#minors go away

[reputationmunson]

Brought Me Back to Life | S.H x fem!reader

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Summary: The suspicion of your boyfriend cheating grows and grows causing you to go get a drink, or several, at a local bar. What happens when you meet a man with the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen?

Content: SMUT (18+ ONLY), modern!au, infidelity, flirting, drinking, swearing, oral (f&m rec), fingering (fem rec), oral (m rec), slight exhibitionism, protected sex, multiple orgasms, titty sucking, missionary position, sort of rough, slight choking, dirty talk, praise, fluff, pet names, use of y/n, afab!reader, she/her pronouns, barely proofread

word count: 4.8k

a/n: In honor of it being Steve’s birthday and also high infidelity day i figured this was fitting! Enjoy! (sort of based on high infidelity by t swizzle)

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The noise in the bar drowns out as you stare into your drink, hoping it will magically give you some sort of answer to your problem. 

You were supposed to have a date with your boyfriend tonight, but apparently he had “stay late at the office” and by that you’re pretty sure he means he has to bury himself in his secretary.

It’s so cliche, isn’t it? A man having an affair with his secretary while you stay at home being the so-called perfect girlfriend. It’s ridiculous. 

“Why don’t you just leave him?” your best friend asked you the first time your suspicion appeared and isn’t that the question of the century?

At first, the thought of leaving him seemed scary and it still sort of is. He’s your first serious boyfriend and the beginning of the relationship started off so well. He was kind, affectionate, and treated you like you could walk on water. It all seemed too good to be true. Turns out you were right. 

Now, he barely touches you, he only tells you he loves you when you say it first, and you can’t remember the last time he did anything nice for you. You keep hoping he’ll change at that it’s all just a phase, but there’s only so much hope a person can have. 

A man you’d seen in here a few times before sits next to you at the bar. You’d never properly met him, but he seemed kind. He was never creepy or crude. There were even multiple occasions that you’d seen him order a girl an uber when she was far too gone to do it herself and he waited with them to make sure they got in safely. It was endearing. 

He lets out a defeated sigh and you turn to look at him. “You okay?” you ask and his head whips up to look at you. “Me? Yeah, sorry. I’m here for my birthday and all my friends are gonna be here late so I’m kinda bummed” 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Happy birthday, though” you smile and he smiles back. He’s cute. Way too cute to be sad on his birthday. “Thanks. I know it’s totally lame to be a grown man and be upset about this” he chuckles. “No, I get it! I’d be sad too. You’re never too old to wanna have fun on your birthday, right?” 

“Right. I’m Steve, by the way” he introduces himself. “y/n.” you respond. “I like that name. Suits you” Is he flirting with you? Is it bad that you hope he is? “Thanks. Had it my whole life” you say and he laughs. 

“What are you drinking, birthday boy?” you ask due to the lack of alcohol in his glass. “Jack and coke. Why?”

“Hey, Tony!” you get the bartender's attention “Can I get a jack and coke and two tequila shots with limes, please?” you request. “On it, sugar” Tony replies before going to fetch the drinks. 

“You know him by name? You always come in here to cheer up sad guys on their birthdays?” he teases and you shake your head. “No” you laugh “I, um, I come in here whenever I have a fight with my boyfriend, which is pretty often. I guess I should get some better coping habits, huh?”

Boyfriend. ‘Of course you have a boyfriend’ Steve thinks to himself. Just his luck that the pretty girl he’s been admiring from afar for two months has a boyfriend. 

“What was it about? The fight, I mean” He wonders and hopes you don’t get upset with him for asking. “Oh, I’m pretty sure he’s cheating on me” you say it so casually Steve assumes this isn’t the first time you’ve had this thought. “Shit, I’m sorry. Why do you think that? If you don’t mind me asking” 

“He’s been having a lot of late nights at the ‘office’ lately and when he isn’t there, he’s always on the phone at two in the morning claiming it’s the office, but why would they need him that late? He’s shit at his job so he’s the last guy they should call. Oh, and I found an acrylic nail in his car that most definitely didn’t belong to me.” you sigh and feel a little embarrassed about the admission. You get enough judgment from yourself and you really don’t need it from the handsome man sitting next to you. 

“Shit, that sucks. I got cheated on once and, god, it was rough”

“Yeah, it is. Are you in a relationship now?” Wow, subtle you think as soon as the question leaves your mouth. “Nope. Single as a pringle over here” he cringes when he says it, but you laugh and he realizes it wasn’t that bad if you thought it was cute, even if he feels like an idiot for saying it. 

The bartender comes back to set your drinks in front of you and you thank him.

“You didn’t have to get me anything. I should be buying you drinks” he says and you shake your head at him “No way. It’s your birthday. I hope you like tequila. I didn’t even ask!” you exclaim and hand him the shot glass. “Are you kidding? I love it” he raises the shot glass to his lips but you stop him. 

“Are you a neanderthal? We gotta lick salt off of our hands first”

“Oh we do, do we?” he cocks his head and raises his eyebrows. He’s so pretty that you feel like you’re already tipsy before you’ve even had one full drink. “Yes, obviously. Salt, tequila, lime. It’s math” you state. “The only math I know is me plus tequila equals bad decisions” he responds and you lean in close to him. “I’d like to test that” you whisper and he gulps. His cheeks flush and you can’t help but smile. “o-okay, so, um, salt first?” he stammers. 

You grab a salt shaker and his hand. He feels dizzy from your touch and he can’t imagine what it’ll be like after he’s had a few drinks. “You gotta lick your hand” you move his hand near his mouth and wait for him to do so.

“You don’t wanna do that for me?” he smirks “Mm, you’d like that. Maybe the next one, though” you playfully wink. 

“I’m gonna hold you to that. Permission to take the shot?”

“Permission granted” 

You clink your glasses together and throw the tequila back. It slightly burns your throat, but oddly in a good way. You feel warmth spread throughout your body and you aren’t sure if it’s from the alcohol or from the way Steve hasn’t stopped looking at you. 

“Next rounds on me and no way we’re getting another shot of that” he grimaces. “I thought you said you loved tequila” you pout and he wants to kiss the expression right off your face. “I like when pretty girls take tequila shots with me” he corrects and you roll your eyes. “Alright, casanova. Unfortunately, this place doesn’t let you buy your own drinks on your birthday. Weird, right?” 

“So weird, considering I bought my first drink all on my own. How about I play you in a game of pool and loser buys” he suggests. “But I suck at pool” you whine and he stands up from his seat. “C’mon, I’ll go easy on you” he offers you his hand to help you down from the stool and you gladly accept the offer. 

“Do you wanna break?” he asks as he lines up the solids and stripes in formation. “No, you can. Might put you at an advantage and you’ll probably need it” you tease. “Oh really? Thought you said you suck at pool?” 

“I suck at pool, not trash talk” you clarify. “Ah, I see how it is. Watch and learn, pretty girl” 

Steve breaks and of course one of the balls goes into a pocket because he’s annoyingly good at everything from what you’ve seen so far. “Solids it is. You might wanna take a seat, I think I’m about to be on a streak” he jokingly gloats. 

Steve makes three in a row and it’s finally your turn. You assume what you thought was the correct position because it’s 8-ball and there’s really only one way you can do this. 

“That’s your form? No wonder you suck” 

“How many forms are there? This is, like, standard form” you defend and he tsks. “You gotta- hold on, I’ll show you.” Steve sets down his cue stick and walks over to you. 

“First, you’re kinda hunched over weird” Steve rests his hand on your lower back, signaling for you to arch a bit more and you comply. “y-yeah.That's good. Next, you gotta position your hips in line with the ball. It helps with aim” He doesn’t actually know if that’s true, but he still gently grabs your hips to position you. When you move, your ass brushes his crotch and he lets out a small gasp at the contact. 

“Now what?” you ask since Steve hasn’t moved or said anything in about ten seconds. “Oh, um, now the way you hold the cue stick. It’s abysmal the way you do it” 

“Show me then?” you ask, sweetly and look over your shoulder at him. “Here, like this” He moves his arms to position them with yours. “This” he starts and you can feel his breath on your neck, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin “helps you keep it steady. Look what happens when we go to shoot” 

He moves the cue stick to demonstrate and pushes himself closer to you. “You wanna keep a nice grasp on it- yeah, just like that- it can be kinda hard at first, but once you find a rhythm it’s simple. You don’t wanna be too rough or too soft with it, either. Gotta find the perfect in-between” 

“You’re still talking about pool, right?”you kid. “Do you want me to still be talking about pool?” he whispers in your ear and it’s so difficult to keep your composure. “Mhm. Still gotta kick your ass, don’t I?” 

You do, in fact, kick Steve’s ass. 

“I told you I’d win!” you exclaim, jumping with glee. “Yeah, yeah. Guess I owe you a drink now” 

Truth be told, Steve let you win. Not only did he want to buy you a drink, seeing pure joy on your face is worth the relentless teasing he's going to endure for the rest of the night. 

“Yeah, you do” you respond, stepping closer to him so there’s barely any space between your bodies. He wants to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you to him so badly, but he worries he’s crossing a line. Sure, you’ve been flirty with each other and a little touchy, but you’re still in a relationship. What if you’re just trying to have a little fun before going back to your douchebag of a boyfriend?

“What’re you thinking about?” you ask “You look all serious with a hint of confused”

“Just wondering how the hell you beat me in pool” he lies. 

You take the plunge and wrap your arms around his torso. He feels drunk on your touch. The scent of your perfume and the way you’re looking up with him with your alluring eyes is driving him crazy. 

“I’m just that good” you boast. “I think you just had a really good teacher” he moves his hands to rest on your waist, gently moving his hands up and down to rub your sides. “yeah, he is. He’s too handsome, though. Makes it hard to focus”

He puts his hand under your chin, keeping your head tilted up so he can look at you. “I think I might be able to make that up to you” 

Your eyes flutter close as Steve leans in so slowly that it’s almost painful. His lips brush ever so slightly over yours and the anticipation is killing you. “Can I kiss you?” he whispers, lips hovering over yours. “Please” 

He graciously presses his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, simple yet effective. The kiss isn’t heated or messy, but you can feel the passion. You can’t remember the last time you felt like this, like everything else around you has become insignificant except for this one moment. 

Steve’s nerves get the best of him and he pulls back sooner than you’d like him to, causing you to whine at the loss of contact. 

“Why’d you stop?” you pout. “I just can’t think of the last time a girl made me this nervous” he confesses with a nervous chuckle. “I make you nervous?” you ask, surprised. “Are you kidding? It took me two months to even work up the courage to just sit next to you.” 

“Two months? I think we have a lot of lost time to make up for”

“I’m gonna tell my friends not to bother then we can get outta here” he says, pulling his phone out. “You don’t have to do that. I’m not going anywhere, so we can stay”

“Good, because they’re already on their way” he tells you once he reads a text from Robin that says:

on our way, dingus. prepare to throw up tonight

“Dingus, huh? Suits you” you giggle and he presses a chaste peck to your lips to avoid more teasing, and also just because you look so pretty right now that he couldn’t resist. 

“Oh, you’re gonna fit in with them perfectly”

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Steve was right, you fit in with his friends like you’ve known them for years.The introduction felt a bit awkward at first, but after that it was smooth sailing. 

You seemed like a completely different person tonight, compared to the melancholy girl he’s so used to seeing drink alone at the bar. You’re fun, witty, and you have a smile that lights up a room. It unfathomable to him that someone who’s lucky enough to call you theirs would fuck it up so badly. He admits he’s crossing his fingers that you’ll give him a chance to show you how you actually deserve to be treated. 

You and Steve are currently watching Robin beat Eddie in their fifth game of 8-ball. Steve hugs you from behind and you both sway to the rhythm of the music. He occasionally presses a delicate kiss to your neck, or shoulder, or cheek, basically anywhere he can kiss. It makes you shiver every time. 

“Can we go sit on that stool over there?” you ask, pointing to a stool not too far from the pool table. “yeah, let me go grab another chair”

“I don’t know. Looks big enough for the two of us, don’t ya think?”

And that’s how you end up sitting on Steve’s lap. Your ass is pressed against his crotch and he swears that if you keep moving, he’ll finish before anything has even started. 

“Baby” he whines, hands gripping your hips to keep you in place “you gotta stop moving” 

“Sorry, handsome. Am I hurting you?” you ask, voice filled with concern. “No, no. It’s just your keep grinding-”

“Oh! well, I’m not sorry then” you smirk and he can’t wait to get you back for that. 

His hand trails up your leg and stops once he reaches your inner thigh, leaving his hand to rest there after giving it a rough squeeze. His thumb occasionally rubs your skin and if he was just a few inches higher, his thumb could brush your clothed core. He wants to so badly. He wants to tease you until you can’t take it, but he knows you’re waiting for him to do so and he decides he’ll let you wait in anticipation instead. 

The corner you’re in is barely lit and the bar itself is already dark, it’s practically begging Steve to make you whimper while he has his hand in your panties. 

Steve buries his face in your neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the column of your throat. His index finger plays with the hem of your panties and you let out a small gasp. 

