#weapon!reader

One shot

You remember it like it was yesterday. The day you met Kid.

You had just transferred from your run of the mill magic school to attend the world renowned Death Weapon Meister Academy. You were a special case. A student advanced enough to already be able to wield themselves. after a tragically horrible fight, your meister was killed and you had to adapt by yourself in order to continue your dream as a weapon to get to travel the world on special missions.

With your exceptional power and display of skills (and a good word submitted from Jason) you were able to be accepted to join the academy.

So here you were touring the school with Maka Albarn. A really sweet girl who seemed to be elated that there was another new student, especially a skilled student at that.

You both rounded the scarcely populated hallways lined with big glass windows, the sound of anxious muttering coming closer, and closer, until the anxious mutterer in question met you head on. Literally.

Kid bumped into you head first, your skulls clanking together with a dull thud followed by an instant headache. He was knocked flat on his ass while Maka gave you the courtesy of catching you and standing you upright. “Ow, damn it, hey watch where you’re going-” maybe it was the look on your face. It maybe the light behind you from the windows illuminated your symmetrical figure all too much. But he just seemed to shut himself up on his own.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?” You ask, reaching down two hands to offer and help him up off of the floor. Giving him a full look of your face.

He could’ve died right then and there. A perfectly symmetrical angel had just come into his life. From the way your clothes fit your body to the way your eyelashes seemed to be even on both sides, how you offered him two hands instead of one, and how your ears were evenly pierced on each side. Everything was perfect, just perfect.

From that day forward, it was hard to shake kid off of you. Firstly because he just so happens to live close to you since the student housing was located near his father’s castle, and secondly because he pulled some strings and changed your schedules to be exactly the same.

You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t like it a little bit. No one had ever really expressed want for you in this way. Not near as carnal as this. There wasn’t even anything inherently sexual about it, but once you grew comfortable and familiar with Kid, as you inevitably would, he just had to be touching you.

He said it was because you felt so smooth and ‘symmetrical’ but you think that was just his excuse. But it really made you focus on things you’d never really noticed before. Yeah you’d gotten symmetrical back tattoos, but that was because you just liked how they looked. And yeah maybe you styled your hair to fall exactly the same on each side, so what? Maybe this was more than a coincidence, maybe you were meant for kid.

Day by day, month by month, things just sort of fell in line.

You and kid were exclusive now, and it would’ve been much sooner if you weren’t such a slow burn type of gal.

You hadn’t felt love like this since your meister was around. So it felt nice to be appreciated for every aspect of your being. Oh and Kid was utterly shameless about loving you. To recount a few instances:

One time he got a nosebleed because he’d done the mental math in his head and realized your past few sentences had been composed of eight words or ended in an even amount of words with an even amount of vowel to non-vowel letter ratio (you had no idea just how much this did for him)

Another instance was when he’d visited your student dorm and was greeted by the same symmetry he saw in you everywhere he looked. Pictures hung equally level eight centimeters apart on your collage wall, your notebooks filled with perfectly even lines of text and color coded to perfection. Your bed made with 90° hospital corners and two evenly sized pillows on your bed. He swears that was the day he decided to marry you

(Psa he gets you two matching wedding rings to wear on BOTH ring fingers as to ‘not disrupt your bodily harmony).

And maybe the most notable time was the first time you slept over at his house. Where he woke up to you, with your hair messy, yet somehow still symmetrical and your previous day eye makeup smudged evenly on both sides. Oh boy and that was just the beginning. Kid had an extensive morning routine where he made sure his outfit was perfectly symmetrical and so was everything in his house. So you took the opportunity to cook him breakfast. Two perfectly round sunny side up eggs, eight pieces of perfectly shaped bacon, and an exact measurement of an 8oz glass of orange juice.

He got down on one knee on the spot. Literally.

You swore you weren’t doing it on purpose. And you really weren’t! Which made it all more appealing to kid. Being symmetrical was attractive enough, especially how perfect you were in every aspect. But doing it effortlessly was so much more comforting to kid since he wouldn’t have to worry about you slipping up or being unsymmetrical by accident.

Fem Weapon!Reader x Kyle " Gaz" Garrick

Day 28: “I shouldn’t care for your life, but I’m starting to and it’s becoming an inconvenience.” Says Weapon!Reader to Gaz, because she’s trying to protect him from who she is, what she is

You moved fast down the ruined hallway, your boots hitting the broken floor with heavy, angry steps. You knew he was following you — you could hear the stubborn rhythm of his own footsteps behind you, refusing to let you leave.

