#THE CONTINUATION DOES NOT TAKE ON THE SAME FORM BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT TOMORROW IS

[vyragosa]

nothing is truly ever new, but nothing is only ever remade it just FUCKING EXISTS!

[hees-mine]

Little drabble continuation of “birthday girl”

Mature content mdni!

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Stepdad hee: who, after your birthday, has to restrain himself from just going into your room late at night and taking you raw right on your bed with his unsuspecting wife in the next room.

Stepdad hee: who has to remind himself every day that he’s married and you're his stepdaughter, so he can’t have you the way he so desperately craves to have you.

Stepdad hee: that loses his whole resolve the moment his wife steps out for groceries one day, and you just happened to come downstairs, leaving you both alone in the kitchen to act upon what he’s been dreaming about for the past few weeks.

Stepdad hee: that’ll bend you over the kitchen table, take your bottoms off, and pull his dick out so he can fuck his hard thick cock between your thighs cause, after all, it’s not cheating if he doesn’t go inside you.

Stepdad hee: who does end up cheating but tries to convince himself it isn’t because he took his ring off before and didn’t kiss you on the lips, not the lips on your face anyway.

Stepdad hee: who has to finally admit it is definitely cheating because how can it not be when he’s going in it raw, buried seven inches deep in your sopping cunt, his full sack clapping against your ass while he kisses you passionately on the lips.

Stepdad hee: who’ll go multiple rounds filling you up with his cum cause he’s addicted to the feeling of your walls sucking him dry, and he’s also addicted to the way you whimper his name in his ear, begging for more while scratching his back confirming he’s doing a good job fucking you.

Stepdad hee: who has to reluctantly leave your bed when he’s finished to go back to his wife, and when he sees a pout forming on your lips from his departure, he’ll run back over to you and kiss you on the forehead, promising he’ll be back same time tomorrow to pleasure your sweet little cunt and cuddle you after also not forgetting to mention how much he loves you.

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[rinnstars]

picture-perfect!

in which he keeps polaroids of you still in everything he owns

itoshi rin x reader: fluff, drabble, post-canon, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated

people always say the honeymoon period of relationships end - sugary-sweet words that rolls out of ones tongue every few minutes turn into more mellowed down and calm compliments occasionally, opening of doors and other gentlemanly behaviour would slowly cease or become a rare sight, dilated eyes that focuses on you will slowly drift away too. he thinks that’s stupid - he doesn’t think for a single second of this relationship of years has that tightening of his chest stop when he sees you, nor has his eyes have not focused on you as if youre the ball he hyperfocuses on during his games, nor has he ever once stopped taking photos of you when your gaze drift away from his with one single click that to him, captures your beauty and the memories all in one printed polaroid in his room, hundreds of it hidden in secret corners of his room.

a polaroid of you as a bookmark for his textbooks - your smile practically brightening the dark background of an empty classroom where you found your lost keychain, exclaiming to him before turning around and pulling him into your embrace, your scent whirling and making him all dizzy as your touch sends electricity down his very spine. it keeps him in check, encouraging him to continue to do his homework even though he knows that’s not the path he’ll pursue with football in mind - but when your lips tug upwards the same way when he shows you another increased grade, he thinks its all worth it. and so he does - with that photo right beside him, he finishes assignments and essays that he usually dreads to do and would much rather spend his time in detention and taking a good nap than to figure out on which formula to use, what the key words are - and god is his head practically spinning already. but for you, he’ll continue on to study for that stupid quiz tomorrow, memorising the formula for you, each letter and equations all written with you in mind, ticking each answer with the hello-kitty pen you gave him. and so, when he shows you his full marks quiz, you would reward him with that crescent-eyed grin that gets his heart pumping as though hes right back on the field.

polaroids of you on his walls beside his bed - first one of you with your favourite strawberry cheesecake in front of you grinning as you successfully convinced him to go to the cafe you had been craving for for the whole day, hands holding the fork and knife before you digged in excitedly into the sugary-sweet and tangy taste of the cake that he secretly admits tastes so much better when its with you, second one of you with a sanrio stuffed toy holding it to your cheeks that puffs up as you laugh right as he snapped the photo, a plushie you adore that’s still on your bed to this day that he managed to obtain after loads of money and time spent on that one claw machine simply because you were too excited to obtain it, third one of you looking back big-eyed as he caught you off guard in class, taking a picture the second he called out your name. every night, he glances at the photographs that forms a heart right on his wall and clarity enters his mind again - insecure thoughts that floods his mind seems to go silent when he glanaces at you through the photo frame, his heavy breathing after another of those nightmare that turns slower and calmer as he looks at the blurry photo of you through his teary eyes and limited lighting in his practically pitch-black room, his smile that is uncharacteristically too wide for his face when he looks at you smiling as if youre infecting him with your addictive grin. for now, that’ll do well to replace your body caged in his arm that embraces you just right, your scent that fills his nose that practically acts as serotonin, and your warmth that contrasts his usually cold body.

and a polaroid of you with his jersey holding his trophy when he won his first big match under pxg, the backdrop being of the field that he was playing at just minutes ago, your eyes filled with adoration and pride at him behind the camera, holding your digicam that rings with the matching keychain to his polaroid film. tugged safely into his wallet where he can see your face - a reminder to buy something for you whenever hes at yours and his favourite desert store to buy you the pistachio macorns you adore or even the strawberry mochi that you look at with that shine in your eyes, a reminder of him being fortunate to have you to stay with him despite everything that brightens up his day no matter how bad it has been at trainings or matches, and most importantly a reminder for him on why each goal matters, each kick dedicated to you, each step practically made with you in his mind. to win, not completely only for his own ego, or as revenge against the critics both in his life and in the media, but for you - for you to look at him with such adoration that practically almost makes him start kicking his feet and everything as if hes a maiden in love, for you to kiss him and merge oyu and him together as congratulation that makes his heart pump even faster than on field, for him to see you wearing his jersey and holding his trophy as though its all yours - because in his mind, it is. because without you in his life, without your support and without your love, he doubts he can truly be the best striker in the world, no - he wouldn’t even be himself, itoshi rin, without you.

[my313]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ perv!huening kai

mdni 18+ only!

⋆ pairing: bobarista!kai & bobarista f!reader

⋆ summary: your shy and unbearably handsome new co-worker seemed normal. that is, until you catch him peeking through the back door to watch you change.

⋆ genre/themes/warnings: pervy!kai, no strong dom/sub themes, semi-public masturbation (m), getting caught (?)

⋆ word count: 1.7k

a/n: ITS TIME HE IS FINALLY HEREEEEEE. might do a pt 2 cuz im not very satisfied w this and i need them to fuck JDKDJF 😭 tysm to @boba-beom for helping me brainstorm <333 enjoy :3

kai never meant to keep this habit up.

the first time was an accident. it was the one time you both were doing the closing shift, and like the nice boy he is, he let you get changed out of your work clothes first.

by the time he finished, you still weren’t out to greet him by the counter. kai decided, he’ll just take a slight peep at the back since he needed to discard his apron and hang it up anyway. it’s like the universe set the pieces perfectly in front of him, because the locker room door seemed to creak softly until an opening formed.

there’s been a number of times where he’s tried to make his broad frame smaller, curling behind the wall while watching you take off your shirt, memorising the colours and patterns of your underwear. kai could probably recite it the same way he does the boba shop’s menu – probably even better. it’s no wonder that you’re the first thing on his mind when his fist closes in on his length, and the last when he’s hiccuping your name while spilling for the third time every other night. the guilt only catches up to him when he feels the slimy ooze of his cum sliding down his stomach, wincing at the feeling.

he says this each time, something along the lines of, “i just passed by!” or “the door was open anyway…” to his own conscience. he knows you’re not hearing anything he says to justify why he starts to stay outside the locker room five minutes longer, ten minutes more — why he urges you to change clothes first, and why he keeps signing up for shifts that line up with yours.

at first, you thought kai’s constant efforts of being around you while blushing and barely being able to look at you was a small crush. something that dissipates once you undergo the weekend rushes, but kai continues his advances.

he makes you your favourite bubble tea and watches intently as your lips latch onto the thick straw then suction out the pearls. he helps you arrange boxes of ingredients when you can’t reach the tallest shelf, always hovering behind you and says he’s just “making himself useful.”

what you don’t know is that he’s grown an odd liking to watching your lips plump up against the roundness of the straw, fueling his feverish dreams of having you on your knees and doing the same to his cock. you don’t know that when he offers to ‘make himself useful’, he’s often thinking with his dick. he’s dazed by the delicious view of your skirt riding up, inwardly cheering when he catches a glimpse of where your thigh high socks squeeze the fat of your thigh.

on other days, he goes mad from seeing your shitty tights rip from the smallest movements. he pictures ruining them entirely, your face pressed against the very same lockers where he watches you undress.

the first time the bells started to ring in your head that kai may not be as innocent as you think, you’re just a bit shocked.

you recall the door being slightly ajar, and in hopes that your co-worker was still at front, you slung your bag over and went out, only to be greeted by kai’s blushing face and obvious boner. your eyes met for a brief moment, and while you expected some sort of explanation, kai only flashed an awkward smile like always and walked past you.

