#i have been so distracted i need to get back on my study grind

[stuckinapril]

literally distracting myself w the thought of decluttering / rearranging my bookcase when i should be studying. bad cianna

[alwaysf0rev3r]

3 Weeks Waiting

pairing: dbf!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: you’ve been hooking up with your dad’s best friend for months, but you accidentally ghosted him during finals week. saying he’s desperate is an understatement.

warnings: needy!bucky (he needs a warning), m & f masturbation, face sitting, hand jobs, riding, desperate sex, slight sub/dom dynamic, m in f penetration, dirty talk, absolute filth, hair pulling, slight degrading, praise, creampie, age gap (buckys the age he is in the movies, and reader is in college, maybe in early/mid 20s?)

note: my requests are open!!!!! REQUEST STUFF FOR ME TO WRITEEEEE :)

Tired. Annoyed. Slightly grossed out by all the old dudes around you.

That was the best way to describe how you felt in that moment. Your dad had brought over some friends and coworkers to celebrate the beginning of summer, he always found an excuse to throw a pool party.

Irritation flooded you as you got up from your beach chair, trying to subtly sneak through to go inside. You grabbed your towel to wrap it around yourself before walking through the door and into your home.

Before you could grab the chips from the kitchen island, a familiar frame stopped you. He stood tall on the other side of the kitchen island, a cup of rum in hand, “Hey, Bucky.”

Saying there was tension between the two of you was an understatement. His eyes were dark on you, a certain desperation lingering behind them, and you knew exactly why.

The two of you had been hooking up for months now, it just… Happened. But you hadn’t seen, called, or texted him in over 2 weeks because of college exams, and that was the longest the two of you had ever not spoken. Even when you went out of town, you two texted like preteens entering puberty.

And you had the audacity to sit there in front of him cluelessly.

He had to sit and just give you a small side hug greeting in front of your dad. He had to watch you tan on a beach chair in nothing but a small black bikini.

He was in pain.

“Don’t ‘Hey Bucky’ me,” he shook his head, watching you grab the cool ranch doritos on the counter and grab one.

“What?” You pretended to not know.

“I sent you like— 5 texts and called you a lot.”

“I was studying and taking exams, Buck, I warned you exam week was coming… I wasn’t even on my phone until today,” you giggled at his grump expression, not being able to hold in your own laughter. It was obvious he wasn’t truly mad, more just too stubborn to admit how much he missed you.

“Is it funny?” he scoffed lightly, matching your little giggles as he walked around the kitchen island. He stopped as he stood a foot away from you, and from afar, it’d look like the two of you were just having a normal conversation, “Do you know how hard I am right now? I can’t cum without you anymore.”

Your eyes widened at his words, and it was rare for you to get embarrassed or startled at all, “You can’t say things like that so randomly, Buck.”

“Why? Does it turn you on?” He mocked, walking closer and looking around to make sure no one looked. He slowly let the bulge in his pants touch your thigh as he breathed in relief. He didn’t grind, anxious that someone would walk in and see, even though you two were on the side of the island that covered everything below your waist, “Take the towel off.”

“You’re like a dog in heat, Jesus,” you tried to hold yourself back, wanting to come off as stronger. But when he slowly moved his hips, you swore you’d snap, “Oh my god, don’t do that— People are right th—“

“I don’t care,” he moaned a little louder than he should’ve, groaning in pain as you backed away. He watched the towel slightly open as you stood in front of him, shaking your head in shame. Your chest was revealed only slightly, but the sight was enough to make him feral, “I’m gonna cream my pants, fuck.”

“Bucky,” you scoffed, grabbing your towel and taking it off. You threw it as his chest and watched him catch it blindly, too distracted at the visual of your body, “It’s a bikini, don’t be so desperate.”

You walked past him and towards the stairs, knowing him well enough to know he was most likely staring at the view that was your ass. You turned around while you took a step on the 4th step, your eyebrows going up, “You coming or what?”

He sprinted.

Ran.

Sped.

He was a fucking track star.

He nearly fell over running to the stairs and following you, like a loyal puppy. You made sure to make it torturous and walk slowly, but your heart was telling you to sprint. You wanted this just as much as he did, if not more.

But you wanted him needy.

The minute you entered your room, he slammed the door behind you and lunged at you. Your lips intertwined with his as he gripped all parts of you, from your arms, to your chest, to your ass, to your back… all of you. But he swore he snapped when you pulled his hair just slightly, making him moan into your mouth.

God, did you miss that sound.

You pushed him on the bed, watching him sit and stare at you with lusted eyes, completely at his mercy for you. In that moment, he’d do— say— be anything for you. He needed you.

Which is why he said what he did next

“I want you to sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened at his confession, unsure of where this energy was coming from. He was always a begger, or even when he was in charge, he just asked. He never demanded or told. But there he stood, feet away from you on a bed, telling you what he needed.

You giggled and stepped closer, standing in front of his sitting body. You ran a hand over his face and took a minute to take him in, it had been too long. His sharp cheekbones, his scruff, the way his eyes were wide with needy— Beauty was not a good enough word for him, he was so much more than beautiful.

“Earn it,” you kissed his cheek in response, then moved down to his jaw. You kissed and sucked on every part of his neck while you slowly slipped your hand into his swim trunks, grabbing his bulge. His breath shortened as you gripped it tightly, rubbing up and down.

You were slow to grab the waistband of his swim trunks with your other hand and pull it down, but when you did, shock filled your face. You had never seen him so hard… It was bigger than usual, almost scary, “I haven’t cum in nearly 3 weeks.”

“Do you need me to tell you what masturbation is?” you joked, running your hand on his tip and using his precum to lubricate your hand.

“You can show me,” he joked back, throwing his head back while you started stroking faster, “I tried so hard to but— Fuck— I couldn’t c-cause it wasn’t warm like you.”

“That’s so pathetic it’s hot,” you chuckled, hearing his little laugh as well. You continued jerking him off, hoping you could get him to the edge faster, “I fucked myself a lot the past few weeks.”

“So you had time to jack off but not text me back,” he breathed out, joking with you. The sex with you two was always that— Free. No pressure, just you two.

“I guess you won’t want to hear about me cumming to a photo of you then,” you shrugged, stroking him continuously.

His eyes widened as he looked down at you, sweat covering his head, “Did you really?”

“Yes— That photo with your turtle neck… I was looking through my photos and found it in my favorites album,” you became focused on stroking, trying to ignore how wet you were, “You were so hot in it— I came twice just looking at it. Then the next day I came to that video you sent me of you jerking off a while back.”

“Jesus, you’re gonna kill me,” he moaned, which was motivation for you to slip your hand into your bikini bottoms, and subtly rub yourself while jacking him off. But when he looked down, the world was over for him, “Oh my god, you’re touching yourself.”

“It’s like there’s something wrong with me, Buck,” you moaned, removing your hand and shoving it into his mouth. He sucked all the juices of shamelessly, keeping your fingers in his mouth while he tasted you, “I’m always so wet. I cum, but it isn’t enough… I need you to fill me up, it’s the only thing that works.”

“Use me, take what you want— Fuck— I don’t care, just— Sit on my face or fuck me, please, just do whatever,” he moaned even though your hand was no longer touching him. Your words were enough to send him screaming.

“God, you are desperate,” you stared, straddling him and sitting on his bare dick. Your rubbed your clothed crotch on his exposed one, watching his mouth open, “You’re happy with whatever I give you, it’s sad. I could slap you and you’d probably thank me.”

He stayed quiet and grabbed your hips to encourage you to move more. There was something different about this time… You were in control. You had been very few times, but never so confidently, and it was driving him insane, “I could hump you for hours and you’d be okay with it, huh? You don’t even know what you want.”

“I want you to sit on my face,” he rebelled, ensuring you knew he knew exactly what he wanted.

You scoffed and put your hands on his shoulders. You dug your claws into them before moving them down and scratching hardly, watching red lines form as he moaned. You pressed your hands against his abs and pushed him down onto the bed to lay down.

He stared at you, no longer willing to make jokes. He watched you take your bikini bottoms off before shimming up and onto his abs. You stopped there and straddled his torso, humping his abs slowly, “I’ll let you taste me when I think you deserve it.”

“What did you drink?” He asked, swearing he could cum just watching you grind yourself on his abs, “Drink it more often cause you’re so fucking hot right now.”

“Shut up, I’m busy,” you moaned, grinding yourself on his abs and watching his eyebrows furrow, “I humped the pillow you’re laying on dozens of times while thinking of your cock filling me up— I even fucked myself with a dildo on it. Fuck, nothing makes me cum like you, it pisses me off.”

He moaned at the mere thought of it all, unsure if he could hold back any longer, “You can sit on my face on it too.”

You removed your body from his and moved up more, stopping as your crotch stood right over his face. He stared at your wetness, like a feral dog in training waiting for a treat… Waiting to get animalistic.

You decided to tease him a bit and put a finger inside of yourself, fingering yourself from only an inch above his eyes, “I bet those fingers don’t fill you like I do.”

“I’ll cum in front of your face and you can see how they get the job done, too,” you joked, moaning as you watched his hand go down to his own dick, jerking himself off.

“I can play this game too,” he moaned, stroking himself, “I could cum so fast just watching you… Fuck.”

Jealousy overwhelmed you as you removed your hand and sat down, holding back a bit of weight to let him breathe. He removed his hand from his own dick to push you off, making your eyebrows furrow in concern.

“Don’t do that stupid thing you do,” aggression leaked through his pores, “Sit on me— Like just… Put yourself on me. I want you to just stuff my mouth, not that stupid pussy shit where you pretend to be one pound. I don’t care about air, just sit.”

You chuckled before doing as he asked, sitting with all your weight. You groaned as he moaned right into your pussy, sending your back arching immediately. He moved his tongue so quickly you bent forward, gripping his hair and pulling it slightly. It was all overwhelming as you tested the waters, grinding yourself on his face and waiting to see if he’d ever ask for air.

But he didn’t.

Should you be concerned?

You lifted yourself up for a moment, watching him take a breath before shoving yourself on his face again, nearly coming at the sight of him being at your control. You grinded faster, using his face like a toy, “I can’t believe you want me to hump your face like a pillow— You’re so— Oh fuck.”

You couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt a knot in your stomach, a feeling which made you do the hardest thing you’d done in your entire life.

You lifted yourself up and got off of him.

He looked just as disappointed as his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion, “I want to cum when you’re inside me.”

The disappointment faded into desire as he watched you straddle him again, this time putting your bare pussy on his dick, rubbing up and down, but not high enough to his tip, “You’re so wet.”

You kept grinding on the side of his cock, waiting for him to do something to earn him getting what you’ve both been waiting for, “Please let me fuck you— I’ll do anything, fuck— Please. This is so good, but I need to just be inside you, I’ll make you feel good, I promise.”

You took his begging as the final sign, taking it upon yourself to sit on his tip and slowly push down. You took your time, adjusting to what you’d spent too long without. When you were at the base, you moved your hips and circles, ignoring how stiff Bucky was. He was holding back, gripping the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white, “Bucky— Fuck me. Please. I can’t take it anymore, it hurts, just fuck me.”

He grabbed your waist and flipped the two of you over so you now stood underneath him, staring at his face. He looked down at himself entering you, knowing with that sight and the feeling of you pulling his hair, he could cum in seconds.

He relentlessly pounded into you, doing what he spent weeks penting up and thinking about doing. He rammed himself into you like a hammer hitting a nail, making your body twitch as you whined loudly. Everyone was outside at the pool, and you had all the freedom to scream.

“You’re so fucking good for me, taking me like a good girl, look at you,” he gripped your waist tighter and fucked you harder, “You’ve corrupted me— I can’t fuck anyone else, not even myself. God, I wish I could fuck you all the time. In public, in private, in cars, in every room and closet I see— Fuck.”

“Bucky, I’m gonna cum,” you yelped, closing your eyes and throwing your head back, “Do it with me.”

“I’m not wearing a condom, not tonight, baby,” he said through grunts.

“I’m on the pill, cum inside me,” you moaned, telling him exactly what he needed to hear. He spent months cumming in a condom, and very occasionally on your stomach after fucking you, “Fill me up.”

“Oh my god, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” he groaned loudly, meeting your volume as he pounded faster, “You’re milking me so good— I’ll cum inside you, I promise.”

You both moaned as you pulled him closer, the both of you grabbing each other while you felt the other release. It felt like it lasted minutes, taking longer to cool down as he peeled himself off of you to give you space.

You sat up slowly and looked down at the cum leaking out of you, which you felt curious about. You brought a finger to your entrance and picked up all the white cream around your hole and shoved inside of you. Thrusting a few times to ensure it was deep into you. You inhaled sharply at the feeling of both of your liquids mixing to become one.

You brought the finger to your mouth and licked it clean, looking over at Bucky, who’s eyes were wide.

“Bend over, we’re doing Round 2.”

[agendercrisisx]

Birthday Surprise

Geto Suguru x fem-reader

This is a gift for my best friend @realjungkook, who has a minor obsession with Geto, and I think I can make it even worse so here is my first JJK fic. Enjoy.

Warnings: dom-Geto, Geto calls reader; slut, princess, baby, no use of Y/N, creampie, fingering, oral f!receiving, p in v sex, reader gets tied up, cow-girl, missionary, and fucking on a kitchen counter, pure smut, like there is no plot, maybe a little bit, but this is like 99% smut, also this is not proofread, so I apologize for that, so if you find any mistakes please let me know :)

Summary: It’s Getos’ birthday and you want to do something special for him, so you begin on an elaborate breakfast. You want him to wake up to an amazing meal, and make sure his day becomes absolutely fantastic. But he doesn’t care about any of that, he only cares about you. And he quickly gets the best birthday present ever… you.

Word count: 7026

Your hips are swaying to the music, as you work on breakfast. Suguru is still sleeping, or that’s what he was doing when you left him. His hair was flowing over the pillow, and the blanket was barely covering his crotch. You had looked at him maybe a second too long, he looked so good all the time, even sleeping.

He had been snoring softly, his chest rising and falling slowly. He was in deep slumber, off to dreamland somewhere. Hopefully dreaming about you. His chest on full display as you stared at your perfect boyfriend. A soft smile playing on your lips, while you studied him. He is so cute.

You flip the pancake, it flies in the air for a second before you catch it with the pan. You turn around to the music, just vibing while you check to the croissants in the oven. You feel genuinely happy as you prepare breakfast for your boyfriends’ birthday.

A warm hand snakes around you stomach, and you try to turn around to meet him. But his grip holds you still. His lips find your neck and he slowly start leaving kisses, mumbling sweet praises as he does.

“You making all this for me?” His voice is soft and barely above a whisper as he mumbles it into your neck. You smile and finds his soft hair, brushing a lock behind his ear.

“Thought you needed a proper birthday breakfast.” He nibbles softly at the skin behind your ear, and you let out a whimper.

“Be nice.” You sigh, but his teeth just graze your skin again. Sending a shiver down your spine, as your hand grasps his hair trying to pull him away.

“You do something for me, let me return the favour.” His hand on your waist pulls you back against his chest and you can already feel his excitement. His cock already hard in the small of your back, his hands move so they’re holding your waist tightly. He grinds his dick on your ass, and you let a whimper and almost fall forward. He holds you up, his grip so tight on your waist you’re sure they’ll leave marks.

He is so much taller than you, towering over you. Letting him easily watch what you’re doing.

“Maybe you should hold focus on what you’re doing.” He smirks and you let out a yelp, as you realize the pancake is smoking. You rip the pan of the stove and try to send a mean look in Sugurus’ direction, but he is still holding you, making you unable to look at his face.

“I wouldn’t be distracted if it wasn’t for you.” You scold him, and he let out a chuckle.

“Don’t blame me, I barely did anything.” He pulls your hair back from your face and kisses your cheek. He knows exactly what he is doing, and that’s the damn problem. He has too much control over you, he knows you too well. Knows every button to push to get the reaction he wants.

His hand squeezes your waist and presses his crotch against your ass again. You whimper and he bends down to have his lips just besides your ear.

“Maybe we should wait with the rest of the food? Take a break? Let me thank you for making me food?” His voice is soft and so full of lust, having your knees weak in seconds. You wanna give in, but this is his birthday, for once you should be the one taking care of him.

His lips suck a soft mark on your neck, and you let out a gasp, that was all he needed to do and you’re instantly all his. You turn around, he finally lets you, and you look up at his purple eyes. He’s smirking his eyes already dark and full of desire. He looks like he wants to devour you whole, mark every part of you.

He reaches around you and turn the stove off, you already forgot about that part. You’re glad he takes responsibility.

“Do you have a preference?” He looks down at you, barely able to hold himself back. Your thighs press together, god he makes you feel so alive. You whole body is on fire, you want him so much. He stares at you with a certain look and your putty on the floor. His hands are still on your waist holding most of your weight with how weak your knees are.

“I don’t care, I just want you.” You almost beg, and his smirk grows even wider. 

“Jump.” You don’t care to think of his demand before you do it, he catches you in the air. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His cock rubs so perfectly against your core, and you let your head fall on his shoulder at the stimulation.

He takes a few steps and places you on the kitchen island, you let go of his waist and he takes a step back to look at you properly. You’re wearing his shirt and a pair of panties, that’s it. Your nipples are pressing against the fabric, his gazes catch them. He licks his lips and looks back up at you. He’s holding himself back, you know the moment you give him the go, he’s going to be on you.

You press your thighs together, and he detect the small move instantly. You want him so much, if he doesn’t do something soon, you’re going to combust.

“Am I allowed?” His voice is strained as he stares at you wanting an answer. He looks so fucking hot when he’s desperate. You want to tease he him, say no just to make him a bigger mess. But you’re just as desperate as him, and it’s his birthday. So, who are you to deny him.

“Yes.” You pant, his demeanour and voice have you craving him so badly. He moves before you even finish saying the word, and his hand is in your hard. Moving you like he wants you, pulling you face towards his. He smashes his lips onto yours. The kiss is desperate, hungry, and feral. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip, and you open for him instantly. You fight for dominance for a second, but his other hand grabs your ass. You let out a soft moan and he uses the leverage to take control of the kiss. You move your hands to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. He massages your ass with his left hand, while his right has moved back to take a good hold of your hair. Pulling your head back and move you like he wants. He has full control.

When you break apart your chest is heaving and you’re gasping for air. His lips are covered in your saliva, he licks them letting the taste of the chocolate, you put in the pancakes, hit his tastebuds. His head is above yours and you must look up at him, even though you’re sitting on the counter he is still taller. He pulls you closer to him, pressing his cock against the tiny piece of fabric covering your pussy.

His hand falls from your hair down to your aching core, he presses a finger against your bundle of nerves, and you moan.