Summary: You are an alumnist of the DWMA and are asked to return to aid in the war against Asura. 

Warning: mentions of drugging, abuse, and toxic relationships

"You know, Marie, you don't need a husband to be happy. You're a lady big shot, ya know? You don't a man to validate your worth!" you patted the blonde on the back as she dried her hands.

"Exactly. Look at us, three strong women. Lord Death called us back for a reason, Marie. We are valuable." Azusa said, adjusting her glasses.

"Oh, that's easy for you two to say! You're still young, in your prime! You just don't understand." Marie protested, biting her thumbnail.

"Marie, we graduated together..." you reminded, suddenly aware of your friend staring intently at the toilet of an open stall.

"Uh, Marie? What are you doing?" The sharp ravenette asked cautiously.

"I'm just going to marry this toilet." she deadpanned.

"You've got to be kidding!" you exclaimed, hoping she was joking.

"Oh, it's so perfect! Toilets take everything and anything! What a perfect husband!" she gushed.

"W-Wait hold on! This is the ladies' room! That's probably a lady toilet." You pointed out.

"Yeah! And what if it sprang a leak?" Azusa aided.

"A leak?! How independent!" Marie glared intently into the stall. "It's over!"

Her break up was accompanied by the sound of shattering porcelain.

"Come on, let's go see Death." she said, walking out of the room with a content smile.

"Marie the pulvarizer, still hardcore as ever..." You muttered following her.

"Yeah, there is no way she's retiring anytime soon."

In the Death Room, Shinigami informed you of Asura's awakening, and of the new staffing arrangements, causing Spirit to lose his absolute mind.

"No, no! Spirit, of course you are still going to be my personal weapon. Honestly, you are the only Death Sythe, who is actually a Deathe Sythe! Have a little more confidence in yourself." Death clarified, gaining worship from both Spirit and Justin.

"Now, that being said, of course, we'll need more protection, here in the city. Marie, (Y/N), that's where you two come in." he began.

You and Justin were alike in the way, that you had both made yourselves into Death Sythes. Unlike him, Stein had helped you gather a good portion of your souls. You had been sweethearts and partners in school, but you had decided to disband your partnership due to his aggression. After your break up, you found it difficult to fully trust others, ultimately leading to your decision to continue your journey to graduation alone.

"Marie, I'm assigning you as Stein's new partner." Lord Death began again, causing Maire to complain heavily. "And as for you, (Y/N), I am tasking you with being responsible for the Demon Sword, as well as being a back up for Stein, in the event that Marie become injured, or unable to rise to the occasion. You will follow them to every mission to offer your assistance."

"Yes, sir." you bowed.

"Well, I think that's about it!" the chipper reaper clasped his hands together cheerily. "Class dismissed!"

As you al began to file out of the room, Spirit and yourself were beckoned beck to Death's attention.

"Just a minute, you two. I have something to talk to the two of you about in private." he said as  returned to our spots from the briefing.

"Spirit, I'm sure you're already aware of the madness that threatens to consume Stein's soul." He began as Spirit nodded with a stern expression.

"Yes, sir. I am."

"And, I know, his former partners, you're both well aware of what he is capable of." you both nod. "I am tasking the both of you with keeping an eye on him, we need to make sure that Marie has no chance of coming to harm as his partner. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, sir." Spirit bowed.

"Of course, sir." you bowed as well.

"Very good, thank you both."

Later that day, you and Spirit had been walking around Death City. He was taking you to meet a few of your students, and of course, his darling daughter.

"Wow, how old is little Maka now? I don't think I've seen her since her first birthday."

"She's fourteen! Can you believe it? And she's every bit as strong and beautiful as her mother." he gushed, pulling a picture of her out of his wallet and shoving it into your hands. You couldn't believe the resemblance.

You had been close friends with Maka's mother since childhood, and it pained you that she would no longer contact you, due to your remaining closeness with Spirit.

"She really does look just like her mother. But I'm sure she got all of that strength and control from you, Spirit." you smiled gently, handing back the photo. "Both of us know how much it takes to restrain Stein and keep him in line. You were always so good with him." you reminisced.

