#Devil's elbow

[theviciousangel]

𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵 ...

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❝ Did you really think she was a tender flower you could trample upon, and damage her very soul? 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄. And, she is coming to devour you whole. ❞

➭ known as VALERIA BERNADINA MUÑOZ

➭ affiliated with SHAMROCKS (𝘈𝘚𝘚𝘖𝘊𝘐𝘈𝘛𝘌); SLIVER LINING (𝘚𝘜𝘗𝘗𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙); SERVER @ HELL’S GATE; SUPPLIER @ PEPPERED PIG

➭ born on MARCH 27TH ( 29 )

➭ identifying as a CIS FEMALE ( she / her )

➭ Owner of BRUNO, a four year old Newfoundland dog.

➭ Inspirations are RAVEN REYES and OCTAVIA BLAKE

➭ portrayed by NAILEA DEVORA

All About Me ✘ Biography ✘ Soundtrack ✘ Pinterest ✘ Mirror

『 Muse for Devil's Elbow. 』

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_1294 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally. (2011)

[crimsonsstone]

i'm 5 minutes away from "put the fries in the bag"-ing the dmc fandom rn

[devilofthehounds]

[image id: Pictures of Zenkichi Hasegawa from Persona 5 Strikers, Kakeru Hasegawa from Monark, and Saori Hasegawa from Persona 3 Portable. Below each person is their name written in English and Japanese. /end id]

I know not everyone with the same last name has to be related, but hear me out!

They're either siblings or cousins; the timeline's making it hard for me to decide.

Under the cut for timeline discussion. Major Monark spoilers, you have been warned.

Zenkichi: October 1

He has a line in Strikers where he says he's in his forties.

Strikers takes place in 2017, meaning he would've been born 1977 or earlier.

Kakeru: April 9

In the game, he has a line where he's like "I'm still in my early thirties."

In issue 10 of Petit Monark, he insists that he grew up in the Heisei era.

On the walls throughout the academy are posters that say "Open School 10/23 Sat – 24 Sun", which lines up with 2021.

Based on this information, we can say he was born between 1987 and 1991. If we limit ourselves to saying he was born within the Heisei era, that narrows the range to 1989–1991.

Saori: Unknown

She's in the same year as the protagonist, but she lived overseas for two years. This would make her two years older than the protagonist.

Since Persona 3 takes place in 2009, this means she was born between April 1990 and March 1991

Mitsuru (not pictured): August 15

The only things we know about his age are that 1) he enrolled in the academy for high school and 2) he died ten years prior to the game.

Since his profile says he died on academy grounds, he probably died while he was still attending, which means we can say he was born between 1995 and 1997.

Tl;dr

Zenkichi: October 1, 1977 or earlier

Kakeru: April 9, 1987–1991

Saori: April 1990–March 1991

Mitsuru: August 15, 1995–1997 (through assumptions)

Cousins is probably more plausible, but siblings would be funnier if only because it means Zenkichi's parents had a kid while he was away at college.

[ballscream]

who up in bourbon missouri 👀

[theviciousangel]

Location: Hell's Gate, Level Five

Who: Ashton Ryder ( @ashryder )

Mentions: Feary and Finn O'Brien. ( @insainted @murdcrofcrows )

TW: Men being way too flirty and catcalling.

Another night working with drunken idiots, the same ones that came in every chance they got- even on weekdays. Most were men whose wives had given up trying to keep them from Hell's Gate or youth who needed an escape from the crushing dilemma called "Life," it was a mix of all walks of life. Either way, Valeria's bills were being paid by them. The souls who wandered in the night, who gave into their sins with sickening smirks. How easy it was to get lost in the Devil's mist.

Turning around the kitchen corner, Valeria took an opportunity to tuck a few stray curls behind her ears before unbuttoning the top few buttons of her blouse. Enticing gazes and fueling conversations, how else would she lure patrons to spill something useful? After her short-lived 15 minute break from level five, the bar and restaurant, a few adjustments needed to be made. This place wasn't called Hell's Gate for nothing. A bar known for its sins. There was no pretending here, only honest truths and spiraling white lies. Within these walls, husbands cheated on their wives and servers made a pretty penny the patrons were drunk off their ass- even if it meant dealing with assholes.