“You want me to touch you?” he mutters through kisses. “Yes” you breathe out. “Ask nicely” 

“Please touch me, Steve” 

He pushes your panties to the side and his finger glides through your slit and grazes over your clit causing you to let out a moan that’s a little too loud. “Quiet, baby. You don’t wanna get caught do you?” 

“n-no. I’ll be quiet” you answer without trying to moan again. “Good girl” 

He rubs slow, tight circles on your clit and you grasp onto him tightly to avoid falling off the stool. “already so wet. what’s got you so worked up?” 

“you, steve. Just you” 

You can’t recall the last time you had been touched like this, in a public place nonetheless. It’s exhilarating. His touch feels like it’s brought you back to life. You’ve been spending the last three years of your life in a dark night, waiting and hoping for someone to bring you daylight. 

You aren’t the sad girl who stays at home while her boyfriend is out doing god knows what. Right now you’re Steve’s girl and it’s the best thing you’ve felt in a long time. 

Steve’s pace grows faster, causing you to let out a whimper. His other hand comes up to your mouth to try and muffle your noises, but he’s so desperate to hear them. 

“I’m gonna make a deal with you, okay?” he begins “if you can be quiet when you cum, I’ll take you back to my place and make cum over and over again until you’re screaming. that sound good?” you nod rapidly at his words and he goes back to kissing your neck. 

He presses another finger to your clit, giving it a few more quick rubs before moving his fingers down to your entrance. He slowly inserts his fingers, curling them to hit the right spot. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet. Can’t wait to see what you feel like around my cock” you clench at his words and he lets out a low chuckle.

 “You like that baby? Thinking about my cock?” you nod again, scared if you try to speak you’ll let out an emphatic moan. His fingers pump in and out of you, his pace almost relentless “What are you thinking about? How deep inside you I’ll be? How hard I’m gonna pound you?” 

The thought of his cock is enough for the feeling in your abdomen builds and builds. “Can feel you squeezing my fingers. Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?” 

As if on command, your sweet release hits you and you cum around his fingers. He peppers kisses along your jaw to soothe you through your orgasm, which is the first one you’ve had in a long time that you didn’t have to do yourself. 

Steve removes his hand from your mouth and withdraws his fingers from your soaking core. You grab his hand and suck off your juices from his fingers. He doesn’t think he’s ever been so hard in his life. 

“Holy shit. I need to fuck you now” he groans and you let out a laugh while trying to catch your breath. 

Once Steve requests an uber and you say you’re goodbyes, you both stand outside, kissing each other like your life depends on it. You fist his shirt to pull him as close as possible. His hands rest on your ass, occasionally giving you a rough squeeze. Your legs are still a bit wobbly, so he has his thigh between your legs to support you. You can’t help but grind against his thigh and moan into his mouth at the sensitivity. 

Your uber pulls up and Steve is definitely going to have to give the driver five stars for what he just witnessed. 

It’s hard to keep your hands off each other in the backseat, but you keep it to a minimum due to the poor stranger who was unlucky enough to be the driver for two very horny individuals. 

“We’re about three minutes from my place. Think you can handle another one?” he mutters in your ear before gently nibbling your earlobe then kissing down until he reaches your collarbone. “I think the real question is if you can handle me, Stevie” 

You and Steve hurriedly get out of the uber before it even comes to a complete stop. He kisses you all the way up to his door and struggles with the keys, making you giggle into the kiss. 

“Shit, sorry. Hold on” His hands are shaky as he tries to open the door. “Steve, relax. I’m not going anywhere” 

The door finally unlocks and you’re back on each other as soon as you’re inside. His hands travel down to the back of your thighs and you jump to wrap your legs around his waist. 

He carries you all the way to his bedroom and you both flop down on his bed. Steve’s weight on top of you feels so familiar, despite this being the first time you’re sleeping together. In this moment, it feels like nothing bad could happen to you. You’ve never felt more secure with someone. 

Your hands fly to the hem of his shirt and once it’s removed he wastes no time kissing you again. 

“Take your clothes off for me, gorgeous” he demands. As you take your top off, Steve slowly drags your skirt down your legs before tossing it on the floor. “Can we take this off too?” he slides down the strap of your bra and you reach behind your back to undo the clasp. 

“Oh my god” he groans once your tits are free. It’s almost like an automatic response when his hand massages your tit, thumb brushing over your nipple, causing you to whimper. “Lay back. Gonna make you feel so fucking good’’ he practically growls. 

Steve wants to tease you a little, but he can’t resist the urge to wrap his lips around your breast while his hand massages the other one. You feel wetness pooling in your center and you need him to touch your pussy, but he looks so fucking enthralled with your tits that you can’t even complain. 

He eventually trails kisses down your stomach, pulling your panties down while doing it. “Bet you taste so fucking sweet. Can I find out?”

“yes, steve, please!” you cry out. He licks a stripe through your slit and you shiver when his tongue catches your clit. 

He presses a kiss to your bud before devouring you. No teasing, no anticipation, just him licking and sucking your clit like a man starved. Two of his fingers slowly enter you and his eyes roll in the back of his head when you let out a guttural moan. 

It doesn’t take long for you to cum and even when you do, he doesn’t stop. 

“Steve!” you yelp at the overstimulation. You’ve never felt anything like this before. Your boyfriend rarely goes down on you and you also rarely even cum from sex. Even times when you do, it’s a one and done situation. 

“Fuck yes” you cry. Tears begin to fill your eyes and he hasn’t even been inside you yet. You can’t imagine how good it’s going to be to have his cock fill you up. 

Your third orgasm of the night approaches even quicker. You have to practically pry Steve off your pussy so you can recover. 

“Holy shit” you say, breathless. “So that was good?”

“Oh, don’t even try to be modest. I think my soul ascended for a second. I’m gonna need a minute to recover though” you laugh and he has a smug look on his face that makes him look devilishly handsome. “We don’t have to go any further if you don’t want to”

“Shut up and take your pants off, big boy” you respond and he wastes no time fumbling with his jeans to get them off as quickly as possible. “Boxers too, please” you add. 

Your mouth drops once his cock springs free. You honestly just thought he just had something in his pocket when you were sitting on his lap, but that clearly wasn’t the case. 

“Is that reaction good or bad?”

“It’s good and you know it. Do you have a condom?” you ask and he nods, opening up his nightstand drawer to retrieve it. 

He positions himself between your legs and sits on his knees. “Can I put it on you?” you ask, shyly. “Go for it”

You wrap your hand around his cock, giving him a few pumps. He throws his head back and moans “That feels so good, but I wanna cum in your pussy, not your hand, baby” 

Your core throbs at his words and the excitement of having him inside you builds and builds. You slide the condom on his length before laying back and spreading your legs for him. 

He swears he could cum right now just looking at you. Your dripping pussy on display for him and only him. Your sweet tits just begging to be in his hands and the look of pure lust on your face is enough for him to lose his mind. 

“Ready?” he lines his cock up with your entrance and you moan out a ‘yes’ 

You both moan in unison when he puts the tip in. Slowly and inch by inch, his cock fills you up so perfectly. Like you were made for each other. 

You gasp when he begins to thrust. He’s slow at first and you need him to go faster. 

“Faster, please” 

“Wanna hear you beg for it. How badly do you need it?”

“So fucking bad. Please go faster, I’ll be so good. I promise” you beg. “How hard do you want it?”

“I want it hard, Stevie. Don’t wanna be able to walk after”

That was all he needed to hear before he starts pounding into you at a ruthless pace. His eyes focus on the way your tits jiggle and his hand that isn’t on his headboard grabs your breast, squeezing and massaging at just the right amount of roughness. 

“You feel so good, y/n. Could live in this fucking pussy, shit” he says through gritted teeth when he feels the way you squeeze his cock. 

“Fuck, right there!” you exclaim as he hits your spot over and over again. You feel like you’re seeing stars. It’s hard to wrap your head around the fact that it feels this good. 

“I’m so close” he moans “you gonna cum with me, sweetheart?’’

“Uh-huh” you barely get out. “What do you need? Want you to cum with me”

“Choke me, Steve. Please” It’s nearly impossible for him not to cum when you ask him to choke you. He wraps his hand around your throat, not squeezing, but keeping it there to remind you that you belong to him now. 

“I-I I’m gonna cum” you stammer. “Me too, fuck. Let go, baby”

Steve collapses on top of you as he cums and you gush around him, your hips thrust so you can work through your orgasm on his cock. He moans in your ear over and over at the sensitivity and you come to the realization this is the best orgasm you’ve ever had. Shit, it’s the best sex you’ve ever had. 

As you both come down from your highs, you play with his hair and he presses kisses along your collarbone. You lay in a serene silence and you both have loopy smiles on your face. His room smells of sex, sweat, and his cologne. You’re both severely dehydrated and exhausted, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. 

“Leave him” Steve says, his words muffled by his face being buried in your neck. “I can’t understand you, Steve” you giggle. He moves his head to look up at you. You get lost in his eyes. They’re beautifully golden and you truly believe you could stare into them forever. You could connect the freckles on his face like a constellation and he’s truly the most mesmeric person you’ve ever seen. 

“Leave him” he repeats. “For you?” you ask, hopeful he says yes. “Not just for me, but for you too. You deserve the world, y/n, and I’m not saying I could give it to you, but I’d try a hell of a lot harder than he would” he promises. 

You feel like you could burst into tears. You’ve known Steve for less than twelve hours and he’s made you feel more than your boyfriend ever did throughout three years.

“Okay” you whisper “I’ll do it for me and for you”

“yeah? you wanna be my girl?” he beams. “More than anything. Can we take things slow? well, starting now”  you chuckle. “I’ll do whatever you want me to” he kisses the tip of your nose before laying his head on your chest. 

You fall asleep in each other's arms that night and you break up with your now ex-boyfriend the next day, like you should’ve done a long time ago. 

Who would’ve thought April 29th would change your life forever?

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Old Man Yuri

Full under cut

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( ♱ ) damn skirt.

muse: yeonjun, txt rated: 18+ / mdni requested: yes a/n: enjoy, don't enjoy it - i don't really care ♡ ( fem reader. )

from the moment yeonjun emerged from your bedroom, dressed and ready to go, you'd failed to take your eyes off of him. it wasn't that unusual considering how highly you thought of his visuals but this was different; this was causing aches in places you didn't know could ache that badly. it wasn't that big of a deal, he'd worn skirts around you before but a full outfit, nothing beneath and the way it hugged his frame was scratching a part of your brain you couldn't begin to name.

you found yourself being unable to form too many sentences, just following along to the car and staying quiet up until you were seated at the table. the restaurant was nice, you noted, a smile automatically forming as the rest of the members started to show up. you felt a little bad for intruding on their little celebration but the concern was quickly quelled by soobin and his dimpled smile. the five fell easily into conversation while you were writhing on the inside, thighs pressed together and hands holding onto the edge of your shirt like it was going to ease something. you felt so wrong for the thoughts going through your head, especially with the others there but you couldn't help it.

something about yeonjun had you feeling soaked. the outfit, the attitude, the confidence - God, it was basically coming off of him in waves and you couldn't stand it. when a plan came to mind, your fingers twitched in hesitancy, not knowing if you wanted to possibly be humiliated; it wouldn't be the first time something had happened in front of the others, they just tended to mind their business. reaching a hand across to settle on the raven's thigh, your fingers traced against the material of the skirt, something innocent enough to not get you in too much trouble.

your boyfriend was generally pretty relaxed about your teasing and needy nature considering he was the same way and had the exact same non-existent patience when it came to needs. you'd been pressed to bathroom walls far more times than you'd have liked and you were surprised you'd never gotten some disease. you shook that thought off for the time being.

he continued on with his conversations, not even a hitch in his breath when you finally slid your hand over his crotch, easily feeling him through the material. you were happy with yourself until you felt his hand over yours, gently moving it away. the way your head snapped towards him probably gained a couple member's attention but you ignored it and so did they. the raven offered you a gesture around the room and very subtle headshake, one that made you even more determined. he was really going to try and use the fact you were in public to deter you? the man who ate you out only a few weeks ago in a similar setting? absolutely not.

'someone's frustrated.'

you nearly hissed in beomgyu's direction, knowing that only two of them would be paying enough attention to the room to even remotely catch what had happened.

it took a few minutes but you slipped your hand back onto his thigh, feeling it flex beneath your touch. when soobin cut his conversation to head to the restroom, the raven finally turned his attention to you. 'you aren't going to stop, are you, love?' he questioned, a dangerous cut to his eyes as he looked at you, resting his cheek on his fist.

'it's your fault,' you mumbled, inching your hand closer to where you'd wanted it before.

his eyebrow rose. 'oh? it's my fault? please.. tell me, how is it my fault that you can't keep your hands to yourself?'

you could feel your features flush and you used your free hand to gesture to him almost rapidly, earning a muffled laugh from across the table. you both looked across to Kai who cleared his throat and looked away, clearly biting back any mocking comments he had.

yeonjun just clicked his tongue and straightened, taking your hand once more. 'well, since words are failing you.. why don't you put your mouth to better use until we order and the food comes?' it wasn't really a question, you knew that - the whole table knew that - and rejecting him wouldn't end too well for you. well, at least if you planned to walk or be in public again any time soon.