"He's an easy guy to read, if you know what to look for. But I'm sure you know all about that, seeing that you were lovers and all." Spirit elbowed your side, causing you to blush.

"It's not like that, Spirit. We were just kids, teenagers. We didn't know what love was. We were just...close friends, that's all."

"Close friends don't do the things you did, (Y/N)." he said, suddenly becoming serious. "You were both my best friends, still are. You both told me everything."

"What do you mean?" you asked, trying to convince yourself of your innocence.

"Close friends don't kiss, or cuddle, or share the feelings the two of you shared. Close friends don't have se-" his deadpanned monologue was interrupted by the sound of children playing, accompanied by the sound of a ball dribbling it's way down a concrete basketball court.

"Oh, hi (Y/N), Spirit!" Marie greeted with a sweet smile.

You hated when she smiled at you that way, like she had forgotten what happened. That she was over you slipping her first love away from her, then breaking his heart.

"Hey guys. Are these our students?" you asked with a forced smile.

"Yep! And there's my sweet Maka!" Spirit gushed, watching her walk over to him.

Oh! Miss (Y/N)! It's been so long!" the blonde smiled at you with a hug.

"Yeah, it has. I'll have to take you shopping soon, to catch up. I still have all of your letters, ya know?" you smiled, hugging her back.

"Wow, really?" she asked, in awe. You nodded.

Even though you hadn't seen Maka in years, she had always seen you as an aunt, and you often exchanged letters, though you hadn't lately.

"Anyways...Papa. I was...wondering if you'd like to hangout..."she stuttered, obviously highly embarrassed. "Like, Saturday?"

The next several minutes were filled with Spirit 'happy puking' and Maka confronting him. You sat beside Stein on the bench, to join in on the adults' conversation.

"Oh, and I hope you don't mind, but I'll need to stay at your place until I can find an apartment. I hope that's alright." Marie chuckled nervously.

"Oh, me too," you jumped in. "I hope that isn't an issue."

"That's fine, but neither of you have the right to cry if you wake up dismembered." he chuckled.

"I have every faith in you." Maria giggled.

"It wouldn't be the first time." you laughed nervously.

You had finally settled into your old room in Stein's laboratory. You wiped your forehead with a victorious sigh.

"Knock, knock." a familiar monotone voice said from the open doorway. You smiled gently.

"Oh, hello, Stein." you said, walking toward him.

"Join me for tea?" he asked, holding a can labeled 'Coffee'. You chuckled, following him into the living room.

"Sure." you sat on the soft, giggling as he heated the beverage in a glass beaker.

"What's so funny?" he asked, amused.

"Somethings never change, do they?" you asked.

"A lot has changed, (Y/N)." he suddenly took on a serious tone.

"Like what?" you asked, cautiously.

"Appearances, for one thing." he turned around to hand you a beaker, taking a seat in an armchair.

"Yeah, I have to admit, the bolt was a nice touch." you giggled. "And the stiches really suit you."

"Thank you, but I actually meant you." he said, sipping his tea.

"I don't think I look so different, do you?" you asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.

"I do, actually." he began, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "You're so much more beautiful than I remember." You blushed deeply, trying to contain your embarrassment.

"O-Oh, thank you, Stein. That's very sweet."

"I missed you, (Y/N)." he said aloofly, avoiding eye contact.

"I missed you too, Stein, and Spirit and everyone else. It's very nice to be back."

"You know that isn't what I mean." he deadpanned.

You suddenly felt a wave of unease wash over you. "Stein, where's Marie?"

He chuckled. "She's spending the day with Maka and the Demon Sword. She's home be home until late." his eyes darted to yours again. "Is that an issue?"

"N-No, of course not." you tried to calm yourself down as he set his beaker down and sat on the couch beside you.

"You haven't even touched your tea, (Y/N)." he pointed out. "It'll get cold if you don't start drinking soon." he smirked.

"O-Oh, yeah sorry." you nervously sipped it, noticing that it tasted different from what you were used to drinking with him.

"Do you still have the scars?" his query caught you off guard. You had many scars, but you knew exactly which ones he was referring to.

"Which scars? I have many." you tried to deflect, hoping he'd ask about an old battle wound.

"You're a very smart girl, (Y/N), don't play stupid. I don't like stupid girls." his words weaseled themselves into your stomach, giving you butterflies.

