#the constant slight vibration of the controller!

[azrielsrealmate]

if I don’t put my hands over you right now…

azriel x reader

summary: your night in Rita’s was supposed to end with Azriel between your legs, not Azriel beating up your abusive ex.

warnings: suggestiveness, fight, blood, injuries, dark themes if you squint, SLIGHT trauma from an abusive relationship.

word count: 2.7k

Yk when at the High Lords meetings Azriel just snaps when Eris speaks about Mor..? Yeah, I liked that scene way too much. So here this is😸

Rita’s is packed, the heat radiating from every dancing body, the rhythm of the music pulsing through the floor and vibrating in your bones. You've spent nearly half an hour letting yourself go to the rhythm, your hips swaying in time, your eyes half-closed as Mor laughs and pulls you closer to the crowd. You're intoxicated, not just by the liquor you've consumed, but by the power you feel in being so aware of your body, so heated and alive in this dress that hugs you tightly and leaves so little to the imagination.

You spent hours getting ready. Three hours in the bathroom, meticulously shaving, slathering yourself with coconut creams until your skin was soft and fragrant, every detail of you arranged with almost cruel precision. And while part of you did it just to look good, to feel pretty, you know there’s something more. A deeper desire, the real reason you spent three hours locked away like a maniac.

The reason hasn’t taken his eyes off you since he first saw you that night. Azriel. It's always been Azriel.

The push and pull between you two has been constant, furtive glances and subtle touches, half-spoken words and smiles that hide more than they reveal.

You know he’s watching you, you feel it even when you’re not looking, a sensation that burns the back of your neck, and anticipation grows with every passing moment, tingling under your skin. A pang in your gut—intuition, they call it—you think something is going to happen. Naively, you think it might be good, really good, a reward for those three hours in the bathroom pampering yourself.

The music shifts to a slower, deeper rhythm, and the heat in the room seems to intensify. And you really can’t take it anymore, your breath is quick and shallow, and you hate the thought of breathing in the scent of sweat from constantly moving bodies, so you decide it’s time for a break, for a cold drink to refresh you.

You pull away from Mor with a smile and head to the bar, enjoying the slight coolness that the nonexistent breeze offers. At least there aren't people blocking everything in your view anymore.

Just as you're about to order your drink, you feel it. That familiar scent of cedar and mist, an aroma that always makes you turn your head, that wraps you in a feeling of safety, of desire, and something darker. Your heart beats faster with it, urging you to be afraid, but you're smarter than that. And then, the hands. Firm, confident, and so large on your hips that you fantasize about what they could do to you, they settle on your hips and pull you back against a hard, unyielding chest.

Though his chest isn’t the only thing that’s incredibly hard.

You laugh softly, knowing who it is without even having to look. You can feel the strength in him, the tension built up in the way he pulls you so desperately against him. He’s so close, and he leans down so that his mouth is right by your ear, and when he speaks, his voice is a low growl that wraps around every inch of your skin, making you exhale, your skin prickling. You press your thighs together.

“If I don’t put my hands on you right now, I’m going to put them around the neck of every man looking at you.”

The whole world seems to stop for a second. Your breath catches, and the pulse in your throat pounds. You knew there would be consequences tonight, but the reality of it hits you like a punch. Azriel, always controlled, always restrained, is on the edge, and the idea of that control breaking… is intoxicating. You smell it, so thick you can taste it, musky. God, you’d give anything to have it on your tongue for real.

“You don’t have to be so dramatic,” you murmur, but your voice trembles, betraying you. Because deep down, you like it. You like that he’s so close, that he’s so vulnerable with you, that he feels something so fierce that it drives him to act. Your words seem to only provoke him further because the grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into the fabric of your dress.

“Dramatic doesn’t even begin to cover it,” he whispers against your ear, his warm breath trailing over your skin. “You… have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

The trembling inside you turns into a wave, and you can barely contain it. It’s an effort not to roll your eyes in pure pleasure, not to rub your thighs together to get some friction.

“And what are you going to do about it?” you whisper, challenging him. Although to you, it’s not a challenge, it’s an offering. So full of need that you have to mask it.

Azriel doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he turns you, gently but firmly, until you’re face to face with him. His eyes, as dark as the night itself, are lit with a mix of emotions that make you tremble. Slowly, his gaze lowers to your dress, the slight leopard lace that gathers at the top, just enough to give him a tantalizing view of the skin you so carefully prepared.

“This dress…” he murmurs, his voice deep and laden with meaning. “It’s on purpose. You knew what it would do, what it would do to me.” His hand moves up, slowly, from your hip to the small portion of bare skin on your shoulder, brushing it with a tenderness that contrasts with the fire in his eyes. “If you wore it for me, then I have the right to take it off you.”

Your lips part, words trapped in your throat as you try to process the intensity of what he’s saying. But before you can respond, his mouth is on yours, stealing your breath, demanding more than you thought you were willing to give.

The kiss is hard, fierce. His tongue claims your mouth as his own, exploring and savoring; you barely have time to keep up with him.

His hands roam over your body, exploring the skin you’ve prepared for him, and you cling to his shoulders because your knees are trembling. It’s as if the world around you disappears, leaving only Azriel, his mouth on yours, his body firm against yours, and the fire that heats your skin and spreads to his.

When he finally pulls away, you’re both panting, and he looks at you as if he can’t decide whether he wants to kiss you again or carry you out of Rita’s right then and there.

“Let’s go,” he says, his voice more of an order than a request, and although his tone is firm, there’s a plea in his eyes. A need that mirrors your own. And it’s completely overwhelming, you can only nod. And your legs move when your mind is still dazed from the kiss, his hand on your waist as if he can sense that.

Azriel comes to a sudden stop, just before you can cross the threshold of Rita’s, when a cold, venom-laden voice rises above the club's noise.

“Already got another man?”

Your heart stops for an instant, the heat of euphoria fading as you recognize the figure approaching. Tall, dark-haired, and gray-eyed, who used to look at you with something you believed was love, but now only shows resentment. Your face hardens at the sight of your ex, and a familiar tension settles in your chest, a reminder of the scars you still carry.

Azriel notices immediately. His grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your skin possessively. You can feel the tension in him, the way his body prepares to act, to protect you. Azriel’s shadows, always lurking, slip across the floor between you like snakes, dark and threatening until one of them coils around your shoulders.

“We broke up over a year ago, get over it,” you say, your voice tense but firm, maintaining your composure despite the turmoil inside you. You have no intention of giving him the satisfaction of seeing how much his presence affects you, how much Azriel’s grip on your waist is doing for you.

But he laughs, a bitter, hollow sound that makes your stomach churn. He takes a threatening step toward you, and though your body wants to retreat, you stand firm. You know this game. You know he’ll drink and get drunk on the slight fear in your eyes, he’ll go crazy if you back away, he’ll think he has more power than he does, so you force yourself to stay still.

His fists clench, and you see Azriel’s gaze turn lethal, a flash of cold fury that he barely contains.

Your ex doesn’t give you time to respond, the gray of his eyes fixed on Azriel, and his voice comes out filled with disdain, as sharp as a knife. “You’ll find out soon enough, she’s not worth it. All that pretty face, and she’s not even going to suck your…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. He can’t. Because the moment those venomous words leave his mouth, Azriel moves, faster than a blink. You feel the heat of his body leave you for an instant, and then, the sound of impact. A dull, heavy thud reverberates in the air, and you see your ex stagger backward, blood spurting from his nose.

But Azriel doesn't stop there.

The wild gleam in his eyes tells you everything you need to know: he's not going to stop. He doesn't want to stop. With lethal efficiency, he launches himself at your ex again, his fist finding its mark over and over, with a fury that has been simmering for too long, now unleashed in an unstoppable torrent.

And you... do nothing to stop him. You could always say you were paralyzed, that you didn't know what to do, that it caught you by surprise because you remain there, your feet rooted to the ground as you watch Azriel destroy the man who had hurt you time and again. You should scream, you should intervene, but you don't. Because a part of you—that dark and wounded part—feels a perverse satisfaction watching him get what he deserves. Each blow seems to erase one of the invisible scars he left you, each groan of pain he emits sounds like justice for the years you lost with him.

Blood splatters the ground, and your ex tries to cover himself, but it’s futile. Azriel is unstoppable, his face transformed into a mask of pure rage, his shadows swirling around him like frenzied beasts, hungry for more.

But then, a giant figure bursts onto the scene, a whirlwind of muscle and strength. Cassian.

In an instant, the General of Rhys’s armies is upon them, his arms encircling Azriel and pulling him back with brutal force. But Azriel fights, his body trying to break free, desperate to keep punishing that man, to make him pay for every word, every insult, every wound he caused you.

"Azriel, stop!" Cassian’s voice booms above the chaos, laden with authority, but also concern. Cassian tightens his grip, his wings spreading to block everyone else’s view, his expression hardened as he uses all his strength to contain his brother.

You barely see it, but you hear him growl, a sound that doesn’t seem human, and for a terrible second, you think he might even turn on Cassian. His shadows swirl, dark and violent, but then, in an almost imperceptible movement, you see Azriel close his eyes, taking deep breaths, struggling with himself, fighting to control his rage.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Azriel relaxes enough for Cassian to release him, though his eyes are still blazing with that fury that makes you tremble. The shadows slowly recede, as if they still want to attack but obey their master.

Your ex lies on the ground, gasping, his face barely recognizable from the beating, but you know he’s conscious. You feel the weight of everyone’s gaze, but you can only look at Azriel. At Azriel, who continues to look at you as if you’re the only person in his world, as if his vision had narrowed to just you.

Cassian holds him by the shoulders, keeping him in place, though it’s no longer necessary. The fight is over, but the air is still charged with tension, so thick that if anyone decided to push too far, it would shatter with the sound of another broken bone.

Azriel steps away from Cassian, his eyes never leaving yours. He takes a step toward you, then another, until he’s standing in front of you, so close you can feel his breath on your skin.

"Are you okay?" His voice is a whisper, rough from the rage, but also filled with that unshakable concern he’s always had for you.

And for the first time in what seems like an eternity, you feel you can breathe again. You nod.

Cassian steps aside, giving one last piercing look at the man on the floor before giving you some space. Azriel remains unmoving, his eyes scanning every inch of your face, searching for any sign that this has affected you more than you admit. But all he sees is your determination.

"Let’s go," you finally say, your voice louder than you expected. You take his hand, his bloodied and bruised knuckles against your skin, and guide him out of Rita’s, away from the curious gazes and the chaos left behind.

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The silence is almost overwhelming as you close the door of your apartment behind you. Azriel stands at the entrance, his eyes still dark with fury, but now the exhaustion and guilt begin to show in his expression. He says nothing, just watches you as you head to the bathroom and fetch the first aid kit. The sound of running water fills the space, but the tension between you is almost tangible.

When you return, you find him standing in the middle of the living room, his gaze lost on the floor. You don’t say anything as you gently take his hand, guiding him to the couch. Azriel allows himself to be led, his wings drooping and his posture relaxed now that the adrenaline has worn off. You can feel lighter yourself.

"Let me see," you whisper, barely a breath. You hold his hand with a softness that contrasts with the brutality of what you just witnessed. His knuckles are bloodied and his hands tremble slightly, though you’re not sure if it’s from the fight or from what he feels now.

He says nothing as you clean the blood, his gaze fixed on your hands, watching every move as if it’s the first time someone has cared for him this way. As if he’s never experienced tenderness before, and the way you’re wiping the blood from his knuckles is presenting it to him on a silver platter. It’s not the first time you’ve done this, but the intimacy of this moment, after what happened, feels different.

"I’m sorry," he murmurs finally, his voice barely a whisper. "I shouldn’t have lost control like that."

Your hands pause for a moment, your eyes meeting his. You see the guilt there, mixed with that smoldering rage that never seems to fully disappear.

"Don’t apologize," you reply firmly, resuming your task. "He deserved it. And... I’m not going to lie, Azriel. Watching him get what he deserved... it wasn’t so bad."

He looks at you, surprised by the confession, but something in your words seems to calm him. He accepts your response, though you know a part of him will always blame himself for losing control. It’s what makes him who he is.

When you finish cleaning and bandaging his knuckles, you keep his hand in yours for a moment longer, savoring the warmth you’ve always found in him. Azriel, who has always been your rock, your protector, now allows himself to be cared for, letting you see that vulnerability he so rarely shows.

"Thank you," he says softly, meeting your gaze with eyes now velvety as he looks at you without worrying about anything else, and his other hand reaching to caress your cheek with a gentleness that contrasts with the brutality of the night.

You don’t respond because there’s no need. Instead, you lean into him, allowing yourself to rest in the warmth of his embrace, in the comfort only he can offer you. Outside, the world keeps spinning, but here, in this small corner of your life, everything is calm.

[sugarnspice630]

Level Up - San

"The more noise you make, the faster it’ll go, got it?"

•pairing: dom!San x sub!reader

•word count: 1.3k

•tags: mdni, smut, overstimulation, humiliation, vibrator use (f receiving, m controlling), gamer san, Yunho, Jongho, and Wooyoung are featured in this fic with a focus on Jongho, bondage, reader gets ignored by San, slight praise, slight degradation, heavy teasing

Summary: San was tired of you interrupting his important game-play, so he took care of the problem by tying you up and making you cum many times, while the other members could hear.

Note: Reader internal dialogue will be blue text, San speaking but reader not fully paying attention will be red text.

A/N: Oddly enough this was a fantasy me and my ex had with each other, but we're no longer together so I changed it to be with men I care about now! Please let me know what you think and show your support by reblogging, liking, commenting, etc. Happy reading!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆───

San had enough of you interrupting his video game time with the members. Sitting in his lap, just trying to watch him play, giving him kisses every time he got a kill or did something good. Your constant need for attention was driving him crazy, and he had to do something about it. He excused himself from the party chat and muted his mic, or so he thought, before grabbing you off his lap and throwing you down onto the bed.

“S-San? What the fuck?!”

“If you’re not going to be a good girl and not bother me when I’m in the middle of an important mission, then I’ll have to force you to be one.” He snarls as he aggressively grabs your hands and ties them together before attaching your tied hands to the contraption hanging from above your bed.

“S-San I’m sorry!” You stutter in panic at the sudden shift in mood. You didn’t mean to set him off. You just haven’t seen him for a really long time and wanted to spend time with him, but I guess he needed his alone time. 

“Sorry is not gonna save you this time princess.” He turns away to grab something from the nightstand drawer. You realize what he grabbed, and you swallow the knot in your throat.

“S-Sannie please.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you can only watch as he pulls your pajama shorts and underwear away from your waist, turns the vibrator on, places it in your underwear, and snaps the bands back to your skin.

“Shut it.” He grabs your chin and makes you look up at him. You furrow your eyebrows and bite the inside of your lip. The vibrator was pressing right against your bud and already causing a sensation that you knew if it continued, you would cum many times. He lets go of your face and shakes the vibrator’s remote in a taunting way.

“The more noise you make, the faster it’ll go, got it?” You nod your head softly, trying to suppress the moan that is threatening to come out already. San leans back away from you and steps away to continue his game. You watch as he picks his headset back up, places it on his head, leaving one ear uncovered to hear if you make any sound, and continues like nothing happened. 

“Hey, sorry guys, I’m back now.” 

You’re biting the inside of your lip hard, trying not to make noise, and just taking it as it is. You’re trying to focus on San talking to the members to take away from the vibrating monster tucked in your underwear. 

“What do you mean?” He sounds concerned…fuck this vibrator is getting on your nerves. 

“No no, she’s…fine. All taken care of.” Maybe if you move your legs a little, it’ll take the pressure off your clit. You move your legs, but it doesn’t solve the problem and only makes you whimper. Fuck…did he hear that? How loud were you? You look up at where San is sitting, and he slowly turns his head to the side, indicating that he heard you. He picks up the remote, increases the speed, and sits the remote back down. You close your eyes tightly and squeeze your legs together. Fuck fuck fuck, that was a bad idea! The vibrator only presses closer to you. You squirm on the bed and try to pull on your restraints, it’s no use; they are not budging. 

“Wooyoung don’t, I got it. No, I said I got it! I’ll kill the Sova.” San please, for the love of god stop talking and just get over here and help me. You tilt your head down and accidentally let out a moan. You can’t even bring yourself to raise your head because you know what’s coming. You feel the speed of the vibrator increase again. “Guys, I told you she’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He’s talking about you, they can hear you. Maybe they could come and help?

“Y-Yunho? Jongho? Wooyoung? H-help.” You cry out and let out some moans in between. You hear San huff, and he turns around in his chair to look at you. You look up at him, and his pants are pulled down a little and his whole cock is out and rock hard. You stare in awe and feel your mouth water a bit. I-I want it. You look up at him with begging eyes, but when your eyes meet his, there is a cold, blank stare looking back at you. He brings his finger to his lips, signing for you to stay quiet, and increases the speed of the vibrator yet again. This has to be the highest setting by now! You moan out softly and you can feel the knot in your stomach twisting and turning, like you are close to your release. 

