#I won’t need it long so I’m soaking up the relief now

[lupi-usque-ad-finem]

i fucking LOVE being a werewolf w a mobility aid rn. it’s like yeah no shit a wulver would absolutely use a 25 y/o cane they mysteriously inherited from their elder

[dontopenfairies]

“Oh no,” I hear him say quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

He nuzzles his head into my shoulder. “Mommy,” he says.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“This is really embarrassing, but I…I just pooped a little.”

“You just have undies on.”

He lifts his head back up. “I know. I, um, kind of forgot.”

“How could you forget something like that?” I ask, rubbing his back.

“You had me in diapers for so long,” he says quietly, not looking at me.

“Are you saying it’s my fault?”

A very small nod. “Um, maybe…”

“How could it possibly be my fault that *you* went poop in your pants? And what are you doing with that naughty hand?” He’s grabbing his crotch through his pants.

“Nothing,” he says. “I, um…I really need to go pee.”

I gently slip his hand away and he buries his face in my shoulder again. There’s a wet spot forming where his hand was, like he’s been dripping for the past several minutes. “Baby, why don’t you stand up and go to the bathroom?”

“I’m scared,” he whispers. “If I stand up, it’s all going to come out.”

“No it won’t! You’re a strong boy. You can hold it together. Come on, let’s assess the damage.” I start to stand, trying to pull him up by the wrist but he twists away.

“I’m serious,” he says. “I’m really going to pee myself.” He’s squirming now, squeezing his thighs together. I sit back down with him.

“How much did you poop?”

“Only a little bit.” He covers his face with his arms, hiding in the crooks of his elbows.

“Okay,” I say. “Like, a dime-size?” He nods, and I can see the blush in his ears even with his face covered up. “Baby, do you just want me to bring you a diaper?” I lean in close and try to say it in a comforting tone. He keeps his arms up but nods vigorously. “I’ll be right back, sweetheart. Don’t move a muscle.”

When I get back I peel his limbs apart and he’s even wetter, a big round patch around his crotch. “Did you get, like, ‘I need to go pee’ signals at all, honey?”

“Um…I think so…it started to kind of hurt. But by then it was too late.”

“Aww,” I say, gently moving and helping him so that he’s lying down on the couch. “Lift up your butt so I can get your pants off. Don’t pee on my couch.” We do have a towel down, which I thought about moving today, and now I’m glad I didn’t. I ease his pants down. There’s a big brown streak down the back of his undies and the front is soaked.

“I thought you were ready for undies,” I say. “But if you’re still going to go poo-poo in your pants, I think you should stay in these.” I fluff the diaper.

“Don’t call it that,” he says.

“Which part?”

“Um…the…”

“C’mon, baby, tell me which word you don’t want me to say. I can’t read your mind.”

“Poo-poo,” he says. “It’s too, um, it’s kind of embarrassing.”

“Are you in a position to decide what’s embarrassing and what isn’t?”

“No, I guess not…Can you hurry, please??” His hips are wiggling and bucking and a long stream of pee runs down his thigh and soaks the towel under him.

“One second, honey, I need to wipe your butt.” He whines the whole time. “Shh,” I say. “Stop that. Use your words.”

“Please, mommy, I need to pee.”

“This is your last chance to tell me you want to pee in the toilet,” I tell him. No answer. “Okay,” I say, pulling the diaper up through his legs. I hear him audibly sigh in relief, and I pull him up onto my lap. His thumb slips into his mouth and he starts sucking.

“Oh wow,” I say. “You really are just a big baby, aren’t you?” He’s all red again, shaking his head. He takes his thumb out of his mouth. “Oh, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I pull him closer in towards me. “Call me mommy again.”

“Okay, mommy,” he says quietly. I take his hand and guide his thumb back into his mouth. And I draw his head towards my shoulder and pet his hair.

“I love you,” I say, kissing his head through his hair.

“Mommy,” he says quietly.

“Are you going to need to finish going poop, too?” I ask, but I know he’s already pushing.

[humiliatingsluts2]

Daily Denial

I wake up early because the first thing I have to do is edge for fifteen minutes. While I’m still half asleep I slip my hand between my legs and find my cunt already dripping. I know my body is conditioned to expect my morning edge, and I’ve noticed every morning now I wake up needier and wetter.

I glance at the clock and confirm how long I’ll be edging: from now until 8:10am. I can’t avoid a small whimper escaping my lips as I rub. I let my hips gently move to grind against my fingers and I already feel myself reaching the edge. The pressure and sensation builds with each touch and I start panting softly. I start rubbing and humping harder. I can feel my wetness dripping down onto my thighs. I need to cum so badly, but I know I can’t.

In desperation for more relief, I finger my cunt instead of rubbing my clit. I need to feel full and I start fucking myself with my fingers. Instead of the immediate desperation to tip over into orgasm from rubbing my clit, I start to feel the familiar ache of denial building. I glance over at the clock. It’s already 8:08am. I shut my eyes and focus entirely on my cunt. I keep fingering and humping my hand until I’m almost certain two minutes are complete and check again: 8:11am.

Despite how hard edging is, I don’t want to stop. But I know my duties. I take my hand from between my legs. I’m embarrassed to see it covered in my wetness; my fingers are soaked. I suck them clean. Ever since my owner started forcing me to clean up after myself, this is the first thing I taste each morning.

I get out of bed and go make my breakfast. I flip open my laptop and bring up porn. I don’t get to choose the porn, I watch what my owner has sent me while I eat. Today he picked a video of a girl tied to a park bench and being fucked by several men. I feel my cunt throbbing while I finish my breakfast. The sounds of the pornstar gagging on cock fills my kitchen and I already know I’m going to need to edge again this morning. I message my owner, “Morning Sir. Please may I edge some more? This porn is so hot.” He replies a few moments later,

“Good morning slut. You may edge, but you’re going to be your own porn. Edge in front of your mirror and film it all. Watch how desperate you are.” I’m grateful for permission to edge, even though I desperately want to watch this pornstar get gangbanged for longer.

“What should I wear Sir?”

“Only heels.”

“Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

The moment I finish breakfast, I go back to the bedroom, strip, and kneel in front of my full length mirror. I realise in shame that I wasn’t even told to kneel, I just knew I belonged there. I take my heels from under my bed, and feel even more shame at realising these pink heels had only ever been worn for edging. I put them on and prop my phone up on the floor. I angle the camera to picture my entire body and face. I know what Sir will want. Even seeing myself in the camera viewfinder is making my cunt wet again. My naked body and throbbing cunt look like porn already.

I take my vibrator from beside the bed and press record. I start watching myself in the mirror instead. I can already see how horny I am: my face is flushed and as I turn the vibrator on I open my mouth and start to moan. Immediately I’m on the edge. I press the vibrator on my cunt and watch my body respond. I feel the need to cum already. My body shakes as I reach the edge. I lock eyes with myself in the mirror and turn the vibrator up. The desperation to edge is overwhelming, and I feel tears pricking my eyes. I know I need to edge hard. I know I need to cum. I know I need to do as I’m told. Every muscle in my body is tensed as I see how far I can push myself. I hear myself moan. I feel my cunt contract and tense as I get closer. I tear the vibrator away and fall forward onto my hands and knees. I won’t cum.

My breathing is heavy while I recover. I gently stroke my cunt to feel how sensitive I’ve become already. I take the vibrator and lick it. I’m becoming addicted to the taste of my own edging. I glance at the camera and think about my owner watching. I smile and start licking the vibrator enthusiastically. I picture sucking my owner’s cock while I edge and before I know it I’ve started edging harder again. I put the tip of the vibrator in my mouth and start sucking it slowly while I edge. I always think I look my best with something in my mouth.

I decide to edge hard one more time and then send the video to Sir. I start slowly trying to deepthroat the toy, I want to get some drool on my tits too. I keep watching myself. I focus on my cunt and how wet it is. I can see it dripping from my fingers, and I rub my clit harder. I need to cum. I need it so badly. For a second, I almost consider doing it, without permission. I don’t know how I’d be punished, but it feels worth it. The relief would be so much. I feel myself get closer and closer. I picture cumming, I picture how it will feel. And I stop. I won’t cum without permission. I can’t.

I lick my fingers clean and stop recording on my phone. I immediately send the video to my owner. It’s over half an hour long. I finish cleaning up and wait on the floor naked for him to respond. The feeling of being such a good edgeslut is so comforting and my body is glowing with pleasure.

—

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[theprettynosferatu]

I mean, it can’t hurt, right? Just… as an experiment. Yes, an experiment! I have been practicing a lot lately, after all. If someone had told me how hard it is to actually edge, to reach that perfect point and just… stop, I’m not sure I would have started doing it. But I AM getting better at it! If he could see me it would be sooo… but I’ll have another session soon, and I want to be able to tell him that I’m doing it, I’m following the program, that I’m doing well in therapy for once, that unlike all those other hacks he made me better…

I’m tired, and I know it’s harder for me to hold back when I’m tired… but at the same time I have to be able to control myself. That’s what he said. It’s all about impulse control or something… and if I fail and go over? No, I can’t be too hard on myself. But at the same time he would be disappointed. I don’t want to imagine that. Not that he ever tells me he is disappointed, but I can tell. I could almost imagine him looking so sad the few times I accidentally came… I need to make him proud. I need to train more. Sure, I have to work tomorrow but one edge, just the one…

Fuck, I love social media. It’s like… the algorithm knows how to push me deeper and deeper… and I feel less alone, knowing there are so many people gooning and edging and encouraging one another. To think I was ashamed of the stuff I liked before! Like, admitting that watching a girl being spanked turned me on would get me red like a tomato. Now… a spanking does nothing for me. I need more, and the screen delivers. It’s so fucking good to see so many good girls, drooling and edging like me and writing on their skins what willing fuckholes they are… The words come to me and I’m muttering them… cunt… useless toy… living cumrag… I’m not sure I can stop myself from mumbling anymore. I watch them smile before getting their stupid mouths fucked by a huge cock, shutting them up and turning them into the useful dolls they are…

Jesus! That was close. I didn’t expect to hit the edge so quickly! My pussy must be more sensitive lately. Makes sense. Two weeks without cumming is a long time… but he looked so proud of me last session… no way I can throw that away for a moment of relief. I’m in control. Not my body. Me. 

Okay, I did it. Time to get some much needed rest.

Fuck…

Turning in bed. My cunt is soaked and it’s insistent, demanding. I have to work tomorrow. I can’t… I put my pillow between my legs. I don’t know why I feel like it will calm my pussy down a bit. I’m making no sense. Fuck, thinking that made me wetter. I’m making no sense. I’m dumb. I’m stupid. I’m just a horny bitch in heat…

My hips move on their own. I’m not entirely awake, not entirely asleep. I’m almost… not there. Like I’m just watching my needy body hump the pillow, like I’m merely a passenger and my stupid, horny body is taking over…

No. No. I’m in control. I won’t cum. I won’t…

That was too close. Much too close. But I did it. I stopped right at the edge. I didn’t cum. 

I was a good girl.

Good girls edge. That’s not something the therapist said. At least I don't think so. I saw it online. But he explained edging to me, so he must want me to be a good girl for him, right? No, that’s silly. He’s a professional. He’s teaching me control. I want to learn from him. I want to be a good girl for him. I want him to…  

It’s two in the morning already. Time slipped by like… like it was soaked by my pussy juices. I like that image. My needy cunt is so permanently wet even time gets slick. I might be going crazy. I need to snap back to reality. I need to focus. Tomorrow I have to work, and I’m already going to be running on like, five hours of sleep.

Well, I’m going to be fucked tomorrow either way, right? Not much difference between five hours of sleep and four. And I do have a few audios saved…

One more edge. That’ll be all.

God, I love how audios make me feel. As soon as I put the headphones on and that low, barely audible pulsing sound comes on, I can feel a tingle snake all over my skin. And her voice… It’s so soft, so gentle, so caring… and so desperate at the same time. I don’t know how many times I’ve listened to her, but it always makes me feel… like she’s holding me. Guiding me. Telling me what I am. What I could be. What I should be.

I know I’m saying the words out loud. I couldn’t stop myself from doing it even if I wanted to anymore. The girl in the audio and me, we are one and the same. I can’t tell where the audio ends and my mind begins. Her words are my words. The only part of me that remains is the watchful eye that’s always alert now, always ready to pounce and stop me from going over the edge.

