#anyways I’m overstimulated so I went to go hide in the bathroom for a bit

[lesbiansanemi]

I wish there was a way to communicate how overstimulated kids make me and how much I really wish I could reliably be in public spaces without hearing large families/children being insanely loud without sounding like one of those freaks that thinks children should be banned from public spaces

[aestheticaltcow]

Drunken Escapades

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto x Reader

This was a request from about 3ish months ago.

It turns out you met Mikey before he passed; you just didn't know it.

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“Top you off?” Syd asked after she’d refilled her wine glass. You shook your head, “If I do more than a glass and a half, I get…messy.” you excused, the casual atmosphere making you feel at ease.

Carmy laughed from the kitchen, making you roll your eyes. “Is there a fun New York story here?” Syd asked as Carmy and Richie joined the women at Syd’s cramped table. Richie sat across from you and nudged his chin up in your direction. “What’s the story, sweetheart?” he laughed.

You scratched the back of your head as Carmy put an arm over your shoulders and flashed a shit-eating grin in your direction, “Tell’em the story of how we met, baby. It’s a good, what do they call it…”

“Carmy, it’s a lot of things, but I would never refer to it as a meet-cute,” you laughed. Syd looked between the two of you. Over the past few months, you and she had become pretty good friends, bonding over the mutual frustrations of knowing Carmen Berzatto. But you still had your secrets. “I was a different girl back then- a little wilder; Carmy has grounded me quite a bit.”

“Well, now we gotta know!” Richie cackled as he gestured to Syd, trying to egg her into getting you to confess the story. Syd rolled her eyes and shrugged, “I’m curious, but it’s your story-”

 “Okay-Okay, fine,” you said, the anticipation in the air palpable as you laughed defensively, staring at the table. Carmy squeezed your shoulder, “It’s okay, baby. It can stay our dirty secret.” he assured you. You groaned and let your head fall back before sitting up straighter, “Okay. So imagine with me here. I’m at this bar with my friends for a girls' night out. Of course, they all ditched me over the course of about an hour, so I sat at the bar by myself. I get shit-faced- that’s beside the point. I get up to go to the bathroom, only to fuckin’ body this man.”

“Carmy? I can’t imagine that child in a bar.” Richie’s laughter interrupted your story. Carmy rolled his eyes, “I used to go to bars- but I wasn’t the guy she bodied at the bar.” he clarified before turning his attention back to you. 

“It was his friend Morgan Tylers- you know, the pastry chef that went crazy viral on Twitter for making those elevated candy bar cakes back in 2020,” you explained, noticing the subtly of Carmy’s jaw flex. He wasn’t necessarily jealous, but hearing about your drunken escapades with other guys wasn’t his favorite thing in the world.

“Anyway, I ended up dangling on him for hours, right, but then I started getting really overstimulated because of the lights in the bar, and I started crying. Morgan got really uncomfortable having a drunk, crying girl sitting on his lap, so he got up, dragged me with him, and causally introduced me to Carmy.” you grinned, “I don’t remember what happened after that, but I may or may not have thrown up on Carmy… twice…” you wiped your nose with the back of your hand as you tried to hide your embarrassment. 

“She did. I made sure she got home safe, and three years later, here we are.” Carmy concluded, pulling you closer to kiss your temple. “Ew Carmy, not in my apartment. Com’on.” Syd playfully cringed before polishing off her glass of wine.

“That isn’t even my worst drunk story.” you laughed. “Whats worse than meeting Carmy?” Richie mumbled as he finished off his drink. Carmy rolled his eyes and reached over to shove him, “Fuck off, jackass.”

“What’s the story?” Syd cautiously asked. You shook your head and tucked your loose bangs behind your ear. “Oh, if you thought throwing up on Carmy twice was bad, this one is worse.” you started.

“2016. Riot Fest. During Rob Zombie’s set on Sunday, I met this guy- we were making out on the outskirts of the crowd. I don’t know what triggered it, but I threw up… in his mouth. And then again on myself… and him a little bit more. I ran away because I was so fucking embarrassed. It was a low point in my life.” you begrudgingly admitted.

Richie looked between you and Carmy as his jaw went slack, “Holy shit, you’re puke girl.” he chuckled as he leaned back in his chair. You shot him a confused look, encouraging him to continue. “You were makin’ out with Mikey.” 

“Wait. Mikey, as in Mikey-Mikey?” you questioned. Richie nodded as he ran his tongue across his top row of teeth. “Yeah, Chi-Chi got a hook-up for tickets, so we all went. Mikey went off to do god knows what, and when we found him again, he was absolutely covered in puke. He said he was gettin’ to second base with this girl, but then she puked on him.” Richie awkwardly explained as he fidgeted with the paper towel he’d used as a napkin. 

You looked at Carmy, who’d gone pale. He nodded, and an awkward silence took over the room. You chuckled, “I guess I just have to puke on Natalie now…”  Syd erupted in laughter. She quickly apologized, but the laughter had become contagious. Richie started laughing, too. Carmy shook his head and playfully pushed you, “I swear. I can’t take you anywhere.”

[moody-alcoholic]

Freaky Friday

+18 MDNI explicit content

Its Friday which means I try writing new things. This week ✨double penetration.✨ I really had a scene like this envisioned for the finale of missing piece but I couldn’t wrap my head round it. Anyway thought this week was the perfect opportunity to give it another go! I pulled what I had saved in my drafts folder and cleaned it up, it’s definitely something…

Summary: Ghoap x reader. 2.5k words. Johnny suggests some fun in the bedroom.

CW: +18 MDNI explicit content Smut, sex, threesome, double penetration (ass & vagina), oral (M&F receiving), overstimulation, PiV sex, anal, spanking (it’s like once), grinding/ dry humping, little bit of aftercare.

Masterlist - AO3

Enjoy ya filithy animals <3

“How ‘bout we try double penetration.” Johnny says over dinner one day. You almost choke on your carrot.

“Fitting conversation for the dinner table as ever Johnny.” Simon says shaking his head as he forks more food in his mouth. You chuckle as Johnny winks at you. 

“I’m serious though, if you want to of course?” He says tipping his head to the side looking at you. You look over at Simon who sips on his glass of wine.

“I don’t know maybe. It seems complicated.” You feel yourself blushing as reach for your wine glass.

“I’ve been doing some research and I think I've got it figured out.” Johnny say smiling and putting another fork of food in his mouth. 

“Watched an instructional video did you?” Simon asks raising an eyebrow.

“Many, and I think I've cracked it.” He says pointing his fork at Simon

“It would be easy, Si you can take the front I'll take the back. You wouldn't even have to do anything love, just sit there and take it.” Johnny explains bluntly. You think about it, it did sound interesting. Something you thought would come up eventually anyway given the situation of the relationship. You didn't expect it to be over Sunday dinner though. Maybe that’s why Johnny went to so much effort, to ease the blow of bringing it up.

“Okay, we could try. I have Tuesday off next week. How about then?” You look round the table. You feel like you could see a smile forming on Simon's lips. Maybe he was more up for it then he seemed to be.

“Its a date.” Johnny says raising his glass

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When Tuesday rolls around you’re strangely nervous. You don’t want to be a disappointment, but if Johnny meant what he said that you would basically just have to hold onto Simon and they would do the rest. This is definitely the most adventurous thing you’d done with them so far. Also the thing that’s required the most ‘prep’ work.  

“You sure you’re okay with this?” Simon asks you quietly as you come out the bathroom.

“Yeah, are you?” You ask trying to hide the nervousness in your voice. 

“Yeah, just remember if you want to stop just say. You know how enthusiastic Johnny can get.” Simon says. You smile nodding and he wraps his arm round your shoulder as you walk with him into the bedroom. Johnny is stood in just his boxers patting down the sheets on the bed. This is the first time you’ve planned for sex. Most of the time its just spontaneous. 

“Okay Simon sit on the end of the bed.” Johnny says. 

“What no foreplay?” Simon asks pulling his shirt off. 

“Oh, they’ll be foreplay. I just need to see how this works.” Johnny says as Simon sits down on the end of the bed. You go over to him as Johnny instructs you to sit on his knees facing Simon. You follow the instructions Simon’s hands wrap round your back and he holds you in place. Its not the most comfortable position with Simon’s large thighs. He scoots back on the bed a bit and you straddle over his waist smiling at him as you feel his cock twitch between the layers of fabric.

Johnny comes up behind you standing between Simon’s legs his hands squeeze your ass. You hear Johnny hum as you look down at Simon laid back propped up on his elbows. You start grinding up against him, feeling his cock grow in his pants. You lean down to kiss him as Johnny runs his hands up your back under your shirt. You sit up letting Johnny take it off over your head and fling it to the side. Simon’s face lights up as your breasts fall free and you move off him so he can take his trousers off. You’re kneeling on the bed as Johnny strips his boxers off.  

“Why don’t you sit on his face?” Johnny asks. You look down at Simon who nods. Guess you’re trying two new things tonight. You pull your underwear off and straddling over Simon’s face. His hands reach up and grab your ass you look down as him smiling as you let him lower your body onto his mouth. His tongue licks from your entrance to your clit, you let out a moan reaching forward for something to grab. You don’t find anything instead digging your nails into your thighs. It feels weird, this new position. Simon’s strong his arms holding your legs securely in place. You move one of your hands to your breasts cupping one and squeezing the nipple, it sends waves of pleasure down to your already aching pussy.

You hear Johnny behind you, the guttural sounds coming from his throat as he pleasures Simon. It’s hot, the noises he’s making sending vibrations through your body, not helped by the fact Simon keeps moaning making your clit spasm with each suck. You wish you could turn and see, you stop trying to grind on Simon’s face as you moan feeling yourself getting closer to the edge. Your nails are dug deep in your legs as you tip your head back, thighs accidentally squeezing Simon’s head as you cum. You feel him groan under you as you loosen your legs hearing Johnny chuckle behind you. You’re still panting when you flop your body to the side hearing Simon suck in gasps of air. 

“Sorry.” You say between breaths. Simon smiles looking over at you laying next to him, the pulsating between your legs is fading but the ache is still there. You scoot yourself down the bed and roll over so you’re face to face with Simon, who’s propped himself back up on his elbows. You both look down at Johnny who has a smirk on his face, knelt between Simon’s legs watching you both with his hands still working Simon’s shaft. You give Simon a quick kiss then you sit up swinging your legs over his stomach.

You feel Johnny grip your waist pulling you down to meet Simon’s pelvis. You reach behind you feeling for his cock. Your thumb circles around the familiar tip, your hand thrusts down, already so wet with a mix of Johnny’s saliva and Simon’s precum. You kneel up and over him guiding the tip to your entrance. You look down at him he’s still up on his elbows as you ease yourself down on him. You watch his expression change as his eyes roll back and he lets his body flop down. You move up and down on him feeling Johnny come behind you, hands wrapping round to your breasts, squeezing your nipples. It makes you moan Johnny’s name and Simon’s hands find your thighs.

“Feel good?” Johnny asks breathing down your neck. You hum in response as he starts kissing your neck, tongue dancing over the sensitive spots. You don’t need anything else you don’t even need to play with your clit you could just ride Simon and let Johnny play with you until you cum. You said you would try this though and honestly how hard can it be.

Johnny gently angles your body forward a bit and Simon looks up feeling your change in pace. Your body now arched forward slightly means Simon’s cock is hitting a new spot that's making clench down on him, he can feel it too becoming more vocal his hands squeezing your thighs. Simon’s beautiful moans are making it harder to concentrate. You get distracted by the sound of a drawer opening behind you, and what sounds like a cap of something. 

“Lube,” Johnny says as he sees you trying to turn. You feel one of his hands on the bottom of your back as you hear the other rubbing lube over his cock. You stop bouncing when you feel Johnny’s hand run between your ass cheeks. You clench again you don’t mean to. Simon sits up one of his hands coming round your back. You don’t know how he can be comfortable but he presses his lips to yours as his tongue works in your mouth Johnny’s fingers press up against your hole. It feels strange but you're too distracted as you moan in Simon’s mouth. 

“So soft.” Johnny breaths his other hand running up your back. You pull away from Simon as you feel Johnny’s finger on your ass replaced with the tip of his cock. 

“You ready?” Johnny asks you look at Simon and feel him twitch inside you. You realise he's been doing all the work grinding his hips into you. 

“Yeah,” you reply. Your arms wrapping round Simon’s neck. Johnny presses his back up against you as he slowly pushes into you. You gasp, it feels like all the air is sucked out your lungs. Johnny pauses as you clench round them both. 

“Fuck love,” Simon says breathing into your neck. 

“Christ, you feel amazing.” Johnny says pushing in a little further. You let out a moan feeling shivers run up your body. Your hips start buck against Simon feeling his cock pulse against your dripping walls. You can feel yourself slipping round his hips. Johnny pushes up inside you with one last thrust. It feels good, you feel full like you’re almost too tight being able to feel each movement from them.

Johnny was right as soon as him and Simon got comfortable all you really has to do was sit there. It took a few seconds to get used to it but before you knew it you were a painting mess your head slumped in Simon’s neck. One of Johnny’s hands ran up your hair lightly gripping it as his fingers massaged your scalp. You feel each thrust they’re making as your bodies all become a hot sweaty mess.

Sometimes their thrusts are in sync and its like fucking fireworks as moan out. They’re getting faster and you’re being bounced around more. Hearing Simon and Johnny moaning while their both inside you is amazing, its almost too much you’re starting to feel overstimulated. You know Simon is close by his painting and tight grip on you. 

“Johnny..” you breath as you tip your head back. He turns his face to kiss your cheek. You try to move your head as you do his lips meet yours. Its hot and sloppy your lips trying to stay together while you’re bring moved around. You’re not going to last much longer. Johnny seems to be able to tell as he increases his speed as Simon struggles to match him. Now Johnny is almost picking you up in his arms and bouncing you on them both.  

“Christ, Johnny..” is the only warning you get from Simon before he cums, its a few thrusts later you feel yourself cuming too, the feeling of Simon’s cock throbbing inside you pushing you over the edge. You call Simon’s name as you cum feeling Johnny resting you down on him while he continues to fuck you from behind. Simon flops down on the bed. His hands still gripping your thighs, you watch his chest rising and falling as he takes deep breaths.  

“Did so fucking well taking us both.” Johnny says he's almost feral pushing down on your lower back bending you forward. You feel Simon’s spent cock slip out of you and he moans. Its a completely new feeling now having just Johnny inside you, you feel almost empty. You moan at the praise as your clit starts rocking against Simon’s half hard twitching member. He’s almost shaking from overstimulation maybe you should get off him. But it feels too good you’re still so sensitive if this keeps up you’re going to cum again.

You plant your hands on Simon’s chest, you can feel his heart racing as you try not to dig your nails into him. It just feels too good and you bend over completely your head resting on his chest. Simon’s arms rub round your back. You hear Johnny grunting behind you as you angle your hips to chase the pleasure building inside you. You’re incoherently moaning and calling names as Simon’s hands brush over you. You listen to Johnny’s moans, and praises telling you how good you’ve been.

The orgasm takes you by surprise you squeeze your eyes closed moaning into Simon’s chest. Johnny cums too as you’re clenched around him so tight he has to almost fight to keep inside you. You’re panting wet mess on Simon’s chest, Johnny bent over your back, you can feel his chest pressed up against you his heart racing. You both just lay there on top of Simon, Johnny feeling like a warm weighted blanket. 

“Move Johnny,” Simon says after a few seconds slapping Johnny’s thigh.

“In a second Si,” Johnny replies between breaths. You chuckle which makes him move you let out a yelp as he pulls out of you, your whole body tingling with overstimulation. Johnny slaps your ass which makes you jump and you go to sit up but Simon keeps his arms around you keeping you in place. 

“I’m going for a shower, there’s room for more.” Johnny says, you know he’s winking at Simon you can almost hear it. A shower does sound nice, you let out a long breath and Simon loosens his arms so you can sit up. You almost slip off him your thighs coated in your slick and cum.

You move to get off the bed Simon stands behind you. Your legs are wobbly as you both make your way to the bathroom. They have a big shower, maybe that was on purpose it means it’s perfectly comfortable for all three of you. You enjoy being pressed against their bodies as you wash each other. It’s a different kind of pleasure, feeling their hands run over you almost fighting each other for touch over your sensitive spots.

You let the steam make you sleepy your body always pressed against one of their chests, with the warm water splashing on your back you could nap right there. When you exit the shower your body feels heavy and you almost slip on the tiles. Someone grab's your arms pulling up up. It’s Simon he throws a towel over you and scoops you up in his arms. 

“Bedroom or sofa?” He asks.

“Bedroom.” You yawn. He puts you down and you dry yourself off as you pull on some underwear and a shirt. You crawl into bed as Simon grabs some clothes for him and Johnny.

“Don’t let me sleep too long, I have work tomorrow.” You say as your head hits the pillow. Simon chuckles.

“Okay, we’ll wake you up for dinner.” He says as he steps out the door. 

“I love you Simon.” You call. 

“I love you too.” He replies as he closes the door.  

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I really don't know how I feel about this but I tried. XD

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Could you do these prompts, with Lady Lesso and y/n. However you want to do it I don't mind

Heyyy @principal-weems09 !! I wrote all three for you, with a song on the side 🤭 Thanks for the request, babes! Hope you Enjoy 💋

Careful What You Wish For ~Lady Lesso xFem Professor!Reader

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#27. “If you hate me so much, why do you moan my name in the shower?!”

#40. “Right here? Really?…”

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, little angst, little fluff, little smut, strap-fucking, kissing, confession of feelings, praise kink, mommy kink, overstimulation, etc.

Enjoy (;

You’d categorize your relationship between you and Lesso as, well, complicated…

You were a new teacher at the school, and you were the first Never and Ever teacher. You taught English and History, having a classroom in the library. Adjustments had been going well. You had good connections with your colleagues, especially Emma and Clarissa.

Of course, nothing was perfect. The chunk in your armor was Leonora Lesso. She confused the hell out of you. She was snarky and a bitch. But she was like that to everyone…?

With the new joining of the two schools, Lesso seemed to have extra hatred for you, specifically. And the age gap, different level of experience, and power dynamic did not help. Hell, she was twice your age (if not more), had been teaching for decades, and co-dean of the entire school.

Deep down you also knew that something else was going on with you in regards to the one and only dean of evil. Even with her snarky taunts and wicked comments, you still got butterflies whenever you spoke to the woman. Followed by aching in your heart as you remembered the woman practically hates you.

~~~

You entered the new, Never & Ever teachers lounge with a sigh. It was your off period for the day and you were hoping to get some grading done on a literature essay you’d assigned to your students. But as you went to go sit down at one of the tables, you noticed Emma and Clarissa whispering by the couches.

Clarissa caught your gaze and immediately tapped Emma, and they both turned around, quietly beconning you to come join them in a hushed tone. You put your things down and went over to them.

“What…?” You asked.

They both shushed you and Clarissa quickly patted the chair next to her and across from Emma for you to sit.

“What is it…??” You whispered.

The women exchanged glances before pulling in even closer to the circle.

“Not to gossip—” Clarissa began in a hushed tone, but was interrupted by Emma’s hand dramatically tapped Clarissa’s thigh and a stern ‘oh really…?!’ look.

Clarissa stuck her tongue out playfully before continuing, “Anyways… Last night I was getting ready for my nightly bathing ritual, and now with the Never/Ever shared bathrooms… I ran into Leo.”

Clarissa called Lesso ‘Leo’, and Emma called her ‘Leonora’ but you never dared call her anything rather than ‘Professor’ or ‘Lesso’…

“Well not really…” Clarissa continued in her hushed tone, “I didn’t see her… I… I heard her…”

“What…?” You whispered, “What do you mean…?”

Emma smirked at your slight ignorance and her eyes flickered looked down to hide her reaction.

“I heard her moaning, Y/N…” Clarissa whispered.

Your eyes widened.

“You heard her moaning…?”

It hasn’t clicked for you yet…

“Yes. But Y/N… I heard her moaning, Y/N…”

“Oh—OhhHhh…” you stuttered, your face turning red.

Suddenly you felt Emma’s hand embrace yours.

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell anyone…” she whispered, “for either of your sakes… It’s up to you what you do with that knowledge…”

You gulped.

~~~

You had decided to do nothing about that knowledge but overthink it. The weekend had come around at a decent pace, and you were spending your Friday evening still grading those essays…

Maybe giving each and every one of your students an essay assignment was not your best idea… you thought to yourself, cringing a bit on the inside with the amount of work your gave yourself.

You took a deep breath, going to pour yourself some more tea. As you sat back down, you heard a sudden rap! of Lesso’s signature cane on your door. It startled you slightly and your cheeks flushed red, the comment from earlier rushing back into your mind.

“I… Uhh—Come in…!” You chocked out.

The door swung open as the red head entered your classroom with a strut and a slam of the door.

“Oh…—! Professor…! What… What can I help you with…?” You stuttered, your face deepening in its shades of red by the second, your eyes looking anywhere but her gaze.

