#femme reader

After show sex . . .

trope : g!pmegan , bottom!reader

synopsis : Megan just got back from a very tiring tour, she seems quite agitated. You hate seeing your girl upset. So you helped her load some steam off.

An : English isn’t my first language … ouu shii more like ouu stfu bitch, also sorry this is so short please sent reqs

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leaving your old town was the only decision you could make to escape your past , to escape her.

a fresh start was something you craved , n this gloomy , desolate place seemed like the perfect fit.

you started to adjust to this new life. a new job , picking up old hobbies , decorating what you thought would be your forever home.

n although you were happy , you never quite felt safe. since you arrived you’ve always been on high alert. checking over your shoulder when you’re walking alone , sticking to large crowds in open settings , testing each lock on your doors n windows before bed , staying private on all social media.

‘there’s no way she’ll find me . .’ you told yourself , n you believed it.

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your shift ran way longer than expected , the streets empty n quiet. the tall lamps flicker , barely illuminating the darkened sidewalks.

you’re wearing a skirt n sweater paired with thigh highs n boots. you didn’t plan on leaving this late , n it’s much colder than before.

you look down at your phone , headphones on , completely oblivious. thinking back on it now , you should’ve been more careful.

you decide to take a shortcut to your neighbourhood through a poorly lit alleyway. as you walk , you try to ignore your gut feeling that something is wrong.

it’s murky , industrial pipes creaking above your head. fog hovers low above the ground , obscuring the muddy puddles hidden beneath the mist.

an abrupt , loud crash snaps your head around , your heart rate immediately picking up. you stumble backwards , keeping your gaze locked on the shadows where the noise came from.

blind to your surroundings , your back suddenly collides with something , someone. you turn , eyes widening. ‘m so sorry!’ you sense something isn’t right , n it doesn’t help that you can’t see whoever you’ve just run into.

‘i- i didn’t mean to bump into you . . i think there’s something-‘ you’re cut off by a sharp pain that spreads through your neck , your vision blurred , words slurring , then everything goes black.

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a pounding sensation behind your eyes slowly lulls you out of the groggy state you were forced into , your arms n legs bound together.

you look around the room , trying to figure out where you are. you’re in some abandoned building by the shattered glass , piles of filth , n vandalized concrete walls.

‘mmph . .’ you whine , wiggling against the restraints. your wrists are sore , the rope cutting into them.

‘you’re finally awake.’ your heart drops , you recognize that voice from anywhere. she steps into view , her long braids swaying with every step.

‘j-jinx . . ?! n-no .. please- why are you doing this ?’ you whispered , those unsettling neon pink eyes of hers meeting yours. she leans down , a smug smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

‘don’t you get it?’ her finger traces along your jaw. you flinch n pull away , goosebumps rising up your neck. her hand grips the back of your hair , forcing you to look at her. ‘we’re meant to be together.’

you wince , holding back tears. ‘let me go.’ you mutter , sounding more like a beg than a demand. she chuckles , pulling her knife out of her pocket.

‘i’m gonna give you a 2-minute head start to run from me.’ the blade pushes between the rope , freeing your hands. ‘n when i catch you , i’m gonna use you in every way i please.’ the binds around your ankles fall which prompts jinx to move aside , then she slowly begins counting.

‘one , two , three , four . .’ you can barely process what she’s just said as you struggle to stand up , the side effects of whatever drug she gave you making you feel dizzy n confused. you push through it , hurrying out of the room quickly. her voice echoes as you start to run down the long hallway , glass shards cracking underneath you with every step.

you turn the corner , another long hallway. you hear her crazed laughter , you know she’s coming. almost all the doors are boarded up , debris blocking the stairs.

‘mm- shit!’ you frantically look around searching for an escape to get away from her.

a half-open door catches your eye n you hurry inside , closing it behind you. you’re met with concrete stairs , unsure of where they lead. but you go down them , her footsteps only getting closer.

‘can’t wait to catch you.’ she giggles. she’s moving quicker , clearly using shimmer to her advantage.

you’re met with yet another dark hallway , a red light flashing every few seconds. you continue to run , your legs feeling weak.

the lack of light causes you to trip , falling down onto your stomach. you crawl forward , desperately trying to get up , but she catches up to you , hovering over you like the prey that you are.