Edging makes me better. Edging makes me sluttier. Edging makes me prettier. Edging makes me more obedient. Edging makes me a slave to my cunt. Edging makes me better. Edging makes me sluttier…

I can feel him railing me in his office. I can taste his cum on my tongue. I can see the pleasure in his eyes, the way it gives me purpose…

Shit! That fantasy almost got me. I can’t be the only one that thinks about their therapist that way, right? No, no judgment. No shame. That’s what he says, so surely he wouldn’t begrudge me a little kinky fantasy starring him… 

I wonder if I should tell him. Fuck, that would be amazing. To look into his eyes and tell him every detail that my mind conjured up, how I want him to take over my mind, to tell me what to think, what to wear… who to be. 

Twenty past four in the morning. Four-twenty. I should sleep, but come on. Timing’s too good. One joint, one more edge, and that will be it. Weed always makes edging better, anyway. I feel so… happy. I don’t have another word for it. Bubbly. Happy. Slutty. Maybe I should make someone else happy like me… 

I should probably buy like, a mask or something, just to be safe. But I don’t have one now and I want them to see all of me… I want every inch of my body to be porn, to make someone happy… It doesn’t matter who. I need to be useful. I go on the website.

I blame the lack of sleep and the weed. I’m not dumb. I’m… it’s just… good girls are porn. Fuck, that feels good to say. I log on and…

There it is. Of course, first try. A stiff cock. I can’t see the owner’s face, and I don’t care to. I vaguely remember a time when I would have felt disgusted. Now I can’t think at all. Mu pussy clenches in anticipation, and my hand rubs it softly, insistently. We share the moment in perfect peace, masturbating as one, both mindless and entranced by our own bodies…

Suddenly, the fear comes. I want to be useful. I want… I need to make that cock cum. That’s my purpose. That’s all I want to be. But what if I can’t? How can I know exactly what kind of slut this cock wants to cum to? What if I’m not… good enough?

Then, the man starts typing and the fear melts away, replaced by a warm blanket of peace. He tells me what to do. Suddenly, I don’t need to try anymore. I don’t need to think. I don’t need to worry. I don’t need to be anything but an extension of that wonderful cock. I don’t think I even read the words in any meaningful way. They bypass my brain and go straight to my body, and obedience is instantaneous. 

I’m on all fours, stretching my buttcheeks apart, struggling to look at the screen. I want to see it. I want to feel worthy. 

I barely catch myself. Seeing it tense up, hearing his moan, seeing his cock shoot cum for me, just for me… it almost makes me break my edge. I feel… proud. I feel perfect, as if I’ve found the exact corner of the universe that exists just for me to occupy, that wonderful purpose… He ends the video chat quickly. Maybe he’s embarrassed. It only shows me the dangers of cumming. Cumming brings bad thoughts. But edging…

Dawn arrives. I’ve been… away. I’ve become whoever, whatever the person on the other side of the screen needs me to be. I’m fuzzy. I know I’ve called someone daddy and begged him to sneak into my room at night… I know one woman made me spank myself with my hairbrush until I cried, and she came to my tears. I think I danced for a group of older men, but I can’t be sure. Maybe I… fell asleep at some point? I don’t know. Nothing feels real. I don’t feel real. I feel like a beautiful fiction. 

The alarm goes off. I should shower. Have a coffee. Go to work. Be a person.

Sure, I’ll do all those things. I just need one more edge to start the day…

Just one more…

I know I’ll have an amazing therapy session in two days.  

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[togrowoldinv]

Stress Relief

Milf!Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

When Wanda calls, you always meet up with her. Sometimes in her very roomy minivan

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, mommy kink, Wanda taking out some aggression, strap on use, fingering, semi-public car sex

Note: It’s midnight and milf Wanda is on my mind. Enjoy!

Wanda Maximoff Masterlist, Main Masterlist

When Wanda called you, you could tell she was upset. Her voice sounded desperate and loaded with anger. Her ex husband hadn’t shown up to the twins’ soccer game.

He never does, but still, Wanda thought maybe this time would be different. She said the boys went home with Pietro and she wanted to see you.

Wanda does this. She calls you when she needs a release because she knows you let her do anything to you. So, you wait for her outside your house now.

When she arrives, you get in the car and greet her.

“Hey Wands,” you say happily. She wears a look of distaste on her face. She’s really angry this time. You change your tone. Do you want to go eat or something?”

“Actually, I think I really just want to do this really quick and then get some sleep,” Wanda says. “Can we do that, honey?”

You nod. You don’t say no to her. Wanda turns off the car and moves her seat further back. The minivan is surprisingly roomy as she makes room for you to join her in the driver’s seat area.

“Come here,” Wanda says, gesturing to her lap. You climb over the center console and straddle her waist.

When you kiss her, you sink further into her body. It’s then that you feel the hardness in her pants. She really needs stress relief when she wears a strap.

“Oh,” you mumble against her lips as she ruts her hips up against your center. “Wanda.”

“You like that, baby?” She asks. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

You groan and kiss her harder. Wanda reciprocates and begins to take lift your dress up. Her hands work deftly to pull the material over your head. You really hope none of your neighbors can see you right now.

“I want you to ride my cock, sweetheart,” Wanda says. She opens her pants and pulls out the long, skin colored appendage.

She brushes the tip over your folds. Your wetness soaks the strap. Wanda coos softly as she slips the fake cock into you and lets you adjust.

“You okay?” She asks. You know it’s your last warning before she takes out her stress.

“I’m good, baby. So good,” you say.

“You take me so well,” Wanda says. She begins to move her hips slowly as the cock slips in and out of you. “So wet and tight.”

Your hips begin to move with hers and meet her movements. Every inch of the strap is deep inside you. Wanda is enamored by the way you take her.

Soon, Wanda picks up her pace. Her face twists in concentration as she plunges in and out of you in quick movements. You won’t last much longer at this rate.

“Fuck Wanda,” you moan out. “Take it all out on me, mommy.”

That encourages her to go harder and to kiss you again. Her kiss is sloppy, mostly her tongue and your open mouth from being fucked like this. You feel that familiar feeling in your stomach.

“I’m gonna come,” you say quietly. Most of your energy spent on riding her.

“Come for mommy, baby. Show me how you’re a good girl who listens to me,” Wanda says.

Her words are enough to tip you over the edge. You come hard and fast onto the fake cock that Wanda still moves inside of you. She pulls out when you’ve relaxed against her, your head resting on her shoulder.

“Can you take care of me now?” Wanda asks. “Please.”

You nod against her before moving to kneel in front of you. She goes to remove the strap but you stop her.

“I want to suck your cock,” you say. Wanda doesn’t argue with that. She watches as you take the length in your mouth.

Wanda thrusts her hips to push the cock further down your throat. She pushes you to your limits but you enjoy the pleasure and the pain.

“Fuck that’s so good,” Wanda groans. “So fucking good.”

You move the strap to the side and rub your fingers over her folds as you continue to suck on the cock. Wanda’s hips stutter at the feeling of your fingers entering her.

She’s as wet and tight as you were. The feeling is so perfect as you fuck her with your fingers.

“Y/n!” Wanda shouts as she gets close to her peak.

You hum against her strap as your fingers pick up pace. Wanda comes hard against your fingers. You take your cum-covered fingers and suck them.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Wanda says. Her eyes are glued to yours.

She pulls you back up to straddle her lap. You kiss her fervently.

“Do you feel better?” You ask her, breathless from the kiss.

“I do. Thank you,” Wanda says. She glances at her watch. “I really have to be going now.”

“So soon?”

“Oh, you’ll be okay without me, sweetheart. I’ll call you when I need you,” Wanda says. Her voice is filled with faux pity.

You pout a little but Wanda kisses it away. The two of you get clothed again and you kiss her goodbye.

When you get out of the car, you see your neighbor Natasha eyeballing you. You wave and she chuckles as she waves back. You wonder how much she saw, and why you don’t mind if she saw it.

You’ll always answer Wanda’s call and let her take you anyway she pleases.

[luveline]

Can I request Eddie and R tending to each other’s wounds (given they both survive the demobats in the UD)?

ty <3 fem!reader, 1.4k 

cw canon typical violence

“You’re sweating like crazy.” 

“Eddie, that’s the sort of thing you don’t say to a girl,” you say, hands shaking hard as you ruffle through the duffle bag at your side. Your knees burn like they’re on fire, your arms raked with claw marks, but Eddie’s been minced. If you hadn’t climbed your way back to him with the makeshift flamethrower at his feet, Eddie would probably be dead. Scorched demobat is a gross smell. 

“What are you so scared of? It’s like, running down your cheek,” he says. 

“Shut up,” you say, glancing back, hoping Dustin will be right behind you. You hadn’t stopped to make sure he was alright. What if he’s hurt too? “Seriously, just don’t talk. You’re gonna bleed to death and die and your last words are gonna be about how sweaty I am.” 

You peel back a soaked square of gauze from his waist and smash a clean one overtop to soak up the pooling blood. Eddie gasps in agony, writhing away from your touch, but to his credit, his voice is strong as he says, “Shit, true. I can make them better. How about, um… oh. You’re smoking. Like, seriously gorgeous. That better?” 

Your eyes sting as you turn your face to your shoulder, cupping his cheek, his blood wet on your fingers and staining his skin red. “How would you know? It’s dark out.” 

“I’ve seen your face in the light hundreds of times. I know what I’m talking about.” 

He would’ve been turned to mulch without your rescuing. There are split cuts all over him, it’s awful, and you won’t be able to fix him yourself here, but you don’t have to. You just need to stop his bleeding and help him deal with the pain until Dustin makes it through. The two of you can drag him to safety. 

Maybe the best way to do that is to let him tease you. “You really think I’m pretty?” you ask, pressing another piece of gauze over this second one, wincing when he lets out a pained gasp. 

“Are you kidding?” 

“I thought you liked, you know, the really pretty girls, like–”

“You are a really pretty girl, are you kidding? Don’t fish for compliments.” 

You shake your head, laughing, half-terrified. The blood isn’t slowing. “Eddie, I have to press down harder, okay? I’m sorry.” 

“Just do it,” he says. You dig the heel of your palm into his side. “Fuck!” 

“You’re really not gonna like this next part,” you warn, pushing his legs flat to the floor. 

You climb over his thighs and sit on his lap, hand twisted to cover his wound and the other peeling the paper covering off of another sterile square of gauze. Eddie swears like a sailor as you squeeze down, the majority of your upper weight being pressed to his open wounds. It would be an uncomfortable sensation without the cuts. You know it’s torture. 

“Oh, god,” he says, “I think I’m gonna be sick.” 

“That’s a great reaction,” you say, lifting the edge of the leftmost gauze. The blood pools but doesn’t gush down his side. You sigh in relief. “Oh, thank god.” 

“Maybe don’t say stuff like that sitting on my crotch.” 

“Are you for real?” You meet his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. “You’re really thinking about your dick right now?” 

“Of course not, I’m a gentleman, but you’re kind of on top of me and it’s been a really hard week.” 

You burst out laughing. He gags in pain and turns away. 

The cavalry arrives not long after that, though it feels like hours. Together, somehow, you drag Eddie back to the gate, and things get a little blurry after that. 

—

You’ve never been so tired in your life as you are right now, but you’re so relieved that the world has taken on a golden quality, and Eddie looks golden too. 

His hair is wet. You think Wayne might’ve washed it for him over the bath; it’s been greasy for a week while his stitches started to heal up, and he spent it in Steve’s bed. The only good thing about having absent parents apparently is being able to harbour a fugitive without being noticed, and anybody else who couldn’t go home without explaining their injuries. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks. 

“Mm.” You scrunch up into yourself on the couch, cradling your arm where it aches to your chest. 

“You’ve been sleeping all day. Figured I’d make sure you weren’t in a coma.” You think about poor Max. He must see your wavering expression, sitting on the couch by your legs with an apologetic smile. “She’s doing even better today. Sinclair thinks she was squeezing his finger, so that’s something.” 

“Can’t believe all that stuff really happened,” you mumble, the blanket pulled over your chin muffling your voice. It’s a wonder he can hear you. 