Pulling down the black mini skirt as Valeria opened the door and lips twisted, an angel appeared in the midst of these sinners. With lips so sweet that the Devil may sin if he, himself, had the chance. A mask was to be worn, the performance of a harmless and beautiful woman. If only they knew about how Valeria was a wicked shot, what would they say then? What would they say if they realized most of this weeks locally supplied meat at The Peppered Pig was shot by a woman in a mini skirt, long curly hair tied back with a ribboned bow in her hair, and a charming gaze? It was humorous. Scanning the crowd until one of the floor managers caught her eye, pointing to a small table of unfamiliar faces and... they were already plastered out of their minds.

"Are you fucking kidding me," The young woman quietly mumbled underneath while throwing a thumbs up. Taking another glance at the conversing men, she already knew what the night would look like- especially when one of them cat called another server who walked past. Pulling out a notebook and pencil, a sigh escaped from her lips until there was silence. The silent shift from annoyed to bubbly and happy go-lucky, exactly the naive type they'd bend over backwards for. Serving was more or so less about faking a persona, thank god she learned how to do that from an early age.

Weaving through the crowd with a few greetings and dodges from other servers, Valeria appeared before them without another thought. Ignoring how their eyes lingered, how they invaded her skin like poison from a bottle. Trailing every inch of exposed skin with wolfish grins, though Valeria was well-aware of how this interaction would go down, it still gave her an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach. A tickling feeling, the type one develops when faces a group of hungry wolves with a rifle. Stifled hesitation.

"Good evening, gentlem-"

"When did Finn start hiring pretty little things like you?"

Someone sedate me, Valeria thought to herself as her head tipped sideways as if expressing confusion. The next few moments were fueled by alcohol and an awfully horrible amount of flirting. Every single word or comment Valeria said was met with some failed drunken attempt to flirt, even she could do better than their sorry asses. Then again, she wasn't drunk off of a few shots and gin. The smell was atrocious, yet she wasn't there to deny them. This was the place to be for gluttony.

"Are you on the menu because I'd love a taste of your-"

"And, I will go put those orders in. Be right back!"

Five minutes from hell, turning on her heels as soon as the man started up again with his requests of sexual favors. However, not before a hand shot out from the booth to offer a slap upon Valeria's ass when she turned. Valeria paused, frozen in shock. The mere audacity had the woman frozen by the sudden contact. First, it was shock and then? Then, it was anger. There were many instances that Valeria had grown accustomed to while working at Hell's Gate, but this? This was merely the second time.

Slowing, ever so slowing did Valeria turn around with a narrowed glare adorning chilling features. No smile was found as Valeria stepped towards the men at her table. Snatching the man's wrist, tightly wrapping a grasp around him as the table went silent- only then did she speak.

"Lay another hand on me, I dare you... because I'll have Feary O'Brien come teach you about respect..."

Silence, pure and utter silence invaded like the damn plaque. Dropping his hand to the table, Valeria straightened her spine and slowly fixed her hair. Taking her sweet ass time to adjust herself while the shock, the fear invaded their depths. It was one thing to flirt, but to touch a woman without permission. Well, let's just say that Feary didn't take it very well when one of his little birdies were harmed in his brothers establishment.

"Like I said, I'll be right back."

And then, the most heavenly smile developed as if Valeria didn't just threaten their very lives. Grasping the notebook in her hand, practically white knuckling it while she left them in shock. Straight to the bar, straight to the one person she knew would brighten her day. Ripping the page of food orders from her notebook, Valeria slammed it on the cooks stations before dipping underneath the bar's counter door.

Squeezing past the other bartender when a head of blonde caught her chocolate hues. Thank god for work besties, or work husband as they liked to joke around about. The dynamic duo of Hell's Gate, probably the only boy and girl scouts here. Sneaking up behind Ashton while he worked on something, Valeria tugged on his ear without another thought before she spoke.

"Pour me a shot - anything - to survive the night, I'm begging."

The smallest laugh escaped when Valeria leaned against the counter, shaking her head slightly while watching her friend work. Another night, another asshole.