‘hm! that was fun , i win.’ she forces your hands behind your back , tying them together with that same rope from before. it stings , the skin still raw. she roughly grabs you , dragging you to your feet. she leads you further down the hall . . n her grip on your arm is so tight you know it’ll leave a bruise.

‘knew you’d go this way , made sure you would.’ it’s sadistic how much she’s enjoying this , n you’re starting to feel hopeless.

‘p-please . . don’t-’ you whine , which earns you a chuckle in response. ‘i told you , i’d have my way with you whether you like it or not.’

as you turn the corner , she unlocks one of the doors with a key. she shoves you inside , closing it behind her.

her body pushes against your back , pinning you against the wall. your little whimpers are music to her ears , her hands lifting your skirt.

‘mmph- jinx . .’ she runs a finger over your clothed cunt , chuckling at the damp spot. ‘you’re enjoying this , huh?’ you want so badly to deny it . . but the thrill of her chasing you , tying you up . . you nod , looking at her with puppy eyes.

she slides your panties down , your slick sticking to your inner thighs. ‘look atchu , so fucking pathetic.’ she taunts , her fingers finding their way between your folds.

‘mmh . .’ you wiggle your hips against her fingers , trying to gain any kind of friction. ‘so eager.’ she pulls out her knife , your doe eyes widening at the sight. she moves the handle to your mouth , titling her head.

‘open , get it nice n wet for me.’ you part your lips , tongue swirling around the hilt. ‘just like that.’ drool spills from the edges , clinging to your chin as you continue coating her knife with your spit.

when she’s satisfied , she removes it slowly , muffling a groan with a smile. her free hand pulls your waist toward her , your face still pushed against the cement wall.

‘hmph- what’re you doing . .’ she loves your confused whines , lining up the handle with your leaking hole. ‘just shut up n take it.’ she slams it inside you , making you mewl. ‘ngh! f-fuck!’

she holds the blade in her bare hand , letting it cut into her skin. ‘yeah? god look at you . .’ blood drips from her hand onto the ground , staining her skin.

‘agh! y-you’re- bleeding . . mmph!’ you knew she was crazy , but this was a whole other level. ‘mhm . . feel good?’ you nod quickly , trying so desperately to hold yourself up.

‘ngh- m’ so- need . . mm!’ your pleas turn into babbles , n jinx is quite amused. ‘what do you need , hm?’ her free hand squeezes the skin on your ass before leaving a painful slap. ‘hmmph! m’ feels s’good- mmmh ..’ she chuckles , hand meeting your skin again. ‘know you need it , know you’ve been thinking of me since you left.’

you hate that she’s right. ‘mmph- n-no . . i- haven’t ..’ it’s pathetic how you try to lie while letting her use you in any way she wants. ‘hmm . . don’t lie to me.’ she slaps your ass again , the impact more intense than the last.

‘admit it.’ you wince , tears pricking your eyes. ‘ngh- m’ sorry- i have . . been-‘ you mumble , cutting yourself off with your choked up moans. ‘hm? you’ve been what?’ she slows down , that feeling you’re so needy for disappearing.

‘p-please! mmh!’ you squirm , voice cracking. ‘you’ve been what?’ she repeats herself , digging her nails into your hip. ‘been thinking about you . . everyday- i need you , p-please .. please-‘ she resumes fucking your little hole , those wines n babbles of yours filling the room again.

‘m- m’gonna cum . . mm! please-‘ she doesn’t stop , humming in approval as she kisses your arm. your cunt makes the nastiest sounds , forming a milky ring at the base of the handle. your legs begin to shake , that pretty mess of yours dripping down her knife. ‘fuck . .’ she groans , pulling it out of you agonizingly slow.

your chest moves up n down rapidly , eyes feeling heavy. ‘did so good for me . .’ she muffles your whimper with a kiss , n you feel her smile against you. when she pulls away , you whine in protest.

‘shh , be patient.’ she brings her knife to the rope around your wrists once more , slicing it through. your arms ache from being in that position for so long , the pattern indented on your skin.

you immediately turn your focus on her , hands cupping her face as you kiss her again. she drops her knife , the metal clinking against the floor. her bloody hand snakes around your neck , tongue invading your mouth.

she tugs on the bottom of your sweater , lifting it over your head. she slides her hands to your tits , smearing blood over your lacy bra.