“Feels fake, right? I keep forgetting about it when I wake up, and then I have to stand and feel my stomach try to split open and remember I was bat chow.” He nods to your arm. “Still hurting?” 

It’s nothing compared to his. Your cuts didn’t need stitching, but the were deep still. You’ve only had the butterfly bandages taken off yesterday. The skin aches where the scar tissue is forming. “Sort of itchy,” you say.

“Yeah?” He pulls a little white tube from his pyjama pants hesitantly. “Maybe I can help?” 

“What’s that?” 

“Non disclosed ointment. Pretty sure it’s the good stuff from Mike’s girl’s government friends.” 

They’re gonna clear Eddie’s name, apparently. So far they’ve done a whole lot of nothing while Hawkins falls apart around you. Well, besides the drugs. They’ve given out plenty of painkillers. 

Eddie shuffles closer to you and takes your arm into his hand. “Her name is Eleven,” you say. 

“I know.” He pushes your sleeve up over the bump of your elbow to expose the worst of your scarring. 

You think he’s aware of what you did that day to save him. He’s been achingly nice to you since he woke up. Even when he couldn’t walk, he’d been shouting down the stairs from Steve’s room to check if you were alright on the couch. Usually met with a chorus of Shut the fuck ups, it had been sweet, if a little embarrassing to have to call back. I’m okay. Thanks! 

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something,” he says. 

You watch him uncap the ointment and squeeze a ball of it onto his finger. It’s semi-translucent, smelling of arnica with a bit of kick to it. He turns your wrist gently in one hand and begins to trace the lines of your scars one by one, as gentle as anyone’s ever touched you, his pinky finger suspended and shaky as he draws toward the crook of your elbow.

“Well, don’t leave me waiting,” you say eventually. 

“Right, just. I’m trying to be braver. It’s not working in my favour yet.” 

You laugh. “No, really?” 

“But you saved my life. Everybody knows it. You and Henderson saved me, and I can’t make it up to you. This,” —he smooths ointment over the ridge of your cruellest scar— “is permanent. And scaring you like that, I mean. I shouldn’t have gone back in, and I should have kept running, it was selfish, trying to do a good thing and…” He holds your arm in his hands and meets your eyes. You don’t see a trace of the shrill, loud boy you’d spent the last two weeks with. “Getting you hurt.” 

“I got hurt trying to save the world,” you say. “‘Cos, you know, not everything’s about you…” 

His smile is slow as molasses and doubly sweet as he wraps his arm behind your shoulders. He’s careful, you’re both fragile right now, but he squeezes you and laughs warmly against your ear and he’s back to the Eddie you remember. “Everything is about me. It’s totally about me, babe, and you’re just jealous.”

He rubs your back. 

“You know,” he adds, hand trialling lazily to the small of your back, where it stays, “I wouldn’t be here without you. So if you need anything, just let me know.” 

“Yeah, okay.” 

“Yeah?” he asks, pulling back. He kisses your cheek as he does, his hands falling on top of yours. “Alright. You’re still smoking hot, you know that? The scars are sick. You’re cool now.” 

Your fingers twitch against his palm. “Thanks, Eddie.” 

[lionizingheathen]

Hiii

This is my first time making a request but can you do more of fwb Sirius x reader pleaseee I love your writing btw!! Thank youu - Request

I’ll do my best!

Sirius Black x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex female receiving, penetrative sex, unprotected sex

SMUT UNDER THE CUT

Sirius Black kissing you roughly against the wall of his bedroom could be considered a religious experience, but it was also one that needed to stop because at some point, you were gonna fall.

There was gonna be strings.

You needed it to be over before that happened.

“We cannot keep doing this, Sirius.” Your tone was firm, but both of you knew that you didn’t mean it… How could you possibly mean it when he smiled at you like that, when his hands felt this good on your body… He knew that his time was nowhere near over.

“Right, love… You said the same thing last time… and the time before that-.” You placed your hand over his mouth, knowing that that was your only chance at getting a word in edgewise around him… Sirius Black was great at a lot of things, talking being his forte.

He could talk his way into and out of any situation very quickly, and right now you needed him to learn to fucking listen.

“Right, but I’m being serious right now.” You said, slipping your hand from his mouth to reveal a crooked grin.  Fuck… Yeah, that was something you should’ve known would happen.

Idiot.

“Funny, I thought-.” You cut him off again, pressing him against the wall as you shook your head.  If he was gonna keep being like this, he could get himself off, and there didn’t need to be a ‘one last hurrah’ between the two of you.  Easy as that.

“If you wanna get fucked tonight, you won’t finish that joke.” You said firmly, and you saw actual remorse in his eyes as he nodded, putting his hands up in surrender.

Pussy-whipped. 

“Right…” He leaned a little closer, pressing a soft, quick kiss to your lips, catching you by surprise. “Sorry.” He mumbled, and you sighed, shaking your head… God, he made it so fucking hard to stay mad at him sometimes.

That was half the reason why you’d tell anyone not to start fucking their best friend ‘no strings attached’… It was almost impossible to break it off.

“Don’t be sorry.” He nodded, looking relieved.  Right, because apologizing isn’t your strong suit… What we’re about to do is. “But this is the last time… So make it count.” You said, seeing a grin on his lips again as you were pulled close for a long, lingering kiss, one that made your knees buckle as you pressed against him, feeling the hardness of his cock through his pants.

Fuck, you wanted him inside you.

“Oh, I will.” He murmured, slipping his hand under your waistband quickly, finding your clit an instant later.  You gasped, your thighs closing around his hand as you looked him deep in his eyes, intent on not letting him know just how much this was getting you, even this little touch… He was electric, he always had been, that was part of the problem with breaking it off.

You always found yourself looking for a recharge.

“Merlin, you’re already soaked.” He breathed, sounding mystified, like that was something new and not something that happened every single fucking time that the two of you were together… You’d think that he was at least a little used to it by now.

“Your fault.” You grunted, grinding your hips down against his hand with a gasp as you tangled your fingers into his long hair, chasing any sort of relief that he was willing to give you right now, sort-lived or not.

You needed to cum.

“Can’t say I hate hearing that.” He brought his free hand up, placing it under your chin so that he could make you look up at him.  Fuck, he looked so good like this… So focused. “Unbutton your pants, I need to move more.” You nodded, pulling your hands from his hair in favor of unbuttoning your jeans and shucking them down your legs.

He let out a sigh of relief as he slid two fingers inside you and curled, making your knees buckle as you gripped onto the fabric of his shirt hard… You should’ve expected it but God… You were never prepared.

“Oh! Fuck…” You gasped, digging your nails into his shirt, hoping that he could feel the sting on his skin… You liked knowing that he was walking around with a reminder of what the two of you had done together.

Possessive?  Maybe, but come on… Sirius Black was fucking hot, anyone with a chance with him would do the same.

“Shit, listen to that…” You felt a hand clamp over your mouth as he worked his fingers in and out, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room as your cheeks burned… Why would he make you listen to this?  It was mortifying. “You’re so fucking easy for me.” He mumbled, sounding dazed as he curled his fingers deeper, making your jaw drop open as you squeezed your eyes shut, trying hard to think of what to say.

“Shut the hell up.” That wasn’t very eloquent, but it really summed up what you were feeling right now.  If he could shut the hell up, maybe you’d be able to keep your wits about you until he fucked them away.

He chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he brought his thumb around to circle roughly on your clit, all but shutting your brain off and filling it with one thought: Fuck me till I can’t walk.

God, he turned you into such a slut sometimes.

“You love it when I talk.” He punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers, making your thighs feel shaky. “This tells me that much.” He mumbled, and you gasped, shaking your head as you fought the urge to moan his name. 

Don’t give him that satisifaction just yet.

“You’re… Too cocky…” You breathed, hearing him chuckle as his free hand came down to grip roughly at your ass, squeezing it hard as you bit your lip.  Yours.  I’m yours right now.

“And you’re talking back a lot for someone who is so eagerly riding my fingers.” You rolled your eyes and sighed, working hard to make sure that you could still talk even as he ruined you… That’d drive him up a fucking wall, he liked it when you were speechless from him.

“You’re… Such… A… Dick…” Each word was punctuated by one his thrusts, and the final one was followed with a dark chuckle.

“Seems like you want my dick.” He mumbled, and you nodded, betraying yourself… It was all you wanted right now, you wanted him to be filling you up, you wanted your face pressed against the wall while he fucked into you hard and fast from behind, whispering all the dirty, nasty things going through his mind.

You needed that.

“… Please.” He paused, his cocky energy only seeming to grow.

Come on…

“Yeah?  Want me inside you?” He asked, sounding just as desperate as you were feeling.  You nodded frantically, head hanging forward as you groped around before finding his cock, pressing your hand against it through his pants.

You want me just as bad as I want you.

“Mhm!  Yes, please Siri… Please fuck me.” You gasped, hearing him let out a low moan as he slid his fingers out of you.  No… You didn’t want him to stop touching you, not even for a moment.

You needed him to need you as much as you needed him.

“Shit…” He slid his fingers into your mouth, making you gasp as you sucked them clean, keeping eye contact with him the whole time.  He let out a shaky moan when he slid them free, kissing you slowly, messily. “God, I have to taste you.” You watched as he slid to his knees, pulling your pants and panties fully off before he ducked his head between your legs, tracing his tongue over your cunt.

Oh god…

“Ah… Sirius…Sirius…” You whimpered, chewing on your lip as your head lulled back against the wall… You could’ve easily stumbled to his bed, and you were hating that you hadn’t at this point, because it was so fucking hard to stay upright.

Sirius, however, seemed content on his knees, pressing you against the wall with a thigh over his shoulder.  He seemed to be good anywhere, so long as it was touching you.

“Mmm… Taste so fucking good…” He gasped, and you bit the back of your hand as you spread your legs further, pressing your back against the wall as you ran your fingers through his hair, shivering at the feeling of his tongue against your clit.

God, he was so fucking good at giving head.

“Sirius, please…” You groaned, not wanting him to stop what he was doing but also needing him inside you… An impossible conundrum to be in.

“Wait.” That command was easier said than done, you were already close to coming undone… and while you could easily cum again on his cock, you just wanted to be full.

“Wanna cum on your cock… Let me cum on your cock, please!” You begged, not caring if someone heard you at this point, because if your friends didn’t already know you two were fucking then they were purposefully ignoring it.

He pulled back, wiping his face on his arm with a grin before he stood up and undid his pants, letting them slide down his thighs.  You reached down, shucking his boxers down with it, moaning to yourself when his cock was visible, hard with a drop of precum on the tip.  You wiped your thumb across it, bringing it to your mouth to taste with a groan.

Fuck, he tasted good.

“When you put it like that… How could I say no?” He asked, and you bit back a grin as he flipped you around, pressing your face against the wall as you arched your hips out and spread your legs, feeling his hand slide over your ass and down to your cunt, tracing over it lightly.

Fuck me already.

“You’d have to be cruel.” You said, your breath catching as you felt the tip of his cock rest against your cunt… It took everything in your power not to press your hips back, to take him inside you right now… But you waited.  You waited for him to make the move.

“And I’m anything but that.” He breathed, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck as he thrust inside you, making you gasp at the sudden fullness.  He moaned himself, massaging your hips softly as he kissed across your shoulders, making you shiver.

“Oh…”

“Fuck… You feel good… So good…” He gasped, thrusting hard and deep, moving slowly at first… God, ti was like he was trying to melt your brain with each movement, and it was fucking working, it was working so well, there was no fighting it at this point.

You were his to use.

“Sirius!  Sir-.” You felt his hand on your mouth a moment later as he sped up his pace, making your vision go white for a moment… God, there was no one like him, nothing had ever felt as good as being fucked senseless by him.

“Sh…” You whimpered against his hand and reached down, rubbing at your own clit as he moved quicker, seeming to be reaching his end.  Good, me fucking too. “Someone could hear us.” That made you laugh a bit as he pulled away.

“Why would… They be listening…” You breathed, knowing damn well what he meant… Anyone would be listening if you couldn’t quiet down enough to ensure that this was a secret.

“Never too careful.” He grunted, his fingers digging into you as sped up a bit more, knocking the wind out of you… God, this was perfect, but it wasn’t everything yet.