“These panties are useless, you should take them off.” His hand moves to the waistband of the underwear and snaps the elastic against your skin. You let out a soft gasp and he slowly pulls them down.

“Lift your hips?” He says, it sounds like a question, but you know it’s a command. You press yourself up, so he can pull the panties off you. The cold air on hitting your pussy makes you gasp, and he pockets the panties, and you give him a look. He just smiles, playing it off.

His hand cups your boob and you whimper as one of his fingers softly grazes your nipple. His hand moves further down, gripping your thigh, and pushing your legs open.

“Fuck, you’re dripping.” He is looking down, his eyes now fixated on your core, and the way you are slowly dripping on the kitchen counter.

“We should get something to fill that pussy of yours.” His gaze doesn’t falter, as he keeps eyeing your hole. You reach out and take a hold of his bicep. Pulling his arm from your thigh towards your core, he doesn’t resist, and lets you move him like you want. As his fingertips graze your pussy lips, you let out a gasp. You are way more excited than you would ever admit, the way he has you feeling by just a look is almost scary.

“Do you want something princess?” His voice is sultry, as his ring finger runs over your pussy, collecting your wetness on his finger. You whimper at his words and the subtle contact from his fingers have you clenching around nothing.

“You’re so damn wet baby, you want me to help?” His voice is low as he says it against your ear, letting his hand cup your pussy. You gasp as his grip gets tighter, his other hand still on your ass pulling you harder against him.

“Please Sugu.” You whisper pathetically against him, he kisses your neck pulling another gasp from you as his teeth graze your soft skin.

“Someone’s needy.” He presses a finger into your core, pulling a whimper from your lips. His fingers are long and slender and easily find the spot inside you that makes you see stars. He presses against hit, and you moan while clenching around him.

“Let’s get this shirt off you, shall we?” He pulls at the bottom of the shirt you’re wearing, which is by pure coincidence his shirt. You lift your arms, and he pulls the shirt over your head leaving your chest bare.

“You look so perfect without clothes on, you should do it more often.” He chuckles and let his hand fall to your waist. His other hand is still working that spot inside you, making you moan and whimper.

“More… please…” You whine, and he chuckles.

“You want my cock? Is that it?” He asks mockingly, moving his finger in and out of you. You try to piece some words together, but the way his fingers hits that spot, makes it increasingly difficult.

“… I… uhm, I want…” You answer gets interrupted as he adds another finger, and you can’t help but moan. His digits pump in and out of you, while you try to piece together a sentence.

“Come on princess, speak. Tell me what you want? Be good and tell me what you want.” You cry out as his fingers hit your g-spot again.

“I just… ARGH!” His thumb has found your bundle of nerves, circling it roughly, as your scream and clench around his fingers.

“I know you can do it baby, you just need to take a breath and talk to me.” He says against your ear, softly biting the lobe. You take a deep breath and for the third time to try to make a cohesive sentence.

“Okay, I… uhm… I want… I want… I want you.” You finally get out, and his fingers speed up. Rewarding you for how well you did, telling you without words that he’s proud of you. His fingers pull out and you whimper at the loss, but he’s quick to move his fingers to your clit. He runs small circles on it, you cry out and as a desperate way to stabilize yourself you grab a hold of his bicep.

“Let me fill you up? Make you come on my cock, like the slut you are?” He bites down on your neck, and you let out a gasp, he smiles against the skin and licks the wound. Softly soothing the bite and he moans at the weak metallic taste. He pulls his pyjama pants down, letting you look at his already hard cock. The tip is dripping precum, and you want nothing more than him inside.

“You think you can take me baby?” He pushes the head of his cock against your greedy hole, moving it up and down collecting the wetness. He pushes against your clit, you moan, and your grip around his arm tightens.

“I can take it, please just… fuck… please put it in.” You exhale as he dips the tip of his cock into you, barely doing anything. The head only being in a centimetre or two, but the stretch already feels so good. He’s always been big, he has always filled you up so nicely. And no matter how many times he works you on his cock, you will never get used to his size.

“You sure you can take me, you can take me, if I just…” He pushes the tip further in, and you scream. The stretch is on the edge of pain, but he feels so damn good. He fills you so perfectly and he’s not even halfway in. His fingers are still working your clit, making you squirm as he pushes in further.

“You can take me, right? Can take all of me?” He teases pulling out and slamming back in. Bottoming out, and the only thing you can do is scream and moan, squeezing around him and drilling your fingernails into his arms. He leaves it in, letting you adjust to his size and letting you catch a breath.

“Oh, you could take me, what a good girl.” He smirks and looks down at you catching your gaze with his own. His eyes are dark and filled with so many emotions, love and lust are the clearest.

The only problem right now is that this is his birthday, you’re supposed to do something for him. Not the other way around. Any other day, sure. But not today.

“… let me do- do so-something, *gasp* for you.” His cock twitches at your voice and the feeling of him throbbing in you makes it extremely hard to concentrate.

“Yeah? What do you wanna do?” His eyes are studying you, trying to figure out your plan.

“Let me do… the- the- work.” You can barely keep your mind clear enough to make a sentence, you’re nothing but a stuttering mess.

“Alright princess, I’ll let you do the work, but there is a catch. If you can’t make yourself, come in the next ten minutes, ill tie you up. Deal?” He always has the worst ideas, actually the best, but you won’t ever admit that. You’re not going to lose in this situation, no matter what happens. It’s really a win-win situation. But for once you want to be the one taking care of him, so you’re going to do everything in your power to make you both come.

“Deal.” He smiles and lifts you from the kitchen top. You wrap your legs around his waist and his hands hold you up under your ass and he moves to the bedroom. He’s carrying you with ease, you weigh nothing to him.

He throws you down on the bed, and you let out a yelp. He crawls on top of you, caging you with his body. He presses his pelvis down against your exposed cunt, and you whimper at the contact.

“No, no, no.” He stops, scared that he did something wrong, and you send him a reassuring smile. You caress his cheek with your hand, and he leans into it.

“The deal was I made you feel good, it feels kinda like the opposite right now.”

“Nope the deal was that you were in control, but the goal was still to make yourself feel good.” You pout and he can’t resist that cute face. He places a soft kiss on your lips and the pout quickly turns into a smile.

“Okay fine, but I’m in control and I’ve decided I’m on top.” You say trying to seem stern, but Sugurus effortless dom-energy is kind of hard to top.

“Alright princess, how do you want me?” You try to flip him onto his back so you can get on top, but he doesn’t move at all. He leans down his lips right beside your ear.

“You’re gonna need to tell me what you want, or you’re gonna need to be stronger if you want to manhandle me.” He teases and you want to strangle him, in mostly a good way.

“Fuck you!” You almost yells, and his face breaks into a crooked smile.

“Is that a request?” His lips still right against your ear, makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Just fucking lay on your back.” You push at his chest, still laying under him. He could easily take control and do anything he wants with you. And you wouldn’t mind one bit. But you made a deal, and he keeps his word.

He sits back up, and throws himself down beside you on his back, so you can finally get on top. Your hands move to his chest and takes a hard grip before you swing your leg over him so you’re straddling him. His cock is just touching you and you can barely think straight. But you need to, if you’re going to win this, you need to keep yourself together.

You take his cock in your hand, angling it so the tip is pushing against your cunt. You slowly sink down, he has already been inside, but the stretch is still there. You sink further down, and he fills you up in a way that makes your eyes roll back. And he’s not even halfway in.

“You need help princess?” He smirks up at you, and your eyes find his. You don’t want his help, you can do this yourself. You know you can. But he knows how much you love when he takes control, and he can barely keep himself still. You feel so fucking good, not even fully seated. He would never admit it, but he’s just as desperate as you, maybe even more. He loves the feeling of your pussy, he loves the feeling of you, all of you.

“Baby if you don’t sit down soon, I’m not gonna wait for the ten minutes to pass.” You’re torn, fuck you want to be the one taking care of him, but for him to tie you up and fuck you till you can’t walk. Is a dream too. But you won’t give up, not when he’s finally letting you be in charge.

“I can do it… I-I-I can do it. I know I can.” You whimper as you press yourself further down, moaning and gasping as he fills you even more.

“I’m waiting princess, also you only have three minutes left.” He grins and the time running out has you trying to get down faster. You lift yourself up, to fall back down. His hips snap up into you. You scream as he finally settles inside, filling you up fully. A groan leaving his lips, as he finally bottoms out. His hands move to your hips, softly caressing your skin, soothing you with his soft touches.

“So good baby, you’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you. Feels so good on my cock. Fuck baby you feel so good.” His voice is close to a whimper, and you smile to yourself. Victory.

“Fuck Sugu, you feel even better.” You’re not daring to move, wanting to adjust to his size for a second. You slowly grind down, and he groans as a whimper leaves your lips. His pelvis pressing against your clit, makes you clench around him, and another groan comes from his mouth. You’re just about to lift your hips to slam back down when he interrupts.

“Times up.” He throws you around and you barely get to blink before he’s on top. Fuck you love when he manhandles you, throwing you around and moving you like he wants. Using you for his own pleasure, but always making you cum so many times you can’t keep track.

“Aww poor baby, you thought you could be in control? You thought you could take me? You thought you could make yourself feel good without my help?” His dick is still deep in you, and you clench around him at his words. His head falls into the crook of your neck as he groans and breathes heavily.

“Do that again, and you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” He says between clenched teeth, you whimper at his words and clench around him again, and you are not sure if it was on purpose or not. Maybe a bit of both.

“That was dumb, baby.” His hips snap back and sets a brutal pace. Hammering into you, making you moan and scream as his cock hits your g-spot again and again. The tension in your body is already building, your legs shaking and a stream of sounds leaving your lips. He has you so close to coming, almost instantly, and he does it with such ease. It’s almost scary.

His arms are caging you, while his hips are pounding you into the mattress. You are clawing at his back, certain to leave marks. He doesn’t care, he kind of loves them. Making sure people know he’s yours and you’re his. His lips find your neck, biting down, drawing a scream from your lips. He sucks on the bite, making sure to leave a prominent mark.

“Fuck princess, you close? I can feel you clenching around me, trying to hold me in you. You don’t wanna let me go, huh?” He groans against your neck, and the tension building in your body is so close to snapping. You just need a little more.

“Please Sugu, just a little more… I’m so close!” You scream the last part as his pace speeds up, and one of his hands find your swollen clit. Rubbing it in rough circles, his dick continually hitting the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“Fuck baby… come, please… fuck… come for me…” He’s almost whimpering in your neck as he begs you to come. He wants to feel you come on his cock, he loves the feeling so much. He loves you so much.

His cock hits your g-spot again, and that’s all you need. Your legs shake and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You scream and clench around him, your vision going black as you spasm. It hits you like a wave, as you continue to scream. He works you through your orgasm, not slowing the pace of his hips or the circling on your clit. You keep coming, not even being able to think as he continues his torture on your body.

You gasp for air, as you finally calm down. Suguru’s biting his lip, doing anything in his power to not come right there. Fuck he is close, he can barely move without busting his load in you. But you need at least an orgasm more before he can come. His hips have slowed down, and his attack on your clit has stopped. He is barely moving, trying to hold himself together. You notice the restrain on him, and in no way is that fair. You got to come, now it’s his turn.

You move your hips to make friction on his cock. Arching your back, so your pussy can take his cock. You clench around him, on purpose this time, drawing a gasp from his lips. He bites down on your neck to try and punish you for the bratty action. You whimper but doesn’t stop. Slowly working him towards an orgasm.

“You need to come Sugu, it’s your birthday.” You whine, feeling so overstimulated from his fucking. But nothing can make you stop in this moment. He needs to feel good. It’s his birthday after all. You can’t be the only one to feel good.

“You’re such a fucking brat, you know that?” He lifts his head so he can look down at you, his eyes wild as they find yours. You can see the desperation on his face, he wants to come so bad. He just wants to make you feel good first, he’s dumb if he doesn’t understand he already did.

“Please Sugu, please, please, please. You need to feel good. Wanna make you feel good. Please Sugu.” You murmur, still working yourself on his cock. The stretch feels so good, the way his cock drags along you walls. Fuck you never want this moment to stop.

“Come on, please Sugu. I’ll do anything, just tell me what you want me to do?” You whimper, trying to convince him to come. He stares at your face for a second, before a sinister smirk appears on his face.

“Anything, huh? You would let me do anything, make you do anything? You want my cum so bad?” His voice is deep and lustful, as his eyes scan your face.

“Mmh, anything.” You nod, trying to prove how much you would do for him. Fuck you just want him to feel good too. And if it made you feel good too, then no harm done.

“Then I think I’m gonna stick to the tying you up.” You shake your head at his words, and he stops in his tracks.

“What?!” His voice is stern, but with a hint of concern.

“You’re the one who needs to feel good, not me.” You mumble, and he barely hears you.

“You don’t think I’ll enjoy seeing you tied up, completely at my mercy. Not able to do anything, but take what I give you. Oh, baby you have misunderstood something.” His lips are on yours, pressing you into the bed with his weight. His hand is in your hair, angling your face like he wants. Attacking you tongue with his own. You moan in his mouth, and he swallows it hungrily.

“You can do what you want with me, but you have to feel good yourself.” You point your finger at his face, he takes it in his own hand and presses it into the bed.

“Deal princess.” He finds you other hand with his and presses them into the bed over your head. He takes them in one hand, so his other can run down your chest and grab a boob. You moan as he rolls the nipple between his fingers, bending down so he can suck it into his mouth. You moan at the contact, and as his teeth graze the sensitive bud you wanna pull him away. But the hand holding yours in place, makes it impossible.

“Let’s get you strapped in.” He moves up so he can reach the handcuffs hanging on either side of the bed. He pulls your hand to it and closes the restrain around your wrist. He moves over to the other side and repeats the action.

“Legs too?” He looks down at you, from the position above you. You nod slowly, and a smirk grows on his face.

“Good girl.” He pats your cheek, moving down to your feet to restrain them too. He secures the other cuffs around your ankles, and you’re now completely at his mercy. Not able to do anything without his help. He loves you like this, he can do whatever he wants with you, and you can only scream his name.

“Remember our safeword?” His smile is soft as he waits for you to answer, you nod.

“No, I need you to say it, to make sure.” His gaze is serious, as he waits for you to say the simple word.

“Pineapple.” You say clearly to make sure he hears.

“Good job princess, you ready? Want me to fuck you?” You whimper at his words, and nod eagerly which draws a laugh from the man. He climbs back on the bed, pressing a knee against your core. Drawing a moan from your lips, as he bends down to catch your lips with his own. He bites your lip, and you moan into the kiss. He smiles, he glides his tongue on your bottom lip. You open your mouth as on command, and he quickly takes control of the kiss. Not that you can actually fight back.

His hand is in your hair, pulling you closer against him. His thigh hits your clit, and you moan loudly into his mouth. He swallows the sounds hungrily, pressing his thigh harder against you.

“Fuck, your moans are so hot princess.” He pulls back, letting you breathe. You try to pull him closer with your legs, but the cuffs hold you down against the bed. He turns is gaze to look at your legs, smirking as he looks back at you.

“You want something baby? You seem a little eager-, no scratch that, -desperate for me.” His hand glides down your neck, further down your stomach, to stop right above your pussy.

“I’m betting on you being soaked, am I correct?” You don’t get to answer his question before his fingers dips into you, pulling a moan from your throat. He collects your wetness on his fingers, grazing your clit on the way up. You gasp and he lifts his hand to his mouth, licking your release of his digits. He moans at the taste, keeping eye contact while he sucks on his fingers.

“You taste so fucking good princess. But now I think it’s time to fill you with my cum.” He pull his knee back so he can lay his hips between your thighs, grinding his cock against your slit. You whimper as his tip hits your clit. You pull on the handcuffs, wanting to touch him.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, baby you know that’s just annoying, if you want something, ask nicely.” He says it so condescendingly you can’t help but laugh.

“Something funny, brat.” He spits the last words, this no good, you made him annoyed. But you can’t stop, you love teasing him, drawing a reaction from him.

“Oh it’s just funny you think you can make me ask nicely.” You smirk and a sinister smile plays on his lips, his arms are caging you and he lowers himself, so his lips are right outside your ear.

“Baby, I can make you do so much more than just ask nicely.” His voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you try to press your thighs together, but the damn fucking restrains keeps your legs open.

“I’m gonna make you beg for my cock. You’re going to be a moaning mess in five minutes, I can guarantee it, you won’t be able to do anything but scream my name.” You bite your lip, trying to keep the noises in check. Fuck he can’t know how much of an effect he has on you.

“I d-don’t believe it.” You try to say with the most confidence, but it comes out more like a whimper than a challenge. But he takes the bait none the less.

“You don’t think I can baby?” He takes his phone from the bedside table, he taps on the phone a few times. He turns it around so you can look at it, it’s a timer set to 5 minutes.

“I’ll turn this on, if you beg for me before the timer ends, I win. And if you can keep strong, you win.” His voice is like poison as he whispers the bet in your ear, you nod instantly. You know you’ve got this, it’s five minutes, you can keep strong for five minutes.

“Let’s begin.” He presses start on the timer, and it’s counting down. He puts it back on the nightstand, and all his attention is on you again.

Your position is still quite vulnerable, as his rough hands slowly runs over your body. His hands reach your thighs, massaging them roughly. You try to press them together, but the damn cuffs refrain you from doing it. His thumb presses down on your clit, and you can’t help a moan from escaping. You lift your head to stare at your boyfriends’ innocent expression, he smiles. He moves back so his head is between your thighs, smiling up at you before he licks your slit. You whimper at the feeling, and his thumb continue the small circles on your clit.

His tongue moves in and out of your pussy, making you clench around it. He laps at your juices, sucking and flicking his tongue. His thumb speeds up, and you moan throwing your head back, as his tongue licks your walls. He knows what he’s doing, he always did, he always knew exactly what to do to make you come.

He eats you out like a man starving, he tongue-fucks you, moaning and groaning into your pussy. The vibration makes you scream, and he only takes it as a sign to keep going. He keeps drawing screams and moans from you, he removes his thumb so his mouth can give attention to your swollen clit. He licks it softly, and its already too much. You’re so overstimulated, but this man doesn’t seem to care. He sucks the small bud into his mouth, softly grazing it with his teeth and you scream.

You clench around air, and fuck you want him inside. You want him to fill you up, just something to soothe the ache in your core. You bite your lip as he sucks on your clit again, you pull on the handcuffs wanting to take a grip of his hair. His eyes meet yours, and you can see his mouth and jaw covered in your wetness.

He looks so fucking hot like that, between your thighs covered in you. He continues his assault on your clit, and you can feel the tension in your body building. You lift your ass from the mattress, pushing your pussy in his face, trying to get the small amount of stimulation to tip you over the edge. He presses you down back into the mattress, his hand on your stomach, keeping you where he wants you.