"Do you still have the scars that I gave you?" your eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes, Stein. I do. Their scars, and they will never fade. Don't be stupid. I don't like stupid boys." you mocked him, turning your head.

Stein took hold you your wrist. "Oh, I'm no stupid boy, I assure you, (Y/N)." he cooed.

You scoffed, familiar with his brand of subduction, and determined to not melt into it. "You're right, you're a stupid man, then again, there isn't much difference, is there?"

"I'd watch your tongue if I were you. Who are you to insult me in my own home? Don't be such a brat." he smirked, letting go of your wrist and rising to a stand.

You tried to stand with him, but fell back to your previous position. "Death, my head hurts. you groaned.

"Finish your tea, dear, you'll feel better." he persuaded.

"Y-Yeah, you're right." you stuttered, taking the last swig of your now cold tea.

You felt your vision begin to blur, falling back onto the patchwork cushions.

Summary: You wake up on Stein’s table after blacking out while having tea with him

Warning: Sadomasochism, physical abuse, verbal abuse, knifeplay, blood, extreme degradation, mentions of drugging, abuse, and toxic relationships

You awoke to the blinding brightness of a single florescent lamp that seemed to stare into very soul. You felt a harsh coldness on your back which sent painful tingles throughout your entire being. Your naked body was covered by a single, coarse, white sheet. This all felt so...familiar.

"S-Stein? Are you there?" you muttered, trying your best to sit up, only to have a large hand push you back down.

"I'm here, (Y/N)." he responded, calmly.

"W-What happened...?" you choked out, already knowing the answer.

"Honestly, (Y/N), I thought you'd be used to this by now. I drugged you." he admitted with a innocent chuckle.

"Stein, you need to let me go." you ordered. He knelt beside you.

"Why'd you leave me, (Y/N)?" he asked, dangerously close to your face.

"Stein, we weren't healthy for each other! Rough sex isn't all there is to a relationship." you spat.

"That's not the correct answer." he scowled, producing a scalpel form his pocket. "You never loved me the way I loved you. How could you? You had no idea how much passion I felt for you, (Y/N)."

You finally sat up, holding the sheet against your chest to keep yourself covered. "I did love you, Stein, and I did feel passion for you. But I knew we'd be better apart."

"You're a liar, (Y/N)." he spat, twirling the blade in his fingers. "You tell everyone that you never loved me. That we were simply 'close friends'." his eyes narrowed. "Friends don't fuck the way we did, (Y/N). Friends don't do the things we did each other!" Stein could feel himself becoming unhinged.

Your eyes softened, and you placed your hands on his cheeks. "I know I hurt you, and, for that, I'm sorry, Franken." you cooed. "But this isn't the way to make yourself feel better."

"You know nothing about me. I've changed." he looked away.

"You know that's a lie, don't you?" you leaned into his ear. "Friends don't do the things that we did, isn't that what you said?" He nodded, his big green eyes piercing into yours. "Friends don't do the things you want to do with me, Stein."

He turned away, tossing your hands away from him.

"No, you're not going to sing in my ear and get away with this like all those other times." he spat.

"What am I trying to get away with?" you asked, wrapping the sheet around you and standing on the cold concrete.

"You think you can just caress my face and get away with hurting me without getting hurt yourself." he wouldn't look at you.

"I really hurt you, didn't I?" you put a hand on his shoulder, prompting him to turn to meet your gaze.

"You think you hurt me?" he spat, causing you to shudder as his fingers wrapped themselves around your delicate throat. "You completely destroyed me, (Y/N)."

You gasped for air, before your eyes softened. "How can...I make it...up to you?"

His eyes widened as his grip on your throat loosened just enough for you to breath. "What?"

"I want to make it up to you, Stein, I don't want you to hurt anymore." you panted.

Stein smirked, turning around and slamming you up against the wall, smashing his lips to yours. He tasted like coffee and cigarettes. Just as you had melted into his kiss, he harshly tore his lips from yours.

His grip on your throated tightened again. "I want to fuck those pretty little brains right out of your pretty little head, (Y/N). I want to tear you apart and stitch you back together, just so I can kiss the scar. I want to hurt you, (Y/N). Badly." he spat, harshly. "Just like I did when we were young."

