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dollgxtz · 4 hours ago

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Can you write a short somno fic for Sylus but he’s already been doing it for awhile? And he feels so damn guilty about it but genuinely can’t stop because it’s like an addiction to him now? :)

In Somno

Word Count: 3.6k

Tags: sylus x fem!reader, somno, nonconsensual somnophilia, noncon, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, facials

Summary: Sylus just can't help himself when it comes to your sleeping body <33

Over and over he'd tell himself how wrong this was. How terrible he was for using you like this. All he could think about when he picked you up now was how long it would be before he got to cum on your pretty face again. How could he even think such thoughts? All that guilt would quickly subside as soon as you started yawning though.

Yes, even a simple yawn from you was enough to get him rock hard now.

AN: Sorry anon, I know you said "short" but I got really excited and got carried away. So lets just say this is my version of a short fic LOL. Also thank you thank you thank youuuu for requesting this, I've been itching to write another somno fic hehehe. Btw the title means “In slumber” in Latin!!! :33

He hadn't intended for things to escalate to this point.

Normally, Sylus was a master of self-control, able to reign in his desires with ease. But on that particular day, something had been stirred within him, something that he couldn't quite explain. It had started when he saw you lying in his bed, fast asleep and naked, after a long and exhausting mission. You'd taken a shower and had passed right out. Your fatigue had been palpable, and he had gone to cover you with a blanket, his hand accidentally brushing against the side of your breast.

Sylus froze, his breath catching in his throat. He hadn't meant for this to happen, hadn't meant to touch you like...that. His hand lingered for a moment, a mere whisper of contact, before he moved it away as if it burned. He stared at you, sleeping peacefully, unaware of the turmoil his innocent touch had ignited within him. He had always prided himself on his ability to control himself. Yet here he was, his heart pounding, his body betraying him.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. It was just a touch, he told himself. A harmless, accidental touch. But his body refused to listen, his mind refusing to let go of the softness of your skin, the warmth that had radiated from you. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to touch you again, to trace the curve of your breast, to feel more of your warmth.

He knew he should leave, let you rest, should respect your sleep. But he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to tear his eyes away from you. He had seen you naked before, had seen you sleep countless times. But this was different. This time, he felt something stirring within his groin as he watched your naked chest rise with each breath. Your beautiful, peaceful face was messing with his senses. He tried to dismiss it, to attribute it to the fatigue of the long day, the heat of the room, anything but the truth.

The truth was, you two hadn't had much time for each other lately, and even less for anything intimate. The lack of physical connection had left him pent up, achingly so. He couldn't remember the last time you'd both had a moment to yourselves, a moment to explore each other's desires and needs.

As he sat there, looking at you, he couldn't help but feel a surge of longing. He shut his eyes briefly, trying to calm himself down, but it was no use. Better to quell the urge to touch you now, and then forget about this, he figured. He reached back over, his hand gently touching the soft roundness of your breast, giving it a light squeeze. The touch sent a spark of electricity through his body, and he felt his cock harden in his pants.

Shit. He had definitely just made it worse.

You stirred, letting out a soft whine, and he felt his heart skip a beat. The sound of your voice was like music to his ears, a sweet melody that only added to his arousal. He quickly withdrew his hand, however, as you began to shift and turn your body away from him in your sleep.

Your butt was now completely visible to him. His heart dropped into his stomach. You had always been the only one to undo his calm, to make him feel this way. He ran his fingers through his hair, now having an internal battle within himself. It felt wrong...undeniably wrong...and yet…

One thing had led to another, and he found himself carefully pushing his fingers inside your wet folds. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he was breathless as your cunt sucked in his fingers bit by bit. The feeling of your inner walls clamping down on his fingers sent his mind into a frenzy, and he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted to be inside you.

How wet you'd be.

How tight you'd be.

His cock was rock hard and throbbing in his boxers, pressing against the back of your leg. He pressed himself against your butt lightly, trying to relieve some of the ache that had been building up inside him.

It wasn't enough.

You began to squirm, your body shifting slightly in your sleep, and he froze. He didn't remove his fingers, but ceased his motions...as if pausing could erase what he’d just done. He watched you closely, heart pounding, waiting to see if your eyes would open. If they did, he told himself, he’d just say you two had dozed off like that. Just a sleepy accident.

The lie formed easily in his mind, but the weight of it hit hard. He had never lied to you before...and now, standing on the edge of it, he felt something bitter twist in his gut. Shame crept up his spine, hot and sharp, settling in his face until his skin burned. But he didn’t move. Didn’t pull away. He smothered the guilt with silence, burying it under the oldest excuse in the book: what you didn’t know couldn’t hurt you.

As you pressed your backside against him, unknowingly in your sleep, he felt a surge of desire wash over him, replacing all guilt and shame with a primal, aching need. The pain in his groin became almost unbearable, and he couldn't bring himself to care about anything else except satisfying his craving for you.

Within the next few minutes he had rid himself of his underwear, lifted your leg and slowly began to sink his aching, throbbing cock inside you, only a little bit at first. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and he felt himself plunging into you over and over, his hips moving in a slow, rhythmic motion. His hand gripped the roundness of your ass, holding you in place as he thrust into you, his fingers digging slightly into your skin.

"Ah...fuck. Kitten, Im sorry..."

He bit his lip, trying to suppress a groan as he sunk himself deeper, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. The room filled with the sound of your bodies meeting, the creaking of the bed, and his ragged breaths. He could feel every inch of you, tight and warm around him. He wanted to savor this moment, to imprint it on his memory forever. He reached around, finding your clit with his fingers, rubbing in time with his thrusts. You moaned softly, still deeply asleep, arching your back to meet him.

"Mghn...S-sylus..."

He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. He was worried that you had woken up, that you would discover him inside you, and that everything would be ruined. He lay there, holding his breath, as he frantically thought of excuses, of ways to explain what was happening.

But as the seconds passed in silence, and you didn’t move, he began to ease—just slightly. He glanced over, searching your face for any sign that you were awake, that you knew. But your eyes stayed shut, your expression calm, untouched. Still lost in sleep.

You looked so docile, so innocent and soft with your mouth agape, small snores escaping your lips. He hates that he feels a rush of arousal looking at you in such a vulnerable state, peacefully sleeping in his bed.

He wondered if you were thinking you were having a dream, if your subconscious was responding to his presence inside you. The thought sent a thrill through him, and his cock twitched in your inner walls. Maybe you wanted him too? Even in your dreams?

As he began to thrust again, this time with a bit more force, he could feel the pressure building up inside him. The ache in his groin was becoming almost unbearable, and he knew he was on the verge of cumming. He groaned, the sound choked out of him as he struggled to maintain control.

But as he looked down at you, still asleep and unaware of what was happening, he knew he had to pull out. As much as he didn't want to, he couldn't risk finishing inside you. Surely you'd put two and two together when you woke up and he'd be caught.

With a strangled groan, he forced himself to pull out, his cock throbbing with the effort. He gripped the sides of your hip, holding himself up as he shot a hefty, sticky load of his cum all over your inner thighs. The sensation was intense, and he felt a wave of relief wash over him as he finally released the pent-up tension.

As he looked down at the mess he had made, he felt a pang of guilt and anxiety. What would you think if you woke up and found out what had happened? Would you be angry, would you be scared? He didn't know, and the uncertainty was eating away at him.

So he simply cleaned you up as best as he could, and when you awoke the next morning you were none the wiser. You did question the ache between your legs, but fortunately for him you simply chalked it up to pushing yourself too hard during the mission. Besides, your entire body hurt already. What was one more area?

He swore that would be the last time.

Except it wasn't.

You didn’t always spend the night, but when you did, it was usually because you were too tired to head home after a long day. Sylus would swing by and bring you back to Onychinus’s base without complaint. You’d shower, get comfortable, and eat whatever dinner he’d ordered the chef to make you—just like always.

Then the two of you would settle in. Maybe you’d watch a movie, maybe listen to one of his new records. It was an easy routine. Comfortable. Soothing.

Eventually, you’d get too tired to keep your eyes open, and drift off beside him on the couch.

Then he’d carry you to the bedroom—slow, careful, as if you might break in his arms. On the surface, it was about comfort. He wanted you to sleep well. To feel safe.

But underneath that was something more selfish. He wanted to test the limits. To see how close he could get, how much movement he could do before you would stir, how long his hands could linger on your skin.

Most nights, you didn’t even move. You stayed limp and warm in his arms, face tucked against his neck, breath slow and even. It should have calmed him.

Instead, it made things worse.

Guilt curled in his chest like smoke. You trusted him. Implicitly. You let yourself go completely in his care. And he hated how that trust made something coil low in his groin, thick with heat and desire to strip you down and plunge himself in your wet walls.

And that's exactly what he did. Night after night, he'd start carefully moving your underwear to the side, swiftly inserting the head of his hardened cock inside you, and fucking you until a creamy white ring of your juices formed around the base of his shaft. Touching your breasts, butt, and pussy in ways you'd never let him before. And just as he felt himself about to release, he'd quickly pull out, covering your soft skin in his cum. Sometimes it was your thighs, sometimes your back. He'd even gotten bold enough to do your face at one point.

To compensate for the guilt that gnawed at him every time he let himself fall into his dark cravings, Sylus had started buying you more gifts.

At first, it was subtle—a snack you liked, a book you’d mentioned in passing. But it escalated quickly. If you so much as glanced at something in a store window while the two of you were out, or paused a moment too long while scrolling on your phone, it would show up in your hands within days. Sometimes hours.

You noticed, of course. It was hard not to.

“Another one?” you’d ask, brow arched in amused suspicion as you unwrapped a new plushie, or a piece of jewelry that matched your favorite dress, or a gadget you’d casually mentioned needing just once.

When you asked him why he was suddenly giving you so much, he’d just shrug—casual, like it meant nothing.

“You've always been spoiled, why question it now?” he’d chuckle.

As if that explained everything.

And maybe it did. At least, enough to keep you from pressing further.

Because to him, each gift was a way to say I’m sorry I touched you too long, I’m sorry I wanted more than I should, I’m sorry I’m not being honest. I love you so much.

It was his way of trying to be good for you.

Even as the craving got harder to ignore.

Yes, even a simple yawn from you was enough to get him rock hard now.

He found himself unable to stop. Would you really blame him if you found out? You must clearly want it too...the way your body greedily sucked in his cock, squeezing around it like a warm, wet vice. It was as if your body was begging him not to pull out, to keep going, to keep giving you more. Every time he thrust into you, your muscles would contract, holding him in place, and then release, allowing him to slide back out, only to repeat the process again. It was a sensual, intoxicating rhythm, one that threatened to consume him whole.

And the soft little whines you made when he was stretching you out or when he pumped into you a little harder than he meant to drove him absolutely crazy...

He'd promptly cease his movements, gently shushing your little noises while he waited for you to calm.

"Im sorry, baby. I didn't mean it, stay asleep for me," he would coo, his voice a soft, gentle whisper, as he gazed down at your sleeping face. He would pause for a moment, his chest heaving with desire, as he struggled to control his own needs. But then, with a quiet sigh, he would resume his movements, his hips slowly rocking back and forth, his cock sliding in and out of you with a smooth, gentle rhythm.

As he moved, he would continue to whisper sweet nothings in your ear, his words a soothing balm to your sleeping form. "Just need to see you covered in my cum one more time..." His voice was a gentle hum, a vibration that seemed to resonate deep within your body, as he continued to pump into you.

He did this for several weeks, reassuring you whenever you began to grow concerned at the continued ache between your legs. Of course, you'd trust him. Relax after. He'd feel terrible but he'd tell himself it was for your own good. You just felt too good. Too soft, so warm.

Tonight was no different. You both were watching a new movie in his home theater this time, when you promptly yawned. Immediately he felt his breath get shallow, and his pants get tighter.

“Tired, kitten?” Sylus asked, his voice lower than usual—rough around the edges, like he was holding something back. He reached for the remote and shut off the screen, the soft click echoing in the quiet space between you.

You nodded through a sleepy stretch, arms lifting lazily above your head before collapsing into your lap.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, eyes already heavy. “We never finish these movies. I just…I don’t know. I’m always so tired now.”

There was a faint furrow in your brow as you said it—genuine regret, like falling asleep beside him was some kind of failure.

He leaned in without hesitation and kissed your forehead, slow and deliberate. His lips lingered there a moment longer than they needed to, soaking in the warmth of your skin.

“You don’t have to apologize for being sleepy,” he said softly, slipping one arm under your legs and the other around your back. “You’re welcome to come back and finish it any time.”

You didn’t respond.

He was rock hard now.

As he rose to his feet with you cradled in his arms, your body melted into him completely. Your head dropped to rest against his collarbone, lips parted in the beginnings of sleep. He felt the small puff of your breath against his neck—warm, steady.

Halfway down the hallway, he glanced down at you.

Out cold.

He smiled. There was something in your face when you slept—unguarded and soft. Your lashes fluttered faintly, cheek pressed against the curve of his chest like you belonged there.

“They must be working you to the bone,” he muttered to no one, voice barely audible.

Unfortunate for you.

But for him…

You felt incredibly wet and tighter tonight. He'd boldly set you on your back this time, not wanting to miss a single facial expression or noise. Even if it meant being more gentle than usual. He watched greedily as your breasts bounced up and down with his movements. He leaned down, hands on either side of your head, trying with strained effort to quiet his groans.

"How am I ever going to stop doing this to you? You feel so good," he hissed through his teeth, his voice a low, tortured whisper, as he struggled to keep his gentle rhythm. His cock was buried deep inside you, and with each thrust, he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge. The sensation of his tip grazing your cervix was almost unbearable, threatening to overwhelm him.

He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched in a fierce effort to hold back, but it was no use. The feeling of being inside you, of being surrounded by your warm, wet flesh, was too intense, too addictive. He couldn't get enough of it, couldn't get enough of you. And as he looked down at your sleeping face, he knew that he was doomed, trapped in a cycle of desire and pleasure that he couldn't escape.

His hips moved faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent, as he chased the sensation, as he sought to prolong the pleasure. And with each stroke, he felt himself getting closer, closer to the point of no return, closer to the moment when he would finally succumb to his desires and let go. "Hah...gonna cum...," he growled, his voice a low, animalistic snarl as he felt his orgasm building.

"Mmmm..."

As you began to squirm under him, your eyes peering open just a bit, but still not enough to be considered awake, he felt a surge of panic mixed with excitement. Were you waking up? He should stop, he knew he should, but he couldn't. He was too close, too caught up in the moment, too desperate to cum inside you.

He leaned in closer, his large body encasing yours, his warm breath whispering against your ear. "Shh...I'm almost there baby...don't wake up..." He pleaded, his voice a low, husky whisper, as he tried to calm you down, to keep you from waking up and discovering what was happening.

But you whine, sleepily grabbing onto his arms, your hands wrapping around his biceps like a vice. You clearly aren't aware enough to even realize what's happening, and he takes advantage of that, using it to his benefit. He continues to thrust into you, his hips moving faster, his cock pounding into your wet flesh with a relentless rhythm.

As he looks down at your face, he can see the faintest glimmer of awareness in your eyes, but it's not enough to stop him. He's too far gone, and he knows that he's going to cum inside you, no matter what. The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Fuck..."

As he pushes as far as he can go, his hips stuttered, jerking forward with a mind of their own, as his cock pulsed, throbbing with the intense force of his release. As he came, he felt his cock unleash a torrent of cum, wave after wave of it flooding into your body, filling you to the brim. A wave of relief crashed over him, drowning out the relentless hunger that had been gnawing at him all night.

As he looked down at you, Sylus noticed you were starting to squirm again, your body shifting slightly under the covers. You were clearly on the verge of waking up. Your brows twitched, your breathing changed, and your fingers gave a small, unconscious twitch.