“Don’t interrupt me.” He snarls the noise coming deep from his throat, and you don’t dare say something back. His tongue continues lapping at your clit, and you’re almost there. You’re moaning and whimpering and Suguru knows exactly how close you are. Your heels are pressing into the mattress, and your hands are clenched into fist.

“Come for me princess.” You don’t need to be told twice, and a final lick on your clit has you coming. You scream as your eyes roll into the back of your head, and you see stars. Your legs shake and you wanna close them but to no avail. You arch your back, but he keeps you on the mattress. You whimper and scream as his tongue works you through your orgasm, sucking and lapping all your release from your poor pussy.

Your chest is heaving and you’re gasping for air, as you finally come back to earth. He lifts himself up on his elbows, your released smeared over his chin. He just grins as you look at him, a hand softly caressing your thigh.

“Good job princess, you did such a good job. I’m proud of you.” He moves up so he can kiss you, it’s soft and slow. Filled with love and affection. You can taste yourself on his lips, and his hand has moves up to hold your waist while the other is holding him up. He’s breathing heavily, his face right above your own. He sounds so fucking hot. He looks so fucking hot.

“What about you?” Your voice is small, you have been to occupied by your own pleasure, you completely forgot his.

“What about me?” He asks back, still only a few centimetres from you.

“You haven’t been feeling good.” You lock eyes with him, feeling almost guilty about the fact that you forgot about him. He laughs, a genuine, soft laugh.

“You don’t think I’ve felt good.” He flicks his fingers on your forehead, “are you okay in there? I felt fucking amazing, you make me feel so amazing, I don’t need to come to feel good.” He leans closer, his lips softly touching yours as he says.

“But if you wanna know, I was close to coming in my pants from just your taste and your moans. Don’t ever underestimate how good you make me feel.” You lift your head so you can press your lips roughly against his. He takes control instantly, making you moan into the kiss, as his tongue moves against your own.

“It seems like someone wants more, still?” He mumbles it against your lips. You moan against him, hoping that’s enough of an answer for him to take care of the ache inside you.

The timer going off interrupts you both, and you laugh. He reaches over and stops the annoying ringing tone.

“I won. I fucking won. Hehe.” You would do a victory dance if you could, but the damn cuffs.

“I guess you did princess, what do you want as reward?” You look up at him, a smiling curling your lips. He looks a happy, but a bit on edge, you know how much he hates to lose.

“I want you...” Your voice is small, and you can barely get the words out.

“You’re gonna need to be more specific baby.” He smirks, know exactly how much this affects you, and he know exactly what you want. He just wanna hear you say it.

“Fuck you.” You snap at him, and his smirk only grows wider.

“As you wish.” He moves his hips between your legs, pressing the head of his cock against you pussy. He doesn’t waste time and he quickly push into you. There is no resistance this time, and he easily bottoms out. You moan and clench around him, and he groans as you do.

“Fuck your pussy feels good baby, so fucking wet for me.” He mumbles, breathing heavily as he adjusts to the feeling of being inside you.

“Please move.” You beg and he whimpers into your neck as you clench around him, your pussy begging for some kind of friction. He moves, pulling almost all the way out before pounding back into you. You moan and he slowly pulls out again, dragging his cock against your walls.

He sets a rough pace, pumping into you. Hitting your spot again and again, your eyes roll back, and your vision goes blurry. He feels so fucking good, his cock feels so damn good. And he fucking knows how to use it. His hips are slamming on your pelvis, and the constant friction on your clit, from the way his pelvis rubs against you, has you fucking close again.

This man has a power over you, a power that makes you so damn weak. So damn quick. A whimper leaves his lips, and you know he’s close to. You wrap your arms around his neck pulling him down, his lips meet yours. The kiss is desperate, and it’s kind of hard to concentrate on it. While his cock is beating your pussy, trying to make you a mess. You know he wasn’t kidding when he said you wouldn’t walk for a week. You’re not going to be able to walk at all.

“Please come in me Sugu, fuck, fuck, fuck, please, please, please, come, fuck, please come in me.” You’re a moaning mess, and Suguru is way too close to deny you your reward again. 

“Only if you come with me.” His voice is rough, and his rhythm is getting sloppy, you know he can’t last much longer.

“Okay... FUCK! Okay, deal, deal, just please…” Your nails are scratching his neck, leaving prominent marks. His hand moves down to circle your clit, his hand is brutal. He doesn’t care about anything but your high, he needs you to come, before he even thinks of himself. But he can’t hold it in much longer. He needs your release.

He grinds his hips against your pussy, and the friction on your clit, makes you come immediately. You scream and claw at his back, whimpering and moaning as you squeeze around his cock. He lets himself go, and his cum paints your walls white. He groans and whimpers as his head is buried in the crook of your neck. He is pressing his pelvis against you, enjoying the moment of bliss as your pussy spasms and he continue to fill you up.

He lets his weight fall on you, relaxing into your touch. You softly scratch his back, barely able to keep your eyes open. He snuggles closer to you, his arms wrapping around your torso. His dick is still stretching you out, he may have a tiny bit of a breeding kink, with the way he loves to fill you with everything he’s got.

The feeling of him all around you, is the feeling of home. You feel so safe in his arms, and you could drift off to dreamland.

An alarm goes off, his high pitched and you both groan in unison.

“Don’t wanna get up.” He mumbles against your skin, and you laugh softly.

“If there’s a fire we need to get up.” You try to push him off you, but he’s too damn strong.

“Sugu, fire. Up. Now.” He groans but slowly gets up, he takes a deep breath and his face contracts in a grimace.

“It’s smell like the thing burning is in here.” You let out a yelp, desperately trying to get up.

“Fuck, no, no, no, the damn croissants, I made you croissants. They’re in the oven. I… fuck!” You stand up, but your legs immediately give out. Sugurus’ arms catch you and a soft expression is painting his features.

“You’re so cute baby, let me take care of it.” He makes you sit down in the bed and leaves to take care of the mess you arranged. Fuck you’re dumb sometimes, but to be honest, it’s all Sugurus fault. If it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have been distracted.

Maybe the end is a little rushed, but I'm really happy about it turned out. So I hope you liked it <3

[carmenberzattosgf]

Carm helping you study and every time you get a question right you get a “reward”🥵

This has been in my ask box for a month. I deeply apologize anon. BUT ANYWAY YEAH.

You’re over at Carmy’s place. You brought along all the stuff you need to get homework done, but to no avail. No matter how hard you try you can’t focus on your homework assignment.

Instead of your homework, your eyes are focused on Carmy sitting next to you. He’s wearing a tight white tank top that shows off his arm muscles. It’s like he’s trying to distract you.

“Shouldn’t you be doing your homework?” Carmy asks. Your staring wasn’t as discreet as you thought.

“It’s hard to stay on task when you’re wearing a shirt like that, Carm. Besides, I already don’t want to do this shit in the first place,” you sigh.

“When’s it due?”

“Uh…” you check the clock on your phone. “Two and a half hours.”

“Dare I ask how much of it is done?”

“Um. None of it? Told you I didn’t want to do it.”

You can tell Carmy’s thinking by the look on his face. Suddenly, his expression turns into a smirk as he widens his leg on the couch. “Come here. Sit on my thigh,” he says, patting the fabric of his jeans. Eagerly you stand up, putting your laptop to the side. You face Carmy, about to straddle his thigh before he stops you. “Ah ah ah. Not so fast. Turn around the other way.”

“Okay…” You listen, turning around to sit on his thigh. As soon as you settle, one of his arms wraps around your waist, holding you in place. His other arm pulls your laptop closer so he can read the questions on the screen. You’re already squirming in his grasp, trying to move your hips against his thigh.

“I need you to stay still and listen to me, got it?”He tenses his thigh, putting pressure against your center.

“Y-yes.” You say, voice laced with need.

“Yes what? Don’t forget your manners.”

“Yes, sir. I’ll listen. Promise.”

“Good girl. This is how this is going to work. You’re going to lean over and type your answers to each question in this word doc you have open. For every question you answer, I’ll let you move your hips just a little bit more.” Carmy presses his lips right behind your ear, before biting down on the lobe. “You understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well then get started.” The idea of a reward gets your mind spinning. Your arms reach over to your laptop to begin typing. Carmen’s arm remains locked firmly around your waist. His mouth presses soft kisses against the back of your neck as you figure out the first answer.

“I finished the first one, s-sir.”

“Good job, sweet girl,” he praises into your ear. “You can start moving those hips for me, now. Nice and slow. Really slow.”

You grind your cunt into his thigh. The movement is slow, but it presses the seam of your pants right into your clit. “Fuck— Carm. Please—“

“Looks like you have…” he leans over your shoulder to look at the computer screen. “Three more questions left. Get back to typing.”

With every question you finish, Carmy guides your hips faster and faster. The kisses he plants on your neck grow to be rougher, nipping and sucking at the skin. You’re in the middle of typing in your as you feel your climax rapidly approach.

“C-Carmen I-I’m about to—“

In an instant Carmy’s arm stops the movement of your hips. “I didn’t say you could cum yet, did I?”

“No sir. You didn’t. I-I’m sorry.”

“Answer the question. You’ve been such a good girl so far, wouldn’t want you to slip up now so close to your reward.”

You type as fast as you possibly can. You don’t care if the answer is right anymore. It doesn’t matter. Once you finish it, you upload the document on your school’s software. “T-there. It’s submitted. I finished it.”

“There we go. I’m proud of you, baby. You got that done in record time despite the circumstances.” He laughs.

“Carmen. Sir— please.”

“What are you saying please for? Good girls use their words. You know that.”

“Need you, Carm. Need you so bad, please.”

“What do you need? Come on. You can tell me.” His mouth bites into the skin of your neck, right above your clavicle. The bruise will be visible for the next few days.

“Your fingers. Please! I need you to touch me.”

“That wasn’t so hard now was it?” Carmy unbuttons your pants, giving him enough room to slide his hand underneath your underwear. You gasp as his fingers make contact with your silt. “Holy shit— you’re soaked. Did I get you all worked up? Had no idea you needed me this bad. Poor baby. Where do you want me to touch you? You’ve been so good I’ll let you choose.”

“Please. Rub my clit. Need it—“ you don’t get a chance to finish your sentence before two of Carmy’s fingers begin to circle your swollen bud. He’s not gentle, knowing you’re already close. His other hand travels up your body to close around your neck. Carmen applied a gentle, but steady pressure to your neck, making you feel fuzzy.

He can feel you begin to completely relax in his arms. “Atta girl, that’s it. I’ve got you, baby, you can cum for me.”

A choked moan dies out in your throat as you tremble in his arms. Pleasure fogs up your head, coursing through your finger tips. You swear you black out for a moment, coming to with Carmy’s hand no longer around your neck. He’s whispering praises into your ear.

“God. Such a good girl. You were perfect, baby. Did everything I asked you.”

“Holy shit—“ you sigh. “Maybe I should get you help me with my homework every time.”

Carmen laughs at your statement. “I like the sound of that.”

[arlerts-angel]

heyyy, i have a request 4 u!! 🤭

could u write sum armin nsfw with afab!reader with one kink that you like the most? praising, degrading, whatever u prefer!!🥴🥴

a/n: mkay mkay i can do that 😈 i've been brainrotting on dry humping with min so my kink of choice is endytophilia!! happy slutsgiving 😚 (endearing)

cw: armin arlert x fem reader, college au, dry humping, a little bit of plot but mostly smut, sub armin if you squint

taglist: @callm3senpaii @ringsofsaturnnnn @dilfkentolover @sleazymac-n-cheesy @darkstarlight82 @arlertwitch

"thanks for helping me study 'min, but i think i'm just gonna accept the F on this exam. i've done so much studying that my eyes are starting to cross and i still feel like i've learned nothing..." you let out an exasperated sigh and bounce your leg. the scent of armin's cologne and being so close to him has been a huge distraction.

"don't worry. we'll take a break and do something else to occupy your mind. you've been doing great." he smiles sweetly. there's really only one thing you want to do right now to de-stress. not only from the studying, but the tension between the two of you. you don't even know how to bring it up. armin isn't the type to just sleep around, and he's your best friend... but maybe he'll understand.

"um, can i ask you something? you can say no if you're uncomfortable." you ask softly. he nods. "of course you can." he sits on the small single bed in your dorm room. "actually, nevermind. can i show you instead...?"

he looks puzzled but agrees. "stop me at any point, okay?" he furrows his brows in confusion. "a-alright... what is it?" he asks. you sit on the bed next to him and put your hand on his thigh. before he has time to think, you kiss him softly with growing intensity. to your surprise, he kisses back. a few seconds later, when you pull away, he lets out of a soft whimper.

"what was that for?" he asks, cheeks flushed slightly pink. "i'll explain later. do you want to keep going?" he nods shyly. "...how much further?" you ask. "w-well, i don't have any... condoms." "we don't need them." "what?! of course we do!" he objects. you can't help but giggle. "armin, we don't even have to undress." he cocks his head to the side.

"let me show you." you whisper before kissing his soft lips again. his hands quickly find their way to your waist. you position yourself on top of him and swirl your hips, rutting your clothed and desperate cunt against his thigh. he catches on, quickly thrusting his bulge against your thigh. your soft moans and grunts are almost enough to make him cum right there. "s-shit!" he wails, grabbing your waist tightly to keep his composure. you shift slightly to grind your pussy right on the tent of his pants.

"oh god— oh fuck— please don't stop." he pleads, thrusting his cock in sync with the grinding of your pussy. "shit–! 'm getting close 'min" you moan. "y-yeah me too—" he holds you down, tight and hard against his bulge "right there, just like that— ohhhh fuck i'm cumming!" he cries out. "fuck 'miiiin—! 'm cumming too—!" you mewl as you reach your orgasms simultaneously; feeling his cock twitch as the sticky strands of cum shoots into his boxers.

"thanks, i really needed that." you admit sheepishly. "apparently i did too." he smiles reassuringly and kisses your forehead.

dividers by benkeibear

[etherealxwitch]

Enjoy The Show

Pairing: Dom!Steve x Sub!Eddie x Switch/Fem!Reader

Summary: Eddie isn't the best at listening which leaves him a bit... tied up.

Warnings: dry humping, use of handcuffs, mlm content (oral, kissing, touching), praise, slight degradation, teasing, dirty talk, pet names, oral (m and f receiving), fingering (f receiving), ball play, reader calls steve daddy once, cuckholdish themes?, unprotected sex, creampie, facial, cum play

WC: 3.7K

(enjoy this filthy smut!)

Remember to reblog and support the author!

You were trying to study; trying being the keyword. You were stressed with college classes and work and not to mention your boyfriend, Eddie, was being needier than usual today. You promised him that once you were done studying that you would give him all the attention he deserves, but it doesn’t seem like he was having it. You were currently laying on your stomach, your head practically in a book, but Eddie was grinding on you, distracting you even more than before. 

“Eddie, I swear to god.” You tried to turn your body, but you were pinned underneath his body weight, “I need to study.” It was getting harder to concentrate, especially when Eddie’s hard cock was pressing into your ass. 

Eddie groaned into your ear when he grinded into you harder, his cock now throbbing against you. “B-baby, please. I’ve been so needy all day and you- you promised me.” 

You sighed and rolled your eyes, your head literally falling into the book below you. “I promised after I finished-“

You didn’t even have time to finish your sentence when you heard Eddie quietly moan out your name and a wetness begin to form on the back of his pants. There was no way he was cumming right now, was there? Eddie was so going to be in trouble later and from his constant apologies, he knows it all too well. 

“Shit- fuck, baby.” His clothed hips stuttered into yours and you soon felt his cock soften. 

Once back into the right state of mind, Eddie had realized exactly what he had done. Quickly, he got off of you and immediately started to apologize, his words barely coming out as he couldn’t exactly wrap his head around what had just happened. You too were shocked and very confused on why he would do something so crazy. 

“You’re kidding me right?” You moved from your lying position on the bed and made your way over to the mirror, taking a look at the wet spot on your pants. “You came? Not only in your pants but also on mine?”

“I-I’m sorry? I didn’t mean for it to-“

You let out a chuckle, a little bit of a sadistic chuckle. “You’re sorry?” You walked closer to Eddie, the back of his legs hitting the bed. “I think you’ll be even more sorry once Steve finds out about this.”

Eddie’s face immediately went pale. He knew that if Steve found out about what happened, he would be in for a long night of agony (or not, depending on Steve’s mood). 

“Wait.. wait! Please, let me make it up to you.” Eddie got on his knees in front of you, hands clasped together. “Don’t tell Steve, you know how he can be.” 

“And how can I exactly be, pretty boy?” Your head whipped to the side as you heard Steve’s voice come from the door, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. “C’mon, don’t be so quiet now.”

As soon as Eddie went to speak up, you cut him off, shooting him a wink. “Someone took it upon themselves and came in his pants.. while grinding on me, without permission.”

Steve gave Eddie a look, a look that told you that he had something planned. He was surprised, but surprises can be really fun. “Oh, did he?” He made his way over to Eddie and carded his fingers through the boy's curls, tugging just a bit. “And why did you do that? You better make your answer a good one.”

Eddie stuttered over his words causing Steve to tug on his hair harder. “Shit, okay. I-I was needy and I just wanted some relief.” He looked up at Steve with watery eyes, “I didn’t mean to- to cum in my pants, I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, baby, you’ll show just how sorry you really are.” Steve chuckles and looks over to you. “Wanna grab those handcuffs for our baby boy? Think we have to show him a lesson.”

You didn’t need to be told twice, especially when it came to Steve being in full dom mode. While grabbing the handcuffs of their hanger, you made a whole show in front of Eddie. You dangled them in his face, watching as the metal made his watering brown eyes glint from them. Eddie’s chest heaved with each breath as he watched you saunter back over to Steve, handing him the cuffs. 

“See Eddie, it’s not that hard to be good now is it?” Steve took the cuffs from your hand, kissing your waiting lips. He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth and let it plop out. “What do you say we cuff him to the chair and then make him enjoy the show? I think he’s cum enough for right now.”

Steve walked around the bed, grabbing the chair from Eddie’s desk and scooting it over until it was right in front of the bed. “Your throne awaits, Eddie.”

Shakily, Eddie stood up and sat in the chair, looking up at the two of you with pleading eyes. 

You kneeled in front of him, cupping his cheeks into his hands. “I don’t think those cute puppy dog eyes are going to help you this time.” You gripped his chin, forcing your lips against his. When you pulled away, Eddie chased after you a bit. He needed more than just that kiss, needed more than just a kiss at all. “Uh uh, you need to learn the waiting game.”