‘i’ve fucking missed you-‘ she groans , kissing down your body while leaving bite marks here n there. she eventually gets on her knees , looking up at you with hunger n desperation in her eyes.

her hands hold both of your hips , positioning herself perfectly between your legs. she laps at your sweetness , her whines muffled by your pretty little cunt.

‘ngh- mmhm! d-don’t stop , mmh . . please-‘ you subconsciously grind against her mouth , your head thrown back. she had no plans on stopping. infact , she wanted to see how far she could push you.

she knows you’re getting close again , you’ve always been so easy. the knot in your stomach is overwhelming , your fingers tangled in her hair. ‘m’gonna cum again- mmph .. shit- ngh!’ you sob as your orgasm crashes through you , tears streaking down your pink cheeks.

you’re shaky , mascara smudged. jinx stands up , wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. ‘you can’t get rid of me . . you know that , right?’

‘mmhm . .’ you nod , knowing there’s no way out of this. and honestly ? you don’t want it any other way. ‘good.’ she kisses your wet cheek , her thumb wiping the stray tears. ‘n if you try to leave . .’ she grabs your face , your lips pushed into a pout. you shake your head , batting your lashes at her. ‘knew you’d give up eventually.’

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Some fluff please of Arcee helping Reader through transitioning to a feminine chassis on Camius. (Set in the continuities where all cybertronians are 'born' with a masculine chassis and choose to switch to a feminine chassis.)

Daily affirmation time.

Different chassis, same spark

So like I have no idea how to write this without mischaracterizing her since I know her entire sort of edgy villain era was due to her surgery (which is horribly butchered trans rep but I can't exactly time travel and get it rewritten) so this is sorta hurt-to-comfort if this suffices. Personally I recommend reading it along to this song but you do you.

It wasn't her that greeted you when you came out of surgery, you already knew that before you even went under with the fact that you knew she had trauma related to your operation, so you understood why she wasn't stood beside you to check up on you when you came-to. Everything felt weird, walking with new limbs, talking with a new voice box, picking things up with new digits, you had to get used to the new weight of your brand new helm, chassis and limbs, hell, even your back kibble was replaced to better fit your new frame but preserve your alt mode as much as possible even though the doctors said you'd have to re-scan its source again just to be sure everything's fine.

butch!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (1032 words)

fluf! Eddie throws pebbles at your window and leads to getting high on your rooftop.

note: this is really short so i apologize in advance. first time writing x reader so i don’t mind any tips! i’ve wanted someone to write this so i did it myself. also eddie’s name in this is elodie cuz it just makes sense.

Late at night with nothing to do, you lay in bed. You had nothing else to do. Bother your little siblings? Boring. Homework? Done. Sleep? Way too early. Journaling? Maybe. With that, you got off your bed, with pink floral sheets and dusty pink comforter laying loosely off the side of the bed. You go over to your desk, leather journal right in the center. Right when you start writing, you hear pebbles thrown at your window next to your bed.

Your confusion quickly wears off when you see Eddie standing outside your window, asking to come in.

“This girl’s gonna kill me one day” You say to yourself, unlocking the window and letting her in.

“Babe-“ You groan before pulling Eddie through the rest of the window. “Did my parents see you?”

Eddie cracks her knuckles and stands up from where she was laying on the ground.

“Of course not. I’m a ninja.” She confidently crosses her arm before you throw a book at her playfully.

Eddie takes her converse off at the bed, throwing them to the side once off. You snicker and sit beside her.

“What?” She asks, hand now tapping on your exposed thigh.

“Oh, nothing. I may be wondering why you’re at my house. I’ll get a restraining order filed against you if this keeps happening.” You joke, Eddie holding a dramatic hand to her chest in feigned outrage.

“I’ll have you know, this is a sign of my love.” Eddie explains, falling back against your fluffy white pillows. She grabbed onto your deer stuffed animal you got for your birthday. Eddie held it up to her nose. You give her a puzzled look in response.

“Why are you going police search dog on my fawn?” You say, grabbing it back. You position yourself to sit on your knees in front of your girlfriend, deer stuffy politely placed on your thighs.

She smiles and leans to rub your thigh gently, “Hmmph.. It smells like you. All baked goods and vanilla shit.”