“What we’re you thinking?!” Lesso snarled.

You gulped and shivers ran down your spine.

“I… What…?” You stuttered, completely frozen.

“You let one of my Never students off the hook for the detentions I assigned?!!” She jeered.

Your breath hitched and your eyes widened as the woman stalked towards you. Your lip started to quiver slightly.

“You imbecile. stupid. idiotic girl…” Lesso sneered, “You do that again and you’ll deeply regret it…”

“She… She didn’t… deserve it…” you stuttered.

Lesso was now inches apart from you, and towering above you as you trembled in your chair.

“Pathetic.” Lesso snarled, “Don’t. Do. It. Again.”

Your breathing was completely uneven and you couldn’t help the tear that escaped your eye. At this, Lesso placed her hands on either side of the chair, getting in your face.

“Right here? Really? You gonna cry like a baby…??” She sneered.

Another tear escaped your eyes and then another.

“Stop, please stop…” you chocked out, pushing the red head away.

The red head huffed in annoyance and rolled her eyes. It made your blood boil.

“I hate you…” she muttered.

“Do you, now??” You choked out, annoyed now yourself.

“Yes.” She gritted out, “You’re incompetent, useless, and diffic—”

“If you hate me so much, why do you moan my name in the shower?!” You blurted out, interrupting the red head.

At your words, a myriad of emotions washed over Lesso’s face. Then before you could say another thing, her lips crashed into yours. You whimpered into the kiss, as the red head pulled you up from your chair and onto your desk. The red head was eager to ravage your lips but you pulled away slightly. At the sign of your hesitation, Lesso immediately began searching your face concerningly.

“I… I don’t understand…” you stuttered, your eyes looking away from Lesso’s gaze.

Lesso looked down in shame.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” she spoke softly, “I didn’t mean all those things I said…”

You said nothing.

“I… I like you…” she continued, “And don’t know how to express it…”

You looked back up at her, to see her eyes full of vulnerable sadness and concern. She tried to pull you closer, but you jerked back slightly.

“Why didn’t you just say that…? Why were you so mean…?” You whispered, another year rolling down your cheeks.

“I guess I’m the cliche of ‘picking on a girl because I like her’…” Lesso chuckled lightly.

This made you giggle slightly. Lesso face lit up at your sounds.

“Maybe ask me out on a date, first…?” You chuckled.

~~~

It had been a few days since Lesso had asked you out, and you guys had gone to dinner. It had gone pretty well, all things considered. But only a few days later, as you sat in your chair, grading once more, the red head barged into your classroom for the second time. She startled you, coming up to, and so you stood up.

“What, what is it…?” You asked concerned.

The red heads pupils were blown out of proportion as she came up flush against you, meeting your gaze.

“I… I want you…” Lesso lustfully panted.

Your breath hitched at her words.

“But I want it to be on your terms… please…” Lesso pled.

You cupped the back of Lesso’s neck with your hand and gently pulled her lips forward and onto yours. This kiss was a lot more gentle than the last. Lesso was still the obvious dominant one, but she led this kiss with less vigor and more care.

“Is this okay…?” She murmered into your lips, as she guided her own hands to your hips.

You nodded breathlessly, throwing your arms around the red heads shoulders and jumping into her arms, your legs wrapping around her waist.

“More than okay…” you muttered, crashing your lips against hers once more.

Lesso moaned into your mouth at your eagerness, as she carried you out of your classroom.

Thank goodness it was late and no one was out in the corridors…

“Your place or mine…?” She murmured into the kiss.

“Yours is closer…” you muttered into her lips.

With that, Lesso moaned into your lips in agreement as she carried you to your private quarters.

~~~

Damn, this woman had resolve…

And you weren’t one to complain… She was always checking in with you, and you were to use the safe word if you were uncomfortable. But she hadn’t done anything to cause you to even consider stopping her…

~~~

“Fuck fuck fuck—!!” You cried out, as Lesso was pounding into you with her favorite strap.

“That’s it, Baby… Lemme hear your screams…” Lesso encouraged.

Lesso then hit a particular spongey spot inside you, causing you to keel over, spiraling the edge once again.

“Fuck… Mommy!” You screamed, reaching your upteenth climax of the night.

At this, Lesso froze for a minute.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?” You stuttered out.

“Don’t apologize, Baby…” Lesso purred, as she started thrusting into you again helping you ride out your orgasm.

You whimpered at this.

~~~

Pretty soon, Lesso brought you to yet another impending high.

“Leo M’mmm gonna cum…!!” You moaned out desperately.

“What’s my name, baby…?” Lesso wickedly purred in your ear.

“Leo—!!” You cried out.

Lesso tutted you, shaking her head.

“Try again…” she warily purred.

“Mommy please—!!!”