“S-Sannie please!” You watch as he turns back around, but you catch a slight smirk on his face. He’s enjoying this. That sick fuck! You whimper out a couple more times and squirm your legs together, trying to get yourself off as quick as you can so you can end this. “Don’t you guys enjoy the sounds she’s making~? Cute, little girl, can’t behave for me at all~.” He taunts the members he’s playing with. He’s humiliating you..on purpose! Fuck this feeling, it’s too much! I can’t! You hang your mouth open and cry out softly as you cum for the first time that night. You tilt your head back and just let all the feelings come out. 

“There’s one for you boys~. Should we try for more~?” What does he mean more? You feel the vibrator slow down back to its original speed, and it allows you to catch your breath for a few minutes. You look up to where San is sitting with half-lidded eyes. You desperately want him to turn around and see how much you are struggling, and to help you out. Your breathing is still heavy, but you are not moaning like crazy anymore. “What setting do you want Jongho~?” You move your legs again to take the pressure off and to try to get the vibrator off of your clit to prevent you from being overstimulated. “Oh hoh~ good choice man~.” You feel the vibrator pulse, and then stop, pulse, and then stop. Fuck! N-no!

“M-make it stop. Please~!” The vibrator pulsing and then not was exactly the sensation you needed to get you close to another orgasm. “I think she likes that one Jongho~.” You were already sensitive from the first orgasm, and if this motion continued, you were certain you would cum again sooner rather than later. Letting out a few pathetic whimpers, you close your eyes, and you can feel the corners of your eyes getting wet. “I-I can’t~!” “You hear her, Jongho? You’re making her feel this way.” You sob out from the overstimulation and moan out loudly. “San, please help me!” 

“I think the boys wanna hear you more princess~. I’m not doing anything to help you.” Moaning out at his words, you feel a knot forming in your stomach again. Every noise that comes out of you is a whimper or a moan, until eventually you feel the knot come undone and cum over the vibrator again. The shrill scream-like moan you let out would definitely be concerning if the other members heard it without context.

“My my~ that was a good one~,” San paused his words to turn around and look at you, tilting his head softly to the side and looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "Boys, I wish you could see her right now~. So fucked out and beautiful. I know, I know you all wish to see, but she’s mine, and I don’t feel like sharing.”

Looking up at San, you beg him to stop this torture, quietly saying ‘please’ over and over again. He gets up and gently caresses your face, lifting your chin to make you look at him. He smirks at you softly and asks a question, but more so to the members, cause you know he wasn’t giving you the choice tonight.

“Let’s go for one more, shall we~?”

[katsukisxslut]

there’s only one thing you loved more than being katsuki bakugo’s pretty little personal assistant, and that was being the pretty little assistant that helped him on days when he was abnormally stressed.

when he had called you into his office that day, you had known exactly what he had needed from you. you stepped into his office, closing the door and walked right next to his desk, immediately getting on your hand and knees, making your way right between his legs. you looked up and him with big doe eyes, palming him through his pants, “hi baby” you smiled. he looked down, returning a slight smile, bringing his hand down to lightly touch your cheek, “my pretty girl.” you couldn’t help but giggle ever so slightly. katsuki used his free hand to undo his belt and push his pants down his legs. you rubbed your hand over the tent that had formed in his boxes, causing him to bite back a groan, “you know how I feel about that teasing shit.” you freed his cock from it’s confines, watching as it sprung up to hit his clothed stomach. you grabbed it with your hand, giving a few lazy pumps before pressing a sweet little kiss to the tip, and before he had the time to protest, you took his tip into your mouth, pumping the remainder you hadn’t yet made your way to. you looked up at him, his head thrown back in his chair, one arm resting behind his head, the other hand, tangled in your hair. you took him in your mouth more and more, his hand tightening its grip in your hair, helping you guide up and down of his cock. he pushed your head further down, him hitting the back of your throat, your nose tickled by the small tuft of blonde hair. he threw his head back grunting and groaning as he listened to you moan and gag on him, the vibrations driving him absolutely wild. you pulled yourself off of him to catch a breath, a long line of saliva connected from your lips to him. you looked up at him and he looked down out you, your teary eyes lighting a fire in him. it was like a switch had just been flipped and in one quick motion, he was picking you up and placing you on his desk. “you did so well baby, but i want to taste you,’ he pushed up your short skirt and hooked his fingers in the waist on your panties, pulling them quickly down your legs and letting them fall to the floor. taking his pointer and middle finger, he ran them up and down your folds collecting the slick that had gathered, “all this for me baby? you get this wet from just sucking my dick?” you moaned out, unable to even form words as your mind and body were anticipating what’s all to come next. he placed his finger in his mouth, cleaning all of you off his fingers, “you taste so sweet baby.” he lowered himself to be face to face with your pussy, leaning in to press a couple quick kisses to your clit, listen as you moaned so softly for him. he chuckled just before licking from your hole all the way to your clit, focusing most attention there, kissing, licking, and sucking. anything he could to pull any and all noises he could from you. it was music to his ears, such a loving symphony. he looked up at you admiring how beautiful you looked, head thrown back, enjoying yourself, enjoying him. he took this opportunity to bring his pointer finger up, lining it up and pushing in inside of you, now working you with his fingers and his mouth. his other hand wrapped around his cock, stroking languidly. with the obscene noises that both you and your sopping wet pussy were making, he almost felt as if he couldn’t control himself. you were nearing closer to your end, you could feel the constant shake in your leg and the tightening in your stomach increased. that seemed to only get him to work even harder, as he pushed a second finger inside of you, curling them to hit that perfect angle, his mouth focusing heavily on your clit. you couldn’t help but card your fingers in his hair. trying your hardest not to be too loud to alert everyone on the outside of the office, but it was oh so hard, he was giving you so much with just his mouth and fingers you couldn’t help but give him appreciation. you laid on his desk, trying your best to recover from the best orgasm you had ever had. he had stood up, picking you up and moving you to the other end of the desk, standing between your legs.

“think you can give me another one, pretty girl?” you looked up at him in awe, holding yourself up with your elbows, nodding your head ever so gently. he took himself in his hands, running his dick up and down your folds to coat himself in your slick. you shuddered a bit, moaning as he slowly started to push himself inside. he inched in until he was all the way buried inside of you. he dropped his head to your shoulder, burying himself in the crook of your neck, placing a few open mouthed kisses. you wrapped your arms around his neck, running your hand through the back of his hair, anything to get him closer, as close as he could be. he pulled back from your neck, pushing a quick kiss to your lips and then to your nose, “you ready baby?” you returned the kiss to his nose, “yes, please. i need you so bad.” you had seen his eyes change, a smirk ghosting on his lips, “as you wish.” he pulled almost all the way out before slamming right back inside of you. the sudden kiss to your cervix bringing you right back to reality. he was slamming his hips into you at an unrelenting pace, fingers practically burning into your hips. you were absolutely drunk on his cock, he was giving you everything he had to chase your and his highs. tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, and at this point, you were fighting just to keep your eyes open. katsuki brought his hands to your face, pushing your cheeks together, “you better keep those pretty eyes open f’me. i want to see you look at me.” you opened you eyes to see him looking right back at you, “good girl.” he kept up his pace, skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat, “god, you’re so tight. you just keep squeezing me.” he leaned his head back to let out a low groan. he bent down once more, connecting your lips, this time for a more heated kiss. tongues mingling together. he used this opportunity to snake his hand down to rub harsh circles on your clit, causing you to whine into his month. “that’s it. who’s making you feel so good?” he spoke so slow and soft, it was very rare to see him like this. “y-you are kats,” you cried, biting into his shoulder, “i-i’m s-so close,” you felt as if you could barely speak, both you mind and body completely on autopilot, your orgasm was the only think in control at this time. every part of your body began heating up as he continued working on chasing your high, your body giving in as you started gushing around him. you couldn’t help but let out a loud moan, arching your back off the desk, panting heavy and grasping onto him. none of this at all stopping his pace, your cheeks now covered with tears as they were just streaming out of your eyes due to the overstimulating feeling pulsing through your body. he bit into the crook of your neck, “oh shit baby, i’m cumming,” and with that, you felt his warmth coat your insides. he rested his head on your shoulder once again and thrusted a couple more times, before pulling out, pressing a quick kiss to the side of your temple. “come over later?” he sighed before standing up and putting back on his clothes and fix his appearance to best hid what sins were just committed in this very office. “of course,” you smiled.

oh, how much you loved being katsuki bakugo’s pretty little assistant, and how much he loved you.

[weirdosinthestereo]

Stress Relief (Glen Powell x f!Reader)

This is a very smutty idea I had about Glen Powell's lover helping him relieve some stress while off filming a movie.

Warnings: 18+!!MDNI, very sexual, toys, dirty talk, slight sub Glen and Dom reader, no use of y/n.

Filming movies was not always fun and games. It can be stressful and lonely sometimes. Especially, when your partner is across the country from you.

Glen sighed heavily as he unlocked his hotel room and instantly went to the bed when he entered. Falling face first on the bed with a long groan. He was tired and his back was tense, he wished his partner was there to massage his back like she usually does. She always was able to make everything melt away when Glen got like this. The sudden knocking at the door only made things worse. Glen groaned lowly again as he drug himself to his feet to answer the knocking.

“What?! What are you doing here, beautiful?!” Glen asked excitedly as he grabbed his lover in his arms for a tight squeeze. She laughed softly and pats Glen’s back. “I came to surprise you! I took a week off to come spend some time with you. You seemed like you were extremely stressed when we talked on the phone last week.” She said kissing Glen gently as she slowly pet the back of his neck where his hair line began. Glen hummed happily as he hugged his partner and rest his head on her shoulder. They were quiet for a moment before Glen let her inside.

Glen took her bag and set it with his stuff before pulling her to him again for a loving embrace. “I brought something special for you.” she whispers softly in Glen’s ear. Glen smiled and chuckled as he pulled back to look at her. “What would that be?” He asked as he gripped her hips tightly now. His mind was already running wild at her words. “Get naked and lie down. I'll show you and get rid of some of the stress you're feeling. I can tell you're really tense.” She murmurs against Glen's lips as they kiss deeply. She had to practically shove Glen off to get him to let go. Glen smiled mischievously as he quickly strips and lies back on the bed.

While Glen got comfortable on the bed, his lover rummages in her bag. She turns back to Glen and smiles as she shows off the lotion and a box. Glen knew the lotion well, it was the body lotion she likes to massage him with that heats up. However, the box was new. “So, I'm going to massage you while also letting these two cock rings help you cum. But they are controlled by my phone and I get to choose the intensity.” Glen squirmed as she crawled up the bed to him, already at half mast at her words. “Sounds like fun..” Glen sighs as she takes off her shirt to reveal his favorite lacey bra.

“Now lay back and relax and let me take care of you.” She says before straddling Glen's thighs. Glen held her hips and rubbed up and down her sides while she opened the box with the cock rings in it. Glen could feel the anxious energy thrumming under his skin as he watched her. Glen grunts and squirms his hips a little unsure as she places the first ring around his base. The tightness wasn't bad, just a little more snug than he was used to. She smiled as she put the other ring right under his tip where she knew Glen was the most sensitive. Glen ruts his hips shallowly and gives her a soft whine.

“Shhh… patience sweetness. I'll give you what you want soon.” She smiled at how Glen was already letting her take control. He wasn't fully submissive, but he liked to let her take care of him every so often. He also liked how she spoke so sweet and caring to him when she took the more dominant role. After turning on the vibrating bullets on the rings she turned the vibrations up to a steady medium on her phone, making sure they gave constant pleasure. Glen arched up and gripped her hips tight as he pressed his head into the pillows, the sigh that came from him was mouth watering.

“Easy, just let them help you. No touching. Now, I'm gonna rub all that tension out for you.” She says while putting a decent amount of lotion on her hands. Glen's cheeks were dusted a light shade of pink while he watched her lean over him and begin massaging his shoulders and chest. Glen ruts his hips shallowly as his cock leaks precum on his lower belly. They played with toys, but never something specifically for him. Glen moaned as he kept squirming under her when the lotion began to heat up his skin, heightening his already frazzled senses. She smiled at him and started to pay particular attention to his nipples.

“My sweet sweet man. Does that feel good? Yeah? I bet it does. You're such a good boy for me.” She always gave nice praises and Glen was here for it. “Yesss..it feels so good.” Glen replies as he looks at her with hazy eyes. She smiled as she moved down to his stomach, making sure to avoid his cock that begged for her attention as it twitched as her hands neared. Glen whined and huffed pitifully when she avoided touching him, she knew he always liked when she stroked him with the heating lotion.

“No no. You're on my terms right now.” She told him as he bucked his hips insistently. She kissed him while running her hands up his sides. Glen moaned into her mouth when the rings suddenly started vibing faster, she had sneakily turned them up when she leaned down to kiss him. Glen arched his back as he kept rutting his hips into nothing. She laughed as she finally reached down but only to fondle his balls. It was good, but not what he fully wanted. “Please… I'm so close.” Glen begged as he gripped the pillow under his head and bit his lip after she leaned up. He could feel his orgasm right there, he just needed a little extra push to finally release.

“I know my sweet man. Come on, you can do it untouched, can't you? Come on. Cum for me and let all your stress wash away.” She turns the vibes up just a bit more. Glen arched his back and let out a short yelp before moaning roughly as he finally reached his peak. “Fuucck it feels so good baby! Aahh.. yes!” Glen knew she liked when he was vocal for her so he gave her just what she wanted. She reached down and stroked Glen gently to help draw out his climax, only stopping to turn the toys off when Glen seemed to be trying to move away from them. She didn't think tonight was the night to overstimulate him.

Glen breathed heavily as he felt his body loosen and relax more than he's been in two weeks. He kept his eyes closed as he let his heart calm down and gather his senses back. “You doing okay my sweet boy? I think that was the fastest i've ever made you reach your end.” She asked in a sickly sweet voice as she ran her fingers through his hair to move it out of his face. She smiled softly when his green eyes met hers. Glen smiled tiredly as he cupped her cheek in his right hand, “Yes, I'm great. Thank you. Thank you for helping me relieve some stress in a very enjoyable way and thank you for coming to visit me.” He kissed her lovingly as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.

“Anything for you, dear.” She whispered as she lay her forehead against his. They stayed quiet like that for a moment to just enjoy the calmness of being together.

“Okay, let's go get cleaned up.” He said knowing he had begun to sweat a bit from all the excitement. “Sounds good. It would be nice to have a warm shower after the plane ride here. Then we can go find something for dinner.” She murmurs and pulls away to get off his thighs. Glen smiled lovingly at her before he slowly stood on trembling legs. Damn, that had been a nearly earth shattering climax. Best he's had in weeks. She always knew how to make things great.

“I love you.” He mused and kissed the crown of her head and pulled her by the hand to the bathroom so they could get ready to go have dinner.

[lookingoutforstarrs]

nsfw alphabet with hamzah!

cw: uh like everything very nsfw

aftercare- biiiiig aftercare man. he makes sure you’re all good and gets you water. he needs to be HELDDD loves to just lay in your arms after the deed. eventually falls asleep from you rubbing his back

body part- his favorite body part of his is probably his arms. he loves when you hold onto his biceps, it makes him feel all manly lol

he doesn’t really have a favorite for you, he loves it all lol. lives your thighs and hips and if you workout he looooooves your muscles. thinks they’re really hot.

cum- LOVES to cum in you and watch it drip out (slight breeding kink lols) but if you’re not using birth control then definitely in your mouth or on your stomach.

dirty secret- steals your panties. this man is a perv 100% and will steal your panties to jerk off to them. and he acts all surprised when you notice that some pairs have gone missing. he be all like “whaaaat thats wiiilddddd”

experience- he had never had sex before you. he had kissed one girl in high-school but nothing after that so you have to break him in a little

favorite position- looves when you ride him. like lives for it. but if you’re tired that day he doesn’t mind missionary!

goofy- tries to be to calm his own nerves but it just comes across like he’s nervous (which he most definitely is). depends on the day really. if yall are drunk/stoned he is really goofy. always giggling.

hair- he’s well groomed. very conscious about it at first but then he knows you dont rlly care. he doesnt care how shaven you are as long as he gets some ass lol

intimacy- again, he starts off goofy but then hes like “oh they fr want to fuck me” and he locks in😭😭 loves for you to look him in the eye while riding him. also loves to make out while feeling each other up.

jack off- he jerks off regularly but then he meets you and he’s horny 24/7 so he does it wayyyy more often. even before y’all start dating he’s thinking of you and touching himself :((

kink- biiiiiiiiiiig praise kink, but mostly receiving. he needs to be told he’s making you feel good, it makes him 10000% hornier.

location- preferably the bedroom but doesn’t mind car sex. he likes watching the windows fog up lolz

motivation- anything you do. like anything. but usually its when he sees you concentrating on one thing really hard, he pictures that you’re looking at him like that and it gets him all hot and bothered

NO- no gross shit. also doesn’t like tying you down or restricting you.

oral- he’s a munch and i will die on this hill. i’ve said this before but he could spend hours between your thighs. he gets off on it. when he gets head though he’s a crier 100%. constant rambling because it feels too good to keep quiet.

pace- you have to go slow with him the first couple of times so he doesn’t cum too fast :((. it all depends on how fast you want to go tho! he will hang on the edge for hours just for you.

quickie- not big on them. prefers that you take your time

risk- he will freak the freak out if someone catches him subbing. needs people to think he’s manly.

stamina- needs a lil break after but can do 4-5 rounds a night. again, he will sit between your legs for years so he only stops when you’re ready.

toy- loves when you use your vibrator on him. he never thought it would feel so good. also the pervy part of him likes to watch you use it on yourself

unfair- he’s not much of a tease, he’ll give you what you want when you want it. but he loooooves when you tease him.

volume- LOUD. constantly rambling nonsense and cant keep quiet. whimpers when you tease him and MOAAAAANNNNNSSS.

wild card- loves dry humping SO MUCH.

x-ray- a good 6-7 inches. not too much not too little, and he knows how to use it

yearning- he is always ready to fuck dude. before yall start dating he wants you so bad it physically hurts

ZZZ- like i said for the aftercare part, he makes sure you’re taken care of then falls asleep in your arms.