Your face flushes but you regain your composure, the embarrassed look on your face replaced with a puzzled one.

“You had band practice today? With Corroded? Right?” You question, she gives a face of knowing and looks away.

“Eddie.” You warn the first time. No response. “Elodie.” You warn again, still no response. You take a deep breath. “Did you skip?”

She shamefully nods, looking back at your face. At seeing your slight look of disappointment, she goes in to defend herself.

“Hey! They gave me a pass. I’ll be practicing at home, I swear!” She swears, hands up.

Your face softens and you lean forward, placing your hand on her hip. She flushes, looking away for a split second.

“Nervous?” You tease. Eddie pushes a lie out, shaking her head profusely.

“No- not at all.”

You lean in and kiss her quickly. Her arms quickly wrap around you, melting into the kiss. She falls against your soft heap of blankets at the end of your bed. Just before things flew off the handle, she pulls away.

“Why?” You question, setting yourself back onto the bed.

She shrugs, “Man, y/n. I really love you.”

You quickly get flustered and pat out your hair to mask your expression.

“Shut up.”

“Why would I do that?” She teases, poking your side.

“Great question. We all know Ms. Munson is beyond that.”

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You both made it out to the roof of your house. It was late enough at night for no one to see you guys stealing kisses, let alone cuddling, but there’s always a possibility. So when she wrapped her arms around your waist while propped in between her thighs, you got a little bit nervous.

“Hey, hey. No one’s gonna see us. If they do then so what? One more rumor against Elodie? Whatever shall I do?” She says, her voice thick with sarcasm.

Your expression softens, falling into her chest further. “I guess you’re right. I have things held against me. What else would be new? Oh! Elodie and y/n caught together on a Friday night. Whatever shall we do?” You joke. Both you and her start laughing.

You stare at the stars for a while before feeling Eddie rummage through her pocket under your hips. You turn back when she pulls out two joints and a lighter, passing you one with a smirk.

By the time you get yours situated and lit, hers has been lit for a while. She takes a long drag out of hers, turning to you to see how you’re doing.

You nod, signaling you’re fine. A billow of smoke excited your mouth as you stared at the sky. You reached back to play with Eddie’s curls.

Moments pass by like seconds then she takes a final drag out of it and turns to you.

“High?”

“High.”

She takes your joint and her own and throws it off the roof. You gasp slightly but laugh, which causes both of you to fall into a fit of giggles.

After that small ordeal, you go back to staring at the sky again. Your gaze seems to naturally drift up there, Eddie follows, staring with you.

“You know, when I first met you- I thought you were way out of my league. You are- but you’re here with me today under whatever conditions this is. So much shit.”

She says, lazily tracing circles over your stomach.

“Same with me. I only thought that way cause we were both girls. Hawkins isn’t really open to that. Don’t think it ever will be.” You continue, closing your eyes at the feel of her glum fingers against your stomach that’s lightly covered by your baby pink silk pajamas.

She exhales, “Remember our first time-“

You get flustered again, looking away nervously as Eddie laughs her ass off.

“I do, Elodie.” You answer, trying to seem stern but failing miserably.

“It was my first time.” She whispers in your ear.

You giggle and turns around, “Mine too.” whispered sweetly into her ear

pairing: Older!Sevika x Femme!Reader sum: When Sevika finally comes home from a long shift, and finds you trying on the newest additions to your closet, she snaps.

warnings: vaginal fingering, smut, cusses, petname (baby) !!

You stared at the array of clothes strung in your closet, pinks, whites, blues; all a mix of colors and fabric confined into one small space. At the same time, your eyes shifted towards the two giant bags from the mall... Also full of clothes. This time, it wasn't your fault! Sevika said one thing before she left for work.

"You said that you wanted to go to the mall today?" She hummed, slipping on her boots. You nodded, curtly--expecting her to maybe offer taking you, and staying home. No. Instead, she slapped her credit card onto the counter. Simply said, "Take this with you." You smile, sliding into your pocket, and peppering sweet little kisses on Sevika.

When you got to the mall, you said you were there for only one thing. Like, non-clothing-items. Things such as candles, pillows, things for the house! That didn't seem to work out..