“That’s a good girl…” the red head purred.

~~~

Lady Leonora Lesso Masterlist

[seita]

in-game | kenma kozume (m.)

pairing: kenma/reader genre: angst, fluff, smut wordcount: 𝟸𝟼𝟶𝟸 tags: established relationship, gamer!kenma cw: neglectful behavior, crying, hurt/comfort, cuddling, riding, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, dom!kenma.

+ note: self indulgent bc im a hurt/comfort whore and i was going thru some KENMA FEELINGS when i wrote this.

˖˖ summary: kenma’s been awfully neglectful lately, preoccupied with his video games. you eventually get fed up and he has to comfort you and fix the hurt he caused you.

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Your lovely boyfriend had been playing video games nonstop for days. It had gotten to the point that even your personal time together, curled up in bed before sleeping, had been infringed upon. Instead of him coming to bed with you to cuddle and talk, he was staying up and coming to bed after you fell asleep. You’d wake up to him already sitting in front of his computer or the TV resuming his gameplay when you woke up.

You got it was his job and he loved to play with every fiber of his being but you couldn’t help but feel...neglected. You tried to ignore the aching feeling in the pit of your chest when you greeted him good morning and only sometimes received a grunt in response. 

It was weighing heavily on you and you were saddened that he didn’t even notice your downed state. He also didn’t seem to miss your presence when you began to hide in different rooms away from him. 

It all came to a head one evening when you found yourself craving him. Craving like having his touch on your body, making you feel good and loved like you knew he did so well. Kenma didn’t have the biggest sex drive around and as a result it sort of caused your own to dim as well. But when either of you had the urge you usually had no problems going to the other to have it sorted. 

This time, however, you found yourself hesitating. 

There was no way he’d choose you over that video game right now.

So with a heavy heart you laid back in bed and slid your hand down your panties, shuddering when you felt your wet folds beneath your fingertips. 

You could hear Kenma’s video game through the thin walls of your shared apartment. It was distracting, knowing he was out there so close yet so far. It had been a long time since you had to get yourself off; you never needed to when you had the sweetest boyfriend ever living with you. 

After touching yourself for what felt like ages, you realized you were nowhere near orgasm and promptly gave up. The frustrations of being stuck horny mixed with your hurt over being neglected by your boyfriend finally bubbled over and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. You rolled over, stuffing your face into his pillow as you cried. It muffled your whimpers and wails, not that your boyfriend would notice anyway. 

Suddenly, you sat up and sniffled a bit. Something dawned on you as you sat there, listening to your boyfriend’s video game blast explosions through the walls. 

There was no reason for you to be made to feel like this. You had to step up and talk to him. Communication was always the most important thing in your relationship with Kenma. He was a quiet, introverted guy who kept 99% to himself. When you first started dating back in high school, you both made it completely clear that you needed to talk to  each other. 

Yet there you were, ignoring that rule you’d made with him. 

You crawled out of bed and wiped your eyes with the back of your hand as you stumbled out of the bedroom. 

Kenma was sitting on the couch, feet propped up on the wooden coffee table as he slouched back. His hair was in a messy bun, a bored expression on his face as he slammed his thumbs against the controller buttons. 

“Kenma,” you said, pausing in the doorway to the living room. 

He didn’t reply, making you huff and try again. You called his name louder, stepping into the room. Finally, he tore his eyes from the screen to cast a glance at you before immediately looking back to the screen. However, it only lasted a second before his head was jerking to look back at you with wide eyes. 

He sat up straighter, hitting pause on his game as he frowned up at you, “Have you been crying?”

You sigh and nod, stepping closer to him, fidgeting nervously with the hem of your shirt.

“Why?” he asked, the sincerity in his voice making your eyes tear up again.

Your bottom lip trembled as all the feelings you’ve been holding back flooded forth; “I just...really miss you lately, Kenma. You’ve been so...busy and I...just feel like you’ve forgotten me.”

His gaze softened as your words sunk in. He uttered your name, soft and sympathetic before reaching his hand out for you. You quickly slipped your fingers into his palm, letting him tug you into his lap. His arms wrapped around you, one hand cupping the back of your head as he pulled your face into his shoulder. You felt the tears you’d been holding back come forth as you heard him whisper soft apologies in your ear.

You didn’t say anything more, feeling yourself begin to doze, nestled in his lap as he rubbed his hand down your back. You sighed happily snuggling into him. The music to his game played in the background and you found yourself speaking; “you can play again.”

“A-Are you sure?” he asked, skeptical though he knew you were bound to doze off.

You nodded and closed your eyes, relaxing against him. You felt him shift as he grabbed the controller once more, settling back into the couch cushions before resuming his game. You quickly fell asleep to the feeling of the occasional kiss against your temple from him. 

When you woke up, it was from being gently jostled. Kenma quickly noticed you had awoken and he frowned, reaching over to tuck some hair behind your ear.

“Sorry…” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s okay,” you reply, sitting up, “How long was I out?”

He shook his head, “Like an hour or so.”

You rolled over and got out of bed, making Kenma frown before you disappeared into the bathroom. He went back to the living room to resume his game, sitting on the couch with his controller in his lap. When you came back from going pee, you paused to take a look at him. 

His bun was loose, hair falling prettily around his face. He had changed into a loose t-shirt that was too big so it fell off his shoulder, revealing his collarbones and an expanse of unmarked, pale skin. He wore a pair of soft sweatpants that he owned several colors of; they were his favorites. 

He looked up at you when you came in, patting his lap before holding his hand out for you.

“You’re tired, why don’t you go to sleep?” he asked, thumbing beneath your eyes, which were still a bit red from crying earlier.

“Wanna be with you,” you whisper, leaning forward to rest your head against his shoulder. 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers resting his hand on your back before pressing a kiss to your head, “Take all the time you need.”

You smile, relishing in having his attention, even as you heard the game play on in the background. He occasionally pressed a kiss against you. 

Suddenly, the arousal you had been feeling came back to the forefront of your mind and you found yourself squirming in his lap. He grunted, brows coming together.

“Settle down, baby,” he mumbled, kissing your shoulder, eyes glued to the TV.

“Kenma…” you whimper, leaning back a bit, making sure to stay out of his way of the TV, “Can I…” he hummed, glancing at you for a second before looking back at the TV, “I really wanna ride you.”

He shuddered, nodding his head, “Go ahead, baby. Get me hard.”

You grin gleefully, and reach down to palm him, finding he’s already rapidly growing harder. Tugging at the elastic band of his sweats, he shifts a bit so you can pull his cock free, tucking the band beneath his balls. He sighs at the feeling of your hand wrapping around him to give his length a few squeezes. 

You pucker your lips and spit down on the head, using it to slick up his shaft to aid in your movements. Before long, hot puffs were coming from his lips and he was at full hardness. 

You sat up and yanked your panties down before tugging your shirt over your head. Completely, naked, Kenma sat back to admire your body with a low curse. 

Reaching beneath you, you gripped his cock to line him up at your entrance.

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby,” he whispered, glancing up at your through messy bangs, “Run and get the lube.”

“D-Don’t need it,” you whine, running the head between your folds. 

He hisses but hits pause, gripping your hip to stop you from sinking down with a pointed look, “Go get the lube, now.”

You pout but do as you’re told, crawling off his lap to rush to the bedroom. The bottle sits inside the bedside table on his side and you grab it quickly. 

When you return to the living room, he’s sitting as you left him, cock resting against his t-shirt, leaving a wet spot from where it steadily drools precum. 

“Here,” you grunt, crawling back into his lap, “I really don’t need it.”

“Why do you say that?” he asks, putting his controller down to take the bottle from your hands.

You watch, mouth open as he pours some into the palm of his hand. His hands were always so pretty; lithe fingers and prominent veins. He wraps his fist around his length and coats the smooth skin in the liquid. Using what was left on his fingers, he slides two fingers into your cunt. You grunt and grip his shoulders as he scissors his digits.

“You are wet,” he hummed, crooking his fingers to find your g-spot easily.

“T-Told you,” you pant, “I’ve been...wet for hours…”

“Why didn’t you just come and ask me?” he mumbled, frowning as he focuses on your fingers swallowing his fingers before he slowly adds a third.

“D-Didn’t think...oh, that you’d care,” you confess.

He shakes his head and pulls his fingers free, wiping them clean on his sweats before grabbing his controller.

“Don’t be stupid,” he mumbled, but you can hear the hurt in his voice at your words, “I’m always here, even if it doesn’t seem like I don’t because I’m being an ass.”

“Can I ride you now?” you ask, kissing your forehead.

“Take what you need, baby, I’m all yours,” his breathing stutters as you line him up with your entrance and begin sinking down, “That’s it...it’s all for you, make yourself feel good.”

You let out a slow breath as you sink down, taking his cock into your dripping walls. The stretch burns just a bit but it only feels pleasurable. Kenma sighs, biting his lip as his grip on the controller tightens as you squeeze him so perfectly. 

You do your best not to jostle him too much as you ride him, grinding against him so stimulate your clit. After being unable to cum earlier, you feel yourself getting closer to your first orgasm. Your movements stutter and you press your cheek to his shoulder, panting and whining as you work yourself over the edge.

“That’s it, use my cock, baby,” Kenma pants, throbbing within your spasming walls, “Cum for me.”

And you do. It’s a calm, slowly cresending orgasm that fades almost as quickly as it arrived. But still, it left you trembling in his lap. Taking a breather, you sit quietly with your eyes closed, his cock still buried inside you while you waited for the oversensitivity to pass. 

He let you, kissing your cheek and head as you came down, patiently waiting for you to do as you needed -- just as he promised. He was there for you right now, even though his eyes were on his game, his mind was concentrated on you and your sweet cunt wrapped around him. 

Before long, you were moving again, but this time you began bouncing. 

He groaned, leaning back as you expertly worked your hips so the tip prodded every sweet spot in your walls. You were dripping down his length, making a mess of his sweats but he truly couldn’t care less in that moment. He cursed under his breath, accidentally pressing a wrong button on his controller. 

“I’m cumming again!” you squeal, nails biting into his shoulders as you toss your head back and shudder, soaking his length in your cum. He hisses, hitting pause and tossing the controller to the other end of the couch. He grabs your hips and plants his feel on the floor, jackhammering his hips up while holding you stationary, “K-Kenma!”

“Cum again,” he groans, his own eyes rolling back. 

“F-Fuck!” you toss your arms around his shoulders and hug him tight as you cum again. Perhaps you never even came down from your second one. Regardless, you’re hurled into a third -- this one messier than before. 

You squirt, soaking his shirt and abdomen, “Good fucking girl, good girl.”

“Th-Thought you’d let me take what I need…” you pant, trembling as he moves your hips under his strong grip, working you through the aftershocks. 

He huffs out a laugh, head resting against the back of the couch, “Why let you take when I can give?”

You moan, head falling back when you ride him once more. Your body trembles in overstimulation but you just can’t get enough. He cups your breasts, pinching your nipples between his fingers as he stares up at you as if you were a goddess. Hell, to him, you were one. 

“I love you so much,” he confesses, gaze soft.

You meet his eyes and feel an overwhelming sense of love overcoming you. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his and pull him in for a deep, sweet kiss. 

He reciprocates naturally, cupping the back of your head.

“I love you more,” you reply, resting your forehead against his, “I love you more than anything, Kenma.”

“Shh, baby,” he coos, hearing the raw emotion bleeding into your voice, “I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

You whimper, burying your face in his neck as you resume riding him. He holds you close, caressing your skin and whispering words of encouragement as you crest once again. This time, you take him with you. 

He spills into you, a heavy groan in your ear as he pumps his hot load into your spasming cunt. You both relax, your body trembling as tears trickle down your cheeks and you sniffle. He pulls you back so he can look at your face. He cups your cheeks and presses a kiss to your nose.

“I’m sorry, _____,” he whispers sincerely, “I never meant to make you feel like I didn’t care about you.”

“It’s okay now,” you whimper, snuggling into him, neither of you caring about his cum dripping from you cunt. His cock is soft now, but still sheathed within you and you have no plans of separating.

He reaches over to grab his controller again, feeling you sag against him as you begin to doze off. His thumbs work over the buttons and he relishes in the feeling of having you close, wondering how he had missed it for so long without realizing. 

The sight of you crying because you felt neglected still rang in his mind and he made a mental promise to the two of you that he would never make that mistake again -- no matter how into his games he became. 

[divinerulerluvr]

Pretty Girl

You and Detective Colin Zabel are on an undercover mission when you guys get a little more than friendly.

Request - maybe they’re at a bar undercover and then they have to kiss/make out to sell their characters and then they got horny so they do it in the bathroom or at the car or anywhere but all the while still being undercover ;)

Pairing - Colin Zabel x fem!reader

Words - 2.4k (to make up for a lack of words on recent writing)

Warnings - smut, drinking, bathroom sex, murder mention, gun and knife mention, light language

A/N - I tried to mix some fluff into here but there is a plot to this so it isn't just porn but porn with a plot. Anyway, enjoy :) Ps this is not really proof read either.

- - -

The bar was loud with chatter as you and Colin walked in. You were both dressed in fancy nightclothes to make it seem like you two were on a date of some type.

You guys were undercover by instruction from Mare to act as a couple on a date in this bar to not blow your cover when in reality, you two were eavesdropping on one of the suspicious bartenders working.

Sitting down at the bar, Colin orders two shots of Jameson whiskey to seem “normal” as he put it. He hands one to you, his eyes lingering on you as you down the shot in hopes to make this night go easier. Pretending to be dating your coworker would be quite the task.

He takes his own shot, his tongue running over his lips as he sets the small glass down. “How do you wanna do this, big shot?” you ask him, the nickname playing off of the fact he was considered the best detective around. Having solved a few cold cases.

Colin chuckles, his eyes falling down onto the countertop of the bar. “We just gotta… openly flirt. Somethin’ like that,” he shrugs.

You smile, scratching your eyebrow as you consider it. “You do look very pretty tonight,” he compliments, his voice raised just a bit from his previous soft tone. You chuckle, shaking your head. “God,” you mutter to yourself.

“What?” he says, an endearing smile on his lips. “It's just, you- my coworker- saying I look pretty on a fake date is oddly comedic to me,” you say, making sure you say it quiet enough so nobody but Colin could hear.

“Well, get used to it,” he replies, making you feel oddly embarrassed. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see the suspicious bartender walking in view, standing behind the bar only a few spots down from you and Colin.

“Touch me,” you whisper to Colin. His eyes snap over to you, a look of shock on his face. “My hand or something,” you clarify.

He nods, grabbing your hand in his to try and better convey that he was your boyfriend. “Act tipsy,” you tell him right before you wave down the bartender who you were here to spy on. “Hey, hey. Hi,” you say to the man as he walks over to you.

You put on a dazed smile to play the tipsy role better. “Two, um… two…” you turn to Colin to let him finish your sentence to make it seem like you were relying on him.

“Two shots of Grey Goose vodka,” Colin finishes, choosing a different and stronger alcohol than before. Both you and Colin knew this bartender guy-- whose name was Gabriel-- was suspected of the murder of a drunk girl from this very bar.

If you pretended to be drunk, maybe you’d be appealing enough to him to catch him and get enough proof to put him in jail. Where he should go.

The bartender’s eyes stay on just yours as he nods, completely ignoring how Colin was the one who said the type of alcohol they wanted. Gabriel goes and grabs the vodka, soon returning and pouring two shots.

He walks away, and you wink at Colin before clinking your shot to his, tilting your head back as you swallow the fiery alcohol.

“I thought you wanted us to say sober and yet you order vodka,” you comment, setting the empty shot glass down as he drinks his shot. He smiles but presses his lips together to hide it, the small detail making you smile in turn.

“It’s good vodka,” he says simply.

“It is good vodka,” you agree.

The two of you talk quietly, keeping an eye out for Gabriel as he works. You notice a drunk girl on the other end of the bar that he was eyeing as well.

You and Colin were just a bit tipsy, but still able to think clearly. You start laughing randomly as Colin talks, causing him to stop and stare at you with a confused smile. “What’s so funny?” he asks.

“N-Nothing,” you say, calming yourself down from your laughing. Your hand rests on his knee, your hair falling in front of your face. “You just, you don’t pronounce your ‘G’s when you speak,” you finish.

He grins widely, the fact that you found the way he spoke so amusing making him smile. “You don’t say your ‘T’s when you speak,” he replies playfully.

You laugh, suddenly very aware of your hand placement. You weren’t sure if you should awkwardly pull your hand away or keep it there. Colin didn’t seem to mind, but you went for the latter and made it seem like you were just going to scratch your face.

“You think it looks like we’re dating?” he asks you.

Taking a second to think, your eyes fall back onto his as a probably not so good idea pops into your head. “We could kiss,” you suggest.

His eyes widen, a soft blush spreading over his cheeks at your words. You both were too tipsy to notice how bad this could end. So instead, he just leans in and kisses you gently. You kiss back, shocked he actually agreed to your idea.

He pulled away all too soon, making you whimper and try to kiss him again. He leans back from you, a smile on his lips as he sees your desperation. “Bad idea,” he says.

You whine, resting your elbows on the bar and resting your forehead on your palms. “God. I’m sorry. I just… I just wanted to know what it’d be like to kiss you,” you admit honestly, your filter gone.

Colin places his hand on your thigh, his eyes burning into your skin. “Look at me,” he says. You nervously pull your face from your hands, your eyes meeting his. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t even need to. Instead, you both got the memo and leaned in.

Your lips met once again, this time the kiss was more feverish and needy. His hand stays on your thigh and you place your own hand on his thigh, your fingertips just inches from his crotch.

He pulls from your lips, a smile on his face that made you smile as well. “You wanna do this?” he asks. You nod eagerly, your lower lip taken between your teeth. He stands from his stool and makes a gesture with his head for you to follow him.

You gladly do, following Colin into the bathroom. He closes the door behind you, locking it quickly before kissing you again. He pushes you against the door, the alcohol making him more dominant than usual.

His hand slide down your body, his thumb grazing over your clothed clit. You moan into his lips, your own hand finding the bulge in his pants and palming him.

It doesn’t take long for him to move you, bringing you over to the sink where he bends you over the cold acrylic. You shiver as he bunches your dress around your waist, revealing the purple underwear you have on to him.

You hear him hum in satisfaction, looking at his reaction in the mirror you were in front of. He runs his hand up the back of your thigh, sliding his fingers under your underwear and pulling them down so they fall to around your ankles.

Your heart beats loudly in your ears as he squeezes your ass, his eyes focused on your wet pussy. “God, Y/n,” he comments, running his finger through your soaked folds.

Biting your lip, your hands grip the sides of the sink as he unzips his pants, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. Colin runs the tip of his dick through your pussy, gathering your wetness before he pushes into you.

Your knuckles turn white as you grab onto the sink, your mouth falling open as you adjust to his size. He bottoms out in you, his hands digging deliciously into your hips for leverage.

Along the way, you must’ve closed your eyes because he told you to open them. “Watch yourself in the mirror,” he says, to which you just nod weakly as you open your eyes and look into the mirror.

He starts thrusting into you, the feeling sending fireworks through your body. It had been a while for both him and you so it was equally pleasurable on both ends.

Your body jerks with each one of his thrusts, tears welling in your eyes from the overwhelming feeling. Colin groans from behind you, his head falling back as he thrusts evenly into you. It wasn’t necessarily rough, but it was passionate.

His one hand travels up the curve of your spine, a smile on his lips as he hears your weak and suppressed moans.

Your eyes stay on the mirror, jumping between your own reflection and his. Colin looked so pretty. His face was painted with pleasure, his eyes downcast on your ass as he fucks you. His eyes meet yours in the mirror, his hand reaching your hair and tangling in it.

You were already getting close, your prior abstinence making it hard to last very long. Your moans get few and far apart as you disappear into your pleasure, forgetting it was your coworker fucking you and forgetting you are in a public restroom and forgetting you were on an undercover mission given by Mare.

“C-Colin…” you whimper, your eyes briefly closing as you swallow thickly. Your skin prickled with heat, a sticky feeling all over your body. He smiles drunkenly, his hips snapping back and forth, the motion giving you insane pleasure.

Your head falls down, giving up on trying to keep your eyes on the mirror. Colin uses the hand in your hair and pulls your head back up to keep your eyes on your reflection.

“Come on, pretty girl. You’re so close,” he encourages, the praise sending shivers through your body. You whimper, keeping your eyes on your frazzled reflection. Your body overloads and damn near shuts down right before you orgasm.

It felt… phenomenal.

Your body shakes and your ears ring. Your vision clouds as you moan weakly. Your hips try and pull from his grip only to be pulled back. You were insanely overstimulated but he still had to cum.

You pant, repercussions of the orgasm still racking your body and mind. Last-minute, Colin pulls out and finishes on your back, his warm cum splattering your skin.

As you both come down from the high, Colin grabs some paper towels and cleans up your back, feeling bad about making a mess. You push off the sink, your knees wobbling as you pull your underwear back up from your ankles.

Colin buckles his belt before reaching and helping you fix your dress. Your eyes shyly meet his, the reality hitting you like crazy.

“I-”

“We should, um, go back out and… continue what we came here to do,” Colin interrupts you. You just nod, following him out of the bathroom. You guys walk back to the bar and sit down, a weird shame consuming the both of you.

You guys both order a beer, sipping it in silence. “We shouldn’t talk about this. Like, ever,” you say, breaking the silence. Colin turns to face you, a strange look of hurt on his face.

“Never?” he asks. You shrug, suddenly feeling bad. “I mean, we work together, Colin. And we had sex in a public bathroom on a mission,” you say, your voice just barely above a whisper. He presses his lips together, his eyes falling onto his beer.

“I don’t think it was that bad,” he comments under his breath. You hit his arm and he whines, his other hand going to hold his arm.

“Let’s just… catch this guy and call it a night. Deal?”

“Deal,” he sighs.

“I’ll act like I need help because I’m too drunk and if he has a pattern, he’ll try and kill me. You stay by with your gun ready. I don’t want to die. Not today, at least,” you instruct, standing from the bar.

Colin nods, standing up and following you from a distance as you put on a drunk stagger. “Hi, sir,” you slur as you walk up to Gabriel. You lean on the bar, your eyes barely open as you really play the “I’m too drunk and vulnerable to save myself” card.

It's a good card as a detective.

“Yes?” he asks, a look of evil on his face. “I need a c-cab home p-please. I am a little drunk,” you whisper at the end, giggling after.

He nods, walking out from behind the bar and snaking his hand grossly around your waist, his hand resting shamelessly on your ass. You briefly turn around and face Colin, motioning for him to follow.

Gabriel leads you to the back parking lot, the darkness overcoming the two of you and the only light being the yellow street lamp. Colin stands nearby, his hand on his gun as he watches closely.

You could hear Gabriel grabbing something from his pocket-- a knife, you’d assume. You had to trust Colin here. Which wasn’t hard, to be fair.

Keeping up your drunk act, you immediately feel a rush of excitement as you hear Colin’s gun cock. “One more move and I’ll blow whatever brains you got out of your damn head,” Colin says. You turn to see his gun aimed right at Gabriel, a smile on your lips.