You needed it to be everything, you needed him like you needed air right now.

“Oh, fuck… Harder!” You gasped, and he paused for a moment, which was like… The opposite of what you wanted from him - how hard was it to just listen to the instructions that he was given?

“You’re sure?” His question was soft, gentle, and one he’d asked a thousand times before, but you’d never get tired of hearing it… It was a good reminder that he cared.

“Mhm. Harder.  Please.” Each movement that followed put the last to shame, making your head spin as you moved quicker against your own clit, wanting nothing more than to cum on his cock.

He gripped your hips, moving you against him even as he thrust mercilessly.

Yesyesyes.

“Take it, good girl… Take it…” He grunted, thrusting so hard that your knees gave out, and his arm around your waist was the only thing holding you up as your vision greyed out, a familiar coil in your stomach.

“Gonna cum…” He paused for a moment, something that made you think that maybe he was cruel.

“Wait… Wanna cum with you, wait.” You whimpered, shaking your head… God, you weren’t sure if you could wait any longer at this point… You fucking needed to cum, what was hard to understand about that?

“Sirius, please!  Pleasepleaseplease-.” He cut you off.

“Now.  Cum for me.” He insisted, and you weren’t sure what it was, but something in his voice made you come undone as his thrusts became sloppy, his cum filling you up in a way that made you shiver.

“Oh… Fuck, yes!  Yes, Sirius, yes… I’m.. Ha…” You gasped, your orgasm shooting through you as you collapsed against the wall, feeling him heavy against you, still deep in your cunt as he caught his breath.

Fucking hell.

“Merlin, that was good.” He breathed, rubbing your hips softly as he pulled out of you, making you wince a bit at the sting… It never hurt going in, but sometimes if he was rough enough, it stung a bit coming out, no fault of his… Fault of both of yours, really.

“Ha…” You breathed, feeling him press a soft kiss to your shoulder before he turned you around, wrapping his arms tight around your waist so that you could bury your face in his shoulder for a moment, both of you breathing heavily before you broke apart to get redressed.

You grimaced as you pulled your panties back on, knowing that you should clean up… But you’d do it later, you wanted to feel the reminder that the two of you were together now.

“Good one to end on, eh?” He asked, his cocky grin making you roll your eyes as you sighed, shaking your head.

Would there very really be a ‘one to end on’?  You’d both always want more.

“Oh come off it…” You leaned in, kissing him softly before you pulled away and looked down, buttoning his pants for him. “I’ll see you back here again tomorrow.” You insisted, patting his cheek.  You walked towards the door first, knowing the drill - you first, him about a minute later, even if there was just one person outside that door.

You waited to hear his response.

“Brilliant.” As expected.

[luvzshy]

pregnant!reader x Billie when she had a traumatic birth and Billie and magpie are there with her 🥹

a/n: hi so idk i feel like this is a little dark or smth but here u go bby, i hope this is what u wanted MWUAK💕✨

Heartbeats in the Dark

The hospital room is a blur of beeping machines and hurried voices. The atmosphere grows tense as the hours drag on. The labor has been long and exhausting, and complications have started to arise. The pain feels unbearable, and it’s mixed with an overwhelming sense of fear.

Billie stands by the bed, holding your hand, but she’s visibly anxious. “You’re doing so well,” she whispers, trying to stay composed, though the worry in her eyes betrays her calm tone.

The medical staff becomes more urgent, voices overlapping. “We need to move now,” the doctor announces, and suddenly, everything speeds up. There’s no time to process as the decision for an emergency C-section is made. As the bed is wheeled away, Billie’s hand slips from your grasp, and for a heart-stopping moment, she’s gone, left standing in the hallway, helpless.

The operating room is cold, sterile. The weight of the situation presses down like a suffocating fog. Numb from fear and exhaustion, her body trembles uncontrollably. When Billie is finally allowed back in, she rushes to your side, her own tears barely held back. “I’m here,” she says, her voice shaky, brushing a hand through your sweat-soaked hair. “I’m right here.”

But the terror is real. There’s a deep, bone-deep fear that something might go terribly wrong. “What if…” The words choke out, barely audible, “What if something happens to the baby?”

Billie’s eyes fill with tears she’s trying so hard to hold back. “I’m scared too, baby,” she admits softly, her voice cracking. “But you’re doing everything you can. We’re going to get through this.”

Minutes feel like hours. The room is tense and quiet until finally, there’s a small, faint cry. Relief rushes in, but it’s fleeting. The baby is quickly taken away, needing immediate care. There’s no chance to hold them, no time to bond. Just a glimpse, and they’re gone.

Left in the silence of the room, Billie squeezes your hand tighter, pressing her forehead against yours. “I thought I was going to lose you,” she whispers brokenly, her voice hoarse. The fear of that moment is still raw, the helplessness cutting deep. “I was so scared. I should’ve done more.”

Your tears flow freely now, the emotional toll of the birth crashing down all at once. “I thought I was going to die,” you confess, voice trembling. “I couldn’t protect our baby. I couldn’t do anything.” The sobs come, wracking your body, and Billie holds on as tight as she can without causing more pain.

“You fought so hard,” Billie says through her own tears. “You’re still here, and so is our baby. You didn’t give up. You were so strong.”

But despite the relief of knowing the baby is okay, there’s an emptiness that lingers. What was supposed to be a joyful moment feels tainted by the trauma of the experience. Both of them struggle with the weight of it—the loss of those first moments with their child, the fear that gripped them for hours.

When the baby is finally brought to them, the room falls quiet. Holding your newborn for the first time, tears stream down your face again, but this time they are softer, a mix of joy and sorrow. Billie sits beside you, gently tracing the baby’s tiny fingers, her own tears spilling over.

“We made it,” Billie whispers, though her voice still trembles with the emotion of everything that’s happened.

But it’s clear things won’t just go back to normal. “I don’t feel okay,” you admits quietly. “I can’t forget how scared I was.” There’s a lingering sense of fear, a doubt about whether they can recover from this emotionally.

Billie’s hand tightens around yours. “You don’t have to be okay right now,” she says, voice steady despite her own pain. “We don’t have to be perfect. We’re still here, and that’s what matters. I’m not going anywhere. We’ll figure this out together, one day at a time.”

There’s no instant relief, no magical fix. The trauma of the birth will take time to heal. But as they sit there, Billie resting her head against your shoulder, their baby in their arms, they find a small sense of peace. It’s not the ending they imagined, but they survived—together. And that, for now, is enough.

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

restless*

warnings: smut, masturbation, oral sex, allusions to sex

pairing: boxer harry x reader

summary: yn is needy after seeing harry come home after a match, but he needs his rest

masterlist | taglist

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yn tosses and turns for what feels like the thousandth time in the past few minutes, a quiet groan leaving her lips when the throbbing between her legs just won’t go away. heaving out a sigh, she tosses the blankets off her body and climbs from the bed, begrudgingly reaching into her bedside table and grabbing her vibrator in hopes of some sort of relief.

she then quietly makes her way from the bed with a glance back at harry to make sure he’s still sound asleep before heading toward the guest room. closing the door behind her quietly, she tosses the vibrator on the bed before sliding her panties down her legs and discarding them somewhere beside the bed. no more time is wasted as she climbs on and gets comfortable against the pillows and spreads her legs. the chill of the air on her wet centre sends a shiver down her spine but she couldn’t care less as of right now.

there’s no time for teasing, so she grabs the toy and turns it on her favourite setting before simply pressing it against her throbbing clit, a small cry of relief leaving her lips at the feeling. the vibrations instantly plummet her into her own mind, memories of her boyfriend above her and taking her just the way she needs flooding her mind. unbeknownst to her, harry had woken up shortly after she’d gotten out of the bed and was in search of her with sleep dazed head.

she doesn’t even know that he’s walking down the hallway listening for her when he hears the buzzing sound and her soft mewls from behind the guest room door, stopping to investigate.

when he pushes the door open to the room, his cock stirs to life in his boxers as he sees her in the centre of the bed pleasuring herself. “oh, angel,” harry tsks, the sound of his voice breaking yn from the confines of her thoughts of him. she’s shocked to see him standing there, embarrassed even, as she hastily snaps her legs shut and fumbles around with the buttons on the toy. “why didn’t you wake me?” he questions, climbing onto the bed with her.

she’s quiet for a moment due to her embarrassment, averting her eyes until he places his hand on her thigh to coax her to look at him. when her eyes return to his and she sees no judgment in them, she feels comfortable responding. “you need your sleep. you just had a match,” she explains, her voice small.

“i know, sweet girl, but if you need me i can help you,” he responds, words genuine. his response pulls a scoff from her, making him raise his eyebrows in shock.

“i was not going to wake you up because i was horny,” her voice is firm now at how ridiculous he sounds.

that’s when his normal cheeky, dimpled grin forms on his face and he pulls her thighs apart. “okay, that’s fair, but i’m up now. you know it’s hard for me to sleep anyways when i haven’t had a taste of you,” he teases, reaching up with his dominant hand and running a finger through her soaked folds. he gathers some wetness on his fingertip before immediately honing in on her sensitive clit, a hum falling from his lips when he feels it twitch against him.

“no, h. your hand,” she manages to gasp, remembering the bruising and pain he’d received from the fight today. she’s squirming away from his touch, much to her dismay at the situation, but she knows he needs to rest that hand.

“i’m fine, angel. but if it makes you feel any better i won’t use it. how’s that sound, hm?” he questions, all playfulness gone from his voice as he knows she’s genuinely concerned for him. she thinks on his suggestion for a moment before she’s nodding her head and relaxing into the pillows once more. she’s not relaxed for long, though, as he immediately takes her clit into his mouth and begins to suck on it before flicking at it a bit, causing her body to tense and a gasp to leave her.

it doesn’t take long at all for her to get close, her orgasm creeping up on her just minutes after he gets his mouth on her. he’s alternating between sucking on her clit and licking into her folds, occasionally pushing his tongue into her somewhat neglected entrance. when she wraps her thighs around his head as she gets closer, he can’t help but groan against her, and the action immediately flings her off the edge with a loud cry of his name.

her body is stock still as her orgasm moves through her body in intense waves, and by the end of it she’s choking on her breath and pushing him away as he hasn’t stopped licking at her sensitive flesh. he reluctantly pulls away with that same grin on his face, not even bothering to wipe her cum off of it.

climbing up her body, he cages her in before craning his neck to press his lips to hers. they both marvel at the taste of her arousal on him, and soon he feels her tongue make its way into his mouth, pulling away before things escalate as she needs sleep as well. he gives her one last peck before speaking up. “there we go. are y’gonna be able to sleep now?” he teases, but he’s soon choking on his breath as he feels her hand quickly reach into his boxers and wrap around him.

her words are innocent as she responds. “no, not yet.”

~

[blueberry-boyfriends]

I want someone to control when, where, and how I get to orgasm. Keep me denied for so long, making me touch my wet and aching pussy every night for you before bed, but not letting me finish. Watch my every move and wait until I’m right on the precipice, breathy and shaky and eager, and then tell me to stop in that voice that I wouldn’t dare disobey. Do this over and over and over until I’m desperate, begging for you to let me keep going just this once, please I want to cum, I need it. But you never do. You promise I can cum for you soon, but not now.

This goes on for weeks.

I go about my days constantly thinking about how much I want to get off, my needy clit rubbing against the fabric of my underwear and a wet spot growing because I can’t stop leaking. I can feel it all the time, and my mind won’t stop wandering as I count down the minutes until I get home that night when I’ll get to touch myself again. I won’t be able to get off, but at least there’s a little relief from being able to touch.

And then I get a text from you. It’s a simple message, one I’d been waiting to hear for weeks now: “You can cum for me.” A thrill rolls through me, because finally, I’ll get to feel that release tonight.

Except a second message comes through: “You have 5 minutes to get off.” My heart skips, because maybe I’m at work, or getting groceries, or whatever, but in any case I’m in public. There’s no way I can get home in 5 minutes. I know this. You know this. The clock is ticking.