Eddie’s cock hardened as he watched you stand back up and Steve pushed you against the bed. Your legs spread for him. “You see how easy it is to get between her legs, Eddie? You could between our girl’s thighs right at this moment,” Steve lifted up the bottom of your shirt and scattered small kisses across your stomach, causing you to giggle. “But you ruined that one.”

“Hey, Stevie? Should we strip him just to make it worse for him? That way when the air hits his cock, it’ll jump and be more aching?” You looked at Eddie over Steve’s shoulder and he had his teeth between his lips. 

“I like the way you think, princess.” Steve left your body and you both walked over to Eddie.

Your hands worked at Eddie’s pants, your hand ghosting over the bulge in his pants. To be even more of a tease, you squeezed at his cock and gave yourself a mental pat on your back as Eddie hissed through gritted teeth. In one swift move, you pulled down his jeans and boxers, his cock hitting against his happy trail and leaking with precum. “Look at this mess.” 

You went to lick at the leaking slit, but Steve pulled you back with your hair. Eddie’s hopeful eyes dropped the second your lips were moved from his cock. 

“You save that for later, got it?” You nodded your head and watched as Steve let go of your hair and reached up the the neckline of Eddie’s old, raggedy shirt, ripping it right down the middle. “I think this will do.” 

Steve pinned Eddie’s hands behind his back before cuffing them together and then placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Too tight?” Eddie shook his head, too scared to let his actual voice do all the talking. “Good boy.”

You stripped before both of the boys, slowly taking off your clothes and twirling so they can get a good look at every part of you. Their eyes gawked over your body, drinking you in. “See something you like?”

Eddie gulped at the sight of you, your bare boobs and pussy just shining like a light that he wants to crawl to. He pulls against his cuffs, but of course to no avail. He gets nowhere by doing that. “This is not fair.” 

Steve tutted at him, grabbing Eddie’s cock and giving it a slight pump. It was just a small touch before pulling his hand away. “I think this is very fair,” Steve walked behind you, cupping your boobs and pulling at your nipples causing them to quickly harden. “We both think this is very fair.”

A hand trailed down your body, stopping right at your very needy pussy. Easily, Steve slipped a finger over your soaked slit before walking back over to Eddie and running his finger over his waiting lips. “Doesn’t she taste amazing, Eddie?” 

Eddie’s tongue darted out of his mouth, swiping over his lips and humming at the small taste of you. His cock jumped as soon as you flooded his taste buds. He craved more and more. “Can I have more, please? I promise I’ll be good and this won’t ever happen again.” 

“Let’s see how tonight goes and maybe you can have more.” Steve leaned down and kissed Eddie, his tongue swiping over Eddie’s. Eddie groaned into Steve’s mouth, bucking his hips for any kind of attention that he could get. 

The action was making you needier by the minute. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you laid on the bed and spread your legs, giving both boys a perfect view of your pussy. Your fingers found your clit, rolling over the swollen bud and collecting some of your slick to make a small squelching noise. It caught the attention of both boys, two of them pulling away from one another, a string of salvia still barely connecting them. They both watched your skilled fingers move around and listened as your quiet moans filled their ears. You sounded like an angel; you were an angel. 

“Looks like you can use some help with that, pretty girl.” Steve left Eddie and kneeled between your legs, his soft plump lips kissing up your thighs and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Look at you, all soaked and ready for me to devour.”

Steve’s tongue quickly finds your clit, swirling over it and sucking into his mouth. His hair flopped in front of his brown eyes and you reached up to move it away. He looked up at you, making eye contact right has he lightly nibbled on your clit. 

“Jesus, Steve.” Your back arched, the slight pain becoming pleasurable. You grind your clit across his tongue, his hands coming under your thighs and pushing your legs against your chest. “Fucking hell.”

Eddie moaned at the sight of you and Steve in front of him. It’s almost like he could taste you in his tongue. “You two are going to be the absolute death of me.” His voice was ragged as his breath was a little labored from the need coursing through his body. 

This new position Steve had you in made it easier for his tongue to slide right into your pussy. Your thighs shook as his tongue rolled over your g-spot, almost sending you into an orgasm already. He hummed against you, sending a shiver up your spine and causing you to tug on his hair even harder. 

“I can tell you’re close, baby.” Steve pulled away and replaced his tongue with two of his slender fingers. “God, you should see the way you clench around anything that’s in your pussy.” His other reached up your body, toying with one of your hard nipples. He rolled it between his rough fingers, pulling here and there causing a pleasurable sting. 

Pleasure filled your senses and soon enough, you could hear the sound of yourself cumming. You moaned loudly, your orgasm building the more Steve was talking dirty to you. It wasn’t just his words, it was also his voice that sent you over the edge. “I- fucking fuck.” Your body shook as you came around Steve’s fingers, feeling yourself gush over your thighs and down to the bed. “S-Steve…” your voice trailer off into a silent moan, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

Across the bed, Eddie’s cock throbbed and bobbed as he watched you make a mess. “God, this is too much.”

As you slowly relaxed, Steve pulled his fingers from your pussy and dangled them in front of your mouth. Obediently, you opened your mouth as he shoved his fingers inside. Steve watched you gag and tears brim around your eyes. “That’s it, baby, you take everything I give you so well.” 

A whine erupted from Eddie as he watched your cum drip from Steve’s fingers. He wanted to taste you so bad, his mouth was watering just thinking about it. “Please, just another small taste is all I ask for.” Eddie looked at the two of you, both silently and verbally begging. 

“I think you’ve earned a taste, right Steve?” Steve nodded his head at you, already knowing what you were planning to do. 

Your shaky legs allowed you to slowly move over to the chair that Eddie was cuffed to. “Give me those pretty lips, baby.” Eddie leaned up, his lips wanting nothing more than to be pressed against yours. You gave in, pressing your lips to his and swiping your tongue across his bottom lip. Eddie moaned against your mouth and you felt his hard cock nudge at your hanging hand. “I don’t think you’ve earned just that yet. I think you need a little more.. teasing?”

“I'll get payback for this, I swear.” Eddie’s arms tensed as he tried to, yet again, pull at the cuffs. He was huffing at you, his teeth gritted. Eddie wasn’t angry, but he was so needy that if he didn’t get to cum again soon he might actually explode. 

You laughed at him before Steve pulled you back to the bed. “Eddie hasn’t, but I’ve definitely earned the feeling of your pussy wrapped around my cock.” He laid you down on your back and stood up to strip himself of his work uniform. His hard cock bobbed and Eddie’s mouth watered at the sight of it. “Don’t worry, you can have that later, baby boy.”

Steve helped you get situated, your body pressed under his and his cock nudging at your thigh. “You’ve been such a good girl for me, you know that? And good girls get cock.” He grabbed his hefty cock, sliding the leaking tip of it through your slit. You both groaned at the feeling, your pussy just ready to be wrecked and his cock aching to get inside you. “You ready?” Steve lined himself up and waited for you to say something.

“I’m so ready.” You reached down between your two hot bodies and removed his hand, grabbing his cock yourself. You guided him in, his head going to lay on your shoulder and you enveloped each part of his fat cock. “G-god, Steve.” No matter how many times Steve’s cock split you open, you would never get over the initial sting of him sliding in. 

You felt Steve’s teeth bite at your shoulder as his eyes squeezed shut. “Fuck, baby. Your pussy is so god damn tight.” His hips slowly started to rock into yours, your boobs bouncing against his hairy and sweaty chest. “Just squeezing my cock so perfectly.”

Steve leant up on his forearms, his eyes searching for Eddie’s hazy ones. “Tell Eddie who is making you feel so good baby, make it wish it was him.”

Just to add more fuel to the fire, Steve pulled all the way out before slamming in, his heavy balls pressed right against your ass. “D-daddy! Daddy is making me feel good.” Your hands fisted the sheets below you, your pussy feeling so full. 

Eddie moaned at the view he had before him. His cock was past the point of aching and he needed some sort of relief. He pressed his thick thighs together, his balls being squeezed between them. A choked sob left his lips as he could just cum from that. It wasn’t the relief he was looking for, but it was doing the job. “You’re so pretty, fuck. Both of you are so damn pretty.”

Steve gripped your chin and forced your head back to watch Eddie all while he was driving his cock in you with such force that you could feel it in your stomach. “Watch him, baby. Watch how desperate he is to have his cock in my mouth or stuffed inside your tight pussy.” Your nails raked down Steve’s back, almost so hard that you drew blood. “Yeah? Does that feel good? You gonna make a mess on my cock?”

You nodded your head and whined out loud with each thrusting of Steve’s cock. He was hitting your g-spot perfectly each time and it was causing your toes to curl and your chest to heave. “Y-yes, Steve! Fuck, I’m so close.” 

“That’s too bad.” Just as you were about to cum, Steve pulled out and you stared at him, mouth hanging open. “As much as I want you to cum on my cock,” slowly, he pulls out and you wince at the feeling. “I’d rather you ride Eddie and to see my two good babies cumming together.” 

Eddie’s eyes lit up and his leg started to bounce in anticipation. “Thank you, thank you so much, Steve.” 

Steve left you aching and wanting more, walking over to Eddie to uncuff the waiting boy. “Go on, you’ve been good and patient tonight.” 

Not having to be told twice, Eddie left the chair and practically sprinted to the bed. He laid his body beside you, his cock and balls ready for you to suck him dry of all the cum he has to offer. His hand reached out for you, helping you straddle his legs. 

“You look so good when you’re under me, Eddie.” You lifted your hips and slid down his cock, the two of you moaning out in unison. “And you feel even better.”

Hands were quickly all over your body. Eddie gripping out your hips and helping you bounce while his other hand reached up and grabbed at your boobs, smacking them. You tried to hold in the moans, tried to have some control but it was hard when you were bouncing on such a good cock. 

“Did I say you could touch?” Your small hand found his throat and squeezed it, cutting off some of his air. You could feel Eddie’s cock pulse inside you with each squeeze of your hand, causing you to smirk. “You like that? You like being used?” 

You bounce harder, your thighs hitting against Eddie’s. The orgasm slowly built back up and you clenched around Eddie just as you felt him throb and cum inside you. His whole body shook and his hands gripped your hips so hard that you’re sure you’ll be seeing bruises in the morning. “S-shit, baby, yes.” 

Eddie’s orgasm spurred on your own as your hips stilled and you had to brace yourself against his chest. It ripped through you and sent fire through each part of your body. You were shaking and moaning out so loudly that you’re sure the neighbors around you could hear clear as day. 

“Oh my god, yes. Yes!” You felt yourself drip over Eddie’s cock as the two of you came together, making one big mess.

Never has Eddie seen such a beautiful sight before him. Your mouth hung open in an “o” shape and your tits bounced in front of his face with each heavy breath you took. It kept him spilling his cum inside you, you wrecked him perfectly. “You’re so beautiful, so- god damn, beautiful.”

Your thighs shook around Eddie as you both finished cumming. All that could be heard around the room were heavy breaths and you almost forgot Steve was there… almost. 

“You two are perfect.” Your eyes shot over to Steve and watched as he pumped his cock into his fist. “Come get on your knees, the both of you.” 

Slowly, you slid off Eddie’s softening cock and hissed at the feeling. You didn’t fully trust your legs so you grabbed onto Eddie’s forearm, the two of you helping each other move over to Steve. 

In unison, you both dropped to your knees in front of Steve’s leaking cock. “Don’t just sit there, you two know what to do.” One of Steve’s hands grabbed your sweaty hair while his other pulled Eddie’s, guiding you both toward his cock. “It’s my turn to cum.” 

Mouths were pressed over Steve’s cock. You sucked on his heavy sack while Eddie bobbed his head up and down the shaft, gagging when Steve pushed his head farther down. “T-that’s it, always so willing to pleasure me. Aren’t you two?” You made eye contact and Steve winked at you as you rolled your tongue around his balls, his teeth catching his bottom lip. 

Eddie and you switched places, your mouth taking as much as Steve’s cock as you could. Tears falling down your cheeks as you gagged around it, causing Steve to let out a chuckle that was taken over by a moan. Below you, Eddie was suckling both of Steve’s balls into his warm mouth. It was messy, the two of you and Steve’s cock covered in spit. Steve pulled the both of you away from his cock before pushing your head against Eddie’s, you knew what was coming next. 

“You want my cum? Huh?” You and Eddie stuck out your tongues as Steve pumped his cock in his hand. Steve’s hand tightened around the head of his cock and his balls tensed up right as his hot cum spurted out over your tongues and across your now even messier faces. “O-oh, hell.” Steve’s hand moved faster, the last of his cum dripping from his knuckles. 

With a labored breathing, Steve looked down at the two of you. Your face was covered in cum and you swallowed the small amount that you did manage to catch. 

Steve swiped fingers over yours and Eddie’s faces, collecting the mess he made before shoving them into your mouth. “So good, you two.” He kneeled down to eye level and pulled the both of you to him, the three of you smashing your lips together as best as you could. 

“I don’t know about you two, but I need a break.” Eddie was the first to break away making his way back to the bed and plopping on it. 

You and Steve joined him, laying on each side of him. “Then you can show us this payback you were talking about, big boy.” 

Eddie rolled his eyes at your words and wrapped an arm around you and Steve. “Give me a minute and just wait, I’ll have the two of you begging to touch me.”

taggging: @onehotgreasymechanic @dixontardis @thefreakofhawkins86 @hellfire-isnt-it @wroteclassicaly @magnoliabutters @queerpumpkinnn @chosovixen @musicmoviestv @resident-gay-bitch @miles-hargrove @sherrylyn628 @corrodedcorpsess @sweetyyhippyy @psitotallyloveyou

[imhidingfromschool]

Professor- Nanami

WC: 3,329

TW: uhhhh n/sfw? use of words like doll and good girl? idk, kinda public, prof/student relationship

AN: This was a request I did on my wattpad, it isn’t proof read 😋

His warm hand slides up my shirt, warming my icy skin. I can barely hold in a moan as he grinds against my throbbing heat. His gentle eyes stare at me with such love that I can't help but give myself to him.

"[Y/N]?? Hello are you with us [Y/N]?" Your teacher Nanami Kento calls out, snapping you from your not so innocent day dream.

Your face burns red, no way you just had some weird sex fantasy about your teacher...mid-class?! You stand up from your seat and grab your text book, preparing to read.

"No, no need to read [Y/N], you just seemed...distracted. I have a low tolerance for daydreamers." He says causing your blush to deepen. You immediately sit back down, hearing some of your classmates snicker.

When the bell finally rings you begin to pack up your bag. Of course with your shitty luck you spill your pencil case and end up staying later than your other classmates.

Finally when you get your stuff together you head towards the door. You can't even make eye contact with your teacher, the embarrassment is too much to bare.

"Wait [Y/N] come here for a moment please." You hear Mr. Nanami call out. You stop in your tracks and slowly turn around. You mentally prepared yourself for the scolding you were about to receive.

"Yes sir?" You ask, still avoiding eye contact with him.

"I was just wondering if everything's alright? You've seem to be spacing out more and more often in class. I'm just worried about you." He says while placing a gentle hand onto your shoulder.

Honestly you were shocked, Nanami Kento was famous for his harsh punishments. You once heard a rumor that he kicked a student out of his class for dropping a pencil!

You stare into his warm eyes, they're so different from his normal piercingly cold ones. Fuck, this man has no idea what he's doing to you. If it wasn't so taboo you would have already made a move. You're both adults so what does it matter?

No! That's only the horny talking, you know you can't hit on your teacher! You think to yourself, trying to snap yourself out of your lewd thoughts.

"Ah I'm sorry sir, recently my parents have been going through a divorce and things have just been weird. Especially with my father, we've never been especially close." You say to him, technically it wasn't a lie, you and your father had always had a...strained relationship to say the least.

"Okay, just let me know if you need anything." He says and you quickly thank him before scurrying out of the room.

Your friend is waiting for you outside with a smirk plastered across her face.

"So how was getting chewed out by the infamous Nanami Kento. I'm sure that crushed your little crush on him." She says with a wink that causes your blush to return.

You made the mistake of telling your friend about your crush on your Professor. She constantly teases you about it.

"Actually he was super sweet and understanding. He said that I could go to him if I needed anything." You say with a soft smile, thinking back on his warm touch.

Later that night when you finally get to your dorm your friend plops right down onto her bed and passes out.

You envied her carefree nature, she was naturally so smart. You sat down at your desk and opened your textbook to your assigned homework. You sighed, your one little not so innocent day dream set you back way farther than you thought.

You were already struggling but now it felt like everything was in a different language! Nothing was making sense and your grades were already slipping.

You tapped your head against your desk, you needed to start getting more serious. Grades would be sent home soon and your dad would not be okay with any of these.

Slowly you open your lap top and start your intense study session. You watch several youtube videos and read several articles. After all of that you still felt like you only understood a fraction of the lesson.

Unfortunately the sun had already begun to rise. Panic immediately sets in as you realize you went the whole night without sleeping.

The next few weeks are a blur of trying to improve your grades but miserably failing. You try to ask your roommate for help but she's terrible at explaining.

"Just do it! I don't get what you don't understand [Y/N], just go through these four steps!" She insists but it never gets through your thick skull.

Finally the day has arrived, the day you have been dreading for the last few weeks. The day that your grades get released to your parents.

You knew your mother wouldn't care, she was always so supportive. She knew you were doing your best and that was enough for her.

On the other hand your father was cruel, always has been and probably always will be. He would send you harsh messages, and scream at you for the slightest failures. If it wasn't first then it was last to him.

Shockingly enough it had been two days since grades had been released and nothing. No messages, missed calls, or even voicemails. Maybe he had missed it, either way you were relieved. Until it happened.

DING

Your phone lights up with a message from none other than your father. You stare down in horror, you know the worst is about to happen.

[Daughter],

I'm not just disgusted; I'm questioning how someone I raised could sink so low. You've not only let me down; you've shattered any pride I had in being your parent. It's shameful to be associated with the poor decisions you're making. Your recent behavior is beyond disappointing; it's utterly shameful. Your choices not only reflect a profound lack of character but also make me question the values I thought I had instilled in you. Frankly, associating with someone displaying such a flagrant disregard for decency is nothing short of humiliating.

Revulsion,

[Your Father]

You stare down at the message in shock, he didn't even bother to use your name. You quickly run into a nearby classroom, trying to hide the tears that have begun to well up in your eyes.

You collapse, leaning against the wall and falling to the floor. Tears begin to pour out of your eyes as you reread the message. After that paragraph he continued to send more harsh messages, messages that you couldn't even repeat out loud.

CLICK

Your eyes shoot up to the door to your left. You thought you had stumbled into an unused classroom but you realized a little too late that you're in your math professors room.

"[Y/N]?" You hear a familiar voice call out. Your eyes widen in horror, it's Mr. Nanami.