[esteljune]

Low humanity P Headcanons {P x reader}

No heartbeat. In the early stages of the game, when P is still far from acquiring more human characteristics, it is very likely that there is no real heartbeat in his chest, but something very similar to a whirring of gears and a regular, rhythmic ticking. If you were to put your hand on his chest, you would feel something very similar to a deep and constant vibration.

P does not need to breathe, so in moments of relaxation, his body is almost perfectly still, except for the occasional and slight contractions of his Legion arm.

P is a boy of few words, but he is still curious about your presence and how you interact with the outside world, as well as with him. Therefore, it is likely that you will often catch him staring at you with his blue eyes, sometimes waiting for you to return his gaze, sometimes just to observe you. It would also be difficult to notice warmth in his eyes, his gaze would seem rather monotonous and distant.

Your emotions are a source of great curiosity to him. He can't experience them himself, so you might catch him trying to mimic your expressions. He might also come up close to you to observe your tears, a smile, or your blushing cheeks. He might even ask you if he can hear your heartbeat.

It is very likely that even in dangerous situations or when he has been injured, you have never heard a single sound come from his lips. His communication is based mainly on eye contact, nods, and sporadic tilts of the head. When he wants to let you know that he has something to communicate to you, you may notice him gradually approaching you or an almost embarrassing permanence in your vicinity.

His body is extremely cold, so at first it might be difficult for him to understand why you are shivering at night in the rain; however, he would still try to stay close to you to protect you from the elements.

In his short existence since he woke up in that abandoned wagon at Krat station, even though he is not bound by the Grand Covenant, P has wanted nothing more than to be a good boy. So at first it would be very difficult for him to decline a request from you, he would try in any way to please you.

Early in the game, P may have difficulty controlling his strength, especially in his Legion arm. Therefore, he would not yet be properly able to perform fine movements such as playing the piano, touching your face or hair. In fact, he will avoid doing so precisely for fear of being able to hurt you.

He doesn't understand common displays of affection, so if you hug him, he'll stay stiff and unmoving. That doesn't mean he can't still appreciate your warm, living presence, your scent, your racing heart, and your fingers brushing his hair.

[rafecameronsslutt]

Toxic Possessive! Rafe x Carrera Fem! Reader

↳⇁ You Can't Seem To Escape Toxic a Relationship, With Rafe.

Warnings! Rafe being Aggressive and Possessive Reader wanting to Leave.

You Were Finally able to do good for yourself. Without Rafe knowing You Only Wanted a peaceful life without the constant Thought of Rafe arguing with you over some stupid shit. You hated when he took control of your own life, as in: what you could wear, Where you could go. or who you could talk to you.

Rafe Even hated your friends which were. Pouge's Except for one and that was your sister Kiara Carrera she tried numerus times to help you leave Rafe but what ever you tried to do always failed miserable being caught and trapped in his arms once again for the last time.

You Loved Rafe, But his ways made you want to hide and run away forever but the consequences of that sudden action would cost you maybe even your life if you weren't careful enough the constant bickering of Rafe telling you if you ever try to leave him he would hunt you down if he has to caused you to be slightly afraid and began to overthink a little bit.

but he could be just saying that to make you stay Right? or so you thought. You were hanging out with Kie and Sarah at your place your parents were home they wouldn't be back until summer break was over they left a spear key just in case you and Kie needed anything or for Emergencies.

''were are they boys?' you asked Kie You haven't seen JJ, Pope or John B since earlier today they were out getting snacks and drinks to celebrate summer break with each other while waiting you and the girls decided to take some funny pictures with each other.

'' omg you should def post that!'' Sarah said in an excited Tone. Even when You were dating her brother you didn't really mind Hanging with Sarah she was anything like her brother Rafe it was like you could tell her any and everything.

''I'll be right back guys I'm going to go use the bathroom'' they nodded understanding You took your phone with you just in case mom and dad had called you. You soon felt the vibration of your phone. it was Rafe calling you. with slight hesitation you answered putting the phone on speaker.

"hey baby what's Up?'' you asked as you pretended to fix your hair in the mirror Rafe only started at you with a smirk attached to his face.

''Nothing much, What are you doing?'' You shrugged mentioning how you were hanging out with Sarah and your sister. right along with the others would swing by.

you would see the way you mentioned. Pope, JJ and john B coming over Rafe Didn't like that you would always hang around them he came quite Possessive when you were around them not caring if they were your friends or not.

''Y/n you know I don't like when their around you I want you to come stay with me tonight'' You rolled your eyes this was the night you had free time away from Rafe and you of course wasn't going to let him spoil it nor ruin it for you.

''Rafe no tonight is special and I can't just up and leave them'' Hoping he would at least give in you had pleaded.

''Y/n Don't start with your fucking stubbornness okay do as I asked you to'' his voice stern and deep with command.

"No Rafe I'll Call You when I'm done and then come over right now I wanna enjoy my time with my friends'' With that you didn't give him enough time to respond once you clicked the red button hanging up in his face which you wouldn't suspect would be a problem later on.

once you made it back to the living room you saw that they had started without you.

''there she is our favorite kook'' JJ yelled you gave him a unsatisfactory look of unprovable.

"eww Shut up JJ I rather be with the Pouge's because I Love you guys so much'' Sarah awed as she laid her head on your shoulder.

"says the one dating a kook aka being Sarah's brother'' Pope says smartly causing you to roll your eyes at him directly.

''shut up at least I'm still not a fucking virgin'' JJ and John B snickered trying to hold back a laugh which they failed at.

"okay that's fair'' pope pouted feeling defeated which he was.

A couple of hours had passed, and you couldn't fight the feeling of Rafe Being angry at you You had goosebumps maybe he wouldn't be too made right?

You Knew Rafe hated when you would also disobey him but you couldn't help but wanting to be with your friends and enjoying the laughter of each other it made you feel good inside.

''you guys we should play truth or dare'' Sarah mentioned and suggested you nodded in agreement and amusement. JJ lifted his eyebrows In a questioning manner.

"I'll play only if it's spicy'' John B added Kie simply rolled her eyes but agreed to play anyways because she was only bored.

''I'll go first truth or dare JJ?'' Sarah asked JJ thought for a moment before going a simple Truth.

''alright is it true that you and Kie got down and dirty in Y/n's room'' JJ and Kie both Looked at each other before turning there gaze towards you you looked at both of them disgusted.

"WHAT THE FUCK THAT'S DISGUSTING'' you yelled.

" i promise it was just on the floor and plus my room was flooded and mom and dad were in the house and your room is soundproof'' Kie says.

"says the kook who fucked her boyfriend in the back yard of John B's house'' you flicked JJ off.

"okay Pope Truth or dare'' Pope right away chose dare in his own Amusement because he wasn't a pussy like anyone else or so he would say.

''I dare you to make out with Y/n'' you and pope gasped you were really close friends but you never imagined kissing him before and the same with pope to you. but it was only a dare no feelings attached what so ever.

''are you sure you want to?'' Pope asked wanting your full consent before caring on with the stupid dare. you nodded only wanting to get this over with, Pope scoots closer towards you before grabbing the side of your face attaching his lips with yours.

''THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!'' the sudden sound of your boyfriends deep booming voice echoed causing you to jump and pull away from pope with a harsh shove. you felt the harsh tug of rafe yanking you up dragging you outside to his truck.

"ow Rafe the hell Let me Go!'' you yelled he slams your back against his truck causing you to wince out in pain.

''YOUR SUCH A FUCKING SLUT YOU KNOW THAT, FIRST YOU WANNA HANG UP ON ME TWO DISOBEY ME AND THREE KISS THAT LOW DOWN FUCKING POUGE YOUR THAT FUCKING DICK HUNGRY HUH? Rafe grabs your face squeezing tightly you clawed at his hand as tears peaked from your eyes.

"Rafe Let me Go Your Hurting me!'' You Yelled Out. Rafe didn't even think twice as he continued to yell in your face.

''WHEN WE GET HOME YOUR FUCKING OVER DO YOU UNDERSTANND ME THIS WILL BE THE FINALE TIME YOU FUCKING FUCK ME OVER!' Rafe then opens the truck door roughly shoving you inside. without even saying anything to your sister or your friends guess you would have to text kie later. because Rafe wasn't gonna let you out of his sight.

[joocomics]

back into my head

from ─ ⋆ dinna’s holiday special *ੈ✩

pairings: gunil x virgin fem!reader

genre: smut wc: 4k

summary: your brother decides to invite his best friend who studies abroad over for christmas - the one that ruined your 19th birthday, and has gotten only hotter since you last saw each other

contains: sub!reader, virgin!reader, brother’s best friend trope, enemies to lovers trope, banter, nipple play (f!rec), oral sex (f!rec), pet names, praise kink, gunil acts like a sneaky perv a little, dirty talk, sex toys (use of vibrator)

You pull your brother into the bathroom, making sure no one has seen or followed you. The pure terror that glows in your eyes pierce right through his own, as you lean back on the door not letting him escape.

“What is he doing here?”

“What, you can invite your friend over for Christmas, but I can’t?” He raises a brow suspiciously.

“My friend is not a rude, inconsiderate asshole that goes through people’s stuff behind their back!”

“Are you still not over that shit? It was a joke.”

He attempts to push you away, but you do your best to stay still.

“He embarrassed me in front of all my friends! On my birthday!”

“Jesus Christ, I’m surprised you still have any friends left.”

“You should’ve at least told me he was coming!” You shout in a whisper, while your brother’s already pushing the door handle, only rolling his eyes at you.

“Hey,” Gunil follows your body movements, as you take your seat.

He sat next to you. Of course.

“Long time no see.”

“You’re back,” you’re just able to note through a crooked smile.

“Yeah, you don’t seem very excited about it.”

“I’m… surprised.”

“And even more beautiful than the last time I saw you.“

Although giving constant compliments to girls is a pretty known fact for your brother’s best friend, this still catches you off guard, and you feel your insides twist.

“Don’t even mention that day.”

“Why not?” His surprise almost feels sincere, forcing you turn to him.

As you remember the contours of his face, that still feel so familiar even after four years, you realise your memory is wrong. The last time you saw each other was actually when you went with your brother to drop him off at the airport for his second semester at university. You were successfully blocking out this day from your mind, as it was spent in you soaking your pillows with tears till you fell asleep. After that you decided to stop tagging along.

“You turned my nineteenth birthday into a total nightmare, remember?” You try to play it off, not expecting him to catch a thing.

“That wasn’t the last time I saw you though.” His lips slid up for a slight moment, but fall down quickly.

“Maybe it’s not, but it’s the one that’s engraved in my brain forever.”

“We made a pretty fun show, don’t you think?” He grins, turning half of his body at you.

“What are you talking about over there?” Your brother asks from across the table.

You look at Gunil challengelly giving him the opportunity to answer.

“I was just asking her about…” His lips slid upwards, as you shoot him a more warning look. ”How’s uni going.”

“Booooring.” Your brother whistles, piling his plate with food.

“I would be more than happy to drop out of the conversation, so please continue with whatever topic you like.”

“Me and your brother talk every day, but you on the other hand…” Gunil stops mid sentence, looking in another direction for a change. “You haven’t called or texted me once since I left the country.”

With eyes down in your still empty plate, because your appetite was long gone, you pray for your brother to speak up, and change the subject. But just at that exact moment you watch how one of your cousins decides to pull him by the sleeve, stealing his attention.

It starts to weigh heavy on you - the realisation that you’ll always have feelings for him. Your first crush, that started as a silly innocent possibility, but grew to be something out of control, that he’d never take seriously.

You’ll forever be his friend’s silly sister that’s so fun to mess around in hours of boredom.

“Aren’t you gonna ask how long I’m staying?” Gunil plays with his glass cup in one hand, deciding that maybe it’s time to change the direction of your poor conversation. “Your room hasn’t changed at all. Still very… pink.”

“You were in my room?!”

“Can you blame me?” He leans back in his chair, locking eyes with you. “It’s been years since I last saw you. I want to know what’s new.”

“Yes, I can blame you actually for a lot of things.”

“Such as?” His brow raises provocatively. “Wait, I know… for being too fucking handsome.”

“Oh, please just…” You turn around, trying to ignore him.

“Your neighbour told me I had a glow up.”

You scoff, pretending you just heard the biggest lie in your life.

“Got a boyfriend?”

“None of your business.”

“So still a virgin?”

Your fork falls down from your grip loudly. When did you even pick it up to hold it so intensely?

“For god’s sake… You haven’t changed at all, huh?” You glare at him and seeing his amusement makes you even more pissed. You continue your tirade, trying to speak as quietly as you can. “Still the same pervert who read my diary for fun in front of everyone. You disgust me.”

You take a sip of water, as your throat becomes dry in seconds. A sudden touch on top of your thigh makes you almost spit it out.

“Is this the only thing I make you feel?” Gunil leans close to your ear, so you’re the only one that hears him. “Are you not forgetting something?”

His fingers squeeze playfully when he catches you looking down in your lap. You immediately return your attention to the table, secretly looking around in case someone is watching. What is he thinking?

“I’m sure I’m not.” You try your best to sound cool and collected, but fail at it miserably.

You expect to hear another joke about one of the many passages you dedicated to him in your old diary, but he only removes his palm in silence.

It makes you regret for not doing it earlier yourself, but you couldn’t find a way to move a bone.

“I left you a present,” he speaks out after clearing his throat. “That’s why I was up in your room.”

“Why didn’t you just leave it under the tree like normal people do?”

“Cause it’s just for your eyes only.”

What kind of a sick joke does he have for you now?

You feel your chest and face flaming hot, as you excuse yourself.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

Gunil watches you leaving the dinner table barely hiding his satisfied smirk.

He finds your small figure sitting on the big bed, and softly lit by the yellow string lights hanging from your window.

When you look at his direction your face looks scandalized.

“What is this?” You hold back to urge to cuss at him, as you close the box. You can’t look at this in his presence.

“Do you like it?”

“I can’t believe you’re still mocking me.”

“I’m not mocking you,” his brows shift in a confused gaze. “This is what you wanted and I got it for you. We both know you’re too scared to do it yourself.”

“Well, you’re wrong, I don’t want it and I never did. Thank you for thinking of me though.”

Still at the same spot in the middle of the bed, you reach at him with one hand, waiting to get rid of the pink box as quickly as possible.

“I doubt those small fingers do the job.” He says bluntly, not missing a single flinch of your stunned face.

Your eyes widen, as your cheeks begin to burn. His audacity to come here and entertain himself by making fun of you leaves you speechless.

“I know it’s probably a shock to you, but I go out with boys,” you speak the words slowly one after another, so they can slide in clearly in his brain. ”I’m actually currently seeing one, so this… you can return it or gift it to some of your hook ups. I’m sure you have many to choose from.” You force a smile.

Gunil chuckles, processing everything you just told him, before speaking in a more suggestive tone.

“Who is he?”

“Just… a guy I share a few classes with,” you reply, avoiding his gaze.

“Is he any good?”

You shake your head, feeling almost exhausted from his attitude. Just when you think it can’t get any worse he spits out another question.

“How many times has he made you cum so far?” You blink at him rapidly in disbelief, while he steps closer, sitting at the edge of the bed.

He doesn’t need to look at you to know you’re making this up.

“H-he is… good.” you stutter, thinking of a response. “That’s all I’m going to say, cause anything else is none of your business.”