Maybe I drop everything and go out to my car. Maybe I find a bathroom, or a fitting room, or just a storage closet in the back of my office. But I know this is the only chance you’ll give me for a long time, and I don’t want to waste it. The second I have a moment of privacy my hand is in my underwear, and my clit is so sensitive to the touch of my fingers, slicked up from my own juices. It took me a minute or two to find somewhere to be alone, so I know I don’t have much time. I rub and finger and grind, sweat beading on my forehead and slick ruining my underwear as I get closer and closer, until finally the tension that’s been building for so long hits me full-force and I’m cumming so hard I have to clamp my other hand over my mouth so I don’t get caught. I nearly collapse where I stand, panting and shaking, my pussy still clenching as it soaks through my underwear with cum. Relief washes over my entire body.

Another message comes through right after, exactly five minutes since the last one: “Hope it was good. Next time we’ll go for a few months.”

[mvltisstuff]

lost in the fire - e.b

summary: when visiting the home of a newly divorced couple in their high-security home, things get very heated for y/n and buck.

evan buckley x reader

a/n: based on one of my fav s19 episodes 🤭 also sorry for typos i’m tired and i wanna go to sleep 😁

“damn it, oliver! you called the cops?” the woman yells when she sees the red and blue lights and blaring sirens.

“audrey, there is a fire if you didn’t notice! i called the fire department!” he argues back, then turning to the 118. “my wife was just burning all of our belongings together, and the fireplace just started sparking.”

“ex-wife.” audrey grumbles.

“ok, ma’am. we need to get in there, so why don’t you, sir, come get checked out.” bobby says, leading the husband to henrietta. “we heard there were some difficulties getting in so buck, y/l/n, go see if you can get those doors open and start hitting this thing from the middle.”

“on it, cap.” buck says and the two follow the wife back into the house.

“alright so, i created this whole system to keep this house in line and it’s all programmed a certain way,” she informs the firefighters beside her. she continues to ramble on about how long it took her and how she formed it all.

“ok, well why don’t we open it?” y/n asks, politely but with a little force as well. the woman places her hand on the buzzer of the door, and it buzzes a bright red color. “huh, that’s weird. i’ll try it again.” the second time she places her finger on it, the same thing happens but another warning comes up talking about the attempts left. she pulls her hand back and observes her thumb.

“looks like you blistered it trying to burn all that stuff, it probably won’t work even if you do it a few times.” buck says to her, giving her something to wrap around her blistered thumb.

“well, here, i’ll just try it again.” buck and y/n exchange a look of confusion and doubt that it’ll work, but they wait around for her to try and get the fire revealed to them. “ugh! shit!” they all turn around and look at the door of the garage sliding down into the locked mode.

“no, no!” y/n runs over and hits on the door, realizing she was too late to try and prevent it from closing. “well, that didn’t work. do you happen to have another way to get in?”

“i have a code,” they sigh out of relief because they can already feel the intense heat filling up the garage. “but it’s getting fixed right now. of course, i mean perfect timing for my house to burn down.”

“hey, your house will be ok, we just have to try and figure out how to get through this door.” buck reassures audrey, even though he also isn’t sure how to make it out of here. “when will the system reset?”

she mumbles quietly, looking down at her shoes and taking off her sweater. “maybe a few hours, at least.” buck groans out and looks over to y/n who has a face filled with disbelief. she pulls out her radio and speaks into it.

“cap, it might be a while before we get into the actual house. looks like we’re stuck in here.”

“we gotta get you guys out of there quickly, it is way too hot to be in there for too long.” bobby says, light panic fading through his voice.

“chim! eddie! go grab the jaws and try to pry this door open before our friends get cooked alive. get at the weakest parts of the door and try to break this code.”

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after what felt like days inside that garage, the temperature rises to 110°. they were practically baking inside, with thick beads of sweat falling down their faces. with no water or air, they were already dehydrated and could suffocate in this garage if they could not open it.

the clatter from outside becomes distant as the heat begins to get heavier on their bodies. they are already on the cool cement floor of the room, but even with that, their clothes are soaked. audrey sits over in one of the corners and y/n and buck sit in the other.

“if we ever get married, don’t burn our stuff.” buck says.

“you think i’d burn your stuff?”

“well you never know, that guy clearly didn’t see it coming.”

“we’re firefighters, buck. i think we’d know better.” she smiles at him through the feeling of the sun touching the earth's crust. “at least we’re in here together though.”

buck blushes like he has a middle school crush on her, even though they’ve been dating for a while. “me too, just wish it wasn’t as hot as the devil's ass in here.”

“i wish i had the keys, maybe crank the AC of the car,” audrey says from the corner, eyeing her car.

“AC sounds heavenly, but we won’t have AC again if we get carbon monoxide poisoning from the engine.” y/n tells her, leaning back. it seems like every option they have just get shut down immediately, placing them in more danger.

“buck, y/n/n, how’s it going in there?” bobby’s voice comes in through the radio again.

“pretty good for being in an oven, but uh, get us out please.” buck says. “temps hit 115°”

————————————————————————

heavy breaths and panting have become the only noise in the room. the heat was becoming unbearable, and faith was shrinking as the fire grew. the bangs and hits from outside became almost irrelevant to the heating thoughts in their thumping heads.

“this was not on my bingo card for this year.” buck tries joking around, but neither feels like it anymore.

“save your oxygen, honey.”

“just tell me to shut up, y/n.”

“alright, shut up buck.” she forces out a little smile while slumped against the wall. audrey was their concern, but she seemed to be in the same condition and there was nothing they could do. “i’m getting tired, that’s bad, huh?”

“hey, no, you have to stay awake. we have to get out of here, everyone’s working on it, right?”

“there’s no way they gave up.”

after a few more minutes, feeling like lightyears, they hear several loud hits to the weakest parts of the door. they see something wedge the door, but it’s almost like the heat and stress of the room have closed out their senses to get up and check. with several buttons of their tops undone to try and cope with the heat, they stay still in their spots, losing more and more energy.

the door busts up, and the garage door is thrown up, dents on the outside from the smashing and banging. the vision of the couple fades as they see eddie and chimney walking toward them, helping them both stand up and carry them out. two more paramedics help audrey, removing her from the garage and placing her in an excellent ambulance.

everyone from 118 and even the cops on the scene watch with amazement as the pair comes out in almost full gear, decked with sweat and taking short, slow breaths.

“severe dehydration and heat exhaustion, get them in the ambulance and crank the air conditioning. get them fluids and oxygen masks now!” chimney leads people to each other and y/n and buck sit in their own ambulances.

the relief in their bodies takes a few minutes, but eventually, the moisture evaporates and their heads clear out of the smokey heat. y/n, placed with hen in the truck, asks, “is buck ok? he was really hot, hen. he was so hot in that garage and audrey! is she doing ok, she didn’t look too bad in there, she had fewer layers but still-“

“they’re all okay, y/n. you did well in there. that’s a pretty badass story, too, stuck in an oven basically.” y/n looks out the doors to the ambulance and sees the contained fire, no longer roaring at the garage doors and the ceiling.

“can i see ev?” was her last question. and work from eddie is the same thing happened in his aid car.

“audrey’s good right?” buck asks eddie, pulling the mask away from his mouth.

“she’s fine buck, just relax.”

“where’s y/n? she was sweating a lot in there, barely heard me in there, is she alright?”

being able to stand up strong enough, y/n sneaks her way over to buck. she steps up into the ambulance. “sup, eddie.”

“sup, lava girl.” he teases. “i’ll leave you guys, keep that mask on, buck, or i swear to god-“

“bye eddie!” buck waves to him, smiling and putting the mask back around his mouth.

“pretty bad day, huh?”

“no, not at all.” buck says, surprising y/n. “you were in there with me.”

y/n lets out a cheeky grin at buck and sits closer to him. “you know i love you right?”

“of course, i know that, we just got cooked like hot dogs in there together,” she laughs and he looks into her shining eyes and red face. “and i love you, and i really hope you know that.”

“oh i know,” she says, leaning in to land a light kiss on his lips. he leans more into the kiss as it transforms into a far more passionate one than intended.

“hey!” hen yells from outside. “i left you alone for one minute and you’re already making out where i did not leave you!”

“i’d say sorry but…”

“save it, does eddie know you’re in here too?”

“yeah? he was here when i came in.”

“oh, ok then. diaz!” hen yells and walks away.

“someone’s in trouble with mama hen.” buck jokes and he brings her in for another kiss. “i heard someone say i was pretty hot in there, you didn’t have to flatter me like that.”

y/n slaps his shoulder and chuckles at his sly comments about himself. “i guess you did look pretty hot, but not as hot as that garage, baby.” she caresses the side of his face.

“oh i know somewhere else that gets hotte-“

“buck!” eddie’s voice echoes through the street, looking at buck with his hands thrown in the air. “really? what did i tell you? mask!”

buck shakes his head and then eddie points at y/n. “and you! you made me get in trouble with hen.” he starts walking toward the two of them.

“ok, maybe i should leave for my own ambulance.” she pecks his lips again and skips out of his truck.

“dirty fools, you two.” buck shakes his head and eddie smirks at the two, admiring the relationship they have together.

[sluttywonwoo]

bestie omg congrats on 12k!!! if u haven’t written for either of these yet and are doing members from other groups han jisung + “i won’t bite unless you’re into that” would b mmm zesty ♥︎

jisung’s back hits the mattress, punching the breath out of him. you’re on top of him before he can process what’s just happened, kissing down his neck.

“baby, let me ride you?” you mumble against him.

you’re already grinding on his thigh and jisung knows that if he weren’t wearing pants he’d be able to feel you soaking through yours.

“o-ok,” he says.

you pause and sit up. “are you sure?”

“yes!” he blurts immediately. “yes, i’m sure. please… take me.”

you and jisung haven’t been dating all that long, only a couple of months. you’ve done almost everything together except go all the way. mostly because jisung isn’t very experienced and he’s a bit self-conscious about it.

he’s had sex before… it just hasn’t been very good. and jisung really likes you. he wants needs it to be good for you. very good.

“you’re cute,” you say, kissing him again.

no, you, is what jisung wants to say. “unngh!” is what he actually says.

he’s been half-hard since he picked you up for your date and saw you in that short fucking dress but now, now he’s so hard it hurts and he can’t help hissing in relief when you finally unzip his jeans.

you don’t even bother taking his pants all the way off. you just yank them down enough to get his dick out and then work yourself out of your own jeans before throwing them on his floor.

“ready, ji?” you ask sweetly, wrapping your hand around his cock.

“yes, baby, please… need to feel you.”

“nervous at all?”

he hesitates. “a little.”

“don’t worry,” you tell him, “i won’t bite, unless you’re into that.”

the funny thing is that he probably is into that. he’s into anything that has to do with you, whatever that might be.

you jerk him a couple of times before positioning yourself on top of him. you tease the head of his cock with your arousal, tapping it against your clit.

it already feels too good. jisung throws his head back, accidentally banging it against the wall.

“oh my god, are you okay?!” you exclaim, letting go of his dick to assess where he hit his head.

“i’m fine, i’m fine i swear just please put it in!”

“ji…”

jisung grabs both your hands and brings them to his chest. “please, baby! i’m so hard for you, don’t make me beg any more.”

he lets go of your hands and you climb back on top of him with a sigh. “fine but if you have a concussion you can’t blame me.”

12k celebration

[somanyratsinthewalls]

Burning Hearts Chapter 20

HI

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC 

Summary: You’ve spent a year with Law and the Heart Pirates now. Law is still pressing to unlock the full capabilities of your devil fruit powers as a mythical zoan type, but you’ve got other things on your mind. You’ve uncovered Law’s plan to kill Doflamingo, but you’ve resigned to not stop him and accept the way things are meant to be. He needs you. Your heart lies half with Law, but half at home with the Straw Hats. 

WC: 2800

MINORS DNI ADULT CONTENT!!!

ALSO TW; mentions of past abuse, abuser makes an appearance, we've got a bit of a trauma situation

Burning Hearts Chapter 20: Stolen Property

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The ocean remained dark but gentle streams of sunlight trickled through the glass windows in Law’s captain’s quarters on the Polar Tang. These little glimmers of light nudged your eyes open and you stretched tiredly in Law’s arms. You smile, feeling rested for the first time in a long time. Maybe it was the peace and quiet of the bottom of the sea or maybe it was the relief of no longer having any secrets between you and Law… 

You feel the tickles of Law’s hair on the skin of your nape as he lowers his head to kiss your shoulder blade, making you giggle and push yourself back further into his secure hold. You flip yourself around so you can kiss his milky chest. 