"H-Hurt me, Stein...Tear me apart, slice me open...get your kicks, just don't hate me anymore, please..." you pleaded.

His eyes widened, and threatened to become wet with saline. You were torturing him, begging him to have his way with you, just in the name of having good standing with him. He hated it, but it excited him so much.

"You shouldn't encourage me, (Y/N). You know I'll do whatever you say." he said, releasing his grip entirely and letting you drop harshly to the hard ground. He tossed a pile of clothes at you in disgust.

"Get dressed, you look like a whore, sprawled on the dirty floor like that."

You coughed, trying to catch your breath. You grabbed his pants leg, letting his step pull you away from the wall.

"What do you think you're doing? Don't fucking touch me, whore." he kicked you away.

"But Stein...I love you."

"Your a dirty fucking liar, (Y/N)."

"No, I'm not! I love you, Stein! I always did." you crawled after him, looking into his soul with a pitiful look. "You said before, that friends don't share the passion that we do, didn't you?"

"I did."

"So, don't be my friend." you pleaded, finally gaining his attention. "Be my lover, Stein. My king, be what ever you want." He began to walk toward you. "You wanna me my master, don't you baby?"

Stein harshly grabbed your arm and pulled you into his chest. "I just want to be your everything, (Y/N)." his line was delivered so softly. "I just want to be the one you love."

"You are, Stein, I promise."

"The only one?"

"The only one, I swear."

The two of you began to lean into each other, slowly closing the gap.

"You know I love these scars?" you asked in his ear. You could feel the breath hitch in his throat, accompanied by his tightening pants. "They turn me on, Stein."

"Stop that," he tried to push you away, only to have you cling to his labcoat. "If you keep on, I won't be able to hold back, I'll hurt you, (Y/N)."

"Oh, I'm counting on it. It feel so good when you hurt me." you smirked, before gasping, feeling cold steel against your spine.

"Oh, yeah? You like having my knife against your skin, don't you, you dirty slut?"

"Yes, master." you answered, before screaming out at the feeling of the tip of blade tracing a shallow slice down the length of your exposed back.

"God, I love to hear you scream, (Y/N). I'll try not to cut you up too much." he smirked, smashing his lips you yours before sitting himself on the edge of the operating table and pulling you into him.

Your lips moved against his with a hunger.

"Open your mouth, slut." he ordered against your lips. You obeyed him, parting your lips and moaning as his tongue shoved it's way into your mouth, instantly gaining dominance over your pink muscle and your teeth. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself as close to him as you could get, tangling your fingers into his sliver hair.

"Moan for me." he demanded, pulling away from you slightly. "Tell me how dirty you are."

"Master, I'm such a dirty little whore. I crave your torture, daddy." Stein chuckled, pulling you onto his lap.

"Good girl. Now show me how beautiful you've become since we've been apart."

He laid down on the table, propping you on his lap. You fluttered your lashes, trying you best to look innocent, while shedding the white sheet that had kept you decent, swaying side to side, and displaying all the scars that decorated your (s/c) skin.

"You're so fucking beautiful..." he mused, embarrassing you a bit. He reveled in the fact that he had given you so many of these scars.

"Can I see your scars, daddy?" you asked, biting your thumbnail. He smirked, shedding his labcoat and draping it around your shoulders.

"Of course, princess, but you'll have to work for it." he teased, taking his glasses away form his eyes, and setting them on the tray of surgical equipment beside the table.

You bit your lip, looking into his beautiful green eyes, slowly lifting the hem of his patchwork shirt, before lifting it over her head. The bite on your lip began to intensify, drawing a bead of blood as you marveled at his chiseled chest and the stitches that ran across it like roads covering a roadmap.

"Stein...you look so lovely...you know that, right?" you whispered, not taking your eyes off his body.

"How do you figure?" he asked, a bit surprised at your comment. You gently traced the lines with your fingernail.

"It's just so lovely, how you display yourself on your skin the way you do. I really do love you, Stein. I want you to know that." you smiled gently.

"I know, beautiful. I'm sorry I doubted you." he smiled back, tucking hair behind your ear.

""I forgive you. I missed being this intimate with you."

"I've waited so long to hear you say that, (Y/N)." his eyes softened.

"Do you still fantasize about me, the way you said you did back then?"

"Every second that I breath. I've kept myself alive for this moment, (Y/N)."