Quickly you scramble to your feet. You try to wipe away your tears but there's no hiding the red rim around your eyes and puffy face.

"Ah I'm sorry, I didn't realize this was your classroom Sir." You say with a quick bow, swiftly walking towards the door.

"Wait-" He says, grabbing your wrist gently and spinning you around. You fall forward into his chest from the quick movement.

Your face irrupts into flames from the close proximity and you slowly take a step back. His face is unreadable and the two of you just stand there in silence for a moment.

Finally he breaks the silence."Are you okay?" He says slowly reaching for your face, rubbing a stray tear away with his thumb. Your eyes widen in shock, the man in front of you who is known for being cruel is being so unbelievably gentle.

"Mr. Nanami-"

DING

That one noise was enough to send you reeling. It was like you lost all control of your body as the grief washed back over you. Your head falls against his chest and he quickly wraps his arms around you.

"[Y/N] what's going on? Talk to me please." He says while rubbing circles into your back. It takes you a second to catch your breath and realize who arms you're in.

"Omg I'm sniff so sorry Mr. sniff Nanami!" You speak out between sobs, trying to pull yourself together.

"Don't worry [Y/N] you're safe, let it out." He says, pulling you back into the safety of his arms. You sob into his arms while he gently caresses your hair, the size difference between you two being incredibly present.

"Good girl, just like that." The innocent words caused your face to engulf into flames, your tears beginning to slow.

Eventually your sob comes to a complete stop and you slowly step away, begrudgingly leaving the warmth of his arms.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Nanami it's just some family issues, I really shouldn't have reacted like this, I'm so sorry." You begin to apologize profusely, embarrassment kicking in.

"It's really no problem [Y/N], I'm here whenever you need." He says with the softest smile ever. Your heart nearly skips a beat before you scurry away.

Over the next couple of weeks you avoid Nanami like the plague. Quickly leaving class as soon as the bell rings. The embarrassment from your pathetic actions have truly stared to get to you.

Unfortunately today you couldn't rush out as fast as usual. You were taking a math exam when the bell rang, and you hadn't finished.

"Ah, sorry, Mr. Nanami I didn't finish." You say with an adorable pout.

"I'm staying after school today, if you'd like the come finish it later." He says, glancing up from his desk briefly to address you.

"That would be great, thank you Mr. Nanami!" You say with an enthusiastic smile, trying to ignore your pounding heart.

Finally the time has come, your last period has ended and it's time to head back to your math room.

Your heart is practically leaping out of your chest, just you and Nanami, alone together. Considering the fact that there's also a near by basketball game the school will be practically empty.

knock knock

"Hello Professor? It's me [Y/N], I'm here to finish my test." You say sheepishly, the door slowly opens and you're met with Nanami gazing down at you.

The two of you just stare at each other for a long moment before Nanami clears his throat, stepping aside. You thank him before heading inside and sitting at your usual desk.

He gives you your test back and the two of you sit in comfortable silence as you work through the unanswered questions.

"Shit" You huff under your breath. You couldn't remember the equation you had to use for this specific word problem.

The way it was worded was similar to another equation. You knew it wasn't that but you just couldn't for the life of you remember what it was.

"Hm?" Nanami hums out, standing over your shoulder, watching your struggle against mathematics. You startle slightly, you hadn't even heard him stand up.

"Use the Pendulum Formula." He whispers as if someone else was in the room, someone waiting to bust through the door and yell at him for giving away answers.

You look over your shoulder, making eye contact with him. He was so close you could practically feel his breath on your face.

The tension was so thick you could practically taste it. His eyes on your lips and yours on his, you knew it was wrong, but was it really that bad?

Within seconds his lips are attached on yours. Your arms fly up, desperately grabbing at his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

You don't even notice as he picks you up off of your chair, seating you on his desk. Your to focused on him, and the taste of his sweet lips.

Neither of you could get enough, your legs wrapping around his waist, him grinding against your clothed pussy.

Begrudgingly the two of you pull apart, gasping for air. His head falls onto your shoulder, arms tightening around your figure, you were so small compared to him, practically caged between his arms.

"W..We should stop." He huffs out, but you knew that was the last thing he wanted, you could tell from the large bulge rubbing against your inner thighs. He wanted this just as badly, if not more than you did.

"I know, but I really don't want to." You say, tightening your grip on his hair and pulling him back into a sloppy kiss.

His hands roam your body, sliding his warm hands under your shirt, sending shivers down your spine.

His hands take little time making their way up to your breasts, pulling your bra down but not off. Leaving your breasts exposed to the cold air, your nipples immediately hardening.

You don't just sit there idly while he toys with you, you're making quick work of his belt. Quickly undoing it and unzipping his pants.

You slide your hand inside, against his clothed heat, still being protected by his underwear.

The two of you pull away from each other once more, though this time it's for the sole purpose of undressing. Immediately you reach for the hem of your shirt, yanking it up and over, leaving your perky nipples on complete display.

He groans at the sight, barely being able to focus on the small buttons that line his shirt. You take pity on the man and help him out.

Your breath nearly gets stuck in your throat as you watch him take off his shirt, teasingly slow. His chiseled body on complete display all for you.

Gently he clears his desk, gently pushing you down on the now cleared area. He hovers over you, so large you can't even tell that he's still standing.

He starts with your lips leaving feather light kisses down to your jaw, your throat, and your collarbone. When he gets to your breasts he pauses for a moment before kitten licking your right nipple.

Your legs squeeze around his waist at the feeling, letting out a moan that sounded more like a squeak. His right hand comes up, sliding across your thigh all the way up to your left nipple, making sure it's receiving the same attention.

It was heavenly, but it wasn't what you wanted, no needed what you needed was him, all of him.

"P-Please Nanami, I w-wanna feel you." You barely manage to squeak out, moaning in between syllables.

He unlatches from your chest with a pop before moving back up to kiss you. The kiss only momentarily distracted you from his quick fingers.

You felt your belt loosen and your pants unbutton and in what felt like a mere second you were just in your panties.

He pulls back to take a look at you, completely flushed with you bra unceremoniously pull down, your arm placed on your forehead and you pretty pink panties with a noticeable wet spot.

Fuck he could almost cum just from the sight of you. You watch his every move, desperate for him to touch you, anywhere at this point.

He wanted to take his time, he wanted to make love to you, show you that he really did care about you and this wasn't just some one night stand, but after seeing you so desperate for him he knew that'd have to wait for another day.

Swiftly he slides his underwear down, allowing his dick to spring free, practically slapping his stomach. The tip was flushed red, precum practically drowning out.

Carefully and slowly he aligns himself with your entrance, practically teasing you as he slides himself through your folds a few times, mixing both of your fluids together, creating plenty of slick.

You reach up, wrapping you arms around his neck, pulling him down into a passionate kiss as he slowly, painstakingly slowly enters you.

The two of you pant and mewl into the kiss, both completely blissed out from the feeling. Your warm velvety walls are sucking him in so nicely, you're so fucking tight he can barely handle it, and fuck he fills you up so nicely, the stretch feeling more pleasurable than you could've imagined.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before he begins to move, but it's not enough. He's going to slow, to sensual, what you need is for him to fuck you, have you seeing stars.

"M-More, fffffuckkk, Nanami harder please." You moan out, squeezing around him.

"F-Fuck, whatever you say Doll." He says and the nickname only causes your heart to flutter and your pussy to beg for more.

Oh and does he deliver. He grabs either side of your hips, holding you securely in place as he pounds into you. When he finds your prostate he practically abuses the squishy area.

He's groaning and huffing above you, trying his absolute hardest to hold out, to not cum on the spot from your warm walls.

As he feels his release approaching one of his hands snake down to rub at your throbbing flit. Your legs wrap around him, somehow even tighter as you let out a whiny moan, pleasure hitting you.

"F-Fuck, I'm almost there." He groans out and he can tell you are too, he can tell by the pulsations, your pussy practically sucking him in deeper.

Without any warning he pulls out and you whine, your hole grasping at nothing. The empty feeling making you whine out in disagreement.

He doesn't make you wait long though, plunging two fingers inside of you. Mercilessly fingering you and practically abusing your clit with his skilled younger.

He has you cumming in mere minutes, but the two of you aren't done yet, no he still hasn't cum. Without even letting you catch your breath after you intense orgasm he pulls your practically limp body off of his desk and onto the floor.

You sit down, staring at him with glazed eyes. Your mouth practically watering at the sight of his dick, it's practically crying for your help.

You spare little time, wrapping your soft delicate fingers around the base and gently licking the tip. He groans, "fuck please, don't tease me."

You smile at his politeness and decide to listen, taking him in your mouth. He's huge and you're practically choking but it's exhilarating. Your heart is racing and your pussy is dripping from excitement.

Your hollowing your cheeks, humming on his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip. You're giving this man the sloppiest fucking head ever and he's enjoying every minute.

Gently intertwining his fingers into your hair and practically fucking your throat with his cock. "Fuck just like that, who's my good girl? You're doing so good for me baby."

When he starts to twitch in the back of your throat you know he's close. That only encourages you to speed up, bobbing your head up and down, staring up at him through tears, not breaking eye contact for even a second.

That was the last straw, he felt something snap and he was gone, shooting warm streams of milky white cum down your throat. You're practically choking on his cock but that doesn't stop him from holding you in place.

"You can take it for me, I know you can, you take me so well princess." He groans out as you work him through his orgasm.

Finally he releases your hair and you slide him out of your throat with a pop. Quickly he leans down to pull you up and into a tight hug.

You return without hesitation, leaning your head on his chest, but he wasn't done. No this was just the beginning.

He gives you a moment to regain your composure before he's bending you over his desk, ass out and ready to be fucked.

[cunodoesnotcare]

mdni | gettin' distracted

I'm in the middle of a gaming session with my online friends, preparing for a dungeon raid and coordinating our next moves. Sometimes my leg twitches a little, but it calms down under your weight — you're sitting on my lap, lazily watching me play. My head rests on your shoulder, and I frown slightly, studying the contents of my inventory for the right potions.

"Guys, anyone needs some Elixirs of Health? I got a shitload of 'em. Sharing is caring and all that," I say with a chuckle, holding the headset mic to my mouth. I can hear my friends' voices in my rig, most of them jocking or simply refusing, and a few of them asking to share. You scoff, clearly not amazed by my continous inventory adventures — now to pass on some potions to members of our party.

You squirm slightly on my lap, and suddenly you have a devilish idea.

"Hey, uh, babe, can I… borrow your hands for a sec?"

"Hm? Yeah, sure, just a moment."

I finish up the potion distribution and put my character in a safe spot before turning my attention to you. My hands are a bit stiff from gripping the controller for so long, but I'm more than happy to help. I place my hands on your waist, my thumbs gently massaging your hips.

"All's good, sunshine?"

"Mmm, that's perfect. Just… a little lower, if you don't mind," you purr in reply.

One corner of my lips goes up as I slide my hands down your hips and under your shirt. My fingertips brush against your skin in slow but firm movements. I can feel your heartbeat quickening through your chest, and now a broad grin creeps across my face.

We are interrupted by another voice in the headphones. "Hey, are we moving out?" I immediately remove my hands and place them back on the controller; a wrinkle reappears between my eyebrows and I mumble into the microphone: "Yeah, I'm ready."

I can't see your angry face because you're pressing your back against my chest, but if I could… O-oh, shit. And if I had a glimpse of it, maybe I could have predicted what would happen next.

"Hey, babe," I say, not taking my eyes off the screen as you start to fidget and grind on my lap. "I'm kinda in the middle of something here."

"Sorry," you mumble into my ear, but your hips don't stop moving against me. Fuck, this is distracting.

"Dude, what's going on there?" one of my friends asks over Discord, probably hearing the commotion through my mic.

"It's nothing," I lie, trying to sound casual while you practically hump my thigh. "Just… uh, dealing with some… lag issues?" I immediately blush: I know I've said a load of bullshit, but I just can't think straight when you...

"Uh-huh, sure," my friend says, not buying it for a second. "Well, you better 'fix' that glitch, or you're gonna wipe us all out."

"Lag issues, huh?" you turn on my lap and giggle into my ear, warm breath making my skin crawl. Your hips continue to grind against my thigh, your wetness now seeping through your shorts and onto my sweats. "Seems like you're the one having some… input lag."

I let out a chuckle, either because of your joke or because of the growing tension of the situation. Now I can finally see your face: your bitten lip, the slight blush, the absolutely devilish gleam in your eyes — hell, you've been planning this all along.

You lean forward, pressing your chest against mine as you nibble on my earlobe. Your free hand slides down my stomach, teasing the waistband of my pants and then returning to your own shorts.

My heart races as you begin to stroke yourself, whimpering softly into my ear. It feels incredible to have you so close, wanting me even though I'm focused on the game. But damn, it's hard to ignore how turned on you make me.

Then I hear a fucking moan and I absolutely can't get back to my game.

I make sure that my mic is off and whisper, "You're so fucking naughty, teasing me like this, getting off while we're in the middle of a game." I cradle your chin and bring you closer to my face, looking intently into your eyes.

"I can't help it, mama," you pant, your eyes half-lidded and glazed over with desire. "You're so fucking hot when you're focused on the game, it drives me wild." You lean in closer, your breath hot against my ear. "I want you to know that I'm yours to touch, yours to taste, yours to fuck whenever you want me."

Fuck.

I can already hear some of the party members asking where I am, but I just take my headset off — they'll be mad later, sure, but I don't care. How can I care with this throbbing between my legs and you on my lap, flustered and needy and ready.

"I bet you're already drenched" I say, my voice low and teasing in your ear. You nod, unable to form words as my hand slides up your thigh, underneath your shorts, and finds the sodden fabric of your panties. "Knew it," I smirk, my fingers delving further, finding your slick folds.

"Oh, fuck," you moan, arching your hips into my touch. I can't help but grin, knowing how much control I have over you in this moment. "Can't get enough, ain't ya?" I sneer, my lips brushing against your neck as I trail kisses down your collarbone.

"Can't even speak, yeah? My poor messy girl..." I purr, sucking hard at the sensitive skin where your neck meets your shoulder. "Want my fingers that bad?" My words were punctuated by soft bites and nips, eliciting a whimper from you that went straight to my core.

"Please," you beg, your hips rocking against my hand. "I need… I need more..."

"More, huh?" I tease, my fingers circling your clit, but not quite touching it. "You're so greedy, aren't you? But I guess I can give you more…"

Slowly, I slide two fingers inside you, curling them in a way I know will drive you wild. Your walls clench sweetly around me, and your nails dig into my shoulders as you moan my name. Aren't you pretty like that, sunshine?

"That's it, baby," I coax, hoarse and filthy in your ear as I keep pumping my fingers. "Let me hear how much you love it."

"Yes, yes-yes-yes!" you moan, your hips rolling on my hand. "I love it, I love it so much!" Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. You look absolutely divine, and I can't help but want more.

"That's my good girl," I praise, my free hand gripping your hair and pulling just enough to tilt your head back.

I lean in, capturing your swollen lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss, our tongues tangling together as my fingers continue their relentless pace. You taste like need and desperation, and I can't get enough.

"Tell me what you want, baby," I grunt against your lips, my fingers curling even deeper inside you. "Tell me what you need me to do to make you cum."

"F-faster..." you mumble, trying to kiss me again. I evade you with a scoff and return to your sweet neck. "Faster, huh?" I tease, my fingers slowing down just a bit, causing you to whine in frustration. "You want it rough, don't you? Then beg. Good girls always beg."

"Please!" you cry out, your nails scratching the fabric of the shirt on my shoulders. "I-I want to cum, please!"

"That's better," I coo, and with that, I return my fingers inside your wet heat, picking up the pace until my hand is a blur of motion. My other hand is now gripping your hip firmly. "You're so close, aren't you? Just a few more thrusts and you're going to explode for me, aren't you?"

"Yea— fuck, yeah..." you whine, your body tensing up. "I-I'm..."

I can't help but smirk as I feel your walls clench around my fingers, your orgasm washing over you in waves. "That's right, baby," I whisper, my voice soothing as I continued to stroke you through your climax. "Let it all out for me."

Your breathing is ragged and heavy as you finally come down from your high, your body limp against mine. I gently remove my hand from your shorts, my fingers slick with your arousal. I bring them to my lips, tasting you.

Glancing at the screen, I see that I've been kicked to the game's main menu for inactivity. I imagine my friends joking amongst themselves about my 'lag problems' right now and what a mocking mess they're going to make of our next session, but I'm not the least bit ashamed.

[raines-cloud]

Long Day

Miguel O’hara x reader

Summary: You had been running from Miguel. He finds you.

Tags/warnings: slight dubcon, predator/prey dynamics, praise and degradation, size difference, brat!reader

Read On AO3

smut below the cut

today had been a rough day. all you could think about was seeing your partner die as you held them, a victim of the prowler. life hadn’t been the same without them.

you were in the middle of thinking about your past when you heard him. shit.

he is miguel o’hara, leader of the elite group of spidermen in nueva york. he has a very… unique way of entering universes. he slices through the fabric of space and time. you couldn’t lie, it’s pretty badass. if he wasn’t actively hunting you, you would probably think it was really cool!

“i know you’re in here,” he growled. “cabrón…”

you held your breath. you knew that he had probably studied the area before locating where you were, but you prayed he didn’t. maybe you could get away if he hadn’t?

his almost silent footsteps were getting closer. you needed to get him away from you. how could you distract him so that you could run?

“found you.” he said.

shit. bye! was all you could think as you ducked under his talons.

“if you wanna see me naked so bad, all you have to do is ask, miguel. no need to try and slash my clothes off,” you laughed as you ran.

“could you please shut the fuck up for more than two minutes?”

“sorry, no can do!”

you two continued to play the game of cat and mouse for another few minutes. at that point, you knew that you were going to get tired soon. he knew that too.

“i’ve almost got you. just give up and let me-”

you threw a wrench that was left on a workbench at him. that stopped him completely. you kept running.

“¡hijo de puta!” he yelled. “i’m going to fucking kill you!”

you realized as you neared the back of the warehouse that the exits were blocked off. what moron did that? wait, shit, that meant-

“there’s nowhere for you to run.”

you felt his presence and braced yourself before he tackled you to the ground. his body was completely crushing yours. you tried to struggle, but the more you did, the tighter he squeezed.

“shit, okay, okay, you got me! there’s no need to do all that!” you said as he pulled you up off the ground.

“you know that i’m over a foot taller than you, right?” he said.

you scoffed. “seriously? that’s what you’re starting with?”

“i locked all the entrances of this warehouse and blocked this exit before i made that obnoxious entrance. i’ve known you were in here for a while, and i knew you would try to run.”

“fucking stalker.”