Sighing, you turn the bag over--all of the tops, bottoms, and whatever else falling out; plopping onto the floor. "I don't ever remember buying this much stuff," You exhale to yourself, and begin to try on items from the large pile on the floor. Being so captivated in practically checking yourself out, you hadn't been paying attention to the sounds emanating from the living-room. Keys, jingling, the large, deep footsteps. Sevika's fingertips falter as they brush against the door handle, pausing with a sense of hesitance overwhelming her. She exhaled, and tightened her grip on the handle--pushing the door open wide.

You whip around, watching Sevika's full, dark eyes drag across your body. It was long, intense--and spoke words that Sevika didn't bother to say to you. Her breathing became labored as she stared at you, cocking her head back; a way of making it apparent that she was feeling things. Your movements pause; hands resting on the waistband of the panties you sported. Raising a short eyebrow, you begin--

"Welcome home," You greet, a smile crackled onto your face. Sevika's lips parted; like words were about to spill out, but they never did. Your hands fall limp at your sides, staring back into her swirling eyes. Another hitched breath left her lips, her flesh arm extending--reaching out to grasp your waist.

"How long have you been here trying on clothes?" Sevika rasped, her voice hoarse; probably from whatever things she was doing at work. You lean your head into the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her.

"About an hour," You muttered, voice soft. Softer than it usually is, only because being this domestic with Sevika was rare. She usually came home, railed you, and cuddled you until sleep overtook her. Sevika's grip tightened as she growled into the top of your head.

You raise your eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

"Just missed you." Sevika grumbled, her own broad being pressed flush against your own. An exhale in which you let out was cut short, as a needy moan ripped from the back of your throat. Sevika's mechanic hand trailed down your figure, groping your mound. Head flying back, you squeal, biting your lip through eyes full of lust. A grin emerged on her face, as she marveled at the body under her. Pulling you away from the closet, Sevika laid you on the bed--looming over you; arms on both sides of your head.

"You're gorgeous." She whispered, gently biting the free space of your neck. You cocked your head to the side, giving her more access to your throat. "'My wife..." Her voice still a low rumble, teeth sinking into your tender skin. Eyes fluttering shut, your hands shuffle down to the thin fabric that covered your cunt. The only thing on your body was a pair of socks, and the panties--so undressing you was very underwhelming.

Her mouth came in contact with your one nude breasts, the other one getting fondled by her flesh hand. It was amazing--seeing your girlfriend holding herself up with one arm, while squeezing your tit with the other. A squeal left your mouth, as she pulled back from your chest. The hand once groping your body found it's fingers sliding throughout your slick folds. Your whole body convulsed with a shiver, a choked moan floating into the air. She chuckled, and plunged a finger into the tight channel. Back arching off the bed, you bite your lower lip; and just as you thought it wasn't going to get worse, Sevika began to rub her thumb over your clit.

The laugh that left her mouth made you even wetter than you already were. Sevika stared down at you, like it was mocking. Her eyes were just as daring as they usually were; but a hint of playful banter was thrown in the mix. You whined, bucking your hips onto her still finger; desperately looking for friction.

"Another one?" She whispered, finally moving her fingers--your tight walls clenching the digit. With a curt nod, she presses another finger into you, making your body tremble once more. Sevika let out a laugh, a hard, broad laugh--that spilled from the depths of her chest. The squelching sounds of her fingers assault on your cunt filled the room, as well as your needy hums. "Fuck, you're so good... Too good.."

With a squeak, your legs begin to tremble--and before you knew it; your head lolled backwards, white flashing before your eyes.

"Come on, baby; give it to me." Sevika exhaled, her arm sore from work; but she didn't mind as long as you were fucked out. Sevika's low growls filled your brain as her fingers pace fastened. Her body demanded your release, and all you could do is obey.

Soon after you rode out your climax, Sevika smiled. "This is why I spoil you."

When I get back from work, you're quiet. There's silence in our house that I can't seem to imagine would occur with you. No sounds of pots and pans, no noise from the TV, or the PC. I tiptoe into our bedroom and find that you're huddled into the blanket, the only light in the room is coming from the open doorway.

I crawl across the bed, and the first thing I notice is your hands – how they stay clenched in the blanket instead of drifting to me like they usually do.

You're lying on your side, knees drawn up, staring at the edge of the mattress like it might start talking any moment. I call your name, soft. You blink, but don’t look.

“Hey,” I murmur, as softly as I can, dragging the backs of my knuckles across your exposed shoulder. “Where’d you go?”