'you're evil.'

'is that a complaint?'

quickly shaking your head, you looked around the restaurant before maneuvering yourself under the table; thank god for fancy restaurants and their stupidly long tablecloths. you could feel him watching you before he crossed his arms, easily falling into another conversation, this time with Taehyun - the lack of attention almost made you frown. shuffling closer to him, you gently tugged the material up enough to tucked under it, immediately nosing at the inside of his thigh. he was fully aware of your obsession with that certain part of his body, so he spoke up; 'don't get distracted, love.'

you grumbled something under your breath, deciding to listen and bring your hands to hook in the waistband of his briefs, adjusting them just enough to free his length; were you honestly surprised he was already hard or had you forgotten who you were dating?

within the confined space of the material, you did your best to offer several base to lip licks, relishing in the feeling of warm, rigid flesh against your tongue. the downfall of doing things in public came in the form of not being able to hear his voice; his moans and his praises often aiding in your ability to get off pretty easily. without it, you were stuck just squeezing and rubbing your thighs together to briefly satisfy your aching core, focusing on what was in front of you.

wrapping your lips around the tip, you teased the tip of your tongue against the slit, something that earned the slightest flinch of his hips. you couldn't help but be delighted at getting some type of reaction, slowly starting to take in more and bob your head, tongue pressed flat to the underside; considering the sheer enjoyment you got out of blowing him, you had to silence your own sounds.

'you couldn't wait until you were home to celebrate?' it was soobin's voice as he returned to the table, the words followed by a weak chuckle.

'she was the one being impatient.. and i wasn't going to spend dinner with her little attempts,' yeonjun mused, 'besides, it isn't the first time and don't pretend like it bothers you. you've seen enough to not even flinch over it.'

the heat from before returned to your features and the silence from soobin's end let you know that both of you were recalling the drunk new year's eve party. you did your best to push the images away and kept going, head moving slowly and taking your time, something that was a hit or miss with the raven. he was getting dangerously close to your throat when a hand landed on the back of your head, pressing you down. tears formed and you did your best not to gag, thanking yourself for the days you practiced when he wasn't home.

feeling the way he prodded at your throat, you just let out a small groan and gripped onto his thigh, trying to get your breathing under control after the brief moment of panic.

'stay.'

the command made you whimper but you did as you were told, jaw going slack as you settled, knowing you'd probably be there for a while. was he really going to make you stay like that until the food came? it wouldn't be the first time he left you to cock warm like that but it was killing you. it didn't take long but you closed your eyes, occasionally humming as you relaxed into your position, drool pooling at his base; you would definitely get a playful scolding over making a mess.

thirty minutes.

it took thirty minutes for the food to come and by the time yeonjun was patting your head, cooing for you to come up, you'd dozed off into some weird stage between being awake and being asleep. slowly pulling away and letting his now mostly soft length slip from your mouth, the sound you made cleaning up the saliva could only be considered vulgar. climbing up from under the table, you wiped your mouth and cleared your throat, blinking your eyes to get them adjusted to the low lights of the room.

yeonjun smiled softly, that smile he always offered when he took care of you after something, and reached to fix your hair. 'pretty baby,' he mumbled, 'eat up, love.'

you always softened at the treatment and nodded, turning your attention to the food, content that he always knew what to get you. you never let him know you knew about the notes in his phone, the one listing your favorite foods from just about every cafe, restaurant and convenience store in the city.

as always, no one commented on what took place, just going about dinner as they would any other day. you were kind of thankful for it despite being a little curious what was going through everyone's minds. you'd both given ample opportunities for everyone to speak but they all seemed on the same page; 'if we have a problem, we'll let you know. otherwise, we don't care.'

dinner went by nicely, you finally joining in on the ever changing conversations and laughing along to the absolutely terrible jokes that everyone made; none of you were funny outside of yourselves, you were sure. with yeonjun returning to your place for the night, you waved goodbye once everyone had gotten full and wanted nothing more than to sleep, trotting off to your car with your boyfriend in tow.

'so, i'm evil now?' he questioned, stopping you by the car and opening the backseat door; you were confused about the gesture.

'i was just teasing,' you pouted and got in, very thankful you listened to their managers advice on getting your windows tinted. it wasn't your first time doing something in a car but sometimes, the anxiety of getting caught - especially for him - came out of nowhere and had a chokehold on you. you couldn't even begin to fathom the consequences of getting caught doing something so stupid. your thoughts dispersed when he joined you, patting his thighs.

you wanted to complain that the space was going to be cramped but he wasn't having it, helping you to settle over his lap, your back pressed snug to his chest. 'i've never seen you so impatient, since the day we met,' he began, chin resting on your shoulder as his hand made it's way down, popping the couple buttons of your nice, high waisted pants and slipping into the confines. 'i mean, i know your needy but.. acting like that in front of the others? you used to get shy about that.'

squirming slightly as his fingers made their way past your underwear, not even bothering to tease, you weren't exactly sure how to respond. 'y-your best friend has practically licked my organs, jun..' you mumbled, jerking when the pad of his middle finger slipped between your folds, down to feel the wetness that was basically oozing from your core.

he hummed in response, moving his hand up and using your own slick to make them glide against your clit easier, slow circles that made you want to whine and squirm against him; he wasn't going to allow that, not with the tight around that hold you in place. 'and the others? were you hoping they would want to do the same thing?'

you were used to the teasing, hell, the others were also used to it at this point. you'd all, at one point or another, done /something/ with each other. 'i just thought you looked extra good today,' you reasoned, moaning when he began to pick up his pace a little, focusing solely on the bundle of nerves that had you nearly writhing. 'promise, only thought of you tonight.. god, why'd you have to wear this stupid outfit?'

when his arm left your waist, you were hoping it was to give you the chance to move but you were terribly wrong. soon enough, both of his hands were working on you, two fingers on one hand dug deep into your walls while the other focused on your clit. 'all of this over a simple outfit?' he teased, head tilting to nose at the side of your neck, groaning at the way you moved against his already hard length. 'maybe i should reward you for all the flattery.. come on, then,' he began, pulling back now sticky, coated fingers and holding them up, 'clean me up and then you can ride me. how's that? or, would you prefer to be fucked?'

the embarrassment for getting so worked up over an outfit was really hitting hard with how he said it, walls clenching as you bit back the comment you wanted to make. you wanted to say it wasn't funny and defend yourself but you weren't given the chance, finding it hard to register the words at the attention to your sopping cunt was lost. you began to wonder if you'd done something wrong before the words rang in your ears; you had a thing for when he spoke in a vulgar manner and it wasn't a well kept secret. instead of answering verbally, you fumbled a little in the small space and dropped onto the backseat; you were sure it was a very ungraceful show you were putting on but you knew he didn't mind, not when he'd hit his head on the roof several times.

fighting to get your pants and underwear fully off, you settled with one knee off the seat and the other bent, holding you up from the floor so you could put yourself on display. with your cheek and chest against the seat, ass in the air, it wasn't comfortable at all but you were getting desperate, the shine on your inner thighs making it obvious. your hands just kind of settled wherever they could, briefly wondering to yourself why you seemed to own the smallest car in existence.

yeonjun had stayed silent, cooing over your fumbling and biting on his lip when you finally put yourself on display for him, presenting like you were in some weird abo fic; he wasn't complaining. his cock throbbed upon seeing you like this, wasting no time in ( somehow ) managing to get up, skirt and briefs pushed down to his thighs. 'i'm getting you a bigger car for christmas,' he muttered, clearly amused and annoyed with how you were both struggling but it was your own fault, neither of you wanting to wait until you got home. 'fuck, look at you.. so pretty, so eager,' he commented, hand offering his cock a few strokes before he was lining up with you, dragging his tip through your slick.

as he began pushing in, you used the seat to your advantage and turned your head, muffling your moans into the fabric. it was always a delicious feeling, the way he stretched and filled you, something you'd never get tired of. upon bottoming out, he only waited a handful of seconds before starting to move, quickly building up to a fast pace, gripping onto your hips. when yeonjun was needy, he wasn't gentle or slow by any means unless you asked. with the way you were clenching around him and gripping at the seat, you had no complaints.

neither of you were very wordy when it came down to it, not when it was classified as a quicky; all the dirty talk, sweet comments and loud cries were reserved for the bedroom.

yeonjun was chasing his release, one of his hands slipping around to give your clit attention, always having a weird obsession with cumming at the same time; you'd asked him about it at some point but the answer never seemed to stick. now wasn't the time for questioning his weird quirks, though, not when a particularly hard thrust had your whole body jerking and a cry to spill from you. 'fuck!' you let out without a thought, earning a low chuckle from between hard breathing a low groans.

'trying to get us caught now?' he managed to get out, clearly amused with your sudden outburst.

's-shut up!' you hissed out, feeling that familiar burning sensation that made you want to drool, each thrust finding you closer and closer to coming undone. he was on the same page, thrusts becoming a little erratic the closer he got, showing no mercy on your velvet walls.

'c-cumming,' was his only warning, something you were used to and god, you saw white the moment warmth flooded your walls, your own release washing over you. you were incoherent for a good two or three minutes, barely even registering the way he pulled out slowly and started rubbing over your lower back, helping the way your frame crumpled into the seat.

'you okay, beautiful?' he mumbled, carefully caressing your lower back, making sure you were okay and in a good state of mind; yeonjun made a habit to never leave your side unless you gave him the okay. it took you a couple seconds to nod, head turning to offer him a tiny smile.

'm alright, feel good,' you answered.

smiling, his hand moved up to touch your cheek, patting it gently. 'should've waited til we got home, your cheek looks a little swollen,' he muttered, thumb brushing along the apple of your cheek, careful of the reddened skin. 'you okay if i get us home?'

shifting around, you brought a hand up to feel the warm skin, eyebrows pulling together. 'I'll take a look when we get home,' you nodded a little before smiling, nuzzling into the warmth of his hand. 'yes, please.'

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[munson-mjstan]

Cuffed (Eddie Munson x Fem! Reader)

Summary: You take your car in for a routine checkup. During your wait, you and Eddie keep each other occupied with "activities"

CW: Minors D.N.I, Language, nudity, smut, p in v sex, oral (Fem receiving), shower sex, use of hand cuffs, if I forget anything else I apologize!

Wc: 3.6k

Divider made by myself 💗

Having a mechanic for a boyfriend had its perks. You would bring your car to his place for a routine check or tune-up and you would pay him back with sex. Simple enough right? Right? You had offered him money countless times and he'd always convey "Your money's no good here," and he'd wink, further driving the point home.

You'd jokingly offered to suck him off as payment and his eyes lit up like fireworks. That's how your arrangement commenced. Pulling into his driveway you notice he was working on his van, he was using his creeper to look underneath it. Putting your car in park, turning off your car's engine, and unbuckling your seatbelt you step out.

The sun was scorching like the eye of Sauron was glaring at you, you felt as though you could melt onto the concrete of the ground. That's why you wore a simple bright, light yellow sundress complementing your skin and hugging your waist perfectly along with a pair of white buckled wedge platform sandals. Slamming your car door you call out "Yo, Eddie!" Honking your horn you make your way towards him as he pulls himself out from under his van with the creeper, hearing your voice.

"Hey, princess! I- whoa.." both of you halted in your tracks, eyes bulging out of your faces. Eddie had his work coveralls unbuckled so only his top half was visible.

He was shirtless and dripping with sweat, one of the said sweat beads traveled slowly down his chest before reaching their destination, his happy trail, black grease was painted so well on his body that it could be mistaken for one of his inky black tattoos, his hair was up in his bandana, loose strands he missed cling to his face. He grabbed one of his clean hand towels and furiously wiped his hands, his eyes not leaving yours. You walked closer to him. "Is your van okay?" curiosity broke you out of your trance of staring at Eddie.

He barked out a laugh "Sure is now!" he places his clean hands on your waist and kisses you, his tongue invading your mouth and having a wrestling match with yours, you hum delightfully. Pulling away from the kiss Eddie asks "To what do I owe pleasure, sweetheart?" He licks his lips, and you beam at Eddie.

"I think there is something wrong with my car, I'm sorry." You apologize and you're not sure why. He merely let out another laugh and kissed you on your cheek.

"Relax princess, this is my job. I'll fix your car, then I'll fix your car," his eyebrows wiggled when he said 'your' with enunciation.

Slapping his drenched chest playfully, rolling your eyes, and smiling you speak "Oh, stop!" chortling, the unmistakable wetness forming between your thighs is ever-present. Eddie walks over to your car with you following suit.

He lifts the hood to your 1970s Jeep CJ5 and everything seems to be in order according to him until you hear him say breathlessly "So beautiful," his hands go to either side of your car, licking his lips, and staring intensely at the slightly steaming contents inside. "You just needed your top off, didn't you baby?" he cooed at your car.

You gaze at him puzzled, 'what is he doing?' You ask yourself, taking a few steps closer to Eddie. He suddenly ducks his head further into the steaming engine of your car, almost like he could hear it "Hm? You want me inside you?" He asks smoothly and huskily, "Keys, princess," he holds out his hand not looking at you. You fish your keys out of your purse and put them in Eddie's palm. "Thanks, sweetheart," still not looking at you, he thanked you.