“Mm…. Five more minutes…” Law grumbles, a smile evident in his voice. He grabs your hips and pulls you into him even more. 

“I never thought I’d hear you begging for more sleep…” You chide him as you continue to mouth at the soft skin on his sternum. 

“Maybe I just don’t want to get out of bed…” Law grinds your hips into his and you feel his morning wood against your front. 

“Well seeing as we smell like sweat and sex… we should probably shower before we go home. So the kids won’t suspect anything.” You chuckle. 

Law pulls his naked body back from yours briefly, skin releasing each others with a bit of a sticky pop… he had forgotten to clean you up before falling asleep… oops. He would have to remember to wash these sheets. 

“Ew…” Law softly remarks. 

“Ew?” You question, sitting up in bed. “You’re the one that blew your load all over me!” You toss the covers off both of you, Law shivers at the biting air of the room against his skin. “I’m going to start the shower, coming?” You say as you hop up from bed and head to the bathroom still fully nude. 

Law can’t help but bite his lip as he marvels at your naked ass as you trot off to the restroom. 

You enter the bathroom and grab two fresh towels from the cabinet to set them on the counter for later. You open the glass shower door and step inside to turn on the water. Stepping back out to wait for the water to warm up you notice yourself in the mirror. You turn to face the mirror fully. You notice little blue bruises on one of your breasts and on both of your hips. You ran your fingers over them. You were brought out of your trance by the steam from the shower tickling your skin. You gently step into the shower and release a deep sigh as the hot water soaks you completely. You push your wet hair back behind your ears and let the water hit your face. The shower behind you opens. 

“Room for me?” Law pokes his head in. 

“Always.” You smile over your shoulder. 

Law steps under the water with you and wraps his hands around your waist. 

“Mmmmph…” Law hums into your shoulder as he brings his hands up to grope at your slippery breasts. 

“Still hard, huh?” You tease. 

“How can I not be? I’ve still got you naked… I am but a man…” Law chuckles into your back as he tweaks your nipples. 

“Someone’s feeling bold this morning after finally getting laid…” You laugh and throw your head back against Law’s shoulder, turning your head to him. 

Law gives you a cheeky smile and leans in to kiss you, hands still spread across your torso. You break the kiss to slip your body around to face him. You reunite your lips with his and slide your hands down his chest. You grip his hard cock in one hand and begin to stroke him lightly. 

Law sucks in a breath and jerks back from your touch. 

“Fuck-“

“Let me show you something, okay?” You begin to drop to your knees in the shower, continuing to slowly jerk off Law the whole time. 

“Oh-oh… okay..” Law stutters out as he watches your wet face approach his member, your eyes hooded and full of lust gazing up at him. You gently held his hard length in one hand and wrapped your lips around his tip softly. 

“Shit!” Law immediately bucks into your mouth causing you to gag. “I-I’m sorry baby! Fuck!” Law brings his hands to your cheeks and pulls himself out, eyes searching to make sure you were okay. 

You lick your lips and smile. 

“I’m okay honey, can I have some more?” You ask, gripping his cock and bringing it to your mouth again. 

Law groans as he sees you wink up at him. 

“You can’t be serious…” You could swear he whined the words at you. 

You smirk and engulf his cock in your mouth. 

The deep, sinful moans that left Law’s lips as you blew him could have made you finish untouched. He desperately threaded his hands through your wet hair as he tried his best not to push his cock deeper into your waiting throat. With each swipe of your lips over his thick mushroom tip, Law let out increasingly louder whimpers and whines. 

“O-oh fuck… T-that’s n-nice baby…” Law, so flustered, coos down at you. 

You throat him to the base and Law moans so loud you can hear it reverberate off the tiled bathroom walls. 

“Shit-stop-“ Law stutters. “I’m going to-“ 

“Mmmhmm..” You hum around his length and move your hands to grip at his bony backside so he couldn’t pull back from your greedy throat. 

“Shit!” Law groans as his hands grip the glass shower wall behind him, knees wobbling slightly. Hot ropes of thick cum shoot down the back of your throat and the remnants onto your waiting tongue all of which you swallow happily. You giggle a bit as Law catches his breath. You rise from your knees and put your hands on his chest, admiring his flushed cheeks and the way his wet bangs stuck to his forehead as he panted. 

“Uh.. thanks..” Law smiles at you a bit shyly, like he didn’t have his dick in your mouth just now. 

“You’re welcome.” You lean up and kiss the tip of his nose. “Play your cards right I’ll even let you have the other hole sometime.” You laugh and start to lather up your sex-covered skin with soap.

Law groans. 

“Don’t fucking talk like that or we’ll never go back.” Law jokes as he tosses the washcloth at you. 

— — 

You spent the ride back to the Heart Pirates base curled up in Law’s arms as he piloted the ship back to the remote island you both called home for now. You wanted to soak as much time up with Law alone and feeling his touch as you possibly could. 

“We’re here.” Law says softly as he docks the ship. He kisses the top of your head gently. 

You climb out of Law’s lap and head out of the submarine, waiting for him on the shore as he finishes up on the ship. He eventually appears on the deck of the ship and crosses the gangplank to meet you on the beach. He grabs your hand and you walk together towards the base. 

“What if someone’s out cutting wood and sees us?”  You muse as you swing your arm playfully, fingers interlocked with Law’s. 

“If I’m off base you really think those degenerates are getting up early to cut wood?” He raises an eyebrow as he looks down at you at his side. You chuckle knowingly. 

“I am honestly a bit scared to see the state of the base, even after just being gone for some odd hours.” You could only imagine the discarded string cheese wrappers on the kitchen counter and used socks and towels littering the cool metal floors of the base in the absence of it’s captain. 

“I’d rather have a huge mess than Penguin calling me about how to use the washing machine again.” Law scoffs. “Or Ikkaku calling me to scream about us being out of almond milk again… or Uni crying to me because Jean Bart isn’t playing fair in dragons and duchesses…” 

“It’s dungeons and dragons. The game is called dungeons and dragons.” You correct Law, rubbing your thumb against the back of his hand as you continued to walk back to the base. 

“You would know… dragon lady…” Law rolls his eyes. 

“Okay comic book nerd.” You shoot back playfully. 

The two of you laugh as you approach the base. Your garden was buttoned up for the winter for the most part, so no one was out there tending to your dormant plants. Law holds the metal door of the base open for you and you peck his cheek as you pass him on the way in. You both decide to head to your rooms to unpack your bags before you check on everyone else. 

You kiss Law’s lips before your separate to walk opposite ways down the hall towards your respective bedrooms. He smacks your ass cheekily as you turn and you give a small yelp. You walk a few paces to your room before you stop. You don’t hear Law’s footsteps either. You turn. 

Law was turned to you as well. 

“Is it…?’

“Really quiet??” You respond. 

“Yeah. I don’t like that. Come with me.” Law heads towards the galley. 

With you at his heels he pushes the door open to the galley and you push through behind him before the door swung clothes. 

“We’re back.” Law announces as he enters the room. 

All the heart pirates were crowded around the wooden table suspended from the ceiling. Ikkaku, Penguin and Shachi were seated on the benches as the rest of the crew stood around the table, looking at a piece of worn paper. Bepo was standing at the head of the table, with one paw pressed against the paper to flatten it out for everyone to see. 

Every face shot up from the table to look at the two of you. No one said anything. 

“Woah… who fucking died?” You asked with a fake chuckle, trying to lighten the mood but also there was anxiety was rising in your throat. What if it was Luffy? Or any of your crew? What if something bad happened to them?

“C-captain… a letter came… addressed to you…” Bepo nervously wrings his paws as he steps towards the two of you. 

“And you opened it?!” Law raises his voice a bit, rushing to the table to grab the piece of paper. 

“W-we didn’t, captain! I promise! It opened on its own! The seal broke off! I-I’m sorry for reading it! I couldn’t help it!” Bepo stutters and sweats. 

Law scoops up the paper angrily. He grips the edges of the page as he scans the handwriting. His face turns from anger to dread. His eyes widen. He sucks in a breath. His expression turns back to rage quickly. 

“This means nothing. Proceed as normal.” Law grits out trough clenched teeth. 

“Law… show it to me…” You come up behind Law slowly, trying not to provoke him further. 

“No.” Law clenches the letter in one hand now, using the other hand to push backwards so you wouldn’t approach him further. 

“No I need to see it!” You begin to panic… now realizing it was something serious and it must have something to do with someone you know.

“Everyone to their duties!” Law yells to the group but he doesn’t take his eyes off you, looking over his shoulder. “NOW!” He turns to his crew. 

Everyone spills out of the galley, not wanting to feel the wrath of their captain… everyone but you. You stood firm. The only sounds to be heard were the frantic shuffling of the crew rushing out of the room and yours and Law’s heavy breathing. Black smoke trickles towards the ceiling, pouring involuntarily from your nostrils. 

Eventually it was just you and Law. He turns towards you with the note crumpled in his right hand. 

“I can’t show you this. It would only worry you-” Law starts.

“NO!” You yell and step towards him. “NO more fucking secrets! You kept Dressrosa from me and I forgave you! I gave you every fucking thing I have left to give and I am NOT letting you keep things from me anymore!” You make a swift lunge towards his hand and grab the letter. 

He lets you take it. 

His eyes aren’t angry anymore, they’re pained. He lets out a harsh sigh as he releases the paper from his hand. 

You breathe heavily as you hastily unfurl the note. Your hands are shaking, but you’re able to flatten out the paper enough to read it. 

To One Trafalgar Law,

It has come to my attention that you are in possession of something that belongs to me. Give me back what is rightfully mine and you and your crew shall live to sail another day. 

I highly suggest you surrender my property to me if you value the life you live and the lives of your crew. 

I look forward to hearing from you.

Best, GJ

The letter was signed with a silver-grey wax seal, a large skull adorned with many tendrils and spikes. You had seen this seal. So many times you had seen this seal. You had seen it every time you looked down at your scar… every day since you were a teenager. 

You drop the letter, but you fell to the floor before the paper did. You hand flew to your mouth and your knees gave out as you screamed. Law caught you before you could hit the floor. 

“NO!!! NO!!! Law no!! He can’t!!!” You scream as loud as you can into Law’s shoulder as he presses you into him by the back of your head. His other hand wrapped around your torso and brought you gently to the floor and sat down with you. 

“No, and he won’t.” Law whispers to sooth you, trying to mask the concern he had himself. “Greyjaw won’t get to you… I promise you that…” 

“You can’t! You can’t promise that!” You smack your fist against his chest as you cried. “You don’t know what he’s like!” You sob harder, snot and tears dripping past your chin. Law pulls you to sit up in his lap. He puts his hand against your cheek and used the other to push your wet hair back out of your face. 

“I can. Because you’re stronger now. You can beat him now.” Law tries to convince you, still stroking the hair out of your face soothingly as you cried. 

You violently shake your head back and forth in his hold as you let out another sob. 

“I-I can’t!”

“You can… and you have me… and the crew…” Law says as he grips you even more firmly. You only cry harder. Law scoops you up and carries you to his bedroom. He didn’t worry about the crew seeing, assuring that they would make themselves scarce after the two of you learned the news. 

Law enters his captain’s quarters and places you gently on his bed. He joins you immediately and pulls the quilt over you both. It was early in the day but you were in no shape to train or do anything but wail really. Law understood. He held you close to his chest. 

Your sobs slowed and your breathing became more regular after a few minutes.

“Your captain said your dream was a to kill him. Said if we were to find him, make sure it was you that did it.” Law stated softly as he stroked the back of your head. 

“I.. I was supposed to do it… with Luffy…” You sniveled into Law’s chest. 

“I know. And I hope you do. I just want to make sure you know that it’s important to him that you do it… no matter if you’re with him or not…” 

Your sobs pick back up and you cry yourself out for over an hour or so, finally falling asleep in Law’s embrace. 

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A/N ** HI YALL! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!! I think the next chapter should be out early next week ehehehe.**

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery (thank u for the idea!), @eclecticwildflowers

warnings: mention of menstruation, swearing

Ian and I walked into the convention center arm in arm. I was looking at the itinerary for the lectures while Ian looked over where everything was.