He grins, feeling your flustered gaze roaming all over his back. Your voice began to tremble, leading him to think that you’re either seeing someone you’ve done nothing with yet, or you’re not seeing anyone at all.

“There’s no need to lie to me, sweetheart.” Gunil turns to fixate his eyes on your flushed cheeks. Your skin is warmly colored from the fairy lights, but he could still see that you’re blushing. “Do you want me to show you how to use it?” He rests on his side, crossing fingers in anticipation, but you just roll your eyes, dismissing him.

Before you have time to react his hands remove the lid of the box, letting everything fall down on the mattress. The pink toy appears where you did not want to see it the most - between you and Gunil.

Blood rises to your face once again, as you watch his fingers wrap around the handle, pressing a button. You almost jump when you hear its sound. The fear of someone passing by your room and hearing it causes you to instantly steal the vibrator from him, but his grip is stronger.

“Relax,” he cackles at your startled expression. “It’s not that loud, see? People think about those things.” His eyes quickly glance at your hand on top of his. The fact it took you some time to pull it away even after he silenced the toy felt like a little reward to him.

“You didn’t give me an answer.” Gunil runs his heavy palm over your knee.

Your lips part, as you want to say something, but you’ve run out of words the moment he came to lay beside you. You really don’t want to just stay silent and so obviously embarrassed - it’s humiliating how every little thing he does has such a big and vivid effect on you. But the only thing you could do right now is go number under his touch.

“I-I…” You stutter under your breath. The higher his hand goes, the harder it becomes to pretend. You want this. You want him. You’ve always had. “Yes… you can show me.”

“Show you what?”

He chuckles when you look away frightened at the thought of having to say the full sentence.

You watch him moving the box and the wrapping paper aside not expecting him to come on top of you straight away. The weight of his body falls on top of yours, as his mouth instantly finds your neck. The texture of his tongue burns your skin, leaving warm and wet traces up to your ear, causing goosebumps. Before you realise, your fingers are lost in his soft hair, pulling him closer.

“You took so long to answer, sweetheart, I forgot what my question was.” His lips follow along the line of your jaw, moving to your parted mouth. “You have to refresh my memory before I go any further.”

His hot breath sticks all over you, as he speaks through his signature cocky smile.

“I want you t-to teach me… how to use it.”

“Why are you so shy?” He swipes his tongue along your bottom lip. “I’ve read your little fantasies about me there’s nothing to hide anymore.”

You’ve always wondered what Gunil’s mouth feels like. You’ve written in your diary all of the possibble ways he kisses so many times you’ve lost count. However, this doesn��t come close to any of them. He is gentle and rough; erotic and soft at the same time. The way he guides your lips radiates confidence and lust you’ve never felt before from any of the few guys you’ve been on dates with.

He takes your chin with his thumb and index finger, so he can make you open your lips wider for his tongue. The astonishing feeling of your tongues meeting makes your spine arch, begging to feel more of his body as possible.

He doesn’t break the kiss while the fingers of his right hand swiftly unbutton your cardigan.

You put a cardigan tonight, because you hated wearing bras at home, but if you had even the slightest idea that something like this was going to happen, you would’ve worn one - a pretty one that would match your panties. You gasp for air when he breaks the kiss for the first time so he can take a look of what was underneath it.

“Is this what you wear at home every day?” He asks and you swoon over how deep and intense his voice has become.

“Pretty much, yeah,” you breath out, as he keeps staring at your thin revealing top. One strip is hanging loose from your shoulder, while your nipples are poking lightly through the fabric.

He takes one boob in his hand and goes over its nipple with his thumb. The slow circles around it turn into a squeeze when he attaches his mouth against yours for a long wet kiss which he takes down your neckline.

Your lips part in awe from being suddenly struck with lost for words from how aroused you feel already.

Unconsciosly you humm in bliss when he runs his tongue over your top. Sucking harshly on your breast, he forces your sensitive nipple to perk up, which he takes as a sign to put even more pressure through more licks and bites, soaking the fabric with his spit. You grip on the cushion, as he holds your boob and quickly circles the tip of his tongue around the clothed bud.

The cute squirming of your body forces his cock to twitch eagerly every second.

“You’re so sensitive, princess,” he whispers, letting his spit drop down over your nipple before taking it between his lips again. A long muffled groan escapes his throat when you grab a handful of his hair, as he still holds it between his teeth. “Feel like you can cum just from having your nipples sucked.” He pinches the bud and you whimper, feeling the rush of it coloring your face.

Gunil pulls back to take off your pants, tossing them to the floor. He smirks approvingly when you sit up to remove your cardigan.

“Good girl.”

His hand caresses your cheek, sliding down your shoulder, before pulling away to find the vibrator.

When you hear the toy turning on, your body tenses again from the overwhelming excitement and nerves clouding up your mind. The buzzing sound fills the thick air, as the head moves towards your intimate place, making your heartbeat race. You won’t be surprised if he could hear that too.

You instantly respond to the unfamiliar thrill the moment it sneaks through your panties. The sensation lands on your clit, shooting waves of pleasure, as Gunil holds the vibrator steady in one place. The sudden contact makes you gasp vocally while clenching your tummy.

“Mmmm,” Gunil wets his lips at the pretty view of your bare plush thighs spread apart for him. The sight of your expressions changing rapidly from how good you feel turns him on even more. “Feels nice, doesn’t it?” He leaves it over your clit for a while, waiting for the feeling to take you over. His fingertips are travelling on your left inner thigh, scratching and wishing they could feel more of you already.

You shut your eyes only humming in agreement. As the vibrations sink into your pussy your legs begin to slightly move around from excitement, your toes rubbing against the fabric of Gunil’s pants. You can feel yourself get wetter from how your underwear is now sticking to your folds, and your hole is starting to clench. It feels warm, energising, and like nothing you’ve ever felt from playing alone with your fingers.

Gunil removes the vibrator without saying a word and that makes you yap from surprise, but also from desperation. You swallow down the urge to plead to put it back exactly where it was, but that doesn’t seem to matter much when he grins at your hazy eyes and pouting mouth.

“What, do you start to like your new toy?”

You rub your thighs together cause you couldn’t stand the high temperature down there anymore.

Gunil catches that in time, immediately seperating them again.

“P-please…” you mutter, going over your panties with your hand, hoping it’s going to make him put the toy back sooner.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous.” He pushes your thighs towards your chest, as you’re still in a sitting position just holding yourself on your palms. “Show me your tits, princess.”

You pull the straps of your top down your shoulders, leaving it around your stomach to expose your breasts for him.

He cusses quietly under his breath, placing back the vibrator on your clit, but this time pressing harder.

“O-oh… G-Gunil…” You moan towards the ceiling, as the rush floods back through your body, but ten times harder.

“You’ll learn to love it even more, sweetheart.” He says, while slowly moving the vibrations in circles, stealing even more delicate sounds from you. Watching you chew your lips almost violently in attempts to keep your pretty voice down grows his erection, making it difficult to keep it in his pants.

He brings the vibrator down to your wet hole, then brings it up again, leaving it to sit on the sensitive place. Meanwhile, the fingers of his other hand grips your leg, so his lips can travel freely on it. He starts placing wet hungry kisses all over your skin, unable to resist you.

You throw your head back with your face all scrunched up from the ecstatic delight. Every time Gunil shifts the vibrating head a scream creeps up in your throat from how amazing it feels, but you fight it back. As you tug on the sheets for support, you begin rolling your hips against the toy, reaching for your peak. That instantly pulls his attention away from your leg.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, Y/N…” He groans, running his hand over your lower abdomen, imagining the way his dick would touch your cervix. “Wanna give you my cock so fuckin’ bad, you’ll take it so well, sweetheart..”

“G-Gunil, I…” You fall on your back, as you feel like breaking down any second now.

“Princess… need you to cum for me…” Gunil pants, holding your thighs apart.

As if his words were a charm, the second they sank into your mind, your figure begins to shake, forcing him to get a hold of you in a way the vibrations won’t escape your clit.

“Yeah, baby, let it out. Good girl.”

Your hands fly to cover your mouth, but as the orgasm gradually fades out, you hide your burning face too. You can hear Gunil’s chuckles, teasing you for not being able to comprehend what just happened.

He provokes you to peek through your fingers by kissing around your bellybutton just so he can reach lower, biting on the waistband of your underwear. The sudden slap of the fabric against your skin after he drops it from between his teeth makes you flinch.

“Fuck, what do we have here?” He grins amused after he settles between your thighs.

You could feel his warm breaths coming at your leaking pussy. Subtle, yet so effective in waking up a new wave of arousal in your body, that maybe just never went away. Instead it just keeps growing stronger.

“You’ve made a big mess, princess.”

Feeling his index finger slide down between your lips, pressing into your tiny hole has you break a whimper.

“Gunil, I…” You stutter around your words, still regaining control of your breathing. “I’ve never done it before.” It would’ve took you a lot longer to admit it if you had to look at him, so you stay with your eyes squeezed shut.

“I know, sweetheart.” You sense a smile that doesn’t have the usual perky ring to it. It actually feels comforting. “It’s okay. I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”

He sucks the soaked patch of your panties into his mouth, savouring the sweet taste. The muscled tip of his tongue sends a strong rush through your core after it moves between your folds.

How is it possible to feel so intense even through the fabric?

“I’m afraid we have to return downstairs soon. People will start looking for us.”

You look at his hair, that was so neat and put together when he got here, and now is a mess; his eyelids dropping heavy like he’s intoxicated; how are you supposed to leave the room pretending like nothing has changed?

Your chest that just calmed down minutes ago begins to rise quicker again, as his palm rubs you gently while he speaks.

“I want to give you my cock nice and slow when it’s only the two of us, sweetheart.”

You shiver, but your body burns from his voice, as if you’re having a fever. Chilly air brushes at your entrance when he pulls your panties aside, exposing the view he’s been craving.

“I want to listen to your pretty moans…” his sentence stops from the way he concentrates on sliding a finger through your tight dripping hole. He sighs from relieving pleasure when it goes in, and continues his thought. “How they rise higher and higher as I fuck your silly brains out.”

Your head rises up to see his mouth going into your cunt, making its first laps at your slickness. The sudden contact makes your bones tremble, and your eyes roll back at your skull. When he suddenly moves his head left to right, teasing your clit with his tongue, you let out a deep groan, that you realised was dangerously loud way too late.

You hiss at the stimulating combination he creates between fingering and swiftly playing with your clit. His tongue caresses the nerves with strong forceful moves that at one point make you shift your hips up for even more friction.

“Ahh, s’good…”

His lips suck loudly on your clit one last time while looking into your eyes. His attractiveness in that small moment almost blurs your vision.

“Princess, you have no idea how sweet you taste…” He spreads your pussy nicely with both hands, giving it a nice look as if he wants to memorise every little detail about it. “Just like candy,” he adds, feeling his erection throbbing painfully at your tiny cunt pulsing from cute sensitivity; from needing to be filled up; needing to be stretched out.

You don’t even realise until you hear it, but the vibrator is back into his hand.

“Here, try it yourself now.”

When you take it from him without saying a word, Gunil quickly moves you in another position with ease. He guides your hand that’s holding the buzzing toy between your legs, as you’re standing on your knees. He presses your head into the mattress, then lifts your butt up in the air.

“Good girl, you look so pretty spread out like this for me.” He strokes your spine, your hair, your ass cheeks, while his hips push his huge boner into your behind. “F-fuck…” he pants, as you start to whimper in sync with his thrusts. “This is how I’ll fuck you, baby… This is how I’ll ruin that sweet pussy of yours.”

He teases your clenched hole, as you already struggle enough to hold the vibrations on your clit from being close to orgasm again. You repress your noises into the sheets when two of his fingers manage to insert your tight entrance. Slowly, but steadily they begin to stretch it out, massaging your gummy walls.

“Let me strech you out a little, sweetheart. You cannot fit even half of me in there.”

Your thighs begin to jiggle from not only the sensations that go through your core, but now from his curled up fingertips too, while the rest of your body moves back and forth from his lower body humping you.

The feeling of his rough clothed bulge pressing into your flesh makes something inside your chest flutter. He moves exactly how he would if he was gliding his dick in and out of you. Airy moans escape his mouth, echoing into your mind, as the sound of them is one of the most hypnotising sounds you’ve ever heard. You wish you could see this intimate, but filthy image of him using you as if you’re a pillow, but you can’t.

“Damn, princess.. so fuckin’ tight around me, fuck…” He cusses behind your shoulder, forcing you to melt on the mattress with his groans. “You barely let me move, baby.”

His sounds alone can make you come undone, and with the strong buzzing coating your pussy, it doesn’t take you long to whine his name over and over again.

His wrist begins to slam into your ass, as you squeeze his fingers tightly, soaking them with so much moisture.

“Cum on my fingers like the good girl you are for me, princess, come on…”

You suffocate from digging your face into the sheets, meanwhile your legs gradually collapse with your toes curled from pleasure. After you roll over on your back, feeling completely washed out, Gunil cannot resist. He spreads the sticky wetness all over your skin, watching it glisten everywhere under the yellow lights coming from the window. He swipes one finger once between your messy lips, chuckling at your legs instantly closing.

You both stay in silence for a while. If the noise of every single person of your family over talking the others counts as silence.

“So…” You whisper, glancing at him. “How long are you staying?”

! please do not repost, copy or translate my works

! please keep in mind that english is not my first language. i apologise in advance for any mistakes i’ve might missed

[moonlight-prose]

✧ ALONE WITH YOU ✧

a/n: it's day twenty-four right? its that day? i took two days off to catch my breath and not completely burn myself out. but now i'm back and ready to kill the final week! jake lockley always has an unhealthy hold on my heart so i had to give him something filthy and delicious. you can't tell me he doesn't enjoy this. it's canon in my head.

day twenty-four - sex toys + orgasm control | kinktober 2023

summary: "jake loved to see you like this. completely lost to the waves of bliss he could wrought upon your body, and that alone made you relish in it."

word count: 1.1k+

pairing: jake lockley x f!reader

warnings: EXPLICIT SO MINORS DNI, sex toys, orgasm control, edging, cumplay sort of, jake lockley cause he needs a warning, masturbation.

The sheets slid between your fingers as you gripped them. A slight sheen of sweat covered your body, causing you to practically glisten in the low light of the bedroom. It was hot. Enough to nearly make you dizzy, but that seemed to only add another layer to the never ending sensations that wracked your body.

Your chest heaved as you gasped in breath after breath. An expression of bliss painted across your face. Beautiful enough to rival the pieces of art that hung in museums. That alone made him want to shift just a bit closer. To watch the way your eyes rolled back when he pressed the button higher.

“Fuck!” you cried out, back bowing off the bed and a moan caught in the middle of your throat.

The trails of your orgasm were beginning to fade. Pulling away from your body and leaving you a panting mess once more. You weren’t sure how long you’d been there. Right on the edge of pure ecstasy—never once toppling off. And he knelt beside you, cock grasped in his palm and the controls open on his phone. The small lush that was buried in you sent vibrations pinging through your body—dragging sounds you’d never made before to the surface.

“That’s four,” he said hoarsely, hand sliding up your thigh, fingers trailing along the marks along your skin.

That simple touch alone had you keening up into him, your mouth dropping open in a low moan. You felt torn apart. As if the breath was ripped directly from your lungs with each new climb towards your release. It made you shake. Fingers scrambling for purchase along the sheets in the hopes that that alone would ground you. Jake loved to see you like this. Completely lost to the waves of bliss he could wrought upon your body, and that alone made you relish in it.

Knowing he was seconds away from losing it just from watching you.

“You’re doing so good mi vida,” he murmured, leaning down and taking a peaked nipple into his hot mouth.

You sobbed, fingers digging into his curls as he sucked at you. Sending sparks down your spine—that heady sensation you’d been craving now returning with full force.

“Jake,” you whimpered, nails scraping along his scalp. He shivered at your touch, hand pumping his cock quickly—a moan reverently pressed to your breast. “Por favor, mi amor.”

The plea was soft, almost whispered, but he felt as if you’d shouted it as loud as humanly possible. The echo punching him in the chest. Setting his teeth on the side of your breast, he pushed the button up. The wet slap of his hand now drifting up to your ears and setting your nerves on fire.

The vibration returned with full force. So much so it knocked the breath out of your body—wrenching a cry from your throat. Your legs shook like a fucking earthquake. Body wracked with constant sparks as something devastating built within you. It never stopped. Never let up the constant bliss and you could feel yourself teetering. The need to cum nearly overwhelming you, but something held you back.

You knew what you needed. As did he.

Speeding up his movements, his hips bucked up into his hand, lips finding yours in a messy kiss. Your teeth clacked against his, nails digging into his arm, but Jake couldn’t feel the slight pinch of pain. He was just as lost as you were. If not more. The control he held over your body nearly broke you in half. Took each piece of your being and scattered it through his body, sealing it up in his heart like a safe.