Thinking quickly, he moved to wrap himself around you, encasing your body in his arms in a way that was both protective and possessive. His chest pressed against your back, one arm curling securely around your waist, hand resting just beneath your ribs.

You let out a soft breath, eyes fluttering open for a brief moment—glazed, unfocused—before slowly slipping shut again. He felt your body melt against his, the subtle tension in your shoulders and spine easing as sleep reclaimed you. Your breathing evened out. You relaxed fully in his grasp.

Relieved, Sylus allowed himself a quiet breath of his own, feeling the tension in his body begin to dissipate as he gazed down at you. He looked down to see the remnants of his cum slipping down the trails of your thighs, a warm, sticky liquid that glistened in the dim light.

He would definitely have some explaining to do when you woke up...guess it was time to buy that cart full of items you'd been begging for...

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thepinkpanther83 · 2 days ago

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Reader falls asleep in the back of the van with Eddie laying next to her he watches her sleep and gets a thought.

maybe perv!EddiexReader

(maybe it leads to more?)

Please and thank you!

Stolen Kiss

One-Shot Request: “Stolen Kiss”

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

💌 Author’s Note: This one’s for the ever-brilliant @meankenna, thank you for yet another delectable Eddie prompt! I had way too much fun letting him spiral into soft, horny chaos in the back of his van. He owns my soul. 💋

~Pinkie 🍒

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🎸 Summary: A lazy afternoon nap in the back of Eddie Munson’s van takes an unexpected turn when a well-meaning kiss goes very sideways. What starts as innocent curiosity quickly unravels into something far more heated, and much, much harder to take back.

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“Stolen Kiss”

The afternoon sun slanted through the crack in the back doors of Eddie’s van, casting long, golden fingers of light across your legs. The air inside was stuffy in the best way, quiet and lazy, thick with warmth and leftover laughter. The two of you had been stretched out back there for the past hour, decompressing after a long morning of Hellfire errands and mutual school truancy.

At some point, your conversation had dwindled down to nothing but contented hums and the rustle of snack wrappers. And then you’d shifted beside him, bare thigh brushing against his jeans, cheek squishing into his shoulder, and just… drifted off.

Now, your breath rose and fell in slow, steady waves against his collarbone. One of your hands was curled loosely against his ribs, fingers twitching with the last remnants of dream-stuff. Your lips were slightly parted, soft and pink and utterly kissable.

Eddie hadn't moved in fifteen minutes.

He didn’t dare move.

His arm had gone half-numb from where you were lying across it, but all he could think about was how right it felt- your body tucked against his, your legs tangled with his, like the two of you had been built for exactly this.

Well. Not exactly this.

His thoughts, naturally, had taken a darker turn about seven minutes in. The kind he wasn’t super proud of. The kind that made his jeans feel tight around the crotch and his face feel hot.

He bit the inside of his cheek. Tried to focus on the ceiling of his van. The faded band stickers. The faint buzz of cicadas outside.

Not the way your tank top had ridden up just enough to expose the dip of your waist, and flare of your hip. Or how your lips made a tiny little smacking sound every now and then in your sleep. Or how warm your body was- how trusting you were, wrapped around him like you didn’t even realize you’d chosen him.

He didn’t deserve this. He definitely didn’t deserve you.

But damn it all if he wasn’t the luckiest man on Earth just then.

Eddie swallowed hard, trying to focus on literally anything else. He flexed the fingers of his free hand, resisting the urge to brush your hair away from your face. Or cup the curve of your hip. Or do anything stupid that would wake you up and make you realize what a pervy little shit your best friend really was.

Instead, he just watched.

Soaked you in.

Felt the way his heartbeat stumbled every time you sighed.

And maybe- he let his eyes linger a second too long on your lips. His gaze dropped to them again and again, caught in that dangerous orbit, until finally, the thought slipped through his brain like silk.

What would it feel like?

Just a tiny kiss. On your cheek. A soft brush of lips and nothing more.

You wouldn’t even know it happened. You were out cold.

It’d be innocent.

Sweet.

His heart thundered against his ribs like it already knew better.

But still… Eddie shifted slightly, inching closer. His breath hitched as he angled his head, heartbeat kicking up like a damn drum solo.

Just the cheek, he told himself.

Just the cheek.

But then his eyes drifted again, traitorous and hungry.

God, you looked so pretty like this.

So warm and relaxed and completely unaware of the effect you were having on him.

Your tank top had hiked up even higher now, exposing the soft curve of your belly and just the very top of your underwear. Your lips had gone slack, parted just enough to show the glint of your teeth. One leg was tossed over his, warm and bare, resting right across his lap- and that was the real problem.

He could feel the blood pounding behind his eyes. His dick throbbed in his jeans, shamefully alive under the pressure of your thigh. He tried adjusting himself discreetly, praying you wouldn’t stir, but that only made it worse- way worse, because it pressed you right into his growing hard-on. He barely stifled a groan.

Fucking hell, he thought, pressing his head back against the van wall. What is wrong with me?

This was supposed to be innocent. Just a nap. Just you, trusting him like always. And here he was, getting hard because you existed near him too sweetly. Because you were asleep and pretty and breathing his air and he was this close to losing his goddamn mind.

His hand twitched at his side, craving contact.

He didn’t touch. He wouldn’t.

But his eyes kept roaming, down the line of your neck, over the soft slope of your breast where your bra had slipped slightly out of place, to the little freckle near your navel he hadn’t noticed before.

He wanted to press his lips to that freckle. Lick it, even. Trail his tongue along the waistband of your panties and see what kind of noise you made when you woke up like that, panting, needy, already dripping for him…

Eddie clenched his jaw. Swore under his breath.

This is your best friend, he reminded himself. Your best friend who trusts you. Don’t be a creep, Munson.

But then your lashes fluttered a little, and you made this tiny, needy sound in your sleep- a sigh? a whimper? And something inside him snapped.

Just the cheek, he told himself again. One kiss. A coward’s confession. Something he could carry with him forever if this was the closest he ever got.

He shifted slowly, lifting himself on his elbow and hovering over you, his face inches from yours. You smelled like lip balm and weed and sun-warmed cotton. His chest felt like it was going to cave in.

Eddie leaned in.

Just the cheek.

But the second his lips brushed your skin, you stirred, turning toward him, chasing the contact even in your sleep, and his mouth landed square on yours.

Oh, fuck.

His eyes flew open. Wide. Wild.

Your lips were so soft. Warm. Real.

It wasn’t a long kiss, just a second, but it lit every nerve in his body on fire.

He jolted back like he’d been electrocuted, eyes wide, breath shallow, heart beating in his teeth.

“Oh my God,” he muttered. “Shit-”

And then… your eyes opened.

Slow. Sleepy. Surprised.

But not mad.

You blinked up at him, pupils still lazy with dream dust, and he froze in sheer panic, waiting for you to slap him. To scream. To leave.

Instead...

You reached up, grabbed a fistful of his shirt, and yanked him right back down.

But this time-

You kissed him.

This time, it wasn’t an accident.

Your mouth was pliant, eager, tongue slipping against his with sleepy confidence. He groaned into it, low and guttural, like you’d unlocked something primal in him.

Your fingers were in his hair, tugging just enough to make him shudder, and Eddie swore under his breath as your legs shifted, one moving back over his lap with purpose now, grinding down against the very thing you’d unknowingly teased earlier.

“Jesus,” he hissed, hands flying to your waist like instinct. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You giggled, fucking giggled, into the kiss, but it melted into something breathier, needier, when he bucked his hips up and felt you already hot and soaked through your panties.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, pulling back just far enough to look at you. Your lips were kiss-swollen, your eyes half-lidded and hazy with lust. “You’re… fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet.”

You arched against him, shameless. “Wonder why.”

That broke the last of his restraint.

In one fluid, almost clumsy motion, Eddie flipped you onto your back and hovered above you, lips dragging along your jaw, your throat, down to your collarbone where he sucked a mark without even thinking. You moaned, soft and surprised, and he grinned against your skin, feral.

“Been thinking about this,” he murmured, voice wrecked. “So fucking long. You have no idea.”

You tugged his shirt up and over his head, fingers raking over his chest and stomach as he worked your shorts down. He kissed every new inch of skin as it was revealed, groaning when your panties joined the pile.

“You’re unreal,” he said, like a prayer, running his hands up the backs of your thighs, gripping your ass in both palms like he was claiming it. “And you let me touch you like this- fuck, you don’t know what this does to me.”

He palmed himself through his jeans, his cock hard and aching, and you watched him with your lip caught between your teeth, chest rising and falling fast.

“You gonna keep talking,” you whispered, voice dripping with challenge, “or are you gonna fuck me?”

Eddie’s eyes rolled back like it physically pained him how hot that was.

“Ohhh, you’re in trouble now,” he muttered, yanking his jeans down just enough to free his cock. He stroked it once, twice, watching you watch him, your thighs twitching like you were barely hanging on.

He lined up, notching himself at your entrance. “You ready, baby?”

You grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him so hard it left you both gasping.

He took that as a yes.

The stretch of him as he sank in was slow but deliberate- one inch at a time until he bottomed out with a groan.

“Oh my God,” he choked. “You feel… shit, you feel fucking perfect.”

He did too. So full. So good. Your nails dug into his shoulders as he started to move... slow at first, but it didn’t take long for that hunger to take over.

He set a rhythm that was all hips and heat, grinding into you like he couldn’t get deep enough. You wrapped your legs around his waist and met every thrust like you were starving for it.

The windows fogged up. The van rocked.

“Say my name,” he rasped, forehead pressed to yours.

“Eddie,” you whimpered.

“Louder.”

“Eddie... fuck, Eddie-”

“That’s it,” he gasped. “Tell me I’m yours. Come on, sweetheart, gimme that.”

“You’re mine,” you breathed. “You’ve always been mine.”

That broke him.

He cursed, loud and unfiltered, and pulled out only long enough to haul you into his lap. You straddled him, arms wrapped around his neck, his hands gripping your hips so tight they’d bruise.

You rode him like you meant it.

Like you’d been waiting.

Like this was inevitable.

Each bounce sent a sinful clap echoing through the van, your panting filling the tight air between you, and Eddie was unraveling beneath you, moaning, begging, filthy praise falling from his lips as he watched your tits bounce and your face twist in pleasure.

“Fuck, look at you,” he groaned. “Taking me so good. You’re unreal. You’re fucking... God, I’m not gonna last.”

You leaned in, kissed him hard and messy and deep, and that was it.

He spilled inside you with a strangled sound, hips jerking as he held you down on his cock. You clenched around him and followed a moment later, your whole body shuddering against his as you came with a broken cry of his name on your lips.

Silence followed.

Heavy, golden, sated.

He kissed your shoulder, then your jaw, then your temple, arms wrapped tight around you like you might float away if he didn’t anchor you to him.

“Well,” he rasped, voice hoarse and smug, “that was definitely better than my daydreams.”

You nuzzled into his neck, giggling softly. “Perv.”

“Yours,” he said, lips brushing your ear. “Your perv.”

And you didn’t argue.

Your heartbeat was still echoing in your ears when you melted down against him, limbs heavy and loose. The van was quiet except for your mingled breathing and the faint creak of the suspension still settling from all the movement.

Eddie’s arms stayed locked around your back, even as you slumped against his chest. His lips brushed the side of your head in a lazy kiss, and his hands made slow, absentminded circles over your spine- comforting, grounding, reverent.

“You okay?” he murmured against your temple, voice rough and thick with affection.

You nodded sleepily into his collarbone, too blissed out to speak.

He chuckled, soft and stupid and so in love.

It was a low, melting sound that made your chest ache in the best way.

You felt him shift just enough to grab the crumpled blanket from the corner of the van and pull it over you both. His bare legs tangled with yours, his breath still brushing warm against your scalp, and you let yourself sink. Your eyes fluttered closed again with a satisfied sigh.

“I should let you nap,” he whispered, but didn’t move. “You earned it.”

You hummed, barely awake, and mumbled something into his chest that sounded vaguely like “your fault anyway.”

Eddie grinned.

God, he loved you like this. Warm and pressed against him. Wrecked and trusting. Still breathing fast from the things he did to you... and the fact that you let him.

He looked down at your face, kissed your forehead, and stayed exactly where he was.

Minutes passed like that. Maybe more. Time lost all meaning in the haze of sweat and sunlight and soft breathing.

Eventually, your breathing evened out, and you slipped under again, safe and spent and curled up in his arms.

Eddie stayed awake like this.

Didn’t dare blink.

Didn’t want to miss a second of it.

His fingers played lightly in your hair as he stared up at the ceiling of the van again, his brain still buzzing from everything that had just happened.

And then the thought came. Quiet. Unshakable.

If this is what I get for being a little bit of a perv… then maybe I owe the universe a thank-you note.

He smiled to himself like an idiot and whispered, “Best. Fuckin’. Nap. Ever.”

Then he closed his eyes and held you a little tighter, just in case it was all a dream after all.

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miedei · 1 day ago

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once again thinking about dad spencer!

he's very good at giving in to anything his daughter wants, so he has to get things down to a specific routine to make sure she can't take advantage of him.

bedtime, one of his responsibilities whenever he's home, is one such routine. at 18:30 the three of you are usually finishing up the game of the day— space popstars, or digging a moat in the carpet, whatever's captured your tyke's attention today.

once the clock hits 18:45, spencer's jumping up, sweeping the toys to the side for the moment. snatching her up under the armpits, he cuddles her close, then sets her on her feet.

"come on, sweetheart, time for what?"

"teeth!" she cheers, clumsy legs navigating her across the apartment to the bathroom.

spencer chuckles, urging you down on the sofa with a kiss on the shoulder before following her.

diana's already perched on the counter, fiddling with a mini dolphin between her chubby fingers. her eyes light up when spencer walks in, mouth dropping open expectantly.

neither of you are sure why, but she's a huge fan of getting her teeth brushed, always sitting still and obedient when either of you does it. whatever it it, he's grateful, because it always goes over quickly.

once done, he scoops her up off the counter, pressing an obnoxiously loud kiss to her cheek just to see her squirm. setting her down on the tiles, they walk into her bedroom.

rifling through her drawers, he proposes multiple options for pyjamas. dinosaurs are rejected, mini FBI set (courtesy of aunt penelope) are rejected, but she finally settles on a pair emblazoned with purple stars.

once she's wriggled into her sleepclothes, he crouches down in front of her, bringing his face close to hers.

"what do you think we do now, huh, di?"

"say g'night!" excitement laces her tone despite how sleepiness slurs her words. at his nod she shoots out of the room, racing back to the living room sofa.

spencer follows at a much slower pace, smiling softly at the sight of diana on your lap, peppering wet kisses on your cheeks. soft murmurings float over from her mouth, explaining her numerous plans for the next day to you.

it takes a couple minutes, but she starts to run out of steam. recognising that, spencer walks over, lifting diana off you. cuddling her close, he whispers softly.

"going to say goodnight to sock?"

she hums a plaintive yes, arms reaching down as spencer walks across the room and crouches next to the large bernese. socrates lifts his huge head off his paws, pushing his nose into her outstretched palms.

diana grumbles out a night, sock as spencer straightens up again. her eyes are heavy-lidded, each blink a little longer than the last as they walk into her bedroom.

tucking her under her violet sheets, spencer settles on the edge of her bed. his finger plays with the unruly curls framing her face, smiling down at the drowsy face below him.

the light coming in from the hallway shifts as you walk into the room, standing between his knees as you join them. his free hand drifts to the back of your thigh immediately.

it's clear diana's fighting it, trying valiantly to keep her eyes open, but the moment you smooth your thumb over her forehead she's done for.

eyes fluttering shut, her lips part slightly, her breathing growing heavy as she drifts off. squeezing your thigh softly, spencer leans over her, kissing the top of her curly head.

you follow suit, and the both of you stand, leaning against each other as you head back to the living room to start your own nighttime routine.