"Then let's not waste it. Make love to me, Franken Stein." you said, slowly leaning down to catch his chapped lips in a sweet kiss, gently grinding her hips into his.

Stein groaned at the the sweet friction, gripping your hips tightly. You straightened yourself up, prying your lips off his, and allowed him to revel in the sight of your cowgirl style. He bit his lip, watching you (S/M/L) breasts bounce circles against your ribcage, moaning harshly every time you came down on his restricted member.

"Ah, baby, don't tease me like this. If you not going to play with my cock, you can bounce on it either."

You pouted. "Aw, what's the matter you don't want to play cowgirl with me?"

"Not like this." he smirked. "Maybe if you were to move a little higher, I'd be more inclined to play."  he said, tightening his grip on your hips, putting an abrupt stop to your fun, before pulling gently, motioning for you to follow his lead.

Slowly, Stein guided your hips to straddle his throat. You blushed deeply, feeling yourself become shy.

"W-What do you want me to do, Stein?" you asked, your voice trembling with anticipation. He grinned.

"Sit on my face."

"B-But, what if I'm too heavy?" you asked, self consciousness washing over your body, diminishing all the confidence you'd just had.

"I don't think their is a more pleasant way to die, do you?" You could feel his chuckle on your heat. "Now, get over here. Daddy's starving."

In one swift movement, the doctor pulled your hips once more, finally closing the gap between you and his face. You're head fell back, feeling his slimy tongue slither around your love. First, he licked a sloppy stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, before zeroing in on the spot that seemed to make you scream the most, your clit. He began a steady pace of alternating between darting his tongue in and out of your entrance and sucking roughly on your clit, which was always punctuated by his pink muscled swirling around the now bruised and swollen spot.

You began to see stars, it was all too much, but hearing the sound of him beginning to laugh with you delicate clitoris between his teeth began to send you over the edge.

"O-Oh, my God! Stein! I-I'm gonna cum!" you screamed out, gripping his sliver hair with both hands and giving a harsh tug, which made him groan.

"Do it, baby, cum for daddy." his dirty words were muffled by your riding of his face, but you still heard them crystal clear.

You began to feel the knot in your stomach begin to untangle itself as you released hot cream all over Stein's face. You shyly slid down his torso, to lay on his chest, and give both of you a moment to breath.

He chuckled, wiping his face with the sleeve of his labcoat. "Looks like someone made a mess." he teased, petting your hair. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, (Y/N), but this isn't over. Far from it."

He began slipping himself out from under you, no sitting upright on the table.

"On your knees, slut." he ordered. You exhaustedly complied, sitting on your knees on the uncomfortable ground, just between his legs.

"Well, what are you waiting for? I did all of the work the last round, now it's your turn. Show me you're worth keeping in one piece." he smirked, taking hold of a fistful of your hair as you fiddled with his zipper.

Finally undoing his pants, and pulling down his boxers, his erect length sprang free. Your eyes widened.

"Y-You're so much bigger now! There's no way I'll be able to handle this!" you stressed, looking into his stern eyes.

"Oh? I thought you never backed down from a challenge, even if it hurt? I thought you liked to hurt?"

Looking down shyly at the daunting task in front of you, you gave the tip of his cock a gentle lick, to test the waters.

Stein immediately threw his head back in ecstacy. "Ahh...Fuck, (Y/N)."

'That didn't take much...' you thought, giving another experimental lick, this time, the entire length of his shaft. A loud groan escaped his throat, prompting you try and take, at least a part of him into your mouth.

"Mmmm...Fuck yeah, babygirl. Wrap those pretty little lips around my cock." he moaned again, this time much louder. "Stuck me dry, you stupid whore."

You did as you were told, beginning to bob your head at a steady pace. Obviously, this wasn't quite enough for the doctor. Gripping your hair tightly, he forced his cock into the back of your throat, gagging you.

"Ahh, that feels so fucking good, (Y/N), don't stop until I cum down your fucking throat." he cooed, trying to keep his composure.

Finally, he began to thrust himself into your throat, making you deep throat as much of it as you possibly could. You began to feel his veins pulse against the sides of your cheeks, signaling that he was close to climax.

Suddenly, you were thrown back, and the painful tug on your scalp was relieved.

Stein harshly grabbed your arm and pulled you off the floor, and shoved you against the table, ass up.