Something ached in your chest. A raw depraved feeling that ate at the love you had for him. Devouring you whole and begging for more. It wanted him. Begged you to keep whatever love he pressed so lovingly into you, and you accepted like a needy soul. Unable to survive without his touch—without him.

“Wait for me,” he gasped, tongue licking along your bottom lip. “Wanna cum with you.”

Your walls fluttered around the toy, slick leaking from your body and dripping onto his sheets. It would stain, but Jake couldn’t care less. He was lost in the warmth of your body, the slightly salty taste of your skin. He fucked his fist with a fervor that had you salivating. Your eyes latched onto the sight of his throat, veins extended and begging you to sink your teeth into the soft skin there.

“Baby,” you gasped, thighs trembling. Your release had built so high it was beginning to fucking hurt. But you could see the desperation on his face.

His mouth dropped open, a guttural moan pressed to your skin as he finally reached that peak you were so desperate for. Tossing the phone to the side, he finally dipped his fingers into your slick. Quickly rubbing at your clit and watching in rapture as you screamed—eyes rolling back. The steady high vibration of the toy was a different kind of torture.

“Cum for me mi vida,” he whispered, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip.

Your body went taut, a sob of his name clawing up your throat as you gushed. He wrenched the toy of your pulsing cunt, shoving two fingers into you to feel the way you clenched around him. It dragged you even higher. The way he curled right into the spot that had your body arching off the bed. Fingers digging into his skin so hard you drew blood to the surface.

The hot splash of his cum was warm against your thigh as he fell over the edge with you. A shout being pressed into your throat, fingers rapidly pumping into you. Pleasure wracked your body sending you into a high you were afraid you’d never leave. But his tongue against your collarbones brought you back slightly, the wet heat of it causing your walls to flutter around his fingers.

“So pretty,” he mumbled, sliding his hand through your slick, gathering your cum on his fingers and trailing them up your stomach. “I could watch you do that all day.”

You sighed, spreading your thighs even wider to give him room. “Amor,” you breathed.

“In fact…” He took your nipple into his mouth, letting his spit trail along your skin until you shined. “I think I will.”

“Jake,” you started, fingers digging into his curls.

He shifted until he was lying between your thighs, mouth directly over your sopping cunt. “Tranquilo bebita,” he murmured, spreading you with his fingers. “We’re just getting started.”

[cyllres]

Devil | JJK x Makima! Reader

Chapter 23

The sun was blazing overhead, casting sharp shadows on the training grounds. The air was hot and dry.

“You’re late, Y/n,” Maki called out, barely glancing over her shoulder as you approached. The sun caught the gleam of sweat on her forehead, an evidence to the rigorous training already underway.

You adjusted your uniform with a calm demeanor, smoothing out the creases as you walked towards them. The white jacket’s crispness seemed almost out of place in the heat. “Konbu,” Toge greeted, his voice light yet focused, as he sparred with Megumi. You nodded in response, acknowledging his greeting with a faint smile.

“What were you doing?” Maki's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of curiosity and impatience in her tone.

“Yasu-san insisted on bringing a vehicle for this mission,” you replied softly, the polite smile never leaving your lips. “He’s still mad at me, I guess.” Your eyes shifted away, scanning the bright horizon as if looking for something to distract you from the conversation.

“Y/N!” Nobara's voice pierced through the air, drawing your attention. You turned to see her being spun around by Panda, her arms flailing as she struggled to gain her balance. “QUIT BEING SLOW! SWITCH WITH ME! I'M SICK OF THESE SCHOOL UNIFORMS! LET ME GO BUY SOME CUTE TRACKSUITS!” she demanded, her voice a mix of frustration and determination.

“Here we go!” Panda chuckled, clearly amused as he released Nobara, sending her flying through the air. She landed headfirst, her legs comically pointing skyward for a moment before collapsing into a heap.

“What are those two doing?” you asked, tilting your head slightly as you observed the spectacle.

“Falling practice,” Panda explained, giving you a thumbs-up. His carefree attitude was almost infectious, despite the intensity of their training.

“Takana,” Toge said, his voice tinged with concern as he glanced at the unmoving Nobara.

“You three are weak in close quarters, after all,” Panda continued, his tone shifting to one of gentle encouragement. The sun cast a warm glow on his fur, making him seem almost cuddly despite his imposing size.

“So first…” Maki's voice cut through the moment, drawing your attention back to her. She swung her metal pole arm with precise control, aiming directly at you. “Land a blow on us.” A smirk played on her lips, a challenge evident in her eyes. “We’ll talk after that. There’s only a month and a half until the Exchange Event, so no dawdling.”

She tossed her pole arm towards you, the metal glinting in the sunlight. You caught it effortlessly, the weight familiar in your hands. Maki grabbed another pole, settling into a ready stance. The heat of the sun beat down on both of you, intensifying the atmosphere as you prepared to engage. The training grounds seemed to shrink around you, focusing all your attention on the imminent clash.

As you readied yourself, the sounds of the others training faded into the background. The warmth of the sun and the slight breeze rustling through the leaves were the only constants in the world that had suddenly narrowed to just you and Maki, the promise of a fierce and enlightening duel hanging in the air.

The sun bore down relentlessly as you squared off against Maki, the metal pole arm feeling almost too heavy in your grip despite its familiar weight. The heat shimmered off the ground, creating an almost surreal atmosphere around you.

Maki moved first, her pole arm slicing through the air with a speed that caught you off guard. You barely managed to parry the blow, the force of it vibrating up your arm. She was fast—too fast for you to keep up in close combat. Each of her strikes was precise and unyielding, designed to exploit any weakness in your defense.

You gritted your teeth, trying to match her movements, but your own attacks felt sluggish in comparison. Every swing you made seemed to fall just short of its mark, leaving you increasingly frustrated. Maki’s eyes gleamed with a mixture of challenge and something that looked almost like encouragement.

“Come on, Y/n,” she urged, her voice steady and commanding. “You can do better than this.”

But you could feel the strain in your muscles, the sweat trickling down your back. You were more used to strategizing from a distance, using your powers to control and manipulate, rather than engaging in this direct, brutal combat.

Desperation clawed at you. You needed an edge, something to turn the tide in your favor. Just as Maki swung her pole arm in another powerful arc, you considered summoning Pochita. The thought of the chainsaw devil’s raw power brought a fleeting sense of security.

“Don’t even think about it!” Maki shouted, her voice cutting through your thoughts like a whip. Her eyes locked onto yours, reading your intent as if it were written plainly on your face. “This is between us. No summoning.”

Frustration flared inside you, but you respected her command. Instead, you resorted to another tactic. As Maki closed in, you subtly pointed your index finger at her, focusing on channeling your force manipulation. A small, controlled burst of invisible force shot from your finger, aimed directly at her center of gravity.

The effect was immediate. Maki stumbled, her balance thrown off by the unexpected push. She recovered quickly, but it was the opening you needed. You surged forward, swinging your pole arm with all the strength you could muster. The blow connected solidly with Maki’s side, and she grunted as the impact sent her skidding back a few steps.

You stood there, breathing heavily, the sun beating down on your flushed skin. Maki straightened up, a smile spreading across her face despite the blow she had just taken.

“Not bad,” she conceded, her eyes shining with a mixture of approval and something akin to respect. “You’ve got some tricks up your sleeve after all.”

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as well. Despite the struggle, there was a sense of satisfaction in finally landing a hit. The training was far from over, but for the moment, you had proven to yourself that you could adapt, even in the face of your weaknesses. The sun continued to blaze overhead, but the weight of the challenge felt just a little bit lighter.

-

The sun was high in the sky, casting long shadows from the trees that provided some much-needed shade during their break. The air was filled with a sense of calm, a brief respite from the intense training and missions that defined their days.

“Carrying cursed tools, huh?” Panda’s deep voice broke the silence as he conversed with Megumi. He leaned back on the bench, one massive paw resting casually on his knee, while the other gestured animatedly.

Megumi nodded thoughtfully, his gaze shifting towards you. You were a few meters away, playing catch with a much smaller version of Pochita and your loyal dog, Sugar. The bright, almost carefree laughter that escaped your lips as the two creatures chased after the ball was a stark contrast to the cold, calculating persona you often displayed in battle.

“I agree with supplementing my close combat with weapons,” Megumi said, his focus returning to the conversation. “But with my curse technique, I want to be able to free up both hands at any time. With swords, you lose time sheathing them.” His eyes flicked to Maki, who was sitting comfortably under the shade of a large tree. She seemed relaxed, but there was a keen attentiveness in her eyes as she listened.

“Zenin-senpai, you often carry more than two around you, right? How'd you do that?” Megumi asked, genuinely curious.

Maki smirked, tilting her head towards Panda who was now comically flexing his muscles, showing off his strength. “I make Panda carry them,” she replied with a chuckle. Megumi deadpanned.

Panda laughed, his hearty voice resonating through the clearing. “Yeah, some sources keep curse spirits that can store up and retrieve objects.” He explained as he relaxed back on the bench, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and amusement.

“He can’t do that. It’s a rare thing,” Maki added, her tone more serious now. “And it takes time to tame them as well. But if you find a way, let me know.”

Megumi placed a thoughtful hand on his chin, clearly mulling over the information. The idea of integrating such a technique into his own repertoire seemed to spark something within him. He glanced down at his hand, almost as if testing a theory, and then pressed it against the ground. To his surprise, his hand suddenly slipped through as if the earth itself had become intangible.

“Tuna tuna,” Toge called out, noticing Megumi's unusual action and the expression of mild surprise that crossed his face.

“Senpai,” Megumi said, looking up with a rare, genuine smile. “I think I can do it.”

The realization was like a light bulb turning on in his mind, illuminating a new path forward. He could feel the potential for a breakthrough, something that could elevate his combat strategy to a new level.

Meanwhile, you had caught the tail end of their conversation. With a swift motion, you threw the ball for Pochita and Sugar to chase after again. The small orange chainsaw-headed creature barked happily, and Sugar followed suit, their playful antics drawing a soft smile to your lips.

-

You boredly glanced at Yasu, who was once again lecturing you for taking on too many missions back-to-back. His voice was a constant drone in your ears, and you could barely keep from rolling your eyes as he rambled on. “Maaan, I love the money I'm earning and the commissions, but can't we rest for a while? I get tired too. Not everyone can keep up with a gorilla like you.” He ranted as he parked the car in the school’s parking area, the engine’s hum a background to his complaints.

“Told you, we could just teleport there but you refuse.” You deadpanned, unbuckling your seatbelt and climbing out of the car, the cool evening air hitting your face as you stepped into the parking lot illuminated by dim streetlights.

“No.” Yasu said firmly, shaking his head with an almost comical seriousness. “Not after you left me.” He pointed an accusatory finger at you, his eyes narrowing.

You remembered the incident yesterday. You had left him behind during a sudden retreat, teleporting away. It wasn’t something you particularly regretted—it had been necessary—but Yasu had taken it personally. His trust issues were almost endearing, if not for his constant need to bring them up.

“Whatever, goodnight Yasu-san.” You said with a dismissive wave, turning away from him. Your voice carried a note of finality that brooked no argument. Yasu only nodded in response, albeit grudgingly, as he also walked in the opposite direction, lighting up a cigarette. The flicker of the lighter briefly illuminated his face, casting sharp shadows that made his features look almost ghostly.

Reaching the dorms, you sighed deeply, feeling the familiar weight of fatigue settle into your bones. The missions had been relentless, and your body was screaming for rest. The campus was quiet, the usual bustle of students long gone as everyone retreated to their rooms for the night.

Just as you were about to unlock your door, a chill ran down your spine. You felt a presence nearby, a familiar, almost comforting aura that was hard to miss.

“Gojo-sensei.” You called out, turning to see Satoru standing right behind you, his white hair almost glowing under the moonlight, and his trademark blindfold in place. He had a mischievous smile on his face, one that promised trouble.

“No time to talk, come with me.” Satoru said, his voice cheerful but urgent. Before you could protest, he grabbed you and effortlessly hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of rice. You barely had time to gasp before the world around you shifted violently.

The scene changed abruptly, the dorm’s familiar surroundings replaced by the eerie, dimly lit confines of what seemed to be an underground basement. Your eyes widened in surprise as you struggled to regain your bearings, taking in the dark, cold space around you.

“Yuuji-!” You exclaimed, spotting your brother standing a few feet away, looking just as bewildered as you felt. Yuuji turned around, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you, but before either of you could say anything, Satoru cut you both off with a wave of his hand.

“Let the reunion occur later, your amazing teacher is gonna show y'all something cool. I'm going to teach the both of you about the pinnacle of jujutsu battles, Domain Expansion.” Satoru declared, his tone brimming with excitement. With a casual flick of his wrist, he grabbed Yuuji as well, and the next instant, the three of you were standing on a vast expanse of water, the sky above a perfect, starless black. Satoru stood seemingly unaffected by the sudden shift, his usual nonchalance firmly in place.

“Sorry about that.” Satoru said, as if teleporting you both across space and time was a minor inconvenience. “Were you waiting?” His tone was almost teasing as he addressed the curse that stood a short distance away, its monstrous form glaring at the three of you with malevolent intent.

“Where the heck?! Hey, where are we?!” Yuuji’s voice was edged with panic, his eyes wide with confusion. He was clearly not used to Gojo’s unique brand of teleportation.

“That’s…” You glanced back, your gaze locking onto the figure standing opposite you. The curse was humanoid but grotesque, with pale gray skin that darkened into a brown volcanic opening at the top of its head. Its single cycloptic eye stared unblinkingly, and its mouth was filled with jagged black teeth. It wore an all-black outfit, loose and flowing, with a yellow spotted cape draped over its shoulders and a white scarf around its neck.

“This is Yuuji Itadori-kun and Y/n Itadori-chan, they are here to watch.” Satoru introduced you both with a casual wave, as if this was a routine field trip and not a potentially deadly encounter.

“Mt. Fuji! His head’s Mt. Fuji!” Yuuji exclaimed, pointing at the curse with a mix of disbelief and horror.

“It's ugly.” You muttered, unimpressed, as you pushed yourself off Satoru’s shoulder, landing lightly on the surface of the water.

“Why aren't we sinking?” Yuuji asked as Satoru placed him down beside you. He stomped his feet lightly, testing the surface as if it were solid ground. “Sensei, I was at the school just a second ago, right?” He turned to Satoru, his voice tinged with confusion. “What's going on here?”

“Oh, we warped here.” Satoru answered nonchalantly, as if such a feat was commonplace. Yuuji could only deadpan at the short, almost dismissive explanation.

“What are those brats for? Shield?” Jogo, the curse, asked, his voice dripping with disdain.

“Shield? No no no, I told you they're here to watch.” Satoru replied, a playful lilt in his voice. “I'm in the middle of teaching this boy lots of things. As for her,” he glanced at you with a mischievous grin, “I think it's fun to let her tag along. Both of them are my favorite students, after all.” He spoke with a childlike enthusiasm, his tone almost mocking. “Don't worry about them, just keep fighting.”

“Bringing in someone who will slow you down just makes you a fool.” Jogo sneered, his contempt clear.

“It'll be fine. After all… you're weak.” Satoru’s voice turned mocking, his words laced with a casual arrogance that clearly infuriated the curse. Jogo’s ears, which had been plugged, flew out, causing his head to erupt with flames in a burst of fury.

“Don't underestimate me, brat!” He roared, flames licking up from the top of his head. “I'm going to enjoy swallowing up that smug face of yours!” The flames surged forward, threatening to engulf the three of you.

Reacting quickly, you summoned Pochita, intending to use its formidable power to block the flames. But as Pochita’s large form emerged, it promptly sank into the water with a splash, completely useless in the current setting.

“Pochita!” You called out in frustration as you watched the cursed creature flounder and sink. Your deadpan expression returned, a mixture of exasperation and disbelief.

Feeling a reassuring hand on the back of your head, you glanced up to see Satoru smiling down at you, his confidence unwavering.

“You'll be fine. Just stay close to me.” He ruffled your hair in a gesture that was almost affectionate. You sighed and dismissed Pochita, its large body dissolving back into you with a shimmer of energy.

Jogo placed his hands together, his expression turning deadly serious. “Domain Expansion.” He declared, and suddenly the world around you darkened. The tranquil surface of the water cracked and transformed, morphing into the molten interior of a volcano. The oppressive heat and the fiery glow created a surreal, hellish landscape. Jogo’s smirk grew wider, his confidence bolstered by his transformation.

“W-what is this?” Yuuji asked, his voice shaking with fear as he took in the nightmarish surroundings.

“Coffin of the Iron Mountain!” Jogo muttered, completing his Domain Expansion with a sense of triumph.