Eddie moved to the driver's side of your car and got in. You mimicked his actions, entered the passenger side, and sat down. "Okay," Eddie declared, "Your engine is overheated, princess. Thankfully your man knows what to do." he glanced at you, licking his lips. "First," he starts, "we turn off your air conditioning," he turns the knob to your AC to the right, turning it off. "Next, we crank up the heat!" he proceeds to do just that.

"Why?" you question, a brow raised.

"It'll divert the heat from the engine to in here, so it's gonna get hot, sweetheart," he smirked devilishly and you felt your face heat up and your thighs tingle. "We wait fifteen minutes for the engine to cool," now it was your turn to smirk.

"So, what WILL we do for fifteen minutes?" you ask suggestively, wiggling your eyebrows, knowing exactly what you're implying.

Eddie's lips collide with yours in a heated, passionate kiss. Quickly pulling away Eddie gets out of your car and goes to your passenger side, opens your door, and carries you out bridal style, kicking your door shut.

"This is gonna take more than fifteen minutes!" he exclaims with enthusiasm, making you laugh. He carries you to his trailer, opens the door, and makes his way to his bedroom. Throwing you on his mattress he leers down at you, dozens of filthy ideas running through his mind like a marathon.

"Got something on your mind, Eddie?" you inquire with what you hope is in a sweet, sultry voice, your long legs posed sexy. Eddie's chocolate-brown eyes get considerably darker with your voice and body. His face darts across his room until his irises fall upon a metallic object hanging on his wall.

A devious smirk forms on his face, and an idea sprung to life.

Stalking over to you he sits on his bed "Let me help you take off your gorgeous dress, sweetheart. You must be hot, well more than you already are." he winks at you, beckoning you over to him with his fingers. He was right it was hot in his room too, feeling beads of sweat starting to form.

Scooting yourself over to him, the zipper holding your dress up was on your back. Eddie whispers against your neck, his warm breath already making you tremble, "Allow me, sweet girl," the praise traveling to your crotch, more wetness pooling. His tongue drags against your shoulder to your neck until he reaches the zipper of your sundress.

"You taste so sweet. Everything about you is sweet, princess" he bites the zipper and pulls it down at an agonizingly slow speed. All this anticipation was making you hot literally and figuratively. Sweat beads were forming and dripping down the back of your neck. This didn't escape Eddie's notice.

"See, sweetheart? You're so hot even your sweat can't handle it," Eddie chuckles "Just like me, honestly," he resumes his task of pulling your zipper down gradually.

A whimper escapes your lips "Eddie," you pant, from the heat and the anticipation.

"Hmm?" He presses his lips against your back, kissing you.

"Please, take my dress off!" you beseech.

Eddie laughs softly, his forehead resting on your back, and in one swift motion the zipper was down, and your dress was lifted off your body, leaving you in just your now-drenched panties.

Eddie had to use every amount of restraint he had in his body to not pounce on you but then he looked at himself "I'm filthy," he remarks, a smirk on his face "I think I'll take a shower," he removes his work coveralls, leaving him in his boxers. Seeing the obvious tent he was sporting you blurted out.

"Let me take it with you!" Christ, you were needy, but that didn't stop Eddie from having a face-splitting grin.

"Of course, princess,"

Following Eddie with nerves like an electrical energy current causing small tremors, you recognized this symptom and this didn't go unnoticed by Eddie as well.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" concern and care etched upon his face.

"Y-yea, I think so," lifting a trembling hand you start breathing exercises. In for four, hold for four, out for four. The energy current slows down and subsides after a few minutes.

"Fantastic job, princess! I'm so proud of you!" he grins and gives you a peck on the lips "You were about to have a panic attack but before you could you did your exercises and you beat it! I've got one hell of a badass for a girlfriend!" his grin got wider, casting the shadows of your panic attack into the bright sunlight that is Eddie Munson.

Taking another deep breath you smile at your man "I guess you still make me nervous," you giggle a little embarrassed, you adore your boyfriend so much that sometimes it still influences your body in a less-than-ideal way.

"Babe, as much as that inflates my ego, I hate seeing you in any kind of distress." your smile grows wider, adoring him more, he truly cares for you.

"I'm never gonna get any better if I don't get out of my comfort zone more often," explaining to Eddie your plan you shrug "I need to get stronger." Eddie can't help but grin.

"I'm right here with you, I'll never let you go through something alone." His words are like magic, further casting the dark shadows of your mind away banishing them to hell where they belong.

"Thank you, Eddie," voice quiet but laced with sincerity you reveal your gratitude.

Entering his bathroom and starting his shower. Eddie's eyes travel to the metallic object on his wall again, he went over to seize said item. He notices your discarded panties sitting on his linoleum floor, he could feel his cock getting hard as a rock at the fact that his hotter-than-hell girlfriend was taking a shower completely nude. Holding up the metallic cuffs in his hand he grins mischievously. Upon entering his shower he called your name to which you turned around quickly "Yes, my love?" your body is covered in soap lather, Eddie dangled the handcuffs in front of your face.

You let out a small gasp "Eddie, you mean?-"

"Yes, now." His voice is low and menacing as you hold one of your wrists out and he spins you clamping on the cuffs with quick speed, your wrists secure behind your back.

"Eddie, I-"

"Hush, princess," he pulls your body away from the shower head so he could wash, and rinse his body and hair. He was covered in grease, he grabbed his coconut-scented body wash and drenched himself in a lather, humming a soft tune. After he was finished he saw that you had lather still on your body, Eddie moved your body back under the showerhead but turned you around so you were facing him. "Here's what's gonna happen," the way he used your name made you tremble as he turned you back around, your back to his chest, you were dripping at this point. Leaning over he whispered huskily in your ear "I'm going to," he grabbed his hard cock "Take you," he aligned himself with your entrance "From behind!" Slamming himself fully into your pussy you scream.

"AH! Fuck!"

His thrusts are relentless inside you, stretching and splitting you open as though he were set on decimating it, and you in the process. "Fuck! Eddie!" The now tepid water was doing nothing to quell the heat in your body nor ease Eddie's thrusts. Using your cuffed hands as leverage he pulls you up level to his body he questions.

"You like this sweetheart? Huh? Is my big fat cock destroying your pretty little pussy? Hmm?"

In pure bliss, you can only cry out "Yes!"

Pushing you back down onto the shower wall he resumes his assault on your pussy, thrusting in and out at a rapid pace. Reaching over your body Eddie plays with your clit, rubbing it at the pace he is fucking you. Your walls clench down on his cock.

"Oh, fuck yes!" Eddie moans out, still rubbing your clit your orgasm is imminent.

"Eddie, I'm gonna cum!" You're salivating at this point.

Eddie lifts you to his back again "Cum!" a simple command that you obeyed. His thrusts became erratic and rubbed your clit harder than ever

"Fuck!!!" you drawl out as you cum, legs trembling and feeling like jelly as loud moans spill from your lips. Eddie quickly pulls out of you, turns off the water, and scoops you up into his arms "E-Eddie? W-what are you-".

"Gotta have round two!" he grins as he exits his shower, both of you soaking wet leaving small puddles of water in your wake, he arrives at his bedroom, sitting you down on his bed.

"Eddie, I'm going to get your bed sheets all wet!" Why the hell were you worried about that shit now of all times? Eddie scoffs.

"Who the fuck cares? I've got you naked…soft and wet on my bed, now," Moving behind you he unlocks your right hand "Care to humor me a bit?" Eddie pats his bedpost, wiggling his eyebrows. Smirking, you move both your upper limbs so he can attach them. Hearing the soft click of the cuffs and the metal once again on your right wrist, setting the key on his bedside table he lets out a dark chuckle "You can't run," His soft, sensual voice reverberated into your body making you moan. Laying down on his bed, your body is welcomed by his sheets clean and crisp with the faint smell of cigarettes, laundry detergent, and home. Eddie Munson is your home. Eddie moves to the end of his bed and spreads your smooth legs open.

"Eddie, I-" Eddie interrupted you once more.

"Princess…'' This time his voice is seductive, traveling straight to your pussy, and more dampness takes form.

"Y-yes?" your question is a little apprehensive.

"Relax, baby. Let me take care of my good girl. Because you,"

He kisses your ankle, lifting it to his mouth.

"Deserve,"

He trails flaming kisses up your calf to your knee, leaving small blazes in their wake.

"Your man too,"

Eddie kisses his way down your inner thigh till he reaches the apex of your thighs.

"Calm your nerves," Eddie glances at your quivering pussy and throbbing clit. "Especially your button, baby," he grins the mother of grins, and with that, he dives into his banquet, feasting on your pussy like he was on death row and this was his last meal; slow and purposeful. When Eddie said he was going to take care of you he meant every word. Taking his sweet time he opened your lower lips with his tongue, and your pussy was wetter than he had anticipated. "Oh, sweet girl, so needy for my tongue, huh," he was talking to your pussy, which at his declaration clenched around the air.

Eddie took your clit in his mouth, his tongue alternating between side to side and up and down on your bud. The feeling is magnificent, moaning out in pleasure you make sure Eddie hears your cries of bliss. He doesn't miss it one bit, smirking into your pussy he hums sending vibrations throughout your body.

"Eddie, fuck!" The cry exiting your mouth was rich with pleasure. Glimpsing down at Eddie feasting on your cunt your eyes lock once again, and a spark passes through your body; not one of nerves but of longing, understanding communicated silently. To say Eddie knew your body was an understatement, the man mastered your body. Each movement of his tongue had a singular purpose, to get you off.

Moving his head side to side he pulls at your clit "Eddie!" You scream, eliciting a chuckle from the man between your legs.

"You want my fingers, sweetheart?" Eddie questions, lifting himself from his five-star meal momentarily, his index and ring finger teasing your wet entrance.

Resembling a bobblehead you nod eagerly "Please, Eddie!" With no shame, you plead.

His fingers enter your cunt, he is welcomed by the warm, tight wetness that wraps around his digits. Groaning, he closes his eyes, wanting to focus solely on his fingers. The pillowy warmth reminded him of cuddling in blankets during a storm, he felt safe, and the sensation pulled a grin on his countenance. These tiny details of you make him remember such trivial things is one of the things he adores about you.

"Baby…" he coos, not being able to help the love in his voice. His fingers curl upward, targeting your g-spot.

Half an inch to the right.

And.

A high-pitched moan befalls your lips, and that's when Eddie knew he found it. "That's it," he encouraged, stroking your spot repeatedly.

Tugging at your cuffs, you futilely try to move your hands but groan in failure. "Eddie!" your eyes roll to the back of your skull as Eddie's mouth returns to your clit, sucking the bud into his ravenous mouth as his digits resume their attack on your g-spot. Eddie hummed against your clit, the vibrations giving you more pleasure than ever before.

Letting your bud go he commands "Cum for me, princess!" With the command, you feel the rubber band inside you snap, and you release your slick all over Eddies' face, fingers, and clean sheets.

Moan after pleasurable moan left unabashed from your mouth along with Eddies' name. Eddies' fingers gently pumped in and out of your pussy, helping you ride out your high. His chocolate button eyes are transfixed on you; your euphoric look is enchanting him. He gives your clit a kiss before climbing his way up your body, pulling his fingers out.

"Hey, babe," using both his hands he cradles your face gently as though you were made of glass. "Are you okay?" His voice is delicate and tender, still enchanted by your look of ecstasy.

Half-lidded you peek up at the love of your life. "I'm spectacular," beaming you kiss him, your soft pillowy lips feeling great against his slightly chapped lips, you taste the sweet tangy flavor of your slick on his mouth. Eddies' tongue locates your tongue and they proceed to do an erotic dance.

"Ready baby?" Eyes not leaving yours he grabs his hard cock and guides it to your opening, he wants to be as close as possible to you while he fucks you. Holding some of his weight on his forearms on either side of you he awaits your response.

"I'm ready," your faces are just inches apart you kiss him lightly.

Eddie enters your pussy slowly, the pace a delicious change from when he ate you out. Your inner walls welcome his cock like they were expecting his arrival. "Fuck—" Eddie chokes out, goosebumps traveling up and down his back. The elation of being inside of you bare was truly something to behold, once he was balls deep inside of you he began thrusting at a steady pace, savoring the moment and not breaking eye contact.

Soft moans and whimpers can be heard from your lips "I love you!" the emotion overwhelming every fiber of your being, the phrase "I love you." no longer feels adequate to describe how much you adore the man inside you.

Eddies' lips slam into yours, groaning his left-hand moves to your cuffed hands using them as leverage, and he thrusts into you faster with more force. "I fuckin' adore you!" The raspy declaration made your walls clench around his cock; he swears through gritted teeth.

"Eddie! Fuck!" the cuffs dig into your wrists as you attempt to move your hands once again. Catching a glimpse of your struggle made Eddie move his hips as fast as he could, chasing his release. All that could be heard in his room is the sound of skin slapping, moans, and the clank of your cuffs against the headboard.

Eddie let out a loud grunt "I'm cumming baby!" Reaching down both your bodies he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts.