“shut up.” you felt the grin in his voice as he raised you higher off the ground so that your ass was even with his crotch. “do you feel this?”

your breath hitched as you felt his cock against you.

“i asked you a question.” he growled.

“i, um. yeah, i feel that.” you stuttered out.

“this is what you’ve done to me. you walk around, practically begging to be caught by me. you’re a fucking slut for me and you know it.” he said, lowering you back to the ground. you never realized how big the size difference was between you two.

your heart, at this point, was beating faster than it should have been. “that’s- that’s not true-”

“i can smell you, whore. you’re wet. and i’m sure that if i reach down here…” he muttered, “you’re gonna be soaked, isn’t that right?”

you bit your lip as his hand dipped under your pants and into your boxers. “y-you shouldn’t touch down there- shouldn’t you be arresting me or something?”

“yeah, i should. but this is much more fun.”

you gasped as he ripped your clothes off, the shreds falling to the ground. “hey! what the hell is wrong with you?” you moved to cover yourself, but he stopped you.

“you felt ‘what was wrong with me’ earlier.”

oh. oh.

he slowly began grinding his cock against your ass, groaning to himself. he reached around and started rubbing your clit with one hand and grabbing your neck with the other. “isn’t this so much easier? all you have to do is listen. i know that you can do that, since you seem to be hanging on to every word i’m saying…”

you grit my teeth. “s-shut up.”

“no.” he continues rubbing your clit and grips your throat a little tighter, but starts grinding his cock against your pussy, easily sliding across it. “shit, you’re so wet. are you sure you don’t want this?”

you moaned. “f-fuck off, it’s a natural reaction-“

“you and i both know that this isn’t a natural reaction to being chased by someone more than a foot taller than you and more than 100 pounds heavier than you.”

you were going to say something snarky, but he sensed that and guided the head of his cock into you as you began to speak.

“s-shit! oh my god, miguel, please-!”

“so whiny… what was that you just said a minute ago?” he said, pressing himself further into you. “you said this was a natural reaction? maybe you’re just naturally a whore, then.” he laughed to himself. “oh, you liked that name, didn’t you baby? i felt you tighten up. don’t try to lie to me.”

you wanted to reply, but you were worried that it was just going to be babbling.

he stopped moving. “say something. do you want me to stop?”

“n-no, please don’t stop.”

he finally was balls deep inside you, and you swore it felt like you were being impaled. you felt him press down on your stomach, and suddenly you were very aware that you had a g-spot.

“aw, is that your first time feeling your g-spot? i’ll make sure you feel it being hit…” he said as he lifted your legs up off the ground, putting you into a standing full nelson. “how’s that?”

“f-fuck-! miguel, oh my god. you’re so deep,” you gasped. “can’t think-”

“good. you won’t be able to think or walk when we’re done.”

he pulled his cock out to the tip and proceeded to slam back in. you yelped and he chuckled. he continued to do that for several minutes, increasing the speed at which he fucked you until you felt like you were going explode.

“who said you could cum?” he said, stopping all movement.

you didn’t think you had ever felt so devastated over not being able to cum in your life. you conveyed that through a very whiny, “why’d you stop?!”

“are you crying?”

oh. you didn’t realize you were.

“poor thing, all you’re thinking about is cumming on my cock, isn’t that right?” he asked in the most condescending tone you had ever heard. but you nodded, because he was right.

“good fucking slut.” he said as he continued moving. “cum all you want, i don’t care. we’re not done until i say we are.”

he hit your g-spot continuously as he choked you, and that sent you over the edge. when he kept going, you felt tension building up in your abs.

“m-miguel it feels— fuck! wait, it feels like i’m gonna pee-” you whined out.

“let it happen, baby. have you never squirted before?”

you shook your head.

“fuck, that’s hot.”

you felt him press your stomach and rub your clit. the tension snapped and you screamed as you squirted on his cock. you whimpered at the sensitivity as he slowed his movements, eventually stopping. your breath was shaky and you couldn’t see straight.

“f-fuck… did you cum yet..?” you asked after about two minutes of breathing.

“no, but if you need to take a break we can. i know your fragile body can’t handle me.”

you scoffed. “i can handle you, you bitch.”

he grinned. “you still have an attitude. we’ll have to work on that.” he pressed on your stomach again, which made you realize that he was still inside of you. “i’m going to bend you over that workbench. you’re gonna take my cock like a good little whore. do you understand?”

you nodded.

he pressed your torso into the workbench, your feet barely touching the ground. you moved to cover your mouth with your hand, but he stopped you and grabbed both of your hands and pressed them against your lower back. “don’t hide your noises. i want to hear.”

he continued his routine of pulling all the way out and slamming back in. initially, he went slower, but he picked up the pace within a minute. “fuck, i love watching your ass move as i fuck you. you have such a slutty body.”

“m-miguel, w-wait, ‘s too fast- ‘m gonna cum again-!” you whined.

“i love that you’re announcing when you’re gonna cum to me. it’s cute. go ahead, my pretty little slut.

this time, it was his praise that made you cum. you moaned his name as you did and you felt him twitch. “are you close?” you slurred out.

“moan my name again.”

“miguel, please keep going, you feel so good inside me!”

“fuck. i’m close. do you want me to cum inside or outside?”

“outside, please,” you begged.

“okay.”

he pulled out of your pussy and grinded himself against your ass, using it to get himself off. after a few seconds, he moaned your name and you felt his cum drip onto your back.

both of you sat in silence and breathed for a few minutes. you were sweaty and didn’t think you could walk if you tried.

“what’s your plan for cleaning up this mess?” you asked after you heard his breathing slow down.

“i really didn’t want to stop fucking you this early. you feel better than i thought you would. you did good, by the way. i do have a plan, but i don’t know if you’ll agree to it.”

“we literally just had sex. what would i not going to agree to at this point?”

he sighed. “come to nueva york with me. you wouldn’t live at the main structure where all the spidermen are, but you’d live with me. i won’t be home most of the time, so you can feel free to do pretty much whatever you want, aside from meeting the other spidermen.”

you thought about it. “i’d rather not know when you’re gonna show up again to fuck. it’s more exciting here. i wanna stay here, but i think you knew that i would say that. so what’s the twist?”

he chuckled. “you’re observant. there is a twist. you’d be helping me catch bad guys.”

you stared at him for a second and sighed. “can we talk about this after i take a shower and get some clothes on?”

“yeah, sorry. come on, you can wear my clothes.” he opened a portal to Earth-2099, and picked you up to carry you through it.

[hollywoodxwhore]

needy

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Smut (18+), swearing

Requested? Yes! "can you pleas do a thigh riding colson x reader pls pls pls"

Synposis: reader wants attention, Col is busy, and they find a compromise.

I haven't posted in forever because I haven't been inspired to write and life has been honestly a fucking a mess thanks to my job. I actually had this written for Kinktober and never got around to posting it so here you go!

“Babe,” you pleaded, hating how whiny your voice sounded. Colson was working, had been for quite some time, and you were bored, lonely, and needy. It wasn’t your fault that he insisted on working in gray shorts made of sweatpant material and no shirt, a hat backwards on his head. Rings on his stupid, sexy fingers. It was rude, to be honest.

“Hm,” he replied distractedly, squinting at his laptop and adjusting his headphones. 

You leaned over and pulled the headphones off of one ear. “I’m bored,” you said.

Colson leaned over for a quick kiss, hoping that would satisfy you, but you pouted. “Babe,” he said, giving you a look. “I really need to work on this. I’m sorry.” You sulked, crossing your arms. Colson rolled his eyes. “Why are you so needy today?”

“Probably because of this,” you said, gesturing vaguely to his entire body. 

Colson looked down at himself and chuckled, shaking his head. “Listen,” he said, closing his laptop. “I have to make a phone call. It’s not going to be quick.” You frowned. You were acting like a total brat, but you couldn’t help it. Watching him work had you unreasonably turned on. He rolled his eyes. “Jesus. How about this?”

You scooted closer, climbing into his lap eagerly. “I’m listening,” you said.

Colson chuckled and shook his head, resting his hands on your thighs. “How about you get yourself off on my thigh?” he suggested.

“Wh-what?” you asked, studying his face. 

He shrugged. “Why not? You get what you want and I get work done,” he explained. “Then, after the call, I can fuck you.”

“Okay,” you said, nodding. Colson chuckled and shifted you onto one of his thighs, spreading his legs wider. He picked up his phone, giving you a slow kiss before dialing. 

“Hey man,” he greeted. “Yeah, it’s getting close. I’m working on it.” You bit your lip and buried your face into his neck as you rolled your hips forward experimentally. You bit your lip, liking the friction of his thigh. You continued, moving a little faster, grinding yourself down a little harder. You whimpered quietly and Colson’s hand tightened sharply on your ass, a warning to stay quiet.

You clamped your mouth shut and held onto him tightly as you continued to move, the action making your breath shaky. You buried your face deeper into his shoulder to stifle any sounds threatening to come out. It felt better than you’d expected. 

“Yeah, should be done soon,” Colson continued, eyes on you as you moved. His eyes were slightly glazed and you could tell you were turning him on. He gestured for you to stand and then held the phone between his ear and shoulder, reaching out to take off your pants. He bit his lip when he noticed the way you’d already soaked through your panties, and he stroked his fingertip over the spot. Then, he pulled you back onto him.

Without the barrier of your pants, it was even better, and it was getting harder and harder to be quiet. Especially when Colson tugged down your tank top to play with your nipples. He was getting distracted, you could tell, barely responding to the person on the phone. 

“Alright man, I gotta go,” he said. “I’ll catch up with you later.” He hung up and threw his phone towards the end of the couch before placing both hands on your ass. “God, you’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he groaned, helping you apply more pressure as you moved. “You like riding my thigh?”

You nodded, whimpering softly as you moved, heat rising in your stomach. “Feels so good, Col,” you moaned.

“Good girl,” Colson moaned, squeezing your ass hard. “Fuck, you gonna come like this?”

All you could do was nod as your legs began to tremble, a knot tightening in your stomach as your orgasm grew closer and closer. “Cols,” you gasped, pressing your mouth to his as you came. Colson kissed you hard, helping you ride it out, swallowing all your moans. 

When you were finished, you rested your head on his shoulder and panted. Colson shifted you back a little. “Fuck. Got my thigh all wet,” Colson remarked with a soft laugh. “That’s so hot.” 

“Sorry,” you breathed, but you weren’t. Colson just smiled and pulled you closer, snuggling you. “Sorry for distracting you.”

“Nah, don’t be,” he said, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you, you know that?”

“Mm, I love you too,” you said, pleased and tired as you snuggled into him. 

[fandomsallthetime94]

"Take A Break" - Gale Dekarios

Word Count: 594

OC Used: None

Warning: sexual explicit implied.

I walked into Gale’s home in Waterdeep after going into the city to get a few new herbs for my medical magic. I hung up my cloak by the door and was greeted by Tara who was sitting in the window.

 "Has he locked himself in his tower again, Tara?” I asked the tressym as I gave her a quick pat on the head.

“I’m afraid so, mistress. He’s discovered some new magic, so as you know he has to now lock himself away for days on end until he has studied every last subject about it.” Tara replied, stretching out before lying down on the window ceil.

I rolled my eyes and sighed before nodding.

“I’ll go check on him.”

Tara gave me a quiet meow before relaxing for her afternoon nap. I smiled at her before heading towards the stairs that led to Gale’s tower and library. When I reached the top of the stairs, I could see that his door was slightly ajar, mostly likely due to Tara checking in on him. I softly knocked on the door before pushing it open.

Gale turned in his seat a little to look at the door and smiled when he saw me.

“My love, I didn’t expect you back so soon.” He said, before turning his attention back to the book he was reading.

I walked into his library and over to him before wrapping my arms around his shoulders from behind.

“Tara says that you have been locking yourself away again.” I whispered, placing gentle kiss on his temple.

“Darling, I’ve discovered this new magic and there are so many interesting subjects on this magic that it’s a lot of reading.” Gale replied, as he flipped the page of his book.

“I understand that, my love, but you need to also spend time with your loved ones.” I said, my hands rubbing his chest lightly.

Gale sighed and bit his bottom lip as my hands rubbed his chest. He tilted his head back to rest against my shoulder as his eyes closed.

“You’re a great distraction, my love.” He whispered, as he looked at me from the corner of his eye.

I smiled and removed my arms from around his shoulders before walking around his chair and straddling his lap, placing my hands on his chest. His hands immediately went to my hips, pulling me a little bit closer.

“You need to take a break.” I whispered, looking at him with a loving smile.

“There’s so much that I have to do yet.” Gale replied, looking back at me.

I pouted at him before grinding my hips against his a little bit, a satisfying smirk coming to my face as I felt him getting excited.

“Are you sure?” I asked, placing a kiss on his chest.

A soft moan left Gale’s lips as his fingers dug into my hips.

“Maybe I do need a little bit of a break.” He said, bringing one hand up to grab my jaw and force me to look at him.

I smirked and pulled him into a passionate kiss, his hand moving from my jaw to my neck and squeezing lightly. Gale stood up quickly, his arm going under my butt to keep me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He pulled away from the kiss and kissed my cheek.

“I think we should move this party to the bedroom.” He said, his voice raspy and deep.            

“I could not agree more, my love.” I said with a chuckle before kissing him again

[diorleclerc]

I have an idea! What about being roommates with Charles and you’re fighting about something (could be what to eat that night, what movie to watch, or even why Charles’ most hated ice cream is in the freezer lol) and you land up getting a little too heated and kiss

okay i’m thinking enemies to lovers with roommate!charles… 🥵

despite being roommates, you and charles didn’t get along at all

you probably only ended up living together because pierre introduced the two of you and you both needed a roommate

you were constantly fighting and bickering over everything

tonight, the fight was over how loud charles was being when he was gaming

you were trying to study but kept getting distracted with the way he was yelling with his friends

after awhile, you got annoyed and went over to his room, banging on the door

“keep it down!”

you hear some shuffling behind his door and a few moments later, he opens it and glares at you

“can I help you?”

“can you keep it down? some of us are trying to study.”

“i’m not even being that loud,” he says which makes you scoff

you continue bickering back and forth until his next words surprise you

“don’t get why you’re complaining about the noise when you keep me up all night with your little vibrator.”

when he sees your shocked face, a smug look appears on his

“yeah, it’s not as quiet as you think. and you aren’t either. not that i mind though,” he adds

“i- you- you can’t just say things like that!” you stammer

“why? is it turning you on?” he asks, leaning closer to you

as annoying as he was, you had to admit that he was good looking

and you’ve definitely thought about him a few times when you were touching yourself

so yeah. hearing that he’s heard you playing with yourself was definitely turning you on

“you know, i haven’t heard any buzzing in the past few days… i bet you’re so frustrated,” he continues, his voice getting lower

he was right

your vibrator had run out of batteries and you hadn’t replaced them yet

“i bet you’re aching… and so needy…” he says, trailing off as he leans in and lets his lips barely brush against yours

“i’ll try to keep it down for you though sweetheart,” he winks before pulling away from you, heading back inside his room, shutting the door

it took you a second to process what just happened

you were already annoyed with him but now you were annoyed and horny

so you opened his door and marched in, grabbing him before he could sit down and start his game again

you pulled his face down to meet yours and pulled him in for a messy kiss

“I was wondering when you were gonna break,” he mutters against the kiss

“shut up.”

he backs you up onto his bed, letting you fall back onto it

your legs wrap around his waist and he grinds down against your core

you moan into his mouth and he pulls away

“yeah, i’ve been wanting to hear that pretty noise without the wall muffling it for awhile.”

“you talk too much,” you say, pushing his head down to your pussy

“why don’t you put your mouth to better use?”

“say please,” he smirks up at you before pulling your shorts and panties down

“as if i’d ever beg for you.”

“we’ll see about that sweetheart.”

his tongue dips between your folds, licking a stripe up to your clit

it doesn’t take him long to make you moan, getting you squirming underneath him with your eyes rolling back

“c-close.” you whimper, your hand tightening its grip in his hair

“beg if you want to cum,” he says

“absolutely not,” you shake your head

“hm, then i guess i’ll have to stop and you can go back to your vibrator.”

he starts to lift his head up but you pull him back down

“please,” you whimper softly, needing his mouth back on your pussy

“I think you can do better than that, sweetheart,” he says, darting his tongue out, flicking it against your clit

“charles please. n-need you to make me cum.”

“my name sounds so pretty coming out of your mouth. let me hear it again.”

“charles.”

and soon enough, his name was the only thing coming out of your mouth as he made you cum on his tongue

“this was a one time thing,” you say once you catch your breath

“we’ll see if you still think that after i make you cum on my cock.”

[snippychicke]

For the Sake of a Smile (V.2) Chapter Four

Title: For the Sake of a Smile (Revised)

Overall Rating: Mature (18+)

Chapter Rating: T: Teen (starting to lead into spicy thoughts)

Trigger warnings: Nothing beyond the child abuse hinted in the series, though we do explore the consequences a bit more.

Main Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen in your life. And the fact your coworker was a child. 

A child named Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but yet he smiled despite everything. It wasn’t long after meeting him that you decided you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a literal demon and signing your soul away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

Masterlist | Ao3| Mairimashitai! Simps Discord

The Sullivan mansion was lit up against the dark sky, and full of some of the demons Kalego dreaded the most. 

Iruma wasn't that bad a student, especially compared to how he could be. The boy was striving hard with his studies, and had even rallied the rest of his class around him. 

And you weren't terrible either, even if you did invade his office that one time. And despite his own reservations, Shichiro seemed to have taken a quick liking to you. The two of you were frequently texting each other to the point of distraction. He had never seen someone warm up to the other demon so quickly, especially with his quirks.

But if Shichiro trusted you, then that was enough for Kalego.

So, to be more specific, it was Lord Sullivan and Opera that were the reason Kalego hesitated at the door. His hand clenched into a fist, raised to knock, but he was having difficulty doing so.

Lord Sullivan. Opera. Facing both of them, cornered and unable to do anything but endure their torment.

He could get lucky. You could answer, and he could quickly give his assessment of Iruma and then leave before he ever saw the other two demons.

Alternatively, Opera or Lord Sullivan could answer. And then his nightmare would truly begin. He wouldn't reach home until morning. 

Kalego grinded his teeth, ashamed of his fear, and slammed his knuckles in quick succession against the door. What was he? A coward? He could face those two. He wouldn't enjoy it, but if he had survived thus far…

The demon king himself had to be smiling on him as you opened the door, looking rather surprised by his presence. "Professor Kalego? What are you doing here?"

"The Chairdemon had the wonderful idea that I should visit the Misfit class' family before the final exams," He grounded out, not unsurprised by your ignorance. Especially considering Lord Sullivan's lackadaisical nature. "What should have been a relaxing day at home has been nothing short of torture."