“This is a Domain Expansion.” Satoru explained, his tone still calm and instructional despite the chaos around you. “You use curse energy to construct an Innate Domain, imbued with the curse technique in your surroundings. What you all experienced at the juvenile detention center was an incomplete domain that hadn't been imbued with any curse technique. If that had been a proper domain, all of you first years would have died. I think Megumi understood that.” Despite his carefree tone, there was a hint of seriousness in his explanation. The gravity of what you were witnessing was not lost on him.

“Oh!” Yuuji exclaimed, a spark of realization in his eyes. “Like buffs in video games!”

“Another is…” Satoru began, but his sentence was cut off as he effortlessly blocked an attack that came hurtling towards the three of you. He didn’t even flinch as the fiery projectile disintegrated against his invisible barrier. “...that the techniques imbued in the domain are guaranteed to hit within that domain.”

“Guaranteed?” Yuuji echoed, his voice a mixture of awe and apprehension.

“Guaranteed!” Satoru confirmed with a nod. “But don't worry. There are several ways to deal with it. You can take the heat using a curse technique, like just now, or… I don't really recommend this one, but you can go outside the domain, though that is usually impossible.” He paused. “You can also…”

“If I neutralize that infinity of yours with a dense domain, then my techniques will reach you.” Jogo said, cutting Satoru off.

“Yeah, they’ll hit,” Satoru confirmed, unfazed.

“Huh, infinity?” Yuuji asked, looking between Satoru and Jogo with confusion.

“The most effective way to deal with a domain is to lay out your own domain,” Satoru explained, tugging at his blindfold, revealing his piercing blue eyes. “When two domains are laid out simultaneously, the more refined one will dominate that space. Though sometimes compatibility and the amount of curse energy are factors.”

“There won’t even be ashes left of you, Satoru Gojo!” Jogo roared, his rage boiling over. He unleashed a torrent of flames, a sea of fire that seemed to consume everything in its path.

But Satoru stood calmly amidst the inferno, his voice steady and almost nonchalant as he intoned, “Domain Expansion: Infinite Void.”

The world around you and Yuuji dissolved into a vast, endless white expanse. Satoru carried you both effortlessly on one arm, his eyes sharp and focused. Jogo's domain crumbled as the Infinite Void took over, swallowing everything in its immensity. The scene transformed into an ethereal void, resembling the cosmos with its inky blackness, distant galaxies, and swirling, nebulous white patches. A sense of boundless space stretched in every direction, the sheer scale overwhelming.

Jogo stood frozen, his eyes wide with terror and confusion. Raw, infinite information bombarded his mind, paralyzing him completely. He couldn't move, couldn't think, as the relentless flood of knowledge rendered him helpless. His thoughts fragmented, his consciousness overwhelmed by the unending stream.

“This is the inner world of Limitless,” Satoru explained, gripping Jogo’s head with a casual firmness. His voice cut through the infinite expanse, resonating with an eerie calm. “Perception, communication… every action involved in living is forcibly carried out an infinite number of times. It’s ironic, isn’t it? When guaranteed everything, you can’t do anything but die peacefully.”

You glanced at Satoru, trying to steady yourself against the dizzying expanse of the Infinite Void. Despite Satoru’s casual demeanor, the overstimulation of the sight made your stomach churn. You quickly covered your mouth, a wave of nausea washing over you. Satoru's grip on Jogo tightened, enough to behead him cleanly, yet he held back, as if considering the options.

“But I have questions I want to ask you, so I’m letting you off the hook with this.” Satoru’s tone shifted to one of calculated mercy as he gripped Jogo’s head tightly, enough to incapacitate him without killing. The Infinite Void dispersed as Satoru set you and Yuuji gently on the ground, stepping on Jogo’s decapitated head to keep him in place.

“Now, who told you to come after me?” Satoru asked, his voice returning to its usual lightness as he adjusted his blindfold back into place. But before Jogo could respond, you felt a familiar, yet disconcerting presence nearby, almost fading away. Your body stiffened, a cold shiver running down your spine.

“Pochita, Pochita,” you whispered urgently, calling out to your modified cursed spirit. Satoru glanced at you with mild curiosity while Yuuji immediately moved to your side, concern etched on his face.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Yuuji asked, his voice tinged with worry. Pochita emerged from your back, ready to defend you. Before you could issue any commands, a burst of flowers exploded in front of you all, their petals drifting down in a mesmerizing display. The scene shifted into a false sense of calm, and you felt an inexplicable peace washing over you.

“Wow! Pretty flowers,” Satoru commented with a smile, momentarily taken in by the tranquil scene. He slapped himself lightly, shaking off the influence. ‘This is a curse, right? It’s stripping away my will to fight,’ he thought, quickly regaining his composure.

Yuuji, however, was caught off guard as a log ensnared his feet, lifting him into the air. Another curse took advantage of the distraction, snatching Jogo’s head and retreating swiftly. Satoru reacted instantly, saving Yuuji. You, still feeling the effects of the earlier overstimulation, could only manage to vomit, your body wracked with exhaustion. Pochita whined softly, trying to comfort you.

Clearly, the relentless pace of missions and the toll of two Domain Expansions were catching up with you. Yuuji hurried to your side, offering support as you struggled to steady yourself.

“Wow,” Satoru mused, a hint of amusement in his voice. “He got away. He’s good at hiding his presence too.” He referred to the curse that had rescued Jogo, his interest piqued. “Spirits of that level are forming a faction now? This is getting interesting.” He glanced back at you and Yuuji, assessing your condition.

“Yuuji, Y/n, I want both of you—or rather, everyone—to become strong enough to beat that. It’s better to have a concrete goal, right? Man, I’m glad I brought both of you here.” Satoru’s enthusiasm was palpable, but Yuuji looked less than convinced.

“I had no idea what was going on, though,” Yuuji admitted, still processing the events.

“Now that we’ve set up our goals, all that’s left is to pursue them. We’ll speed up your schedule a bit,” Satoru declared, turning to Yuuji. “For the next month, you’ll be watching movies and fighting me.”

“Fighting you? Will I still be alive a month from now?” Yuuji exclaimed, his voice tinged with both fear and incredulity. Their conversation blurred into the background as you struggled to stay focused. The familiar presence you sensed earlier lingered in your mind, mixing with the fatigue and overstimulation. It was almost tangible but tainted by another equally familiar presence.

You tried to dismiss it as the aftereffects of the Domain Expansions, but the unease persisted. You glanced at Pochita as you dismissed the cursed spirit, its form merging back into you. Yuuji held onto you tightly, his concern unwavering. The darkness of exhaustion finally overtook you, pulling you into a deep, unplanned sleep.

‘God, I really do need to start sleeping,’ you thought as consciousness slipped away.

-

Kape?

[thatone-brightstar]

Before You (Carmen Berzatto X Fem!OC)

It was Isaac before Carmy, and it was Ross before you.

Read part I.

Part II: January.

words: 3.4k

a/n: Thank you all so much for 200+ followers!!! Idk what to do in these situations but I'll celebrate by giving you more Carmy content! Slide into my dms with your prompt ideas and I'll gladly do my best to write what I can! Also: Image does not represent OC's skin type, just needed a summary pic. WARNING: Smut ahead, p in v unprotected sex (birth control is present but not mentioned), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

This was not how she expected her New Year to go, dress hiked up to her hips, nails digging into his neck and shaking thighs painfully wrapped around the man continuously slamming into her. The lewd sounds he makes reverberate inside the small depot, echoing back into her dew covered skin and fueling the shivers traveling up and down her spine. Ross has always hated her name, but the way Carmy says it- blissed off his mind, crimson cheeks and pink pouty lips rounding over each syllable and followed by a breathy ’fuck’- god does he make it sound devine. 

Her nails drive deeper into his reddened flesh and the pain of her grip tightens his fingers over the plush skin of her parted thighs. The flimsy fabric that barely covers her navel lets him see himself lost with each thrust, sight replaced with a gripping sensation, choking him with his own air.

There was something cathartically thrilling about their… situation. The sneaking around, the lingering stares each time she crossed to the depot and the tauntingly short uniform that made him visibly gulp. It all brewed thick inside his gut like he’d never known, the warmth of her lips weeks before had shaken the loose earth over his buried desires and there was no way he would get his fill from just the one time. 

Unbeknownst to them, they had fallen into a clandestine rhythm. After closing, Ross would get in her car, drive a few blocks away and wait for Carmen in the warm comfort of the vehicle. Her pulse always quickened in anticipation around the ten minute mark, when she’d spot him in the rear view mirror, blowing smoke into the wind and hair disheveled after a hectic service. The drive to his felt longer each time, anticipation thick and pulsing in the empty space. They could never reach his place though, once she parked on the narrow alley beside his building, his fingers would wrap around the side of her jaw and her breath would be stolen by hungry tobacco scented kisses. She enjoyed the feeling of his needy hands circling her hips and pulling her over him, before his mouth attacked the frail skin of her throat.

But tonight felt different to her. The frustrations of a shitty service had Carmen on edge and he didn’t even give her a chance to leave as she popped her head into the empty kitchen to say goodbye. Instead wrapping his grip around her wrist to drag her into the small room and pinning her against a shelf with the strength of his panting chest. His usual doubtful behavior is replaced by strong and steady thrusts, ones that have the glass olive oil gallons behind her vibrating angrily. Her worry of them braking only lasts a few seconds, soon being pushed out of her mind by the constant pattern of his movements and the tightness inside her that’s beginning to burn.

“Fuck- Ross-” He moans into her neck as he speeds up his slams, breath blowing cold over the sweat on her skin.

The relentless strike of his hips on the base of her thighs paints the sensitive skin with a light shade of pink, causing a hiss from her when he readjusts his grip over the slick flesh.

“S..sorry- you good?” Carmen asks with slight concern, slowing down his movements and gulping the dryness in his mouth.

“Ye-yeah-” She reassures with a panting grin, eyes slightly glossy and mascara staining her bottom lashline. “Keep going, I like it…” 

“Oh.. yeah- right okay.” Her bluntness gives him a blush that matches the underside of her thighs before resuming with a brutal blow, ripping a gasp from her lungs and making her breasts jolt with force.

Ross’ fingers tangle in the sweaty strands of his hair and pull him down to her awaiting lips, licking and nibbling over the delicate skin while his hands dent the muscle of her legs and his actions grow faster each time. With a string of groans pouring from her chest, she does her best to chase his hips with her own, striking a perfect spot each time. Her feet hook tightly at the base of his spine and this restricts his actions into shorter and faster shoves against that specific, beautiful spot that seems to split her in two.

An almost filthy cry bursts out when her orgasm shoots up from deep in her core, sparking in each nerve ending in her body and his hand flies quickly up to it to drown out the obscene sound. The remaining force in his last thrusts carries her back down into her body just in time to feel his fingers dig into her bruised skin. A throaty groan blows heavily over her collar bones before he slumps down completely with heavy inhales. She likes this part, when his shoulders lose tension and the beating of his heart doesn’t palpitate as hard against her chest. 

He pulls out with a soft hiss but rather than make an effort to step away from the momentary comfort she provides, Ross feels his thumb brush gently over the red dents he produced; a clear contrast from a few minutes before. She tries to remain quiet so as to not ruin the moment he seems too caught up in, but his tender touch pulls an invisible string deep inside her and the fear of unwillingness to anything remotely close to a relationship triggers her mouth before she can stop it.

“You’re gonna leave a mark…”

“Hmm?” He pulls his head up to meet her eyes, bright pools of aquamarine absorb the little saliva left in her tongue and she swallows drily again and again.

“Your fingers…” She clears her throat. “They’re, uh, they’re gonna leave a mark.” Though that’s not really what she originally meant.

**********

“Tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me!” 

“No!” Ross groans towards her friend, trailing behind her as they both cross the entrance to the back of house.

The regularly hectic movement in the kitchen seems less so as service isn’t due for another few hours. There’s a thin layer of peace visible in the rounded backs of a few cooks as they ingest family, elbows glued to the long stainless steel tables. Ross moves to the water filter beside Frank’s station, ignorant to the glance he throws her way, but very present in Meg’s eyes as she gasps.

“Wait, was it Frankie? D’you finally cave?” Meg whispers beside her.

“Ugh, gross no. I’d rather stick hot coal in my mouth…”

“Okay, then who?”

Ross rolls her eyes once again. “I’m not telling you, alright?! So just- hop off my dick.” 

“Oh c’mon, he had to be good if he left bruises like that…” 

Meg leans down to inspect the lilac dents peeking ever so slightly from under the hem of her uniform. A hiss leaves Ross’ mouth and she immediately reaches down to swat her friend’s pointed finger off the darkest spot.

“All I’m sayin’ is, every artwork needs the artist’s signature.” Meg grumbles beside her. 

“What artist?” The cook intervenes as he pokes around his own plate.

“Ross has a new boy toy and she won’t tell me who it is…”

She keeps her eyes trained on the slowly filling bottle, trying hard to tune out the teasing from the two idiots behind her.

“Y’know she won’t shut up ‘till you tell her, right?”

“I’m just hoping for her batteries to run out.” She assures with a flat smile, taking a sip from her bottle and leaning on the table in front of her.

“I thought you’d be more interested…” Meg teases, picking a piece of dried tomato from his plate and nibbling it through her smile.

She can see a slight tension in his jaw before he shrugs, eyes heavy on his dish. “We’ll find out eventually…” He answers under his breath, the words making Ross’ brows furrow.

“Meaning…”

Frank sighs and pushes his forearms off the table, finally looking up at her. “I mean- c’mon Ross, we know your type- plus, if it was one of these motherfuckers-” his fork drags pointing at the few cooks in the room. “-which it probably was- you know none of ‘em can keep their fuckin’ trap shut.”

If his comment struck a nerve, left it beaten and pulsing in agony, she doesn’t let it show. Instead, she rolls her eyes one more time and gulps down her water, drowning the many colorful swears with his name written on them. A prickling sensation covers her skin, the grip on her bottle going loose when she catches his persistent gaze falling heavily on her from across the kitchen. It washes over her for a few tender beats, and the water in her bottle no longer seems sufficient to cool the heat his strong stare ignites in her stomach.

Carmy doesn’t mean to stare, his eyes had just wandered, obliviously guided by the source of her vibrant voice, the private conversation not so private in the confinements of the blinding white room. A strange sensation flourished in his chest when Megan mentioned the bruises he had previously apologized ardently for and could hear Frank’s slight annoyance  at them.

He doesn’t dislike Frank per se, he finds him irritating and obnoxious at times sure, but not to the point of hate. Right now however- as he appears completely entranced by her- Carmen can’t help the irritation beginning to course through him from the words he overheard. He knows they’re bullshit- the idea to expose her in such a way had no space inside his mind, Carmy isn’t like that- and with his own eyes roaming her tense features, he hopes that in the few seconds he allows himself to sneak a look, she can catch that. The unspoken assurance that she can trust him to keep whatever they have going on a secret.

“- are you even listening to me?”

Her friend’s voice demands Ross’ attention and he drags his eyes away, setting them back on the paper thin sweet potato slices gliding off the sharp edge of the mandolin.

“What- yeah, um… something about… your hair?”

“No dumbass- your psych exam, how’d it go?”

Despite his heavy attention to the task at hand, his ears can’t help but to tune back into the conversation as her sigh floats thick in the air of the kitchen.

“Failed it again… which is- fine-” She groans and reaches her hands to rub up her face in frustration. “-but that blows my second try so I only have one left or I’ll have to redo the whole course.”

Meg frowns up at her and reaches a hand to stroke over her arm. “You’ll do fine on the last one, I’ll help you study.” She offers with a kind smile. “Next one’s the good one… you’ll see.”

“Yeah… I guess'' Ross replicates her friend’s expression and takes another sip from her bottle, only half heartedly believing her.

“Yeah- we’ll both help you.” Frank adds, reaching his own hand beside Megs, a sly expression turning hers into distaste.

“Chef-” Three heads turn to the far left to see Carmen’s usual serious expression, making Frank immediately straighten his posture. “If you’re done fuckin’ around, that duck amuse in the walk in isn’t gonna confit itself-”

“Yes, Chef- sorry.” 

“Thank you!”

Frank briskly picks up his half finished plate and disappears around the corner with a quick step, barely having time to throw them an irritated expression. 

She feels it before seeing him. Only a wisp of white and blue flashes in her peripheral vision before he disappears behind her, the warmth of his extended digits pressing gently on her lower back and a soft ‘behind’ blowing on her exposed neck.  Ross turns just in time to catch the artist’s eyes lingering on her for a sliver of a second, but it’s more than enough to spread a tingling sensation over the blossoming bruises. She doesn’t notice the change in rhythm inside her chest or the soft sigh that he pulls from her as he moves further away.

Meg’s voice is barely audible behind the thin ringing in her ears and it’s only then that Ross notices she’s been staring down the empty space of the corridor, Carmy long gone.

“What the fuck was that?”

