pulling you on top of his lap.

"Maybe you're more of a tactical learner..." he growled, kissing you roughly. There wasn't any hesitation now as his hands pulled up your shirt. He attacked your chest and stomach with love bites, kisses and hickies, like an animal unable to control himself anymore.

"Spencer~" you moaned, running your hands through his hair and pulling. He moaned, looking up at you.

He ran his tongue over your nipple, before sucking on it. You gasped, grinding your hips against his erection. He reached down your pants , through the hem of your underwear, just to feel at you.

"You're so (wet/hard), just for me." He huffed, beginning to trail his fingers down to your entrance. "If I had known you were this... desperate, I would have bent you over and railed you every chance I had." he pressed a finger into you, leaning into t he crook of your neck. You let out a gasp as he fingered you. He nuzzled against you, kissing your neck tenderly.

"That would have been hot." You moaned breathlessly, pulling his hair more. He seemed to enjoy it, as it prompted him to harshly bite your jaw with a soft growl.

He dug his nails into your hips, groaning as he grinded against you. "Can we keep going?" He asked quietly. You nodded. "Perfect. I...would really like to taste you again." He blushed more than he was before, stumbling slightly as he tried to force the words out. It was cute, seeing him so flustered. You bit your lip as a smirk crawled onto you lips.

"Mmm, taste me?" You let out a bratty purr, running your fingers over the hem of his boxers that rested higher than his sweats. "I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Dr. Reid. You'll have to be more specific." You reached your hands in, feeling his at his cock, only tracing around the tip at first. "Tell me, which part of me?"

He closed his eyes, tilting his head back and moaning as you began to stroke his cock. He throbbed in your hand, begging for release. He was already leaking precum. He seemed to forget what he was going to say, simply melting into the pleasure your grip gave him. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, panting. "Your (pussy/ass)." He groaned. "Why don't you sit on my face?"

He laid down, motioning for you. "God, you really do have an oral fixation, huh." You muttered. You obeyed his orders.

He pressed his tongue against your entrance, licking around it sensually. You moaned, shivering. He held you in place by your ass, which he massaged and pinched to his satisfaction. He pressed his tongue inside you at the same time he gave a slap to your ass.

You let out a pained moan, feeling a twang of pleasure volt throughout your body. "Oh, you're so dirty." You giggled. He simply looked up at you and winked before going back to feeling your insides with his warm, wet tongue.

It turned you on, thinking about how deviant Spencer was under it all. A sadomasochist who preferred giving over receiving.

"Spence, I wanna try something ."

He paused, looking up expectantly. You turned on top of him, making sure your (pussy/ass) was very much still accessible. You leaned down, teasing him as you licked around the tip of his cock before sucking on it gently.

"… that's a very good idea..." he moaned. He continued to eat you out, his stubble brushing against you as his tongue left no part of you unexplored. You did the same, taking him as deep as you could, just savoring the taste of his cock in your mouth. You ran your tongue over every vein, massaging his balls as you shafted his length into your throat. You gagged slightly, nesting yourself for just a moment into his pubic hair, savoring the taste of his cock and the smell of him.

You felt your body start shivering, getting close. "Spence... Spence... I'm close..." you moaned, drool trailing between your mouth and his cock. "Please...please can I cum?"

He didn't answer, simply groaning and continuing. You took that as a yes.

"Fuck, your tongue feels so good, Spencer. You're so good." You moaned, letting yourself unwind as you neared the edge. "I can't take it, I'm gonna..."

You let out a cry as your eyes rolled back, feeling the wave of release wash over you. You were still for almost a minute, brain completely blank from the orgasm. It took you a moment to return to reality, panting and looking down at Spencer. His face was a mess, covered in your (cum/fluids), but he couldn't seem happier. He was smiling like a dork, the spark of excitement still in his eyes.