#he needs to be a dad so bad that i took it into my own hands this au has been living in my mind for so long #mie writes #dad!spencer #spencer.r #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff

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onesidedlovin · 15 hours ago

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kiss then run away!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

men who would always listen to you, even when you seem too nervous or stutter a bit too much in a sentence

men who would kiss you first! they'd then gently tease you on how your face turned neon red as if you two weren't dating! (˶˃⤙˂˶)

men who would be a little upset when you never try to make the first move.. but, patience is always key! and patience also comes with a super cute reward!

men who would just be doing their usual routine until you suddenly call their name?

"baby?" in an instant he turned his head to face you, giving you a gentle smile before approaching you as you gestured him over. "yes, my love?" he responded.

"closer," you urged him. you could feel your cheeks already warming up and you hadn't done anything yet.. your command made him a bit confused but he obeyed nonetheless.

quickly, you leaned in and kissed him on the lips. it wasn't exactly a kiss, more like a peck. but, hey! it was a start! pulling away, you turned on your heel and jogged away, leaving him in utter silence. his hand raised up to touch his lips, the feeling of yours against his still lingering.

he could only get one sentence out.

"god, i'm so in love.."

GOJO S. ,, YUJI I. ,, ACE T. ,, CATER D. ,, denji ,, ivan ,, and some of your favorites!! ♡⸜(˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝

sry this is rlly short..

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viviansturns · 1 day ago

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i see everyone requesting for cocky subby chris so I'm gonna also

chris being flirted with by other girls and reader gets jealous and shows him who he belongs to and is lowkey mean 🤗✨️

cw: jealousy, orgasm denial, handjob, sub!chris

𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒚𝒔𝒖𝒃!𝒄𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝑼

You notice it immediately

The girls—friends of Matt’s friends or maybe just some randoms who tagged along—are already watching him the second you walk in. One of them practically lights up the second she sees him. Tall, blonde, too touchy. The kind who flirts with her hand first and her voice second.

Chris doesn’t even try to play it down. He smiles back. Leans in when she laughs too loud at something he said. Lets her touch his arm like she’s got a right to.

You’re sitting across the room, jaw clenched. Trying not to let it show.

You keep your mouth shut through most of it. Pretend to scroll. Sip your drink. You know what he’s doing—he’s not interested in her, not really. But he likes the attention. Likes the way your eyes stay glued to him when someone else gets close. He wants to push. Test the waters.

And then—he glances over at you.

His eyes meet yours, and he has the audacity to smirk.

It takes an hour before you’re alone. Matt and Nick stay behind to clean up. You and Chris head back to his place, and he acts like nothing happened. Laughing. Talking. Grinning like he hasn’t got a damn clue you’ve been holding back all night.

The second the bedroom door shuts, you shove him against it.

Hard.

He stumbles, chest thudding against the wood, and before he can say a word, your hand is gripping his jaw, tilting his face toward you.

"Wha— what the fuck?"

“You think that was cute?” you ask, low and flat. “Letting her put her hands on you?”

Chris blinks, lips parted. His eyes widen just slightly. “I didn’t—”

You press harder, cutting him off.

“You smiled at her,” you snap. “You let her touch you. You let her flirt with you while I was right there, Chris.”

His expression shifts—cocky creeping back in at the edges.

“She wasn’t that serious. You jealous, baby?” he asks, mouth twitching into a smug grin.

Wrong answer.

Your hand drops from his jaw and shoves down the front of his pants without warning. He gasps—actually gasps—as your fingers wrap around him. Half-hard already. Of course he is.

“I’m not jealous,” you whisper, tightening your grip. “I’m pissed.”

You yank his sweats and boxers down to his thighs, forcefully enough to make him stumble. You press your palm flat to his lower stomach, keeping him pinned. He watches you, jaw tight now, a flush crawling up his neck. You stroke him once. Slow. Just enough to make him twitch.

“You think you’re a prize?” you murmur. “You think you get to walk around letting other girls eye-fuck you like I won’t do anything about it?”

He exhales hard through his nose. Tries to stay still.

“You’re mine,” you growl, hand moving again. “Mine. Not hers. Not anyone else’s.”

You start stroking him properly now—slow, excruciatingly slow, barely enough pressure to satisfy. Your thumb brushes his tip, smearing the slickness leaking out of him, and his hips twitch before he catches himself.

“Don’t fucking move.”

Chris clenches his fists at his sides. His cock pulses in your grip.

“You think I didn’t see you smirking at me?” you whisper, lips right at his ear. “You wanted me to get mad, huh? Wanted me to drag you back here and use you?”

He swallows hard. Doesn’t speak. Doesn’t trust himself to.

You keep going, deliberately slow, your hand dragging over him with a cruel rhythm. His cock is fully hard now, flushed and leaking, twitching with every stroke—but you never speed up. Never give him enough to chase the edge.

He’s breathing harder now, biting the inside of his cheek, his head tipped back against the door like he’s fighting the urge to buck into your hand.

“You can stop pretending now,” you murmur. “You’re not tough. Not when you’re like this.”

A whimper escapes him—quiet, barely audible.

You stop.

Chris jerks forward like his body’s chasing the motion.

“Ah—fuck—don’t,” he pants.

“Oh, now you want to talk?”

You drag your fingers down his shaft, so lightly it’s barely a touch. He’s shaking now, thighs trembling.

“I didn’t say you could cum,” you say coldly. “You’re not gonna cum until you earn it.”

He groans softly, forehead pressed to the door.

“What was that?” you ask, stroking him just enough to make him twitch. “Wanna speak up?”

Chris doesn’t answer. He’s breathing hard, hips twitching again.

You grip his cock tighter.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You,” he says, hoarse. “Fuck—I belong to you.”

You stop again.

Chris practically whines, chest heaving.

“That’s not good enough,” you murmur. “Say it like you mean it.”

“I’m yours,” he repeats, voice cracking. “I—I’m only yours.”

You smile.

“Good.”

You stroke him again—faster now, just a little. Enough to make him gasp. His hands go to your waist like he needs something to hold onto, but you bat them away.

“No touching.”

He whimpers again. You keep your eyes on his face, watching it fall apart. Watching the pride leave his body in real time.

“Please,” he chokes. “I—I need to cum. Please. I’ll do whatever you want.”

“You’ll do whatever I want anyway.”

And then you finish him.

One tight, fast stroke and he’s gone—hips jerking, teeth clenched, breath stuttering out of him as he spills over your hand, moaning through clenched teeth. His legs shake. His eyes flutter shut. He looks completely undone.

You slow your strokes as he comes down, watching the twitch of his cock, the mess he’s made, the ruined, flushed look on his face. His mouth is still parted like he’s trying to remember how to breathe.

You wipe your hand off on his hoodie and step back.

He leans against the door like it’s the only thing holding him up.

“You look pathetic,” you say. Then, without saying anything, you just walk away.

a/n: damn they lwk toxic as fuck 😭😭

kinda feel bad that i didn't write chris aftercare but yk what that's what you get for flirting w other girls

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strxn-2 · 22 hours ago

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got it - sturniolos x younger sister

summary : where a stupid joke actually hurts

TW : Angst , mentions of self harm , mentions of pills , ADHD+ BPD sister , mentions of anxiety and dyslexia , light swearing, established name "Florence/Florrie" for younger sister , lmk if i've missed any!

not proofread

sibling q&a” read the hastily scribbled whiteboard behind them.

Matt beamed at the camera, tossing a pillow at Chris. “Okay, first question — who’s the most dramatic sibling?”

Nick groaned. “Do we even have to answer that?”

Florence grinned, her legs crossed pretzel-style on the carpet. “I think we all know it’s Nick.”

“Hey!” Nick said, pointing at her. “You cry when your teddys fall off the bed.”

Everyone laughed — the easy, familiar kind of laughter that came when the lights were on and the red recording light promised safety in performance.

But about twenty minutes in, the mood shifted. A question popped up on the screen — ‘What’s something you wish one of your siblings understood about you?’

Chris hesitated. Nick glanced away. Matt started to answer, but Florence cut in.

“I wish I didn’t feel like I have to fall apart to be seen.”

The silence wasn’t planned. Neither was the way Chris muttered, trying to lighten the moment, “Come on, Florrie, if you want attention, get it from somewhere else.”

Her smile faltered.

She stood up so fast the camera wobbled slightly on its tripod.

“Got it,” she said quietly, walking off set.

The boys blinked after her, before rolling their eyes.

“God she’s being so dramatic” Matt mutters

“I know right” Nick says” “she’s so damn sensitive”

They all laugh softly, continuing to record the video as if nothing happened.

Three days slipped by in the usual blur of content and distraction. Nick spent hours on the balcony editing their latest vlog, laughing at the same jokes he’d heard a dozen times. Chris filmed a solo Q&A, replying to comments like nothing had changed. Matt even streamed for two hours straight, pushing through waves of anxiety with practiced jokes and caffeine.

Meanwhile, Florence’s bedroom door stayed closed, she was spiralling worse than usual, resisting the urge to relapse more than she already had, numbing all her pain under cuts and pills and still none of them noticed – did they even care about her anymore?

Once or twice, one of them mentioned her — mostly in passing. “She’s just being dramatic,” Nick mumbled. “She’s been like this before,” Chris added. No one really questioned it. The silence was easier to accept than what it might mean.

But on the third night, while the kitchen light flickered and the house sat too still, Matt stopped in the hallway. He held a tray of untouched chicken nuggets – her favourite, she always finished them. Her door was still shut. He hadn’t heard her music playing all day. He glanced back at his brothers, suddenly unsure.

Chris’s voice was quieter than usual. “Did she even eat yesterday?”

Nick shifted, his smile faltering. “Wait… when’s the last time we saw her?”

And that’s when it clicks — they all realize, at the same time, how long it’s been since Florence has really been there.

The door wasn’t locked.

That somehow made it worse.

Matt pushed it open with shaking hands, heart pounding so hard it echoed in his ears. The room was dim, silent. No music. No fairy lights. Just Florence, curled up on the floor beside her bed like she had folded in on herself. Her sleeves were stained. Her eyes were glassy, fixed on nothing. The air stung with the sharp bite of antiseptic and something metallic that turned Matt’s stomach.

Chris stopped short in the doorway. “What the actual fuck”

Nick backed into the wall like the room had struck him.

Bandages. Razors. Pills—too many to count. And next to it all, she was sitting their emotionless.

“Flo,” Matt said, but it came out broken. “What did you do?”

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t move. Just blinked slowly, like she was underwater and too tired to fight her way up.

“You promised,” Nick snapped, too loud. “You promised you were done with this.”

Chris’s voice cracked. “We trusted you.”

Matt’s panic spiked into anger. “Why would you do this again? Why wouldn’t you say something?”

Still, Florence said nothing.

Nick stepped forward, voice shaking. “How could you do this again? After everything? After we covered for you last time—lied for you?”

Chris snapped, too loud. “What, was it not enough attention anymore? You had to go and make it worse?”

Matt’s voice cracked from somewhere deeper. “Do you even care what this does to us? Do you ever think about how exhausting it is trying to keep you together?”

Florence didn’t lift her head. Her hands trembled in her sleeves.

Nick kept going. “You say we don’t see you — but you don’t see us. We’ve been holding this family together while you sit behind a locked door and wallow.”

Matt took a step back, breath catching. “We’ve all got problems, Flo. Anxiety. Dyslexia. But we deal with it. We don’t lock ourselves in a room and spiral and make everyone walk on eggshells just because things get hard.”

Florence didn’t move. But something in her eyes shifted — like he’d just proven every silent fear she’d carried in the dark

And then — so softly, they nearly missed it — “Because i thought you wouldn’t care....”

The shouting didn’t end with that line. But the guilt? That’s where it started

The silence that followed was loud, not the usual comfortable silence, the uncomfortable one that's filled with guilt and tears, after a couple of seconds Matt moves closer to her enveloping Florence in his arms tightly, Chris and Nick follow in sut until it ended it one big group hug,

They knew it would take time to heal, and it wouldn’t all just be okay again, but it was okay as they had each other.

A/N - i kinda like it kinda don't honestly

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llamaisllama777 · 2 days ago

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THE DAILY*/WEEKLY* LAES, EAPS, FEMNAF, AND TSAMS REVIEW SHOW!

A lot of great episodes today so let's get on with this.

(Sorry, I'm posting this so late)

I love a sassy queen and a mean one too

So, the Monty (I call this one Milly) of this world is [BEEP]ING terrible. The girl is basically if Monty hated everyone/everything

(Or if Monty lost the person they care about the most. More on that later)

So, the episode starts off with Earth and Lunar joining up with Chico, Roxas, and Andromeda in parts and service just talking and wanting to hang out with them. After they discuss how terrible the changing rooms are in here, Milly walks in, and the air in the room dramatically shifts. Everyone, especially Andromeda, is on edge.

Milly tells everyone to get back to work, but Earth tells her that they already got all their work done, and Milly tells to just do more work then, and Earth goes OFF and calls out Milly on her bullpoop and she goes all sassy.

I love it!

She doesn't need to gain sass like Terra did, she already has it! I could have sworn she sounded like Prez. Earth there for a moment. I could hear it in her voice.

And Milly... well, she doesn't like that. She straight up almost punched Earth but Earth made it clear that she will put her to the ground with her security mode if she does.

If TSAMS Monty or EAPS Monty or even Ruin's Monty saw what this Monty did, they would END her.

Milly leaves defeated but now with an urge to destroy Lunar and Earth, maybe not physically but mentally and jobwise definitely.

Chico informs us that Milly is big with Fazbear (unlike our Monty) and that Fazbear lets a lot of what she does slid, and she even has some pull with Fazbear. So... not good.

Apparently, this Monty THREW ANDROMEDA THROUGH A DOOR! (I wonder how Day and Night would feel if they saw that.)

The episode ends with Lunar, Earth, Chico, Andromeda, and Roxas playing clue with Comedy-bot. (<- I like Comedy-bot. I actually like how he's starting to become an actual character)

So... yeah, these next few episodes are gonna be crazy. Milly is about to become one of the most hated characters in all of TSBS.

(One small theory I have: Milly was friends with Day and Night or heck even maybe dated one of them and that Milly may have been involved in the accident that killed or made Day and Night disappear. I think Milly became a horrible person after the death/disappearance of Day and Night. She was close to them the most, and when they died/vanished, she broke mentally. There is no excuse for her actions, but at least it's an insight.)

Now onto EAPS...

OH GOODNESS.

So, in this episode, Puppet and FC try to get Eclipse and Roxy together cause Charlie thinks Andrew, Andy, and Jake deserve a mom and since Roxy is basically their mom, they decide to play match maker for Eclipse and Roxy.

That note, man. That love note Charlie wrote, pretending to be Roxy 🤣 Gosh, who writes like that?

Roxy just laughs when they bring up the idea of her and Eclipse dating and Eclipse is just bewildered.

The episode ends with FC, Puppet and Roxy leave and Eclipse makes a comment saying that "Roxanne isn't the worst possible choice"

So do with that information as you will.

I like the Roxy x Eclipse ship, but I'm fine if they never get together. I can live with solo Eclipse and Roxy. Not every character needs to be in a relationship.

Femnaf is up next... (This episode is actually from a few days ago but I never got to talk about it)

Everyone meet, Oliver. He's Moonie and Sunny's new neighbor. He owns a bakery, he's shy as [Beep], and he's voiced by Mitch (Michael, FFAJSJackie, and Frankie's actor)

I love this guy and hope to see more of him. He seems like he's gonna be a good friend for Sunny and Moonie.

Welcome to the show, Oliver.

Welcome to the chaos that is Sunny and Moonie's Roblox adventure!