“s-see you tomorrow, yn.” he said, as if the huge elephant in the room wasn’t ghosting over your skin as he made his way into the locker room. if you hadn’t looked down, you would have thought you just caught kai in his natural state – flushed pink and too shy for his own good. but that definitely changed your mind.

so, you decided to run a few experiments to test your hypothesis.

the next few weeks consist of essentially testing your potentially perverted co-worker. it should be a harder pill to swallow, finding out kai had been watching your half-naked body for a good ten minutes per day. yet, you find yourself taking pride in the way you make kai act. you don’t bother to check if the door closes fully behind you each time you go change.

kai’s on his first toilet break of the day. he blames you and your choice of outfit. lately, you’ve been coming in in mini skirts and thigh highs, and today, you’re in one of his favourite pleated skirts and another one of your flimsy tights.

he swears you’re doing it on purpose, because on restock day, you’re typically grumpy and wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. but just the other day, you were fishing out the packets of pearls from the delivery, bent over with your cute, strawberry-printed panties immediately drawing out a “g-gonna take a break real quick!” from kai.

as if masturbating to you in the privacy of his bedroom wasn’t enough, he’s developed a sick routine of jerking off in the unkempt staff toilet. kai spends more of his lunch hours with his hands enveloping his cock at the thought of you than actually taking a break.

when it’s time for you to leave, your normal routine ensues. you go into the locker room with kai not-so-discreetly following behind, acting as if he’s double checking if the stock in the back is the right amount.

today though, kai doesn’t know what overcomes him. maybe it was the fact that you wore a matching set; pretty pink lace adorning your skin, holding you in places he wishes he could get his filthy hands on. maybe it’s the fact that you’re half-naked for a good five minutes, distracted on your phone to even proceed switching to a comfy sweatshirt.

within those five minutes, kai’s palming himself over the thick material of his jeans.

in the next two, he’s fumbling over the zipper and hastily unhooking the button. his cock is very obviously staining his briefs, leaking profusely and begging to be freed.

kai is quick to fall prey to his urges; what really does it for him is the way you bend over to pick up something that fell to the floor. he doesn’t notice nor care what it is. it’s tunnel vision from here on out, eyes trained on the plushness of your ass, deliciously cradled by your panties and pushed out for his viewing.

his mind is overtaken by obscenities. everything from smothering his face in your cunt to your knees faltering from how he’s made you cum.

he pictures his leaking tip soiling the crotch of your panties, imagining how he’d rut in and out between your thighs, like some makeshift fleshlight, before pulling your underwear off. his eyebrows scrunch at the thought of your skin covered in streaks of white. he thinks that you’d look up at him with wide eyes that ask for “one more?” even when he’s given you his load over and over, grunts morphing to sensitive whimpers.

kai’s body is on overdrive; eyes threatening to shut as his mind drifts into familiar territory but not wanting to miss the sight in front of him. his teeth are digging into his bottom lip to the point of tasting blood, while his arms are starting to give out from the speed he’s stroking himself at.

when you finally snap out of your phone break, kai takes it as a sign to speed up more than he already is. his hips chase after his tight fist, desperate to finish before you find out about his little secret. his stomach caves from the spike of euphoria until it peaks and he can’t stop himself from shooting out ribbons of his cum, his bottom lip surely taking a cut from how hard his canines have sunk into the skin.

he finally releases his bottom lip and takes a quick breather, cautious about whether you’ve put your clothes on. kai scrambles to rip a tissue roll to wipe the floor when he sees you absentmindedly smiling at your phone and walking towards the door.

he leaps into the staff toilet in a rush, just before you step out of the locker room.

you’re still on your phone when you move to the front of the shop, waiting on kai before taking your leave. glancing up at the toilet door from where you’re seated, you stifle a laugh as you think back on the delectable view you caught a peek at earlier. you shake your head at your co-worker’s antics, finding it a mix of silly, pathetically weird and also… sexy? hot?

kai makes an entrance with his apron snug against his body. you try to hold back a full-blown laugh and settle for a polite smile instead, waving your hand at him. “i’m gonna head out now– oh, wait,” your eyebrows knit together upon seeing the fresh tear on his lip.

you rush to his side, pressing your chest against him as your hands reach out to his face. your thumb rests on his bottom lip but you can feel his cheeks heat up against your other fingers. you know what you’re doing, and kai knows that you do. he’s thanking his self from five minutes ago for putting on this apron, because if not, you’d be stuck feeling his awakening hard on again.

“did you get hurt today? i didn’t see this earlier.” you frown, pressing your thumb against his bottom lip. he winces slightly, trying to pull away. a breath is stuck in his throat, the closeness rendering him to just a couple of meek nods or shakes of his head.

kai finally manages to get you back in your space. he shakes his head, “o-oh.. yeah! just– just cut my lip while eating earlier..?”

“be careful next time, yeah?” you chuckle, playfully bumping into him with your hip. “that face is our best seller!”

he laughs nervously, “that’s all you..!”

you’re leaning towards him again, coy with your hands folded behind your back. just enough to have him hitching his breath and anticipating more, but not so much to touch him.

you smile mischievously, hinting at what you just saw earlier. “both of us then? we put on a good show, hm?”

he gulps, “uh– no, you’re definitely much better.”

“i dunno,” you tease, finger tapping your lip almost mockingly as if pondering. “you’re a quick thinker.”

oh shit. you knew.

[adventuringblind]

Medication Mishaps

Landoscar x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Crack

Summary: When a mix-up in meds leaves her without any, Lando and Oscar are there to her navigate without them.

Warnings:

Notes: for @norizznorris. Sorry I don't do male readers! Regardless, I hope this is what you wanted! :)

Side Note: This one made me laugh the entire time while writing it. My fiancé is unmedicated and very high on the ADHD spectrum. Every day is an adventure!

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Ah, the joys of being neurodivergent. When somehow the world is to much and simultaneously to little. When the nagging impulsive thoughts and continues need for caffeine aren't enough, then the interests that lay dormant for years come back swinging; upset they've been neglected for so long.

Medication helps. Which - of course it does - it's engineered brain chemicals in the form of a chalky pill designed to help someone function in a world where only one kind of brain is excepted. It's better than it was, the world has come further in recent years.

yet here she is, taking her last pill from the bottle. A little piece in her cries knowing she'll have to go pick up her new meds today. The pharmacy feels like to much and she'd rather lay in bed and give into the executive dysfunction. Then she remembers she's flying with Lando and Oscar to their race tomorrow.

With that thought in mind, she groans and hauls herself out of bed. The boys are doing factory work today and won't be back until later. Plenty of time to come home and waste away the hours in bed and pray her energy comes back.

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She lied to herself earlier. Any optimism for the day has just disappeared.

"What do you mean you don't have my meds?"

"There was a mix-up with the orders, but we'll have them in a few days." The pharmacist gives her a sheepish smile.

She just sighs and turns on the balls of her feet. How she's going to tell her boys, she has no idea yet. The insecurity of them not wanting her around the paddock because of in burns in the back of her mind.

She still has today at least. Maybe she'll just ride it out and not tell them.

That plan fails miserably the second they walk into the flat. The sight of her visibly distressed on the couch alerts them that something is wrong.

The sit down on either side of her. The question trying to escape their mouths. She beats them to it. "There was a mix-up with my meds. I won't have them until after we get back."

"And we'll help you manage, yeah? You'd do the same for us."

"Lan... she has done the same for you, like, daily."