“Drop the knife,” Colin says. “Hands on your head, and turn to face me,”

Slowly, Gabriel complies. The knife clatters to the ground and Gabriel turns around, his hands on his head. “Call it in, doll,” Colin instructs you. You nod, grabbing your phone and calling Mare as Colin cuffs Gabriel.

Mare and her police guy arrive and you get Gabriel into the car. “Hey, good job you two,” Mare says to you and Colin. She eyes the two of you for a moment, making yours and Colin’s hearts stop and your limbs freeze.

You both thought she was onto you.

“Maybe I should partner y’all more,” Mare says, letting you and Colin leave your panic zone. You nod, glancing over to Colin. “Yeah. Maybe you should,” you comment, a smile on your lips.

Mare turns to leave, leaving you and Colin alone in the dark parking lot of the bar. “So, Detective Zabel. Wanna go to my house?” you suggest.

He smiles, nodding. “I’d be glad, Detective Y/l/n,”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Ransom, vibrating panties, in a business meeting or some sort of public setting. Details are up to you. 🧸

+ ransom putting you on stockade while overstimulating you with a vibrator as a punishment for being a brat please? 👀

requested by Anonymous

Know Your Place

Warning: non-consent, vibrating panties, edging, public stimulation

Ransom sat at the table with a knowing smirk. His eyes met yours every now and then, cloying as he would reach into his jacket pocket for just a moment. The subtle action would cause you to squirm and squeeze your legs together even tighter.

Ever since Harlan had brought him on as senior editor, your work life had been turned upside down. As a junior editor, Ransom was now effectively your boss and you found it hard to hide your resent that he had gone from intern to just above yourself. And it turned out, he hadn’t failed to notice.

That morning, he called you into his office. You hid the roll of your eyes but went in. He closed the door as you sat an expected another cooked up task to put you in your place. You didn’t expect what he really had in mind. You stared speechlessly at the ridiculous bright pink panties he laid out before you. You scoffed and stood. He stopped you before you could turn away.

“I’m tired of the attitude,” He blocked you from rounding the chair. “As your superior, I cannot and will not have it.”

You chuckled and made to go the other way. He caught your arm and held you there.

“I can and will have your job if you continue like this,” He drew you back to him. “So remember your place and I won’t have to put you out of it.”

“Sir,” You said dryly.

“Put them on,” He reached back and grabbed the panties.

“You’re kidding. I’ll go down to HR right now and—”

“You think my grandfather will really fire me over you,” He snickered. “I have an email ready right now ready to send. It seems your last manuscript was riddled with mistakes you failed to catch.”

“What are you—”

“At least, he will see it as such and you know how my grandfather is about errors.” Ransom squeezed your arm. “Take your punishment like a good girl… or you can swallow a much worse pill.”

Even sitting in the meeting with the buzz between your legs, you couldn’t quite believe you’d succumbed to his little ploy. That he’d watched you slip of your own cotton panties for the bright pink contraption. You didn’t realise that they were more than just fabric until you had them in place.

He hit the button as he leaned back and didn’t look away from Harlan who was discussing his latest novel. Every editor was eagerly hoping to claim the title as their latest project. You hooked your ankle over the other and held you breath as you arousal soaked through and slicked your thighs.

You gripped your pen as you tried to hide your discomfort. As you tried to gulp down the rising swell. You glanced over at Ransom and he smiled as he smooth his lapel and you let out a careful breath. You were about to cum in a room full of people. Then your name kept you from doing just that.

You gave a startled harrumph as you glanced at the head of the table. Harlan smiled at you and you got closer to the edge of the chair.

“M-me?” You asked.

“Oh, yes, I think you’ve had your fill of harlequins,” Harlan chuckled. “You’ve impressed me and I think it's about time you get something real to sink your teeth into."

"Th-thank you," You smiled and heard the disappointed grumbles of your fellow editors.

All but Ransom who was barely bothered as he swiveled casually back and forth in his chair. The buzzing stopped and your clit was left raw and your core unsated. You struggled to hold onto your smile and thank Harlan again before he moved onto other projects.

You took another look around then glared over at Ransom. He winked and patted his pocket.

-

When the meeting ended, you stormed into Ransom’s office. He wasn’t there. You swore you’d seen him head that way as you struggled to gather your things up.

You went back to your desk and your phone vibed on top of it. You grabbed it and read the single text.

"Lunch at 12. Lobby."

You didn't reply to Ransom and headed for the bathroom. You passed Harlan's office and spied him through the glass with his grandfather. As you ducked into the toilets your phone shook again.

"Keep the panties on or I hit send."

You wondered how he would know but thought better of testing his wherewithal. So you left the bathroom and stomped to your desk. Whatever, you had an important book to start on and no room for error.

Noon came too quickly and you reluctantly headed out for your assignation. Ransom startled you as he walked up beside you and didn't stop as he expected you to follow him. You barely kept up with him as he stayed silent, only a grin on his lips.

"What's going on?" You asked as you caught the door behind him and followed him down his steps.

"As far as Harlan knows I'm on my way to meet with a prospective author and you... are working from home for the rest of the day." He strutted down the sidewalk.

"What--"

"Richie in IT likes craft beer. Especially the pricey stuff." Ransom smiled. He stopped before a sleek sportscar. "Get in. No more questions. You're starting to really annoy me."

You were quiet as you listened; confused. You sat beside him as he drove. He whistled and tapped his fingers on the ridge steering wheel. His excitement was foreboding.

He pulled up to a house manufactured for the ostentatious. You were more repulsed than impressed by the extravagance. He got out, wordless, and you could only follow.

"Can I take these damn things off?" You asked as you caught up to him. "What the fuck is going on?"

"You think you're done?" He waved you inside. "We both know you didn't cum."

"Why are you doing this?" You huffed as you walked ahead of him.

"Because I hate that sour little look you get when you look at me." He sneered. "Like you're better than me. So much better you could barely keep from moaning in front of everyone today."

"I don't--"

"I know you think it so don't try to lie. Get upstairs."

He pointed you up the floating staircase and you bit down as you made yourself listen. He followed a few steps behind and directed you down the hall.

He had you enter a room with black walls and shrouded windows. You almost laughed aloud but the click of the lock behind you stifled your voice. He was almost flush to your back as he turned back to you. The room was a dungeon; a sex dungeon. Well, it wouldn't surprise you if he'd read Fifty Shades, but it would surprise you if he'd read anything.

"Naked," He tugged at the back of your blazer. "Ah--" He raised his hand before you could talk. "Silence."

You stiffened and slowly slipped your jacket off. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of your blouse and then the zipper of your skirt. You were shivering by the time you kicked your heels off and stood above the heap of your crumpled clothing. All but the panties.

You flinched as they began to buzz. You looked to Ransom but were nearly bowled over as he seized the back of your neck. You fought with him as he dragged you across the room. He forced you over so that your neck was cradled in the open leather clothed stockade.

"I might just lock you up and send the email anyway if you don't stop."

You stilled and let him place your wrists. He closed the stockade and locked it. He pulled back and slapped your ass. He rounded you as he fished around in his pocket and pulled forth the remote. He clicked it so that the panties vibed faster. Enough to stimulate but not enough to push you over the edge. You saw the twitch in his pants and he purred.

He grabbed a chair and pulled it close as he sat and rested the remote on his knee. He tilted his head and smiled.

"So you know now, who's in charge," He said. "Right?"

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→ pairing: jeonghan x reader, wonwoo x reader, mingyu x reader, soonyoung x reader

♕ summary: when your coworkers come over for drinks, the night takes a not so unexpected turn.

✱ genre/warnings: overstimulation, degradation, dirty talk, rough sex, anal, double penetration, little bit of boy kissing boy action (not much)

✱ word count: 6.8k+

a/n: hello everyone!! so sorry it took me forever to post so hopefully this very long (and very sinful) smut makes up for it!! enjoy! :D

Today went by oddly slow for you. At your job, not very many people had come in to cash checks, open an account, etc. You sighed as you checked the time to see you still had over half an hour left until you could go home. Outside of your office you could see only one person talking your coworker at the front desk.

"Hey Y/N, you got a minute?" A voice said suddenly, when you shut your eyes for a quick second. It was your coworker and one of the first people you made friends with when you started working.

"Hey Mingyu! What's up?"

He walked inside of your office, "I was wondering if you wanted to come with me and a few other of my friends for drinks tonight? Since today's been really slow?"

"Sure! Who else is coming?" You replied, grinning.

"Just Wonwoo, and Soonyoung," Mingyu flashed a smile. "We can meet in the lot after work?"

"Sounds like a plan." You returned a smile to Mingyu as he left your office.

You were close with Mingyu and you only talked to Soonyoung once or twice for information on some accounts you were closing. You hadn't met Wonwoo yet and you were a bit nervous to. You pulled your phone out to text your boyfriend, Jeonghan.

[5:26 pm] You: hey baby! im gonna get some drinks with some friends after work, is that alright?

You and Jeonghan never really had an exactly "strict" relationship, per se. You weren't in a poly relationship, but not exactly a monogamous one either. Jeonghan didn't mind if guys looked, or touched, because he knew at the end of the day, you would still be his. He trusted you with his entire being and you never took advantage of that.

[5:27 pm] Jeonghan: girls or guys?

[5:27 pm] You: guys

[5:27 pm] Jeonghan: of course

[5:28 pm] Jeonghan: or

[5:28 pm] Jeonghan: you could bring the drinks to them?

[5:28 pm] You: what do you mean?

[5:29 pm] Jeonghan: invite them over, i wanna meet them

[5:29 pm] You: jeonghan dont be gay

[5:30 pm] Jeonghan: shut up haha, just come back home with them. plus i already miss you and i dont wanna spend anymore time alone

[5:30 pm] You: hmm, alright we'll see..

[5:31 pm] Jeonghan: heh, i love you baby

[5:31 pm] You: i love you too jeong, ill see you soon

It was finally closing time and you gathered your things, heading to the back towards the parking lot. You said goodbye to familiar faces and pushed the heavy door open. Just as Mingyu said, he and his two friends were waiting. You recognized Soonyoung but Wonwoo, was much more attractive than you were imagining. His hair was dark and slightly curly, round glasses sat on the bridge of his nose. Wonwoo was unbelievably handsome and you couldn't help but silently admire his looks.

"Oh, there she is- Y/N!" Mingyu said, snapping you out of your daze.

You blushed faintly as you walked towards them, looking down at the ground—missing the way Wonwoo scanned over your body. "Hi," you spoke shyly.

"Y/N, this is Soonyoung," Mingyu gestured towards the latter as you two bowed your heads politely. "And this is Wonwoo."

You nervously bowed at Wonwoo also while he did the same.

"So, should we head to Lee's Bar downtown?" Soonyoung questioned, rubbing his hands together.

"A-Actually! Uhm, I was wondering if we could make a change of plans?" You interrupted. You continued when all three of the men looked at you, "I-I was thinking that we could just, head to my house? And drink there?"

The men all glanced at each other curiously. "How come?" Mingyu asked.

"Well, we wouldn't have to pay-"

"I'm in," Wonwoo said, earning a laugh from the other two—and a slight giggle from you.

"Let's go!" Soonyoung said, skipping happily to his car.

...

The guys followed your car as you drove home, which gave you plenty of time to call Jeonghan and let him know that you four were on the way.

"Are they cute?"

You rolled your eyes as your boyfriend's laughter played in the background.

"C'mon, it's been so long since we had others join. Don't you think it'd be fun, kitten?"

"Jeonghan!" You exclaimed.

You heard Jeonghan laugh from the other line. "I'll see you at the house, kitten." Jeonghan ended the phone call, leaving you to internally, and not so internally, curse.

Damn him for turning you on.

...

"Wow, what a nice house!" Soonyoung shouted, closing his car door.

You forced a slight laugh, "Thanks." You headed up to the front door, fumbling to get your keys out.

"Are you okay, Y/N?" Wonwoo asked, putting his hand on your shoulder.

Before you could respond, the door unlocked and opened, revealing your boyfriend with a big smile on his face. "Hello!"

Mingyu, Wonwoo and Soonyoung had confused looks on their faces as they all looked at you.

"Uh, guys, this is Jeonghan, my boyfriend."

You all walked inside the house and introduced them all. Jeonghan guided everyone to the kitchen where he began getting out different assorted drinks you two had in your cabinets.

Mingyu pulled you to the side, "Is it okay for us to be here? I mean like- is your boyfriend okay with it?"

"Oh yeah! He actually, uh, suggested it. He wanted to meet you all."

"Oh? Okay, I was just making sure." Mingyu smiled, showing off his canines which made you internally gush.

You and Mingyu joined the rest, who were laughing and seemed comfortable already. Everyone sat around the island, some drinking beer, some drinking wine.

"So how long have you and Y/N been dating?" Wonwoo asked Jeonghan.

Jeonghan looked at you, smiling. "Two years."

You nodded as Wonwoo's eyes flickered between the both of you. What neither of you knew though, was how hot of a couple Wonwoo thought you two were.

...

As the night progressed, everyone got more relaxed and loose. Soonyoung got more giggly, Wonwoo more flirty, Mingyu more shy and Jeonghan more suggestive. And you? You just knew something was bound to happen.

"Alright! Let's play 21 questions!" Jeonghan slurred slightly, opening up another can of beer.

"I didn't know we were back in grade school." You joked. "We might as well play Spin the Bottle and Seven Minutes in Heaven while we're at it."

Jeonghan smirked, his hand wrapping around your waist. "Well, the night is still young."

The guys drunkenly laughed as Soonyoung grabbed an empty bottle of wine you all had finished earlier. "Okay," he said as he spun the bottle.

"Wait, are we playing spin the bottle or 21 questions?" Wonwoo asked, confused.

"21 questions dumb dumb!" Jeonghan shouted, followed by a giggle.

"Alright, alright I'm sorry." Wonwoo held his hand up in defense, downing a shot of vodka.

"I'll spin first!" Jeonghan leaned over the island and spun the wine bottle, landing on Mingyu. "Hm, Mingyu." He said, pausing. "How many people have you slept with?"

Mingyu's eyes widened. He stuttered, glancing between Jeonghan and you. "U-Uhm, I, I-I don't-"

"Jeonghan! We didn't say this was going to be dirty!" You punched his shoulder, making him wince.

"C'mon Mingyu, how many?" Jeonghan poked, taking a sip of his beer.

Mingyu hummed before answering a quiet "3."

"Aw, so cute Mingyu!" Wonwoo threw his arm around Mingyu's shoulder, kissing the top of his head as he struggled to get out of his grip.

Mingyu's cheeks blushed while he spun the bottle landing on you. "Uh, Y/N, ahem, are you, a virgin?"

You smiled amusedly, curious to why Mingyu thought you were.

"She was before she met me." Jeonghan informed, winking at Mingyu.

You pursed your lips into a thin line, as you took a large chug of wine and spun in return. "Soonyoung, have you ever had a wet dream?"

Soonyoung coughed loudly, his drink going down the wrong pipe. He held his chest as Mingyu patted his back harshly. You smirked as you finished off your drink, feeling as confident and suggestive as your boyfriend. "I-I, I don't know? Maybe?"

You smiled deviously, succeeding in making him flustered. Soonyoung spun the bottle, trying to hide the warmth that spread across his face. "Uhm, Jeonghan." Soonyoung hesitated before continuing, "Where's the craziest place you've, done it?"

Jeonghan couldn't help but smile whilst thinking of the place.

It was during the summertime last year when you and Jeonghan stayed with one of his friends.

You wore an outfit that was slightly revealing, knowing it would mess with Jeonghan.

What you didn't know though, was that it would end up with him dragging you into the bathroom and fucking you on the sink. He held his hand over your mouth because you two had to be quiet, which only turned the both of you on even more. His friend was just in the kitchen, feet away.

Jeonghan could still hear you cries of pleasure in his mind, your whimpers and whines trying their best to stay silent.

He remembered the day vividly—a little too vividly.  "A-Anyway!" Jeonghan said, twirling the bottle and feeling his pants get tight.

"But Jeonghan you didn't-" Soonyoung started.

"I SAID ANYWAY." Jeonghan retorted back as Soonyoung shrunk in his seat. The neck of the bottle pointed at you and Jeonghan smirked. "Y/N," he began.

Uh oh. You had a bad feeling about this.

"If you had to fuck anyone here, who would it be?"

The room fell silent. The guests' hearts felt as if they stopped.

Why would Jeonghan ask such a question?

Even if they thought it wasn't appropriate for Jeonghan to ask, they all still found themselves on edge for your answer. They all desperately wanted it to be them.

Your cheeks felt as if they were on fire, you probably looked like a tomato in front of your friends, and your douchebag, horny boyfriend. "I don't want to answer that." Was all you could manage to get out as you looked into your glass and took a drink, avoiding eye contact with any of the boys.

You wanted to absolutely vanish into thin air right then and there. You knew Jeonghan didn't have any shame in you confessing who you wish to have sex with. But having to choose between three of your friends? In front of them?

"C'mon babe, I know that you find at least one of them attractive in that way." Jeonghan stated, eyeing each of the boys.

"Jeonghan, you are seriously making me feel uncomfortable. I can only imagine how they must feel." You refused to make eye contact with anything breathing until you were alone.

"I wanna know.." You looked up, meeting Wonwoo's gaze. He was looking at you, like he had been this entire night.

Wonwoo thought it was adorable how confident you were just minutes ago compared to how flustered and shy you are now. "Come on Y/N, don't be nervous. We all wanna know."

With that, everyone else's confidence was restored and they all waited on your answer.

"I-I don't know," you stuttered.

It's not that you didn't know. Hell, it wasn't even because you didn't want to answer. It was just, how were you supposed to choose only one? How were you supposed to confess that you'd screw everyone here?

"We won't be offended." Mingyu said, raising his eyebrow whilst speaking.

"Okay," you sighed. You closed your eyes and nervously breathed in. "I don't know how to choose." You simply said and the boys all looked at each other.

"Well, like Mingyu said, we won't be offended." Soonyoung mentioned.

"It's not that," you paused and took another breath in. "I just can't pick only one of you."

Soonyoung, Wonwoo and Mingyu's ears all perked up.

"Huh?" Mingyu made a noise.

Jeonghan smirked as his plan started to come together.

"Uhm, w-what I'm saying is that I'd-"

"She's saying she'd fuck all of you guys, okay?" Jeonghan stated, nonchalantly—opening yet another can of beer.

The room was still silent, aside from Jeonghan's slurping noises from next to you. You were actually kind of turned on, and so were the rest of the guys.

Jeonghan knew what everyone in the room wanted and he wasted no time in saying so. "Are we gonna all fuck or what? I'm getting kinda hard over here." You felt your cheeks getting warm at his question. Jeonghan took a few more sips and he exhaled loudly, standing up. "Come here kitten." He said, making your eyes widen in embarrassment.

"Jeonghan-" you began but he cut you off before you could finish. You were so flustered and for some strange reason, it turned you on. Jeonghan grabbed your wrist, taking you to the living room and the boys watched you two with their eyes.

Wonwoo turned to the other boys and mouthed, "Kitten?"

The two shrugged in response, looking back to you and Jeonghan.

"Jeonghan, what are you doing?" You hissed as he glanced over to the boys. They all looked at you both intensely, watching your every move and waiting for the next.

Smirking, he leaned down in your ear and whispered. "We're gonna give them a show." Jeonghan grabbed your chin and pulled your head closer to him, trapping your lips in a kiss. He held your jaw as you gasped in surprise. It felt wrong doing this in front of others, even though you've done it before. So, why did it feel so different now? How will things be after this? Will it be normal? Will things be awkward at work now?

All of those thoughts flew out of your mind when Jeonghan pushed his tongue into your mouth, making you moan softly. The boys all heard it and gulped, blood rushing down to all of their cocks. They watched as you and Jeonghan made out, seeing the different roles being played. You, of course, were the submissive and the fact it was so obvious how much power Jeonghan had over you, was—to say the least—extremely hot. Jeonghan had your face in his hand, him leading the kiss and you melting over it, following his steps. He grabbed your waist with his other hand and pulled you closer, making you feel his cock press against you. The others didn't know what to do, watching with drooling mouths and desperate eyes.

After you two made out for, what seemed like hours, Jeonghan pulled away. Both of your lips dark pink, glistening with each other's saliva. Jeonghan chuckled, "Get on your knees." You swallowed, his words affecting you to no end and you obeyed his command. Keeping eye contact, you lowered yourself to the ground and waited. "Watch and learn boys. Soon, you'll be able to be in this position. If you want to, of course." Jeonghan said to your audience. He began to unbutton his pants when midway he motioned his head to toward them to come closer.

Mingyu, Wonwoo and Soonyoung looked at one another, hesitantly standing up awkwardly. With their cocks hardening quickly, they moved slowly to the couch that was a couple feet behind you.

Jeonghan spoke to you in a hushed voice, "Look at how hard they all are already kitten." His eyebrow was raised, looking at the three and he shuffled out of his pants.

You looked back at them, noting the slight blush on their cheeks and—just as Jeonghan said—their stiff cocks, straining against their jeans. You bit your lip and took a leap of faith. "You guys can take those off if you want," you whispered, giving them all an innocent look.

Wonwoo was the first to move, smirking at you and undoing his belt. The others followed suit, making you smile to yourself. Jeonghan grabbed your chin and made you face him. He had his underwear on still, his hard cock evident against it. Jeonghan gave you a look, silently telling you to get going. "How about you show your little friends what that pretty mouth can do, hm?"

Nodding, you looked up at him as you slid your fingers underneath the waistband, beginning to drag them down his legs. Jeonghan's cock sprung out and you didn't hesitate to shuffle closer, kissing his head.

He hummed, running his fingers through your hair and gathering it all in a ponytail. Jeonghan mumbled, "Come on kitten, don't tease me."

You felt yourself blushing once more at Jeonghan using your pet name on you. You felt exposed now that they all knew you liked being called that. Doing as he said, you took Jeonghan's length in your hand and wrapped your lips around it. Jeonghan threw his head back, moaning and guiding your head slowly with his hand that held all of your hair. You stroked the part of his cock that you couldn't take, knowing already how to get Jeonghan close to the edge in minutes.

The others merely stared at you in awe. They all wondered how it must feel to be sucked off by you; from the way Jeonghan is moaning and groaning, it has be good. Mingyu bit his lip, swallowing and holding back his moans. Soonyoung was teasing the head of his cock, imagining he was Jeonghan instead and his hand was yours. Wonwoo stroked himself languidly, the tip an angry red; he's never been this turned on before in a long time. They all enjoyed watching you, the only noise filling the room being the pornographic sucking and gagging noises.

"Does it feel good?" Soonyoung asked quietly.

Jeonghan opened his eyes, looking at Soonyoung with half-lidded eyes. "God, yes. She always does." He took his lip between his teeth, looking back down at you.

You bobbed your head quick on Jeonghan's cock, slowing down when you started pulling off. An advantage of Jeonghan being completely whipped for you? Being able to get him off quicker than the average man because he enjoys what you do to him that much.

Jeonghan's moans started getting higher and more frequent, signaling that he was getting close. You took your hand and gently played with his balls, making him moan loudly. As best as you could, you took all of him in your mouth until his length hit the back of your throat. "Kitten," he rasped. "I'm gonna cum." Jeonghan threw his head back and his mouth opened, releasing a long, loud whine—cumming in your mouth.

You released his length with a pop noise and swallowed his cum, knowing it would please him even more. Jeonghan said and ran his fingers through your hair. "Such a good kitten for me." He smirked and leaned down to kiss you.

You whimpered as Jeonghan bit your lip and stood up straight, looking at the boys who were pleasing themselves. He walked over beside the couch they were on, in all of his naked glory. "How does another show sound, guys?"

They all glanced over at him.

"Another show?" Soonyoung questioned.

Jeonghan gave you a look and you nodded, knowing what he meant.

You unbuttoned your pants, slowly moving them down your legs. You thanked the Gods that you had shaved only a day beforehand. Making sure to keep eye contact with each of them for a few seconds, you stripped yourself of your clothes. Wonwoo kept stroking himself, feeling his cock get even harder as each piece of clothing landed on the floor. Mingyu wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he's had the biggest crush on you since you began working. And he's always admired the way you looked, even in work clothes. But seeing you like this, would be something he wouldn't forget for a very long time.