[rabbitcruiser]

Forest (No. 234)

Rockaway Beach, OR (four pics)

Devils Elbow State Park, OR (three pics)

Humboldt Redwoods State Park, CA (three pics)

[cursed-and-haunted]

out of all the swimming holes named after the devil I've swam in my favorite is the Devil's Elbow. that's where I found all the bones :)

[fullbattleregalia]

When I’m writing, I don’t just have a Shoulder Angel and Shoulder Devil - I also have an Elbow Cthulhu, who elbows me in the ribs and goes, “You know how we could make this unnecessarily traumatic and dark?”

[o5-blackbird]

Considering the outcome of the council prior to this iteration's decision to cozy up together in a single location as if this were some eternal slumber party, I can certainly say that doing such a thing is not typically to one's benefit. To each their own though, of course.

[asterdeer]

me, in more or less constant pain from knuckles to elbows because of my hideous typing/reading/knitting/hand-sewing/gameplaying hygiene: i should write a book in longhand

[superherogeniusgirlnextdoor]

People that know how to animate please don’t look lmao. WIP for a meme down the road.

[cringeworms]

What are y’all’s best blorbo songs? I’m very curious.

There really is no feeling quite like discovering a new song that fits your blorbo to a T. Best I can do to convey it is something like

[icedrake25]

Mtl 3 > Wsh 2

Njd 3 > Car 2

Edm 7 > Lak 4

Truly a night for the underdogs here, all three winning teams cut the deficit in half on the series, and all three teams have life yet again!

Elbows up, ladies, gents, etc.

🇨🇦����️‍🌈🇺🇦

[botanicsoul]

DARE

Bakugou Katsuki x (fem) Reader

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

The night had started harmless enough.

The girls were gathered in Mina’s room — junk food scattered everywhere, a stupid Truth or Dare game spiraling out of control. You should’ve known something was up when they all kept sneaking glances at you.

Especially Mina.

Mina leaned forward, mischievous glint in her eye. “Alright, Y/N, truth or dare?”

You hesitated. “…Dare?” you said cautiously.

Bad choice.

“I dare you to sneak into Bakugou’s room and put on his hero costume,” she said, grinning like the devil himself.

“You’re insane,” you said immediately, sitting up. “He’ll actually kill me. Like, dead-dead.”

“Come on! You know he’s soft for you,” Uraraka giggled behind her hand. “He won’t even be mad.”

“Yeah, he might even like it— we all know he wants you babe,” Mina wiggled her eyebrows. “Besides, if you do it… I’ll buy you those shoes you’ve been whining about for weeks.”

You froze.

Those perfect, gorgeous sneakers you couldn’t afford.

Damn her.

“…Fine,” you groaned. “But when he blows up the building, I’m blaming you.”

Mina and the girls erupted in quiet cheers, practically shoving you toward the boys’ dorm wing like you were being sent to your execution.

——

Moments later, you were standing inside Bakugou’s room, your heart thundering in your chest.

The room smelled like him — burnt caramel, gunpowder, and something warm underneath it all. His gear was scattered around; shirts tossed over a chair, gym bag half-zipped, boots by the door. Typical.

“Okay, just grab it and go,” you whispered.

You spotted his hero suit neatly folded on his desk chair — black, orange, and rugged as hell. You hesitated for half a second before snatching it up and shimmying into it.

“Whoever is up there please don’t let me die,” you muttered to yourself, grabbing it.

You started stripping from your clothes and wrestled into the top first — the fabric huge, sleeves dangling past your hands. You tucked it into the pants, which, unfortunately, fit suspiciously well around your hips.

You caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.

You looked ridiculous.

“Oh my god, I look like a fan at a con,” you groaned, cheeks burning.

And then you spotted the gauntlets.

Those massive grenade-shaped wrist-cannons Bakugou wore like they weighed nothing.

You hesitated.

“How heavy can they be?” you muttered, reaching for one.

Answer: Fucking. HEAVY.

As soon as you tried to lift it, your wrist sank like a stone. You barely managed to drag it up to your elbow. You grunted, using both hands, nearly toppling over.

“Holy shit, what is this, like seventy pounds?!” you gasped, wobbling around like a baby deer.

You tried lifting both gauntlets — a mistake.

The second one yanked you down so hard you dropped onto your knees with a loud thud.