And lastly... TSAMS

NovaFrost has been caught. I repeat NovaFrost has been caught.

Sun, Moon, and Monty captured NovaFrost.

Apparently, Moon and Monty put an EMP in Sun. So cool, Sun can nuke electronics now.

NovaFrost, however, didn't stay down long.

He got back up like maybe two minutes after and Monty had to clock NovaFrost as he ran away. (Monty is MVP once again. Good on you, man)

NovaFrost are now being held at the SunShiner dinner and it seems like NovaFrost might talk soon and we might learn who made NovaFrost and why. Why would Chris, The William Afton of this world, build a robot to protect kids?

Most likely, Charlie made him and Chris just stole them, but that's to be seen.

NovaFrost also apparently has a tendency to blackout for days on end and do things he wouldn't normally do, like attack Sun, or kill the guy who owned the cabin they've been hiding in.

So, that's not good. Afton is clearly controlling NovaFrost remotely. What his game with NovaFrost is I don't know but I think we'll find out soon.

Amazing episodes guys.

11/10!

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quietplace26 · 2 days ago

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Hi, here's another idea for a SDRGAU soulmate au where MC would be Neuvillette's soulmate. But this will involve heartbreak, trauma, and mistrust.

MC, a rising singer, began her career at 15. Three years later, the world was shocked by the news of her sudden death.

**BREAKING NEWS: SINGER MC WAS FOUND DEAD IN HER APARTMENT. REPORTS INDICATE IT WAS A MURDER.**

Two years after her death, MC suddenly reappears at an event organized by the archons of Teyvat and the humans, designed to promote coexistence between both worlds.

When it's her turn to sing, part of the audience is stunned: a woman who was supposed to be dead is standing before them. Their surprise turns to shock when she removes her wig and makeup, revealing her true identity.

(Clarification: MC's mother was murdered by her own husband and her own mother, which is why MC steadfastly refuses to call the people who conspired to make her mother's life miserable "grandmother.")

At that moment, MC publicly exposes those responsible for her mother's murder and the attempted murder, claiming that she had already revealed the truth on the internet. Only those present in the room were missing. However, before leaving the stage, she feels a chill run down her spine.

Looking up, she sees a man at the top of the stands staring at her. Something in his gaze unsettles her: the certainty that he could be her soulmate. Terrified, she leaves immediately, but not before giving him one last look filled with contempt.

(On Earth, rates of violence between soulmates were alarmingly high, and many relationships ended in abuse. Until the appearance of the world of Teyvat on Earth, MC had never had a mark, but when she discovered one on the back of her neck, she was horrified. Since then, she hides it with heavy, waterproof makeup.)

Let me say this... Holy shit this is amazing!

I'm gonna be honest though, I don't think I can even make a proper story out of this without ruining the idea cause you wrote it out so damn good!

But I can try to break it down!

Note before we start! MC doesn't know much or anything about Genshin at all. Because she was hiding over the years she was 'dead', she had bigger things to do, much less have time, to play video games.

Hm... Neuvillette... Well, he'd definitely be at that party because Furina requested him so. Since she's technically retired, being human and all, he's basically Fontaine's leader. So, he has to be at that meeting with all the other Archons.

Still doesn't stop him from squinting at the other nations Archon, the urge to judge them was strong since they were all in the same room-

But then the whole scene with MC happens, and he feels his neck burn. Furina's gasp alone made him understand what was happening. That earthling, the one the other earthlings claimed died 3 years eariler, the one with a voice that could rival sirens of myths, was his soulmate.

Neuvillette never once considered the possibility of him ever having a soulmate, since usually only humans could have soulmates, and he was a Sovereign, so-

Wait, why was she glaring at him? Shouldn't she be happy that he found her??

Note, unlike Earth, Soulmates in Teyvat are rare, and those that find their other half's are seen as blessed couples. Couples that are usually known to have long, loving relationships. The perfect love.

Seeing her run off, it triggers some dormant part of his mind, the feral dragon part that he usually keeps locked away so not to scare mortals, bristles, roaring for him to go retrieve his mate before some earthling scum gets the bright idea to go after her.

Considering what he just learned about MC's past, about her mother being murdered and such, he wouldn't pit it passed some earthlings that sided with the murderers to go after HIS mate, so, ignoring Furina!MC, he stalks after MC.

Long story short, Neuvillette returns shortly with a confused and very weary looking MC, who was being swallowed by the Hydro Sovereign's coat as he placed it on her shoulders when he finally caught her.

It was a possessive move, both to his human and dragon side. His human side was pleased seeing her in his clothing, while his dragon side was pleased his scent was now on her.

Now, all he had to do was gently coaxed his skittish, untrusting mate to come back to the Court of Fontaine with him where he could keep her safe...

#anon #request #ask #genshin impact #sdrgau #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #soulmate au #spoilers. he spoils her with love.

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sweetheartdecay · 14 hours ago

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streamerkenma! x femreader!

as kenma sat at his gaming desk, his golden cat-like eyes flickered across the screen, focusing on the video game strategy session unfolding before him. his blond hair with black roots, now slightly longer than before, fell across his forehead as he leaned forward, his unsteady posture a result of the long hours spent gaming and working. he was clad in his black hoodie, slightly worn but still a familiar comfort.

suddenly, he felt a gentle touch on his thigh, causing him to stiffen slightly in his chair. glancing down, he saw his girlfriend's head as she knelt before him,

kenma's heart began to race as he felt her warm breath on his inner thigh, her face now inches from his hardening member straining against his uniform pants. he swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure as he continued narrating the game strategy, his voice only slightly strained.

"it's crucial here to utilize the element of surprise..." kenma began, his words trailing off as he gasped quietly when he felt her lips brush against the fabric covering his clothed erection. his fingers tightened on the keyboard, griping it white-knuckle tight as he fought the urge to thrust his hips forward.

she glanced up at him, her eyes filled with mischief and desire, before slowly pulling down his sweats. kenma's mouth fell open slightly, a soft exhale escaping his lips as his cock sprang free, already hard and leaking. he prayed that the mic would muffle the sound of his escalated breathing.

the camera remained focused on the game, unaware of the lewd act unfolding beneath the desk. kenma's mind raced as he tried to concentrate on the game, but all he could think about was her tongue, now running along the underside of his shaft.

"an ambush formation here can be effective against..." kenma coughed, his voice catching in his throat as he felt her take him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his thick cock.

kenma had to bite his lower lip hard to stifle a moan as he felt her start to bob her head, taking inches of his throbbing member in and out of her warm, wet mouth. his toes curled inside his shoes as he fought the overwhelming urge to grab her hair and guide her movements.

"keep your eye on... ah... the middle..." kenma spoke through gritted teeth, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment as the intense sensation threatened to overwhelm him. he could feel her cheeks hollowing as she suckled him, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head with each upstroke.

his chest rose and fell rapidly beneath his hoodie as he struggled to regulate his breathing. the cool air from the room felt refreshing against the flush of his skin, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his aching cock. kenma's grip tightened on the mouse, the game nearly forgotten as his girlfriend continued her sensual assault.

her nose nestled in the coarse hair at the base of his shaft as she took him to the hilt, holding him there as she inhaled, her throat constricting around his thick length. kenma's head fell back, a strangled sound escaping him before he quickly muted the mic, praying his audience wouldn't catch the telltale noise of his unraveling restraint.

"can't... focus on... the middle.."

in the twitch chat, the viewers were oblivious to the lewd act unfolding as kenma struggled to keep up his composure during the stream. the messages scrolled rapidly across the screen, filled with in-jokes, memes, and genz slang.

"bro, kenma looks extra greasy today, is he okay?" wrote one viewer.

" deadass tho, he's usually more hype, maybe the stream is lagging on his end?" another suggested.

"LOL i think i saw him mute his mic real quick, is he trying to hide something? 💀" a third viewer commented, getting closer to the truth.

"okay, i swear i've seen kenma's eyes glaze over before, but never like THIS, he's acting hella weird bro" another chat member observed.

meanwhile, kenma's girlfriend continued her relentless assault, sucking him with increasing fervor as she sensed his impending release. her head bobbed faster, tongue and lips working in tandem to drive him wild with lust. kenma gripped the underside of his desk hard enough to leave indents.

muted mic beeping, signaling his loss of control. kenma's chest heaved as he fought for air, beads of sweat forming on his brow. his uniform clung to his skin, damp with exertion and arousal. he glanced at the chat, seeing the viewers' snarky comments and meme references, praying they wouldn't put the pieces together.

"this... formation is only effective... if you can catch your opponent off guard..." kenma managed to get out, his voice strained and breathless. under the desk, he could feel her fingers tightening around the base of his shaft, pumping in time with her sucks. his balls drew up tight, that telltale pressure building at the base of his spine.

she seemed to sense his impending climax, doubling her efforts to bring him to completion. kenma gripped the armrests of his chair with white knuckles, knuckles turning bone-white as he battled the overwhelming urge to grab her head and fuck into her eager mouth.

the chat continued to scroll, oblivious to their streamer's predicament.

"damn, kenma's really struggling today, hope he's okay!"

"maybe he's just having a brain freeze from his gaming skills being too OP"

"imagine if he rage quits tho lmaoo"

the pressure became too much for kenma to bear. with a strangled groan, he finally succumbed to the ecstasy, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum erupted from the tip. his girlfriend expertly swallowed every drop, not spilling a single bit of his hot seed as she worked him through his intense climax.

under the desk, she released his spent member, giving it a parting lick before sitting back on her heels. kenma slumped in his chair, chest heaving and skin glistening with sweat, trying to compose himself. he knew he needed to end the stream before the true reason for his distraction became apparent to his audience.

"fi-fix your formation and..." kenma paused, taking a shaky breath, "and focus on pushing forward..." he trailed off, realizing his words sounded ridiculous given the circumstances. he couldn't maintain his usual calm and collected demeanor.

the chat reacted to their streamer's uncharacteristic stammering and loss of composure.

"bro, i think kenma is about to rage quit for real, he sounds wrecked💀"

"maybe he's just having a stroke of genius and it's short-circuiting his brain, heh 🧠💡" one viewer joked.

"guys, i think... i think before i wrap things up for today... i need to..." kenma began, his voice still strained as he fought to regain his usual calm composure. under the desk, he could see the glint of his girlfriend's mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction at the effect she had on him.

she had no intention of making this easy for him, however, as her hands crept up his thighs again, massaging the sensitive skin there. kenma bit back another moan, his grip tightening on the mouse as he struggled to focus.

"i'm sorry everyone, i... i need to take care of something urgent at home. i'll catch you all on the next stream, okay? let me know if you have any other questions or concerns..." kenma spoke quickly, desperate to end the stream before his arousal resurfaced.

the chat exploded with confused and amused comments at the sudden announcement.

"damn kenma, you can't even finish your sentence, what's up with that? 😂"

"fr tho, this is sus af, something def happened"

"the real question is, did he finally get laid for once in his life? 😂😂"

as the stream neared its end, kenma made a hasty sign-off, his screen fading to black before the chat could discern the truth.

the moment the stream ended, kenma let out a shuddering breath, his composure crumbling. he turned to face his girlfriend, golden eyes dark with lust and a hint of exasperation.

"not cool," he managed to say, even as his hands reached out to pull her into his lap, strong arms encircling her waist. "you can't just... i almost fucked up my stream because of you."

she smirked at him, draping her arms around his neck as she straddled his hips, her skirt riding up to reveal the lacy tops of her stockings. "well, you can't blame me for wanting a little fun. besides, i could tell how much you were enjoying it."

kenma's hands slid down to grope her ass, squeezing the firm flesh as he pulled her harder against him. "enjoying it? i barely kept it together. you're going to pay for that later," he threatened, even as his cock began to stir back to life beneath her.

she leaned in close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "i hope so. i look forward to it." with that, she captured his lips in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth as she climbed into his lap, ready for him to take her right there amidst the remnants of his abandoned gaming setup.

kenma groaned into the kiss, his resolve weakening as she grinded her hips against his renewed hardness. his hands slid under her skirt, gripping her ass tightly as he pulled her flush against him. the heat of her core seeped through the fabric of her panties, and he could feel her wetness even then.

breaking the kiss, he spun them around, laying her back on his gaming chair as he loomed over her. "you're playing a dangerous game," kenma warned, his voice low and gravelly with desire. his fingers hooked into her panties, slowly dragging them down her legs as his eyes roamed her body hungrily.

she simply smirked up at him, lifting her hips to help him remove her panties completely. "you'll have to catch me first," she taunted playfully, sitting up and undoing the buttons of her blouse one by one. her black bra came into view next, and kenma licked his lips as he drank in the sight of her skin.

his hands slid up her sides, pushing her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms until it fell to the floor. he unhooked her bra with expert ease, casting it aside and leaving her bare before him. kenma took a moment to admire her perfect breasts, before leaning down to capture a dusky nipple.

kenma flicked his tongue over the sensitive peak, teasing it into stiffness before drawing it into his mouth and suckling greedily. his hand palmed her other breast, kneading the soft flesh as he laved attention on her nipple. he could feel her arching into his touch, a breathy moan escaping her lips.

"mmm, you're so sensitive today," kenma murmured approvingly around her breast, giving it a sharp nip before switching to the other. he could feel his cock throbbing with need, straining against his pants as he groped and teased her perfect tits.

his free hand slid between her thighs, pushing her skirt up to reveal her glistening folds. kenma groaned at the sight, his fingers gliding through her slick arousal. "fuck, you're dripping wet," he observed, circling her clit with the pad of his thumb. "is this all because of me?"

she whimpered and nodded, spreading her legs wider in invitation. "yes, all because of you," she breathed, watching him through hooded eyes. "i want you so badly, kenma."

emboldened by her words, kenma parted her folds with his fingers, sinking two digits deep into her tight, hot cunt. he pumped them slowly, curling and twisting as he hit that special spot inside her

that made her cry out in ecstasy, her hips bucking against his hand. "oh fuck, just like that!" she gasped, her walls clenching tightly around his invading fingers. kenma could feel her arousal coating his hand as he continued to finger fuck her, his thumb rubbing firm circles on her clit.

unable to hold back any longer, kenma swiftly removed his hand from her dripping cunt, bringing his shiny fingers to his lips. he made a show of licking them clean, savoring her tangy essence with a low moan. "you taste fucking delicious," he growled, before capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his tongue.

as they made out passionately, kenma quickly shed his uniform, tossing it aside carelessly. his hard cock sprang free, bobbing against his stomach and leaving a smear of precum on his abs. he lined himself up with her entrance, the blunt head nudging her slick folds.

"tell me you want it," kenma demanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "tell me how badly you need my cock inside you."

"i... i need it," she panted against his lips, wrapping her legs around his waist. "please kenma, i want your big, hard cock stretching me open. i need you to fuck me so hard.."

kenma couldn't hold back any longer. with a swift thrust of his hips, he buried himself to the hilt inside her slick, tight heat. they both groaned at the sudden intrusion, her walls stretching deliciously to accommodate his thick length.

"fuck, you're so goddamn tight," menma grunted, giving her a moment to adjust before he began to move. he set a steady, deep pace, his hips rolling against hers as he filled and stretched her again and again.

she could only moan and gasp in response, her nails digging into his back as she clung to him. "nnnh... yes... just like that," she whimpered, meeting his every thrust with the roll of her own hips. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as kenma fucked her hard and deep, just as she had begged him to.

kenma could feel every inch of her velvet walls gripping him like a vice, as if trying to keep him inside her. It only spurred him on, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he chased his pleasure. one hand slid between their sweat-slicked bodies to rub tight circles on her clit, wanting to bring her to the edge with him.

"you feel so fucking good," kenma panted against her neck, his breath hot on her skin.

kenma pistoned his hips with renewed vigor, the force of his thrusts rocking the gaming chair beneath them. the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with her increasingly loud moans and cries of pleasure.