After you had stripped yourself of your clothes, you stood there only in your undergarments. You crossed your arms, feeling slightly self conscious in front of everyone.

"Can I touch her, Jeonghan?" Wonwoo asked suddenly.

"Yes, you can. You guys can do whatever you want with her, I know she'll enjoy it. Isn't that right, kitten?"

You gulped and hummed an approval, feeling like just a toy for them all to play with yet also a piece of art for them to worship. It made you feel a bit powerful also knowing that all of them were hard because of you and wanted to touch you, use you.

Wonwoo stood up, his cock against his stomach. You couldn't help but stare for a while, take note of the veins, length and his girth—which surprised you. "You like what you see, babygirl?" Wonwoo's voice sent a shiver up your spine and back down to your core. You crossed your legs, giving yourself a bit of friction between your thighs. He noticed and smirked, "Is that a yes?"

Wonwoo walked closer to you, intimidating you with his piercing eyes and dark stare. You nodded and he put his hand behind your neck, his mouth by your ear. "That's not an answer, sweetheart." His breath fanned your ear and neck, making you moan quietly. "She's easily flustered, yeah?" Wonwoo asked Jeonghan, yet still facing you.

"Oh yeah, definitely. Little kitten gets so shy whenever anyone does anything to her."

Wonwoo trailed his fingertip along your body, down your arm and down the front of your chest, creating goosebumps in its wake. "Is that so?"

"Wonwoo," you breathed out. "Please touch me." Your body was screaming and so was your pussy. You ached and wanted to be touched, badly. You weren't sure how much longer you could last without bursting.

"Needy, babygirl?" Wonwoo smirked and walked even closer to you that you could feel his hard-on pressing against your core.

You whined, slightly moving your hips to create more friction.

"Did your little pussy get wet from sucking off Jeonghan?" Before you could respond, Wonwoo's hand dipped between the two of you, between your thighs. His middle finger ran between your clothed folds, and he hummed. "You're soaked babygirl, you ruined your pretty underwear."

You whimpered at the feeling of Wonwoo's light touch, and also the way he talked to you—as if this wasn't his first time doing this with you. He seemed so natural and nonchalant about it all.

"You like it when your boyfriend watches other boys touch you?" His finger began rubbing you, stimulating your swollen clit. Wonwoo lowered his voice so only you were able to hear him, "Makes you feel like a slut, right?" Your eyebrows furrowed and you had to hold onto Wonwoo's shoulder. Lust clouded your mind and your knees grew weak, making him smirk at your reaction. "Go sit on the couch, babygirl."

You did, and it was then when you realized just how intently the other guys were looking at you. Mingyu's hair stuck to his forehead, Soonyoung's face was flushed and Jeonghan was, Jeonghan. All of the head of their cocks were red and you took a quick moment to admire the size difference, and girth difference. You were excited to say the least.

"Can you guys get on with it please? My boner is starting to hurt." Mingyu suddenly blurted out.

Wonwoo pushed you down on the couch, making you lay down. "Come join us then, little Gyu," he teased. Wonwoo's fingers hooked the band of your underwear and slowly pulled them down your legs.

"Fuck you." The latter retorted back while walking towards the both of you.

Wonwoo stood up, discarding your stained, damp underwear on the floor. "I mean, if you really want to." He got closer to Mingyu's face, challenging him.

Your clit throbbed at the scene. Wonwoo was more cocky and confident then you ever thought he was capable of, despite Mingyu having a couple inches on him. They both stared each other down, before Mingyu grabbed the side of Wonwoo's neck and slammed their lips together.

"Oh shit," You heard Soonyoung say on the side. Everyone's eyes widened as the two began making out roughly.

Gulping, you couldn't wait any longer and began touching yourself. You ran a finger up your folds, gathering your wetness and slowly inserting one inside of you. You bit your lip as you watched Mingyu and Wonwoo as best as you could before your eyes fluttered shut.

"Here, let me help you," a voice whispered next to you.

"Please," you mewled, whining, needing to cum soon.

Soonyoung grabbed your hips and turned you. He sat on the floor in front of your legs and lifted them over his shoulders. Without warning, Soonyoung's tongue entered you, making your back arch and cry out his name. He moaned against you, sending vibrations up your body. "Fuck angel, you taste so good." Soonyoung's tongue thrusted in and out of you, curling and poking. He sucked on your clit expertly and all you could do was spill out curses and chants of his name.

Wonwoo and Mingyu had stopped their harsh kissing once they heard you. Jeonghan, still sitting on the opposite couch, had his cock in his fist. He slowly stroked his length while watching how your face contorted and mouth open from how good Soonyoung ate you out. It turned him on to no end seeing all of them enjoy you so much. That was his girl.

Mingyu sat on the couch next to you and he couldn't help but smile darkly. You looked like a mess—a pretty mess, to him. He leaned in and kissed you, muffling your cries of pleasure. Mingyu sucked on your lower lip as a request of entrance and you accepted. His and your tongues rolled together in a way that had both of your heads spinning. You tried focusing on his tongue in your mouth but failed, only paying attention to Soonyoung's tongue in your heat.

Wonwoo felt left out and joined the three of you, sitting on the opposite side of you and beginning to massage your breasts through your bra. You moaned inside of Mingyu's mouth loudly, feeling Wonwoo's fingers slip into your bra and pinch your nipples.

"F-Fuck, I'm gonna cum." You gasped when you pulled away from Mingyu.

"Go ahead princess," Mingyu said, pausing, "let go." He whispered in your ear, sending a tingle down your back and throwing you off the edge. You came on Soonyoung's tongue with a shout that had your back arching off the couch and mouth dropping open.

Soonyoung looked up at you from between your legs. "Good girl." He gave you a kiss on your clit, making you jolt.

You laid on the couch, your core feeling numb and mind clouded.

"Hey," Mingyu said, bringing you out of your ecstasy filled trance. "Think you can help me out now?"

Giggling slightly, you nodded and stood up. "You want me to ride you, Mingyu?"

"Fuck yeah." He gasped, gripping your hips tightly and bringing you closer to him.

Fulfilling his wish, you held onto his shoulders and balanced yourself, getting ready to straddle him. He laid down on the couch and you climbed on top of him.

Mingyu moaned when you rubbed your folds against his cock. "Oh my god, t-that feels so good," he purred. He placed his arms behind his head, watching your movements on his dick. You and Mingyu's moans mixed together in harmony along with the sounds of how wet you were.

"You two look so good," Jeonghan teased, walking towards the couch.

You looked back at him, hips still moving. "Do we?" Humming, you smirked at him and gave him a look.

Jeonghan bent his knee, leaning into the couch while his other leg stood planted on the ground. He tugged your hair back, "Yes you do, kitten. Are you enjoying the boys?"

You gulped as you looked up at him. "I-I am," you replied.

He hummed in response and let go of your hair, letting his hand wrap around your throat. "Ride him now kitten, stop torturing him."

Mingyu smirked, looking at the scene unfold above him while you nodded and did as Jeonghan ordered. Jeonghan kept his hand around your throat as you grabbed Mingyu's length and lined it up at your entrance. You moved his head against your pussy, making the both of you moan. Finally, you sank onto Mingyu's cock while Jeonghan watched from behind you. Mingyu groaned at the feeling of your walls around him. "Y-You're so tight," he said breathlessly.

You whimpered, "You're so big." Your hips began moving against his slowly. Mingyu was big. Bigger than Jeonghan and definitely the thickest among the group.

"Yeah? Is my cock filling you up, princess?" You moaned at Mingyu's dirty words—you always loved it when Jeonghan talked like that, but hearing it from Mingyu's mouth turned you on even more. "You like that, don't you princess? I felt your little pussy clench around my dick when I said that."

"M-Mingyu," your loins felt like they were on fire. Mingyu's words were so lewd and uncensored—and you fucking loved it. You didn't want him to stop at any moment. Pleading, you gripped his shoulders tight—fingernails beginning to dig into his skin.

"What's wrong, princess?" Mingyu asked when you started whimpering over and over again.

Your walls hugged his cock, the sounds of you riding him present throughout the room. You felt Jeonghan's weight on the couch disappear and be replaced. A hand pushed your back down, making you hunch over Mingyu's chest. That same hand trailed up your neck and his finger slid into your mouth. You sucked on it, muffling your whines as it swirled around, gathering your saliva.

"Good girl," the voice whispered by your ear. Suddenly, that finger prodded at your hole, pulling a yelp out of you.

"Soonyoung," you gasped as his finger entered you and you halted your movements on Mingyu's cock.

He laughed slightly, "Jeonghan told me you don't mind this, is that right?" You turned to find your boyfriend sitting on the couch, his cock in his hand and a shit-eating grin on his face. As you were about to respond, Soonyoung thrusted his finger deeper in you, cutting off your sentence with a loud moan. "I said, is that right?"

You nodded, your mouth agape as Mingyu slowly fucked up into your pussy. "Oh my god," you breathed shakily. "Y-Yes, i-it's true." That ball in your stomach began to heat up, feeling Soonyoung's finger curl in you and Mingyu's cock hit the deepest parts of you and stretching you out in the most delicious way.

"You better not cum yet, princess." Mingyu growled from under you.

"Please," you begged. Soonyoung added another finger inside you, making you yell that you were sure the neighbor's would hear.

Whilst trying your best to hold back your orgasm, Mingyu snapped his hips up in you. You screamed and accidentally came around him. Your thighs and body shook as your hands desperately grasped onto Mingyu so that you didn't fall on top of him. Your eyes rolled back, pleasure overtaking every single vein in your body.

Mingyu tsked, "Bad princess." He suddenly spanked you and fucked into you again, not giving you anytime to come down from your high. You moaned loudly as Soonyoung smirked and began fucking your ass whilst Mingyu abused your walls.

You couldn't even process what was happening, your mind elsewhere while you were merely getting fucked in each holes. You couldn't speak at all, even if you tried only pathetic whines would come out. Jeonghan and Wonwoo cooed at you, enjoying your desperate cries as you were being overstimulated.

"She's okay, right?" Wonwoo whispered to the older male.

He nodded his head, "She's had worse done to her." Jeonghan winked at Wonwoo and they both turned their attention back towards you, touching themselves.

"What's wrong, angel? Can't handle being stuffed so much?" Soonyoung teased, making fun of you—not caring that you weren't prepared to cum again.

You felt another orgasm gearing up quickly and you warned the two.

Mingyu caught Soonyoung's eye and inaudibly told him to stop when he said so without your knowledge. When he felt your walls pulse around him a second time, he looked at Soonyoung. Before you were able to release, both of the men stopped. Soonyoung's fingers slipped out of you while Mingyu stilled.

"W-Why did you stop?" You whined. Neither of them answered. You turned around to see Soonyoung dripping lube from a small bottle onto his cock. Gulping, you mentally prepared for Soonyoung to fuck you from behind while Mingyu fucked your pussy. The thought of having both of their cocks in you at once had your head spinning.

"Ready, angel?" Soonyoung asked you, holding onto your shoulder with one hand while his other guided his length. When you nodded, he slowly but surely eased his cock inside of you. You winced at the feeling and told Soonyoung to wait.

Rather than feeling Soonyoung move, Mingyu began to slide his cock in your heat to distract you and help you relax. When Soonyoung thought you were okay enough, he pulled out of you almost all the way and slid back in a bit quicker. "God, you feel so fucking good." Soonyoung hissed. He grabbed your hips and began to fasten his pace. The three of you all moaned in sync, when Soonyoung pulled back, Mingyu thrusted his hips up into you.

"I'm close," Mingyu said, moans gradually getting higher. He sped up his thrusts as Soonyoung kept his pace.

You felt your orgasm quickly approaching once again, the pleasure mixed with the pain of being stretched out made it all too much for you. You couldn't remember the last time you had experienced such euphoria coursing through your body and you loved it; you wanted more and more. You threw your head back, shamelessly moaning out both of the men's names.

Mingyu bit his lip, as he pushed his head back into the couch. With a loud, long moan, he came inside you, triggering your own orgasm. The both of you came while Soonyoung slowed down slightly. Mingyu smirked as he pulled out of you and watched his cum began to seep out as well. He shuffled from under you, moving to stand next to Wonwoo and Jeonghan.

"My turn?" Wonwoo questioned.

"She's all yours," Jeonghan replied, moaning slightly as he stroked himself quicker.

Wonwoo smiled as he sprinted over to you and Soonyoung. "Hey babygirl, ready to give me a hand?" He said, bent over to look at you face to face.

You merely nodded, whining every time Soonyoung thrusted all the way inside of you. You turned your head and opened your mouth, waiting for Wonwoo's cock.

"Tongue out." He ordered, touching himself as he got closer to you.

With your tongue out—as told—you waited and closed your eyes, feeling Wonwoo's length finally make contact with your mouth. Wonwoo ran his fingers through your hair, pushing you further onto himself. He groaned lowly, biting his lip and watching you from above.

"Don't forget I'm here too, angel," Soonyoung said from behind you. He gripped your shoulder and held your hip, fastening his pace.

You moaned around Wonwoo before releasing him, "I-I don't think I'd be able to," you replied.

"Yeah? Does it feel good, angel?" Soonyoung licked his lips, feeling himself getting close.

You hummed before continuing to suck off Wonwoo. You took as much as you could, the tip of his cock brushing the back of your throat, making you gag slightly and pull off. A trail of saliva connecting your mouth to the head of his cock.

"You're so good at this, babygirl," he leaned in closer to your ear. "How many cocks you think have been in that slutty mouth of yours? Hm?"

Soonyoung hissed when he felt you clench around him, capturing Wonwoo's attention. "You like being degraded, babygirl?"

You looked up at him with an innocent look. Hell yes.

Wonwoo stroked your cheek, pulling a piece of loose hair behind your ear before grabbing your face. "You like being treated a bit rough, don't you?"

Gulping, you nodded. You cried out when you heard a loud smack and felt a sharp sting on your ass. You glanced behind you, seeing Soonyoung staring you down, his eyes the darkest they've ever been.

"I asked you a question," Wonwoo said in a serious tone. He made you look at him in the eyes.

"Y-Yes I do. I-I like being degraded a-and treated rough," you managed to get out, holding back your moans in between your words.

"Good girl," he petted your hair. "Now, you're gonna take Soonyoung like a good slut while you suck me off. Okay?" Wonwoo informed you, feigning a soft voice, despite having entire control over you.

"Okay," you breathed.

Wonwoo's mouth opened, signaling you to do the same. He slid his cock back inside of your mouth the second you followed his action. He bit his lip and pushed your head all the way onto his dick, holding you in place.

Your eyes squeezed shut, tears pricking the corners as you tried to relax your throat and breathe through your nose. You looked up at Wonwoo, making him laugh mercilessly. "What's the matter? Can't take all of my cock in that little mouth of yours?"

Your clit pulsed with pleasure, his words flipping your stomach and making your pussy wet with need.

Soonyoung's cock twitched inside of you, getting turned on by how slutty you really are for every one of them. He looked at what was happening in front of him, building his orgasm up quickly. "You look so pretty with your mouth stuffed, angel." He cooed.

Wonwoo finally released his grip on the back of your hair again, and you pulled back, gasping for air. You coughed slightly, spit dripping down the corner of your mouth and a teardrop rolling down your cheek. "Such a good whore for us, aren't you, babygirl?" He purred, wiping away your stray tear with his thumb.

You quivered, feeling your own orgasm beginning to approach. "I'm gonna cum soon," you shuddered.

"Me too," Soonyoung panted, his breath hitching in his throat as he began to fuck into you faster than before.

"S-Soonyoung, fuck!" You cried out, gripping the arm of the couch and letting your body fall onto the cushion.

He slipped his hand between your thighs and found your clit, rubbing it harshly.

A moan ripped out of you, your back arching. You whined over and over again, feeling overstimulated but at the same time desperate for your release.

"Come on," Soonyoung huffed. "Cum for me angel." He slipped two of his fingers inside of you and began curling them, scavenging for your sweet spot.

You began to cry from how overstimulated you were, the ball in your stomach unraveling all over the place. You came hard on Soonyoung's fingers, eventually squirting onto—not only his fingers, but the couch as well. You screamed as Soonyoung halted, cumming inside of you shortly after.

The three watching stood silently, mouths agape as they witnessed you squirt.

"I haven't seen her cum like that in a long time," Jeonghan rasped.

Soonyoung pulled his cock out of you, his cum dripping out and down the back of your leg.

You laid there, ass in the air and completely sensitive and worn out.

"Wonwoo, did you cum in her yet?" Mingyu asked suddenly.

"No, but, I think I'll give her a break." Wonwoo replied. "Maybe next time."

"Next time?" Jeonghan quirked his eyebrow. "You think I'm just gonna let you fuck my girlfriend again?" He said sternly.

"Well, I quite enjoyed my time here. I know they did and I'm certain she did as well. So, I'm only assuming we can make another arrangement sometime soon."

Jeonghan looked over towards you. You got up from the couch, limping to the group of men. "I would love to do this again. Please Jeonghan?" You cooed, pursing your bottom lip and holding onto his bicep.

He growled slightly, "Anything for my kitten." He kissed the top of your head. "Alright boys, you had your fun. Get your clothes and go, I gotta clean her up."

The other boys slightly cheered, happy there will be another time. They all took turns going in and out of your bathroom, cleaning up and pulling their clothes back on

Eventually, one by one, they all left you and Jeonghan's house, leaving the two of you to clean up.

...

Jeonghan ran a hot shower for both of you, allowing you to enter first. You moaned as the water hit your back.

"Have fun tonight, kitten?" Jeonghan asked, stepping in behind you.

You let out a soft "mhm," giving him a big grin.

"I'm glad, you were very good for all of them." He pulled you close to him, giving you a tight hug.

You giggled into his chest, "But Jeonghan, you didn't get to cum in me." You pouted.

Jeonghan chuckled, "Who said I wasn't going to?" He pushed you against the wall and grabbed your legs.

[the-magicians-blue]

A Thought: Fluffy Hawks Head canons (NSFW parts)

So I was thinking

This man

This oversized chicken right here

Is a ✨h o t m e s s✨ when you first start dating him

You know that cocky front he use to put on when y’all first met? That smirk he’d give you trying to look all sexy?

That was yeeted out the window

The man is a simp

Its mainly because he’s so excited he doesn’t know what to do with himself because like he’s actually in love??? And you love him too??? Like he would go to jail for you???

He’s always been so afraid of allowing himself to be in love let alone start a relationship and he’s diving in head first. He doesn’t wanna hold back his happiness

The original plan was to keep your relationship quite for now seeing how both of you were heros and your relationship being public would put targets on both of your backs

That was the plan

Your relationship became public in two weeks flat

At first it was small things that the other heros and on lookers would notice

For example:

Whenever you’d cross paths with him during patrols his feathers would flutter excitedly

Often times whoever he’s patrolling with would see it before you do.

You didn’t realize this was happening until one day you saw him walking with Endeavor.

You called his name and before he even turned around his feathers were going.

He almost hit a car running across the street to you.

He gets to you and just goes:

:D hi baby bird :D

Yes calls you by his nicknames in public

And expects you to do the same

Literally he will not respond until you do

Anyways

Endeavor waits till traffic stops to cross the street and just shakes his head at the both of you

“You know he does that when you call him too. Even Edgeshot has seen it”

And if you even so much as tap the man

His feathers poof out completely

It happens usually when you hold his hand or kiss his cheek when no ones looking

He even twitches a bit when they do

It happened once during a battle too

You tackled him out of the way of an attack. You were on top of him asking him if was ok and he just:

..... poof

His favorite is when you drag your finger under his chin

He’s knees go weak

He’ll start giggling like an idiot too

He also coos whenever you hug him

Mirko hates having to patrol with the two of you

She’s basically just third wheeling on your work date

However since the billboard incident she’s been much more willing to patrol with Hawks.

When they last patrolled together you had gotten off early. You called Keigo to ask what he wanted for dinner

And he picks up WHILE FLYING

All you heard was “Hey baby bir-“

Then nothing for about twenty minutes

You then get a call from Mirkowho can barely stop laughing long enough to tell you what happened

The poor man flew face first into a billboard while trying to answer his phone

There’s a video of it on youtube and its been trending ever since

As things progressed rumors started to spread

Your companies started getting calls from the press

You started getting the stink eye from a few of Keigo’s fans

Comments about you using Keigo to rise up in the ranks

One fan had the audacity to bring up right after the two of you finished rounding up a few thugs that were robbing a bank

“Y/h/n is good and all but lets be honest, they’d still be a nobody if it wasn’t for Hawks. They’re just using him for the attention.”

Hooo boy did that man regret speaking

Keigo rushed at the man, his wings fully spread out and feathers poofed up, making them look even bigger

He looked furious.

“Don’t you ever talk about my baby bird like that. EVER again.”

You had to step in between him and the civilian, getting Keigo to at least put his wings down before apologizing to man

When the two of you went back to speak to the police Big Bird over here did nothing but complain

“Why’d you apologize to that asshole? You know what he said was wrong.”

“Yeah but for all they know we’re just coworkers. They have no idea we’re together “

You could almost hear the gears turning in his head as he stared at you

And then with no warning the man kisses you in front of at least one 100 people

Lets just say while your company was happy for you they were not happy with the swarm of calls and crowd control they had to do

But at least now most people expect you and Keigo to protrol together which meant much more time with your goofy bird man

NSFW

Now don’t get me wrong just because the man goofs off now

In no way means the sexiness he had when y’all met is completely gone

He may have yeeted a lot of it out the window he keeps some hiding in the closet

This mans mouth is f i l t h y

He lives to see you flustered in public

While working he may come up behind you and whisper something along the lines of:

“You look good in your hero outfit Dove but I think you look much better riding me.”

And your just standing there like !?!?!?

Excuse sir I’m trying to be a hero right now could you maybe not be horny on main???

At home its worse

Lets be real here Keigo Takami is a certified switch

When he gets home its either:

“I’m gonna ruin you” or

“Please fuck my brains out and call me cute.”

We’re talking about sub Keigo first because yes

He’s lives to please you

He wants to tell you how gorgeous you are while you tell him how good of a boy he’s being

The m o a n s that come from this man

Especially if you grab close to where his wings meet his back

Immaculate

Please peg him

Has called you mommy/daddy/master on multiple occasions

Now Dom Keigo is dangerous

Will overstimulate you

Will leave bite marks every as well as hand prints on your ass

Loves choking you. The way your body reacts gets him going every time

Call him daddy and he’ll lose it

Challenging him during sex makes him go feral. He loves when you act like a brat.

Afterwards though its riggt to being a clingy goof

Cuddles you for the rest of the night

You better use the bathroom before he gets comfortable because after that he’s not letting go

You make him too happy for him to be away too long

[punksarahreese]

Grey | 4 mg Ativan

Nosdecember day 25 | @neworleansspecial

Anxious!Ava; Ava’s comfort sweater

CW: sensory meltdown/overload, dermatillomania mention, self injury stim (hitting)

Merry christmas to anyone who celebrates ❄️💙

***

Ava woke up on this particular day and immediately wanted to go back to bed. Everything felt wrong, slightly off in some way, but she couldn’t figure out why. The first indication that it was going to be a bad day was the overwhelming sense of dread that she felt from being under the plush comforter. Usually blankets helped her feel safe, her favourite place to hide when she was anxious, but this morning she found herself kicking them off in frustration. She was glad Sarah wasn’t in bed at the time because she didn’t want to disturb her, she just needed to get the feeling to go away. She never wore pants to bed for that reason, hating the way things felt against her legs, like she was being constricted. Due to this, pants were a sensory nightmare for Ava but unfortunately they were necessary in everyday life.

She didn’t notice the way she immediately started toe walking on her way to the bathroom, heels never touching the floor. It was a habit she had had since she was a child, never knowing it was a symptom of sensory issues in adulthood, and was the primary cause of her recurrent ankle strains. She hated the way most floors felt and wanted her steps to be as quiet as possible, so she was almost always walking with her weight on her toes. It didn’t stop her from flinching at the feeling of the cold linoleum on her feet though, she hated the way it squeaked when she moved too quickly.