"Rude!"

~~~~~

Sometimes, she's convinced she lives on a different planet entirely. Like the brain and body she has are simply not meant to be here and there must have been a mistake with the storks.

Lando hands her a Redbull, courtesy of Max since he has to many. "I figured this might help?" Seeing as she nearly just threw hands with whoever was chewing unnecessarily loudly, caffeine might help.

She looks at Lando and Oscar, between the three of them, there are seven drinks. Only one of which is the Aussie's. "Oscar is being boring again."

the man in question huffs. "Water is good for you."

"But it's wretched to taste sometimes."

Lando nods at her in agreement. "See Oscar, boring."

"Nothing is ever boring with you two."

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The beginning wasn't bad. Not like it is right now with her brain only wanting to do one specific things, she hasn't remember to eat since early this morning, and the tag on her shirt makes her want to pull her skin off.

Oscar looks at her curled up in his drivers room with a horrendous amount of care and sympathy. He slots in next to her and leans his head against the wall. "Hard day?"

"I need like - five pounds of dino nuggies and a nap."

"Anything I can do to help right now? We'll work on food when Lando is done."

She curls up in Oscar's lap like a cat. The lack of regulated sleep finally catching up to her. She's on the verge of sleep when Lando busts through the door yelling about something.

She throws a pillow at him in annoyance. "You owe me food."

Lando pauses. "That sounds brilliant."

Oscar shakes his head in defeat later that night as Lando gradually sneaks food off her plate and pretends they can't see him. If he's not caught then it didn't happen and Jon can't get mad at him.

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She hasn't stopped talking with Lando for the last two hours. What exactly they've been going on about, she has no idea at this point. Their original conversation led to rabbit trails and other distractions that got in the way. The original story now long forgotten as they discuss the possibilities for new shoes.

Her phone dings, an automated message alerting her to her refilled meds. She shows Lando in excitement. The joys of functioning like a human again are nearly in her grasp.

Lando and Oscar both look at her in amusement. The latter has been using their conversation as an excuse to read. He sets his book down, a look she hasn't seen before crossing his features.

"Have you ever thought what it would be like if you didn't have to take meds?"

Lando shoots him a nasty glare. "Oi, she can't help-"

"Not what I meant." The Aussie crashes onto the bed with them, book now tucked away. "I just mean that having a different kind of brain shouldn't be such a difficult thing for the world to cope with. But the second someone is different-" He looks at Lando. "-Like they struggle with reading or processing information." Then he turns to her. "Or they struggle to with focusing and sensory things. They are ready to create some kind of fix to make those brains work like theirs." The genuine concern and sadness from him is almost heartbreaking.

"In a perfect world, yes. For now though, I think me and Lando can both settle for having someone who cares as much as you do."

"Just wish I could do more."

Lando hums and, quite literally, rolls over onto Oscar. "Just like our best is enough, so is yours."

"However, if the world could provide me with free drinks, I wouldn't be complaining."

Oscar chuckles and drags her closer despite Lando's weight on him. "I'll make a note of it for when I become ruler of the world."

"You never said you were planning that!"

"It's been my secret plan this whole time."

"... It's always the quiet ones."

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Linger Longer

Zayne x gn!Reader

I need this man to release his chokehold on me today so I can sleep

Title from "Linger Longer" by Cosmo Sheldrake

Warnings: domestic fluff, food, alcohol mention, dancing, established relationship

Word Count: 581

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Strips of thinly sliced beef soaked in teriyaki, chopped vegetables and seasonings sizzle in the wok as Zayne stirs the food around, moving the pan in tandem with the skill of a professional chef. The rice cooker diligently completes its sacred duty, set up by you. It’s the one thing you feel capable of not screwing up when you make dinner with your husband, who seems to know no bounds when it comes to cooking the best recipes he can find.

The table is already set with utensils and napkins. A bottle of wine, thawing after being chilled by his Evol, waits next to two glasses. He doesn’t partake often, and he certainly won’t drink a lot when he does, but tonight feels special, like it deserves a small drink to celebrate.

Celebrate what?

Well, nothing.

Work has been generally the same for both of you. Nothing exceptional has happened in your personal lives, either, aside from winning a plushie from the claw machine that you’d been coveting ever since it was announced.

Still, something in the air felt different tonight.

As Zayne turns off the stovetop and transfers the contents of the wok into a container, the music playing from your phone can be heard again. You feel light as you hear the flowing orchestral melody. The only reason it’s on your phone in the first place is because of a dance you shared with Zayne at a gala hosted by Akso Hospital. It became one of many dances you’d shared ever since. He glances over with a smile as he connects the dots.

Once he sets down the cookware, you take his hand. There’s still some time left on the rice cooker, anyway.

He wordlessly steps away from the counter, holding your hand in his while the other finds your waist. You hold his shoulder, hand resting over the strap of the gag-gift apron you gave him one year, as he guides you in a waltz. The steps are small, accounting for the limited space in your shared apartment, but it feels like you’re in the center of a huge ballroom.

Zayne looks at you like you’re responsible for hanging the stars in the sky, eyes gleaming with adoration. You let go of his hand to wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes even as he leans down slightly. His arms hug your waist, holding you close as you sway back and forth. You rest your head against his shoulder. He rests his head on top of yours.

It’s easy to close your eyes and bask in the moment.

The air is hot from cooking, which makes being this close to each other uncomfortable, but neither of you wants to let go. The song has skipped over to the next in the playlist, one far more upbeat and lively, but you continue to move as though the orchestra is still playing their sweet symphony just for you.

In two minutes, the rice cooker will beep. You’ll have to pull away. He’ll remove the lid and fluff the rice while you grab bowls for the stir fry. You’ll both sit at the table and enjoy your meal, talking about your days and your future plans. Afterward, you’ll work together to clean up the kitchen, and come up with a plan for breakfast tomorrow.

The world will move on.

So, for now, for as long as you can, you’ll linger here, in this moment. In his arms. Together.

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[vesora]

imagining creates

one of the most important lectures in LOA

The creator of the world works in the depth of your soul, underlying all of your faculties, including perception and streams into your surface mind least disguised in the form of creative fancy. Watch your thoughts, and you will catch Him in the act of creating, for He is your very Self. Every moment of time you are imagining what you are conscious of, and if you do not forget what you are imagining and it comes to pass, you have found the creative cause of your world.

God is Pure Imagination

Because God is pure imagination and the only creator, if you imagine a state and bring it to pass, you have found Him. Remember: God is your consciousness, your I AM; so when you are imagining, God is doing it. If you imagine and forget what you imagine, you may not recognize your harvest when it appears. It may be good, bad, or indifferent, but if you forget how it came into being, you have not found God. You do not have to be rich to be happy but you must be imaginative. You could have great wealth and be afraid of tomorrow's needs, or have nothing and travel the world over, for all things exist in your own wonderful human imagination.

The Present Moment

The present moment is a formed imaginal act. I urge you to shape your world from within and no longer from without. Describe yourself as you would like to be seen by others and believe your words. Walk in the assumption they are true and - because no power can thwart God - what He is imagining, you will experience. You are not someone apart from God, for I AM cannot be divided. The Lord, our God, is one I AM, not two! If God's I AM and your I AM is the same I AM, define what you would like to be. Then believe you are the Lord!

This is how the law works. It never fails if you will go all out and believe that your human imagination is God. Because God cannot die, he is a God of the living! So when the garment you now wear comes to its end, you - the being living in it - will continue to live. You will still be in a world just like this one until you awaken from the dream of life. Then you will move into an entirely different age, to realize the oneness of the being that you really are. Until then, believe what I am telling you, for it is true.

Imagining for Others

When you imagine for a seeming other you are blessed, for there is no other and you are giving your imaginal gift to yourself! Hear your friend tell you his good news, see the joy on his face, feel the thrill of fulfillment, and let it take place in your world. And as it does, recognize your harvest. Realize you are responsible for its consummation. The world is yourself pushed out. Ask yourself what you want and then give it to yourself! Do not question how it will come about; just go your way, knowing that the evidence of what you have done must appear, and it will.

Change That Which You Dislike

Remember: you don't have to abide by anything you dislike. It is but a vessel in your hand which is not properly shaped. Go down to the potter's house and rework it into another vessel as it seems good for you, the potter, to do. You cannot only rework your concept of self into a new one, but you can rework another. If one is not well or does not earn enough to pay his expenses, the concept is misshapen. You don't ask the vessel if you may rework it, rather you feel as though you have witnessed the change or heard the good news.

There Must Be Action

There must be action, for an idea alone produces nothing. You must act within yourself by entering the idea. When someone calls or makes a request of you, you must act upon it by producing a motor element within yourself. It may be the sound of their voice telling you it has already happened. Or you may feel the touch of his hand. Whatever you do, it must be something that takes the desire from being an idea and moves it into the creative state of fulfillment.

You Are All Imagination

How is this mystery unraveled? By claiming you are all imagination. Then wrapping yourself in space, and mentally seeing your world relative to your assumed position in space. Do that and you have moved. President Hoover once said: "Human history, through its many forms of governments, its revolutions, its wars - in fact the rise and fall of nations - could be written in terms of the rise and fall of ideas implanted in the minds of men." Here you see that the change of governments is the result of the change of ideas implanted in the mind.

Implanting the Horrors of the World

Can you now see how we are implanting the horrors of the world? Read the morning paper, watch television, or listen to the radio, and you will observe how their words frighten you in order to get your attention. See a headline that someone was murdered and you stop to read it. See another, saying things are fine, and you ignore it, as it would mean nothing. Read the scandal sheet, telling of some prominent person who has been unfaithful and you enjoy a bit of gossip. All of these are ideas implanted in the mind, which cause the rise and fall of nations.