“thank god it’s only one day we have to be here.” Ian pointed out when I showed him that he would have to attend at least four lectures before his lecture even took place. He rubbed his forehead with his free hand before taking off his sunglasses. “Next time I’m just going to agree to my own lecture and we can sneak away before we get roped into anything else.” Ian pulled me close and playfully bit my ear.

”Ian.” I laughed. “For fucks sake! We’re in public.” Ian pulled away and pulled me into a searing kiss.

“screw public.” He teased. “Anyway what are these lectures on anyway?” His head fell against mine as he looked over the paper in my hands.

“Well there is one lecture you won’t get out of.” I pointed out. Ian frowned as I pointed it out. “Led by one Dr. Ellie satler?” Ian sighed and nodded.

“right. The one I agreed to come to months ago and have always found an excuse to miss.” He pouted. “She finally managed to tie me down.” I playfully shoved him.

“shut up Ian. It won’t have anything to do with jurassic park as far as I know. Just something to do with her research on…something.” I laughed. I felt Ian lean some of his weight against me as he sagged in relief. “Now come on. Someone is giving a lecture on chaos theory and you need to be there for that.” I pulled him in the direction of the auditorium and grabbed some seats as far back as we dared.

Ian sat with his hand on my thigh, fingers playing with the hem of my pants. I had to grab his hand a few times to stop him from inching closer to my crotch. I shifted uncomfortably a few times and Ian looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. I waved him off each time and breathed a sigh of relief as I stood up at the end of the lecture.

“god that was long.” I said as I stretched.

“uh (Y/N)?” Ian said softly. I looked over my shoulder at him. Ian’s gaze was fixed on my ass and I almost smacked him until I turned fully to look. “Do you have a change of clothes?” His eyes jumped up to mine and I shook my head.

“I mean technically. But all I packed this weekend was light clothes.” I said, surprised by how calm I was with this. “Figured with the amount of people, and the natural light in this place, it’d be cooler.” Ian nodded.

“I have a change of clothes in the car. It’ll be big on you but it’s black and no matter what happens at least it will cover it up.” Ian stood up and wrapped his jacket around my waist, making it look like he was hugging me from behind so no one else noticed I had bled through the back of my pants. “I’ve got some pads packed too.” I nodded as I leaned back against him.

“you always think ahead.” I murmured as we followed the crowd that was exiting the auditorium. “Why do you have pads in your car?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him again.

“in case of times like this.” He whispered before kissing my cheek. “Wait here. I’ll run out and grab it.” Ian left me by the bathroom and ran out to the car. He came back with a bag and ushered me into the bathroom. When I came back, I handed him the bag back. “Better?” I nodded. “Ok. Go to the next lecture and I’ll run these to the hotel to soak so they don’t stain.” I nodded and pulled Ian into a kiss. “What was that for?” He asked, eyeing me slightly as I pushed him away.

“for being the best partner ever.” I said with a smile. Ian smiled back and walked backwards out of the convention hall while I watched. Once he was gone, I headed to the next lecture to wait for him to come back.

[plumadot]

ok here it is! cleo fic with formatting yay!! -🍳

>You are a traveller. 

>Your footprints stain the path behind you, imprints in the slick mud. Rain is lazily pouring down from mushy clouds, and the sky does little to light your way. 

>You wish that your hometown was closer, but alas, it’s still a day’s walk away. You won’t make it with this rain, so the smarter choice would be to look for shelter. Somewhere warm and well-lit.

> Also dry, you think, as a cold raindrop meanders down your back. 

>Thankfully, you can see small lights in the distance. A glistening town lies in front of you.

>You walk faster.

~~~~~~~~~

>Within the town, it’s easier to hide from the rain that tormented your journey. Lamp posts give the air a soft glow as your search for some place to hide away for a while. 

>The first sign you see reads “The Crastle”. It connects to a small yet lively tavern that smells of ale and cider. It seems safe enough (a quick glance assures you of no shadowy figures or incapacitated drinkers), so you enter. 

>Instantly the warmth of a fire and closely packed bodies floods over you. You let out a sigh of relief, shrugging off your wet coat onto a nearby coat rack.

>You approach the bar and find an empty stool. The bartender and another patron are talking, and you decide to let them finish before interrupting.

>The bartender’s hair drapes over her face, so you can’t see what she’s whispering to the man with a green cloak (is it…fuzzy?). He fidgets with a few small blue flowers before placing them gently in her fiery locks. When he’s done, she musses his hair (which produces a sound close to a squawk) before turning to you.

>Cleo: Welcome to the Crastle! Name’s Cleo, how can I help you?

>You: Uh, I can get something to eat? Preferably warm.

>Cleo: Storm got to you?

>You nod.

>You: Yeah, it came in while I was traveling. I’m soaked to the core.

>Cleo: Of course, of course! Let me find something for you in the kitchen.

>You: Thanks.

>They turns around to get your food, and that’s when you notice their sleeves-or rather lack of them. 

>What you had originally taken for long, detached sleeves is actually…skin. Almost purple in tint, but skin nonetheless. You didn’t notice at first, but now it sticks out like a sore thumb. Painfully obvious.

>The stitches holding her bicep together stretch as they balance a tray skillfully. They hand the first bowl to a masked man (who accepts with careful hands and a small nod) before they hand the second to you. 

>Cleo: House stew, hot off the stove!

>You take the bowl off her hands, look up to thank her, and notice that her eyes have no whites.

>You: Th…thank you.

>Cleo: ‘Course! 

>Cleo: …

>Cleo: Do I have something on my face?

>You say nothing. CLEO turns to the same cloaked man from earlier. 

>Cleo: BDubs, do I have something on my face?

>The man scrunches his nose up in concentration.

>Bdubs: Uh, you have eyes, a nose, eyebrows, lips? What am I looking for?

>Cleo: Something out of place! Like a food smudge or bloodstain.

>BDUBS squints his eyes.

>Bdubs: Nothing out of the ordinary, but…

>He turns to look at you, then back at CLEO. You, then CLEO, a few times. 

>Bdubs: Your stitches. And eyes. 

>Cleo: Oh, my stitches! No wonder.

>They turns to you.

>Cleo: I’m undead! Technically a Hollow One, but most people just say undead. The stitches are normal, and so are the eyes, don’t worry.

>You: Oh. Sorry for staring.

>Cleo: Nah, you’re good! All newcomers stare a bit. 

>You: And thank you for the stew. 

>Cleo: Of course, of course! I’ll be back to my duties, but holler if you need me!

>You nod, and CLEO walks off to assist another customer. 

~~~~~~~~~

>Throughout the evening and into the night, CLEO tends to customers, embroidered robes swishing around her knees as she walks.

>BDUBS, apparently the other worker for the tavern, waits tables during the dinner rush. You notice that the flowers on every table are visibly brighter each time he passes by.

>Everything about this tavern is a little strange. The fire burns in pastel colors, the food tastes like memories, and the singer on stage has a chair that looks like…a spider. He notices your lingering gaze and waves. You wave back.

>But it’s nice. No one seems to care about the state of their clothes or the shape of their ears. They just want to drink some beer, eat some food, have a good time. 

>You have seconds, then thirds of the stew. CLEO smiles each time you ask for another.

>Cleo: I’m glad you like it! Etho brought the recipe back from one of his quests. Isn’t that right Etho? 

>The masked man (presumably ETHO) nods.  

>You: Well, it’s really good. Thank you.

>ETHO nods again, and you think you see a flush of pink behind the mask. Seeing the stoic man blush with compliments was quite satisfying. You should try giving them out more often.

>The comfy atmosphere in the tavern, combined with the mixture of stew and ale settling in your stomach, makes you sleepy. Eventually you ask to rent a room from CLEO, give them pay for the night and for the food, and head to bed. You’re asleep the moment your head hits the pillow.

~~~~~~~~~

>Soft sunlight filters through the closed shutters as your eyes flutter open. You prop yourself up to a sitting position and yawn. That was the best sleep you had gotten since you started your journey. Even still, the warm blankets tempted you back to the land of dreams. But you are a traveler, and your journey is not over.

>When you head back to the bar, CLEO is still there, exactly where you left them last night. Now they’re cleaning dishes, plates and bowls and silverware that pile up on both sides of them. 

>Cleo: Hey you! Looks like you’re up bright and early. Heading back on the road?

>You: Yeah, I still have a day’s walk ahead of me. Do you serve breakfast here?

> She smirks and hands you a bowl of…stew. 

>Cleo: If you don’t mind leftovers. 

>You’re too hungry to care, digging into the cold stew almost immediately. CLEO laughs.

>Cleo: Ha! I guess you don’t! 

>She continues to laugh, and then you’re trying not to laugh with her, which is unsuccessful and only results in you spitting out a mouthful of stew, which magically transforms her laughs into guffaws, and then you’re laughing so hard you have to put down the bowl and clutch your sides. Somewhere in between, a sleepy BDUBS shuffles in.

>Bdubs: What in the WORLD is going on here??

>Cleo: I finally found someone who likes cold scraps as much as Etho, if you can believe it!

>Bdubs: Well, you interrupted my schreep. Apologize.

>CLEO rolls her eyes overdramatically, but her laughing smile never leaves her face.

>Cleo: I’m sorry I interrupted your beauty sleep, princess. Will you ever forgive me? 

>BDUBS slouches onto CLEO’s shoulder.

>Bdubs: Only if we can take a nap later. With Etho, because he makes a better pillow than you.

>Cleo: Deal. 

>CLEO ruffles BDUBS' hair as he wraps his arms lazily around their neck. It’s sweet and intimate in the way close friends usually are around each other, and you can’t help but feel like you’re intruding on some morning ritual of theirs (not that they seem to mind). You eat faster to make up for it, then walk back to your room to start packing while CLEO and Bdubs continue their embrace. 

~~~~~~~~~

>You leave the Crastle with a heavy bag but a light coin purse. You can’t find it in you to regret it though, because the experience was far better than any musty hostel room you’ve been to. It felt like an actual rest, and not a waiting place where you anxiously waited to begin your journey again.

>You hope to see CLEO and BDUBS again, smiling, laughing, loving. You hope you can come back and find something to compliment ETHO on and watch him blush and fidget with his shirt collar in embarrassment. Because all those things reminded you of safety, comfort, home.

> But home wasn’t here. Home was a day’s walk away, and if you wanted to get there before sundown, you’d have to start now.

>After all, you are only a traveler. 

ok first of all: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

secondly!!!!! i love the way you wrote this!!!! it's like you're the dm and i'm the player and clethubs are the loveliest npcs i will ever meet. which is true!!!!! they are so soft and gentle and sweet and lovely and mysterious and cool and strong and open and friendly and charming!!!!!!! aaaaaa the little things like cleo not immediately noticing why the traveller is staring at them, bdubs making flowers bloom brighter with zero effort, etho seeming a little absent from the conversations but still being included in his own little way... AND SCAR PROVIDING STELLAR BACKGROUND MUSIC,,, the crastle is just such a lovely... ecosystem in this, definitely homely vibes even though it might not actually be "home",,, it feels wonderful and magical but also light!!!! whimsical!!!!!!!!! i love it i love it i love it,,, i love THEM!!!!

ahhhhhh thank you for this gift... i hope the traveller finds a place to call home too...

[gravehags]

separated by a degree

Pairing: Cirrus x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Tags: domme Cirrus, mild BDSM, face sitting, pussy eating, fingering

Words: 2,742

Summary: You've had a rough week. Cirrus is here to make it all better.

a/n: RING A DING DING PART 6 Y'ALL like it goes without saying but Cirrus could step on my neck and I'd say thank you so this is an ode to that

@terzosbignaturals EAT UP

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This week had just been too much. Too fucking much.

Ever since you bid Mountain and Aether a lingering, intimate adieu after your evening together, everything has gone to shit. The plumbing in your shower - no one else’s, you sourly think - has gone out, forcing you to have to travel all the way across the abbey to Cumulus’ room every night just to bathe. It’s not that you don’t want to see her - quite the opposite - but something about inelegantly stomping the halls in your damp flip-flops and wet hair back to your room makes you agitated. On top of that, you’ve been assigned to your usual library duties as well as being an altar sibling every mass. You’re exhausted, both mentally and physically, and you haven’t been this anxious since you were a novitiate in Papa Secondo’s summoning classes. You’ve barely seen the ghouls, let alone spent time with them, and the loneliness is beginning to take its toll. You’re currently flopped on your duvet half naked after a long mass led by Papa Nihil, groaning into the empty space when there’s a knock at your door.