“KILL ME NOW,” you whispered dramatically, struggling to even stay upright.

You were panting, red-faced, arms trembling like a noodle trying to balance the absurd weight.

And that’s when you heard heavy footsteps outside the door.

You were mid-struggle — sweating, cursing under your breath — when you heard the faintest creak in the hallway.

Your blood ran cold.

Outside, Bakugou was stomping toward his room — still pissed off from a shitty sparring session. All he wanted was a shower and his bed.

But when he reached his door and noticed it slightly ajar, his instincts screamed at him.

Someone was inside.

Without hesitation, he kicked the door open, the wood slamming into the wall with a loud crack.

“WHAT. THE. FUCK” he started. Because there you were. Standing in his room. Wearing his goddamn hero suit.

Struggling to lift one of his heavy-ass grenade gauntlets while looking like you were about to cry.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

You blinked at him, caught like a deer in headlights. The sleeves hung off your arms, the fabric clinging to the curve of your waist and hips, the belt loose around you — and those gauntlets, way too big for you, dragging along the floor.

Bakugou’s red eyes darkened — not with anger, but something hotter. Something hungry.

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” he growled, low and rough.

Your face flushed deep red. “I-it’s not what it looks like…well I mean kinda but—”

“Looks like you’re trying real hard to make me lose my goddamn mind,” he cut you off, stepping inside, the door swinging shut behind him with a heavy click.

You stumbled back instinctively, bumping against the desk, heart hammering.

Bakugou stalked closer, the heat from his body practically rolling off him.

“You break into my room,” he muttered, voice dropping dangerously low, “Wearin’ my gear,” — he leaned in, caging you between his arms, his palms slamming flat against the desk on either side of you — “dress up like some fuckin’ fantasy — and think you’re just gonna walk away?”

You whined as one gauntlet slipped off your wrist, almost tipping you over. “I-it was a dare! Mina—”

Bakugou huffed a humorless laugh.

Without effort, he reached down and easily grabbed both massive gauntlets from you like they were pillows. You stared in shock as he tossed them aside with a heavy clang.

His turned back down at you with a smirk, almost cocky, predatory. “You look like shit,” he said bluntly. “But… you also look kinda fuckin’ hot wearin’ my colors.”

Your breath hitched.

He was so close now — you could see the golden flecks in his furious crimson eyes, the way his jaw clenched tightly, the tension practically crackling off him.

“It was a dare I swear…” you whispered weakly.

“Don’t care,” Bakugou muttered.

You swallowed hard, chest heaving.

His gaze dropped down your body, dragging slowly over every inch of you — the oversized top slipping off your shoulder, the snugness of the pants on your hips.

When his eyes flicked back up to yours, they were molten.

“Bet you’d look even better outta ’em,” he murmured, his voice like honey.

You whimpered — actually whimpered — and immediately cursed yourself for it.

Bakugou grinned — slow, wolfish — like he’d just found his favorite new toy.

Your knees wobbled. “Suki…i’m sor—” you whispered.

He didn’t give you a chance to finish.

Without warning, he grabbed you by the belt loops, yanked you against him, and crushed his mouth onto yours.

The kiss was hungry, punishing — all teeth and tongue and pent-up frustration.

You gasped, clutching his shirt, letting him devour you, dizzy from the heat pouring off his body.

When he finally pulled back, he was panting, forehead pressed against yours.

“Mine,” he growled against your lips, nipping sharply at your lower lip, making you gasp again. “You got that, princess? You wanna wear my shit, fine — but you better fuckin’ know you belong to me.”

You nodded shakily, dazed, drunk off the taste of him. Bakugou pulled back slightly — just enough to glare at you, his hands still gripping your waist, thumbs sliding dangerously low toward the hem of the pants.

“Next time you wanna play dress-up,” he rasped, smirking wickedly, “ask me first and I’ll even help you out of em’.”

The look in his eyes promised a lot more than just help and you — flushed, panting, brain short-circuiting — could only whisper, “Okay…”

Bakugou chuckled darkly, pressing one more bruising kiss to your mouth before leaning back.

“Good,” he said, tugging the belt around your waist tight with a hard snap, making you squeak. “Now get ready, princess. You started this shit — you’re not walking outta here anytime soon.”