It took her awhile to do her hair, every gentle brush sent little shocks across her scalp, like a million pinpricks. She hated this feeling, the way it made her head fuzzy and feeling like someone was doing acupuncture against her will. It wasn’t supposed to happen, she knew that, but it did and she couldn’t make it stop. She decided that curling her hair wasn’t an option, settling for a quick french braid even though the feeling of her own fingers in her hair made her anxious.

She managed to brush her teeth and wash her face with no issue. The discomfort arose again when she tried to get dressed, though. She crept back to the bedroom, flinching when her braid brushed against her neck in a way that didn’t feel right. That day would be hell, she guessed, unsure of how she would even manage to handle putting on shoes let alone surgical gloves. She had set out a pair of scrubs the night before, folded neatly on top of the dresser, but Ava didn’t even want to pick them up at that point. She managed to pull the offending fabric up her legs, hating the way the scrub pants clung to her hips. She already wanted to cry, frustrated with her own mind for being so dramatic.

Sarah had been in the kitchen, going over case notes from that week and nursing a cup of coffee with way too much Splenda. She was tired, it had been a long four days, and she was looking forward to her day off that Saturday. She still needed to get through Friday first though, but she was waiting on her girlfriend so they could carpool to work. She had heard Ava in the bathroom, assuming she was just getting dressed, but she seemed to be taking longer than usual. The surgeon liked to be punctual so Sarah decided to check on her, intending on reminding her of the elective surgery she had that afternoon.

Sarah wasn’t shocked to happen upon the sight she did, though she felt her heart sink a little. Ava was on the floor in front of their full length mirror, clad in her scrub pants but still topless. The shirt in question was in her hands but she was holding it away from her as if it would bite her, which in Ava’s state of mind the concept was believable. Her girlfriend must have caught her reflection in the mirror because she turned to look at Sarah, frustrated tears welling in her eyes.

The psychiatrist was on the floor with her in seconds, taking the scrub top from her gently. When the hated fabric left her hands Ava couldn’t hold back her tears, shaking out her hands aggressively as if it would help her forget the texture.

“Avey, breathe,” Sarah reminded her gently, knowing she was probably way too far in her head at that point.

“T-too much…”

“I know,” she agreed, gently taking her hand when she saw the way her fists kept clenching and unclenching. That stim usually indicated that Ava’s derma was kicking in, the surgeon trying her hardest to avoid scratching at her skin. When her sensory issues acted up any texture could make her feel like she was covered in bugs, the only remedy her brain could come up with was to scratch until her skin was raw. It didn’t help, usually it only made the bad feelings worse, but in the moment she found it almost painful fight the urge.

“Hey, look at me,” Sarah coaxed her to meet her eyes, “What do you need, Ava?”

“D-don’t know…” Ava mumbled and tried to focus on the soothing feeling of Sarah’s thumb running over the back of her hand, “Need to… w-work.”

“Baby, we both know that won’t be a good idea today,” she replied gently, “This won’t get better if you push yourself.”

Ava huffed, annoyed once again that her sensory disorder was getting in the way of normal life. The last meltdown she had before a surgery had landed her in Goodwin’s office after she was discharged, the other woman chastising her for trying to work while not stable. She was trying to get Ava to agree to occupational therapy, even threatened to suspend her if she had another meltdown; as if Ava could control that. She knew therapy would probably help but she hated the idea of it. She was already seeing Doctor Charles every month, any more would feel suffocating and like she was admitting defeat. She didn’t like appearing weak, even though that’s all she felt as of late.

“S-sweater?”

Sarah nodded, “You want your sweater? I think it’s in the closet.”

The crewneck they were referring to wasn’t even Ava’s, not originally. It was Sarah’s, one from her medical school days, but Ava had immediately taken to it. It was grey, with the school logo in the centre, but it was the softest fabric either of the women owned. It always smelled like Sarah’s perfume, probably because she made sure it did since it kept Ava calm. More often than not it was the blonde who was wearing the thing anyway, affectionately dubbed her comfort sweater or just “her sweater”, it made her feel safer than anything else. Whenever she had a bad sensory day, that sweater was one of the only articles of clothing she could handle. It reminded her of Sarah and that made Ava feel better on even her worst days.

After a few moments, Sarah had coaxed her onto the bed again. She helped her out of her scrubs, knowing the pants would only make her more agitated if she left them on. The second Sarah handed her the sweater she adored so much, Ava pulled it over her head, fingers clinging to the cool-grey fabric tightly. She couldn’t help but smile when she visibly relaxed a bit; it wasn’t much but it was a start.

“I’m going to go call in, okay?” Sarah told her gently, “Then we can sit or take a nap, whatever you need.”

Ava nodded, mind still a little fuzzy. She didn’t feel okay yet, she knew it was never that easy, but the familiar soft fabric helped. She ran her fingers up and down her arm, a repetitive, self-soothing motion that kept her occupied. She was scared to lay down, afraid the invisible bug sensation would return if she tried to get comfortable. So she just stared at the wall, waiting for Sarah’s comforting presence to return.

Unfortunately, something still wasn't right. All of a sudden, a sinking feeling of dread hit Ava again and she felt like she was suffocating. Her hands immediately went to her throat, searching for any exposed skin because she needed to feel in control of something. She stopped herself before she could scratch or pick at the delicate area though, frustrated because she knew if Charles saw any wounds at her next session he would try to up her medication again. She still couldn’t control herself completely, needing to do something to get this horrible feeling to go away. Before she even thought of the consequences, Ava’s hands found her head and she hit herself repeatedly, as if she was trying to beat the thoughts away. This never ended well, knowing self-injury stims were all bad and only fed the anxiety, but she couldn't help it.

“Ava, no,” Sarah’s voice was barely audible to her though, not even noticing her there until she grabbed her hands. Ava tried to fight it, yanking against her hold and whining in both frustration and pain because she felt like she needed to stim like this. Her girlfriend didn’t waver though, holding onto her wrists loosely as she spoke firmly but not in an unkind tone.

“You know I can’t let you hurt yourself, Avey. I’m sorry, just breathe. The urge will pass.”

“No!”

“Ava, my love, look at me,” it took a bit more coaxing before the other woman could make eye contact. She was crying again, upset with herself and completely overstimulated. Everything was way too much and she didn’t know how to stop it. Her head ached from crying and from hitting herself and she was ashamed of her behaviour. She just wanted it to end and she told Sarah that much.

“I know,” she answered carefully, “But hurting yourself doesn’t help anyone. Do you want to lay down?”

After a bit of hesitation, Ava nodded, loosening the tight fists she had her hands clenched in. She let Sarah lay her down, gently tugging on her wrist to let her know she wanted her to stay. She was still crying, cheeks red and she was shaking a little, but Ava wasn’t showing any more anger with herself. She was exhausted and probably well on her way to a shutdown, so Sarah wanted to make sure she was as comfortable as possible.

“Is this okay?” Sarah asked carefully as she laid on her side of the bed, keeping space between them initially so she didn’t overwhelm Ava.

There was a lull in any response, leaving Sarah unsure if Ava was going nonverbal or just trying to think before she answered. Ava did turn her head to look at her, reddened eyes blinking rapidly to force herself to focus. Her girlfriend gave her a reassuring smile, which widened when she reached for her hand.

“B-blanket?”

“Which one do you want, love?”

Sarah was confused when Ava shook her head, “No.”

“No?”

Another tug on her wrist and a mumbled, “You,” made Sarah understand, unable to stifle a small laugh. Ava had a weighted blanket for situations like this, where she was overwhelmed and needed to feel secure. The gentle pressure did help sometimes but she often complained that the beads inside it dug into her skin or the silky blanket was too cold. Sarah knew Ava just preferred to have her be her “blanket” instead, calmed by the close contact and even pressure of Sarah laying on her. She never complained of course, anything to make her girlfriend feel better; besides, it was comfortable for her too.

Climbing across the mattress, Sarah giggled when Ava tugged her down. She teased her for being impatient, settling down on her girlfriend so she wasn’t putting too much weight on her in one spot. She felt Ava relax a little under her, cold hands snaking under her Gaffney fleece to keep warm and also hold Sarah closer.

“Better?”

Ava nodded slowly, breathing out as if she was trying to regulate herself again, and offering Sarah a weak smile. Sarah just leaned down to kiss her cheek gently, reassuring her that she was doing well. The blonde did feel better, though there was still that nagging anxiety in the pit of her stomach. That wouldn’t go away for a while, she knew that, but being with Sarah did help. When her girlfriend rested her head on her shoulder, drawing repetitive patterns over the soft grey fabric covering her side, Ava felt safe. Slowly she relaxed enough to let her eyes fall shut, exhausted from the sensory overload that had decided to plague her before the day even began.

“Take a rest, baby,” Sarah said softly, “I’m not going anywhere.”

[trying-write-fanfics]

Shouji Mezo X Reader Remember part 10

Kirishima was one of the students who didn’t have much of a relationship built with Y/n, but he knew she had a lot going on. He also wanted to know why she bugged Bakugo so much. 

“So your father called you? Are you guys close?” Kiri asked. 

“Not really, I bet you he just found out that I wasn’t home.” Y/n told him. 

“Wait why would it take this long?”

“Campaign stuff has him traveling all the time.” Y/n said. “He’s got an image to keep.”

“Oh that’s gotta suck. Are you nervous?”

“No, he’s more chill than my mom. When I was in the hospital after Aizawa messed my shoulder up, she didn’t even go in to see me. I had no idea she was dealing with my case until he told me.” Y/n explained. 

“What! That’s insane!” Kirishima couldn’t believe it. “You don’t even know how long you’re gonna be here do you?”

“Do you? I think it’s all conditional, like till something big happens. Like I mess up or the case reopens”

“I hope nothing else bad happens, we already had that attack on the USJ.”

“You guys didn’t catch the main guy though, you think they’ll give up?” Y/b asked

“Well we’ve been preparing if he doesn’t!” Kirishima told her before she got to the front office. 

Y/n was hesitant to pick up the phone. Her and her father had to of known the call would be recorded, but what was off limits. Everything she knew was isolated, she didn’t know what information was completely public. Her dad has to know why she was here? He does have the number.

“Hi dad! You miss me?” She asked cheerfully.

“Y/n, it’s so good to hear your voice. I got home yesterday and noticed you weren’t there. I thought you were out with friends, but you never answered your phone. I was so worried. You mother filled me in.” He told her. 

“Are you upset?” She asked.

“No, no. I figured each of my kids would have a scandal  at some point.” He joked. “I could yell at you to be more careful or to stop what you’re doing, but I figured out heroes are doing that already.”

“Is mom in denial about it?”

“You’re a good kid, worrying about your parents, but we’ll be okay. I still have to tell your siblings. They’re all over the board.”

“They won’t care too much I bet. I don’t think we’re gonna watch fireworks this year.” Y/n said. 

“Ha, Ha, that’s your big concern right now?” 

“Yeah, that’s when you guys let me scream all I want.” She told him. 

“We’ll all watch fireworks again, I promise.”

“Do you think you can tell mom to send me some of her homemade painkillers? I’ve been quirk training.”

 That's when the mood of the call changed.

“Y/n I thought we told you to not use your quirk! You don’t have to listen to every single thing these people tell you! Don’t they see the side effects?”

“I have a bit of a hard time using it, sometimes it just goes off.”

“Y/n you have controlled that before. You just have to try harder to suppress it. What were you doing when we were gone and you were home alone?”

She test drived anything in the house ranging from alcohol, mislabeled medication in the cabinet, to website mixes on things to relieve pain. She thought alcohol could help because all the tv shows had drunk people drunk to “not feel anything.”

“I would try to sleep it off, but I can’t do that here.” She put in a white little lie. 

“Your mother doesn’t make drugs, don’t say such silly things. I called to check on you and you seem fine other than the teachers forcing you to use your quirk.” Was her father’s goodbye.

No “love you”, she didn’t even get to say bye. Y/n walked and saw the secretary perk up to try and pretend they didn’t witness such an awkward phone call. The gloomy cloud formed as the conversation set in. Outside the front office, she felt too far away from her dorm. She wanted to be hidden. 

 What kept her strong for so long was though she knew her parents weren’t perfect, no one was. They loved her though. They just had bad ways of showing it. The worse thing they did to her wasn’t because of a punishment, but to further their dreams and ideals. They were confident they could achieve it through their children and Y/n was their last hope. Her body wasn’t strong enough, though they failed, Y/n did too. They did their best to accommodate Y/n’s life with her body weakening. They tried to redeem themselves, to protect their daughter. 

 Students flood the halls as their classes were done for the day. She was holding the tears back. Her parents were two people who had dreams, who thought they could handle parenting and their goals at the same time, merging them. They could try again if she could manage her quirk. Find a bathroom, no one will be in there. However in the fret of looking for one, her face crashed into someone. She pulled back quickly, before realizing who it was she was already apologizing.

“Sorry….I’m so sorry I’m just-“ her voice shook as she was still looking around. 

“Are you okay?” 

Looking up, it was Shouji. Why did it have to be a class 1-A student? She already knew what her face looked like. She had so many lonely nights that she couldn’t help to look in the mirror and how her face would break into a sob. She was doing her best not to shatter yet, not in front of the school. 

“Yeah, you saw me kick Iida’s ass.” She tried proving her case.

“I thought you said you shouldn’t compare yourself to others.” 

“You got me there!” She fought against the tears harder. If she could smile they wouldn’t leak out. 

“Do you have to go back to the classroom?” He asked her.

Probably. 

“Yeah, I just figured I’d take the long way.”

“How was the phone call with your father?”

Right in the weak spot. He wasn’t playing games. Straight to the point. 

“It was good enough, you know how dads can be.”

“I didn’t think they were all the same.”

“Well he’s a normal guy nothing weird.” She told him trying to walk away. 

“You’re going the wrong way.” He told her. 

Fuck! She was going towards the bathroom. 

“Well have to pee.” She lied. 

 Going into the bathroom she found no one. It was just like when she was in school. No one goes to the bathroom at the end of the day. She took the paper towel and let her eyes tear up and flow out. She held the sobs back. If everyone wanted to be a hero and heard her cry they’d be nosy and want to know what’s wrong. Today she couldn’t rationalize her dad’s words. Maybe he was just trying to protect her, but he didn’t listen. When she went for lunch the quirk activated on her foot pushing her forward down the stairs. She had to use her hands to save herself. It wasn’t shocking to her or the family she had poor control over it, but everyone thought it was easier than it was to constantly hold back. The painkillers lessen the effects of power. Instead of bleeding, sometimes it would bruise. The breathing problems would have blood. The pills would make her more tired, but numb so of the effects. She wanted them if they were gonna make her use her quirk. 

 Looking into the mirror her eyes weren’t ass puffy, and she didn’t look too bad. No tear streaks. Y/n felt good about that at least.

“You never cease to amaze me, body!” She told herself. 

 Y/n opened the door and found Shouji there, waiting. 

“What are you doing!” She yelled at him. 

“I didn’t know if you used your quirk or not, you could have fainted in the bathroom and no one would know.” He told her. 

“What a sweet hero you are. Now I’m fine, so no more worries!” She told him. 

“I don’t know enough about you to trust you won’t faint.”

“Fine, follow me!” She yelled. She really did lose her right to privacy!

He probably used his ear hands to ease drop. He wasn’t saying much as they walked back to the classroom. The silence was the worst. Were dots being connected? Could his ears listen to her thoughts and read her mind?

“I wanna go to the grocery store so bad, I need a self care day after sitting in a classroom all day so damn much. It’s too much of a change being around so many damn people. You might feel the same having so many ears and noses! You probably get overstimulated and stuff!” Y/n rambled, hoping to throw his thoughts somewhere else. 

“Yeah it gets like that.”he said being vague as possible, only furthering her frustrations.

“How are you so chill about it! If I get slightly uncomfortable I make a scene!” Y/n said loudly.

“You tried hiding.”

“That doesn’t count! If I was with my family I’d tell them I threw up somewhere in the house and forgot where!” Y/n said. “This one time when I was like 6 since my parents were gone all the time my older brother got a dog and a cat because they didn’t notice for two years. Once they found out they couldn’t do anything because we had gotten away with it so long and we were hella responsible.” 

 “How was the phone call with your father.” Aizawa asked because they got to the class, hoping he would not have to hear more about Y/n’s secret cat as a child. 

“Oh why tell you! You’ll be listening to it anyway! And look, your gold star student escorted me all the way back here!” She pointed at Shouji. 

“Thank you Shouji.” Aizawa said. “You probably have some studying you want to get to.”

“I’ll get going.” Shouji bowed.

Y/n’s nerves were calming down as she was helping Aizawa with paper work. He had already listened to the phone call. The phone call didn’t have enough evidence that Y/n’s parents have experimented on her, and even if they did it can’t be proven how harsh it was. Testing has happened to save lives. Her family could have lessened her quirk to save her life. Doubt it, but still a possibility.  Aizawa already filled the holes in himself. The isolation tactic was to silence her from reaching out to anyone. 

“If you need something to take care of the pain, I can take you to the pharmacy or a doctor to run some tests.” Aizawa told her.

 Her general provider was a doctor who worked for her mother. The numbers couldn’t have been all real. 

“It’s fine. I’ve managed my quirk this long.”

“Poorly.”

The emotions were boiling over. Everyone has always been so quick to judge, so quick to label. Why was she being singled out? Was it because of her crimes? Everyone breaks the law sometime! Aizawa has probably made a mountain of mistakes surely!

“What do you even know? All you have is a faux file.” She growled. “My parents love me and want what’s best for me. That’s why I’ve been following your stupid rules and not escaping so they don’t have to worry anymore.”

 It was silly when she heard it out loud. Why did she commit crimes in the first place? If she cared about her parent’s concern, why then?

[javocjovian]

Table Manners, SPN ABO Bingo

Title: Table Manners Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17444402/chapters/49532051 Square Filled: Voyeurism (ABO) Ship: Wincest Rating: E Tags: Blowjobs, Throat-Knotting, Face-fucking, Agoraphilia (risk of getting caught in public), Exhibitionism/Voyeurism/Martymachlia, Teasing, Forced Orgasm, Dean is a little shit, Alpha!Sam, unspecified!Dean Summary: Dean repays Sam for a fantastic face-fucking session, but a simple blow job turns kinky when Castiel arrives unexpected. Word Count: 2078

Created for @spnabobingo Beta-ed by IndridGrey

Quote:

"I think I found a case.”

Dean knew that meant 'let me read,' so he stopped talking, idly rubbing his shoulders and staring at the ceiling.

Inspired by boredom, Dean slipped roguishly out of his chair and disappeared under the table. Sam was so absorbed in his research that he hadn’t noticed—until he felt Dean undoing his jeans.

(x)

Table Manners 

It was one of those boring bunker days when Sam and Dean couldn’t find anything to hunt. Castiel was busy doing angel things, whatever those were, and there wasn’t a single thing Dean could do to the Impala. She was perfect. Bored and restless, Dean went into Sam’s room looking for something to occupy his mind.

Unfortunately, Sam was about as helpful as Castiel in the 'let's have fun' department. After Sam suggested they update the old Men of Letters’ catalog system, which would involve going through every dusty file in the place, Dean felt like banging his head on the wall.

"God, you're so boring," he groaned. Before Sam could retort, Dean sighed and said, "Guess I'll go masturbate for eight hours. Don't wait up." Dean said it as a joke, but when Sam gave him a surprisingly dirty look, Dean added, "Unless you want to join me."

Sam looked at Dean appraisingly, then put his book down.

"Oh hell yes," Dean said at once.

Within minutes they were making out on Sam's bed. Dean got naked first and, since Sam was being so agreeable, he pushed Sam down and climbed on top of him.

With Sam's enthusiastic consent, Dean was soon straddling Sam’s chest and panting, his dick down Sam's throat. Their fingers were intertwined above Sam’s head and Dean was hunched over him, rocking his hips into his mouth over and over again.

Waves of curses and praise left his lips as Sam’s warm, wet suction swallowed him up. Sam never thought he was very good at this, but Dean clearly disagreed. He was sweating and moaning in satisfaction. His muscles were taut and his thighs were quivering on either side of Sam’s neck. When he started rubbing Sam’s fingers with his own, Sam knew he was close.

"Oh fuck, Sammy...that's so good…."

Sam hollowed his cheeks and shut his eyes, letting Dean go all out. It wasn’t entirely pleasant, but the sounds Dean was making were well worth it. Dean’s mouth fell open and he came down the back of Sam’s tongue with a messy groan. Sam grabbed Dean's ass encouragingly, idly touching himself. When he pulled out Dean looked like he'd just run a mile.

“You came in my mouth, how’d you get it in my hair?” Sam asked moments later as he toweled himself off.

Dean was on his back on the bed, his eyes closed in bliss. “I’m that good,” he said with a smile. “Come here and I’ll return the favor.”

“Yeah, okay." Sam smirked. "Just let me clean up.”

Dean grunted his acknowledgement as Sam got out of bed.

But by the time Sam returned, Dean was passed out and snoring softly with his arm over his face. Sam scoffed in disbelief. He had half a mind to take care of business right next to him, but he decided he didn't have the heart. So instead he grabbed his book and laid down beside Dean.

 Dean woke up slightly confused. Once he recalled why he was naked in Sam’s bed, he grinned to himself and got up. Sam wasn't there, nor was he in his bathroom, so Dean got dressed and padded into the hallway.

He found Sam at the library table doing research on his laptop.

“Hey.”

Sam looked over his shoulder. "Good morning." He held back a smirk.

Dean smiled sheepishly. “Guess I was tired,” he apologized.

"It's fine," Sam sighed. "It's not like I haven't done that to you before."

"Yeah, when you're in heat."

Sam glanced at Dean, flushing slightly, but Dean could tell he was off the hook. Counting his blessings, he sat down beside Sam and watched him work. “You really are good at that, you know.”

Sam knew what he was talking about, and couldn't help but feel a little proud. “Yeah, I guessed that much," he teased.

Dean smiled shamelessly and stretched. “Well, I’ll still repay you.”

“Fine. But not now, I think I found a case.”

Dean knew that meant 'let me read,' so he stopped talking, idly rubbing his shoulders and staring at the ceiling. It had started to rain at some point; Dean could hear it in the background under Sam’s clacking keyboard.

Inspired by boredom, Dean slipped roguishly out of his chair and disappeared under the table. Sam was so absorbed in his research that he hadn’t noticed—until he felt Dean undoing his jeans.

The clacking stopped.

“Dean. What are you doing?”

“Just ignore me. Keep doing your research.”

“Uh-huh."

Dean could hear him smiling.

Sam sighed slightly when he felt Dean pull his boxers down, his eyes no longer absorbing a single thing he read.

“Dean...” he started, but the next thing he knew his cock was being enveloped by warmth and a smooth, slick tongue was feeling up his shaft. Sam bit back a groan.

Dean smirked internally. Sam wasn't like other Alphas—it was exceptionally hard to rile him up unless he was in heat—so anytime Dean got the upper hand, he ran with it.

He sucked Sam’s cock into his mouth, enjoying the little jumps and sighs he got out of his younger brother. He’d been doing this since they were teens, and years of experience made him dangerously proficient at pleasuring Sam. He knew all the spots that made his toes curl, and all the ways to make sure he wasn’t looking at that laptop above Dean’s head. Sure enough, he spotted Sam gripping the table rather than typing.

It took a lot to get Sam to moan, but after some extended attention to his slit—Dean knew he was somewhat of a masochist and loved the overstimulation— Sam finally broke. He moaned, and Dean fought back a smile.

The sound cut off when the bunker door opened upstairs. Dean stopped to listen and felt Sam freeze up.

Castiel’s familiar footsteps echoed down the bunker-steps.

“Hello, Sam.”

“Cas! Hi!”

Dean heard a long pause.

“...Are you alright?”

Dean grinned and resumed sucking Sam's cock under the table.