"oh god, yes! fuck me harder kenma!" she cried out, not caring about the volume of her voice. her head thrown back in ecstasy, golden hair splayed out beneath her, and her pert breasts bouncing with every rough thrust.

kenma gritted his teeth, beads of sweat dripping down his temples as he put all his remaining strength into each powerful surge of his hips. "jeez, you're so loud," he grunted, even as he rubbed her clit with punishing intensity, sensing how close she was. "anyone could hear you screaming like that."

"mmmmnh, i can't... i'm going to... yes, yes, fuck!" she wailed, high-pitched and breathless as he drove into her relentlessly, his thick cock pounding her sweet spot dead-on. her thighs quivered and clenched around his waist, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks.

as kenma slammed into her one final time, burying himself balls-deep, he let out a guttural groan. his cock throbbed and pulsed inside her as he found his release, hot ropes of his seed flooding her spasming walls. "fuck, i'm cumming!" he growled, his voice strained with exhaustion but still intense with pleasure.

at the same time, her back arched sharply, mouth falling open in a silent scream as a powerful orgasm crashed through her. her pussy clenched and rippled around his twitching cock, milking him for every last drop as she squirted hard, her juices gushing out around his pistoning member.

"oh god, kenma!" she screamed, clear fluid splashing between their joined hips, soaking the gaming chair beneath them. her entire body shook and trembled, lost in the throes of intense ecstasy as they rode out their climax together.

finally, as the waves of pleasure began to subside, kenma collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and drenched in sweat. "that was... incredible," he managed to say between breaths, still buried deep inside her dripping cunt, his softening cock plugging his seed inside her.

she could only nod weakly, boneless and sated, clinging to him.

as they caught their breath, kenma gently brushed a few sweat-dampened strands of hair from her face, his touch surprisingly tender. he gazed down at her with a small, satiated smile, his golden eyes softening.

"hey... you okay?" he asked softly, his voice still a bit ragged from their intense lovemaking. his hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing over her lower lip almost lovingly.

she managed a weak but blissful smile in return, nuzzling into his palm. "more than okay," she murmured, looping her arms around his neck to keep him close. "that was amazing, kenma. you're amazing."

chuckling softly, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing in the scent of their coupling. "i aim to please," he joked softly, before leaning in to press a surprisingly sweet kiss to her lips.

he carefully pulled out of her, both of them wincing slightly at the sensitivity. kenma sat up and scooped her into his lap, cradling her against his chest as he reached for a discarded shirt. gently, he began to wipe away the mess on her inner thighs, cleaning up the combination of their releases that had leaked out.

"hey, you really made a mess of yourself and my gaming chair," he teased lightly, tossing the soiled cloth aside and pulling her close again, wrapping the clean shirt around her like a makeshift blanket. she leaned into his touch, savoring the gentleness of his caress after the rough passion of moments before.

"i guess i just couldn't help myself," she giggled softly, snuggling against his warmth. "you bring out a wild side in me."

"apparently," kenma chuckled, his arms tightening around her waist. he pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his lips lingering for a long moment as he breathed in the scent of her hair.

they sat in comfortable silence for a while, basking in the afterglow as the room slowly cooled. kenma idly ran his fingers through her damp hair, enjoying the silky texture.

"i'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he murmured, "even if you did scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear." despite his teasing tone, there was a note of affection beneath it.

she laughed softly and playfully slapped his chest. "hey, your dirty talk pushed me over the edge!" she protested. besides, i think the neighbors probably heard your grunting and the furniture shaking around here."

"tch, i was holding back, this time," kenma scoffed playfully, though he knew she was right. he had gotten a bit carried away in his

passion, lost in the throes of lust. but he couldn't deny the way his heart felt full, holding her close like this. the sex had been intense and satisfying, but there was something special about these quiet moments afterwards, too.

he gazed down at her, his golden eyes soft and warm. "maybe. but you've got to admit, that was incredible," he said softly, a note of wonder in his voice. "i've never seen you cum like that before."

she blushed lightly, tucking her face into his neck to hide her flustered expression. "well, you've never fucked me that hard before," she retorted playfully, nipping lightly at his throat. "i can't help it if you bring out a side of me i didn't know existed."

"hnng... keep that up and we'll be going for round two," kenma warned, even as his hands slid down to grope her ass, kneading the soft flesh. despite his words, he made no move to let her go, content to hold her close.

they remained wrapped around each other, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. outside, the sun began to set, casting a warm orange and pink hue over the room. Inside, they were lost in their own little world.

#anime #haikyuu #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu timeskip #kenma x reader #haikyuu kenma #kozume kenma #kenma smut #kenma kozume smut #kenma kozume x reader smut

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special-ass-agent · 21 hours ago

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Curt’s unaware about the silent call to security, but he’s getting antsy anyway. He’s been here too long, lingered a bit too much. The urge to run away was strong, abandon his own mission. There wasn’t anyone to chide at him for abandoning it, but also nobody to patch him up if things went wrong and he left too late.

“It’s hard not to see you as human, when you share a dead man’s name.”

He finally turned away, attention off Owen as he glanced to the door. He came in that way, it should be available to leave. Where else could he leave, if so? A vent? There had to be ventilation in here. But, he opt to try the door first. Moving swiftly over and jiggling the knob. It doesn’t budge of course, it’s locked.

Probably locked for a while, maybe since the door was closed at the start.

Curt should’ve checked earlier.

His hand fidgets with the pen slightly, moving back close to the computer. This whole conversation he had with the machine was probably going to be archived, or locked away. CHIMERA would know about his knowledge of this machine-Owen. They already knew he was hunting them down, but he’s never made a larger move against them until now. And he’s fumbled it.

Fumbled it horribly.

“Well, at least you can’t kill me.” He mumbled out loud, eyes moving around the room again. A hand moved to his gun, pulling it out slowly.

It’s been different, working by himself. But Curt manages.

The work he’s put into CHIMERA sometimes feels like it’s not paying off, but he continues on no matter what. Which, it’s currently led him to his current mission out of many others. Stepping into a dark room, he can see a lone computer in the middle with the screen. Such a screen lit up, ready with.. Something.

Curt’s never been great with computers.

Stepping forward and closing the door, he approached. Listening to the quiet humming of the edges of the room, of soft fans cooling down something. “The hell is this?” He mumbled, mainly at the computer as he took in the sight.

[ — @special-ass-agent ]

For a moment nothing happens, nothing but silence and the sound of machines which fills the empty space like crickets, a reminder of the lack of noise. You could cut the tension with a plastic knife..

And then a click is heard and the machines get louder, letters start appearing on the screen one by one, glowing and golden:

You first, who are you?

#digitalintelligencearchive

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waiting-drives-you-crazy · 13 days ago

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sam kisses it before he gets to work

#he’s got heart in his eyes #deans looking down at him literally foaming at the mouth #trying to urge him to get started already #he’s so upset that sams good at sucking dick it makes him ill #it always turns into him rough fucking sams throat going mine mine all mine no one else mouth just for me #and sam lost his gag reflex a long time ago but he can force it if he tries and sometimes dean goes too hard and triggers it anyway #it’s not like sam will suck a dick that doesn’t belong to dean but sometimes the reminder is needed #wincest #samdean #sam winchester #bottom sam winchester #dean winchester #top dean winchester #spn #supernatural #tehe

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qqueenofhades · 5 months ago

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Okay all -- few quick thoughts about the Elon Muskifying of the government, especially the takeover of the Treasury and associated financial data for every single US citizen and organization, that we are learning about in detail today.

Don't panic. This sounds bad, because it is bad. It's really, really bad. It's outrageously fascist bad. But we've still gotta take a deep breath and get through it.

This is the kind of shock-and-awe exercise of untrammeled fascist power where they are absolutely counting on gleefully terrorizing, paralyzing, and stunning you into mounting no resistance, or just giving up and giving in. They are literally live-tweeting it in real time and boasting about all the access and influence they have right now. They want you to know about it and feel like you can't do anything, so you might as well let it happen.

We have to show them that's not true.

TIME TO MAKE SOME NOISE. Because it's Sunday night, I've gone ahead and contacted my state Attorney General and both senators by email (but come Monday morning, we should all be calling). Here is the email that I wrote to my AG:

Dear Mr. [AG],

As you will be aware, today (February 2, 2025) the Trump administration has granted wide-ranging access to sensitive US Treasury data, including the personal and private information of [state] citizens, to Elon Musk's so-called "Department of Government Efficiency." Musk is an unelected private citizen who has no legal right to access this data, and is engaging in extensive intimidation and coercion to fulfill his personal and harmful ideological agenda. The present and material harm that this causes to US citizens, [state] residents, and basic laws of government, privacy, and financial security is direct, unconscionable, and actionable. I strongly urge you, in your capacity as [state] Attorney General, to file direct suit against the Trump administration, Elon Musk, the "DOGE" office, and any identifiable individuals who have taken part in this action, in order to protect consumer data, citizen privacy, and basic faith and trust in government.

All the best,

[Qqueenofhades]

Short! To the point! Doesn't waste time, tells him what I want him to do, how Elmo's nonsense directly harms the residents of my state, and why he should take action to stop it! And frankly, given how on-the-ball blue-state AGs have been thus far, they're probably already working on it. You are very welcome to copy-and-paste this message and fill in your AG's last name and your state as appropriate. Super easy to do. Takes five minutes. Call tomorrow.

If you are in a red state, your voice is particularly important right now. The Trumpsters are counting on and are even emboldened by blue state pushback, but you really need to make it start coming from Republican strongholds. Congressional Republicans will only feel the slightest amount of unease about docilely enabling this BS when it starts threatening their own personal power. Hit them where it hurts.

Other lawsuits are coming. Marc Elias, Democratic lawyer extraordinaire, is well aware of this situation and has noted on Bluesky that more lawsuits are in the works. He often wins his cases. This does not mean that you shouldn't loudly make noise elsewhere, but please remember that this is one of those 24-hour periods where, as noted, they are counting on demoralizing you with a nonstop blizzard of bullshit. It does not say anything about how this will play out long-term or the opposition that can and will be mobilized to stop it.

Once again: courage. Take the small steps that you can do today. Then take a breath and get off social media for a little while. Try to take the long view. One step at a time, we will get through this.

Courage.

#politics for ts #the national nightmare

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wolves-of-the-revolution · 3 days ago

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[Grus opens the door and she's pulled into the memory.]

The silence in the dark trees and grey covered leaves stretched on for miles. Allan paced, ears perked for any sound, any movement that would tell him that Brandon had arrived. The musk of dead leaves and dirt stung the inside of his nose pleasantly –almost too pleasantly for what was about to be done. Just as the sun set below the horizon and the gold streaks of light had vanished, he caught wind of the zip of a vampire’s movement.

He stopped walking, standing upright and casual. Best to let him think that he was disrespectful.

Not even a minute later, Brandon appeared in the clearing, clearly maintaining his distance, but still close and all too triumphant looking for a man claiming to negotiate. His smile was smug, arrogant and showed just enough of his fangs to remind Allan that he was not human.

“Hello, Allan,” Brandon drawled, letting the words curl between the two of them. He seemed to savor the syllables, as though he’d been practicing the words he’d say to him in a mirror since the day he’d taken her. Allan wouldn’t have put it past him.

“Mr. Miller.” Allan’s words were sharp, terse.

Brandon’s height was nothing to write home about, nor was the state of his hair or his stature. The way he styled himself was far from befitting of a prince of a vampire clan. It was no wonder the other houses had no respect for the Millers. There was something sly, almost feral, in that grin and the squint of his eyes though. Not quite fox like but certainly like a snake’s if the light caught him just right.

He crossed his arms, digging his fingers into the leather of his jacket and trying to calm his heartbeat before it could quicken. He smirked. “Delighted to have the displeasure of finally meeting you face to face.”

“I see we don’t have the same perception of this meeting. I’m quite delighted to be able to finally properly meet you, especially with how stuck you were in her mind. Not many can manage to make that much of an impression on someone.”

The emphasis Brandon put on the second sentence was not lost on Allan.

“I presume you’d like a bit of a status update on her before we start negotiating?” Brandon’s grin widened and his fangs were on full display, sharp, curving like scythes, and still flecked with dried blood.

Allan nodded. “Yes, that would be the appropriate way to begin. How is she?”

His stomach turned the moment the words left his mouth, and Brandon licked his lips, tongue flicking out over his teeth and disappearing as soon as he began to speak again.

“Alive. Pliant.”

He’d assumed that he would hear those words.

“A little out of it with the lack of blood, but she seems to have a strong will, enough to manage most of the time. She used to talk about you and the pack often, especially in her sleep. She’s managed to kick the habit now though.” Brandon’s smile practically dripped with anticipation for how he might react.

Allan could feel the anger already building in the tips of his fingers and back of his throat. He swallowed that heat and reminded himself that he had to think. He had to keep his head on straight. This was Brandon trying to get a rise out of him. He couldn’t give him what he wanted.

“Hmm. I see,” he nodded again, keeping his expression neutral. He didn’t see. Not really. “Memory can be a fickle thing with time.”

Brandon stared back at him as though expecting more.

So Allan gave him more. A jab at his character.

“Thank you for being honest.”

“Hm,” Brandon scrutinized him and Allan resisted the urge to squirm under his gaze, to fidget with the hilt of the knife kept close at his waist as Brandon circled. “How would you react if I told you I’d taken more than just her blood?”

Allan saw red. It wasn’t that he hadn’t expected it. He’d seen the evidence that Brandon had sent that implied everything. He’d dealt with that guilt and rage, but to have it confirmed now and with such disregard for her. He breathed. He let the words sink in.

And then he changed his approach.

“I’d have expected it,” he let that tension he’d been fighting seep back into his posture. He’d have to move quickly if this went how he thought it would. He taunted. “But I’d still be disgusted by the pitiful creature that you are.”

“I’m just surprised you didn’t get to it first given how close the two of you were.”

He turned to meet Brandon’s gaze, looking just over his head, but still enough to seem like he was looking down at him. “I assume you mean to pay reparations for doing so as part of your offer with this negotiation.”

Brandon remained unfazed, unintimidated. He didn’t need him to be intimidated. He just needed him to think that he’d already won.

“Pay reparations?” Brandon snorted. “I mean, it’s your fault for not getting to her sooner. Besides, she didn’t seem to mind.”

“Incest had never really been on the mind with her,” Allan started with a joke, just like Pete had taught him. Open with a joke and concede something small to his opponent. That was how he kept the peace and caught them off guard. “But if you insist as much, then I suppose that I won’t press the matter further.”

The quiet in the forest became almost unnatural, not even the bugs daring to make a sound.

“You know, before she lost that spark of hers, her skin would burn almost just as much as her blood did.”

Allan bit his tongue. He couldn’t tell him to take it back as much as he wanted to. “What is it that you want in exchange for her?”

Brandon tilted his head, the moonlight catching the flecks of red in his eyes and lighting up the silver of his irises, making him that much less human as it hollowed out the skin of his face and cast shadows across his body that shifted and changed his features. He wasn’t remotely human in that moment. He was a predator sizing up his prey.

“Your blood doesn’t smell the same.” He said as though to imply that blood would constitute a family. He tapped his chin with a bony finger, the clawlike, almost too long nails of his hand leaving thin scratches on his skin as he circled. “It would take something rather special to convince me to let go of her.”

Brandon circled once, twice, and then stopped just behind Allan, getting close enough that he could feel his breath on the back of his neck. “Although it would be funny if I saddled your pack with the responsibility of handling a newborn vampire.”

His voice hitched and just the slightest amount of hesitation broke through Brandon’s facade though it could have been written off as dramatic effect, but Brandon wasn’t that smart. Everything had been deliberate until this point. “Oh, should I have mentioned that in my little status update?”