Imagining Creates Reality

I tell you: imagining creates reality! If you want to change your life you must become aware of the ideas you are planting in the mind of others! When you meet someone who is negative, put a lovely idea in its place. Then, whenever you think of him, imagine he is telling you something lovely. And, because you now walk in a world that is not disturbed by his negative state, when he finds himself no longer thinking negative thoughts, he will never know you were its source. You will know it and that is all that is important.

Thought Awareness

Become aware of the thoughts you are thinking and you will know a more pleasant life. It makes no difference what others do; plant loving, kind thoughts and you will be blessed in the doing. I ask you now to believe in the invisible God who became you. When you say "I am", you think of the face you wear, but you are not it. You are so much greater than it could ever be. I have disclosed the one and only source of the phenomena of life. Everything that has ever happened, is happening, or will happen to you, comes from God, who is your own wonderful human imagination. I urge you to use it wisely.

What Are You Imagining?

Imagining creates reality! Have you imagined something and it hasn't come to pass? Then what are you imagining right now? Are you imagining you are John Brown? You were not born knowing you were John Brown. You were born and others began to call you John. As time passed you began to assume you were John Brown and began to respond when you heard the name John. When you imagined being secure did you forget the feeling? Are you imagining you are secure now? You may have no evidence that you are secure, but as you allow others to tell you how much you are loved and wanted, how successful and famous you are, you will begin to assume it, and imagination will have created its reality. Try it, for that reality you already are!

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 12 - Wolf

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette x Wriothesley

It was still a mystery to him. Of all things, of all people, why was he the one to arouse his curiosity, to lure his attention? Neuvillette pondered, intensely staring at the man sleeping next to him. Just like the rest of his emotions, the nature of the feeling burning inside his chest was still a mystery to him.

“You…” The Iudex of Fontaine muttered, nearly whispered, as he sat up in the bed, reaching a hand out to Wriothesley - who he believed was still in a deep slumber - and gently combed his cheeks.

However, behind those closed eyes, the duke was already long awake. Just like Neuvillette, he was curious about the chief of Justice and, so, decided to pretend to be asleep, intrigued to what his partner would do.

Moving his hand up to Wriothesley’s hair and tousling it lightly, the duke could hear a faint chuckle coming from Neuvillette. “...why do you look like a wolf?”

“A wolf?” Wriothesley repeated inside his head, putting up his best efforts to not frown or show any reaction to the other’s words.

“Strong… fierce… sometimes dangerous,” Neuvillette continued, toying with Wriothesley as he wished. He lowered his hand, stroking the man’s cheeks before gently rubbing his thumb over Wriothesley’s lips, pushing the lower one down a bit. “Well, maybe not at your features resemble a wolf…” He chuckled softly.

What was he up to? Wriothesley couldn’t help but feel a little off about such comparison, should he take those comments as a compliment? Was that Neuvillette’s way to sweet talk?

Before he could let his train of thought run any further, a bothersome feeling made room inside his head. A gentle, light, almost fluttering, tinglish sensation against his neck started to put his whole act into risk. Oh archons.

His eyebrows’ slight twitch didn’t go past Neuvillette unnoticed. The Iudex continued to stroke the sides of Wriothesley’s neck with one finger, smiling fondly at him. “But wolves usually live in packs… Could you be the lone one? Maybe looking to form a pack of your own?”

If he wasn’t pretending to be asleep, Wriothesley would probably tell him to cut these silly and senseless comparisons. The tickling was becoming a little harder to ignore when Neuvillette’s free hand joined the action, but targeting his lower sides as the judge pulled the duke into a hug.

“N-Neheuvillette…” Wriothesley giggled tiredly, trying to look up to the other’s face and escape his ticklish embrace at the same time. “Whahat are y-yohou dohohoing?”

“Good morning, Wriothesley,” the judge muttered softly, stopping the tickling on his neck to hold him by his face, but digging a little harder against his side in exchange. “Have you slept well?”

“Y-yehes, but- ahAHah, wait!” With his laughter growing a little more frantic and louder, the duke couldn’t help but try to pry Neuvillette’s hands off his body. “I-ihihit tihihickles!”

“I know it does,” Neuvillette added, making the duke question if that was some sort of tease or an actual answer to his statement. “But this seems to be the only thing that could break through your acting, wolf.”

As the final piece came to complete the puzzle, Wriothesley realized his mistake. Maybe it wasn’t so easy to fool the judge, after all, and now, just like any other criminal, he had yet to face the consequences of his act. 

A/N: This is the first time I wrote for this pairing and I'm still a little nervous if I got them right because of how little time to research them I had huehuhue

But I hope you guys could still enjoy it despite my ooc writing. See you tomorrow ~

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Written for Cali's nameless challenge hosted by @the-californicationist (love your fics btw, sweets.)

Went a tad over the 500-word mark by about 50 words. I tried.

SFW, no smut or violence. (I know, disappointing.)

A Quiet (K)night

It's just you and him again.

You watch as the last of the passengers exit the car, the doors closing with a hiss as the train lurches forward. Book in hand, you chance a peek up at your silent companion. As always, he's seated near the back, eyes on the window, booted feet spread wide and firmly set. Heart fluttering, you direct your eyes back to the page, unseeing.

Since switching to the evening shift, you've been leery about traveling alone at night, but something about this bloke makes you feel safe. He just gives off a protective vibe. Or maybe it was the uniform he was wearing the first night you saw him. Either way, you've dubbed him your 'quiet knight'.

He never speaks, but you think he keeps an eye on you, just the same. You both get off at the same stop every evening, him following several paces behind you, hands in his pockets, walking as though he's out for a stroll. Once you reach your building and step inside, you always linger by the door, waiting for him to pass by. Only then will you go up to your flat.

Your eyes drift up from your book again. He's still looking out the window, but you don't think he's seeing what's beyond it. There's a far away look in his eye, and you wonder what he's thinking about. You hope he's not thinking about some other bird. It's silly, but the thought of it makes you jealous.

Your stop comes up and you grab your purse, watching from the corner of your eye as your quiet knight stands as well. He always waits for you to go first, leading the way out of the car, and it strikes you as a very gentlemanly thing to do. You don't see him take notice of the soft smile that's formed on your lips.

Now out of the station, you set the pace, hearing his footsteps behind you. With his long legs he could easily pass you by, but he never does. He stays with you, not too close but never too far away. You wish he'd draw closer, maybe say something about the weather to start a conversation.

When you reach your building, keys in hand, you pause. Something takes hold of you, an inner voice whispering to take a chance. You glance up and see him nearing, his eyes focused on you, his steps slowing. Feeling a rush of bravery, you smile at him.

"You walk me home every night, don't you?"

He stops, shrugs, his expression sheepish.

"Jus' keepin' an eye out for ya. Dangerous, a pretty bird walkin' alone at night."

Your breath hitches at his admission, but also because he called you pretty. Your smile grows wider.

"Maybe you should walk with me tomorrow evening, then?"

He nods, eyes sparkling. "I can do that," he replies.

You like the way his eyes crinkle at the corners. So handsome.

You tell him goodnight before you enter your building and wave to him once you're inside, heart pounding, elated. Your quiet knight shuffles, gives a nod, then continues on his way, a smile now on his face, too.

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[professional-loser]

Some thoughts about blackbright/phantomquill and hakanaki

There are a few ways to spin this trope

Firstly, let's say Blackquill never met real Fulbright. It was the Phantom from the start (of course Simon doesn't know that) Here hakanaki is caused by the Phantom not returning the feelings. Now there are two options Option 1: they don't get involved romantically - that's just the most basic form of hanahaki Option 2: they do - now that's more interesting. Does the disease stop? Does it continue? I think most common version says whether the disease is cured depends on if the victim thinks the love is requited. So according to that, if Simon believes that this is real then boom, problem solved. (tho bonus points if during turnabout for tomorrow hakanaki comes back. Beautifully tragic) However, it's a fictional disease, we can make it more angsty. Let’s say it has some divine knowledge of how genuine the feelings are. So it all seems well, they're dating, or at least have something going on between them, but the flowers don't stop because the Phantom's feelings aren't genuine. And Simon doesn't know why the flowers aren't stopping, why is it getting worse, he starts doubting "Fulbright"s feelings, making everything worse in the process. There's probably a big emotional scene at one point. And the Phantom is just panicking because shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit

Now let's assume Blackquill met the real Fulbright, at like the very beginning. Then he gets hakanaki but doesn't know yet, and Fulbright gets replaced. I was going to say at first that this is a more interesting option, but now that I think about it, the outcome is almost the same because option 1: no romantic involvement - most basic hanahaki stuff and option 2 is again, if based on Simon's beliefs then it gets cured, but going with the "the disease has divine knowledge" once again, it's not cured and Simon is doubting everything and so on the only thing that changes is the cause, because here I'd say it's because real Fulbright doesn't return his feelings

Both of this scenarios work when Fulbright is dead, but let’s add the Bobby lives AU, just for the fun of it. In the first one he actually does nothing really. And in the second one, the only reason for him to be alive is to have a happy ending, where he gets rescued and they fall in love and Simon is cured yippie

..or is it? Because what if real Fulbright doesn’t love Blackquill back? It is admittedly kinda the same as basic hanahaki in the end, but I am an enjoyer of taking a Bobby lives au and making it tragic Bobby is alive, but it turns out he doesn't have feelings for Simon (especially angsty if the Phantom got involved romantically with Simon) just with addition of flowers Or what if Bobby lives, but Simon realizes that he doesn't like real him this way (and it drives him absolutely insane that he was/is in love with the Phantom) in context of hanahaki we're back to the first scenario, of it being caused by Phantom not loving him back

And while on the topic of hanahaki, there's also versions of getting it surgically removed, but losing your feelings for the target in the process, and I just think Simon would absolutely get it done. Unfortunately, he's in prison womp womp