——

The next afternoon, you sat cross-legged on Mina’s bed, surrounded by the girls, trying very hard to act normal.

Your new sneakers — the ones Mina had bribed you with — sat unopened in the box on your lap.

“Come on, open it already!” Mina whined, bouncing beside you.

You shifted awkwardly, biting back a grimace. Your thighs ached. Your hips ached. Hell, even your neck was a little sore.

Turns out, Bakugou was very, very thorough about claiming what was “his” last night.

You coughed, sitting up straighter, ignoring the smug way Mina was side-eyeing you.

“I’m fine,” you muttered defensively, opening the box.

Inside were the sneakers you’d been dreaming about — sleek, perfect, untouched.

You gasped. “Holy shit… they’re even prettier in person!”

Mina clapped excitedly. “See? Totally worth it!”

You snorted. “Yeah, tell that to my back.”

Mina laughed. “You’re welcome. Besides, don’t pretend you didn’t have a good night.”

You flushed from head to toe. “Mina!” you hissed, smacking her with a pillow.

The other girls burst out laughing.

Before you could defend yourself, your phone buzzed in your lap.

——

Explosion boy <3 :

5:35pm - Come to my dorm later.

5:36pm - Or do you need help gettin’ here, princess?

5:36pm - Bet you’re fuckin’ sore.

5:37pm - Want me to come kiss it better?

——

You squeaked audibly and immediately dropped your phone like it burned you.

“Who’s that?” Mina teased, leaning over.

“N-Nobody!” you yelped, clutching the sneakers like they were a lifeline.

But your red face said it all.

Across the room, Mina smirked like she’d just won the lottery.

“Told you,” she whispered to Uraraka. “Soft spot. Huge.”

And maybe…

just maybe…

you weren’t totally mad about it.

𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹ 𖤐ᝰ.ᐟ𖦹₊⊹

[grimmsbride]

▗▬̸̎͞/̄͆̅ ̎ ̎̿͞͞͞͞͞͞͞͞ι̚━─ ⠀ NYCTOPHILLIAC ⠀ ⠀ 𑄼ల۫ thanos / reader

getting caught up in thanos’s web was a mistake, especially when it interfered with your sleep.

𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ⁣⁣⠀ TAGS unconsensual voyuerism (thanos & reader have sexual relations in her bed while everyone is asleep. even though they are asleep, i still put this warning because i know some people can get uncomfortable). ooc thanos (first time writing for him). oral sex (fem. receiving). porn no plot. mentions of past sexual relations. fingering. dirty talk. unrealistic expectations of quiet sex(?). overuse of pet names (senorita, mama, etc.) etc.

𓂂 ͜ᩘ ̵̼͓̥͒̾͘𑣿 ⁣⁣⠀ NOTES please heed the warning above as i would hate to make anyone uncomfortable while reading this fic. with that said please enjoy and i apologize for any grammar mistakes or typos.

Despite different games being assigned each day, it all felt the same — as if you had just stepped inside this odd room, surrounded by strangers that held far too many similarities with you. You couldn’t count the amount of times you flinched or teared up as you watched and heard bullets tear people apart, how their strangled cries escaped in a last ditch effort to somehow convince the ruthless guards to spare them. You nearly screamed yourself when blood hit your cheek, tainting the already sweaty area — which you gingerly cleaned up the moment you got time to.

You somehow survived, in just the nick of time too. You wondered if you had any right to be happy for your victory, or you should be remorseful for all the lives lost today. You pondered it for a complete moment before deciding doing so was useless, and not impertinent to your current situation.

Getting out with enough money was of the upmost importance, nothing more and nothing less.

Which is why you were quick to settle into bed the moment the opportunity arose, slipping out of your socks and jacket, pulling the blanket up over yourself, and shutting your eyes. The world around you seemed to cease — aside from the old man’s snoring beside you — your body melting into the mattress. Sleep was the only comfort you could afford to cling to in this situation, anything else was an unnecessary distraction.

Including the one that stood infront of you, taking form as a purple-haired devil.

You never intended to get entangled with any of the other contestants. You could smile and cheer together, but it wasn’t a secret how quickly that relationship could turn sour. Mixing any type of deeper attachments just seemed like a bad idea.