There was sympathy in your expression, even as you rolled eyes with an aggrieved huff. "Or for the love of… I take it that's not typical?"

"No, this would be the first year I've had to do such a thing."

"Devi," You swore, making him smile faintly. "If you want, we can discuss things back at the school come Monday. Or do you want to come in and get it over with? I promise, either way, I won't make you stay long, or drink my attempt at tea."

Despite the obvious attempt at levity, a shiver ran down the demon's spine as he recalled your attempt at tea. He wasn't sure how anyone could ruin such an easy drink, but you were now infamous for a drink that could kill a demon where he stood without a drop of poison.

He wondered if he needed to warm Shichiro about that, or let him discover that for himself….

"Let's get this over with," He sighed and stepped inside as you opened the door further and gestured for him to enter. He automatically scanned for any sign of red hair, or Sullivan's plum suit. But there was neither as you led him towards a sitting room just off the main hall. 

A small, simple sitting room. No chairdemon or his security devil to torment him.

"I could ask Opera to bring some tea," You offered, your back turned so you didn't see Kalego's eyes widen slightly at the perceived threat.

"No! There's, uh, no need," He coughed when you looked back at him, rather confused. "I would like to be quick, so I'd prefer to forgo the pleasantries."

"As you wish," You submitted, gesturing to the small couch as you sat across on the straight back chair. "So, how has Iruma been doing, truly?"

Kalego pulled the notebook from his bag, "The first half of the semester, his grades were abysmal, but-!" He froze as he looked back, and somehow Lord Sullivan had appeared beside you, squirming in place like an excited child.

"Do tell how our little Iruma-kins have been doing!" Sullivan prompted as Kalego froze. “Is he doing well? Eating well? Any bullies?”

“You know very well the answers to those questions,” Kalego growled, snapping out of his shock with a snarl. “Considering you’re the chairdemon.”

“Now, be nice, Kalego,” Opera spoke from behind Kalego, spooking the teacher out of his seat. “You know how much Lord Sullivan worries about his grandson.”

“Where did you come from?” Kalego hissed, scrambling away from the other demon.

Opera simply smiled as they offered the younger demon a cup of tea. “It would be rude if I didn’t welcome my kohai into my lord’s home.”

You muttered something under your breath that sounded like a swear, which comforted Kalego a small, tiny bit. At least he wasn’t the only reasonable adult in the room. “Professor, I apologize for the intrusion," You stated through gritted teeth. "Do you want to continue with your observations so you can continue with your evening?”

“Yes,” Kalego jumped at the chance, though relishing a sip of tea that Opera provided. He may be cautious of the red-haired demon, but their tea was often perfectly brewed and refreshing after the never-ending nightmare of a day.

Thankfully, the rest of the evening went smoothly, with you reigning Lord Sullivan in whenever he started to get too excited. It was actually amusing for Kalego to see you grab the chairdemon by the horn with a growl when Sullivan reached for the notebook he kept on Iruma.

Lord Sullivan was a Rank Teth [Nine] demon while you were a demon who was supposedly unranked and rumored to possess no magic. Yet, despite the vast difference in rank, you easily gave your alleged father such grief. Not that it wasn't undeserving, but Sullivan was said to be the most powerful demon in the realm. 

Yet you showed no hesitancy. No deference whatsoever. 

Even if Lord Sullivan was your true father, his rank demanded respect no matter how irritating the elder demon could act. Especially considering he was also one of the Three Heroes as well as chairdemon of Babyls.

Either you actually ranked equal to Lord Sullivan - which was hard to believe despite your son quickly climbing the ranks himself - or you truly had no regard for rank, which honestly made you even more dangerous. The rank system is what kept demon society together, otherwise the different clans would be at each other’s throats to prove who was most powerful.

Something, Kalego felt, was amiss. Even with Shichiro’s reassurances that you were no threat, he was more sure now than ever.  And he wouldn’t rest until he figured out what.

--+--

After the End of Terminus a few weeks later, Sullivan was happy to throw another party for Iruma passing his exams. Laughter filled the mansion between the four of you. (Even Opera had chuckled more than once due to the combined antics.)

You had sent Balam a text, thanking him for his efforts, which had led into sporadic texting through the evening. Which, really, was now typical of your budding friendship. A day hadn't passed that you hadn't talked to him in some form or another, drifting from simply discussing the difference between realms to sharing more personal stories. 

“And then, I went to tell Professor Balam,” Iruma continued his story, the salamander flower sitting on the grand table, waving its little arms. “When I told him, he was really excited for me, and even spun me around in circles before he gave me the flower! And… he also cut his hair."

You froze while teasing the adorable flower, surprised by the revelation. Opera tilted their head slightly, ears flicking with similar shock. "He actually cut his hair?"

"Uh-huh," Iruma confirmed, nodding his head. "And now it's super short."

You and Opera looked at each other before you pulled out your phone and texted the professor in question. //Iruma said you cut your hair! I want to see!//

There was a slight pause before he sent you a picture. Opera looked over your shoulder and made an odd noise before covering their mouth, but their ears and tail were twitching with amusement as they peered over your shoulder. "Oh my. Did he cut it himself?"

"Looks like it," You agreed tightly, trying not to laugh despite the fact Balam would never know. You would know, and the guilt alone would kill you. Balam was proving to be more and more of a sweetheart every day….

But that haircut. 

Both of you paused as the three dots appeared as Balam typed. //Kalego already laughed, so don't worry. Molting season begins within a few months. It'll grow out quickly then.//

You blushed, embarrassed he called you out like that without you saying a thing. Or did he just presume that based on everyone else's reaction? 

You pushed those thoughts away and typed furiously back. You didn't even really think about what you were saying, just that you were upset on his behalf and wanted to give him some kind of comfort.  //Kalego is an ass, along with whoever else may have said something! You’re still handsome.//

“That's right, it is approaching that time of year,” Opera sighed. “He’s always so miserable during his molt.”

Their words made you pause, you hadn't even noticed that sentence, so focused on the first. Molt? Did all demons do that? Or just the avian ones? And what exactly did a molt entail for a demon like Balam?

--+--

//You’re still handsome. //

Balam was surprised by your message. Him? Handsome? Surely, you were joking. Some odd human humor. 

His face felt warm as he re-read your text, that little voice reminding him you had been nothing but truthful when talking with him. 

Did you honestly find him handsome?

But then again, you hadn’t seen his face - his scar. He had uncovered it in a misguided attempt to relate to Iruma, but you had never seen him without the mask. 

'Handsome. Still handsome.'

Balam felt even more certain that he wanted to keep his scar hidden from you. 

He had quickly grown to enjoy his conversations with you. There were other academic-minded demons interested in biology and the various life forms of the Netherworld, though usually not in the same way he was. It was rare to find fellow demons who shared his interest in imaginary creatures, mainly because they believed there was ‘no purpose’ to the knowledge. 

Knowledge for simple curiosity sake wasn’t a very common demon trait.

But you loved to share things of your world, randomly through the day as you thought of them, or something of the Netherworld that reminded you of your home realm. He had already filled one notebook and started another with information you provided him.

Yet, it was more than you were finally able to give him facts about the realm he had dreamt of. You called it ‘friendship’, closely related to the notion of ‘allies’ that was far more… intimate, yet not quite mates. Like the bond between him, Kalego, and Opera. Or, the bond he had seen develop between the classmates of the Misfit Class.

Whatever it was, it caused you and Iruma to quickly become precious to him. Not just for the wealth of knowledge you held, but because you both awoke something in him. 

He had felt so much pride when Iruma announced he passed, and when the boy quickly identified the Salamander Flower. Yes, Iruma was human and thus needed protection… but he didn't expect to feel so attached to the boy. 

And you… that initial awe he felt the first time he saw you hadn't died at all. If anything it had only grown the more he talked with you, the more time he spent with you. 

He would do anything to assure you both were safe and happy. 

His phone beeped again, catching his attention. //By the way, the salamander flower is adorable! But apparently they normally breathe fire??//

Balam smiled to himself. Not only did you share your knowledge so openly, you were excited - hungry - to learn about the Netherworld. And he was all too happy to indulge. //Yes. But Suzy and I developed a way to remove their ignitor magic abilities, making them completely harmless.//

--+--

"No. No. Certainly not." Opera spoke as they kept tossing things out of the giant pack Iruma and Sullivan had packed together. They held up a giant plush creature, easily the size of Iruma himself, with an even more deadpan expression on their face than usual. "Why?"

"Well, that was the fifth toy I ever bought for Iruma," Sullivan explained like a sullen child. "I figured he should have it in case he gets lonely."

"Isn't this just a day trip?” You asked, crossing your arms. You loved the idea of Iruma going and hanging out with his friends at an amusement park like a normal teenager. 

Even if it was the Netherworld. 

Even if you weren't going along to assure he would be okay.

It was fine. Totally fine. It was obviously a class thing and you didn't want to ruin anything by being a helicopter parent. This was a good step for his independence, and for him to have a normal life.

Nevermind you had barely slept since he asked your permission and you agreed without thinking. And what sleep you did have was filled with nightmares about what could go wrong.

Devi, Iruma and the entire misfit class? Alone? In an amusement park?  You trusted Iruma not to go looking for trouble, but couldn't say the same for the rest of his class. 

Besides, you couldn't shake the feeling that trouble was constantly hunting Iruma.

"Well, yes," Sullivan agreed reluctantly. "But what if he needs his alarm clock? Or his third favorite snack? Or--"

"We…might have gotten carried away," Iruma admitted sheepishly as he grandfather continued to name off items.

"The only thing you should take is your phone, money with some held back as an emergency, and wear some good walking shoes,” You listed, ticking each one off your hand. “Oh, and make sure your ring is fully charged."

Opera nodded, "I agree completely. Between Balam, Kalego, and myself, we should be able to deal with anything unforeseen should it happen."

You paused for a moment, trying to process Opera's sentence. "Wait, what?"

"Well, I really didn't like the thought of my little grandson and his dear friends going to Walter park by themselves," Sullivan explained sheepishly, refusing to meet your gaze. "I figured they needed some kind of chaperone. And you and Opera were firm about me not tagging along, so…."

"So I offered myself and my former kohais to chaperone," Opera finished. "We should be able to keep an eye on the students, and I look forward to spending time with my kohais after so long…"

The anxiety you were trying to pretend didn't exist faded away at the realization, your shoulders slumping as you sighed. "Oh thank the devil."

"See! You were worried too!" Sullivan admonished, pointing a finger at you as if he was a child catching your red handed. "Ha!"

"Of course I was worried! Who wouldn't be letting a group of teenagers like the Misfit class alone at an amusement park!" You shot back, placing your hands on your hips. "But the pros of Iruma being allowed to do normal teenager things outweighed the cons!"

"If we went ourselves, we could assure our Iruma-kins had a fun time and that he wouldn't get into any kind of trouble."

"That's called helicopter parenting, and that is the last thing he needs."

"You guys-" Iruma interrupted the argument softly. "Please, don't fight…"

Both you and Sullivan paused before taking calming breaths. "Right, sorry," You apologized, and were quickly enveloped in a hug by the lanky elder demon.

"Oh, it's okay my little princess! I know you just want the best for our little Iruma-kins!" Sullivan quickly gushed. "You're really the best daughter and mother of my grandson! I couldn't ask for anyone better!"

You rolled your eyes, though your heart warmed at his words, and Iruma's smile. You held out a hand to the boy, who happily accepted the offer and was soon pulled into the hug.

Everything would be okay. 

--+--

After Iruma left with Opera and his class, you and Sullivan hitched a few of the other Nightmares to a secondary carriage. A day of shopping at Magic Street was waiting for you two; a sort of bonding trip for 'father and daughter' as well as distracting both of you from Iruma's trip.

And honestly, it felt nice. You weren't used to having money to spend frivolously, but Sullivan made it clear that no expense would be spared if it meant your happiness. 

Did you want the entire book set on the history of the Netherworld? It was yours. As were the books regarding the Deities that inhabited the Netherworld alongside the demons. Several advanced textbooks that students had been asking about? Consider them part of the Library of Babyls.

Some of Balam's texts on imaginary creatures? Sullivan had a glint in his eyes but said nothing as he added it to the growing pile. You pointedly ignored the look while wondering if it would be odd by demon standards to ask him to sign them. 

After you had all but bought out the bookstore - set to be delivered to the mansion later - Sullivan then dragged you into the other shops, happy to parade around his daughter.

You were grateful for the odd updates from Opera and Balam, reassuring you everything was okay. Especially when Balam informed you that apparently Iruma's phone had died, making you curse at yourself for not making sure it was fully charged.

Speaking of which, the biology professor sent you a picture of what you assumed was meant to be a penguin. Followed shortly by a text: //Are these actual creatures?//

//Yep! They're flightless birds that live in the coldest climates on earth.//

/Flightless birds? Really?//

//They're specialized to swim instead of fly. They can dive deep into oceans to catch fish. And they are so cute waddling on land.//

Sullivan caught you smiling at your phone. "Is Iruma finally sending pictures?" He asked a little too innocently, not that you noticed.

"No, I'm just talking with Balam," You answered distractedly, smiling as you watched the dots appear and disappear as he apparently typed, deleted, and retyped his reply. You could easily imagine his conflicted expression he often developed when he had a million questions and didn’t know which one to start with.

You found it so cute when he was all flustered like that.

"You seem to have grown quite close to him over the last few weeks." Sullivan hummed, his delighted tone pulling you from your thoughts. There was an impish smile on his face, automatically making you panic.

"What? No!" You answered immediately as you shoved the phone away as if it contained something other than a brief discussion of penguins. Sullivan's brows only raised higher, his smile never faltering as he caught you in your… not lie, but not truth either. "I mean, it's not like whatever you're thinking about! It's just a mutual interest in the differences between our worlds. Purely academic."

Sullivan's smile only grew as he clapped excitedly, stars in his eyes. "My little princess! You're growing up so fast."

"It's not like that!" You insisted again, but Sullivan ignored your argument, and instead threw his arms around you, not caring you were in the middle of magic street and everyone was now gawking."My g- ! Dad! Stop it!"

"I'm just so happy to see you smiling so much!" He cried. Literally. You could feel the tears falling onto your shoulders. “You’ve been so gloomy since that first month after you arrived. I thought you were happy working in the library, but now look at you! You're really blossoming!”

Despite his lanky frame, Sullivan was strong, refusing to let you go as he hugged you tightly. You gave up (and maybe gave in too) and allowed him to embrace you to his heart’s content. You hid your face in the plush fur lining of his collar, your arms wrapping around him as you tried to convince yourself you just wanted to be friends with Balam. Surely he just wanted to be friends (allies? Was that their term?) with you.

Yet, there was no denying the small attraction to the giant demon. You always had a thing for tall, broad people, and apparently that carried over to demons as well. Then there was his voice, deep and cultured, even if it was muffled by his mask. And the fact that despite being a literal demon, he was so kind and gentle, taking such care to not break things, to not accidentally injure you or Iruma, even when he was wrapped up in the excitement of a new discovery. 

Which led to the fact he was as much of a book worm as you, constantly seeking new knowledge about your realm.

And the skinship habit of his. Which didn’t help your case. At all.

Could you just blame being touch-starved for sinking into his touches? Or for being all too happy to lean into him as he mindlessly petted your head? Could you blame that for when he seemed to gravitate to your side (or maybe you to him) when you sat next to each other to go over notes?

Yet, Lord Sullivan’s frequent hugs and everything didn’t make you feel the same. Like right now, trapped in a bear-tight embrace, didn't cause your heart to beat wildly or want to melt. It made you happy, yes, and also made you feel loved and cared for, but in a completely platonic manner. Times like these were when you honestly felt like Sullivan was filling that hole your lack-of-family had caused as a child.

That was not quite true with Balam. Your heart and stomach fluttered with butterflies. His touch both caused you to feel relaxed and heated at the same time. 

Your mind kept drifting closer to having dirty ideas before you were able to reel it back into safe territory.

“Now! Come on!" Sullivan suddenly announced as he pulled away, though still gripped your hand tightly. "We need to get you some new things to really make his head turn!”

Before you knew what was going on, Sullivan was pulling you into yet another clothing shop.  Before, he had simply wanted you to find some everyday wear other than the faculty outfit you wore more often than not. But now he was encouraging you enthusiastically to try on things that were far more expensive and luxurious.

“I’m never going to have a use for this!” You protested after he and the dressmaker had convinced you into trying on an evening gown. Granted, the thing was absolutely gorgeous, with a sheen like silk, dotted with pearls and other gems. You would really feel like a princess if you ever wore it to a function.

But, you were a Librarian.  What kind of even would you even wear this to? 

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” Sullivan chuckled to himself, his eyes glimmering behind his glasses with that secretive humor of his that made you worry about what he had up his sleeve. “Besides! I’ve been spoiling my grandson, but not you! I’ve been such a neglectful parent to my princess!”

“Hardly,” You responded flatly, reflecting back to your room. The massive amounts of books that you had quickly collected because of him. Your job, which you only had because of him. And then there was the open love and affection Sullivan showered you with every morning. Or how he popped in randomly into the library with a tea tray and goodies piled high.

 It was more than you could have ever asked for, even as a child. It was definitely more than what you expected when you first summoned him, or when you signed the contract.

 All you wanted -- or rather expected -- was to be by Iruma’s side in hell. And while this was the Netherworld, it was about as far from hellish as you could have ever imagined.

“You’re my little princess and I want to spoil you while I still can before a big strong demon captures your heart and whisks you away!” Sullivan continued, making you blush as you ducked back into one of the changing rooms. Even behind the door, you could faintly hear him and the dressmaker discuss options as well as gossip about your imagined love life.

Weren’t fathers usually overly protective? But then again, you had to admit that would only have made things worse. Especially since nothing actually was going on between you and Balam.

 It was just a little crush, even if you had thought you were far past such ‘childish’ things. Maybe it was just because your life was stable and (relatively) safe that your emotions decided to go through the typical stages of adolescence that you had to skip as you had struggled to survive by yourself.

You toyed with the idea as you pulled back on your regular clothes and left the small room lined with mirrors. You expected Sullivan and the dressmaker to tackle you again with another dress, except both seemed focused on the television mounted behind the counter. It was muted, but you could read the subtitles as it showed an amusement park being devastated by three giant monsters.

//Happening now: Attack at Walter Park. Random attack by monsters, or coordinated attack?//

Your blood turned to ice. Walter Park was where Iruma was. 

Before you could even process what you were doing, you were sprinting out of the shop, no thought in your mind except that you had to reach Iruma. You had to find and protect him.

But you didn’t even know which direction Walter Park was.

Sullivan wasn’t far behind you, and easily caught up with you as you panicked in the streets, pacing the plaza in hopes of seeing some sort of sign that would lead you to the amusement park.