Sam's palm hit the table rather forcefully. “Uh… fine. Great! Actually. H...how are you?”

Dean could hear Sam’s jaw clenching around every word, but Dean was on an adrenaline high now and he had no intention of leaving without bringing Sam to orgasm. He heard a chair scuff behind him and Castiel sitting down to chat, despite what Dean was sure were clear signs that Sam wanted to be left alone.

 Sam and Castiel had a perfectly normal conversation while Dean hid, tormenting Sam’s cock with pleasure. It was a perfectly normal conversation to Castiel, anyway. Sam kept shutting his eyes and stuttering when Dean swallowed. When Dean played with head, Sam's voice would raise mid sentence. Every attempt to shake Castiel off failed miserably.

Then, to Dean's surprise, he felt something that usually only happened during Sam's rut, or during a really kinky fuck fest: Sam's knot was starting to swell.

“Sam? Are you…ill? You’re sweating.”

Dean swallowed a laugh.

“Actually, uh, I didn’t sleep w...well….”

He tried to kick Dean off but Dean was determined now. Sam was knotting—it was taking a little longer than usual, but he was actually knotting—and Dean was thrilled. He could feel Sam's knees shaking and he could taste precum leaking down his throat, but he was determined to see this through regardless of the consequences.

“...C...could you make some coffee? Please?”

Castiel was silent for a moment, but then he got up at last.

The chair scuffed again and Sam sighed in relief. Dean used his momentary relaxation to swallow around his knot, and Sam groaned reflexively, like he’d been holding it in for too long.

Castiel stopped.

Sam transformed it into a fake cough and Castiel went into the kitchen looking concerned. Sam really did kick Dean that time.

“You’re a monster,” he muttered to the table.

“You luffit,” Dean muttered back, his mouth full of cock.

Sam shuddered and moaned quietly. He was getting off on this. Big time. He was so close. He just needed Dean to keep using his tongue like that. Just a little more...

“Sam?”

Sam looked up quickly, biting his lip. He was about to fully knot Dean's throat. “Yeah?” His voice was higher than ever.

Castiel must have reappeared in the doorway. "Do you take cream or sugar?”

“Uh, neither...” Sam’s voice died in his throat. He clenched his jaw and shut his eyes for a split second, and before he could stop it, he came down Dean’s throat in blinding relief, fully knotting Dean's mouth.

A shockwave of pleasure made him jerk against the table. It was all the more intense for having to hide it. His eyes watered and he made a funny sound in his throat. All he wanted to do was put his head down on the table and fuck Dean’s mouth. “N...neither, Cas. Thanks!”

Castiel nodded slowly and disappeared.

Sam collapsed against his laptop, shaking. Dean kept up the suction as hard as he could, and Sam whined quietly, trembling all over in bliss.

Dean didn't dare move now, and Sam knew it. Dean was trapped—for how long, Sam didn't know. He hadn't knotted outside of a rut in a while, but it normally took a long time for it to go back down. Still, Sam could practically see the cocky, triumphant look on Dean's face.

Castiel brought Sam a cup of coffee and Sam nodded in thanks. Dean, his throat full of cock, listened as Castiel sat back down.

"Sam, you really don't look well. Are you sure you're not sick?"

Dean rumbled a silent laugh, and Sam felt the light vibrations on his sensitized knot. He nearly choked on his coffee.

"I'm sure, Cas, th...thanks."

"Perhaps, if you'd let me…"

Dean heard someone shift over the table, then Sam leaned back, dragging Dean forward slightly.

"No! Uh, really, I'll be fine. How...how were things in Heaven?"

Castiel sighed in defeat, and began to tell Sam about his latest excursion into the sandbox.

Under the table, Dean could tell that Sam had just narrowly avoided Castiel grace-touching him because, far from 'curing' Sam of his nonexistent illness, Dean was sure Castiel would have sensed exactly what was going on if he had entered Sam's mind.

After a few minutes of conversation, Dean began to feel Sam's knot deflate. Sam had gone silent, feigning interest in Castiel's story perhaps, but Dean knew he was zoning out. The post-orgasm high was hitting him. He always did this after he popped his knot—it was as if he'd used up all his energy fucking and needed a well-earned rest. Dean called it his sex hangover, and it always filled Dean with explicable pride, especially now.

Once Sam deflated fully, Dean eased him out of his mouth. Dean's throat was sore as hell but he'd never had more fun blowing Sam. He gave Sam's spent cock a lingering kiss, and smirked when he heard Sam's mug nearly topple over.

"Uh, hey, could you get me another cup?" Sam interrupted Castiel.

Castiel went silent, but he got up again.

Dean hastily redid Sam's pants and was out from under the table by the time Castiel came back with more coffee. Sam barely had time to quietly yell at him.

“Hey Cas,” Dean greeted him casually, “I didn’t realize you were here.”

Sam wanted to elbow him but he was too shaky, so he just glared at him instead. Still, the glazed look in his eyes was undeniable and it made Dean grin like an idiot.

“Oh, hello, Dean," Castiel said, clearly wondering where he'd come from. "Um, would you like some coffee?”

“Please.”

Castiel paused, as if suddenly wondering how he’d become their waiter, but then went back into the kitchen.

Sam turned on Dean at once. “I am going to kill you.”

Dean grinned victoriously. “Uh-huh. Sure you are. I’ve never heard you moan like that. Was it that good?”

Sam glared harder. Dean’s expression was so cheeky that Sam couldn’t keep it up, though. He felt better than he had in days, even if he looked like he'd just been in a hurricane. He broke into an exasperated smile.

"Next time we're inviting Cas to watch," Dean murmured playfully in Sam's ear, putting an arm around him. "You never knot out of heat, you kinky son-of-a—"

Castiel returned and Dean flew off Sam, who cleared his throat and was red in the face.

"Hey, Cas, thanks." Dean took the steaming mug from Cas without missing a beat, then sat down beside Sam.

The three of them chatted for a while and Castiel was relieved to see Sam looking much better. In fact, both Sam and Dean looked better than usual and, after a confusing bit of hostility from Sam had faded, they seemed to be getting along better than ever.

Before Castiel left he said he needed to come by for coffee more often, and Sam privately agreed.

[kumkaniudaku]

Control

A/N: Third time trying to post this. Anyway, thanks to @texasbama and @soldierandawar for the idea. This has elements of overstimulation for @mixedmelanin and (hopefully) hot smut for @httpjex ‘s birthday. Enjoy.

Warnings: SMUT (18 + content only)

Mouth hung open and eyes wide, you stood in front of the large mirror of your suite’s master bathroom applying the finishing touches for the night’s makeup look. The beautiful view of Central Park provided natural lighting for your dressing routine, but if you asked Chadwick, it couldn’t hold a candle to the woman he was looking at.

Your yellow, silk robe hung from your golden shoulders, almost giving your husband a peek at your bare chest. With his body angled against the bathroom door, he watched you with a smile as you prepared for your first invite to Rihanna’s annual Diamond Ball.

“You look beautiful, T,” he complimented, pushing his body off the door frame to stand behind you. “Finest mother of two I’ve ever seen.”

“Haven’t you seen Beyonce? Don’t be disrespectful,” you laughed. He joined you while using his nose to direct your head upward. Satisfied with the position, he placed lingering kisses along your jawline.

“It could be a thousand Beyonce’s in the room, and I’m still leaving with you.”

“What about a thousand Rihanna’s?”

“Now you’re pushing it!”

You playfully pushed him away to continue the rest of your routine. Turning to him, you held two lipstick components in front of your mouth for him to judge. “Gloss or matte?”

“Whichever one won’t come off when I’m kissing you.”

“Who says I want to kiss you,” you questioned while lining your lips with a chestnut lip liner. Chadwick didn’t speak, instead choosing to smirk at you. Looking at him through the mirror, you mentally began to retract your statement. His shoulders and chest glistened in the setting sun, matching the diamond-like gleam in his fresh haircut and facial hair. His trousers hung low and unzipped on his waist to reveal the briefs underneath, and it took all of your willpower to redirect your thoughts and focus on getting dressed. It didn’t matter what man walked into the event space tonight; you knew yours was the shit. 

“Okay, so I lied. Sue me.”

Chadwick followed you into the bedroom, laughing and joking about the comment Micah made about ‘babysitting’ Noah while at her auntie’s house in Harlem. During the conversation, you turned your back to slide out of your robe and start the process of putting on the evening’s attire. As you stood in only a nude thong, your husband’s mind wandered to the surprises he had for you. If all went well, his plan would lead to the intimacy he craved since Noah’s arrival. He agreed to give you space to heal and recalibrate but, the gentle kisses and naughty touches made him want to return to space between your legs.

“Aaron, can you help me with this,” you asked, motioning toward the zipper on the back of your dress.

He shot up from his relaxed position on the bed, eager to run his fingers down the smooth skin of your back. Holding the front of your dress kept your breast covered while he wiggled the zipper up and clasped the hook at the top. In a moment of truth, you let out the breath you were holding to test the limits of the satin material. You chose the metallic rose pink silk double satin gown from Ralph and Russo’s Fall 15/16 line for two reasons: the corset to hold in the post-baby tummy and the thigh-high slit in the front to get your man’s attention.

Slowly leaking the pent-up breath in your lungs, you dropped your shoulders in relief when you found that there was ample room to function in the dress. Chadwick stared at you with an unreadable expression.

“What,” you panicked. “Is it ugly? Does it look too small? I knew my body wasn’t ready yet. Fuck!”

His few seconds of silence fueled an anxiety charged rant on the current shape of your body. After Micah was born, it only took four months to get back in pre-baby shape. You were lean again, boasting a set of defined abs and the perky ass that drew Chadwick’s hands in like a magnet. Now, with Noah approaching the four-month milestone, your body clung to the extra weight. Your stomach still carried a little pudge and your back had enough rolls to feed a dinner table. Despite your husband’s best efforts to remind you of your beauty, the tiny voice of self-deprecation occasionally reared its ugly head.

Chadwick’s large hands gripped your waist to stop your nervous pacing and steady you in front of him. “What did I tell you?”

“That I am gorgeous inside and out,” you mumbled, your eye roll mirroring Micah’s signature expression and making him smile.

“Exactly. So, stop this shit. I don’t care about your stomach or the extra jiggle in your back and thighs. You had my son, my namesake,” he swiped his finger against your bottom lip before adding a kiss. “Plus, I’m trying to use that pudge for grip when I’m diggin’ you from the back. This dress is gonna get you in trouble.”

“Stop it!” You bashfully hit his chest, turning your face away to hide your smile. His slender fingers cupped your face to bring your eyes to meet his.

“I got some something for you.” The low tone of his voice indicated that whatever was waiting for you not an innocent gift.

You nodded your approval and waiting for him to return from the dresser drawers nearby. In his hands, he held two large ivory boxes tied in gold bows. You squealed in excitement as he removed the bows and began to open the first box.

“Since this is the Diamond Ball, I couldn’t let my lady show up without diamonds.” The Cartier d’Amour earrings and matching d’Amour necklace danced in the sunlight to match the twinkle in his eye.

Your mouth hung open in shock and concern, “Baby, I know these were expensive. You didn’t have to do this.”

“Let me worry about expenses. You focus on holding your hair up so I can put this necklace on.”

Following his directions, you lifted your natural blowout and twist to give him space to clasp the jewelry around your neck before kissing the chain for good measure. He watched you put on your earring with a smile, loving the way you examined yourself in the mirror.

“These are incredible, Aaron. Thank you so much.”

“It’s no problem,” he answered, waving you off. “Anything for you.”

A long kiss and utterances of ‘I love you’ passed between your lips in appreciation for his unexpected gift. “There’s still one more box. What’s in that one?”

“How about you open it,” he whispered against your ear, pulling the lobe between his teeth.

You hissed at the sensation as you bit your lip to keep your composure. A trembling hand reached to grab the last box while still wrapped in Chadwick’s arms. When the lid slid off the box, you turned your head in confusion. A matte pink bullet vibrator sat nestled between grey foam beside a rose gold remote. You could sense Chadwick’s cheeky grin before you turned around, flicking on the light bulb in your head.

“You want to use this when we get back tonight,” you flirted. “I think I’m ready to have you back inside.”

He let out a shaky breath as your tongue swiped against a spot on his clavicle, “We’re using this tonight. As in while we’re in public.”

“What? How?”

“Well...you’ll insert this bad boy,” he explained, handing you the bullet vibrator. “And I’ll take control with this little guy.”

You were mortified but intrigued. “You’re telling me you have control of this thing all night while it’s inside of me?”

“Unless you don’t want to. But, if you’re the same woman that begged to suck my dick in Whole Food’s parking lot just because, I think you’ll like it.”

“Let’s do it,” you answered, almost too eagerly. The thought of him having control of your orgasm made your knees weak. You never considered the fact that you were dealing with a notorious prankster. All you saw was this experiment turning into you grabbing his hand and saying goodbye to your friends to end the night early.

He chuckled at your reaction before turning your body and motioning for you to get on all fours on the bed. His hand searched the front of your body for your split, pulling the excess fabric up to bunch around your waist. “Hold that for me, baby.”

You did so with no hesitation as he removed the bullet from your hand. Using the tip, he slid it slowly down the damp spot on your panties, smiling at the way you squirmed in anticipation.

“Do you trust me, baby?”

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Can I get you ready for tonight?”

“Please!”

He nodded behind you before he hooked two fingers around your panties and pulled them down. The wetness from your core clung to the material, providing a mouth-watering show for your husband. His palm pressed against your back firmly to deepen your arch and expose your sweetest parts in their rawest form. He cursed to himself as he watched your pussy open up like a flower, the sight causing his erection to strain against his briefs. As much as he wanted to re-introduce himself to your body, he reminded himself that tonight was about you.

Chadwick’s knees dropped to the floor so that he could get eye to eye with your prize. He tongue tested and tasted the waters as he licked broad paths against your slit. The wet slurping and sucking turned you on more than words could describe. Being careful not to bury your face in the white pillows and smear your makeup, you bit down on the top of one to contain your embarrassing screams.

He grunted a long ‘mmm’ into your pussy while his nose brushed against your clit. Your grinding and wiggling against his face let him know that he hadn’t lost his skill during the brief hiatus and convinced him to do more. The tip of his tongue spelled his first, middle and last name around your clit in invisible to ink to mark his territory. You shivered involuntarily as he rounded off the ‘o’ in Aaron, realizing that he still had eight letters to go. Your vision was blurring and his moans of approval began to muffle in your ear to form a euphoric ringing in the background.

“I missed this,” he spoke against your inner thigh. “You’re still as sweet as I remember, Sunshine.” He sucked at your sensitive bundle to create a soft vacuum of undeniable pleasure. Letting go with a smack, he kissed the spot. “You missed Daddy’s mouth?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

He chuckled, “I can tell. You’re so wet for me.” Changing the pace, he easily slid the vibrator inside and turned on the lowest setting to prepare you.

You hips rolled at the sensation, enjoying the vibration inside and the light tapping against your clit. You called out his name, earning another level of pleasure from the remote. The more intense vibrating and his warm tongue kissing circles on your ass cheek made you let out a foreign squeak.

After showing each cheek equal attention, he spread you open, going back to his assault on your clit. His head shook and nodded as he alternated between licking and sucking to get you off the way that he knew was your favorite. His tongue changed shape to target different areas until you were gripping the sheets and pushing back against his face.

“Fuck, Aaron! I’m g-g-g...ooohmy...shit!” Your hands reached for the headboard to steady yourself through your release. Chadwick placed pressure against your ass to add to the orgasm as he used the other hand to rub your back.

“There you go, baby. You’re being so good for me. Thank you,” he praised. The strength of his arm snaking around your waist was the only thing keeping your body from thudding against the mattress and ruining your hair and makeup.

He helped you to the edge of your bed to clean you off and slip into your underwear adding a cute kiss on the nose. His smile was devious whenever he glanced at you as he finished getting dressed. He had a few tricks up his sleeve and intended to use every one of them until you were begging to cum.

By the time you got off the red carpet and into the venue, you had all but forgotten about the device cradled in your love. Chadwick pulled out your chair for before sitting beside you and resting a hand on your knee. Positioned across from Jamie Foxx, Dave Chappelle, and Trevor Noah, you settled into the conversation to pass the time.

“You, my man, have a new baby,” Trevor started, “How’s the second go at fatherhood?”

“Man, it’s great. I forgot how much fun it is to watch a new human learn life.”

“That is until it’s time to get up and change a diaper and then he’s not so happy,” you laughed, gripping his thigh.

Chadwick’s boisterous laugh took the attention away from the fumbling he was doing in his pocket.

“I take it Chadwick isn’t fond of the 3 AM wake up calls.”

“My husband isn’t fond of-ooh,” Your legs clinched at the first tingle of the vibrator moving inside of you. Your grip on Chadwick’s thigh tightened as you looked to him for confirmation.

“Are you okay? Did I step on your foot,” Trevor asked, preparing to peep under the table to examine.

“NO,” you shouted to stop him. “I mean, y-yeah. I’m fine. What was I saying?”

“You were telling him about me not liking to get up in the middle of the night.” Chadwick kissed your temple in feigned innocence while rubbing the vice grip you had on his knee.

“Yeah, he doesn’t-he-he doesn’t always like to get up b-but, he does.” You squirmed around in your seat trying to ignore the building tension in your core. Thankfully, Trevor accepted your answer with a laugh and turned his attention to the other guests at the table. “Chadwick, stop!”

“Stop what,” he questioned with a smug grin. “You don’t wanna finish?”

You pulled your lip into your mouth as your walls clenched around the device. “Please.”

“Nope,” before you could counter, the vibration stopped. “Too bad.”

“Aaron!”

“Nuh uh. Go talk to your girls. I’ll be...around.”

You looked around at the few familiar faces in the room before looking back at your husband. “Are you going to keep doing that?”

“I might.”  His eyebrows quirked as his lips curved into a dark smile. His hand traveled down the small of your back to tap twice and signal you to stand and walk away. With a deep breath, you willed your legs to cooperate and start you on a quest to converse with whoever would get you away from your maniac of a husband.

Chadwick watched you like a hawk the whole night to wait for his opportunities to strike. When you were in conversation with Beyonce and LaLa Anthony, he switched the vibrator to its lowest setting and observed as you put on a pained smile to keep your dirty secret.

A battle of compliments with Janelle Monae suddenly fell quiet on your end when the device started up again. Determined to keep your composure, you gripped the back of a chair with white knuckles for the duration of the interaction.

No one seemed to notice when Chadwick would pull you to his side while he talked with his friends, partially to keep you upright when the second setting of the bullet kicked in. You held on to his tux jacket, resting the side of your head on his shoulder to paint the picture of a doting wife. In actuality, you were fighting to keep tears from running down your cheeks and streaking your foundation.

The time intervals and situations would vary, but the one thing that remained the same was that he never let you cum. Your pussy would throb in waiting for your release and, as soon as the tell-tale sign of your orgasm would show, Chadwick would switch off the vibrator and leave you on edge in a puddle of your juices. Each time the bullet would rev up, your insides stepped closer to explosion and Chadwick’s fantasies unfolded in front of him.

Thirty minutes had passed since your husband’s last “show” and you were thankful to have food in front of you just in case you needed to stifle a moan. You almost let the cat out of the bag during the last go-round, prompting Chadwick to place a slender finger against his lips to warn you to quiet down.

“I know the food is good but, damn, y’all need to get up and dance,” Rihanna exclaimed into the microphone to draw a laugh from the guests. “They told me that I have to play at least one slow song before this shit is over with so, we gon’ get it out the way right now. Maestro, play my shit!”

The strings of the orchestra strummed a beautiful classical rendition of ‘Kiss it Better’ to create a moving version of one of your favorite songs. Rihanna stood in front of them with her back turned to the attendees, elegantly directing the intro to the song.

“My Queen, will you dance with me,” Chadwick asked in his Wakadan accent to raise the hair on the back of your neck.

“Don’t do this, baby. Put the accent away.”

He chuckled and held out his hand for you to latch onto, “C’mon, Co. This is your song.”

You rolled your eyes at him. He was right, and you hated pretending not to want to jump up and sway your hips to the infectious rhythm. You scowled at his crooked grin as both of you watched couple after couple pair up on the dance floor. Even people who didn’t show up together wasted no time pulling each other to the front and moving in sync with the music.

“You know you wanna dance, Mama. Take my hand.”

You huffed and slammed your palm into his, “I hate you.”

“I know.” 

Hand in hand, he led you to the center of the commotion. Your body melted into his when he kissed your forehead and placed your hands around his neck. “There are cameras to your right and a crowd of people your left.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because,” his head dipped to whisper in your ear and distract you from the movement in his pocket. “When I make you cum in front of all these people, you’ll need to hide your face. You don’t want your mouth all open on the blogs do you?”

“No! Not here, Aaron,” you hissed.

“Too late! Just focus on me, baby. I got you.”

Your knees nearly gave out when he introduced you to the third setting of the vibrator. Your already sensitive clit was engulfed in numbing pleasure as your orgasm worked double time to catch up. You clawed at his back and looked around the room to make sure that no one could see the torture he was putting you through.

“Oh my, God. Aaron,”

“Shhhh, don’t get too loud. Look at me.” You struggled to look up at him as your body twitched in response to the stimulus. Your release was close and you didn’t know if you could suppress your urge to speak in tongues in front of hundreds of people. “You gettin’ close huh, girl?”

“Mhmm.”

“Use your words. Tell me you’re about to let go.” He scolded, pressing his palms flat on your has to push your hips into his.

“Yesss,” you whispered. “I’m about to-” a low moan muffled by the music escaped your lips.

Knowing you were ready to let go excited Chadwick and he lowered his lips onto yours. The music heightened your orgasm, swirling around your already clouded brain in a high that couldn’t be achieved through the use of narcotics.

He did a superb job of acting like a loving husband, keeping the kiss sweet to swallow your moans. Your nails dug into his shoulders in desperation when your orgasm began to stretch longer than you were used to. Chadwick kept the vibrator going to milk you for all you had and then some. Feeling your body weight begin to sag against him, he turned off the device and pulled away from the kiss to look at you.

“You okay? I almost lost you.”

“Shut your black ass mouth,” you croaked, mouth too dry to continue. He watched you look down to examine your attire and ensure that no evidence of your activities could be seen on or around your dress.

“Everything is fine. No one knows.” You looked around to confirm his statement. “I promise. They’re all so wrapped up in their dances that they didn’t even look over here.”

“Chadwick I sw-”

His lips pressed into yours in a firm and dominant kiss. You struggled to catch your breath when he pulled away. “You gon’ let me run this or keep talking over me?” His grip on your waist, the way his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of your sides and his stare between your eyes, lips, and breasts nearly spilling over your corset made you whimper in response. “We’re gonna dance to a few more songs, talk to a couple people, and then, I’m taking you back to the hotel to finish what we started. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good,” he smiled, running his hands up and down your back. “Now, get out of here. I’ll see you in about an hour.”

His hand stealthily collided with your backside before he physically turned you around and pushed you away to mingle. You looked over your shoulder to confirm his instructions, receiving a nod of confirmation.

The hour dragged on, forcing you to look at the time every ten minutes. Chadwick moved through the room with no problems without giving you a second glance. The whiskey in his glass turned into one, two and, then, five cups, dialing his charm up from a five to a ten. You were seething and nearing your tipping point when a quick jolt of energy between your legs nearly made you jump from your seat.

Craning your neck, you found him standing near the exit. With a smile, Chadwick dangled the room key in the air and motioned for you to meet him outside.

“So, I told her, the Devil Wears Prada and guess where this fur came from, bitch.”