Your lips part like you might answer. But nothing comes out. You’re not shivering yet, but your skin’s got that damp chill, that clammy feel of an upcoming fever.

Across the room, I reach for the hoodie, the big one you always steal, and slip it over your head. You don't help. You can’t, right now. That’s okay. I do it for you.

I settle behind you, pull you into my lap like you weigh nothing at all, even when I know it feels like you weigh too much to yourself. One arm around your waist. One pressed tight to your chest.

“You did so well, baby,” I murmured, mouth close to your ear. “I’ve got you. You don’t have to talk.”

You let out this tiny, broken sound, and finally melted into me. Like your body was waiting to do for so long.

I rock you, just enough tiny motions. Just so you know you’re not floating anymore, that you're tethered to me.

You’re not too much.

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She wins ~

(Sevika x reader | fight night, bratting, dom!Sevika, soft aftercare, blood and bruises, subby chaos, little smut, lot of yearning. First person POV.)

“you gonna yell at me if this stings?” “try me.”

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She’d told me to stay home.

Her voice was rough when she said it — not in the way I liked, not the way that made my thighs press together. It was flat, tight, like she’d already accepted that I wouldn’t listen. Like she already knew how the night would end.

But I showed up anyway.

Hair done up pretty, lips painted red, bratty little skirt and everything. I walked right into that smoke-thick bar like I belonged there — like I wasn’t hers, like I wasn’t the soft thing she warned the world not to touch.

The fight was already halfway through. She was in the ring, blood dripping down her jaw, knuckles red and mean. She saw me from across the crowd. Just a flicker. Just a look.

I knew that look.

And I knew I was in trouble.

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I didn’t say a word in the car. Just sat there, hands fidgeting in my lap, cheeks hot with shame and something sharper.

She didn’t say anything either.

Not until the door slammed behind us and I found myself shoved against it, her body pressed to mine, one hand braced beside my head while the other hooked under my thigh and lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all.

“You think this is a fucking game?” she growled, voice low and gravel-thick. “Wearing that skirt to my fight like you wanted me distracted. Like you wanted someone else to look.”

“I just wanted to watch,” I whispered, already breathless.

Her eyes dragged over my face, slow and dangerous. “You don’t fucking listen.”

And then her mouth crashed against mine.

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The kiss was bruising — all teeth and tongue and frustration. She dragged me toward the couch like she was still half in the ring, still full of adrenaline and fury. I barely had time to gasp before she was on top of me, straddling my hips, pinning my wrists above my head.

“Always need to learn the hard way, huh?” she muttered, lips ghosting along my neck. “Always so fucking stubborn.”

I whimpered, thighs squirming under her, already aching.

Her hand slid up my skirt — fingers rough, unkind — and she didn’t even bother to be gentle. Two fingers pressed in, fast and deep, and I cried out, back arching.

“Bet this is what you wanted,” she said darkly, curling them just right. “Wanted to get fucked stupid after getting me worked up in front of everyone.”

I moaned something that might’ve been her name, might’ve been please — I wasn’t sure.

“You’re lucky I’m giving it to you at all.”

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She didn’t stop until my legs were trembling, until I was clawing at her shoulders and sobbing out praise between broken moans. Her mouth followed her fingers, tongue flicking and curling and fucking me open until I was shaking from it — until my vision blurred and I forgot why I ever wanted to fight with her at all.

When I came, it was messy and loud. Desperate.

She just wiped her mouth and kissed me like she owned me.

And maybe she did.

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The next morning, I found her at the kitchen table, wrapping the gash along her ribs with practiced hands. She hadn’t let me help the night before — too pissed, too focused on putting me in my place. But now she was quiet. Calm. Something softer in her shoulders.

I padded over in one of her shirts and slipped into her lap, gently taking the bandages from her fingers.

“Let me,” I said softly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She didn’t argue.

I cleaned the blood from her skin with damp cotton, careful and sweet. She flinched once — barely — and I whispered an apology, pressing another kiss just below the wound.

“I’m sorry for not listening,” I murmured.

She cupped my jaw with one bandaged hand, tilting my face up.

“You make me crazy, baby.”

Her voice was lower this time. Tired. Honest.

“You make me soft.”

I leaned into her palm and smiled.

“Good.”

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