Reaching your high first, you cum "Eddie!" You drawl, your walls spasming around Eddies' cock, and that was enough to do him in.

"Shit, baby!" he hisses through clenched teeth, throwing his head back as he releases inside your womb. Collapsing on top of you, you both catch your breath in comfortable silence.

Only for you to say "Babe?" He hummed in response to you. "Mind uncuffing me? My wrists are starting to hurt."

"Of course, sweetheart," he answers you chuckling, reaching over to his bedside he grabs said key and releases you from your confinement. Unlocking both wrists you throw your arms around him.

"Do you ever get tired of me telling you I love you?"

"Do you ever get tired of fucking your lover?" he retorts with a grin.

Mock thinking about it you tease with lith in your voice "Just a little." you hold your index and thumb out and make sure that they're barely touching.

Eddie laughs, pulling out of you and flopping down on his bed. "Just a little." he parrots affectionately "So," he grins looking over at you "Did I fix your car ma'am?" his tongue pokes out of his mouth and glides it over the tips of his teeth with a smirk.

Blushing you respond "You sure did, Mr. Munson." you wink at him. "I think we should check on my actual car." you start to get up but Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you against his chest.

"Or," he kisses the top of your head. "We could take a nap," the suggestion elicits a yawn from your mouth.

"A nap sounds great right now."

Eddie pulls his sheets over your nude bodies and kisses your temple.

"Sleep well, sweetheart."

"Sleep well, Eddie."

You both drift away into the peaceful bliss of sleep.

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[lavendermaelk]

Henry Winter Spicy Alphabet

Henry Winter x Reader, The Secret History Warnings: What it says on the tin, Minors DNI.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Henry likes to take care of you but he tries his best not to show that he also needs to be taken care of. Sometimes a night with you can take a lot out of him and his leg. He makes sure you drink water and get properly cleaned up before he lets you try to take care of him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) I think Henry rather likes his abs or arms. It's canon that he works out because of his injury but i wouldn't put it past him to make a full body routine and stick with it. Now he's sculpted and really just warrior-like despite the fact that his leg is still not in the best condition. I think he really likes your waist or your hands. No matter how thick or thin you are he just really likes holding onto your middle and pulling you close or watching how your fingers move on a typewriter or flip a page or how the grip onto him so desperately.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) This man's precum leaks from him like a fucking faucet and when he cums it's like a an open dam. It's thick and he floods your holes with the salty load. His diet is rather plain but with you he eats better so his load isn't battery acid but it's more of a salty tang with a slight sweetness.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He gets off on you spending his money. Yes, he hates when Bunny does it but you're his sweet darling and you just look so cute in all the things you get him to buy you. He lets you buy clothes and decorations for the apartment and little trinkets. You have your own money, of course but Henry always insists. He just loves taking care of you in every way possible.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Henry was very much a virgin until he met you. He didn't have a pressing interest in sex and romance as much as his peers did in high school. He's thought about it but he found that his studies were just more important than such things. You probably guided him through it or learned together. I feel like he was too prideful to ask someone about it or be caught looking for 'reference material' so he relied on you a bit for your first time together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Definitely mating press. He likes to see you folded in half and squirming under him and your faces will be close enough for him to give you kisses while you cry.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Henry is a more serious guy in general but if you were to crack a joke in the middle of it, he wouldn't be put off. He'd probably give a little chuckle, kiss you to shut you up and keep going.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Carpet definitely matches the drapes. Henry's always been a rather well groomed person but he also doesn't seem like the type to fully shave down there. Probably just keeps it well trimmed and clean. He definitely has a happy trail tho and he doesn't really mess with that.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Henry definitely loves to make it romantic. He's not rose petals and candles everywhere kind of romantic but he definitely sets the mood. Lots of slow and drawn out kisses, kisses all over your body and words of love and adoration in each language he speaks flowing from his lips like water from a spring.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) He doesn't do it often just because he doesn't really see a reason to. He doesn't get aroused by anything that isn't you. If you weren't around, say you spend summer or winter break apart, he'd do it once in a while because it's supposed to be healthy. He really just prefers to be with you rather than think of you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Creampies, overstimulation and edging are big ones for him, also a little bit of dacryphilia. I think he just likes seeing you get off on him and need him so desperately.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) He loves to lay you out across his desk or keep you on his lap in your armchair. The bed is always a good default but sometimes he just likes watching you take him with Greek and Latin texts underneath you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Really, anything you do. He likes watching you get focused or heated in a debate. He finds your intellect and wit infinitely beautiful and riveting. He'll wake up next to you and watch as you whine when the morning light hits your face, how the sheets hug your body and how you turn to grasp at him and cuddle up against him. He cant help but kiss you deep and hold you close.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything that would hurt you is immediately off the table. He may be a bit crazy but hurting you is too far.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Absolutely loves it, bot giving and receiving. Loves being between you legs and watching you squirm, loves your taste and how you grip his hair. It's always a delight to see you down on your knees in front of him and looking up at him while you take him down your throat.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Henry prefers going slow and worshipping your body. It's easier on his leg and he gets to take his time showing you how much he loves every little bit of you. He loves to feel the warmth of your body against his and how your curves and angles fit so well against his own. He likes watching you take in his love and pleasure like it keeps you alive.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Henry has definitely warmed up the the idea of it after being with you for a while. You guys don't do it too often because he's a gentleman and you're not usually in a position where it needs to happen but you two have fucked in a bathroom at Francis' aunts while the rest of them were milling around the house or being drunk in a library

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) He's not opposed to taking risks and experimenting in the bedroom, he just prefers that the two of you do as much research as you can and take things slow. Wanna do shibari? Henry's looking up the best type of ropes, ties and knots. He wants to make sure the both of you have the best experience possible when doing something for the first time.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Henry can go for two or three rounds before he tires out or his leg starts to bother him too much to keep going. If his leg bothers him before you both get off, he lets you ride him until you're both finished.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) He doesn't own any for himself but he's probably bought one or two to help you get off. Like, this guy doesn't even like electric lights, I doubt he's a fan of vibrating sex toys but I feel like he'd like he's down to have a glass toy to tease you with.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Often times he gets right to business but there are some times where he feels a bit more playful or cruel where he'll sit you in his lap and rub at you until you're begging for release or he'll give you a passing grope or spank when you two are alone. Sometimes he'll kiss you with an intense passion that sweeps you off your feet and rattles you to you core before he just goes back to doing his work like nothing happened. Maybe with a little bit of a smirk.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Henry's not too loud but the groans you pull from him are just so perfect every time. Like the way he says your name or curses in that breathy voice is just chefs kiss

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) When Henry was recovering from his accident, the doctors and his parents wanted to give him a cane or an arm crutch but he refused them because of his issue with aesthetics and everything having to be perfect so he opted to just build himself stronger.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) We've established that this man has sculpted himself into one worthy of a marble statue. He's definitely more well equipped than those immortalized in stone, though he is more of a grower than a shower. Hard, he's about 7 1/2 inches and a bit thick, uncut

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) It's pretty average. He could have sex every night if he wanted to but it's not a must for him. If he's stressed he'll abstain until the problem is solved and then he'll go wild with you to blow off the steam.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) It's established that Henry has insomnia like Richard does so he'd probably take a bit to fall asleep after if at all. If you fall asleep before him, he'd lay with you for a while and see if he passes out but if he's not passing out after about an hour then he get's up and reads his books or finishes whatever work he might have for the day.

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[randomfandomdreaming]

A Lesson in Stealth

Pairing: Ghost Face (DBD) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1,854

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, smut, general Dead By Daylight violence, light choking (reader receiving), rough sex, Ghost Face calls you "darling" several times, knife play, blood, dirty talk, hair pulling

You felt as though you were being watched. Stalked, actually. Which meant that the Killer was either Michael Myers or the Ghost Face. If it was Ghost Face, well… You knew either way you wouldn’t be leaving this trial alive.

You had gotten Ghost Face as your Killer quite a lot these last dozen trials. It felt as though The Entity wanted you to suffer, even making you the Obsession for the majority of your matches with him. Every single time, he made sure to bring in a Memento Mori, usually either Ivory or Ebony. He made sure that you were the last one to die. You were sure he relished in making you suffer longer than everyone else.

This time, though, you had a plan. You had gotten very good at timing his stalking. You counted to yourself as you worked on the generator, moving at the last few seconds to break his line of sight. You could imagine him swearing to himself, and it made you smile. You saw him move through the tall grasses of Backwater Swamp, and you crouched next to the generator. He kicked it, and was immediately blinded. You slowly moved away from him as he recovered, hearing him muttering under his mask. You thought you could make out him cursing that you had gotten smarter. When he turned and moved away from the generator, you silently followed him. So this was what it was like to be the Killer, to be doing the stalking instead of being stalked. You had to be careful, though. You knew your meter was almost completely full. One wrong move and he could down you instantly.

Ghost Face was getting more and more frustrated with this trial. He had lost track of every single Survivor, something that never happened. He cursed to himself as his mind wandered to how you had learned how to finally counter him. He paused when he thought he heard breathing. He whipped around to find three out of four Survivors trailing behind him. They scattered immediately, and Ghost Face lunged at the nearest one, beginning to panic. He always killed everyone. Every single time. They had two more generators left, and not a single person had died yet.

He pushed you out of his mind, focusing on the other three Survivors. Within three minutes, all of them were on the ground. He hooked each one, smiling to himself and knowing you couldn’t save them all. Meg was dead, Kate was in the struggle phase, and David was about to go into the struggle phase. Ghost Face smiled to himself, knowing he had you beat. Until Kate was unhooked. And then David a few moments later. Shit. He’d worry about you last. You had never escaped him, so he wasn’t even worried. He easily found Kate again and sacrificed her. David was a little trickier to find, having resorted to moving from locker to locker. He still hadn’t seen you since he tried to mark you.

You were still trailing behind Ghost Face, somehow still avoiding detection. Your efforts to rescue Kate and David had been in vain, as Ghost Face had easily found them both and sacrificed them. You resisted the urge to laugh out loud at how he had failed to realize you were even there. He was a great (albeit an unknowing) teacher on stealth.

He seemed to be looking for Hatch now. You could catch a word from him every now and then, along with his frustrated tone. He cut across the corner of the map, not really paying attention. Then you heard it. You smiled as you broke away from following him, immediately finding hatch in the corner. And there was even a vault window on the log near it. You broke into a sprint and vaulted, knowing full well you were alerting Ghost Face. Your feet touched down on the ground right next to Hatch. Moments later, you could feel Ghost Face watching you. You looked around, trying to find him. He was suddenly there, grabbing you from behind by the neck.

"Thought you could escape from me?" he growled in your ear. "Maybe I’ll have to teach you a lesson."

"You already did," you shot back, not particularly uncomfortable with his hand pressed against your wind pipe. "Thanks for the lesson in stealth." His grip tightened, slightly cutting off your oxygen.

"Really now? How about we put this new-found skill to the test?" You could practically hear his smile under his mask. He hoisted you up onto his shoulder, and you began to attempt to wiggle free. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, darling. Things could end up less than favorable for you." You ceased your attempts as he carried you further away from the Hatch. He eventually dropped you on the top floor of the shed, next to the pile of crates. You shakily attempted to stand, using the crates as support. You heard Ghost Face chuckle behind you before he grabbed you by the back of your shirt.

"No Mori yet?" you asked, cockiness bleeding through your voice. Ghost Face made a type of hissing sound before you felt the tip of his knife press into your back through your shirt.

"Your shirt would look much prettier on the ground," he whispered in your ear. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized just what he intended to do with you. He dragged his knife up your back, cutting the fabric but not your skin. Your shirt fell away, leaving your upper body exposed. "I think your pants need to join it."

He reached around and undid your pants, removing them and your underwear before pushing you to your knees. He came around to stand in front of you, admiring you on your knees in front of him. You tried to cover yourself out of instinct. He grabbed you by your wrist and dragged you to your feet, pushing your back against the crates and causing you to be sat precariously on the top of one. He took hold of your other wrist and pinned them above your head with one hand. He still held his knife in the other. You gasped as you felt the cold steel touch your skin, making you shiver. He chuckled and pressed harder. You felt a small trickle of your own warm blood as he carefully dragged the knife over your skin. The pain slowly turned to pleasure each time he began cutting in a new spot. A soft whimper eventually escaped your lips when he withdrew his knife, and it was too much to hope for that he hadn't heard it. He brought his mask-covered face close to yours.

"Needy, aren't we? We all have needs. Maybe if you help me with mine, maybe I'll let you live for once." His knife clattered to the floor as he raised his gloved hand to his mask. He raised it just enough for you to see his mouth as he pulled his glove off with his teeth. He returned his mask to its rightful position as his hand wandered between your thighs, teasing you. Your hips bucked slightly, earning a chuckle from the masked Killer. He didn't let you process fully what he was about to do before he plunged a finger inside you. You clenched around his finger, your body unprepared for the invasion. He slid another one in, then a third, pulling a small moan from you. He let go of your wrists, reaching down to grab his knife.