“He needs me!” you answered when he called your name frantically, quickly reaching you thanks to his long legs. “I have-I have to get to him! I have to protect him!”

“We will,” Sullivan soothed, trying to calm you as he placed his hands on your shoulders, making you focus on him. “But trust that Opera, Balam, and Kalego will protect him until we arrive. Blindly rushing in with no plan will only lead to further disaster. You need to calm yourself first.”

It was easier said than done, but he patiently guided you through a few deep breaths to help calm your mind. Once he was satisfied you were at least somewhat more rational, Sullivan stood to his full height, his large bat-like wings spreading wide as he offered his hand to you. “Now, let’s go save our boy.”

You took his hand, and was quickly pulled into his arms before he took to the sky, faster than you could believe.

--+- Su-Ki-Ma --+--

To be honest, you enjoyed spending time in the stables behind the mansion. You never got the opportunity in your old life to be near horses, or any other kind of animal outside the stray cat or dog.

Or dead fish. So much fish. 

Not that the Nightmares were ‘normal’ horses. They were taller than your typical racehorse, with sharp teeth, a thick coal-colored coat contrasting their equally thick white mane and tail, and of course, their blood-red eyes. 

Yet, despite how imposing and terrifying they looked at first, they proved to be gentle beasts once they realized you were happy to feed them a few of the sugar cubes that Opera would rarely give as a treat.

Though, feeding them the raw meat that constituted their main diet still made your stomach squirm. Because, of course, they were demon horses so their diet mainly consisted of raw meat that they devoured with the ferociousness of a swarm of piranhas.

Oddly, Sullivan had never actually named the nightmares, despite how much he seemed to love to spoil them, sneaking out daily to also feed them sugar cubes, or being a bit more bolder than you and feeding them raw steaks out of his hand.

 So, you decided to name the four after the Mares of Diomedes in the Greek myth, seeing how both were flesh-eating horses. Podargos (the swift), Lampon (the shining), Xanthos (the yellow) and Deinos (the terrible). Podargos and Lampon were the two that were the most behaved and easy-mannered of the four mares, nickering softly whenever you approached and having no qualms if you didn’t have a treat or not. They would lower their muzzle and allow you to pet them anytime.

Xanthos was a bit more shy, usually hanging back whether in her stall or out in the fields until you bribed her. She'd trot close, hesitant as she munched her treat and allow you a few moments of touching her soft nose before snorting and trotting away.

Deinos was an ass, and also the leader of the herd. She’d push her way to the front of the fence if the others had reached you first, not afraid of nipping and stomping her hooves to get her way. And may whatever deities that resided over the Netherworld help you if you didn’t have a treat for her, because she would happily bite your fingers off and much on them otherwise (Or so Opera said, and you still couldn’t tell if they were joking or not.)

[mtclouds78]

┌───･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───┐

ALONE ─ original

warning: original. original characters. his pov. black!fem!. sexual theme. short smut. getting the cookie eaten. late night intimate setting. fluff smut?

a/n 💌💞: this is my first time writing smut, pls be patient with me as I keep writing and going through the motions of learning. word play might not exactly be good for now, but you gotta start somewhere lol

summary: after two years of having to be a long-distance relationship ─ due to unfortunate circumstances, the couple had finally reunited under better conditions. after a long night of wine and dining and trying not to make it obvious of how touch starved they were. they didn't waste any time getting comfortable with each other at his apartment, on his couch, equally conversating about some things pertaining to their future. the half empty bottle was discarded the moment they began speaking over their future. nonetheless, listening to his feelings and such made her attention attract elsewhere. the longer she stared at his lips and listened to his deep voice speak, the longer it made it all the more harder for her not to kiss him. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you─" His words were sucked away when their lips unexpectedly collided, his eyes were wide for a moment seeing how close their faces were to each other. he snapped himself to reality, reaching for her to straddle his lap and hike the thin dress she wore up around her hips from restriction. Her hands cupped his face as they made out, feeling his tongue slither between her mouth and hands roam freely around her body and send her to moan in his. She could then feel his calloused hands place themselves at her thighs, stroking upwards beneath the material of her dress to feel a thin strap hug around her waist. he frowns, "you're needy, huh?" His jaw clenched, feeling at her hips as she grinded against him, clearly not wanting to hide what she's been feeling for some time now. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, "I just can't help myself anymore," and he smirked. it was clear both of them wanted each other, and how they were handling it right now, also showed that boundaries didn't need to be laid, which only led things to go further.

I needed her just as much as she needed me. All those years of facetiming paid off what was happening right now.

To touch, to hold, to kiss, to taste 一 to allow myself to love her, and vice versa was all we needed. To allow time to grow slow, eliminate any distractions, and let the mood simmer 一 made our world become secluded from the rest.

Through the silence, I studied every part of her. Familiarizing myself again every detail I missed for the past two years, from the way her beautiful face contoured with pleasure, braids cascaded to her plum ass, around the bust of her breast, the curve of her waist, to the stretch marks along the pudge of her stomach decored over her hips and thick thighs that I found myself groping for dear life.

The smooth texture of her chocolate skin was soft amongst the palm of my hands, my nose─ tickling down the navel of her body as I plant kisses, could smell the scent of mocha drown my senses. Like always 一 she kept herself well maintained, didn't have much hair on her body, and looked as gorgeous as the morning sunrise. My hands slowly traveled up the curve of her body, hearing her gently and yet so effortlessly whine a glorious melody in my ear.

She begins to squirm beneath my hold.

Looking up, I couldn't help but to chuckle at the little pout along her plump lips, slightly getting irritated and nearly whining for me to stop with the foreplay and endless teasing I've been doing for the past few minutes. However, in my defense, I was just loving on her, admiring what I missed due to us being long-distance for quite some time now. Telling her, "I'm sorry, baby." I placed myself right where she wanted me.

She had moved to lean back on her elbows and let her legs move onto my shoulders. Bambi eyes watched while I examine the way her soaked cunt yearn for my touch. After rubbing in circular motion, my thumbs had pulled her pussy lips apart, leaning forward to flatly lap my tongue against her center. Repeating this action few more times, I groan, "Fuck," at the taste of her.

Sweet, just like how imagined.

I could hear her breathing alter, gasping at the warmth between her legs, instantly spreading for more access and starting to emit hesitant moans.

It had been awhile since I've seen her grow comfortable beneath me and to watch her arch out of bliss, mouth hung low, unable to find her voice as she melted at the way my slicky tongue maneuver its way around her flower, made me feel a sense of pride from within.

Although she couldn't see but could hear the squelching sound of her arousal, and the constant feeling of my finger pumping deep inside of her, automatically sends a wave of moans past her swollen, bitten lips "Oh, baby," she praises, head going back and fluttering her eyes closed, still leaning on her elbows.

Rather than gripping the crinkled satin sheets below us, her fingers found themselves at my head. Midnight blue nails combing through the roots of my hair to smoothly twist and tug at the eminent sensation she was recieving from along her clit.

The sound of slurping, licking, and the repetitive flicking of my tongue against her clit was a feature to her loud moaning and whimpering that had turned into a beautiful song. Eventually boomed against the four white walls of my thousand dollar apartment.

Out of intense satification, from my view, her face was drowned in rapture. Brows knitted together, and nose crinkled with her mouth gaped open. She shamelessly emits ranuchy sounds as her head pins back against the pillow.

I could feel her hands pushing at my head, "baby, baby, baby," from the way she cried out to me, legs becoming tense, and hips buckling and swievling against my face. I grip them firmly in place, obviously noticing she was closer than I had anticipated. Her moans were getting higher and higher, chopped, and screwed into an uncontrollable whine that might seem annoying to most.

However, I didn't mind it. I could care less if people heard.

All it did was let me know how good I was making her feel and with that being said ─ I worked myself tirelessly till she came, screaming my name as loud and clear as an opera singer could as she let herself go.

She heaved, her body relaxing from the immense pressure within her stomach while I cleaned up the mess she had made and licking what remained. Her breathing had slowed down, escaping out of the adrenaline rush to a much calmer state.

Silence.

To think she had fallen asleep on me was to expected, considering she had been still for a good minute. Yet, she noticed my face was placed between the crock of her neck, her cheeks lifting as I began to kiss below the line of her jaw and neck.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she smiles, caressing her hand along my cheek to let our eyes gaze over one another, mumbling shared, "I love you's," and our lips to repetitively and lovingly collide.

[nebulacollege]

*runs in a circle like a feral creature* Would Edmund be the type to read Edgar Allen Poe books in class to look smart or is he more of a horrific fairytales type of reader?

+

Anonymous asked:

Do the boys have a favourite book? Which genre do they love reading?

Woah, a question that implies that I read enough books to answer that!! I wish, Anon 😭 But I’ll try to satisfy your curiosity to the best of my abilities.

I combined these questions together since both of them are more or less about the same topic... but for once, I’ll start with Edmund.

I think Edmund would like both of those things unironically. He doesn’t have a need to flex in front of his classmates, he probably doesn’t even think he’s smarter than everyone else (shocking, I know), but it could just be due to the fact that he doesn’t know them very well... yet, the year has just started. Back to books: anything creepy, anything horrific, anything macabre is his go-to, so he’s going to enjoy both of the options you mentioned. He’s not really there for a deep commentary about something, he wants to get spooked, he wants to see some new ideas and thoughts he’s never seen before, and he wants to find something that might actually be true and real despite the bizarre nature of these stories or even fairytales. His edgy side is definitely happy about this, and hence it’s his favourite genre overall, even though a ghost story, an eldritch horror, a detective story with gory descriptions of its murders by a serial killer, or a horrific fairytale are not exactly one genre. Now, if you want him to look smart in class, go with something written by Oscar Wilde, Balzac and such. He feels very smart enjoying the satire. As for his favourite book, no idea lol He probable could name a couple of titles, he has more than one favourite book, but nothing comes to mind as being “Wow, Edmund would’ve been so into it” right away.

Niall is another person who enjoys reading the satire, especially the one which criticises the elite, so he would actually... bother Edmund if he saw him reading something that he’s into as well. Niall especially likes simple, easy to read books, the ones that can entertain him. Things like “The Hunchback of Notre-Dame”, “Fathers and Sons”, “Botchan” and others that have a very clear humorous narration (Niall wouldn’t like “Lord of the Flies”, for example, because it’s too dark and depressing)? He’s drawn to this type of literature, but he doesn’t read it very often. Because there’s something he likes much more, and it’s biographies of famous people :) People like Alexander the Great, Augustus, Caesar, King Arthur, Napoleon, Genghis Khan, Tang Taizong and such. And then I remembered that I wanted to make the Nebula college located not in our universe, so he probably reads something about similar people lmao But you get the drift – the way they rule, conquer, plan and strategise is his jam. He’s so obnoxious... Niall doesn’t read this stuff very often, but he had phases (especially in his childhood) when he really fixated on one of the “cool” political figures and made it his entire personality until he got bored of it. But his passion stayed, and now he has a better and deeper understanding of all those figures and he doesn’t really idolise them as much as he used to, plus he pays much more attention to people who surrounded them and stuff. He also likes historical books in general, I think.

Ned is not exactly known for his reading tastes... he mostly ever reads non-fiction. He reads stuff related to his studies, he tries to read a lot of economy-related books and sometimes gets distracted by things that analyse society more than market. He’s both somewhat interested in it and it’s his genuine desire to understand ~the market~, but at the same time it’s so fucking boring that he falls asleep a lot of the times, so it takes a lot of grinding for him to get to the core idea of those books. Other than that, he only reads textbooks, and the entire world of fiction and art is not something that he considered worth of his attention. Which is a pity, because I think that he’d immensely enjoy grand Bildungsroman novels, which tell an entire life of a character. It’s both like looking at someone’s life and living it at the same time, which Ned would find fascinating on its own, and then it’s peeking into someone’s mind. My guess is that he would enjoy a main character who’s either a lot like him and proven wrong during the course of the story (or when characters from a story throw challenges at his beliefs, he’d like to know how to counter that lol) or who’s depressed, nihilistic, but at the same time very different from Ned’s own rigid views. He doesn’t like infantile or dumb characters, the ones that act irresponsible. Watakushi Shosetsu is also a genre that Ned would like, since it’s very similar to this type of novels, but the line between fiction and reality in Watakushi Shosetsu is very blurry. His favourite book is definitely the one from any of these genres, the first one that shook him to his core.

I asked Ryu about his thoughts on Liam, since Liam obviously reads non-fiction a lot: botany, science, biology, medicine, fashion (esp back in his childhood, so he knows the history of fashion more or less + has an eye for stylish things because he used to stare at pictures a lot), and things about our planet in general, he’s that one encyclopedia child that spent tons of time looking at photos and stuff. So what on Earth would he read as fiction? Detective stories :) It suits him so much it almost hurts. He loves when the author asks him “Can you guess who the killer is?” and he plays this little game in his head every time he’s reading the story. So yeah, he’ll gladly take a whodunnit, howdunnit, and any other mystery he’s offered to solve . He 100% read all of Sherlock Holmes and Agatha Christie stories (although Niall and Edmund also did). His favourite book would be the one where he failed to solve the mystery and considered the explanation smart enough to provide him with clues on why he failed – his criteria is rather strict, so a lot of times he was disappointed by the author’s slyness and the lack of a writing talent.

[the-trinket-witch]

Part 2 of the writing @squidwen inspired me to make

It started with a favor. Kalim had asked if Albert could help a fellow Scarabian in a study session, as Jamil had been busy by the same token with another student. Al was always willing to help a friend, but the student in question, Basil, was not a face he could recall. So it came as a bit of a shock to see the naga lounging in wait at the appointed time. 

“Are you…Basil?”

“Yesssiree~” the beastman replied. “And you’re Albert, I assssume?” 

His query was met with a nod and foxlike smile. He offered a beckoning pat of a cushion next to him before laying out the study material. Before he could answer the offer, Al took to shucking his coat. No matter how often he visited, he could never get used to the oppressive heat of his friend’s dorm. 

“So, what do you feel you’re having trouble with in this class?”

—------‐----------------------------‐--------------‐------------‐

The two had gone over the material as thoroughly as one could. Al puffed his chest a little in pride watching the pieces click into place for his classmate. He hadn’t paid mind, but Basil sure noticed the slow recline his tutor had made into the coil stretched behind him. And, was the flush on the human’s cheeks a bit of exploitable bashfulness? Albert would contest it as the beginnings of heat exhaustion, if asked. In either case, he could feel the tension in the man’s lower back, clear as day. The two had drifted from the homework at hand to more peripheral conversation; a nice distraction as Basil entwined a coil around Al’s waist. The pressure had finally become noticeable, but unlike some, he only seemed fascinated. This was made all the more evident as he ran a hand gingerly across the scaly pattern. 

“Oh, is this just reflex or are you really needing the extra heat?” Al chuckled. “If that’s not rude of me to ask.”

“Not at all~ And let’sss sssay a little Column A, a little Column B,” Basil purred. Could snakes purr? “I couldn’t help noticing your posssture, though. You carry a lot of stresss in your shouldersss. And don’t think I didn’t notice when you ssstretch. If you were looking for a chiropractor, all you had to do was asssk.”

One swift motion was all it took for Basil to loop a couple more coils around the man and thrust him into his lap. If the heat on Albert’s face wasn't from embarrassment before, it certainly was now. He barely released a gasp in surprise before he was staring back at the python who now cradled his head in his hands. Even though his hands were free, the smirk playing on the face above him told that hiding his blush would have been a wasted effort. 

"Relaxxx, Little Hare. Your heart'sss going to give out before you get to be my age," he hummed, letting his hands knead and grind against his 'client's' shoulders.

The scaly band enveloping Albert's torso cinched and relaxed, rolling over the tension like waves on the shore. It was Basil's turn to let his chest swell with pride at the slack growing in his captive's muscles. Even that cunicular heartbeat thumping under his tail began to slow. Of course he was relaxing, he was in the hands-and coils-of a professional. But he knew massage only got clients so far, but a little magic could do leaps and bounds for this 'Hare'. His tail gently guided the man's chin up to better catch his gaze. 

"You know, masssage only relieves physical sssymptoms of stresss, and I underssstand working on that Ramshackle little hutch of yoursss has been taking up quite a bit of headssspace. You wouldn't mind if I sssiphoned off a bit of that stresss, would you?" 

Albert only had a moment, cocking his brow, before taking notice of an odd glint in the beastman's eyes. By acknowledging it, he'd already been snared. Everything but his classmate's eyes seemed to melt away-his periphery, his thoughts, even limbs seemed to puddle around him. There was that feeling again; the one before being buried in the biting, sandy snake pit of Jamil's gaze, the one before being tossed in the truth-compelling sea of Jade's magic, the one as he watched from the front seat the headlights slam into his family's car. Even if that gut-sinking feeling had his consciousness wrapped in silk, it wouldn't matter against the added descent through his mind at terminal velocity. His body knew it was secure and still, but that nauseating, vertigo-inducing, oddly glittery effect the python's stare induced still made drawing breath a laborious act. 

Jackpot. With such a well of stress, Basil's next class was going to be a cakewalk with a supercharged spell in his back pocket. Just another easy game of 'Peek-a-boo'. He had a moment to beam at the typical laxing of the man's pulse and evening of his breath. It was very short-lived, though, as Al's breathing skied back into hyperventilating. This was definitely concerning, but Basil figured that once he'd plucked the last of the reserve, he would chill once more. He dug deeper, deeper into that auburn-eyed reservoir. A memory tugged at his brain as he began to wonder if there even was a bottom. A memory only a few months fresh. That first one just had an overwhelming amount to offer. This, though, felt more like a positive feedback loop; the more he drew, the more stress would build. A familiar, rotten sourness also began to build on the back of his tongue. Blot. He screwed his eyes shut, cutting off their connection before he let that inky memory repeat itself. 

The two of them gasped, having breached their conscious surface. Al scrambled out of his confines, utterly tired and dizzy. Basil didn't offer any resistance, himself feeling overbloated and close to retching. 

"That wasss…unexpected," the beastman panted. Something pooled in the corner of his lips; wiping it away confirmed it as what he'd feared. The miniscule build-up was of little comfort, compared to what could have been,  if he'd kept going.

Al remained silent, electing to collect his things instead of letting the thought of what just happened have a chance to flood back in. His goodbye only consisted of the off-kilter patter of his shoes until he rounded a corner out of sight. Basil's attention lingered on that corner, maybe in some hope an answer to what happened might appear. Someone close by sighed. It drew the python's focus over to its source: Jamil.

"Tried your little 'Peek-a-boo' trick on him? If you have told me before I'd have advised not to bother. He's…weird about that kinda stuff-people getting in his head and whatever. Good grief. Need something for that headache?"