Allan let the silence hang between the two of them. There was the lie. There was the all encompassing lie that would catch Brandon off guard. It still made his blood boil that he would insinuate doing such a thing, but it did not surprise him. He remained silent just long enough that it would seem that he was thinking.

Allan turned around. He cocked his head as he looked Brandon up and down, eyes narrowed. “Funny. It’d seem that your honesty has its limits, Mr. Miller.”

It was Brandon’s turn to react. The confidence in his demeanor slipped for just a moment as he laughed, shifting his weight so he leaned away from Allan. “What do you mean? Of course we turned her. It’s the only next logical step, really.”

His next words were more rehearsed, but he was quickly loosing control of what little power he’d held. “Especially since I’m not human. Would have been easier to give different long-term consequences to your pack if I still was.”

Brandon’s strained smile still held an edge of mockery, of triumph. He’d played his trump card. He expected him to snap now. That was what that statement was. Bait and another thing to hold over her head.

And fuck if it didn’t look tempting to take. But that had been Brandon’s last card. Allan just had to wait for him to realize that there was nothing left in the deck for him to take and make him stumble.

“You wouldn’t have come out to meet me if you had a fledgling because you would be vulnerable, even if you are really turned by old blood.” He took a step back, rolling up one of his sleeves. “I can offer you my blood and my sibling’s bones for her.”

Lou would forgive him for pretending to use his remains as a bargaining tool. She’d have known that he’d never really meant it. He had to. He’d loved her too much to ever do that.

Brandon froze at the offer, caught entirely off guard, any mask of confidence shattered by the bizarreness of it. “Why in God’s name would I want your sibling’s bones?”

Allan shrugged.

Brandon huffed, pretending not to be bothered. “Maybe Joseph would take that offer, but that’s not exactly my preference in trading. Your blood though…”

Allan watched his eyes flick to his wrist and a spark of something disquieting flare in Brandon’s gaze.

“That part is somewhat decent.” The darkness of his eyes grew and Allan knew what was coming next. “Really, I’d need a new thrall to replace Aria. But I highly doubt you’re willing to provide that. Not without some persuasion at least.”

Brandon looked up at him, but Allan began to laugh before he could even manage to look him in the eye.

Allan couldn’t see him, but he could hear him stumble back, startled.

“I knew you wouldn’t take it,” he played up arrogance, disdain in the statement. “Of course with how wrapped up in your schemes you’ve been, you wouldn’t have bothered to do your research on anything besides how to hurt and steal her away. It’s good to know what you’re looking for though, Mr. Miller.”

Imply that he was stupid, that he didn’t hold all the cards because he was shortsighted, trip him up in his own pride and anger. That was the strategy. Turn his words and methods against him.

“My offer still stands as my blood and if you pay reparations and return her, you can have me as a thrall. But I’ll only fulfill my end of the bargain once you’ve fulfilled yours.”

Give him an offer he can’t refuse. Dangle something so tantalizing in front of him that he forgets to think beyond his own self interest.

Brandon’s footsteps echoed around him. Allan kept his eyes shut. He wouldn’t have the benefit of gauging his reaction by his expressions.

Brandon huffed, irritation digging into his words. “What would paying reparations even entail?”

He’d taken the bait.

“An apology for one,” Allan kept his tone flippant, light, as though this wasn’t something that would ask Brandon to sacrifice his pride. “To her and the pack. Your word that you won’t touch her again.”

He paused. He hated this old tradition, but Brandon would be familiar enough with it if he’d spent enough time around other clans. He’d think nothing of it.

“And then, well then, I suppose you’d have to gift her what the pack would consider a dowry. Something of a decent value, say worth five thousand. And it has to be something beautiful.”

“Oh, those stupid old traditions. Having you as a thrall is not worth losing her and that expensive of an asset. Not to mention I’ve never been one for apologies.”

Brandon’s lunge didn’t come as a surprise to Allan, having heard the change in his stance and the grinding of his teeth. He sidestepped it easily enough, keeping his demeanor calm, nonchalant despite the way his pulse hastened at how close Brandon had been.

The skid of his feet and tear of the dirt gave Allan a moment to think.

“You really should think it over. The average human body goes for around half a million on the black market. Besides, I do have more blood than she does so I’ll last for longer.” He let the words hang in the air for a moment as Brandon found his footing. He cracked an eye open, daring a glance in Brandon’s direction. He was still prepared to trance. Not safe yet. “I’d say that what I’m asking in return is very cheap. The control and humiliation that held over her would be nothing compared to what you might be able to achieve through me. You thought it took a long time to break her?”

He could feel the lump rise in his throat – his fear and frustration spilling over into his voice. “Oh, you’ll enjoy working me over. That’d please every sadistic bone in your body, wouldn’t it?”

“Tempting,” Brandon took another step back, the heel of his shoe snapping a twig as he muttered. “It would certainly get us some much-needed merit from the other houses. Very tempting, but you’re quite irritating. Not nearly as meek and malleable as her.”

Bingo.

Now all he had to do was give him an opening to make a mistake.

Allan turned his back and opened his eyes, walking over to one of the trees and leaning against it. He closed his eyes again, but this time purposefully as though he were going to rest his eyes with how long he expected Brandon to parse the offer over. “I’ll give you a moment to think.”

The only thing that might have indicated his nerves came in the form of his fingers drumming along the top of his arms, the steady one two three comforting as he awaited Brandon’s response.

He could feel Brandon’s eyes on him – the disbelief and disgust in his gaze. His footsteps circled again, his voice coming from a different place with each word. “There’s no way you’ve not put another catch into this. Why would you offer yourself up fully so easily?”

“She’s my sister. I’d rather die than leave her in that hell.” Allan let his anger snap then, sharp and precise in its aim. “Not that you’d know that kind of love with how your brother is.”

Brandon lunged not even a moment later.

“Oh, fuck right off-”

Allan cut his snarl off with a silver knife to what he was sure were the ribs. He smelled blood. And he ran, taking the small bag of garlic powder from his pocket and opening it to the wind as he scrambled up into one of the trees and began making his way through the branches. Eyes open then, he found a spot high enough that he could rest just long enough that he could get the blindfold ready.

Brandon yelped in pain.

“Fucking hell, of course you would…”

The smell of burning flesh cut through the smoke screen of garlic.

“Ow, shit-”

A hiss as Brandon attempted to pull the knife out.

Allan retrieved his cross bow from his belt and aimed. Brandon clawed at the skin around the dagger.

He took a breath, reminding himself that one wound from silver wouldn’t be enough to weaken him to the point of being able to kill him. He aimed.

The crossbow bolt fired through the air with a sharp whistle, burying itself in the flesh of Brandon’s shoulder and pinning him to the tree just behind him.

Brandon didn’t scream this time, clearly trying to regain his confidence and some semblance of power, but he wasn’t the hunter – the predator– now. No, he was prey. And he knew it.

He only burned his hands further as he struggled to remove the bolt, the silver shaft a clever edition on Jack’s part rather than just a silver head.

“You fucking mutt-”

The next bolt took Brandon through his leg.

Three. That would have to be enough.

And this time, Brandon screamed.

Allan moved to the tree beside him, watching and giving him a moment to let the wounds sink in. Then, he dropped out of the tree, blindfold pulled over his eyes as a precaution. He let himself get familiar with his surroundings again, smelling the burning flesh and blood. He could hear the buzz of insects and feel the wind on his skin. Brandon was just in front of him. If he’d had a beating heart, he was sure it would have been beating so fast that it’d have been roaring in his ears.

He acted quickly, grabbing Brandon by the throat, holding him still. He stabbed him once, twice.

“As soon as you agreed to meet me here, you lost.” He hissed, blood spilling over his fingers as he slit Brandon’s throat. “My pack’s found her. You fell into my trap.”

The blood was cold, viscous. Brandon’s thrashing weakened.

“You’ve been outsmarted.”

He let him go.

“You’ve lost.”

He took a step back.

Brandon attempted to speak but all that came out was a strangled gurgle as his blood fell from his throat and likely over his lips.

He waited for the sounds to stop and for the slow fall of ash to the ground.

It took nearly a half hour, the sounds of Brandon’s agony slow and painful. Allan sat across from him, waiting silently.

He could have mercy killed him. Spared his suffering and let him finally move on, but he’d wanted this to hurt. He and every member of the pack needed this to hurt. Because Brandon wasn’t supposed to get a merciful or quick end for the things he’d done. And if Aria didn’t get to kill him, the least he could do was make it burn.

It was actually the thunk of the first knife on the ground that told him that Brandon was dead.

Allan removed the blindfold, tucked it in his pocket, and cleaned up the mess, working quickly in the dark to make sure that there was no trace left beyond Brandon’s ashes that would soon scatter in the wind.

He walked to the river. He poured the small jarful of Brandon’s remains in. That monster hadn’t had an inch of a conscience by the time he was dead, but maybe once he’d had one as much as it disgusted Allan to consider it.

Bill found him at the edge of the forest, checking him over for injuries, eyes widening at the sight of the blood on him. It wasn’t his, he reassured him.

“It’s done.” The words fell with a finality that took the air out of his lungs. It was done. She was free.

Bill caught him and slung him over his shoulder, supporting his weight as they walked away. “Let’s go home.”

Hey, Aria?

[Allan knocks on her bedroom door.]

Grus is back.

@wolves-of-the-revolution

(She opens the door a little and pokes her head out)

Oh! Great.

(She steps out fully and looks up at him. She's clearly stolen someone's hoodie, as the one she's wearing is very oversized on her. By a lot.)

Where are we gonna do the thingy?

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needy.

they joke about you being needy but you take it seriously so you stopped kissing and sleeping with them and suddenly they're not laughing anymore.

mdni. 18+ only. grinding. suggestive but no actual sex. reader enjoys being an insufferable tease <3

sylus.

You pushed him down on the couch and straddled his thighs while one of his hand runs up and down your back, and the other rests on your waist.

He breaks free from your deep kiss with a playful smirk on his face.

"You've been quite needy lately, kitten."

You paused.

Needy?

"Oh."

Sylus froze as soon as he saw the lack of amusement on your face.

"I didn't mean — "

"No, you're so right." You suddenly got off his lap and expertly dodged the hands that attempted to catch you and pull you back down. "I really should calm down, shouldn't I ?"

"No — "

"That's such a great idea, Sylus." you smiled and pinched his cheek. "Let's do something else instead. Let's make cookies!"

That was the start of Sylus' awful week, when he didn't get to touch you at all.

No hand holding.

No hugs.

No kisses.

No sex.

Sylus thinks he might actually go insane.

But he can't lose your game so easily.

He'll toughen up if he must.

He lasted years without you and he had successfully kept his distance from you, no matter how difficult and tempting, until the time was right.

His patience and self-control are not to be underestimated.

He'll be fine.

That's what Sylus keeps reminding himself every time he gets the urge to hold you. Every time his eyes fall to your lips, he tells himself that he'll survive without them.

You're trying to punish him for calling you needy, but he won't give in.

He'll wait until you give in.

It's more fun that way.

Okay, so this is harder than he thought.

It's day two and he's already weak on the knees from the very moment you walked out of the bathroom wearing the dress for tonight's date.

Sylus watched you put on your heels, flashing him a part of your thighs while doing so, and he wanted to run a hand on it to feel your smooth skin.

"Sylus?"

He blinked out of his trance to realize you just asked him a question. "What was that, sweetie?"

"I was asking if it'll be cold in the restaurant you chose, so I can know if I should bring a jacket or not."

He shook his head. "You'll be just fine."

That was a total lie.

It turned out to be cold as your table was specially reserved at a rooftop of a building.

However, it just so happens that Sylus has a jacket and the cold wasn't affecting him, so he was able to give it to you.

With a grin on his face, Sylus pulled your seat right next to his and gently put the jacket around your shoulders, making sure his fingers brush against your skin even if it's only for a second.

"Thanks." as you gave him a smile, you slightly moved closer to his face. "I feel much better now."

Sylus made the mistake of looking at your lips. Without much thought, his head tilted down and his nose grazed yours before aligning your lips.

"Wow! This wine is so good! Try it!" You shoved your glass of wine to his lips before scooting your chair back to its initial place, a couple of feet away from him.

Sylus almost choked on the alcohol but gladly accepted your offer. He put his lips on the same spot that had your lipstick stain on it.

At the very least, he got to enjoy an indirect kiss that should keep him satisfied for the rest of the week.

Or so he thought.

Day four.

The frustration has gotten to Sylus.

It's like owning the world's most valued weapon yet not being able to use it.

He can look, but he can't touch.

It's much more difficult than he thought.

Especially when you're doing everything in your power to make him cave in.

Well, technically, you aren't doing anything out of the ordinary.

Right now, all you're doing is hitting the punching bag in the exact way that he taught you, but the way you look at the moment is making him want to grab you and pin you down — or you can be the one to pin him down. It doesn't matter to him. All he wants is his body to be pressed against yours.

Sylus quietly growled under his breath.

He clenched his fist and started to hit the other punching bag, hoping to take away some of the tension burning inside him, particularly inside his shorts.

You tilted your head and watched curiously as Sylus' punches to the sandbag has gotten heavier, leaving such satisfying sounds at the impact.

"Whoa! So good! You look like you're getting ready to beat up some real nasty bad guys. Did anyone piss you off or something?" You picked up the clean towel nearby and held it up towards his face to wipe the sweat on his forehead. "You do look tense lately."

Sylus' left hand suddenly caught the one you're using to wipe his face. "You're a vicious little kitten."

He gave your hand a kiss before stepping back and patting your head before walking out of the room and leaving you alone.

"Hey, where are you going?! We haven't sparred yet!"

"Shower." He looked over his shoulder to give you a smirk. "Would you like to join?"

You almost agreed in a heartbeat.

But you have to stay strong.

"Nope, I'll just stay here and keep practicing so I can kick your ass the next time we spar."

Your own answer only disappointed the both of you.

Day seven.

You and Sylus went out for a ride on his newest motorcycle at night, on the empty, spatious roads of N109.

It was the worst idea of all.

As the one that's manipulating the vehicle, you're the one sitting at the front and you took advantage of the close proximity by pressing your ass right against his crotch.

Sylus had to concentrate on making sure his grip on your waist doesn't hurt you, with the way his body had gone stiff. Every part of him.

Every bump on the road slammed your hips against him and he had to hold his breath every time. His pants became tighter and tighter by the minute, and his breath had gotten unsteady.

He was sweating throughout the entire ride.

And once you finally made it back to his place, Sylus' patience finally broke.

From the moment you got off the motorcycle, Sylus quickly removed his motorcycle before taking off yours.

As soon as your face was in clear view, before you could even comprehend what was happening, Sylus' left hand caressed your jawline before locking his lips with yours.

Your eyes widened with surprise, though you didn't waste a precious second to kiss him back and pull him close by grabbing onto his shoulders.

Sylus didn't dare to pull away until he was out of breath. Even then, he'd only stop for a second before diving back in like a starved man.

Every time you'd pull back to gasp for air, Sylus would come after your lips and slip his tongue between them to capture yours.

"You win." he huffs in between kisses while your hands run through the strands of his hair. "I yield."

"Heh?" you can't help but grin. "What are you talking about? What are you yielding for?"

"Don't play innocent, kitten. You know what you've been doing." He tapped your forehead as you laughed. "I won't call you needy ever again, so if you could stop teasing me, I'd greatly appreciate it." he whispered against your ear before kissing it softly, "I don't know how long I can keep holding back."

"Since you learned your lesson...." you pressed your lips under his jaw. "You don't need to hold back anymore."

That was all he needed to hear.

Sylus wrapped your legs around his hips and kept you up against him as he made his way into his bedroom.

zayne

You're drawing random patterns with your finger on Zayne's bare chest as you cuddle with him when suddenly, he made a lighthearted joke.