“What?” you shout, throwing an arm over your eyes.

“It’s me,” comes a feminine voice from the other side whom you identify as Cirrus. Shooting up from your bed you pad over to the door and open it while still hiding your body behind it.

“Gonna let me in?” she purrs, giving what’s visible of your form a once over.

“Uh…I’m…indisposed.” you say stupidly, to which she snorts.

“Half the pack has seen everything you have to offer and now you’re shy? Cute.” She’s smirking and leaning against the entryway as you grip the door tighter.

“What’s up?” you ask in a high pitched voice, changing the subject. If this is a come on you’re flattered, and part of you aches for it but the ache in your brain and body is much more powerful.

“Wanted to offer my services,” she says, tracing a claw down the wood of the door.

“Oh?” you say, somewhat intrigued. “And what does that entail?”

“Stress relief,” Cirrus says airily, “you’ve been going through so much recently, sweetheart. And I,” she steps forward slightly, entering your space, “can help.”

You don’t even realize that you’ve opened the door wider until she’s curling a lock of your hair around her long finger and staring at you intently. Her tail slips around you and rubs gently against the curve of your ass. Your lips are parted and you’re about to say something when all of a sudden she’s stepping back. 

“Not tonight, though, I understand,” she says, examining her nails with a sigh.

“I need to shower,” you blurt out. A vaguely sinister grin unfurls on her lips.

“Use mine,” she says, leaning her head against the doorframe, tail flicking behind her lazily.

Your mouth is dry. “Okay. Yeah just let me…let me get my stuff.”

“Just a robe should be fine,” Cirrus comments, her eyes drifting towards the ceiling. “You won’t need much else.”

You clench your thighs together at the surge of wetness that creeps out of you and your clit throbs at the brief contact. If Cirrus sees you do it, she doesn’t comment on it. Abandoning your post at the door you go back to the bathroom and remove your bra and panties, already soaked through. Sliding the fluffy, dark red bathrobe over your shoulders and securing it at the waist, you return to Cirrus.

“Ready,” you say, sounding altogether too goddamn eager and Cirrus knows it judging from the way the points of her teeth peek out from between her lips.

“C’mon baby,” she purrs, escorting you down the hall with her hand on the small of your back. “I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

The walk down to the ghoul den is quiet, but you do pass Aether in the hallway and give him a little wave. When he sees who accompanies you he lets out a rather ominous chuckle and winks at the other ghoul. Cirrus looks entirely too pleased as she opens her bedroom door and ushers you inside, closing the door behind the both of you with a loud snap.

Her room is a beautiful collection of dark blues and blacks, making you feel like you’re hanging amidst the stars in the night sky. It’s calming and she seems to enjoy how your shoulders slump in relaxation.

“Go shower,” she nudges you towards the bathroom door, “then I’ll take care of you.”

You’re about to shut the door behind you when she calls out, “oh and…no need to put the robe back on.”

There it is, that sensation in your belly you feel in every encounter you have with the ghouls. That wonderful feeling of anticipation that lingers in your veins, the promise of something positively delicious, has you grinning as you turn the water on.

Cirrus’ products are nice…very nice…and you enjoy the heady fragrance that perfumes your hair after you step out of the shower. Drying off, you regard yourself in the semi-fogged over mirror. You have no idea what to expect from this encounter and it turns you on immensely. With a sigh, you drop the towel and head out to see Cirrus. Opening the door you hesitate slightly, until you peek your head around it and see what’s waiting for you. While you were in the shower, Cirrus transformed. She is no longer wearing the standard ghoul outfit you’ve come to expect, but rather a beautiful black lace lingerie set that makes your jaw drop. Your gaze drags over the rounded curve of her hips and her dark nipples - hard beneath the expensive material. Suddenly, you become hyper aware of how you’re standing stark naked in Cirrus’ bathroom doorway and move to cover yourself. She watches you hunch over yourself and grabs something from the nightstand. You recognize what’s in her hands as a leather flogger, the handle intricately and tightly woven. She runs the tendrils through her fingers as she approaches you. Flushing from tip to toe you move to touch her - anything to distract from your vulnerable state - but she stops you with the end of the whip against your sternum.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she smiles, canting her hip, “you have to earn that, pet.”

You pout at her and she gives you a look, tucking the end of the flogger under your chin to raise it.

“Get on the bed,” she snarls suddenly, “hands and knees.”

You feel her eyes follow you as you make your way to the bed and climb atop the dark duvet. On your hands and knees, as she requested, you feel a sense of humiliation wash over you and also…something else. You’re enjoying yourself. With a grin, you arch your back to expose your ass and cunt to Cirrus’ gaze. She approaches behind you and runs the flogger along your back and down your legs, making you shiver. When you attempt to crane your neck to look at her she strikes, hard and fast against your ass. You cry out and jolt forward, making her giggle.

“Look at you, presenting yourself like a bitch in heat,” she purrs, once again dragging the flogger gently against your bare skin. The sting of the first strike hasn’t faded when she hits you again. The bite of the leather tendrils against your haunches makes you cunt ache and you feel yourself drip onto the covers. She hums as she observes the mess you’re making.

“Do you like being exposed like this?” She strikes a third time, your mind spinning. When you don’t answer she strikes again.

“Yes!” you howl, cunt clenching around nothing.

“Yes, what?” she asks sweetly.

“Yes…mistress?” you guess and she strikes you again, making you sob.

“Say it like you mean it.”

When she runs the flat of her palm over the abused skin of your ass you want to cry. It’s the first time she’s touched your bare flesh and you ache for her.

“Yes, mistress!” you pant as she squeezes the globe of your ass hard enough for her claws to dig in.

“How much more can you take?” Cirrus wonders aloud, coming over to your face to tilt your chin up once again. Your damp hair hangs around your face and tears streak down your cheeks. Cirrus gives you a pointed look, indicating that although she is in control, she is ultimately asking you for permission. You nod your head in her grip.

“More, please,” you say hoarsely. She breaks character for a moment and allows her face to split in a beautiful smile.

“Good girl,” she coos, running a single claw down your cheek. “Such a good girl for me.”

You exhale shakily, feeling more wetness slide down your thighs.

When she returns to her position at your ass and cracks the flogger across your skin once more, you practically choke on the broken moan that slips out of you. Your arms are shaking, trying their damndest to hold you up. She slides the leather tendrils between your thighs to graze against your clit and your arms give out. You sob into the duvet as you prop yourself up on your elbows - the best you can do in your state. Cirrus doesn’t seem to mind as she is instead content to drag the flogger through your sopping folds, enjoying the way your mess glistens on the leather.

“Can you handle two more?” she asks idly, caressing your ass again.

“Yes, mistress,” you pant, whining when she removes her hand from you. The flogger comes down on your skin twice in rapid succession and your moan is more of a shout. Cirrus steps away from the bed and sets the flogger down.

“So good for me,” she croons, running a finger down your spine. “Can you be good for me a little longer?”

Your forehead hits the duvet as you whimper into the fabric. The ache in your backside stings like nothing you’ve ever felt before, but the ache in your cunt takes precedence. You push yourself back to sit on your knees and let out a ragged breath.

“Yes, mistress,” you say with surprising steadiness. Cirrus beams at you and climbs on the bed next to you.

“Lie down, pet,” she murmurs, nudging you up. You crawl towards the pillows and practically collapse on them, simply relieved to no longer be on your knees. She watches your every move as you adjust and then slowly, she slides up your body. You’re desperate to touch her, and tell her so. She laughs, her breath hot against your skin as she traces patterns into your side.

“Hmm, I suppose you’ve earned it,” she murmurs and your hands fly to her waist. You want to see more, feel more of her so you cautiously slip the lace underwear she’s wearing off her hips. She allows it, still propped up above you, and kicks the garment off when it slides down her legs. 

“You have one more task, pet, and you’ll get your reward,” she coos in your ear, before pushing herself up. Grabbing the headboard she pulls her body up yours and in a smooth motion straddles your head. Cirrus hovers there for a moment and you sigh when you glimpse how fucking wet she is. The knowledge that she is just as affected as you are makes your heart sing and you’re desperate to taste her. Slowly, too slowly for your liking but you remain silent, she lowers her cunt to your mouth. You slide your hands up her thighs to grip at her hips before leaning up to give her an experimental lick. When your tongue runs through her folds, tasting her for the first time, the both of you moan in tandem. You are dying to hear her make that noise again so you swipe your tongue upwards once more, this time teasing at her clitoral hood. Her hips buck and you hear the headboard creak under her grip. When you latch your mouth onto her cunt, she gasps so hard she almost chokes. Exposing her clit you wrap your lips around her and suckle at the bud.

“Fuck, baby,” she whines from above you, and your grip on her hips tightens. “That’s it, don’t stop.”

So you don’t.

Your face is a dripping mess as you continue to suck at her clit, pausing every once in a while to drag your tongue through her. You can tell she’s trying her hardest to remain in this position, her thighs shaking with the effort. When you bring her hips down lower onto your mouth, you groan into her folds and she whimpers. Gently, you probe your tongue inside of her and she lets out a loud moan that makes your clit throb. As you fuck her with your mouth her hips begin shifting. She’s riding your face as delicately as she can but when you latch yourself onto her clit again her bucks become fiercer. She’s chanting your name as you moan against her cunt, sliding one hand in your hair to pull at it. Her body is tensing - you know her end is coming - so your assault becomes vicious, wanting desperately to see her come undone.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants, “I’m gonna cum, baby. Ah–ah–I’m gonna–”

Cirrus climaxes with a high pitched drawn out moan, and you continue licking and sucking at her. Her body twists and contorts above your head as you hold her firmly against your mouth. After several moments, she murmurs your name and you reluctantly release her from your grasp. When she moves off of you and settles in between your legs, she gazes at you adoringly. You’re a mess - covered in her slick from the nose down - and you lick your lips as you look at her.

“You,” she breathes, and you let your lips slip into a smile. You’re practically glowing with pride and she beams back at you while stroking the insides of your thighs.

“You’ve more than earned your reward, my pet,” she says, nuzzling your mound. When she finally spreads your legs, a litany of “thank yous” fall from your lips. Just as she did, you cry out when her mouth slides over your clit and she wastes no time in drawing your pleasure from you. She hums against your cunt as she slides one finger, then two in between your folds and begins fucking you intently. Cirrus isn’t here to tease you any more - she’s on a mission - and she’s ruthless. You’ve got your fingers buried in her hair, thumbs caressing the base of her horns, as she pistons her fingers inside you at a staggering rate. 

“Cirrus,” you keen, all formalities forgotten, “Cirrus, honey, don’t stop.”

When you reach your climax you feel it from head to toe, building at the base of your spine and spreading to all your extremities. You cry out her name again and again and she continues fucking you through your orgasm. Your body is limp and twitching and she’s still going until you finally beg for her to stop. Now her face is covered in your juices as she leans back and removes her bra, finally exposing all of herself to you. Arousal twitches slightly in your gut as you view her bare breasts, but ultimately nothing comes of it as she snuggles against you.

“Goddamn,” you breathe and she smiles against your shoulder.

“You good?” she asks, reaching up to pet your still-damp hair.

“You could say that,” you grin, turning on your side to face her. She looks beautiful, her cheeks just as flushed at yours. And just as sticky. When you move to get up to grab a wet rag she frowns and drags you back down, wrapping her arm around your body and bringing you close.

“You smell like me,” she says, inhaling deep at your scalp.

“Yeah, I’m covered in your pussy juice,” you say wryly, which makes her laugh out loud. The sound makes your heart ache and you rest a palm on her cheek.

“Thank you for this,” you murmur quietly. She leans in to give you the only kiss of the night you’ve had, and it’s so terribly soft. She’s purring as she pulls away from you.

“You make a good pet,” she says with a little half-grin. “Think I might keep you,”

That wouldn’t be so bad.