It’d be a blatant lie to say she knew either. The way her hands had suddenly gone all clammy and her stomach had dropped to her knees with a simple touch was not characteristic of her usual hookups. The day prior’s fear resurfaces again and the erratic beating takes another definition as she swallows hard and turns to Meg with a thin lipped smile.

“That was um… the artist.”

**********

Roslyn never wanted a relationship, she didn’t need to be in one to know they were shit. All the effort it took to maintain a façade of contentment and joy just for it all to crumble down into nothing, made every cell in her body recoil in disgust. Besides, nothing ever made her believe in the fairytale and every couple she met while growing up seemed completely tired of each other's company. Why would she ever want to put herself through that most ancient form of torture? For what, just to not be alone? 

Big whoop. She’d been alone most- if not all her life- and from the vast experience could confidently say it wasn’t as bad as people made it seem. Her own company was a hundred times better than some of the questionable creatures she found herself roped with.

Yet, despite all the reminders and admonitions that she ‘wasn’t made for that kind of thing’ and to ‘just leave what isn’t for you alone’, Ross could not contain the tumultuous thoughts banging heavily around her skull. 

The shift had gone by quickly as she spent more than half of it in her head, finally clocking off autopilot once the crisp air brushes past her cheeks at the employee exit. The air comes with the lingering wisp of tobacco. Ross tries to disguise how accustomed she’s grown to the smell, breathing in deep and walking slowly in his direction. She throws a nod to her right, where Carmen stands leaning on a tree.

“Hey…”

“How was your shift?” He asks a bit awkwardly, pushing himself off and dragging his feet beside her.

“Fine, I think-” Ross stops abruptly.”-hey, is it alright if we like, don’t do anything tonight-”

“Oh shit- no I wasn’t here for-”

“It’s just, my head kinda hurts and-”

“Yeah, I get it- I wasn’t-”

 “I also haven’t eaten so-”

“-I can make you some…thing.”

The silence is filled by tension as his words linger heavy in the air. They slipped past his mouth without contemplation and now weigh more with each second she doesn’t respond. Words turn to dust in the back of her throat- scratchy and uncomfortable- while she tries to come up with a lie on why she wouldn’t find it absolutely appealing to be cooked for.

“It’s okay, you spent the whole day cooking- you don’t have to….”

“I don’t mind it.” He’s soon to assure, keeping his eye contact despite the sharp shake of his head.

Her fingers grow sensitive at the constant assault of her nails, she huffs out a small breath of air and looks up at him. She can only hold Carmen’s strong stare for a few seconds, eyes wavering instead on the treetops above his head.

“No one’s ever really made me dinner before.” Ross delicately whispers her confession.

His offer’s dissected in her head for what feels like an eternity while he just waits in place, knuckles cracking at his sides. A slow smile finally covers her face, nodding gently to him.

“Okay…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

He offers what she has come to know is his soft smile, at least what she can see of it under the dim lighting of the street lamp. The clouds of vapor emanating from both their chests pull her from the unintentional staring contest and she makes a following motion to him with her head.

“I-um- I left the car that way.”

“Right- yeah- okay.” Carmy’s nervous stutter widens her grin.

They begin to walk the few blocks in silence, he’s concentrated on the surrounding ambience- second cigarette in hand- while she attempts to ignore the alarms she has strategically set out, all in the name of self-preservation. 

‘It’s just dinner’, she repeats to herself. ‘It doesn’t mean anything’. 

“Can I ask you somethin’?” He speaks out, pulling her from her head. “And you can totally tell me to fuck off-”

“Probably will, but shoot-” She adds with a light laugh, tired eyes concentrated on their path.

He contemplates his words for a second, the dim roar of tired engines penetrating their small bubble of peace. 

“So you really hate your job-”

“Ooh, hate is not a strong enough word-”

“-Okay, so you loathe your job-”

“There you go…” Her humorous smile triggers his usual small one, the tiny dimple on his left cheek guest starring just briefly but she takes a short second to admire it fully.

“Why do you stay?”

Ross contemplates his question while she plays with the strap of her bag, debating between the option she’s always used to deflect any sort of question, or to undust and pop the lock on the box where her truths lay hidden.

“Well you see, I have this horrible habit where I have to eat and-”

“Oh, fuck off- I’m serious.” His laugh is brief but genuine and it shudders something deep within her- it vibrates through her ribs and changes the tempo in her chest- an earthquake came and gone. 

A slight sense of panic trails behind her external joy, looming just out of sight but present still. She sighs and gulps the tightness down, turning to the empty street before them.

“I wasn’t supposed to be there this long.” Ross finally confesses loud enough so he can barely hear her. “I'm majoring in psychology…”

“So this is temporary?”

“Yeah…” She sighs again, picking at the gel polish she gets specifically to avoid the bad habit. “It’s supposed to be, but I’ve been trying to get my license and failed my exams twice. I only have one more chance before I have to retake the course all over again.”

He’s silent for a while, staring at the grimey ground and searching his head on what to say. “I was always shitty in school… but maybe I can like, try and help you study? Some say it helps explaining it to someone else.”

Carmy’s voice falls into a whisper with the last sentence and draws her gaze away from her fingers and up to his concentrated one.

The way his attention falls solely on her- eyes never straining far from her own- heightens her senses and chills her skin past the warmth of her coat. All she can muster is a thin smile, because anything bigger would trigger the lever that’s already too tight. 

“So psychology?” He changes the subject.

“Yeah, the-uh- child kind.” She awaits the usual taunt that comes with her answer- the ignorant thought that ‘why would children even need a psychologist?’- but it doesn’t. When she looks in his direction, it isn’t there either and she can’t decide if what he’s giving her is worse.

“That sounds pretty cool.” He says instead.

Ross’ brows twitch up momentarily, awe visible only for a few worthy moments. “Yeah it… it is.”

And says nothing else. 

‘Don’t read too much into it’ Ross repeats to herself, as many times as needed to push out the ridiculous thought of anything more than what it is- just a casual thing- out of her head, on the drive to his place.

**********

Part III.

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[fatkish]

well hello there i just what to say i love the righting and 2 as u can see i suck at spelling so im sorry. and 3 i wish to know if u could do some mha angst like maybe like kiribaku x adhd reader where like bakugo dosen't mean tell reader to stop talking so fast or to like sit properly and stop moving there leg (i kinda want both cuz i get told that alot but u pick) but then kiri comes home and bakugos is sleeping on the couch and next day, kiri makes bakugo apologises and see how he was wrong. but its up to u. like reader could be overstimulated and cant stop moving. or sumth its up to u but thx for replying if u do don't feel like u need to tho byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Kirishima x Bakugou x Reader Drabble

It was that time of year again. Exams were getting closer and you and Kirishima needed help studying for them. So you both asked your shared boyfriend Bakugou, to help you guys study. Due to your ADHD, you typically take you tests in a different room alone with one of the teachers, that’s because it’s easier for you to focus when there’s less possible distractions. Due to your constant fidgeting, the school has allowed for you to keep a small exercise cycle underneath your desk. This device is similar to an exercise bike with its pedals, but it’s smaller and made to be used when sitting. The cycle is considered a learning tool for you since it allows you to fidget while disturbing as little people as possible.

Sadly, you can’t bring it everywhere with you, if you could then that incident wouldn’t have happened. You and Kirishima had begged Bakugou to help you guys study, so you three went to a cafe. Of course, your Boyfriends knew of your ADHD and how it affected you. They knew that it could only be managed so much, it wasn’t something that could be completely controlled and that it’s something you struggle with. While Bakugou was trying to help you both study, you kept getting distracted by everything and you wouldn’t stop shaking your leg, causing the booth to vibrate.

As you would point out things that you saw that you noticed like someone’s hairstyle or a band t-shirt someone was wearing, Bakugou was starting to get fed up with your inability to focus. You were sitting next to him in the same booth and your constant leg shaking was vibrating the seat and it was driving him crazy. After 1 hour and 30 minutes of your constant interruptions and leg bouncing, Bakugou was at his wit’s end.

“Goddamnit you spacey fuck, can’t you concentrate for more than a couple fucking seconds?!?! And will you fucking quit bouncing your goddamn leg. It’s so fucking damn annoying!” The moment Bakugou registered what he just shouted at you, he realized how much he messed up. You looked at him with watery eyes before your face changed to one of anger.

“I’m leaving” you got up and left the cafe, leaving behind a sorrowful Kirishima and a sorry Bakugou. Bakugou knew he had messed up the moment the words left his mouth. Before Kirishima could say anything Bakugou spoke.

“I know, I know, I messed up and I need to apologize. Don’t worry, I will.”

Kirishima could only look at Bakugou in slight disappointment before he went back to studying.

The next day at school, Kirishima pulled Bakugou aside in the hall outside the classroom and demanded that he apologize to you. Bakugou knew he messed up and was already planning out how he was going to apologize. As they walked into the classroom, they saw you scribbling away in one of your doodle journals. Since most students weren’t in the classroom yet, Bakugou decided to apologize then and there. He walked over and grabbed the back of your shirt, dragging you into the hallway.

“Look, I’m sorry ‘bout what I said yesterday. I was just pissed and I took it out on you.” He mumbled just quite enough for you to hear.

“It’s okay, I know I forgot to bring a fidget and I’ve been trying to manage my symptoms better. I just have to work harder but I appreciate the apology”

“Yeah yeah just shut up” Bakugou muttered as he looked away with a slight blush on his cheeks.

[starstruckwillows]

♡ for a demigod - l.v ♡

requested by anon<3

leo valdez x reader, hurt/comfort

leo has a nightmare, which would be fine if he wasn't a demigod

dreams were incredibly inconsistent for the regular person.

for a demigod, they could never wake up being sure of what was real and what was really just a nightmare. it could be a difficult distinction, and it required a clear head, not the confused rambling of leo's brain.

he woke up slightly sweaty, looking over at you fast asleep, with even breaths. shaking the curls from his face with a slight pant, he swung his legs over the bed, going into the bathroom to splash his face with some cold water.

once leo had stared himself down in the mirror and spontaneously brushed his teeth, he returned to your bedroom, padding down the hallway with haste due to the chill in the air.

but you were gone.

you weren't in the bed anymore. he'd only left for two minutes. the fog in his brain swallowed sense quickly.

a curtain flapped in the wind.

that windows open. was it open before?

a floor panel creaked.

is that the creaky step? who's on the stairs?

your bag was spilling across the floor.

did you throw that when you came in last night or is this new?

fed up of the speculation, and on the verge of properly panicking, he tore down the stairs, surprised he didn't fall over, and veered straight for the kitchen...

... where you were getting a glass of water. relieved, and not thinking to announce his presence, he rushed up behind you and wrapped his arms around your midsection while he placed his head in the crook of your neck.

"leo!" you gasped, jolting so some of the water splashed out and trickled down your hand. he pulled his sleeves over his hands and used the cuff to wipe the water from your skin.

"came back and you were gone."

you twisted in his embrace so you could face him, water abandoned and fingers in his hair, before you said, "m'sorry love, i saw the light on in the bathroom, i didn't think to tell you i was going downstairs."

for normal people, telling your partner everytime you wanted to go downstairs would be terrible. controlling. irritating.

but for a demigod, your partner was at constant risk of attack, death. updating each other of your whereabouts was a way to ease the intense worry. it came with the job description, the job that none of you really signed up for.

"s'okay," he whispered, face still warm beneath your hands, "you done down here?"

you nodded, letting him take one of your hands to lead you back to bed, glass of water in the other.

the two of you were quiet for a moment, but both awake, your head leaning on his shoulder.

he spoke first, quiet and unsure of the question he was about to ask you, "if you were going to leave me-"

"leo, no."

you moved to sit up and lean over to face him, but he shook his head and pushed you back down to where you were laying.

"just humour me for a second."

with an unimpressed huff, you answered, "alright, if i was going to leave you?"

he rolled his eyes at your tone, but something in his chest felt warm, reassured that you considered the notion so utterly ridiculous, "would you tell me?"

you frowned, "huh?"

"like would you tell me in person or just leave with a note... or something. i don't know."

it went silent for a moment too long, leo starting to wonder if asking was a mistake. but eventually you replied, "i don't know. it depends. i don't think i could ever leave without saying goodbye to you. but i don't think i could ever leave, so it depends what's happened. if you killed my whole family, yeah we might have some problems."

despite himself, and the vulnerability he was currently feeling, leo laughed, the sound vibrating in your ear.

"you're safe, love, i'm not going anywhere."

you wondered if he heard you, because he didn't reply, just held you, until the two of you fell asleep, breath in synchronisation, feeling more peaceful than any demigod had the right to be.

taglist:

i have nobody on a taglist for riordanverse but @juneberrie thought you might like this one<3

[me-uglypretty]

#18 w/ carol pls & thnk you! 🫶🏼

blurb replay 2023 — #18 Always Get This Way - The Aces — Carol Danvers x Reader | Warning: (18+), angst but happy

This—the awful feeling in her chest—couldn’t control her, it shouldn’t have such power over her that pretending was the ultimate resolute, and yet, Carol was there in her lonesome.

A false smile on her face as she spoke. The grimace that appeared after the call ended, and you remained the same, grinning as you stared at her through the screen while she explained about the reason for her extended stay in space. It almost made her stop with the ache to announce that she rather be home to witness the way your smile brightens her day.

Carol loves you. She had never been so sure of something. However, she felt herself slipping away from your warmth as days carried forward to weeks, where she was in space and you were on earth.

It’s not right to love someone so far away, right?

Carol doesn’t know the answer. She felt wrong for forcing your heart to ponder for her return. It was her fault for allowing the distance to further. One week turned into two, and she was preparing herself for the third to come.

The Khan wasn’t happy. Carol heard the slight change of tone in Muneeba’s voice after discovering her extended stay off earth. It’s just a mother’s worry of her adopted daughter, but blamed herself for the constant drawbacks in her relationships. She couldn’t preserve the promise made to Monica or came back to her best friend, Maria.

Carol always finds her escape by flying away from every reason that could had made her stay. It’s easier that way, she’d accept those shallow words if her hands weren’t trembling while holding the cold phone that was once vibrating with missed calls and messages.

Her heart yearns for you at every second of separation enforced by her own horrid thoughts.

While you were at home in Louisiana, flooded with worried thoughts of Carol’s absent. It mustn’t be good for the dead silence to carry forward for so long. She would have called or send a little message to ease your thumping heart from worries.

The first time of her disappearance, she was announced dead, but was captured. It couldn’t possibly be the same, right?

Carol Danvers is Captain Marvel. She’s far too powerful to simply be captured. The enemy of any kind couldn’t end her—

The final thought of that, wreck sobs through your chest. You needed to know she was fine. Carol needs to be fine or you wouldn’t know of living without her by your side.

Between the tears that spills at sorrow’s peak, the unmissable sound of firm knocks comes through the wooden door. It takes an extra minute for your mind to finally register that it was real, not sounds coming from an already tired mind. A short peak through the side of the curtains and you saw her.

Carol was stood there, seemingly glowing by the sun that shone through her tussled golden hair, skin appearing pale but held a certain gleam when you had opened the door. It takes an extensive second for your body to crash into hers, heavy breathes followed soon after, tears that stained your shirt and hers, arms that held the other’s body like another second way would prove deadly.

A thought whirs through her mind; How could you be so happy to see her while she was the reason for leaving you in the sheer silence of her existence?

While yours blooms of everything that revolves around her, simply seen by the wide smile on your face as you cried of joy for finally having her back home safely.

“You’re safe,” you murmured soon after, warm and wet face pressed into the crook of her neck. “You’re safe,” was repeated with a tender kiss pressed to her skin, where you felt her pulse.

Carol shakes her head. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”

You pulled way reluctantly. “Why? Are you okay? Are you hurt?” and the questions followed through with worries as inspect for the injury that worried you more than what apology she was mustering to say.

“I left you.”

There, the confession fell from her mouth and that moment, your body tense under where her hands rested on your shoulder to gain your attention.

She takes a deep breath through her chest as she continued. “I left you because I was scared. If you realise that I wasn’t worth it, this time apart isn’t worth it— I am always leaving, don’t you see? It happened before, unintentionally and…I kept thinking that I should had given you more space so you could leave me first.”

Your hand laid onto of hers and she couldn’t stop the sound of sobs that escape through her throat.

“You can tear me apart— but please, I just love you so much, and I thought this was better because if you didn’t want me and I know, I shouldn’t but I always get this way—”

“Carol,” you tried intervening, but another apology fell from her mouth. “Carol, I only care about you!”

At that, her eyes widen, the lines on her forehead appearing as her eyebrows rouse in shock at your words. Carol shakes her head, but your free hand grasped her face.

“I was more worried about your safety. I knew you would come home back to me because I love you so much, Carol, and I know you love me just as much. I don’t care, no, I do care when you’re away for so long but it’s fine. You would come back home to me. Why would you assume that I couldn’t love you enough? Carol, my heart nearly burst in my chest at the thought that something had happened…and it healed the moment I saw you standing here.”