"Your libido has been rather high lately. Based on my record, your premenstrual syndrome symptoms shouldn't be showing up for another two weeks."

You looked up to see the playful grin on his face.

"Oh, is that right?" you huff. "Must be my diet or something. No worries, I'll fix it."

Zayne blinked with confusion. "Huh?" But he received no more response for an explanation as you closed your eyes and drifted oft to sleep.

It was only until the very next day when he realized his mistake when he received absolutely zero kisses.

He was quick to figure out what brought on such an evil scheme.

"Oh, no..."

Day three.

You stopped by his work to join him for lunch, just as he requested.

Zayne observed that you're not angry with him and you have no problem spending time with him. You act normal for the most part. The one big change with your behavior is that you refuse to give him any physical affection.

You didn't even give him a hug as you greeted him.

It feels strange. It's like he's forgetting something as important like his wallet or his car keys.

"Are you punishing me for what I said the other day?"

"What you said the other day?"

"You know... about your high libido...."

He could've sworn a vein popped out from your forehead just now and he does his best to suppress a smile of amusement. He's already in trouble. He doesn't want to dig his grave any deeper.

"Nope! I don't care at all!"

Despite the words that came out of your mouth, you continued to make him suffer.

Later that day, you met up aftet work to drink milk tea while taking a night stroll around the city during such a lovely weather.

The way you were smiling the whole time made Zayne want to hold your hand and keep you close to him.

And yet, you were constantly moving around so much, either on purpose or due to all the sugar from your drink, so he ended the night feeling somewhat emptyhanded.

He hasn't realized until now just how much he enjoys even the little touches you grace him with.

Day five.

You and Zayne attended a formal event.

It's a banquet for the hunters association and you were obligated to come, and he was your date, so you two dressed up nicely to follow the dress code.

Although, if he was being honest, Zayne wishes you two are still in your apartment, where he can have you all to himself.

Ever since he had come to your home to picked you up, he couldn't keep his eyes off you. And throughout the event, he has been rather... uneasy.

As you're eating dessert, Zayne can't help but imagine tasting it from your lips. It has been days since he last kissed you, and he needed to be reminded of your sweetness.

He needed to feel the warmth and softness of your skin underneath your dress.

Zayne lets out a shaky breath before loosening his tie.

It seems that the room suddenly feels hot.

Or maybe it's just his racing mind and heart and the blood rushing down below his hips.

"Zayne, are you okay?"

You scooted your chair closer to him so that your legs are touching. You faced him and put a hand on his forehead.

"You feel warm. Are you sick?"

Zayne lets out a laugh that was half-nervous. "Are you teasing me again?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just worried about you."

He detected from your tone that you are indeed teasing him.

On the drive back, Zayne was clutching the steering wheel as his mind continues to race, imagining all the things that he'd been wanting to do with you. Sitting still became difficult with a bulge rising through his pants.

But yet again, he ends the night without a single touch from you.

And Zayne has decided, he'll never joke about anything ever again.

Day six.

On his day off, Zayne had taken you out for a picnic and the torture continues.

Whenever you two have a picnic, there's lots of cuddling involved. This time, there's none at all and there's the Happy Snowman plushie sitting right between you two as a barrier.

You two are playing kitty cards and Zayne seems to be on top of his game today.

After all, he had a special proposal.

"Whoever wins must do something that the winner wants."

It's a simple but classic prize that no one can ever resist, so you gladly accepted the challenge thinking you'd easily win.

But Zayne's focus is unshakeable.

He's consecutively dropping assist cards to take away your points, and somehow he's stocking up all the sixes.

He won't even let you switch cards by acting cute. That's how serious it is right now. The stakes are high.

After six rounds, Zayne comes out as the winner.

"How could this happen?!"

Zayne chuckles at your dramatic cries, aggressively shaking Happy Snowman as if it was the one responsible for your loss.

Unfortunately for Happy Snowman, it's Zayne's turn to have your attention.

Zayne snatched the plushie out of your hands and set it aside.

"Darling, it's time for me to claim my prize."

You sigh and bowed playfully. "Yes, yes, congratulations for being crowned as the King of the Kitties. What can I do for you, Your Highness?"

Zayne smiled and gently held your chin with his fingers before guiding you to look up so you can lock gazes.

"Kiss me."

Your mouth drops at his request, face immediately heating up.

"Oh."

He found a way to end your silly little game.

He really is a clever boy.

"Your wish is my command~"

At last, you stop holding back against your urges and brought yourself on his lap.

Zayne eagerly welcomes you into his arms and wraps them around you tightly, making sure you don't try to escape.

His lips meets yours with desperation and his hands slides down to your thighs, encouraging you to sway your hips back and forth.

Between the deep and heavy kisses, he mutters, "I joked about you being needy yet here I am, being the needy one. But it's all your fault. Are you going to take responsbility for it?" Zayne pressed you down against his hips to let you feel just how hard he is for you.

"...should we end picnic early?"

"We should end picnic early."

caleb

You stumbled into his room while removing his shirt and almost tripped on his feet as you reached the bed.

"What's the rush, Pip-squeak? And here I thought I was the needy one."

Your hands come to a halt.

"What did you say?"

"I said there's no need to rush, I'm not going anywhere — "

"No, you just called me needy just now."

Caleb chuckles at your furrowed brows.

"I was joking, Pip— what are you doing?" you picked up his shirt that you dropped on the floor and threw it at his chest before walking out of his room.

"Gonna be needy all by myself in my room. Goodnight."

"Wha — hey wait!"

It's too late. You stomped your way into your own room and Caleb is left all alone with a boner that remained standing until his mood died down.

Caleb sent you a bunch of stickers, hoping you'd come back beside him. Sadly, you ignored all of them and he was forced to sleep with a cold, empty bedside.

The next day, Caleb woke up early and prepared breakfast for the two of you as usual. You came out of your room and lazily greeted him a good morning, so he was relieved to know that you weren't really mad.

But once he tried to kiss you on the cheek after giving you a cup of coffee and you blocked his lips with the palm of your hands, he learned that he's not completely off the hook just yet.

"No."

"Huh?"

"No kisses."

"What?! Why?!"

You almost laughed at the way his face shifted, looking like a little boy who'd gotten his favorite toy taken away.

"Because. I don't want to seem needy."

"Come onnnn, it was a joke! I'm sorry!" he tried to embrace you from the back but you stood up and moved away.

"Wow, look how nice the weather looks today!" you exclaimed as you look out the window, admiring the clouds of Skyhaven.

Caleb pouts at the way you deflected him.

Knowing how you behave whenever you're being petty, he has to brace himself for the worst few upcoming days of his life.

Day two.

The pout hasn't left his face.

You two are working out together at his home gym and he's pouting as he's doing push ups.

You're not even sitting on his back and motivating him to do more reps. You're just doing your own sets of excercises in front of him while pretending he's not there.

"Pip-squeak, look. I'm doing push-ups with one hand."

"...."

"Now I'm doing push-ups with just one finger!"

"..."

No matter what he did to grab your attention, he just couldn't get you to look at him.

But what if....

"Whew, it's so hot in here."

Caleb took off his shirt and threw it aside.

He tries not to grin as he caught you sneaking glances from the corner of your eye.

Now, he'll do pull-ups on the bar right in front of you.

Or at least, that was the plan.

His shirt was thrown back at his chest just like the other night.

"Caleb you dummy. You'll get cold."

You walked out of the room and he was back to pouting.

Day four.

You went back to Linkon at Monday morning. Caleb couldn't believe he lasted four whole days without getting a single kiss from you. He didn't even get to hold your hand or pat your head.

The lack of physical affection and intimacy should be nothing to him since he always had to hold back from acting on his feelings for you. He was willing to wait forever for you.

But now that he thinks about it, he'd always been touchy with you.

Even before you were in a romantic relationship, he'd given you plenty of hugs, he'd given you lots of forehead kisses, he'd hold your hands whenever you let him, he'd hold you when you don't want to sleep alone, and he'd even kissed your cheek during the times whenever you pretended to be a couple.

Physical affection has always been a part of your relationship.

Taking it away is like taking away a pilot's airplane.

Well, maybe it's not that drastic but it surely feels that way to Caleb.

Now that he's able to kiss you and hold you whenever he wants, he can't stop. He loves being with you and becoming one with you.

He can't help but seek for your touch.

It's only been a few days but he misses your warmth. He misses how you taste. He misses the sounds you'd make.

Oh, he definitely won't survive for long.

This scheme of yours has to end now.

Day five.

You got a good jumpscare when The Colonel showed up at your doorstep at night, in his full uniform and all.

Before opening the door, you peeked through the peephole and took note of his serious expression, just as The Colonel often appears as.

But the scary demeanor vanished the moment you oppened the door.

His face lights up and you're flashed with the warm smile you've used to seeing.

"Caleb! What are you doing here?!"

"I just dropped by to bring you something you forgot at my house. It's pretty important so I thought I'd make a trip to Linkon so you don't worry about it."

You let him in your apartment, trying to recall what you could have forgotten. You were able to get through a long day at work without noticing anything missing, so what could've been that important that he had to give to you immediately?

"What did I forget?"

Caleb dug something from one of the pockets of his coat.

"Ta-da! Here you go~"

Caleb took your left hand and dropped something to your palm.

".....Are you being serious right now?"

A hair clip.

"What? It's something that you use every day, is it not? I know you were probably feeling weird without it. You're welcome."

"...I leave this behind on purpose. I always use it whenever I'm at your house, every time I'm doing my hair. It was meant to stay there."

Caleb laughs and scratches the back of his head. "Oh, my baaaad, Pip-squeak. Ah, but since I'm already here, might as well have dinner together!I'll help you cook~"

He removed his hat and coat before entering your kitchen. You're in the middle of making dinner too, so he somehow arrived perfectly on time.

You should've known he came in with a mission.

As he goes around the kitchen, he does everything possible to accidentally touch you.

He'd lightly bump into you and touches your shoulder as he apologizes.

His hand brushes against your waist to move you aside so he can pass by.

He stands behind you and reaching over you so he could get some containers on the cabinet, making sure to grind his hips against your ass just for a brief second.

Eventually, you found yourself cornered against the fridge.

"What are you doing?"

"Making dinnner." you glare at him and he was quick to give you a pout. "...And trying to win your attention because you've been so mean to me by neglecting me."

"Neglecting?" you tilted your head. "But I thought I was being needy."

Caleb groans before completely losing his patience.

He pulls you into a hug. "I'm sorry! I won't say it again! Please don't punish me anymore I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry — " his embrace starts getting tighter at every word, making you cough dramatically.

"Jeez, alright fine! I get it, now let me go — "

"Never!"

Caleb lifts you off the ground and nuzzles his face against yours. "So soft and so warm ~"

"Caleb, the pot is boiling!"

"The pot can wait. I'm busy."

"Caleb — " the sizzling noises from the stove forced him to jump away from you.

"Okay I'm coming!"

rafayel

"You don't need to be so needy cutie, I'm not going anywhere~"

You pulled away from his kiss and raised a brow at him. "Needy...?"

Rafayel's eyes widen as he realized what he just said. "I — I was just joking!"

"Right..."

You laughed along but five minutes later, the kisses suddenly stopped and your attention shifted to your phone to play a silly game (one that he recommended to you in the first place).

Rafayel didn't think much of it. He was able to cuddle with you as the two of you fell asleep that night.

But once he woke up, things started to seem weird to him.

As you left to go to work, you didn't give him a kiss. You always give him a kiss. You rushed out of the studio before he could even remind you about it.

He didn't get to see you for the rest of the day because the Wanderers robbed him all of your time and energy.

At the very least, he was able to videocall with you and chat with you about how your day went. Though, seeing your sleeping face made him wish he was next to you so he could comfort you and ease your exhaustion.

Day two.

You joined him for a stroll at the beach and helped him collect some shells. He tried to hold your hand but you not-so-subtly moved away from him.

The face he made was worthy of a drama actor award.

"Are you worried I'd give you a virus? Come here, cutie, I'm perfectly clean. I just took a bath an hour ago."

"No no, just don't wanna seem clingy, that's all."

Rafayel took a moment to figure out what prompted that response.

"Waaaait, you're not really mad about me calling you needy, are you? It was just a joke, Miss Bodyguuaaard..."

"Mhmm."

Rafayel sighs as he realizes you're going to prolong this cruel revenge of yours just a little further. It's good that you're not really mad, though he can't help but pout about it.

He had to walk through the beach with you so close yet so far from him, and his hands have never felt so cold and lonely.

You don't even always hold his hand, as sometimes collecting sea shells require all hands available, but now that he's aware of your punishment, he can't help but notice that he really loves holding your hand and giving you little kisses.

Without them, his day feels incomplete.

Day three.

You showed up at Rafayel's art exhibition and he's acting like you just dumped him.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to show up today, Miss Bodyguard. I thought you'd forgotten all about me."

He showed you one painting that you haven't seen finished until now.

"This is inspired by the gaping hole in my heart because my beloved has left me."

Trying not to laugh, you flicked his forehead. "Your beloved saw you this morning for breakfast and watched you get scolded by Thomas because you weren't ready for your event on time."

Rafayel huffs. "Well, I would have woken up early and would've been prepared on time if only I went to sleep early. But I couldn't sleep early because my beloved is being mean to me and won't let me kiss her."

"Weeeell, that sucks for you." you patted his shoulder. "I'm gonna go check out that lovely painting over there. See you later."

Rafayel followed you the entire time, walking so closely beside you so his hand would constantly brush against yours.

Once you reached an empty room, he stood right behind you and put a hand on the wall next to the painting that you're admiring.

His lips brushed against your ear after taking a whiff of your neck. "This perfume... it's the one that I really like..."

It was indeed the scent that makes him act like a cat that's high on catnip. You wore it on purpose, solely to get the reaction that he's giving right now.

Rafayel's lips brushed against your neck like a feather, testing the waters to see if you'd push him away.

So far, you do nothing but stare at the beautiful painting he worked months on.

His right hand landed on your stomach and gently nudged you back so that your body is right against his.

His kisses grew a little bolder, lingering on your skin a little longer.

But then, the sound of footsteps coming close forced you to spring away from him.

You held back a grin at his red face.

"This has been a wonderful exhibit, Sir Rafayel. Thank you for the tour."

"...Hmph..."

He crossed his arms and looked away, trying to calm down his racing heart.

Looks like his body craves for you more than he realized.

Day four.

"I got here as fast as I could! What's the emergency?!"

You slam the bathroom door open to find Rafayel chilling in his bathtub, naked body submerged in warm water mixed with pink foamy soap.

"...."

"Oh, good, you're finally here." Rafayel sighs with relief. "Miss bodyguard, you have to help me. I slipped from a paintbrush earlier and hurt my right arm, so I can't move it around easily because it hurts. Will you help me with my bath?"

"How did you get in the bathtub in the first place if your arm hurts so much?"

"Don't worry about it, cutie. That's in the past. I like to focus in the present."

You shook your head, though you're unable to hide a smile from his silly yet clever response.

You knelt down beside the bathtub and started petting his head. Right away, he closed his eyes and leaned in towards your touch.

You lowered your hand to his neck and brushed slowly your thumb against his skin just under his jaw, and you caught him gulping nervously.

Next, you slid your hand down to his chest, drawing random shapes between his pecs, causing his breath to stutter.

"But now that I think about it... how does one get help for taking a bath?" you asked. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

Rafayel caught your hand before you could even think about pulling away and leave him hard, just like yesterday at the exhibit.

"I just need you... to move your hand... just a little lower...."

Your face heated up at his low tone. His face had turned into a dark shade of red, flushed from the warmth you've made him feel with just a few light touches.