"Let's have a little fun, shall we?" You couldn't see his eyes, but you could feel them staring into yours from where he was positioned between your legs. He removed his fingers and placed the pommel of the knife handle against your hole. With no warning, he thrust it into you, causing you to throw your head back and moan. He began to fuck you with his knife, no doubt enjoying the sounds you were making, oral or otherwise. He didn't let you get too used to it, however, before he completely took away the pleasure he was giving you. He placed his knife to the side, standing. He shifted how you were sitting on the crate, and began to loosen his robes around his waist. If you were being honest with yourself, you weren't expecting someone of his height to have a very large dick. Fuck, were you wrong. You had mere seconds to process everything before he stabbed himself into you. Your gasp turned into a loud moan as you shuddered in both pleasure and pain. You were already covered in sweat and dried blood, and Ghost Face was determined to cover you in something more.

He began to move, rocking his hips into yours. He bent toward you as he did, nearly resting his chin on your shoulder. His grunts mixed with your moans and lewd sounds, turning you on even more.

“You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you, darling?” he growled into your ear. “How long have you lusted after me? Days? Weeks? You’re so needy for me it’s pathetic.” His thrusts became harder, deeper. “You really think I wouldn’t notice? You took time to learn exactly how to counter me. I know you haven’t done that with anyone else.” He used your shoulder to push his mask up slightly before biting down on your neck, drawing a moan from you.

“Such pretty sounds from you, darling.” He pulled out of you, roughly flipping you over so your upper body was resting against the crate. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked your head back, thrusting back into you. “Let’s make some more.” You felt cold steel against your back again, followed by more of your own blood. He was mercilessly pounding your hole, drawing all kinds of sounds from you. Ghost Face, the cold-blooded, unfeeling Killer, was now making you feel things you never thought anyone could. You cried out in ecstasy, getting pushed over the edge. He chuckled as he felt you throb around him, knowing that it was all his doing. He thrust into you several more times, slowing down. He made a sound like a mixture of a moan and growl as he released inside you. He stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feel of you around him, your hair still gripped tightly in his hand. He let go of your hair and pulled out of you. You could hear his readjusting his robes before he turned you back over, wanting to admire his work. He slipped two fingers back inside you for a brief moment, covering them with both your and his fluids. He brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them off. A cocky smile graced his lips.

“Delicious,” he said, standing and fixing his mask. He grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder again, walking you back to the Hatch. He dropped you on top of it, stepping back. “Until next time, darling.” His words rang in your ears as you disappeared through Hatch.

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[hemipenal-system]

minors on here say shit like “yeah i really like safe vore” girl the only thing eating you is that pile of homework you have fuck off

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[justash02]

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Loud groans filled the room as he thrusted his cock deeper and deeper inside of you, his hand that was grabbing your chest went over to your face and with that he puts his two fingers into your mouth.

You should’ve known this was going to come, you have been teasing him all day and now he has had enough, and he was definitely not going to go easy on you.

“Fucking slut, if you wanted to get a good pound you could’ve just asked, like a good pet.” He spat at you as his ritme didn’t stop, instead he grabbed your legs and pressed them against your chest and over his shoulders to go even deeper then before.

His tip hitting the most sensitive spot in your body making you moan loudly, you were mumbling, drooling and became basically dick drunk.

He finds it cute really, he loves how his cock can make you mindless. “Look at you,” he said while pulling his fingers out of his mouth and grabbed your throat, “So dick drunk, it’s pathetic really, makes it seem like your life purpose is being someone’s cum dumpster.”

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[meiliarotten]

Kleine Maus

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Pairing: Medic x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has an experiment kink and smut ensues. I’m sorry, I really didn’t plan a summary for this, but enjoy.

Tags: Edging, dom/sub undertones, experiment kink, medical kink

Word Count: 5k

The Masterlist

As far as you could tell, no one suspected your true motives for volunteering to be a glorified lab rat for Medic. Whenever there was a new treatment that needed testing, or when Medic just felt like satisfying his own curiosity through means of malpractice, you were there at his beck and call.

That wasn’t a lie entirely. You always had a kind of passion for science, but as you continued with these experiments you found that you also had a passion for other things. It was with that discovery that your motives for volunteering became far less scientific.

You convinced yourself that there was nothing to worry about. These inclinations of yours would probably fade. You just had to maintain professionalism in the meantime. Well, as professional as you could be with a man who regularly cut you open and rooted around inside your rib cage.

That worked for a while, until it didn’t. Those feelings of yours didn’t fade as you hoped they would. If anything they got stronger. You found yourself squirming beneath Medic’s touch, no matter how hard you tried to sit still.

At one point, his fingers brushed up the length of your spine and you gasped. Medic paused, his hands going still right at the base of your neck.

“Is anything wrong?” He asked.

“Uh, your hands are a bit cold, that’s all,” you lied through your teeth, and it was a poor lie. After being literally cut open and having your organs on display something as small as cold hands wouldn’t bother you. Medic didn’t question you any further, continuing the procedure and leading you to believe he had dropped the subject.

However, with each following visit Medic seemed to let his hands linger in certain places longer than usual. He would lean in closer, and you could sometimes feel him breathing against the back of your neck. You prayed that the heart monitor wouldn’t give away your excitement whenever he did so.

The way he spoke to you certainly didn’t help. Over the course of your time together Medic had taken to calling you pet names; his guinea pig, his lab rat, his little maus. That last one had grown to be your favorite. Something about the vulnerability of being equated to a mere mouse, a prey animal, something completely under his control, was extremely appealing to you.

For a while you entertained the idea that he was purposely teasing you. However, you quickly dismissed that as a hopeful fantasy. It was probably all in your head, and you just desperately needed to get your mind out of the gutter.

So you arrived in the infirmary as usual, mentally preparing yourself for whatever Medic had planned that day. You sat upon the edge of the operation table and glanced to the side where a wide range of surgical tools would usually be organized in neat rows. It had become a small hobby of yours to try to guess which one Medic would be using on you during each session.

However, the usual arrangement of scalpels, scissors, and forceps were not there. Nor were there any vials of mysterious chemicals or intimidating contraptions anywhere in the infirmary. The whole place looked empty and unusually sterile.

Medic himself faced away from you, looking deep in thought as he sorted through what was probably paperwork. You looked on sympathetically as you waited for him to acknowledge you. He had previously lamented to you that tedious desk work like that was his least favorite part of his job.

“Ah, there you are!” He said, his expression brightening the moment he glanced behind himself and saw you. “Good, now we can begin.”

You smiled back at him. You always tried to maintain a cheerful demeanor. It was a nice change of pace for Medic, since most of the test subjects he had worked with before tended to be a bit apprehensive, to put it lightly.

“Now, I would like to try something a bit different today,” Medic said, still sorting through the pile of half-finished paperwork. You immediately perked up, intrigued by whatever he had in mind. “But before we begin I must ask you a question.”

“Of course, go ahead,” you said, eager to get onto the ‘fun’ part, as always. Medic pushed the papers off to the side, finally turning to face you.

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

You stared dumbly for a moment, confused by the vagueness of the question. You were expecting to be asked about medical history or some other typical doctor question. Then again, Medic wasn’t a typical doctor. Still, you didn’t know what to make of something so cryptic.

“I’m sorry? Notice what?” You asked, considering that you may have zoned out and missed part of the question.

“Oh, don’t play dumb with me. You’re a smart girl,” he said, fixing you with a knowing look that made you shudder. There was no way this was happening.

“I’ll be honest, you actually did quite a good job of hiding it from me,” he continued, “You know, doctors are trained to notice any little sign of discomfort in their patients, and yet it took me quite a while to have any suspicions about you, and even longer for me to confirm that those suspicions were correct.”

“And what suspicions would those be exactly?” You asked, still not quite believing what was happening. Even if Medic had noticed your affinity for being experimented on, would he really care enough to confront you about it?

“What did I just say about playing dumb?” He asked, a hint of something more authoritative in his voice. Like a switch had flipped, he had an air of dominance about him, and you took interest in that immediately.

“But, if I must spell it out for you - I see the way you react when I’m experimenting on you, dear,” he said. The dominant tone was gone just as it had appeared, and you felt a twinge of disappointment.

“At first I thought you were squirming with discomfort, but that’s not what this is, is it?” Medic reached out, his fingers just barely brushing your shoulders and making you react just like he predicted. Your face flushed with embarrassment and you averted your gaze out of shame. Were you really that easy to read?

You didn’t answer him at first, and although you weren’t looking at his face, you just knew he was sporting a knowing grin. Your silence spoke volumes.

“No, people in discomfort don’t generally clench their thighs together like this,” he continued, moving one of his hands to run up your thigh. “Or bite their lip as they attempt to calm the flush in their cheeks.”

“No, I suppose they don’t,” you admitted. You brought a hand to your face, feeling the heat rising in your cheek just as he had described.

“You enjoy being experimented on a little more than you’d like to admit, isn’t that right?” Medic asked coyly. He already knew the answer.

“Perhaps,” you whispered, unable to work up the courage to speak any louder.

“What was that dear? I didn’t quite hear you?” Medic said. He was playing with you, watching you fidget under his gaze, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

“I said yes!” You said, louder and with surprising conviction, possibly spurred on by his teasing. He laughed, almost sounding surprised at your sudden assurance.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. “I do wonder what it is that makes you have such a strong reaction? Perhaps it’s the pain?”

He began to pace the length of the room as he mused over this. You wished he would come back, place his hands back where they had just been, and in other places as well.

“Or could the fear factor be a part of it?” He emphasized this by tracing a finger lazily over a blunt scalpel left laying haphazardly on a countertop, unsharpened and definitely unsanitized. Then he turned to look at you again, his gaze alight, as if he had just had a brilliant realization, “Oh, or maybe it’s the attention?”

Once again, you were unable to meet his gaze, and one again, he read you like an open book.

“Ah, so that is it. You like having my full attention? Having me analyze your every little movement and reaction,” he approached you again, leaning in dangerously close, “just like I’m doing right now?”

Your heart raced and you found yourself speechless. Admitting that you had developed some surreal experiment kink to the man who regularly experimented on you was difficult enough. But to watch him strut around and dissect the exact meaning behind it with unbelievable accuracy? How were you even meant to respond?

“You don’t have to say a thing, dear. I know I’m right,” He said, once again backing away, and once again making you wither at the lost proximity between the two of you. He stopped, his back turned to you. He seemed deep in thought for what felt like forever before he finally spoke again, “What happens next, mädchen, is up to you.”

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“Let me finish,” he said, turning to face you. There it was again, that sudden air of authority. That commanding drop in his voice that you honestly couldn’t get enough of.

“As I was saying, what happens next is up to you. You could admit that I’m right, and in return, we could try a new kind of experiment, one that I’m sure we will both enjoy immensely, or you could deny it, and I won’t push you any more. We can carry on as usual, acting as if this never happened.”

“You would be willing to drop the subject just like that?” You asked.

“If that is what you want. You have my word.” He seemed genuine. You took a deep breath. Damn, you were really doing this.

“I don’t think I want to drop this,” you said. “I think I would like to see this new experiment you have planned.”

“So, I can safely say my hypothesis was correct?” He asked, that smug grin returning the moment you voiced your willingness.

“Yes, I do enjoy being experimented on,” you said, realizing he wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you said it all yourself. “Some of the appeal is the pain, some of it is the fear. But most of all, I like having your full attention on me. I love it.”

“Well then, with your permission, of course, shall we get started, my little maus?” He leaned in extremely close to whisper in your ear, his warm breath making you shudder. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Yes, please,” you said, embarrassed at how desperate you sounded. Medic hadn’t even done anything to you yet, and somehow you were panting like a desperate animal already.

“Now, patience will be key here, my dear,” Medic said with a short laugh. He backed away and leaned against the wall opposite from you, looking far more relaxed than you. It was the posture of a man who was in control. It just made you want him more.

“Now, I want you to get up and strip for me,” he said. He stated it in an incredibly matter of fact way, as if he was completely unaware of how mortifying it was for you.

Of course, the humiliation wasn’t your main concern. If anything it was more of a turn on. Rather, your true fear was revealed by a quick glance towards the infirmary doors. Medic noticed this, of course.

“Oh, don’t worry. I've taken every precaution. No one will be walking in on our little procedure,” he said, emphasizing that last word in a way that made you shiver with anticipation. He really had planned for everything.

“Alright,” you said. You were cautiously optimistic, allowing yourself a flirtatious little smirk as you began to strip. Medic mirrored that smirk as he watched you intently.

“Yes, that’s it…” he said, taking everything in as you undressed. Every motion you made felt agonizingly slow. As fun as it could be to make this a striptease, you were too eager to get to the real fun.

Of course, once you actually were completely naked, the self consciousness hit like a sledgehammer to the skull. There you stood, completely baring yourself to him, absolutely vulnerable in a way you hadn’t quite mentally prepared yourself for.

Medic took a few steps towards you, looking you up and down like a prized specimen. He reached out a hand only to pause just before touching your bare skin.

“May I?” He asked. You nodded, meeting his eyes for just a moment before your nerves forced you to look away, your face reddening.

You almost flinched when he made contact with your skin, his hands caressing your shoulders and arms before one hand dropped lower, traveling down your body until it came to rest on your hip. The other hand was placed on your chin, gently guiding your face upwards to look at him once again.