But you fucked up horribly, one thing leading to another, with you in the arms of a man named Thanos, who said just the right words at the time.

You promised yourself that one time was it, you wouldn’t slip up again. You couldn’t afford to slip up anyway.

“Thanos.. go away.” You murmured, courteous of the other contestants around you. You wondered if the two of you were the only ones awake.

Through the dimmed room you could spot Thanos tilting his head, elbow pressing against your bed as he leaned closer.

“C’mon don’t be like that.. just checking on you.”

You rolled your eyes, growing more frustrated by the minute. You desperately wanted sleep- actually, you needed it. You refused to suffer the next morning, especially since your life was literally on the line. You adjusted your pillow, basically staring daggers into the man.

“I’m fine, now, go to your own bed—“

“And.. I’m also cold.”

You blinked rapidly, nearly slapping that stupid smile right off his face. You decided to turn your back to him, ignoring that soft sound of disapproval he released.

“Wear your jacket or something.. hell— steal your friend’s blanket. Just let me sleep.”

You chose to ignore the second sound he released, which seemed to be an unusually pitiful whine, mixed with an obnoxious groan. You wanted to tell him off for his volume, but decided not to— trying to seem as stern as possible so he could finally leave you alone.

But Thanos wasn’t the type to let up, something you quickly learned the moment you met him. Seeing as his fingers began to graze your blanket, rising closer just so his lips were hovering over your ear.

“But you’re right here.. can’t we share some warmth until morning? You wouldn’t want me to freeze, right?”

Thanos’s words were tempting, as usual. Whether you liked to admit it or not, he knew just what to say. Which is why you called him a devil, a sickening demon with that silver tongue.

You bit the inside of your cheek, desperately trying to fight mind over matter. Not only was this bad for your sleep, you were also at risk for breaking some unknown rule. And if you got shot over cuddling, you would definitely haunt this place like a vengeful spirit.

But in the end you gave in, the reason fleeting at the moment. You could only focus on the fact he would hopefully shut up when he got what he wanted. So, wordlessly, you brought up the blanket behind you; hearing his small giddy voice as he climbed in with you.

At least the man was nice enough to allow most of the blanket to cover you, the rest of your exposed self covered by his larger frame. Thanos made quick work of wrapping his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him as his face found your neck.

“You have to leave before morning.”

Whether acknowledging you or not, the man just let out a hum, lips treading across your warm skin in the process. With a shiver you attempted to focus on sleep, admitting to yourself that the extra warmth was comforting. It also allowed you to truly relax, knowing your back was covered— literally.

Your hand found the back of his, fingers spreading along it as your eyes settled shut. You felt your self slipping in slowly, body growing heavier as that relaxation began to reach its peak.

Only to tumble down the moment you felt a thumb play at the waistband of your pants.

“Thanos..”

“Hm?”

You slowly turned your head, tight-lipped and squinting at him through the darkness. “Don’t fucking hm, me— what are you doing?”

The shit-eating grin that developed was telling, his thumb now slithering under your shirt and rubbing small circles into your skin.

“Not a thing.. yet.”

“We’re supposed to be sleeping!”

The man was quick to raise his free hand, placing a taunting finger to his lips. “Don’t wake the others Señorita, that’ll be just plain rude.” The circles on your skin continued, Thanos closer as his lips brushed against your own yet didn’t fully touch.

“This will help you sleep better. Erasing alll your worries in the blink of an eye.” He breathed, eyes flicking low as if attempting to see beneath the blanket. Instead his hand did the seeing for him, fingers breaching your pants and underwear; tips stroking your soft cunt. He couldn’t help the little twitch of a smile the moment he felt you release a strangled breath, using two long fingers to spread you open to his hand.

And when your lips parted to speak, his own covered them; a gentle kiss that caused your mind to grow dizzy. You couldn’t help your legs spreading, hand wrapping around Thanos’s wrist the moment you felt him at your clit. He rolled his thumb so perfectly, applying delicious pressure to the little bud that caused you to see stars.

The moment you needed to breathe you regretted leaving his lips, seeing as you struggled to keep your voice down. He wasn’t even touching you much yet here you were, panting and releasing the softest moan. With a quick raise of your hand, you covered your mouth— teeth biting into the flesh the moment you felt a finger slowly sink into your wetness.