"I didn't think i could do that with-with, you know, just my mouth." He stuttered, giggling slightly as he sat up. You tried to stand, but he playfully grabbed you and pulled you back into his lap. "What, you think I'm done with you? " he kissed the back of your neck. You giggled as he started to tickle you playfully. You fought against him.

"Reid! No! I'm ticklish!" You pleaded through your laughter as he tackled you to the ground, not letting up his torture. You found yourself wrestling him, rolling over to figure out who was the one in charge.

Inevitably, Reid ended up on top, your wrists pinned to the ground as the two of you came down from your playful mood. He stared down at you, looking at every part of your body with admiration.

"You still haven't cum, right?" You purred, pulling away your wrists and wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think about how you feel inside me all the time." You whispered. He kissed you, stroking his cock while he did before positioning it.

He pressed inside you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips. He looked down at you, his brown eyes that normally in the office avoided others staring right into you. You could practically see his intelligence, his kindness, his soul inside them.

"Your eyes are beautiful." you found yourself whisper, caressing his face with one hand. He blushed, breaking eye contact.

"Y-yours are dilated...I think that means you like me." He smiled shyly, despite the fact he was inside you.

This time was different than the first, more intimate. He wanted to feel as much of you on him as possible, kissing your lips and hugging you close to him. You wrapped your legs around him. His strokes immediately became faster, more demanding. He pulled away, grabbing your legs and holding them up to get deeper into you.

"Fuck. No one's ever made me feel this way. So...hungry..." he moaned, ramming into you. You didnt care if Morgan next door could hear your cries anymore. All you could focus on was his scent, his voice, his face still smeared with your mess, the feeling of his cock inside you. Nothing else mattered.

It was almost primal as you felt yourself degrade into nothing but a moaning mess subject to Spencer's will. Submitting to him physically, and mentally. He reached down, gently placing a hand over your throat.

"I-I can do it properly, if you, i mean... can i choke you?" He moaned. You simply nodded. He wrapped his hand across your throat, choking you as he made his final few thrusts.

He squeezed almost too tight as he hilted himself inside you, cum spilling into you. "I don't know if I should make a habit of that." He panted as he came down from his own orgasm, letting himself practically fall on top of you. He hadn't even bothered to pull out, just cuddling into you.

He suddenly seemed like a giant teddy bear, nuzzling you and clinging to you. His hair wasn't wet with water anymore, but sweat pooled on his forehead. You stroked his hair affectionately.

"I really can't understand why you would chose to have a sexual relationship with me. Of all people." He muttered. You could feel his eyelashes flutter against your neck.

"Do you...want a sexual relationship?"

He looked up at you, cocking his head in confusion. "I thought...this is what that is. "

You shrugged. "I guess so. We would get fired in a second."

"So, we don't get caught."

You kissed him, trying to forget about the consequences if you two did get caught.

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Distraction (p1) ((Spencer Reid x Reader))

Summery: You and Dr. Reid are stuck in a local library searching through files. But you’re both easily distracted by one another.

Type: Smut

Spencer Reid (criminal minds) x Reader

Reader uses they/them pronouns.

Part one of varies connected smut shots

The library was supposed to set the mood for research, but instead it made you want to claw your eyes out with a rusty fork. File after file after file of potential unsubs. At least the private room was quiet.

Some FBI agent I am, you thought as you glanced up at Reid. While Morgan and Hotch got to do the exciting work, you and Reid were stuck with files.

Organized killer, most likely highly intelligent and charismatic, only targets teenage boys, sexually frustrated, etc. The words swam through your head as you tried to find the man who most fit the profile you had all built. And thus far, there was a stack of nothings, and another two stacks beckoning.

"I'm almost jealous of Penelope right now." Reid smiled. He always seemed out of place, no matter where he was. Even his smile. His handsome-

Shut up. Stop. That's inappropriate.

"Yeah, tell me about it." You sighed, closing yet another file that didn't fit the profile. "I'd rather read one paragraph by Sigmund Freud than read one more file."