You mentally rolled your eyes while standing to excuse yourself from the boring pow-wow.

“Tasha, leaving so soon,” the designer questioned.

“Uh, yes. It was so nice to meet you ladies, but my husband is ready to go...pick up our kids. You know the little ones get fussy at night,” you lied.

“Of course! Give my regards to the Mister. I’d love to work with you all for your next appearance.”

“Got it! Will do. Bye!” Your Valentino heels click-clacked against the marble floor of the venue lobby until you were greeted by the warm air of New York’s late summer night. Thrashing your head from side to side, you frantically searched for the black SUV responsible for carrying you closer to the session you had planned back at the Mandarin.

“Damn, girl, you got a man?” you heard nearby. Looking in the direction of the voice, you found Chadwick leaning against the door of the UberBLACK vehicle.

You nearly galloped to his position, throwing your body into his arms and pulling his bottom lip into your mouth. He moaned at the affection before cutting it short. No words were exchanged as he opened the door and nodded for you to get in.

Like a kid opening gifts on Christmas morning, you squealed and allowed him to help you inside. Looking back, you wiggled your ass a little to get his attention. He groaned in response and pushed your ass into the seat, urging the driver to take the quickest route to the hotel.

Throwing all of the edging and torture he put you through before this moment out of the window, you mentally prepared yourself for a long night. A quick call to the front desk for a set of replacement sheets set your plan in motion. Chadwick didn’t know it but, you were about to show him how dominant you could be when given a chance.

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Party Foul, pt. 1 by Imperial-Radiance (that’s me)

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We're going on a trip in our favorite flying ship, zooming through the sky, three magic spies! Girl power. Here's a link to the picture. Where did it originate? I found it on Reddit, but...

“What do we do, Dom? What do we do!?”

A shrill broke out of an already broken vocal tract. Alcohol was never good for the throat, even if it was blended with coffee to hide the fact. The rotors of the helicopter piercing through the air echoed throughout the cabin, masking the beeps and dings of sensors in the hub and only drowned out by the accelerating beats of an overstimulated heartbeat, tippy taps of hands and feet upon cloth and metal, and a shaky, continually rising tone with every sentence.

“Nothing’s popping up on the scanner, Dom. Not. One. Thing.”

“I’m the pilot here, and you don’t think I know that, already!?” There had been plenty a time Domino had wanted to knock some sense into Glyph, but this incident had thrown them right in the eye of a scope, aligned perfectly with a crosshair. “Do I need to remind you how we got here? Why we’re doing this!?”

“No.” The questions may as well have been rhetorical as the response didn’t matter. They both knew the reminder was going to come anyway, and it sure did, drilling in hard.

“I told you not to get that tattoo, but you did,” Domino began. “I told you not to show Curio that tattoo, but you did. “I warned you not to tell her what it meant, but you did.”

Glyph attempted defending themselves, crossing their slightly slowed heart. “And, and, and… I warned her to not look into it, either! You can’t blame me for this!”

Domino barked back, nearly scaring Glyph’s jittery self through the windshield. “Are you kidding!? If not you, then I blame the damn Joe-bombs: all three you chugged like water in a desert.”

If she had known their clan gathering tonight would turn into a secret spy mission all because of a few drinks and a surprisingly easy to open cellar, then they all would’ve gone abstinent long ago. It probably would’ve made lots of other things easier over the years, too, but that’s why it’s called an addiction, isn’t it?

“Besides,” Domino continued, glazing over her own flaws, “you’re acting as if Curio wasn’t going to get curious. It’s in her damn name! Idiot!”

“Her or me?”

“Does it matter at this point? You’re both dead to me until we all get back and you two grovel to the Captain that this vehicle thievery was for a rescue mission and is not worth a demotion.”

“Two?” a new voice broke the semi-silence, sending both pairs of eyes in the front to the singular eye – well, singular working eye – in the back, a full person length away by the storage and supply bins. “You surely didn’t forget about me.”

“No, Jigsaw,” Domino assured, restarting the flight forward. “You’re the catalyst for us being up here, after all, and these two are gonna have to kiss your ass, too. Shockingly, or maybe not, you’ve got more to lose from this than I do.”

“Damn straight,” Jigsaw agreed, coincidentally scratching under her eyepatch, “but this is worth it. Curio’s like my own blood, even if she’s a sporadic dunce. Though, Dom, I could’ve swiped an amphibian if I’d known we’d be making an aquatic rescue.”

“Trust me; I would’ve let you do it, too, if we weren’t sent a sprinkle of a signal of her attempting to not drown on our way here, wherever this is.”

“Wait,” Glyph interjected, looking back and forth between the intimidating pilot and the one-eyed wonder. “You don’t know where this is? Neither of you has any idea?”

Jigsaw scoffed, sinking into her seat in preparation for whatever explanation Glyph was going to throw back. “I suppose that you do? Ha! Who am I kidding? I doubt it. You barely know what you got etched on your own back.”

Domino concurred with a snarky chuckle. “For real, and by the way, I really meant both of you back there, G: a duo of dolts, you are. If Curio knew how to not speak like she had marbles in her mouth while reading off those runes, she and thus we all wouldn’t be here right now. But, then again, the cause-and-effect line drawn has no forks, and where did it start?”

“I know; I know!” Glyph huffed, crossing her arms over themselves. “Please, for the love of all that is good, don’t tell me twice. I get this is my fault, but, seriously, do you have any idea where you’re going, Dom? Have you – don’t mind the pun – been running on autopilot this whole time?”

The wordplay was enough of a grievance on its own, but the nuances laced with it set Domino off on a larger bout of bothers, so much so that she followed Glyph’s insinuations, putting the helicopter on autopilot and turning to face her brazen companion head-on.

“So, what if I say yes, huh?” Domino probed, full of smug annoyance. “I’ve been making a beeline toward where Curio’s portal let out and nothing else. My proper reading of the runes put us a bit far from the mark, but you know that. Good thing this tin can was fueled up.”

“You’re welcome, by the way,” spouted a sassy Jigsaw, not necessarily wanting to be heard but needing to let the world know.

“Anyway,” Domino resumed to Glyph, making sure to roll her eyes with a smirk meant for their backseat buddy, “we may not be able to see Curio on the scanner, but we know where her portal was, and we’re getting crazy close by the looks of it. Why do you care how we got here if we, well, got here?”

“I don’t care how we got here!” Glyph clarified. “I care about where we’re going, and despite everything that you two have been saying about our destination, I’m ninety-nine percent sure of one thing.” She pointed out of the cabin at the only place their friend could’ve ended up, given her abilities and if all went circumstantially well, now just in front and below them. “That is not water.”

“For goodness’ sake, Glyph!” Jigsaw had had enough being an audience member, plus her lacking eyesight helped with nothing for getting any context to where Glyph’s glances were focused. Thus, she found herself swinging up to the front, squeezed between her buddies – Glyph’s side shielded in darkness but not enough to cloud her outstretched arm and hand – to see what was up and combat them. “What are you on…?”

She was going to combat her if there was anything to combat. But as it turned out, there wasn’t anything to fight. Glyph was one-hundred percent right. It sure wasn’t water, and just a few seconds later, she was proven even more correct.

A new, familiar blip appeared on the scanner as their familiar – their curious friend Curio, almost invisible and undetectable in both the vastness of their space and the encroaching darkness of the sky – surfaced in a pool, no, a lake of,

“Acid,” Domino breathed, setting the copter to hover once again with a much lighter approach this time as they stared into the rippling expanse. “That’s straight up acid.”

“What? No!” Glyph coughed in disbelief, turning away from the window ahead and looking at her clan-mate-turned-captain before considering the idea for an instant. “Well, you technically might be right, but it’s not the corrosive kind, I think. I hope. Call me crazy, but with those kinds of bubs popping around down there, I swear that looks more like a vat of tonic: that or soda.”

“Whatever it is,” Jigsaw sighed out of nowhere, catching the other two of the squad off guard, beginning to back away slowly, “I’m not going to be able to go down to get Curio like I thought it was.”

“What? Why do you…?” Domino leaned away from the radar and followed the path of the retreating voice, amazed to see how far back Jigsaw had gotten in such a short period. “Hey, where do think you’re going to get, going back like that? We’re off the ground in a helicopter. Besides the doors being locked, my bathroom’s bigger than this whole cabin.”

“I know that. But, trust me, I… cannot go down there. It just—Ugh, damn it.” As if the Fates were testing or humoring that theory, Jigsaw found herself clumsily crashing into the wall of tools and whatnot, making several of them fall to her feet. “No matter what this gear is supposed to protect us from,” she declared, plucking the fallen items one by one with on and off squats, “none of it will aid me down there.”

Domino raised an eyebrow at the idea, particularly when the sassy cyclops’ hands ran over a set of goggles for blocking chemical bursts.

“Is your eye still too gammy to risk a liquid leak?” she figured, believing Jigsaw was trying to fly over her greatest sensitivity, receiving a gasp of astonishment from Glyph as a result.

“Um…” The direct probe at their patched part was expected in the back of Jigsaw’s mind – frankly, it’s always expected – but the rest of her psyche didn’t consider the consideration to be upheld. So, for it to just be thrown into the air was, for lack of a better word, uncomfortable. “Well… it doesn’t help the scenario. Thanks for bringing it up.”

“You know what I mean. I just don’t see—Ugh, mind the pun. I can’t figure why you’d find yourself unfit to make some moves.”

“Dom, I don’t need both eyes to see why, but, frankly, you do. As great as it is that all you’re looking for is Curio’s safety, can you do your best to expand that and look out for all of us?”

Domino was becoming angered by Jigsaw’s claims – eyes turning as red as the skies surrounding them all. But, after seeing how her taller, depth-deficient gal pal was genuinely concerned about her own safety for once versus everyone else’s, sounding confident that she and thus they all would fail, Domino’s scarlet scleras faded back to white as she calmed herself and decided to comply with Jigsaw’s wishes.

A sigh escaped her lips as she ran her hands over her heated face and sat back straight in her pilot’s chair to take in the entirety of the vista the autopilot had to offer the aerial trio. Yet, rather than being able to tell the others off, Domino could only join their shared succumbing to dread.

***

Emerging from the effervescent, rune-spouted portal, the person-patrolling crew were met with the first-calm, now-ominous quiet of nature at dusk: the copter’s rotors and scanners and the ladies’ internal clocks being the sole shifts in the silence. The warm colors of the sky and wispy clouds way up above aligned perfectly with the intense heat emanating around them. Acknowledgments of them being cooked in their toaster of a helicopter and its warping on the hub controls had gotten so old so early in their travels that any further utterance of it would probably ignite a full-on brawl.

The view of the dimly sunlit suburbia far below was normal enough to be a tranquil distraction long ago: a nice, new sight to see in comparison to the Gothic aesthetic of the clan’s castle of a clubhouse. The bustling metropolis in the distance reminded them of the one with which they were familiar and the frequent long-distance commutes to and from it, whereas the collective of abodes in the adjacent neighborhoods resonated more with their sweeter days before their coming together as teens.

Now, encroaching on their thirties or burrowed comfortably within them in eldest Jigsaw’s case, they had been through hell and back too many times to count with multitudes of knowledge from almost two decades of work continually building with each new excursion. So, the concerns they had when the aerial view of high rises and homes already seemed extensively stretched and detailed, despite being up so high and flying so far, weren't just from their current heated, hostile hysteria.

The altimeter had sworn that the copter was multiple kilometers above the ground, yet the ladies could count every single brick, shingle, and plank of siding on every building they passed without any struggle. At home at the same height, doing so – flying and observing – would’ve been impossible without any technical or magical assistance, yet here they were doing both. One look at the controls showed that no window magnification was in place, but with the heat setting everything and everyone aflame, who was to say that was true?

From the surprisingly legible words on billboard-sized yard signs and city block-sized, actual billboards to the style of the infinite, unreachable skyline and further mountains beyond, their current location couldn’t have been very different than that of their home base, castle compound and all. The closer they were getting to reaching Curio, the harder it was hitting way too close to home, making her quick, exact rescue even more necessary but difficult with every second.

Because in the particular direction that they were going, there wasn’t much of a transition in the locale. The main city continually greeted its silhouetted self to their right with the start of suburbia guarding it, while their left showed that they were definitely deep in the thick of it. One by one, they had passed fraternal duplicate homes that wouldn't have made anyone bat an eyelash if it weren't for their immensity. They all looked generic but fitting for their location, places someone could see themselves raising a family. Well, most of them did.

One looked like it had the potential, but it was shadowed by a mess of danger for the ladies and a literal mess, similar to the ones they left at home to get here. Of course, it was the one that contained Curio.

It was as though the place was innately calling out to the trio and the rest of the world that it was special, aka someone was there that really shouldn't be. This home – well, as much of it that was visible, given they never were above a gutter – broke away from the stained Pickett fence aesthetic, choosing to block off its space with disgustingly manicured hedges except the back wall that was literally a brick, back wall. Disgusting, it was, because the dissonance between their pristine uniformity and all they corralled was appalling.

Disregarding the only visible vehicle aside from their own adjacent to the home, looking like an alien invasion that could engorge an entire town, multiple obstacles were scattered across the nature reserve that someone somewhere called a backyard that could've easily (and still could) wrought harm to the heroes in the helicopter. An alien's ignorance would've been most appreciated when scanning over them to not know for sure that they were threatening. In any other context, they wouldn't have been, but seeing how they had already been used (and used harshly) and how many there were in style and number, they couldn’t have come at a worse time.

The array of bright baubles and broken bottles inferred quite the feedback loop they fed to each other. But, in truth, there was nothing like relaxing in the backyard with friends playing throwing or ball games with one hand and a full glass of something pungent and throat-piercing going down your gullet with the other.

Lo and behold, the superfluous brick wall perched the latter, one made of plastic and full of some perceived potable in which the missing, comparably miniature miss Curio treaded for her life at the awe of three, close clan mates.

Next: sometime, eventually... probably... I don't know... Read this journal for an "explanation". You want more? Fucking push me. Hi, I'm Domino. It's nice to meet you. /s

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Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III/Vex'ahlia, Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III & Vax'ildan, Vax'ildan & Vex'ahlia (Critical Role) Characters: Percival "Percy" Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III, Vex'ahlia (Critical Role), Vax'ildan (Critical Role), Trinket (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Modern AU Series: Part 4 of thursday nights and friday mornings Summary:

Is there something worse than waking up with a massive hangover? How about doing it in the flat of the girl you've been crushing on, hard, for the past two weeks?

Things can't get anymore awkward between Percy and Vex now. (Not that Vax isn't willing to help.)

 Notes:    You really need to read the previous parts of this series to understand anything. Sorry, I should've made it into chapters, but I messed up first time round and don't know how to fix it now.

[Part 1]

[Part 2]

[Part 3]

Percy woke up to what he could only describe as the weirdest mixture of overstimulating sensations a hungover person could expect. A few moments of blinking, and he was able to at least make out most of them. There was a harsh light shining straight into his eyes, coming from the completely uncovered light bulb hanging from the ceiling. There was loud music blaring somewhere from the right, metallic and shrill from an old radio, accentuated by horribly off-tune whistling from someone. A softer rushing sound of water coming from the left, muffled by walls, and a warmth coming from that direction that seemed to fill the room with thick, dewey air. There was pain in his neck and legs from lying on a couch that was obviously too small and too short for his size.

And amongst all these horrible things to feel and see and hear, there was the wonderful smell of coffee and bacon and eggs. It was enough to make him sit up quick – far too quick for his head, he noticed with a little groan while covering his face with his hands to calm the pounding headache now coming in. He could hear someone walking over and lean on the back of the couch.

When he opened his eyes again, a cup of coffee was hovering in front of him.

„Morning, Freddy. You need some coffee.“

He couldn't agree more and grabbed it quickly. The face that showed up in his vision now was oddly familiar, and without his glasses he almost assumed it to be Vex at first – God knows he'd been seeing her face when it wasn't actually there a lot, lately. And he vaguely remembered seeing her face yesterday night, but that might as well have been a nice, alcohol-induced dream.

A quick squint at the face in front of him made it very clear that it was not her, though, unless she had a bad case of morning stubble, and even the Vex in his imagination most certainly wouldn't have that.

„I'm Vax.“ was all the explanation he got for his confused stare.

„There's two of you?“ His voice was croaky, and it hurt his throat just as much as the loud laughter from Vax hurt his head.

„I promise you I'm nowhere near as bad as my sister. Unless you bother her. Then I'm worse.“ It was phrased like a joke. It sounded entirely too serious.

Percy took a sip of the strongest coffee he'd ever tasted and hesitated, unsure what to say next.

„...My glasses?“

„Table on your left.“ Vax got up from leaning on the couch and sauntered back to the tiny kitchenette right behind it. „Once you're actually awake, there's bacon and scrambled eggs. Sorry, no fried eggs, I always fuck those up. Not that a hungry hungover man like you should complain about free food anyway.“

It took Percy quite a while and a full cup of immensely strong but delicious coffee to get his mind in order again, which was not helped by Vax continuing his awful whistling. By the time he could think clearly, something from the last ten minutes stuck out, and it was not the question where he was or how he got there or why cruel fate had decided it had to be Vex and her brother who found him in that state yesterday. It was something far more simple, yet equally terrifying to him.

„Did you just call me Freddy?“

Vax laughed again. Percy's head was still not liking it.

„Would you rather be awoken with your full title, milord?“ A plate of bacon and eggs appeared over the back of the sofa and softened the very mocking tone.

„How- how did you find out-“

Vax plopped himself down next to Percy on the couch with his own breakfast.

„Don't worry your pretty head, Freddy, Vex still doesn't know. It'll be our little secret.“

„How did you find out.“ He repeated, a bit more sternly.

„Ah, does it really matter? What's much more interesting for me to know – why aren't you using that ridiculous name all the time to throw some weight around? All I've ever heard of you is 'Mr. De Rolo' or 'Percival'. Surely there's some influence hiding behind three surnames that could get you respect.“

„None I deserved.“ He murmured, but Vax still caught it. They continued eating breakfast in awkward silence.

He should probably be concerned about his current situation, Percy thought while picking up a fork full of egg. Hungover and even still somewhat drunk in a random flat, sitting next to the brother of one of his students – of that girl – and pretending like that was a completely normal thing, sharing breakfast with a guy you didn't even know existed until a few moments prior. His mind couldn't focus on the panic his subconscious was already preparing – apart from the headache and sore throat and wonderful food, the humid air coming from the door on their left filled the room with a far too familiar scent that had his mind racing somewhere completely different.

„Where's Vex?“ Percy asked once he'd finished his plate. Vax, his mouth still full, pointed his fork towards the door.

„Bthrm.“ He swallowed. „Bathroom. Not like she'd want to get caught by you in her PJ's and her hair all messed up.“

Percy tried not to imagine it. To be fair, he didn't try very hard.

„Maybe I should leave before she comes out?“ He asked more to himself.

„Oh yeah, because just dissappearing from the flat into which you were graciously invited while being drunk out of your ass without at least thanking your hosts is such a classy exit.“

„It'd certainly be more classy than the bumbling awkwardness that's about to happen if I don't leave.“

„Freddy, my boy, I assume anything you and Vex do is filled with bumbling awkwardness.“ Vax's grin was something only an older brother could have on his face.

Percy wanted to think up a witty retort, but his mind just went completely blank when Vex stepped out of the bathroom at that very second. While not in her pajamas, she was clearly still dressed for comfort, and her usually braided hair hung open and still damp over her shoulders.

„Oh, you're up! Good morning!“ Her voice was chipper, yet somewhat off.

„Yes. I mean. Good morning.“ Percy put down his fork onto the empty plate in front of him. „I really should be getting going, though. Sorry to bother you both so much. Thank you for, uhm, for taking me in.“ The words rushed out faster than he could think. Vax snickering quietly beside him as he stood up to put the dishes away did not help in stopping the bumbling awkwardness he'd predicted.

„Oh. Ok. You don't have to run off immediately, you know.“ Vex gestured behind her. „Bathroom's free, anyway, if you want.“

„No, it's, it's fine, I'll just... I'll go home and get some more sleep, I think.“

„Alright. Your coat's by the door-“

His coat was not by the door, which he noticed when Vex's voice trailed off looking at that direction. It took him longer to notice where exactly his coat had gone – it's difficult to see even a large piece of clothing under 140 pounds of fluffy dog.

„Trinket!“ Vex darted over to the giant Newfoundland dog happily sprawled out in a corner, a piece of blue fabric barely sticking out under his paws. „Bad, Trinket! Don't pull jackets of the coatrack! Get up. Trinket, get up!“

Trinket was not getting up. He licked his jowels, looked up at Vex for a second, then immediately put his head back down and gave a short growl.

„Percival, I'm so sorry.“

„No, it's fine.“ After a morning of full of grumpy hangover facial expressions, the slight smirk on Percy's face felt almost strange. „It's not that cold outside anyway. I'll just...“ He waved his hand towards the front door. „You can bring the coat to next class, I don't mind.“

„Are you sure?“ Vex was still trying to shift the unmoving mass of dog, only eliciting another growling.

„Absolutely. I've got my keys and phone.“ He quickly patted the backpocket of his jeans. „I'll be fine. Don't bother yourself on my behalf.“

„He's not usually this misbehaved.“ Vex's hand ruffled between Trinket's ears. Vax's short laughter from the kitchen made it clear that was a lie, and that he was still very much listening in.

After a few more awkward moments of good byes and promises to bring the coat – cleaned, of course! - to class next week, the door closed behind Percy. Vax sidled up to his sister, almost leaning his head on her shoulder, and whispered.

„Told you his phone was in his pockets.“

The punch to his stomach caused a bacon-scented burp to come up.

Percy stood outside the door for a second, across the railing and steps that led down to the parking lot of the apartment complex. His tense exhale turned into a slight mist in front of him.

„It's not that cold outside.“ He mockingly imitated himself before pushing his hands deep into his pockets and walking off. The cold air was a welcome change for his still pounding head, and to be fair, he would've done or said pretty much anything to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

A few paces down the road, and his partially cleared mind was already racing with regrets. God damn it, he thought, she's seen the worst of it now, there's no way to salvage this. Was there ever a way to salvage their giant mess of interactions before this anyway? He'd hoped, just barely, to make up for the first bumbles somehow, to joke his way past it in the coming weeks, to get them to a point where not every situation was weird and tense and awkward.

After this, though? After her having to carry his drunken ass to her flat, after seeing him in probably the worst state he could be in, after the incredibly ridiculous exit he'd just made?

There was no way, he scolded himself, no way in hell that she'd even consider looking at him as anything other than a complete fuck up.

Or was there?

(other fanfics: -non-AU-)

Percy being a wreck about having babies

Percy being a wreck about protecting his new baby

Proof that his kids are doing just fine with him as a dad