“Beautiful,” Medic whispered. He certainly looked pleased. After he was done appraising your body he wasted no time taking control of the situation once again.

“Now, back onto the table for me, dear. It may be a bit cold, but I’m afraid it’s the most comfortable thing we have at our disposal at the moment,” he said, motioning to the surgical table you had just been sitting on a few minutes ago, though it felt like it had been much longer.

You dutifully climbed onto the table, inhaling sharply at the feeling of the cold metal on your exposed skin. It sent a shiver through your body as you tried to get comfortable.

“So obedient. Such a good girl,” His voice dropped into that dominant tone once again. It was even more enticing this time, offering praise instead of commands. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your anticipation. It was like he said, you had to be patient. And you wanted to keep being good for him.

“What’s next?” You asked softly, a bit hesitant.

“Now, you lay back,” he gently pushed you back onto the table until you were laying flat. Again, you shivered at the further contact with the cold metal, instinctively trying to pull away.

“Stay down, dear,” he said, and the stern edge in his tone made you comply. He placed a hand on the center of your chest somewhat firmly as you leaned back onto the table. It wasn’t enough to really hold you down, just enough to give the illusion of being overpowered and at his mercy.

“I know it’s cold, but don’t fret. Things will be heating up very soon,” he said, his voice soft, more reassuring.

“Yes sir”

Medic hummed in appreciation at the use of that little title. “Good, very good. Now how about we get these out of the way?”

He placed his hands on your thighs, pushing them apart and placing himself between your legs, at the edge of the table. Medic stopped to appreciate the view of you like that, beneath him and blushing with your legs spread. His hands rested on your hips, so agonizingly close to where you wanted them to be.

“Ah, what a lovely sight,” he said, smirking at your flustered reaction to his admiration. Then he finally moved one of his hands, running a finger along your slit. You bit back a moan, quelling it into a soft sigh.

“Trying to stifle your sounds, hm?” Medic asked. He continued to stroke you gently, clearly amused at your attempts to stay quiet. “Such a shy little maus, but I highly doubt that shyness will last very long.”

You whimpered as Medic focused his touch on your clit. As he continued to rub circles around such a sensitive spot you found it harder to keep your voice down.

“Ja, that’s right. Let me know how good I’m making you feel,” Medic said, continuing to pleasure you with his hands as you moaned and sighed for him.

You were already wound up from all the buildup to this, so it was of no surprise when you started to reach your peak quickly. Your moans steadily increased in volume. Medic took notice, of course.

“You’re becoming quite vocal. Are you going to come, dear?” He asked.

“God, yes! I’m so close-”

And then, Medic stopped touching you. You buck and whine at the sudden loss of contact. Your eyes, closed tight with anticipation of release, steadily opened as you wondered what the hell just happened. They opened only to see Medic leaning over you with a teasing smirk on his face.

“What? What was that for?” You ask, somewhat incensed at being brought to the brink only to be robbed of any satisfaction.

However, your indignation melted when Medic gripped your chin, prompting you to look up at him once again. The look in his eyes puts you in your place immediately. It’s the possessive gaze of someone who knows they are completely in charge.

“Remember what I said about patience. This experiment will require a lot of it, from both you and me,” he said.

“Yes sir,” you sighed, wondering how long he was planning to tease you like this.

Medic’s gaze softened again. He looked contemplative. You were tempted to ask him if something was wrong, but he spoke before you had the chance to.

“May I kiss you?”

You were a little surprised by his request. You had assumed this would be purely physical, but you were by no means turned off by the idea. You nodded enthusiastically, closing the small gap between the two of you yourself.

You sat up on the edge of the table, allowing you to be on more equal footing with Medic. He was surprisingly chaste at first, pressing soft, short kisses to your lips and occasionally moving to your jawline and neck.

It was you who made the first move to deepen the kiss. You gently bit his bottom lip, impishly provoking him into doing something in return. And of course, he did, taking the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

The two of you soon set a dizzying pace. As you bit and moved your lips against Medic’s, he occupied his hands by running them tantalizingly up and down your sides. Every so often he’d caress your chest or trace his fingers down your back, sending shivers up your spine.

You pulled away from him, panting and dazed. At some point you had wrapped your legs around his waist. You were pulled flush against him, feeling his chest rise and fall with his heavy breaths and the warmth of his body through his clothes. The intimacy of being so close to him was strangely comforting.

Of course it wasn’t long before your eagerness got the better of you. That little make out session had only managed to get you more aroused and restless.

Medic noticed you squirming against him and took a step back. You made a small sound of disappointment as he pulled away, but it was quickly replaced with a moan as he ran a finger over your entrance. Medic made a soft sound of approval, seeing how wet you had become.

You gasped as he pushed one finger inside of you, a bit startled by the sudden intrusion. Medic stopped for a moment.

“Is this alright?” He asked. A sliver of concern could be seen through his otherwise confident demeanor.

“Yes, just don’t stop moving please,” you begged, barely restraining yourself from thrusting on his fingers.

“As you wish,” Medic said, his grin returning the moment he heard you beg for him.

He thrust with a single finger at first, but it wasn’t long before you were wet enough for a second. You arched your back when he curled his fingers, stroking an especially sensitive area. Noticing your reaction, he repeated that motion.

“Oh, ja, that’s a good spot, isn’t it?” He whispered, repeatedly curling his fingers into your g-spot. He soon had reduced you to a moaning mess by doing that.

He brushed his thumb over your clit, and you clutched onto the edges of the surgical table. It felt so goddamn good, and you could feel the pleasure building again.

Your eyes rolled back as you felt your orgasm approaching, and Medic, ever attentive to your reactions, noticed. And of course, he wasn’t about to let you get off so easily. Once again, he stopped the moment you were about to finish.

Once again you were left confused, trembling, and extremely frustrated.

“God damn it,” you huffed, unable to hide your annoyance. “What is this experiment even testing anyway?”

Medic didn’t even humor you with a verbal answer, simply flashing a devious look at you. He admired the desperate state you were in before leaning down to kiss you again. He peppered kisses down your neck, stopping to suck or bite at the sensitive skin there, leaving marks as if to claim you.

This was never really an experiment at all and you both knew it from the moment you began. It was always a proposition, and the clinical side of it was just Medic’s way of appealing to both of your kinks. He liked torturing you like this, testing your patience and edging you.

You wondered, had he also been holding back his own desires over the past few months as well? All that time he had spent experimenting on you, testing your limits, usually cackling madly to himself as you endured all he put you through. God, and until now you had assumed the tension was one sided.

It should have been of no surprise, given that it was him . He always has enjoyed pushing his patients to their limits, and this situation was no exception.

Lost in your thoughts for a moment, you hadn’t noticed Medic trailing kisses down your body until he reached your thighs. He was on his knees, offering quite a different view than earlier, when he had been towering over you.

The surgical table was tilted down slightly, just far enough to give Medic better access to you without you sliding off. Placing your legs on his shoulders, he began to kiss your inner thighs. He caressed your legs and ass as he teased you, repeatedly moving his mouth dangerously close to where you wanted it before pulling away.

You tried to shift closer but he gripped your legs harder, warning you.

“Stay still, mädchen. I can’t have my test subject writhing about now, can I?” He grinned up at you from between your legs.

The way he spoke was so matter of fact. If anything, it made it even harder to stay still, but even so, you tried to do as you were told.

“That’s better. Good girl, little maus,” he said, continuing to stroke your thighs. You somehow managed to keep from squirming under his touch, only twitching slightly when Medic kissed or nipped at your soft flesh.

His hands stilled and you shuddered when you felt his breath against your cunt. He looked up at you and the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment. His gaze was soft, conveying a silent request for permission. You nod enthusiastically, and he immediately gets to work, running his tongue along your entrance before delving in.

You moan, and every so often he responds with a soft hum, vibrating deliciously against you. He flicks his tongue up towards your clit a few times, bringing you extremely close. You were just barely holding it together. Of course at this point you had grown to expect his affinity for teasing you to the edge but never quite letting you go over.

It was extremely tempting to just grind against his face. You wanted nothing more than to get that little bit of friction that would finally drive you into your climax, but you resisted. You wanted to see how far this would go, how long you could endure.

Another other part of you wanted to obey, to be a good little lab mouse, just for him, and that meant being patient. So you let him bring you to the edge only to once again cease his actions, removing his mouth from you. You barely kept yourself from writhing in sheer frustration as your orgasm escaped you once again.

However, it may have just been worth it to see the equally desperate look on his face. He was sweating and at some point he had removed his vest and tie, allowing his dress shirt to fall open slightly. For the first time you realized that he was probably testing his own patience just as much as he was testing yours.

You glanced lower and barely suppressed the grin spreading across your face at the sight of his erection straining against the fabric of his pants. Yes, it was definitely a test of his patience too. He spoke, and the needy tone in his voice only further proved your point.

“You’ve been a very good little maus for me, dear. Such a good mädchen.”

“Thank you, sir” you lowered your voice, trying to sound as seductive and alluring as you could, hoping to tempt the doctor into finally allowing you the release you both so craved.

“I think you deserve a reward, ja?” He asked. “How would you like that? How would you like to finally finish, mädchen?”

“I would like that very much. Please, doctor,” you begged.

“Yes, I figured you would like that,” he said, laughing as he unzipped his fly, finally releasing his erection.

You took in the sight of him looming over you, looking dominant yet so deliciously tousled as well, with his shirt buttons half undone and his glasses askew. The head of his cock rested against your entrance, tantalizing you, but not giving you what you wanted yet.

“Do you want this?” Medic asked. Beneath his teasing tone there was a note of sincerity. It was pleasant, the way he checked in on you like that. However, at the moment you really wanted nothing more than for him to pound you into the table, and anything that prolonged that outcome was agonizing.

“Yes,” you said, more desperate than ever for the main event. “Please, please fuck me!”

Medic laughed, but even his mirth couldnt disguise his own eagerness. It was apparent in the way he clutched the edges of the table, as if holding himself back. Soon he wouldn’t need to hold back.

“Of course, liebling,” he whispered, finally pushing himself into you.

His movements were agonizingly slow at first. Perhaps that was intentional. He may have intended to make you beg for him to go faster, but by now both of you were at your limit. Even Medic didn’t have the patience to prolong this any further.

It wasn’t long before he was slamming into you roughly, savoring every pleased sound he managed to draw out of you.

But even in this frantic, animal-like state, he wasn’t beyond teasing you with his words.

“Does this feel good, little maus? Is this what you wanted?” He asked in between groans.

“God yes! Don’t stop,” you moaned, gasping with the effort it took to form any coherent words.

Medic laughed wickedly. It was similar to how he would sound at the end of a particularly dangerous surgery, or after performing an ethically dubious medical procedure. It would usually strike fear into most people, but at the moment it came off as incredibley erotic.

“That’s right. You’re such a good little lab mouse for me. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

Your head spun as you tried to answer him through the fog of ecstasy you were in.

“Yes!” You moaned, your voice shaking as he thrust into you even harder, “Fuck, yes!”

Grasping for anything to hold onto, your hands clutched at his shirt, gripping the fabric roughly as he fucked you into the metal table. Thanks to all the teasing leading up to this, it wasn’t long before you felt yourself becoming close.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, afraid of being left on the edge again. You weren’t sure when exactly you started begging.

“God, I’m really close! Don’t stop, please!” You repeated your desperate pleas for release several times.

Medic’s voice trembled as he tried to respond. He was close too, muttering curses to himself in German as he tried to stave off his own climax.

“Gott, my good girl. Mein gutes mädchen. That’s it, come for me, meine gute kleine maus!” He gasped.

And with a few more well placed thrusts, you did just that. You came hard, practically clawing at his back as you rode out your long awaited orgasm. Medic followed soon after. He buried his face in the crook of your neck in a futile attempt to stifle his own moans.

Medic pulled out of you, but didn’t stand up. Both of you were still coming down from the high, breathing hard and not wanting to move just yet. From the way your legs were shaking, you doubted you could get up even if you were willing to.

You sighed as Medic lazily caressed your body as he lay atop you. It was a soothing sensation, and soon your breathing slowed back to a normal rate. You began to gain enough strength to sit up. Medic begrudgingly sat up with you with a groan.

“I trust that was enjoyable?” He asked, that smug grin returning to his face. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Yeah, definitely,” you said, taking in the sight of Medic, normally so well put together, now thoroughly disheveled. You reached out absentmindedly to straighten his glasses, somewhat surprised at how they hadn’t managed to fall off. He hummed appreciatively.

“You look so spent, dear,” he said, caressing one of your still flushed cheeks. You leaned into the touch, smiling softly. “Once you can walk again, we can get you cleaned up and comfortable, my little maus.”

You blushed softly at the use of your favorite pet name, and you predicted that you would be hearing it in situations such as this again. After all, this did begin as an “experiment.” And an essential part of any good experiment is repetition.

#medic x reader #tf2 x reader #smut #medic tf2 #minors go away #minors dni #team fortress 2 #team fortress 2 medic #medic team fortress 2 #team fortress #merc x reader

[xodite]

Introducing my Yandere oc’s!

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Irademia!cult leader! Modern! Poly!