[yexthiccxa]

The Angel With Horns Pt. 2

summary: the man you despise, satoru gojo is unfortunately your mentor at jujutsu high. he agreed to help you get with your childhood crush, suguru geto, but things have taken a bit of a turn after that last "mentoring" session

this is a continuation of part 1, but if you don't care about plot, feel free to read this as a one shot (:

wordcount: 9.7k 🙃 (i guess i just get carried away. this is also 4 chapters btw)

c/w: gojo/fem!reader, geto/fem!reader, gojo/oc, geto/oc, modern!au, teacher!au, smut, fluff & smut, some plot, plot what plot, rough!sex, flashbacks, asshole!gojo, flirty!gojo, cocky!gojo, soft!geto, rough!geto, cousin!shoko, mutual pining, confessing, teasing, flirting, playful banter, friends to lovers, enemies to lovers, sensual tension, sexual tension, pet names, degradation, fingering, f!masturbation, oral, fantasizing, choking, light gagging, multiple orgasms, inappropriate use of cursed energy, inappropriate use of cursed techniques

a/n: hiii thanks for the love on pt. 1! again this is my first fic so feedback is very much appreciated! will be working on part 3(some) ;)

Read Part 1 Here!

✦✧✸✧✦ 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ✦✧✸✧✦

Chapter 5: Regret

I’m alone with my thoughts, trying to stop the embarrassment from consuming me. I look out the windows before peeking down the hallway—no sign of Satoru anywhere. I realize I’m searching for someone who doesn’t want to be seen.

The intimacy I shared with Sugu—I mean, Satoru, has me conflicted. My mind thinks one thing, but my body feels the other, ultimately bringing me right back where I started. But this time around, my thoughts are coherent enough to take over.

If there’s anyone who would leave without saying goodbye, it’s Satoru. If there’s anyone who would be an absolute tease, it’s Satoru. If there’s anyone who would fuck now and not give a shit later, it’s Satoru. After all this time we spent together, I thought things would change. But now it’s crystal clear: Satoru Gojo will never change.

“Satoru is so annoying,” Shoko grumbled as she barged into my room.

“What’d he do this time?” I asked. With graduation around the corner, all I could think about was passing my exams.

“I asked him out, but he shot me down. He told me it’s because he likes someone else,” Shoko revealed. 

To keep our conversation short, I replied with, “Yeah that sucks I guess, but I’m sure you’re better off just being friends.”

Shoko plopped herself onto my bed, lacing her fingers behind her head while she stared at the ceiling. “Honestly, that’s totally fine—but that’s not the annoying part,” she started. “The annoying part is that he won’t tell me who. He talks about all the girls he hooks up with, but now he wants to keep it a secret? I just don’t get Satoru.”

I let out a sigh, “Maybe he’s just messing with you the same way he does with me. After all, Satoru is such a dick.”

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I spend the evening doing chores in hopes of forgetting what happened earlier this afternoon. If Satoru is going to be like this, the best thing I can do is to leave the past in the past. With my mentorship being over, I have no reason to even think about him anymore. All I need to do now is stick to the plan and keep my energy focused on Suguru.

Oh, right. Suguru. As the image of him forms in my mind, I’m reminded of our date. I’ve been so caught up with Satoru, I realized that I’m nowhere near prepared for tomorrow.

He said to meet at his place, but are we staying there? Or just meeting, then going out? Should I dress up? Or down? Heels, boots, or sneakers? My internal debate goes on for far too long before I finally decide to give him a call. 

The phone rings and I’m greeted with his signature velvety tone. “Did you miss the sound of my voice?” Suguru asks.

I’m immediately paralyzed, unsure of how to reply.

He lets out a little chuckle, “I’m just kidding. What’s up?”

“Ha. ha. Very funny.” I begin to ease up but butterflies still linger in my core. “I actually just wanted to ask what we’re doing tomorrow. I’m trying to figure out what to wear.”

Suguru pauses for a moment, “I don’t want to give away all the surprises, but let’s keep it simple and say dinner. I can’t tell you where, but just wear whatever makes you feel good.”

A surprise? My body tenses in excitement. “Okay, fine. I can work with this. Thank you! I’ll talk to you later!”

“No problem, see you tomorrow,” He replies.

Before I can hang up, Suguru calls for me one last time. When he gets my attention, he finally says, “I’m really excited for our date. I can’t wait to see you.”

“Me too.” I hang up the phone, and I can’t seem to wipe the grin off my face. I’m finally going on a real date with Suguru.

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The next day arrives and at 7pm, I find myself standing in front of Suguru’s door. I’m fixing the dress that I picked out the night before. It’s a black velvet mini dress with sheer cuffed sleeves. The sweetheart neck accentuates my chest, while the fitted flare skirt hugs my curves—the perfect blend of cozy, but classy. My nerves increase after the first knock, but it washes away when the door opens and I see Suguru’s face. 

Although the door is only halfway open, his physical presence still commands the space. His smile is pure and his eyes gaze at me with sincerity. “Please come in,” he says.

When I walk inside to take off my shoes, he closes the door and his footsteps echo towards me. I feel his hand cup the small of my back and a shock jolts through my body. His fingers brush against the zipper of my dress. As he slowly leans down to my ear, he whispers, “You look beautiful tonight.” The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and my heart begins to melt.

“Aww, thank you. You’re looking quite handsome yourself,” I reply, smiling in adoration. 

I take a moment to look around the apartment and my eyes widen. Flower petals line the hallway floor, leading me to the living space. The space is larger than I would expect for a Tokyo apartment. Across the room, windows stretch from the floor to the ceiling, making it feel ten times bigger. The lighting is soft, but the glow from the lamps warm up the space.

My eyes continue to wander until they finally land on his dining room table. Though the table is set for two, it’s completely filled with several plates of food. I see perfectly formed pieces of nigiri, various bowls of soup, an array of grilled fish and meats, and bowls of rice neatly placed on the side. 

“Oh my god, Suguru…did you make all of this?” I ask in disbelief.

He nods, curling his mouth into a smile.

“Do you do this for all your dates?” I challenge, raising my brow.

“Nope, just for you.” He makes his way towards the table. “Since you recently moved back, I wanted to make it feel like home.”

I can feel my jaw drop. I try to speak but nothing comes out. “I—I don’t even know where to start,” I finally reply.

He pulls out a seat and offers his hand to me, “You can start by eating.”

It takes everything I have to resist eating everything in one bite, but the taste is so delicious. Each bite is a burst of flavor that sends me to the moon. Even if our date ended here, I would easily be satisfied. When we finish up our meal, I help him pack the leftovers and clean up.

As we’re washing dishes together, I turn to him. “Suguru, thank you for cooking. You’ve always taken such good care of me. I really don’t deserve you.”

He pauses to turn off the water and wipe his hands. I watch him move towards me to cradle my face while his fingers trace the edge of my jawline. “I told you once before and I’ll tell you again, I like taking care of you. Always have, always will.”

We gaze into each other’s eyes, and for a moment, time stands completely still. I gently place my hands on his chest. His heart beats fast, like it’s trying to challenge my own. Is he just as nervous as I am? As I slowly grasp the wrinkles of his shirt, his pulse quickens and his breath becomes shallow. When I see his smile begin to form, I close my eyes and pull him down to meet my lips.

Suguru’s mouth molds into mine and it’s everything I could’ve ever imagined. I love how his lips are soft and his grasp is warm, nothing in this world can compare. As he guides me to the sink, my back arches and I can feel myself getting engulfed into his body. It’s covering me with comfort and protection. I’ve imagined this moment many times and it’s absolute perfectio—he pulls away.

Suguru walks towards the dining room and he mutters something with his head in his hands.

I follow him, tugging at his sleeve. “Hey, is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”

He finds his way to the couch muttering, “No, no. It’s not you.” After a moment of thought, he continues, ”Sorry, I just thought I could do this but I’m scared of what might happen to us. I don’t want to hurt you, and I definitely don’t want to lose you again.”

I take a seat next to him, placing one hand on his shoulder, and the other over his knee. “Hurt me? Lose me? Again? Suguru, what are you talking about?”

He brushes my arm, hesitant for what comes next. The room is quiet and I can almost hear his heartbeat with mine. “During your last summer here,” he starts. He takes in a breath and slowly lets his words tumble out. “I was talking to Satoru for you—basically telling him to lighten up on the jokes and all that. He seemed to  take it well, but I remember him saying, ‘Fine. But she’s leaving soon anyways so it doesn’t really matter.’ I wasn’t sure what he meant at first, but he ended up telling me that he overheard you talking to Shoko… about moving away.”

My heart drops as memories of that day slowly piece back together…

“Are you really going to leave?” Shoko asked.

I gave an apologetic nod. “It’ll be good for me to get out there, you know? I’d travel the world, learn from other teachers, see if there are bigger and better things out there for me.” I let out a sigh. “I feel like there’s not much here for me anymore.”

“I get it. Well, just know that I’ll miss you. I’m sure the guys will too,” Shoko said as she gave me a hug.

I laughed, “Doubt it.”

I return to the moment and look at Suguru. When he sees tears forming in my eyes, he wipes them away. His hand tightens around mine before he says, “I didn’t think that was true until you told me yourself. It hurt me so much inside but, who was I to stop you from finding yourself or seeing the world? You deserved to do all the things you wanted to do.”

But all I wanted was you. Are you saying you wanted me too? Droplets trickle down my face, but I keep my eyes locked onto his—taking in every single word.

“After you left, I was a mess. I stopped training, so my cursed energy weakened. Then during one of our missions, I fucked up and part of my soul merge with a cursed spirit. When it took over my body, it was strong. It’s a long story, but the main point is— I’m scared to get too close. I don’t think it’s safe.”

I bring myself in closer, moving my hand to his face. “But Suguru, I always feel safe when I’m with you. It’s always been like that, even now…especially now.”

“Yeah, but that’s because I’ve trained myself to control it. When I lose my senses, it slips out, and when it slips out…it isn’t pretty—it just doesn’t feel like me. Even though I’m still the same person physically, everything else becomes more intense. The rage, the aggression, all the things in between.”

He pauses, placing his hand around my cheek. “I like you, a lot. But if I ever let anything happen to you…or worse, if I let myself do anything to hurt you, I don’t know what I would do.”

My heart is pounding, my mind goes blank. The world goes silent as his voice becomes an echo. Is this…real? I open my mouth to let my words out, but nothing. I eventually muster up the strength to ask a question, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was going to, but when you said that you didn’t have anything left here… well, I thought that also meant me. I never wanted to be the one to hold you back.” He retracts and his face becomes resigned.