He cocked his head, seemingly bemused. "Don't torture yourself. Freud is enough to make anyone's nose turn up."

"That's the joke, Spence." You chuckled, patting him on the shoulder. He seemed to flinch away slightly. You retract your hand, frowning. "Sorry. "

"No no, don't apologize, its just..." a soft blush was painted over his cheeks as he became flustered. He seemed to be suddenly off in his own world, having an internal debate with himself.

You again reached out, slowly, gently putting a hand on his back. He didn't shy away. He was warm, you noticed. The soft touch, even the most gentle brush against him sent fire through your veins. You felt your heart race.

"Hey, Spencer, what's wrong?" You asked. He sighed, finally turning his chair towards you. He looked at you, yet avoided direct eye contact.

"Do you... have you ever desired something that...maybe you can't have? Or, shouldn't, at the least, that it may be inappropriate to reach out to take it, or ask-"

"Spence, Spence, relax." You cooed. You could tell something was on his mind. You gently touched his hand, and he slowly took it. You could feel his pulse through the veins in his hand, beating hard, and fast. Like he was racing, scared, or... excited.

"Dr. (L/N), uh, (F/N), I..." he seemed to choke on his own spit. You leaned closer to his face. You could smell his breath, like black coffee.

"Go on." You whispered.

He looked up, brown eyes piercing into you. You felt a wave through your body as you stared at each other. But the moment only lasted a second before your lips crashed together.

You saw it in his eyes. A craving, lust. He might have seen it in you as well. You grasped onto him as he pulled you closer, almost demanding.

His tongue pressed against your lips, then gently against your tongue. He seemed excited to feel every part of yours with his. His hand began to wander down to your belt...

"This. Is. Highly. Inappropriate. " he moaned breathlessly between kisses.

"Do you care?" You huffed, running your hand through his hair and gripping tightly.

He leaned down to kiss your neck, nuzzling against your jawline. "No." He whispered simply.

You heard files violently crash to the ground as he pinned you to the table, holding your wrists down as he attacked your neck with gentle kisses, then rough bites. Some of them were sure to leave marks, but in the moment, you didn't care. It felt perfect to be under him. You let out a soft moan, arching your back and pressing into him.

He let go of your wrists, hands instead tracing down your neck. He seemed almost afraid to touch you, as if you were a fragile, valuable object that may shatter if he dared to be rougher. His hesitation ended as he ran his fingers over the hem of your jeans. He teased you as he traced your pubic like, kissing your jaw and giving it a playful love bite before he began undoing your pants.

"S-Spencer..." you felt yourself shake with excitement as he reached his hand in, pressing strong fingers against your entrance. He silenced your moans with a rough kiss. His tongue was more dominant, more demanding as he pressed a single finger into you.

You could feel the heat of his fingers inside of you, exploring your insides to his satisfaction. He seemed to be enjoying it as much as you did. He let out a breathless groan, pulling his lips away to look down at you. His honey eyes filled with lust. You could almost feel him shaking with excitement as he pushed in another finger.

"You're so warm..." he nuzzled against your neck, lips brushing against your skin. "You want this, right?" He whispered into your ear, wavering only slightly. You nodded, wrapping your arms around him to pull him closer.

"I want to hear you say it." His voice was low now, as if he were growling. He began to slowly press another finger inside, hooking them. He pressed against your (cervix/prostate) gently.

"I want you." You gasped, digging your nails into his shoulders. He seemed to enjoy that, letting out a soft moan. You could feel his face nuzzled against your neck, the intense heat radiating off of his body and onto yours.

"I want you." He echoed back, pulling his fingers out gently. He used the same hand, tracing your lips with his thumb before pressing it into your mouth. He stared down at you expectantly. You pressed your tongue against his thumb, moaning as you wrapped your lips around it. He cycled through each finger, pressing his hips against yours. He was throbbing violently against his jeans.