"Oh, if you think you're gonna get away that easy, you've got another thing coming, baby." he cooed, pressing your face against the cold steel table, and fastening his belt around your wrists. He gave your ass a hard smack, making sure to leave a mark before whispering, "No, you're not leaving this fucking room until I've desecrated this tight little pussy of yours. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-Yes, master." you stuttered, moaning at the feeling of his his fingernails harshly raking your back.

"Beg for it. Beg for my cock." he ordered, teasingly the pad of his middle finger around your entrance.

"P-Please..."

"Please what? I can't hear you," he teased, darting a digit into your hole, and swiftly removing it. "You'll have to speak up."

"P-Please...fuck me..." you mumbled shyly.

Without warning, Stein shoved two digits into your pussy, making a scissoring motion, soliciting a shrill scream from your throat. "Come on, one more time, with feeling." he urged.

"God, Stein! Please just fuck me already!" you begged, your voice taking on a desperate pitch.

"That's," began, finally slamming himself into you, perhaps a bit harder than he needed to. "More like it! That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"N-No, sir, it wasn't..." you mumbled against the table, trying to suppress the screams that begged to escape your lips.

Stein raked his nails down your back again, much harder this time, setting the screams free. "Stiffle one more scream, (Y/N)," your eyes widened at the familiar feeling of a cold blade resting against your thigh. "And you'll never leave this room alive. So moan for me, your life depends on it."

"Ugh, fuck, Stein! Don't tease me, if you going to cut me, cut me!" you snapped. He smirked.

"Your wish is my command." your eyes began to role back as you felt the familiar sting of a scalpel dragging it's way up your thigh, forming beads of blood along the way.

"Stein, if you keep this up, I wont last much longer!" you screamed, feeling the full force of his thursts, each on coming in harder than the last.

You began to drool, feeling that familiar tug at your scalp as he harshly grabbed a fistful of your hair, and finding that your second coming was approaching quickly on the horizons.

"S-Stein, slow down! I'm about to-"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch! I'm close!" his degradation fed into your pleasure induced stupor and you did as you were told, feeling your toes instinctively curl.

You could feel Stein's thrusts beginning to become sloppy, as his breathing patterns chanced.

"Ah, ah, ah, (Y/N), scream my name!" he demanded, feeling himself seconds away from coming undone. You, too were coming undone, just waiting to be able to cum with him.

"Fuck, Stein! I love you!"

"Ah, fuck, I love you too, (Y/N)!"

You couldn't hold yourself back anymore. You came onto his cock, just in time to feel his hot, sticky seed fill you up. The room was silent for a moment, only the sounds of panting and left over moans pushing their way out could he heard.

Hesitantly, he slid out of you, his member starting to become flaccid, and he lazily crawled onto the table, lying on his back. Fishing a cigarette and a lighter out of his discarded coat pocket, he patted his chest, beckoning you to lay on it.

You made your way back onto the table, clinging to Stein for dear life, as he aloofly lit up the cigarette, taking a long drag off of it, before passing it to you. You inhaled the smoke slowly, holding it in before releasing it into the air.

"I never hated you. You should know that." his calm voice broke the exhausted silence that hung in the air.

"You didn't?" you asked, sleepily.

"I just hated that you left me, hated myself for letting you go." he answered, looking into the fluorescent light. You nuzzled into his arm. "I never stopped loving you, (Y/N)."

"I never stopped loving you either..." you smiled contently.

"So, what now? Do we go back to being colleagues? Friends that occasionally have sex?" he asked, a sadness in his voice. He was trying to make it seem as if it didn't bother him. But it did.

"Stein?" you asked, now staring at the light as well. He hummed in response.

"What if we just...be more than friends...take occasionally have sex?" you mused.

"You mean-?" he couldn't finish his own sentence, too afraid that he had the wrong impression.

"I do." you smiled. "What if we were...lovers again? For real, this time." you clarified.

"Are you sure? With the kishin being released, I have no idea what effect the madness could have on me. I could kill you without realizing it." he turned to face you, pulling you into his chest, concern decorating his features.

"I trust you...do you think you can trust me again?" you asked with a gentle smile.

"I don't think I ever stopped."

"so whaddaya say," you caressed his face. "Wanna give this another shot?"

"I do, more than anything."

"I love you, Stein."