Before he can pull away, I bring my face to his. “Suguru, I’ve liked you for a very long time. And I appreciate you for letting me live my life, but I promise you—I’m ready for this. For you. For all of you.”

His face softens and shows a smile of relief. “All I want to do is take care of you,” he starts. I can feel his hands tremble. “But I’m scared of the person I’ll become.”

“Suguru…” I lift myself up, slowly climbing over to straddle him. His frame is large, but I still feel myself fit comfortably around him. As I settle myself onto his lap, I feel his bulge pulse against my center. The tension in the air grows as I move myself closer. I let my mouth linger inches away from his and whisper. “I trust you.”

He stops momentarily, savoring every last word that fell from my mouth. His eyes ignite and I can feel fire coursing through his soul. In one second, I feel his breath and in the next, I feel his mouth. He plants a kiss onto my lips, letting his hands roam around me.

Unlike before, this kiss is searing with passion. One hand grabs my hair while the other grabs my ass, and he lays me on the couch until his body is covering me. He pulls away for just a moment before he growls, “Then let me feel you, beautiful.”

Chapter 6: Rough

Something in the room has changed, as though the air has warmed up around us. Traces of Suguru’s cursed energy illuminate the room, forming a blue haze that floats above us. I let out a breath of awe—everything in this moment feels like a dream.

My attention floats back to Suguru as his kisses effortlessly consume me. It’s like he knows all the spots that make me tremble. As he kisses his way down my neck, his hands move to the contours of my curves. When he gets to my chest, he uses his fingers to pull down the neckline of my dress. My heart beats out of me as I’m completely exposed.

He stares for a moment, slowly cupping his hand around my breast. His tongue works my nipple, while my hands grab his hair. The tie on his bun slips and I feel his locks gently fall. The Suguru I’ve known has always been proper—pristine, but the way he looks right now makes him absolutely primal.

As his lips are tugging on me, I feel his hand slip between my thighs. They’re large and overpowering, but they feel so soft as they dance against my skin. There’s no doubt in my mind that his touch is absolutely perfect. His tugs turn into nibbles and a surge of liquid gushes between my legs. As my back arches with pleasure, he pulls off my panties and gently caresses my folds. Suguru brings himself up to kiss me and purrs, “Baby girl, you are soaking wet.”

He continues to treat my breasts with care and I can feel him rub the edges of my slit. I relax myself back into the couch and let the rhythmic passes of his fingers take me—teasing me with every stroke.

“Please Suguru,” I breathe. My voice is needy, unsteady.

He picks up his head while the edge of his mouth curls to the side. Easing his fingers into me, he rumbles, “Anything for you, my love.”

His fingers barely enter me, but the sheer size of them is enough to make me whimper. The thoughts in my head no longer exist. It’s just me, him, and the rush of desire flowing through me. As he glides them back and forth I can feel my juices slip out. My walls contract and pleasure grows between my thighs.

He slides in nice and slow, feeling every inch of the warmth inside of me. The ridges of his fingers press against me, massaging every crevice he can find. Oh how I wish this would never stop.

“Do you like when I touch your pussy like this?” Suguru asks. His voice is sultry and slow.

I can’t find the words so all I do is nod.

He slows down to give me a kiss before his smirk grows into a full on smile. He slides down the couch until he’s near my entrance. “Spread your legs and I can make you feel so much better.”

Whenever he speaks, goosebumps travel across my skin.

He lowers his head and drags his tongue across my slit. It’s wet and warm, emulating the essence of the cream between my legs. His mouth moves all over my center and I can feel myself pulsate against him. He sucks me, licks me, completely consumes me, and all I can do is yell his name. I lock my fingers onto his hair every time he makes me moan.

“You taste so good.” The vibration of his words travel through my walls.

Just like his kisses, his mouth is rough and needy, wanting to taste every bit of me. He swallows every bit of liquid that oozes out and I can tell his mouth is drenched because of me.

As he continues devouring me with his tongue, I feel the length of his fingers tease my entrance. He slides them into me and my moans begin to amplify. My back arches further and the tension continues to build.

His tongue and his fingers move perfectly in sync, I can’t take it. It’s wet, sloppy, and the drumming around my clit leaves me enchanted. I can feel myself reaching my limit.

“Don’t stop,” I pant. My moans become louder and I can feel the tingles creep into my core. “I— I’m gonna come.” 

His pace remains steady, but that doesn’t stop the pleasure from climbing. He doesn’t pick up his head to speak, but the way he drives into me lets me know he’s saying, “Come for me.”

The thought leaves me in absolute heat. I let out one last moan and I feel the orgasm flow through my body. Waves of ecstasy slam against every end of my body. For a moment, I stay still, taking deep breaths and feeling every tingle leave my body. The clouds of Suguru’s cursed energy are still floating around us and I remember that this time, it’s not actually a dream.

I keep my eyes locked on Suguru as he climbs off of the couch. His hair is disheveled and his shirt is wrinkled, but he still looks as handsome as ever. He offers his hand to pull me up, and greets me with a kiss. I feel him pull away, but he remains close and utters softly, “I’m not done with you yet, beautiful.”

He gently turns me around and starts to unzip my dress. As his fingers brush off the fabric on my shoulders he tells me, “I’m warning you now… I’ve done my best to remain steady, but if I start to slip I can’t promise that you’ll like who I become. Are you sure you still want to do this?”

My dress drops to the floor and his gaze roams my body.

I slowly lift up his shirt and pull him close. “It’s okay Suguru, I can take it.”

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Suguru grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me into a fevered kiss. His body towers over me as I race to take off the rest of his clothes. When I make my way to his pants, I let my hand graze the length of his cock. He immediately hardens beneath me and the air takes another shift. The haze of blue swirls fade into red and his skin runs hot like fire.

I can barely pull down his slacks before he grabs my waist to pull me up against him. His skin is smooth, his chest is hard, and I can feel him brush against my center. When his strong grip takes a hold of my ass, I wrap my legs around him while he walks us to his room. 

He sets me on the bed and guides me down until my back presses against his sheets. The lights are off, but the red fog illuminates the room—allowing me to make out the contours of his body.

He looms over me and begins to rub my clit. I hum in pleasure and roll my head back.

“You’ve barely even touched me and I’m already breaking,” he growls. He takes another look at my body and I can feel the hunger in his eyes. “You are god damn beautiful.”

Suguru uncovers his cock, and I can feel my eyes widen. He’s big. And I mean big. As he tugs against it, I feel my eyes locking onto him—he’s mesmerizing.

“Is something the matter, princess?” he smirks. His brow arches like it’s a challenge. “Like you said… you can take it.”

I do my best to bite back a smile as my heart continues to race. The haze grows brighter around us.

Suguru lowers himself onto the bed, guiding himself into me. He stretches me so wide, forcing me to moan—but I know it’s only the tip. He continues to ease himself inside and I can’t help but gasp for air.

Once my walls adjust to his size, he grips my thighs and picks up his tempo. I can feel his whole length beat against my cervix. I cry in pleasure as my back arches and my eyes begin to shut.

“Eyes on me, baby girl. The whole time.” My eyes shoot open and see a fiendish smile dance across his face. “Now show me how much of a slut you can be.”

He moves one hand up my body, stopping to stroke my nipple, before landing on the edge of my neck. His fingers gently press on the sides of my throat, leaving just enough passage for air to flow through. His touch is violent, his voice is stern, but all of it has me dripping in delight.

My mind goes numb, registering only the feelings of pleasure and pain. I knew he was large, but the magnitude of his cock leaves me speechless. I keep my gaze fixed on him as he drives inside me, making me cry out louder each time. All I can make out is, “Fuck, Suguru.”

“That’s my girl. Louder,” he growls. “Let me hear how much you need me.”

My moans begin to amplify, but that only makes his thrusts go deeper. I don’t know who this Suguru is, but he tames me like an animal and fucks me like a beast. Everything about this makes me crave him so much more. My thighs clench at the thought, making the juices leave my body. “Fuck—that feels…so—good.” My words are breathy and labored.

“Your pussy is so tight. Fitting for a little slut like you.” He releases briefly and forcefully flips me over. As he grabs a fistfull of my hair to pull me close to his face, I feel him whisper. “Let’s see how well you can take me from behind.”

He keeps his grip wrapped in my hair, and my head presses into his chest. I feel his power surge through me as he pushes his way back inside. My center is so wet, he makes driving into me seem effortless. When he rams into the front of my walls, I feel myself squeeze around him.

Suguru releases my hair, but he wastes no time. His fingers move to hook into my mouth, leaving every part of my body filled. His other hand remains painfully gripped around my waist. I struggle to catch my breath when his pressure doesn’t let up.

“You feel so good, baby girl. I could fuck you forever.” The vibration of his voice tickles the side of my throat. His pace is steady but his movements are rough and relentless.

Every beat has me screaming in desire.

Suguru lets his hands trail from my mouth to my center and uses the wetness on his fingers to rub my clit. I’m overwhelmed with pleasure as I feel my folds throb against him. With my mouth free, he plants hungry kisses onto my lips and I can feel my body wanting to release.

His hips continue to strike into me, causing tears to well into my eyes. They fall down my cheek, but his tongue slowly cleans it up before he returns his mouth back to mine.

The pressure inside grows and I feel my climax calling for me. He’s so good. All of him feels so good. I can’t stop thinking about the way he looks, the way he feels, how perfect he is inside of me. “Please don’t stop, I’m—gonna—” I can barely speak, let alone breathe. “Come.”

“As my little slut should. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.” His breath quickens and the way his body moves tells me he’s close too. “Do you want me to come inside of you?”

I moan with pleasure and that’s the only confirmation he needs.

Suguru roars in desire, but the volume of my cry rivals him. I feel him release inside of me as tides of my orgasm flow through my body. My ears are ringing and my fingers go numb.

His come feels hot as it shoots up through me. As his grip tenses around me, I can feel them leaving bruises on my skin. He catches his breath and slowly glides his way out of me. I can feel his liquid dripping down my thighs.

I let myself settle back down onto the bed, feeling the remnants of my orgasm drift away.

Suguru adjusts himself so that his mouth hovers inches away from my ear. “Thank you for gracing me with that perfect little pussy.” he whispers.

No, Suguru. Thank you.

Chapter 7: Relax

The morning comes and the sun beams brightly through the windows. I wake up and see Suguru’s arm wrapped around me. His embrace gives me comfort, and I never want to let go. As I adjust myself to see his face, I notice how the rays of sun bounce off his back. The light illuminates the outline of his silhouette—he is truly an angel.