"Mmm, does Dr. Reid have a little oral fixation?" You smirked as he caressed your face. He blushed, looking away. "Aww, you do? That's adorable~"

He shut you up, pressing his thumb violently against your tongue. "Shh." He commanded. You obeyed, watching him as he knelt down in front of you.

He pulled you'd pants the rest of the way off, checking the clock and the door lock as he did. He pushed your legs apart, nuzzling your knee affectionately. You winced when he started planting kisses on your thighs, trailing up to your...

"Spencer!" You gasped as he bit your inner thigh, almost sadistically. You could feel his canines pressing against your flesh, begging to tear through like a hungry animal. He grinded his teeth gently before letting go, a welt left in his place.

"Sorry." He muttered. "I won't do that again."

Before you could respond, you felt a wet tongue press against your (ass/clit), circling it with curious lust. He looked up, making direct eye contact as he moved his tongue, exploring every little part of you. It was like it was new, exciting, and fuck did he have a good mouth.

You ran your hand through his soft hair, gripping it softly. When Spencer started boldening his tongue strokes in response, you tightened your grip, gaining a soft moan from his lips that vibrated against your sex.

"Sadomasochist..." you said between moans. You could feel him smirk against you. Your head arched back.

It was like you were feeling it all at once. Spencer Reid, on top of you, feeling inside of you, touching you all over with his mouth and hands. There was so much, and you were so close..."

Then he stopped.

You gasped, throbbing as your orgasm was denied by him. "I was close!" You managed, panting.

He simply stood, licking his lips. "I know. I could feel it." He kissed you, and you were vaguely aware of the sound of a zipper. "If you orgasm, i want to feel you around me. I want to feel you pulse around my cock..."

You could feel the head of his cock being rubbed against your entrance, already leaking precum. "I've been thinking about this. About you. It consumes my mind." He whispered. "I think I-I crave you, (F/N). I want you."

"I want you too, Dr. Reid."

He gently pressed into you, letting out a sigh of relief from him as his length shafted itself inside of you. You looked up at him. He was staring at your (pussy/ass), watching as he began to thrust in and out of you slowly. Just admiring the scene.

He gently grabbed your legs, putting them over his shoulder as he fucked you faster. His large length rammed into you, stretching your insides to fit him. All you could feel was his cock throbbing inside you, rubbing against every wet wall and sensitive spot. You couldn't take it. It was all so...

You let out a cry, covering your mouth in fear of being caught. Your body shivered as you orgasmed, tightening around him as he fucked you.

"That was so hot." He barely managed to get the words out as he melted into you, pressing into a sloppy kiss. He went faster, harder, you moaning softly as your insides were still being stimulated. "M-may I cum inside you?"

You had to force back a laugh. Not at him, but because even when he was ruthlessly fucking you, he cared about grammar rules. "Yes!" You gasped.

It didn't take him much longer than that to finish, hilting himself inside you as he came. You dully felt as his hot cum filled your insides.

He panted, sweat beading down his forehead as he rested on you, holding your head gently. He let out a sigh, pulling you closer to him.

"Dr-"

"Spencer. You just fucked me. You can call me by my first name."

He chuckled. "(F/N), do you.... maybe want to get, coffee? There's a place across the street I saw-"

"Yes, I would love to get coffee with you. "

He seemed relieved, gently kissing you on the lips one last time before pulling his now soft length out of you. He glanced at you one last time, eye lingering on the cum leaking from you before fixing his pants.

"You're (handsome/beautiful)." He muttered softly, before clearing his throat and picking up the files that were carelessly regarded. "We will tell Hotchner that the line at the café was long."

"If you say so, lover." You chuckled, buttoning your pants and kissing him. He closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss.

"This breaks many rules." He stated when you pulled away with a smirk on his face.

"If you pay for coffee, I won't tell a soul."

Maybe the bite marks would, though.

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