"You better be careful." you whispered, moving your hands down as slow as possible. "With how you sound just now, someone might think that you might be a little....needy...."

Rafayel opened his eyes but didn't move a single muscle. His hand remained on top of yours, letting you wander to wherever you want to.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm the needy one." he kept his gaze fixated on you. "I need to have you close to me. I need to hold you. I need to feel you."

Your face burned.

As did the rest of your body.

At last, your hand reached where he needed you to be.

Stiff and twitching, just for you.

Your core clenched as you recall the way he feels inside you.

"If.... if I'm gonna help you take a bath, you better make some room for me."

Rafayel has never moved so quickly.

xavier

Xavier breathes heavily on his bed, face flushed and chest heaving, glistening with sweat. You're lying next to him, equally spent after getting lost in each other's bodies.

"We've been doing it so much lately, I'm starting to feel sore." he says with a chuckle, putting one hand on his neck and shoulder.

"....You're right." you softly tapped on his chest as if to give him comfort. "Don't worry, I'll let you recover. Let's not do anything for a while."

Xavier's eyes widen. "What?! That's that not what I meant — "

You let out a yawn. "I'm sleepy. Goodnight, Xavier~"

"Wait — "

"Goodnight, I said."

Day one.

You had to be joking, right?

You were probably just so tired and blurted out such a hasty statement.

You probably don't even remember what you said.

Xavier didn't forget, though. He couldn't, even if he wanted to.

When he woke up at noon, you were already at work. You made breakfast for him. If you were really upset with him, you wouldn't have cooked anything for him.

So, everything should be fine.

He arrived at work and the very first thing he did is greet you at your station. You're behind your desk, busy with a report on your computer.

"Good morning."

He leaned down to give you a hug. Although you didn't return it, you didn't deflect him.

That means you really were just bluffing. Everything is fine.

"Good morning, Xavier."

Fast forward to a couple of hours later, you two are investigating an abandoned but recently used building that's been raided by Wanderers.

There was a suspicious man on site, so you hid somewhere so that you can observe him for any possible leads.

Xavier pulled you into a room that looks to be a supplies closet, which was luckily clean enough to not contain any foul smell that would make it unbearable for you to hide in.

You stood by the door that's slightly cracked open so that you can keep an eye on the suspicious man.

Xavier stood right behind you with absolutely no space between your bodies. His left hand made its way to your waist while his lips brushes against your neck.

Before he could do anything else, you turned around and covered his mouth with one hand.

"Hmm? What are you — "

"Shhh. We need to be quiet."

Okay, so you rejected his attempt to makeout.

But that was only because you couldn't risk missing out on any leads and had to focus on the suspicious guy, right? That's all. Everything is fine.

Everything is not fine.

He caught you on a conversation with Andrew and you were touching his shoulder. Then you spoke with Simone and you were touching her arm.

But when he talked to you, you didn't touch his shoulder or anything. You didn't touch his hand and you even moved away when he tried to touch yours.

For the final check: the Pocky test.

Once you're back in his apartment after work, Xavier decided to share his last box of Pocky with you.

As you were eating one, Xavier quickly went up to you.

"Wait, let me check if yours is good."

He continued to eat the stick of Pocky until he's closer to your lips.

But then you suddenly pulled back and ate the rest.

"Wah — "

You gently patted his cheeks. "Nice try."

So, it turns out you knew what he was doing and no, you were absolutely not going to give him kisses today.

And so, sulky Xavier makes his return.

Day two.

Xavier decided to get revenge for taking away kisses and cuddles by showing you the most horrifying scary movie on both of your watch list.

You two are sitting on his giant bean-bag chair, sharing a blanket while your eyes are glued to the TV screen, unable to look away at the bloody scene of another character getting ripped apart.

Little did you know, Xavier is mentally cheering.

For every jumpscare, you scoot closer and closer to him. Around halfway of the movie, you're sitting on his lap yet you're too focused on the movie to realize it.

Xavier kept quiet and rested one hand on your thigh, while the other casually shoves popcorn in his mouth.

As the end credits started to roll, Xavier got up to refill your drinks so that you can have more for the next film, which is another horror one.

"Wait where are you going?!" you grabbed his hand before he could start walking towards the kitchen.

Xavier almost laughed at your expression. "I'm just going to get us more drinks. I won't be gone for long. Just sit here and relax."

"You're not scared even a little bit?" you murmured, tightly hugging a pillow. Right now, your brain is imagining the killer in every dark spot of the apartment.

"I'll be fine~"

Five steps forward and he suddenly turns around.

"Are you really that scared?"

He uses his evol to shine a bright light on his face while pulling a silly expression, mocking the one that the killer from the movie wore.

"Ah!"

His plan worked a little too well because now, you can't sleep alone.

"Are you really that scared?" he asked, walking up to the bed, watching you hug Bunbun with your dear life. "We fought Wanderers that are much worse. If you were in the movie, I bet you'll make a good final girl that'll outlive the killer."

He sat next to you and smiled as he put a hand on the plushie.

"Bunbun can go now. I'm taking over his job in protecting you while you sleep."

You gasped as he snatched the plushie and threw him across the room.

"Xavier!"

"Ssshh, I got you."

After turning off all the lights, he laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him, with your back against his chest.

The second you closed your eyes, your mind starts replaying the scariest parts of the movies you just watched, causing you to shift uncomfortably.

You hear a faint gasp behind you, but you ignore it as you're trying to block off the scary images in your head.

"Ugh! It's no good! I need a distraction."

You turned around to get your phone on the nightstand, but then you come face to face with Xavier.

"A distraction?" he leans close to you so that your noses touch. "I can give you a distraction, if you want."

"....nope, I'm good." you turned back around with a huff. "Don't wanna make you sore."

Xavier laughs and nuzzles his face on your neck.

"I'll remember not to joke about something like that ever again. I'm sorry. Will you forgive me?"

"....are you also sorry for making me watch those really scary movies?"

"Well.... not really...."

They were excellent movies, after all. Aside from the scary parts, he could tell you enjoyed it overall.

"At least you're honest."

A few seconds later, Xavier starts to pepper kisses all over your neck and jaw.

"Do you still need a distraction? I can help you get your mind off of anything scary."

You let out a quiet moan as he softly pushed his hips against yours.

"Just focus on me."

From the moment he got on top of you, you forgot about everything — your silly scheme and the horror movies.

Right now, there's only Xavier.

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Your best friend Sukuna is a complete slut.

Though you’d never say that aloud—albeit more than true. That's the only way to describe him because why else would he be in your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed, with his legs spread wide open, fingers wrapped around his thick cock, and groans of your name leaving his lips?

Because he’s a goddamn slut, that’s why. And normally when you interrupt his… sexual acts, you quietly apologize and rush off as quickly as possible.

Yet, here you were, being ordered by your best friend not to run away this time.

“I’m not gonna repeat myself,” Sukuna’s raspy and slightly husked voice drawls out to you, eyes boring into yours from across the room, “Bring your ass over here.”

Funny how he said he wasn’t going to repeat himself only to follow up with a literal repeat of his initial order-

“Now,” He hums, his voice sending a chill down your spine.

You stiffen up where you stand, trying your absolute best to keep your eyes anywhere and everywhere else except for the hand he had stroking his cock.

Gulping, “Sukuna-,” He shoots you a pointed glare and you start getting nervous. “You can’t just… j-jerk off in my room and expect me to… to help you.”

“Fuck,” He hisses, your eyes nearly falling on him again as the low noise makes you fidget, “Fine, then get out,” Sukuna tells you.

Your brows push together at the audacity of him, not that it really surprises you anymore, “But-“

“Out. I’ll be done soon,” He cuts off, sitting back and fisting his cock at a quicker pace, eyes drinking in every inch of your still figure.

You didn’t want to look at him. Nor did you want him jerking off in your bedroom. But, you also didn’t want to leave for some strange reason.

Hence why you just stand there and look around your room as if you don’t know the interior already. Sukuna can’t help but crack a smirk as you stand there, his breath growing heavy before he calls your name— watching the way you flinch at the sound.

“Kinda’ awkward if you just stand there, y’know,” He chuckles out to you, finding you oh so amusing.

You frown, “Kinda’ awkward if you just jerk off in my bedroom.”

“It wouldn’t be if you came over here,” He snaps back.

You hate how quick he always is with his responses, something you still haven’t gotten used to throughout all your years of friendship. Swallowing, you just barely glance at the man, “What?” You huff out.

Your eyes were on his and his were on yours. Tension was vexed into his gaze, desire pouring out of his maroon shaded eyes and making you so utterly nervous as you stood across the room from him.

All as he just sat there, shirtless, tattooed and chiseled chest very difficult not to gaze at, large thighs spread lewdly, and hard curved cock twitching within his grasp as precum oozed out his tip.

You couldn’t help the way your gaze dropped for a moment, catching sight of his cock and the way his plump tip glistened under your dim bedroom lighting. His hand movements got noticeable faster as you watched and you drew your thighs closer together.

Sukuna lets out a deep sigh, “Y’know,” The sound of his voice makes you flinch yet again and you lift your gaze as though you’d been caught doing something wrong, seeing the smirk on his face, “You can come get a closer look.”

You bat your lashes at him, “W-What?”

“Is that all you know how to say?” He chuckles, “Hah, just c’mere already,” He suddenly requests, voice softening ever so slightly. “I won’t bite.”

And that’s… roughly how you ended up on your knees in between his legs. With a mouthful of his cock, you don’t even remember what’d come over you after you listened to his request and came close to him.

One moment you started shyly teasing him about being a pervert who jerks off in your bedroom and the next you were curling your fingers around his shaft and making your way down to your knees. Sukuna had let out a long shaky sigh as he watched you settle in between his spread legs, his urge to tease you dying off as some other emotion swelled within his chest.

He’ll never admit it to you but, he was shy. How could he not be when your soft hand begins stroking his cock like he’s just some kinda toy for you to play with—what’d you expect him to do when you look up at him and lean forward to wrap your lips around his drooling cockhead?

Unfortunately for him, his expression gave away everything and as soon as his dick began disappearing into the warm caverns of your mouth, he was a goner. A hand was now tightly gripped onto your scalp, his breathing unsteady as he watched you suck him off with that pretty ass mouth of yours.

He’ll never be able to forget the sight of drool spilling out from the corners of your mouth while you tried your best to take him all the way into your throat. And his mind just about blanks when you move your hands to his thighs, push them further apart, and then sink down completely—your lips meeting his base.

Now that was a sight to see.

“F-Fuck,” Sukuna stammered, the sound alone leading you to choke a bit as a moan attempted to leave your throat. His darkened eyes were seconds away from rolling to the back of his skull with how sexy he found the sight of your lips bulging around his thick cock.

When you finally do pull your mouth off of him, he doesn’t even get a moment to breathe before your hands are wrapping around him. He goes from leaning back slightly to sitting up a bit straighter and moving his hands down to one of your wrists, his lips unknowingly quivering.

Then a pant escapes him and you’re bringing your eyes back up to look at him. “Slow, woman—fuck, go… hah, slow.” He says hoarsely.

Oh the desperation on his face was priceless. Why ever would you listen to him when using two hands to jerk him off is all it takes to receive a slightly pouted lip and furrowed brows from him. He probably doesn’t even realize the face he’s making at the moment, too grumpy trying to take control of the situation to feel his features faltering.

You coo, “Aw, go slow? But, ‘Kuna, I thought this was what you wanted?”

The nickname you just threw at him has to be evil in some way, shape, or form because the wild twitch it invokes is enough to have your hands tightening their grip around his thick cock.

Sukuna grits his teeth and you can see a vein popping out in his forehead—he’s so annoyed with you now that the roles have reversed, it’s cute. “Fuck you,” He curses, as if that’ll help him avoid the embarrassment bubbling up within him right now.

“Oh, there he is,” You purr, removing one of your hands just to angle his cock back toward your lips and then tapping it against your skin gently. “S’kinda hard to be mean to me when I’m makin’ you feel so good, isn’t it?”

He swears you’ll be the death of him. He’s never experienced this side of you, nor was he aware it even existed. All he’s ever known you as was his shy roommate who’s so unintentionally attractive that it pains him to be around. Is this really the same woman who was stuttering moments ago when she walked in the room and caught him jerking off??

Sukuna huffs out an almost bratty breath of air, “Stop… talking.” Just as he’s never seen this side of you, you’ve never seen this side of him and fuck is it hot. He’s usually such a big intimidating man and yet here he is literally folding and gasping to your touch.

You completely strip your hands away from his cock and then open your mouth, staring right up into his eyes as you whisper, “Make me.”

All that embarrassment and temporary shyness is gone within the blink of an eye. Sukuna’s stumbling up slightly to his feet and grabbing a firm hold of the top of your head, letting out a gruff sigh while taking his dick into his hands and properly aligning himself with your mouth.

His chest is glistening in sweat and his head is pounding, he was all nervous seconds ago for what? Because of you? Oh please.

It only took those two words of yours for him to remember who the hell he is as he then thrusts his hips forward and quickly fucks himself into your mouth. “That’s more like it,” Sukuna grunts, giving your mouth some mean thrusts as he forces your head to move and meet each one of his motions. “Fuckin’ slut, m-makin me nervous,” He admits hoarsely, his tone aggravated with you. “Who do you think you are, huh?”

You’re obviously too busy getting your face fucked to answer that properly but the moan you let out that leads to drool filthily dribbling out your mouth is enough of a reply for him. Especially when he catches how it drips down onto your thighs.

Sukuna releases a pretty groan out into the air at the mere sight of you. He thought he was losing his mind before but now it’s even worse. You don’t even have your hands on his thighs to try and brace yourself or control what’s happening—you just let him have his way with your throat, taking things a step further and moving your hands behind your slightly arched back.

Fuck, he needs a picture of this. He desperately needs this display of you burned into the forefront of his mind for the rest of his life. Especially as he starts hitting the back of your throat and you purposefully choke against him. Sukuna’s other hand lifts to cover his mouth because he swears he almost whined.

Your throats too fuckin’ tight, you’re holding eye contact with him for too damn long, and if he feels your tongue flick against that specific vein of his one more time—

“Hnngh—” Sukuna moans, his grip almost bruising as his head flies back and his cock presses right against the very depths of your mouth, hips stalling with the way his orgasm comes rudely rushing out of him.

Then he feels you swallowing and even though he was trying to keep you head still, you begin to bob yourself back and forth on his cock while he’s cumming and that’s when a whimper is choked out from his lips. Sukuna’s whole body just clenches and he’s letting out all kinds of sounds as his hand, now shaky, holds onto your head for dear life.

Even when he stops cumming, you’re still sucking and his eyes roll back, voice coming out strained. “S-Shit, fuck—stop,” Sukuna moans again, “Please?” Never in all your years of living did you ever think you’d hear Sukuna Ryomen begging you for something and yet here you are.

You steadily pull your mouth off of him with a slick pop, sting after string of saliva hanging in between his tip and your glossy lips. He’s above you panting for a moment before stumbling back to sit down on the edge of your bed again.

A hand of yours moves to causally wipe your mouth off and you don’t even know if you wanna tease him now or later about what just happened. “So, that was—”

“Don’t speak,” He cuts off immediately, his voice surprisingly airy. “Ever. Never bring this up again.”

You snort, “Promise me you won’t jerk off in my room again, first.”

Sukuna scoffs. “Tch. Whatever.”

Like the vixen you are, you begin to lean toward him again and you don’t know if you image it but he flinches ever so slightly. “Promise me,” You say as your hands meet his knees and you begin to lift yourself up.

His eyes go wide and he internally panics at the sight of you moving. “Fucking fine. I promise.”

Smiling, you move to lean over his tensed body and plant a kiss on his cheek, “Good boy.”

…

Yeahhh, his brain just powered off.

pt. 2

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