I think back last night—how raw, powerful, and commanding he was. But as I look at him now, I see that there’s no sign of the animal he once was. His eyes are softly shut, his mouth is calm, and his hair is gently swept across his face. I brush back the strands that have fallen, and place a delicate kiss on his cheek. With one last look of admiration, I slowly inch my way out of the bed to grab a glass of water.

“No, don’t go,” he softly groans. He’s half asleep, but his grasp pulls me right back next to him. He caresses the contours of my naked body, and I’m reminded of how good it feels to have his hands around me.

I let out a little chuckle, “I’m getting water, I’ll be right back.” I give him another kiss and he surrenders. I hear him grumble but he doesn’t fight back as I wiggle my way out of the bed.

I make my way through the living room, and back to the kitchen. Sunlight pours through the windows, unveiling the aftermath of our night. Our clothes are everywhere, the furniture is skewed, and the pillows from the couch have been dumped on the floor.

As I pick up the mess, I hear the door unlock and my heart immediately drops into my stomach. Fuck. I’m completely bare. Running back to the room would take too much time, so I race to put on the shirt that Suguru wore the night before. Who the hell is even at the…oh, it’s Satoru. I forgot they were roommates.

When I realize it’s Satoru, I feel my heart stop and a powerful rage fills me. I’m reminded of the anger, the horror, and the embarrassment I felt Friday afternoon. I thought I could look past it, but I let my emotions consume me.

As the door closes, I hear a vexing voice drifting my way. “Looks like someone had a little fun last night.”

I march up to him as the hems of Suguru's shirt brush against my knees. “What the hell is your problem, Satoru?”

He continues setting down his belongings. “For someone who looks like they had great sex, you seem a little feisty.” His tone is mellow, his grin is smug. It’s everything I hate about him. 

All I want to do is scream, but with Suguru asleep, my voice remains hushed. “One—yes, I did have great sex, thank you for noticing. But two—I’m furious with you. What happened on Friday? You literally just left me there.  And three—What is your problem? What kind of sick person does that?”

Satoru leans himself against the table. “Listen, angel. I did you a favor.”

I rush in front of him to block the noise from traveling too far. “Keep it down,” I snap at him.

Satoru picks himself up and takes a step towards me. His face hovers over me and I can feel my heart shudder. Our gaze latches onto each other as he softly whispers in my ear. “You seemed like you were enjoying yourself there, and trust me… while I would’ve loved to go further, I couldn’t take that away from Suguru.”

My arms cross and my stare remains unwavering. I scoff in his face. “You are so annoying. What makes you think I would ever let you have sex with me?”

“You wouldn’t?” He fires back quickly.

My jaw drops. I want to shoot back, but I’m at a complete loss for words. The hesitation is enough for his look to become even more self-assured.

He steps a bit closer and the heat from his body warms the air. “I’m just kidding angel. Although, I’m sure Suguru wouldn’t mind sharing.”

I push him back with enough force for him to bump the table. “Satoru!”

He makes his way around me and charges straight for the rooms. “You know what? We can just ask him about that right now. Hey Su—”

“Satoru, shut up!” I try to pull him back but his force is too strong.

A raspy voice emerges. “Good morning,” Suguru appears from the hallway leading to the room. He looks at us and breaks into a gentle laughter. “I guess some things never change with you two.”

He walks over to me, wrapping his hand around my waist to give me a kiss. “Nice shirt.”

My cheeks flush as I'm reminded that all I have on is Suguru’s oversized tee. I cling to him in embarrassment.

Satoru watches us move to the couch as he grabs a drink from the refrigerator. His brow perks up with interest. “This is new. Looks like you two had a fun night,” he calls from across the room.

I feel my eyes burn as I glare at him.

Suguru wraps his arm around me as a gesture of reassurance and I settle into his arms. “Satoru, relax. Don’t you have other women to fuck or bother? Leave mine alone.” He kisses me on the forehead and I look up at him with affection.

Satoru grabs his drink and strolls to his room. “Yes, your majesty,” he mocks Suguru lovingly. He turns to me with a sarcastic bow. “Sorry m’lady, please go about your day.”

I roll my eyes at him before directing my attention to Suguru. “How do you do that?” I ask curiously.

“Do what?” he replies.

“I don’t know, wrangle him? Satoru always listens to you.”

“I get him out of so many things, he basically owes me for life.”

“You’re always looking out for everyone, aren’t you?" I smile because this is the Suguru I know and love. Nothing about him could ever scare me away.

He turns to look at me like I’m the only person in the world. “But it’s only fun when I get to do it for you.”

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Our morning together is exactly what I hoped it would be. We spend a good bulk of our time preparing breakfast—grilling fish and whipping up tamagoyaki, just to scarf it down with a side of rice.

Unfortunately for me, Satoru joins us for the meal. However, I’m pleasantly surprised when he decides to keep the conversation tame. As much as I hate the guy, he’s not completely intolerable. We spend a few moments cracking jokes and I watch them playfully argue about who would win in a fight. As I look around the table, I smile. I’m overjoyed with the feelings of nostalgia that whip through my soul.

After we finish cleaning up our meal, Satoru heads back into his room while Suguru and I plop ourselves on the couch. He rests one elbow on the armrest, and the other around my shoulder. I snuggle myself into him and rest my head on his chest. He plants a kiss on my forehead and His eyes light up with his genuine smile.

I've shared many years of my life with Suguru, yet none of them have been quite like this. His cuddles comfort me, his kisses revive me, and his touch—well, his touch ignites me in ways I can’t describe.

“You know, I could stay like this forever,” I say to him.

“What do you mean?” His brow lifts.

“Being cuddled up against you. It’s the best feeling.” I smile because it’s true.

“I mean, don’t get me wrong, this is great,” he begins. “But I can think of a couple more things that might feel better.” He moves from the armrest, letting his fingers graze my chest and dance down my body. He lifts up the hem of my shirt.

A jolt of arousal runs through me when I feel the pads of his fingers rub against my panties.

“Suguru!” I playfully push him off with a smile.

He raises his brow and smirks. “What’s wrong? Don’t think you can handle another round?”

“Satoru is right there,” I murmured, carefully keeping my voice down.

Suguru adjusts himself to get a better angle of my lips and presses his mouth against mine. “He can fuck off. Let him see.”

My attention is immediately averted when I hear a passing voice coming from the bathroom.

“I’m right here,” Satoru calls out as he crosses the opening in the hallway.

Without breaking the kiss, Suguru lifts his hand from me, and I shift my eyes to see his middle finger raised at Satoru. I chuckle.

Satoru returns to his room and shuts the door. Once we’re back to being alone, Suguru returns my kisses and focuses his attention back to my folds.

The pleasure rises as I feel his lips part and he slips his tongue into my mouth. He hums against my lips as his fingers gently rub my clit. No matter how many times he touches me, I still feel a rush. My body gets lighter as it drifts away, in search of euphoria and I mutter curses under my breath. I wish this feeling would never stop. My thighs begin to clench as I feel liquid form between them. This is so— 

Buzz. I hear his phone chime on the table. He silences it and stays fixated on me. 

Buzz. He tries to ignore it, hoping it will pass.

Buzz. He hesitates. Now completely distracted, he momentarily breaks away. “I’m so sorry. Do you mind if I take this real quick?”

I nod, moving from him so he can get up to take the call. I can’t really make out the conversation, but judging from his tone, it doesn’t seem great.

He hangs up the phone and shoots me with an apologetic smile, “Yaga needs me to help with some curse clean up, but it shouldn’t take long. I promise. Do you mind if I step away for a little bit?”

My brow furrows. “Why doesn’t he ever call for Satoru’s help?”

“For what it’s worth, he does call him. But have you met Satoru?”

“Yeah you’re right.” I remember our conversation from earlier. I get him out of so many things, he basically owes me for life. Damn you, Satoru. You owe him—or rather me, big time. I let out a sigh as disappointment washes over me.

Suguru gives me a soft kiss, though he knows that isn’t enough to satisfy the arousal between my legs. “I’m so sorry. Feel free so stay if you want, make yourself feel at home,” he starts. “It’s 12 right now, so I’ll probably be back in an hour—two hours, max. I promise.”

As he gathers himself together, Satoru approaches from his room and appears in the hallway crossing. He rests his arm on the edge of the frame and directs himself to Suguru. “Hey, I heard some shuffling, are you going somewhere?”

My eyes widen as I notice Satoru’s body stretched along the wall. He’s only wearing a pair of sweats while his top is completely bare. The sun from the windows hits the contours of his muscles, making his skin glisten. His white hair rests gently on his face as he tilts his head in curiosity. The blue in his eyes are centered on Suguru but the color still pierces my vision from afar.

My gaze goes from the top of the frame and travels down the length of Satoru’s forearms. It reaches the subtle curves of his bicep and slowly creeps down to the lines of his chest and the ridges of his abs. His build is lean, and his body is defined. My eyes slowly roam as they follow the lines of the V-shaped trail that leads right down to—fuck. Stop.

What am I doing?

I snap out of it and return to find myself plugged in mid-conversation.

“...I can go if you want,” Satoru finishes. 

Suguru continues to round up his things, but pauses to place an arm on Satoru’s shoulder and sighs. “I would love that, truly. But no offense, you’d probably get yourself into trouble. Yaga would just call me anyways to clean up your mess too.” He turns to me with a regretful look, pleading for forgiveness. “It’s just faster if I do it myself, I promise I’ll be quick.”

Satoru huffs as he rolls his eyes. “You’re right, but offense has still been taken.”

One more kiss and Suguru heads to the door. “Be a good mentor and take care of her while I’m gone. Try not to be an asshole.” His voice trails, but he stops momentarily to give me one last heartfelt smile. The door closes and my gut churns as I’m left staring at a shirtless Satoru.

Satoru lifts himself off of the frame and heads back to his room. Before the door shuts, he mockingly calls out, “Don’t worry angel, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

I shake my head and let out an exasperated breath. Even when he’s being cordial, he still gets under my skin.

With Suguru gone, I’m unsure of what to do. My core still feels tight and there’s the lingering arousal between my legs. Satoru has locked himself in his room, so it feels like I have most of the apartment to myself. I use this as the perfect opportunity to draw myself a bath so I can finally relax. 

✦✧✸✧✦

Stepping into the tub, the immediate warmth cocoons me. It reminds me of being wrapped in Suguru’s embrace. I take a few moments to unwind, feeling the comfort of the water against my skin. My head rests on the edge of the tub as I close my eyes and let my mind drift…

Slowly…

Slowly…

Drift…