Carol’s silence made you worried while your confession made her feel guilty. Everything she was so confident about in her mind, those were thoughts of someone scared of accepting the love that was given to her and expecting the worse first before it happens.

You don’t view her the same. It’s not the same when you grasp her hand and lead her into the house. It’s not the same when you brought a cup of water for her. It’s not the same when you kissed her cheek again, thumb brushing away the tears that fell. It’s not the same when she kissed you when felt the smile on your face appear.

Carol could always get this way—but you were still there, reassuring her of love and she promised at that moment to never assume of the worse than speaking to you of everything that worried her.

[s1desn4cks]

For Predcanons, what about Stanley from The Stanley Parable or The Narrator?

Oh, I am SO glad someone asked for them. Thank you Anon!

Let’s start with Stanley.

* He’s usually the prey, but when he is a pred he’s very quick about it.

* He prefers not to leave prey in his mouth because he’s afraid of hurting them.

* He’s unsure if he likes the feeling of prey in his stomach or not, and when he leaves them in there for too long he starts to get a stomachache.

* His stomach is slightly softer than a normal humans, and a lot less wet because he doesn’t have to eat like a normal person.

* Because he doesn’t have to eat, his stomach isn’t used to having stuff inside of it, especially moving things.

* Stanley will blush if you fall asleep in his stomach, he’s unsure why.

* The only one he’s okay letting eat him is Narrator, although he’ll still pout when he arrives in Narrator’s stomach. This hasn’t stopped others from eating him, however.

* He secretly enjoys lounging in a full stomach or cup of tea.

* Stanley and Narrator have special ways of communicating when they eat one another since Stanley can’t talk.

* If anyone else tries to eat him, Stanley will flail and panic because he’s scared he won’t be able to communicate with them.

*Stanley will constantly have a hand on his stomach while someone is in there. He feels like it helps remind both him and the person that he knows they are there.

*Stanley will rub or gently prod at his stomach to communicate with whoever is in there.

Now, let’s talk about Narrator (He’s totally a guilty pleasure pred crush lmao)

* Narrator can size shift. He’s able to shift his own size to be incredibly large, or incredibly small. He cannot change others sizes (but I do have an idea for a character who can in my Stanley Vore-able AU~)

* Narrator is a slow pred. He’ll take his time when swallowing someone, and enjoys toying with them as he does.

* If he sees the prey is clearly stressed or scared, he’ll be quicker about swallowing them so he can make them feel secure.

* He enjoys pairing his prey with different foods an drink, even though he doesn’t need to eat either. His usuals are red wine or tea.

* Narrator’s stomach glows a slight yellow color, as well as his throat. He is unaware of this, and since he only ever usually eats Stanley, he’s never been told about it by someone else.

* His heartbeat is always a slow, constant rhythm that you can hear from within his stomach. Since it’s simulated, it never really changes and is great white noise.

* His stomach is used to having things in it for a long time, so someone could stay in his stomach for days without it bothering him.

* Since Narrator can size shift, he can change the size of his stomach as well. Feeling too squished? He’ll make some room. Tummy hug? No problem!

* Narrator will follow his prey’s decent with his fingers until they reach past his collarbone.

* Unless he’s protecting someone, you would never know there’s a prey in his stomach. He usually just goes about his day and leaves them in there for a bit.

* He secretly enjoys how close the prey is while inside him, and how he has a constant reminder that he’s not alone. (Skip button angst, anyone~?)

*Narrator is never a willing prey. Even the few times Stanley has eaten him, he’s only been semi-willing, and it was only when he couldn’t control his shifting or was absolutely exhausted.

*He will sometimes let out low rumbles, almost like purrs, that vibrate his whole body and are able to be felt by the prey. He will deny this to no end.

* If he’s tipsy, he will rub his stomach and purr even more with a prey inside him.

* Narrator loves some good fearplay every now and then, but only if the prey is willing. He has only scared an unwilling prey ONCE, and regretted it immediately after he gulped them down (story in progress~).

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

So I just read that scare actor eddie fic nad it was awesome, I loved it.

And it got me thinking of reader being really scared of Haunted Houses and Eddie being really excited to go to one so she convinces her to use a remote control vibrator to distract her and make the experience more enjoyable 😉

iiiiiiiiiiiii went overboard and i hope that's ok. also this has been all i've thought about since you sent it and i would've written for it sooner except this was a week from hell and i didn't have time to write until tonight (even though i should have used tonight to try and catch up on nanowrimo OOPS) ANYWAY PLS ENJOY THIS (it had a mind of its own when i started writing it so it's a bit much...)

Scaredy Cat

Eddie x fem!reader, semi-modern au (for the remote control vibrator) smutty smut smut, 18+ pls! minors DNI!, 2.6k words

CW: pre-established relationship, remote control vibrator, p in v, unprotected sex (pls be smart ppl) multiple orgasms (f), slight exhibitionism (belief that there are other people in front of them walking around a haunted house), praise and teasing, dirrrrrty talk

(Eddie taglist: @hawkinsroyaloutcast @eddiemunsonfuxks)

You’re currently holding Eddie’s arm in a death grip for two reasons. One: despite how much you hate horror and are a wimp with scary things, you let Eddie convince you to walk through a haunted house with him tonight. Two: despite you saying that you will go for him but won’t enjoy it, you let Eddie convince you that said Haunted House would be more enjoyable if he held the remote control of the vibrator currently situated between your thighs.

“It’ll be nice,” he said with his chest to your back. “You’ll be distracted enough to enjoy walking through the Haunted House with me.” “But Eds, I don’t know,” you whined, looking at him in the mirror in front of you. “For me?” he asked. His head rested on your shoulder. “I don’t want you to hate it, let me help you enjoy it.” You watched in the mirror as his hands moved from your hips to your panties. Fingertips slipping past your waistband, palms following, warm and gentle as he used two fingers of one hand to open your lips and uncover your clit. His other hand placed the small vibrator in just the right position to press against your bud when he removed his hands and cupped your sex over your panties. He met your eyes in the mirror and kissed your shoulder. “I’ll put it on low so you can get used to it on the drive over, ok?” You nodded. Mouth dry, you licked your lips and swallowed, “when will you turn it up?” Eddie smirked. “When I think the time is right.” He turned on the vibrator as soon as you got in the car, making you yelp at the new sensation. Sitting was…good, but not good as it put more pressure on the vibrator than just your tight black jeans had. You tried not to shift during the car ride, and Eddie noticed. You’re pretty sure he didn’t go slow over potholes or speed bumps just to get a reaction out of you. There was a particularly harsh bump that he hit at almost full speed that had you gasping and moaning at the pressure and friction on your clit. One hand shot to the door and the other between your legs before you squeezed your thighs together to try and chase the pleasure that was starting to be a low thrum in your stomach. Eddie tried to hide his laugh, and when you looked over at him he had the biggest smile on his face. You pulled your hand from its place between your thighs and punch Eddie’s shoulder. “You did that on purpose!” Eds broke out in a full laugh at that. “I want you to be having a fun time before we get to the Haunted House. Had to do a lil something to get it going.” You laughed with him and soon after you were pulling in to the parking lot.

The thrum in your panties was indiscernible to anyone who passed the two of you but consistent to you and not enough. Eddie had helped you out of the van and you had yet to let go of his arm; the constant stimulation beginning to make your head fuzzy and your hands itch to help chase your pleasure.

The two of you were standing in line. Entry was staggered so no groups collided as they walked through.

“Sorry folks, no more after this couple,” the entrance worker said to the small group coming up behind you and Eddie in line. “We gotta close up for the night after they get their walkthrough.”

Despite your pleasure warped mind, you clear your throat and ask, “how long is the walkthrough? And are there any scare actors or is it just rigged jumps?”

“You’re a lil on the scared side aren’t you? There are 7 rooms, usually takes around 30 minutes for people to walk through depending on if they have any easily scared people. Those groups can be out as soon as 15 minutes since they usually run after the scared one,” the worker laughs. “No scare actors, just rigged stuff. Y’all will go in in about 5 minutes, we give everyone 15 minutes between just in case there’s a runner.”

Eddie rubs your hands resting on his arm as you wait. “Ready?” He asks, searching your face for any hesitation. “Comfortable?” He whispers with a smirk.

You gasp quietly as the vibrator moves up to the next intensity. You shift on your feet, biting back a moan as you nod yes to Eddie’s questions. The vibration is more than before; not by much, but enough to have your thighs clenching.

“Alright, lovebirds, go ahead. Door is gonna shut behind y’all. So don’t be alarmed.”

Eddie walks first, almost dragging you in since it takes a minute for your feet to work. As soon as you cross the threshold the door behind you shuts with a loud bang making you jump.

“My little scaredy cat,” Eddie coos, leaning down to kiss your temple. “Don’t worry I’ve got you.”

You walk together in silence for a bit before a skeleton pops out of the wall to Eddie’s right. You jump away from Eddie and scream—of course—but that scream turns into a moan as the vibrator moves up to the next setting: a stronger vibration that now pulses on your clit.

Eddie smiles mischievously as he pulls you back into his side by your belt loop. You lean on him as pleasure courses through you with every pulse between your thighs. “You’re doing so well,” Eddie praises. “We have to keep walking through, baby.”

You’re holding on to Eddie’s arm much more than before as pressure builds and the coil in your stomach begins to tighten. The next room brings another jump scare, scream and new level of the vibrator.

“Eddie,” you moan and grip his hand harder, as the pulse pattern changes and the vibration speeds up.

“How’s my girl, holding up?”

You realize now that every jump scare and scream means more torturous stimulation to your aching clit.

By the 4th room, you’re knees are wobbly and its hard for you to walk. You’re on the precipice, thighs clenching in an attempt to reach satisfaction. Eddie notices and pauses your walk through the house. He pulls your face towards his before shifting his hands to your ass to pull you against him. He dips his head, taking your lips in a soft, knowing kiss as he presses the button on the remote control again putting the vibrator a mother level higher. You moan into his mouth and come undone, his hands on your ass and your hands on his shoulders are the only think keeping you standing as you ride your orgasm through.

Eddie pulls back from this kiss and your head falls to his chest as you try your best to steady your breathing.

“Good girl.”

You hum, hands twisting in Eddie’s shirt as the vibrator continues to assault your now oversensitive clit. “Eddie,” you moan.

“We have three rooms left baby you can make it.”

You whine but let him take your hand and lead you to the next room.

Another room, another jump scare, and another level on the vibrator. The stronger vibration has you cry out in pleasure and slight pain, Eddie pulls you to him and kisses the moan from your lips. “Gotta be a little quieter, sweetheart.”

“Eddie, baby. I need-“

“What do you need?” He asks as he holds you close and leads you to room six. With the thrum between your legs, your eyes closed and Eddie’s cologne in your nose you don’t notice the jump scare in this room so he didn’t tick up the toy in your now soaked panties.

“You, I need you.”

“Fuck baby,” Eddie groans. “That’s fucking hot. We’re almost out okay? Then you can have me, promise.”

“Promise?”

“Yes baby.”

Eddie moves the two of you quickly through the last room, eager to get you out of the Haunted House he so badly wanted to go through. As soon as the two of you left the last room, Eddie hollered a “good night!” to the workers and you headed quickly back to the van. He helps you into passenger side before hopping into the drivers seat and starting the engine.

“Don’t wanna make too much noise here baby so I’m gonna drive us to the lake, its only 5 minutes away okay?”

“Mhm,” you moan. Eddie looks over at you and catches you grinding down into your seat to get more stimulation from the vibrator.

“Fuck, okay okay were going.”

Eddie speeds to the lake, finding the nook where you’ve parked multiple times to make out and make love when Wayne is home at the trailer.

As soon as he parks and turns off the lights and engine he’s unbuckling both of you and grabbing your face in a heated kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth and wet as he helps you stand up and backs you into the back of the van. Eddie’s hands move in a flurry, shedding you of your jacket and shirt and him of his own. He kisses down your neck as he unclasps and removes your bra, moving his way down to kiss your now bare breasts. He drops to his knees, kissing just above your pants button as he works to rid you of your jeans, leaving your panties on.

He stands, reaching into the pocket that the vibrator’s remote control had been stored after each jump scare and turns off the toy. The onslaught of stimulation to your clit ceases but the pressure from the toy itself still sits heavy at the apex of your thighs. Eddie then removes his own jeans. Though your mind is fuzzy from continuous stimulation you notice his erection straining against his black boxers. Your hands move to stroke him through the fabric but he catches your wrists before you can.

“Let me take care of you baby,” he says laying you on the blankets that always line the floor of the van. Eddie kisses your lips and then kisses down your body, pausing to lavish your tits with wet and warm kisses and light bites; sucking on your taught and sensitive nipples until you’re crying out for him.

“Eds please.”

He continues his kisses down your stomach, stopping above your panties. You lift your hips as he pulls them down. Vibrator leaving its place against your clit as he does, you whimper at the loss.

“Fuck these are soaked,” he groans and then looks at your bare pussy. “Poor abused little cunt.” He runs his thumb up your folds, putting a little pressure on your engorged clit. “Did so well with that toy between your lips, huh? My good girl, you want something else? I can see you clenching around nothing, you want my big cock now?”

“Please,” you beg, hands reaching for the waistband of his boxers. He removes them and strokes his already hard cock a few times. Eddie leans above you while he runs his dick between your slick folds, grinding down on your pussy, the head of his member catching on your clit  and eliciting a moan from your kiss-bitten lips.

“I’m gonna slip in so easy, won’t I baby? You’re so wet, fuck.”

Eddie captures your lips in another kiss and you swallow each others moans as he enters you to the hilt in one thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so warm,” he groans as he pulls back to thrust in to you again. “Always so perfect for me.”

“So full, Eds,” you moan in response and wrap your legs around his waist, the new angle letting him hit deeper. “You feel so good.”

He pistons in to you deep and hard, quickly finding and continually hitting your g-spot. His heavy balls slap against your ass with every thrust. Already close before from the vibrator, your second orgasm of the night hits you like a freight train. Eyes screwing shut as you clench and flutter around Eddie’s cock. Seeing white behind your eyes, you’re moaning Eddie’s name over and over like a prayer.

Eddie fucks you through your orgasm and keeps going, chasing his own and determined to get you to finish at least one more time tonight. He leans down to kiss and bite and suck on your nipples and the swell of your breasts. Your hands tangle in his hair and pull his mouth to your own. Sloppy kisses ensue between heavy breaths.

When his lips and teeth nip at your neck your nails rake down his back, surely leaving marks and definitely making him moan into your skin. The soft mewls and quiet noises leaving your parted lips have Eddie lifting his head to look at you. Eyes closed, mouth open, cheeks pink and forehead wet with sweat; you look cock-drunk and fucked out and Eddie spurns on, thrusting into you at a rough pace.

The air is warm and full of sex, and all you can hear are the wet sounds of Eddie’s cock moving in and out of you and both of your heavy breathing. As Eddie’s thrusts begin to falter and slow, he reaches a hand between you to rub rough circles into your abused clit.

“Too much, Eds,” you whine and try to push his hand away. “It’s too much.”

He moves his hand back to prop him up and uses his non-dominant hand to hold both of your wrists above your head before placing his thumb right back onto your bundle of nerves. “You’ve got one more in you. I know you do baby. You gonna be my best girl and come for me one more time?”

Eddie’s deep thrusts and relentless touch have you convulsing in pleasure as your third orgasm hits and you gush around his cock one more time. Your pussy tenses around him and Eddie’s hips meet yours as his own orgasm hits, filling you up with spurts of his cum.

He kisses you, his lips hot and red, as he slowly pulls out. You can feel your mixed releases dripping from you and making a mess on your thighs and ass. Eddie reaches over you and under the backseat to pull out another spare blanket to use to clean up. He wipes you off first in soft, gentle strokes before cleaning his softened member of your release.

Reaching back under the seat again, Eddie pulls out a small duffle bag and removes a clean pair of boxers and a clean shirt. You sit up and he helps you into the boxers and slips the shirt over your bare chest before putting his boxers and pants back on.

“What are these from?” You ask, looking down at the Hawkins t-shirt you now wore.

“I always keep a spare pair of clothes in here just in case I get too sweaty at the gym or have an unexpected sleepover.”

You laugh, “with how many times you’ve slept over unplanned that makes sense.”

Eddie helps you stand and then sits longways across the backseat with his back against the wall of the van and pulls you between his legs. You lay your head on his chest and cuddle together.

“Love you, bug,” Eddie says, planting kisses on your head. He laughs lightly, “thank you for going to the Haunted House with me.”

“Love you, Eds,” you respond, lifting one of his hands from its place rubbing circles on your stomach to kiss his palm. “It ended up being rather enjoyable,” you laugh.

You sit and hold each other in silence for a few minutes before settling back into your seats and heading to the trailer to sleep.