“Wish I could see..” The soft comment made you groan softly, hips rising the moment he began to piston his finger. Within moments a second was joining, scissoring you open and plunging deeper then your own fingers could. Your eyebrows knitted close, the pain of your bite washing away with each thrust of his digits.

“Thanos.. please..”

“Oh no.. keep your voice to yourself— I wouldn’t want anyone else to hear how pretty you sound.”

As usual his words held such a teasing tone, face moving back to your neck to kiss and bite gently. Even with his small request the man wasn’t making the situation any easier, especially when his thumb moved right back to your sensitive clit; rubbing those same dizzy inducing circles.

You felt way too good right now, your body practically shaking with how much you struggled to keep in. The thought of anyone waking up right now with you in this state — under the mercy of a certain purple-haired, tattooed rapper — was a thought you couldn’t even imagine without your heart pounding with anxiety.

The best thing to do would be to push him off before things progressed. You hadn’t a clue how far he wanted to take this, nor did you think it would end in time for the lights to cut on. And Thanos wasn’t a creep, he would listen to you the moment you expressed actual discomfort from the situation. But you weren’t, that pain you felt all day, that anguish; did truly wash away in seconds just from the flick of his fingers.

The thrusts against your velvety, soaked walls were perfect— your eyes rolling to find your skull the moment the ferocity increased. A metallic taste invaded your mouth from how bad you were biting yourself, but you didn’t care; it was a concern for morning [Name], not horny [Name] who was currently being cared for by the hottest contestant in this god forsaken place.

“Oh, all this clenching— you’re close aren’t you? Can barely get my fingers out.”

The smile in his speech was obvious, breath fanning against your skin as he urged you more and more; curling his fingers just right to hear your muffled sounds peak into a small squeal.

Your nails dragged across his tattooed hand, feeling it flex with each movement of his fingers. Your mind was growing cloudy, barely being able to register the words that were being pressed right against your ear.

“How about I get a taste, huh? Wanna come all in my mouth, mama.. it’ll be such an easy clean up.”

Before you could even think to speak Thanos was pulling his hand out from within you. You had little time to protest when you felt him grabbing your blanket, pulling it over his body as he crawled down your own. Your eyes slowly widened, realizing his words and actions; a new sheen of sweat finding your skin. Your nerves were on fine at this point, inner mind screaming to tell him to do anything else but that.

However, the moment you felt him pulling down your pants and his lips finding your pretty cunt, all hope was lost. The back of your head quickly found your pillow, hand going right back to your mouth to bite down even harsher than before. His tongue exited his mouth in a long stride, gliding across your wet center, and parting you easily.

Thanos created similar ministrations with the tip of his tongue like his thumb, circling your bud and slowly pulling it between his lips. There, he began to suck, the sound noisy but muffled by your blankets and other’s snoring.

Muffled gasps pushed against your skin, hips rising and legs closing around his head; bringing him even closer to you. The peak that was steadily approached seemed to pick up speed far too quickly, your mind turning to mush.

No more were you number so-so, victim to madmen and their sick games. No, you were simply [Name], moaning wantonly with little care for the environment around you.

Your other hand slithered under the blanket, finding his hair and tugging the soft tresses; feeling them stick between the gaps of your fingers. Shamelessly you rubbed against his face, desperate for that sweet release. Your pussy convulsed with each struggled breath you took, stars impeding your vision as you got closer and closer.

You felt it before you heard it, Thanos’s sweet urges right into your pussy. His wet words of make me a mess, pretty girl— don’t hold back on me now, causing you to tip over the line.

His mouth latched to you, drinking up your release as if you tasted better than any drug within his cross. It didn’t help he was practically praising your taste, a sloppy groan being delivered right into your pussy. Gingerly, Thanos licked you clean, assuring not a single drop was left.

Only when the man was fully satisfied did he let up, climbing up from the blanket and popping his head out to look down at you.

“See, it helped— you can barely keep your eyes open right now.”

You released a soft breath, a mix of a chuckle and a sigh as you stared up at the man. “You gonna let me sleep now?” You spoke softly, watching his wet lips curl into a gentle smile.

“Of course. Good night, [Name].”