Occupation: cult leader

Age: 27

She/her

Lesbian

Top

‘Goddess of Luxury, life, witchcraft and sex’

“I am your goddess, and you shall bow to me as I am in my mortal form.”

Irademia started this cult after she discovered the basics of witchcraft and learned the power of suggestion and psychology. After getting her masters in psychology she started fear mongering that the end was near and she was the cure to immortal life. She found Iradita and fed her lies of her being the mother of the cult and she would bring them to safety. Irademia is extremely cunning and power hungry.

Manipulative, cunning, power hungry.

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Iradita! Cult leader! Modern! Poly!

Occupation: cult leader

25

She/her

Bisexual

Switch

‘Goddess of rebirth, birth, death and retribution’

“I am Irademia’s partner. For I am a god.”

Iradita regardless of her status in the cult is extremely insecure and easy to manipulate. Although she is not a victim she definitely enjoys the role of power and serving her partner. She’s extremely naive unfortunately yet temperamental and explosive.

Naive, loyal, hot headed.

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Estelle! Hitwoman! Modern!

Occupation: Hit Woman

Age: 23

She/they

Pansexual

Top

‘Deaths right hand’

“Oh baby you owe some very bad people a lot of money”

Estelle often works for people on the dark web even going as far as to torture people sexually and non sexually on the dark web for high paying clients. Although most of her work is for loan sharks collecting outstanding debts. Estelle is very closed off yet a very obsessive toxic lover.

Obsessive, Sadistic, Toxic.

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Verena, Yandere Queen! Medieval!

37

Queen

She/her

Lesbian

Top

‘The Queen of heads’

“Oh the title? I collect the heads of those who wrong me. Oh no darling why are you crying? I would take your heart not your head!”

Verena was named after her mother who was pronounced queen of power. Her name means power and she actively flaunts it even more then her crown. Verena never married or had a heir and refused to do so, claiming she would rather die then belong to a man.

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Aesira! Assassin! Medieval!

Assassin

21

She/her

Bisexual

Top

‘Assassin of desire’

“I am a god.”

(Yes she’s inspired off Celeana from throne of glass what about it)

Aesira grew up in the queen of heads kingdom. At a very young age the queen massacred her parents infront of her and from then on she swore to be the queens demise. She’s known for killing her victims with her appearance to lead them to their death. They say if you look into her eyes long enough you’ll light on fire from desire.

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Iphissyss! Genderfluid! Succubus/Shapeshifter! Mediveal!

Temptress for hire is apparently her occupation (glorified bait and distraction)

169 (20 in human years)

She/they/he/it

Pansexual

Switch

‘Hells prized curse’

“Oh darling I’m anything and everything you want me to be. Oh but I am definitely your worse sexy nightmare.”

This demon grew up being tutored as soon as she hit 18 how to be the best temptation around. Once she finished her training she wrecked havoc on the kingdoms around started offering her services for sexual energy and teaching forbidden crafts and stalking unsuspecting victims.

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#xodite.writes #wlw concepts #minors go away #txt smut #lesbian ns/fw #yandere lesbian #genderfluid #oc x y/n #yandere oc #my ocs #ocs

[munson-mjstan]

Eddie starts the engine of his van, his tongue sticking out in concentration as it roars to life "Eddie, why do you make that face when you start the van?"

He grins mischievously at you, his chocolate brown irises have a flame behind them; and like a moth, you were drawn to it. "Because sweetheart, only I can turn her on," he accelerates the parked van twice to emphasize his point, as though the van was agreeing with him. You smile rolling your eyes.

(Should I community label this??????)

#I dont know what this is #i just found it funny #this is totally Eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie my beloved #joseph quinn #joe quinn #i love him #eddie x reader #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #lmao 🤣🤣🤣 #minors go away #minors begone #eddie munson blurb

[lavendermaelk]

Pomegranate Proposal

Henry Winter x GN!Reader, The Secret History  Word Count: 824 Content Warnings: Fluff, Kissing, Slightly Suggestive Themes Summary: Henry comes over to help you with homework and you end up as his partner.

It was a rather quiet day for [Y/N], staying inside their apartment to keep warm and catch up on some of their work that had been abandoned the night before in favor of a more lively scene, tagging along with Richard to a party he’d been nearly dragged to by Judy Poovey. They were flipping through the pages of the book that Julian had assigned for the term when the phone that was near the front door rang. They let out a soft sigh before rising from their place on the couch, setting the book aside and walking over to pick up the phone. 

“Hello?” they spoke as they pressed the  cold speaker end of the handset to their ear. 

“Oh good, you’re home,” It was Henry, his deep, cold voice immediately recognizable. “Would you mind if I stopped by? I suppose you might want help with your Greek since you were out all night.” There was a hint of a smirk in his usually flat voice and the corners of [Y/N]’s lip’s turned up a little at the sound of it. 

“Not at all, I’ll leave the door unlocked.” They replied, quickly exchanging their goodbyes before setting the phone down on the base and happily making their way back to the couch. They decided to tidy up a little more, give space for Henry to sit when he came over and all. It was no secret that the two Greek students had grown closer over the two years they had known each other, longing glances across the round table during class, an idle hand lingering on one’s arm or shoulder. 

It wasn’t long until [Y/N] heard the door open to reveal the tall, broad shouldered scholar with a book in his hand as well as a small bag. Henry closed and locked the door behind him, making his way to the couch and sitting next to [Y/N] as he always did when the group got together in someone’s home. He set the bag down in their lap and peered at their book to flip to the page they were on. 

“What’s in the bag?” [Y/N] asked, nudging him playfully and pulling their notebook a little closer to show him what they’d accomplished so far. 

“Pomegranates. They’re in season now and I thought you’d like a few.” He said, as they opened the bag to see three softball sized, plump red fruits. [Y/N] let out a soft chuckle and set their notebook in Henry’s lap to get up. 

“Why don’t I open one? We can snack on it while we work. Do you want something to drink too?” they asked, walking over to the kitchen. 

“Anything’s fine,” He called after them, busying himself with finding where they’d left off in the homework. They hummed softly, putting on a kettle and preparing a pot of tea to steep while they pulled out the seeds into a bowl. It didn’t take long for them to come back to the couch with their tea and a bowl of pomegranate seeds on a tray, their fingertips stained a faint crimson from opening the gifted fruit. He cleared some space on the coffee table for the tray and poured them both a cup of tea. 

Henry hesitated a little after he set the teapot back down onto the tray before he picked up a few of the plump seeds with his slender fingers, turning to [Y/N] and cupping their face with his free hand. 

“Open.” he said softly, [Y/N] obeying without objection. Their lips parted, tongue jutting out slightly to blanket their bottom teeth as Henry dropped the seeds into their mouth. “Swallow.” He ordered again, his hand never leaving their cheek. [Y/N] did as he told, again with no protest as they chewed on the juicy seeds, a tart sweetness flooding their mouth followed by the slight crunch of the seeds before they swallowed. A bit of a smirk tugged at their lips, their hand coming up to hold onto Henry’s wrist. 

“You know, you could have just asked me like a normal person.” They chuckled a little, pulling a humorous scoff from him. 

“I thought we’d established that we’re far from normal.” He jested, his voice barely above a whisper as they slowly closed the gap between them. [Y/N] leaned in just a bit more, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. He could taste the tartness of the pomegranate as his other hand settled on their thigh, almost pulling them closer. The silent bliss came to an end as [Y/N] pulled away to look at Henry’s eyes, little pieces of the sky taken and gifted to him in the form of his bright irises. 

“I suppose I’m stuck with you forever then?” They licked their lips with a soft laugh.

“Why? Does that not appeal to you?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#lavender writes~🖋️ #i love henry so much #i need more of him #henry winter #henry winter x reader #henry winter imagine #the secret history #donna tart #x reader fanfic #camilla macaulay #charles macaulay #dark academia #francis abernathy #bunny corcoran #richard papen #gn!reader #they/them #minors dni #minors go away

[vyloy]

"Perfect as your husband" || Johan Liebert x Dilf reader

Fem aligned and minors dni!

Tw: almost getting caught, age gap(reader is in his 30's), used to be teen dad reader, Sadist Johan.

Reader is a single dad and is AMAB!

Not proofread

Johan had been focusing on one individual these past few months,and it was...you.

It all began when your daughter brought home a supposed boyfriend, he was a young adult, in his early 20's, you thought it was weird as he was much older than your daughter but she seemed to be excited about you meeting him so you let it slide at least for the time being.

She told the story of how they met during campus, it was fairly cute, she almost tripped while getting too caught up in a topic her and her friends were on when all of a sudden a young man stopped her fall, that man was Johan, she said it was love at first sight, his hair so silky,his face so handsome, his voice so soft, it was as if he came out of a fairy-tale, after that, they began seeing each other, Johan always treated her with such care.

After hearing all of this, you approved of him, he may be a bit too old for her but nevertheless sounded like a genuine guy, you didn't notice the look he gave you, a look of a predator who had found its prey, waiting to jump at any moment.

"Earth to Johan~!", Johan was snapped out of his trance, "ah, apologies, i was lost in my thoughts", he apologizes with a slight smile, in your mind, he was too perfect, it was almost like this was an a-

"Dad? So what do you think of him?", your daughter interrupts your thoughts and fidgets with her hands as she nervously asked what you thought of her perfect boyfriend, "he's a wonderful young man, but if you do hurt my daughter i will not hesi-", your words were cut off with "daddd! Stop scaring him! ", she whines

"It's quite alright, it was wonderful meeting you, Mr (Last name)", by this time, your daughter was near the door entrance, she had a date with Johan afterall "No problem, Johan, you're a nice fit to our family", "oh? As your son in law", he suddenly leans close to your ear, "or as your husband?~", he then walks off, smiling to himself as he and your daughter go out on a date together , leaving you standing there in shock.

Johan had been visiting you daily, bringing all sorts of gifts, when questioned about it, he said it was to keep a good relationship with you and be a good future son in law, though that was far from his intentions.

One day he randomly showed up at your house when your daughter was out with some friends at a bar to relax after getting broken up with by Johan, she had came to you crying her eyes out, feeling absolutely devastated, you comforted her and suggested going out to relax a bit ,it was 11pm when he suddenly knocked on your door, weirding you out, you also noticed how weird he was acting, no longer the soft and genuine Johan, he had a look on his face, a terrifying look, he forced his way in your house and started to make out with you on the table, not even bothering to lock the door, "J-Johan! What are you doing-", you scream, pushing him off of you, "Was that too forceful for you Mr (Last name)?, apologies", "y-you!why did you break up with my daughter, you made her really upset, didnt i tell you to not hurt her!?", you screamed in anger, she was your only daughter, you hated seeing her that sad.

"How else was i supposed to get to you?cheat on her? Wouldn't that hurt her even more?", he questions with a smirk before closing the door and pulling you towards your bedroom.

So there you were, on the bed, under the monster infront of you, "you have a perfect body sir...", he says, trailing his finger down to your cock, grabbing it and pumping it with his hand, enjoying your moans of pleasure "i doubt you've had this in a long time, after that happened, you didn't do these kinds of stuff anymore, now did you?", he asks even though he knew the answer.

Just after a few minutes, you came all over his hand, "you came so much", he teased before unbuckling his belt ,unzipped his pants and let his cock out from his boxers, your eyes trailed to his manhood, a shocked expression on your face as you saw his size, "are you going to put that...in!?", "of course, i'll get you pregnant as you did with that woman in the past", he merely smiled before fingering you, one finger, two fingers, three, and finally 4, "I'm surprised you could take 4 of my fingers, Mr (Last name), you really are a whore for my cock aren't you?~", "sh-shut it! Ah!" , you closed your eyes, it was pleasureful for you, you had never felt this before but it was pure bliss for you.

Before you came, your hole suddenly felt empty, you opened your eyes for a moment before feeling Johan's cocked plunged deep inside you, balls deep, not caring for your cries of pain and pleasure , "agh...i'm already all in you, i feel great don't i?" Johan touches the buldge on your stomach "you see this? I made this~", he says proudly before pounding your little hole, your fucked out expression got him even harder, thrusting you like there was no tomorrow. Click you hear the hallway lights open followed by voices "Hey dad, i brought my friends over,i hope you dont mind them staying in my room" , she waits for an answer, Johan stopped thrusting but now his smirk grew bigger, "answer her~" , he says before he began thrusting into you again, "a-ah!", "dad?", "O-oh feel free to agh..l-let them in!", you respond trembling, "okay! Thank you dad i love you, please get some sleep now, goodnight"  you hear the voices fading as they enter your daughter's room, "that was a close one wasn't it? How would you have felt if your daughter caught you fucking her ex?~", he teases more but before you could answer, he kissed your lips and thrusted harder than before causing you to let out a few loud moans, music to Johan's ears, "your hole is so perfect, squeezing me so tight, it doesn't want to let me go~", he says. He was perfect indeed, your head was clouded with only thoughts of him fucking you so good before you both cum at the same time, panting and sweating.

Johan grabs your face, kisses you , " i'll definitely fit perfectly in your family as your husband ".

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I love this man, if anyone reqs for him i will go crazy in a good way.

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