My vision jumps to Suguru as he hums into my breasts and teases my folds. His touch is warm and playful, but it’s no surprise that I long for more. The image in my mind is clear, but the feeling falls short. I let my hands slip between my thighs and let the gentle pressure of my fingers fuel my fantasy.

The image shifts, and I envision how Suguru’s frame completely overpowers me. His shoulders are wide, his muscles are thick, and I let my eyes trail down his beautiful body. The contours of his abs feel like steel, but his skin is smooth as his hips rock against me. My gaze reaches his cock and it’s already trickling in arousal.

He teases me, gently sliding the tip across my slit. I bite my lip to hold back my whimper. When he sees how needy I am for him, he guides his length into me and I feel him expand my walls. I let myself mimic the motions with my hands and a rush of pleasure flows through me.

Suguru grinds his hips, thrusting everything he has into me until my pussy is completely filled. The rhythmic motion leaves me dizzy and I can feel my vision beginning to blur. The tension inside me boils as I imagine the friction of his cock massaging me. All of his ridges compliment my own and I can feel myself drip with desire.

Suguru’s presence invades my thoughts and a moan escapes my breath. As I feel myself pulsate against the pressure of my fingers, a devilish voice drifts through my head. Though I can’t make out the voice, the thought just fuels my fire.

“He would tell you you’re soaking wet,” I continue working my clit until I’m on the brink of pleasure. I squirm as the tingles of my orgasm begin to peek over the horizon.

“He would say you’re god damn beautiful,” The words make my core flutter and my center continues to throb. I’m close, so close. The image in my head flips.

“Does he make you feel good?” Yes. So good. A vision of Satoru pounding into me resonates through my body. I’m about to—

“Yes, angel. Come for—” Fuck.

My eyes immediately shoot open when I realize the narrator of my thoughts. No, no, no, no. That did not just happen. I feel like I just woke up from a mortifying nightmare. But…if it’s a nightmare, then why do I still feel myself quiver? Stop.

I grab my towel and I shake my head to wipe away the image. As I let the bath drain, I find myself deep in thought. Why the hell is Satoru in my head and how do I get him out? I press my fingertips against my temples. Please just leave.

I try to collect myself, but memories of Friday with Satoru flood my brain. I get flashbacks of his fingers pressing into me and I immediately feel weak. I remember his tongue on my center and it makes my heart skip a beat. Stop. In my haste, I bolt out the door and collide into a large figure. 

I lift my head up to see Satoru standing before me. The warmth of his skin bounces off of me. “What the hell are you doing?” My voice is raised, but he doesn’t realize it’s because he invaded my thoughts. 

Satoru furrows his brow with one hand holding a towel around his waist, and the other raised up in defense. “Whoa, can’t I take a bath in my own house?”

My pupils dilate when I realize our towels are the only thing in between our bodies. It takes every bit of willpower to not let my eyes linger below his waist. I decide to keep my head down and swiftly maneuver past him. “Oh, right. Fine, just go ahead.” I get to the front of Suguru’s door, and my hand hovers over the knob.

Before I can turn it, Satoru calls out to me. “By the way, I noticed you were a little loud in there.” I try to move, but my body stands still. ”Were those moans for me?”

I’m frozen in shock. I tilt my head to see if his gaze is darting towards me—it’s not. Instead, all I see is his towel drop, but the door shuts before I can see it hit the floor. Nice ass—Stop.

My cheeks flush, my heart races, and I’m pretty sure my entire soul has left my body. How do I leave every interaction with Satoru feeling absolutely mortified?

Chapter 8: Repeat

Were those moans for me? No. Yes—I mean kinda? So what if they were? Fucking hell, this cannot be happening right now. Stupid Satoru and his stupid charm.

As I struggle to push the thoughts aside, I check the clock and it’s 12:30 pm. It’s only been thirty minutes since Suguru left. That’s okay, I can just relax in his room and avoid Satoru for the next hour and a half. I let out a groan and try to figure out my next move.

I set the towel down and look at my options for clothing—Suguru’s shirt from last night, dirty. The dress that I wore here, dirty. My panties sitting on the floor, soaked… and dirty. With my options limited, I settle for a fresh t-shirt from Suguru’s dresser, hoping he won’t mind. Similar to the last one, this one barely grazes my knees—but it’s cozy nonetheless.

I spend some time mindlessly scrolling away on my phone, until my stomach starts to growl—I haven’t eaten since breakfast. I tiptoe my way to the door and press my ear against the wood to see if there’s any sign of Satoru in the common space. It seems quiet, so I think the coast is clear—but of course, it isn’t.

Satoru is sitting at the dining table with his headphones in. He looks like he’s intently watching something on his phone. His hair is a bit wet, and he still hasn't gotten around to putting on a shirt. Can’t blame him though, it is his apartment after all. After a moment, he notices that I’ve stepped out of Suguru’s room and pauses the video to talk to me.

“Oh hey, you’re alive! I thought you were either masturbating, napping, or dead so I didn’t want to disturb you.”

I give him a half smile, spotting an unfinished plate of food resting in front of him. It reminds me why I went out in the first place.

“You’re probably hungry. Here, I can warm up something for you.” Before I can protest, he’s already up to grab me a plate, some chopsticks, and containers from the refrigerator.

“Oh okay, thanks.” Satoru hasn’t teased me yet. In fact, he’s actually being nice? So far so good. I take a seat at the table and try to figure out what’s playing on his phone. “What are you watching?”

“It’s this movie about some mad scientist who turns—”

“People into worms,” I help finish off his sentence.

He smiles. “Yeah, Human Earthworm 4. You know it? One of my students keeps pestering me to watch it. It’s messed up, but I actually think it’s kinda funny.”

“Yeah, I knew I recognized it! I’ve seen this one before and it’s pretty good. Unlike the others, this one feels more like a romance.” I reply with a laugh. 

After setting down my food, Satoru disconnects his headphones and moves his plate to the spot next to mine. He props his phone in between us and we spend the last 20 minutes of the movie eating our lunch, huddled closely together around his phone. His body heat radiates as our shoulders touch, sending a brief shock through me.

When we finish our meal, I wipe down the table while he washes the dishes in the sink. We laugh about the movie, share sentiments about the storyline, Satoru even comes up with theories on what Human Earthworm 5 would be like. In moments like this, I’m reminded of the times in our mentorship where we actually got along. This is nice—this Satoru is nice.

As I finish putting the last container back into the fridge, I hear him turn off the faucet. I turn around to see him dry his hands and lean on the edge of the counter. I can tell something in his demeanor has changed. His mouth opens to say something, but he decides to keep it shut.

“Is everything okay?”

He looks away, scratching the back of his head as if he’s nervous to speak. “So, you never answered my question.”

“What question?”

“Your bath. Your moans. Were they—”

I immediately cut him off while my eyes roll, and my shoulders drop. I was hoping he wouldn’t bring it up, but I should’ve known better. All Satoru wants to do in life is get under my skin. “I really don’t understand you. I know you’re capable of being a nice and normal human being, so why do you insist on antagonizing me like this?”

He takes a step forward, like it’s a challenge. “You’re not denying it, so I can’t be completely wrong.”

My mouth twitches open, but I hesitate. I guess I’m not denying it.

Satoru moves another inch closer, causing me to take a small step back. His powerful presence is all I can feel. His velvety tone delivers his words nice and slow. “Do you want to know the beauty of the Six Eyes, angel? It means that I can see everything.”

I feel the heat rush to my cheeks and I take in a sharp breath. Everything? What does he mean by everything? “Wh—What are you talking about?” I stammer.

His words are paced and methodical. “I see the way your cursed energy changes every time I walk in the room.”

There’s silence.

“...I can see the way it gravitates towards me when I rest on the doorframe, and the way it struggles to hold your gaze up when I’m wrapped in a towel.”

The sound of my heart fills the room.

“...I see the way it vibrates when you try to get a glimpse of my ass.”

My jaw drops open, but nothing comes out.

“...And I definitely see it sync with your heartbeat whenever I whisper in your ear.”

His hand grazes my shoulder while the other gently caresses my waist. I let him. My gaze locks onto his and I’m completely hypnotized.

Satoru slowly leans down and stops until his face is next to mine. “You want me, angel.”

I stiffen my spine, in hopes of him seeing that I won’t back down. But who am I kidding? I’ve already been caught in his trap. As I take in the scent of his freshly bathed body, I feel myself gush between my thighs. In that instant, I’m reminded that my only piece of clothing is an oversized shirt. “So what if I do?”

Satoru smiles, gently pinning me against the refrigerator. He places his forehead on top of mine and can feel his gaze burn through me. “Do you remember the rules I told you about on your first day back?”

One—If you want me, don’t want me.

Two—If you need me, don’t need me.

Three—If you need my help, help yourself first.

I let him lift my chin and gently kiss my lips. “I think they were for me more than they were for you. Because right now, I want you too.” 

When I kiss him back, I feel his touch become more needy. I haven’t said a single word, but he knows my actions speak louder. He grabs my waist and flips me around so that my hips are pinned against his counter, allowing him to go deeper into the kiss. His grip is demanding, desperate to feel every bit of my body.

“I played nice and let Suguru have his fun, but I’m telling you right now—I need you.” He briefly pulls away and I see a rush of desire filling his hungry eyes. “So please angel, help me.”

I direct one of his hands to the bulge of his pants and the other underneath my shirt and in between my legs.  “How about you help yourself first.”

“No panties? Angel, you’re making this way too easy.” Satoru tugs down his pants to reveal his cock, stroking it as he teases my folds. He drops his forehead onto my shoulder and I hear him groan as he pleases himself. The size of his length is enough to make me gasp. I watch his large hands tug on it before my vision is blocked by Satoru pressing his lips into mine.

My arms stretch back onto the counter and I can feel the coolness of the sink spike through my fingers. My head rolls back and the rays of sunlight blind me as Satoru kisses his way down my neck.

“I always thought you were a good girl,” he growls in my ear. “I never expected you to prove me wrong.”

The words send shivers down my spine and I immediately tangle my fingers into his hair. He slides his fingers inside of me and my slick oozes out onto his hands. I feel the warmth of his pads, the ridges of his knuckles, I feel everything. He glides himself in and out, and the pressure instantly makes my walls convulse.

He continues to jack himself off and his breath becomes labored. The warmth in his breath hugs me as his kisses move back to my mouth. He’s desperately clinging to my lips and I can hear his groans as I tug on his hair.

He breaks away, panting, leaving our faces inches from each other. “Do you want to know the real reason I left that day?” he reveals. 

My gaze locks onto his beautiful blue eyes.

“If I stayed, I would’ve wanted more. I would’ve dropped my limitless and it would be over.” Satoru slows down the pace of his fingers, and I feel myself dripping down on him with excitement. I guide the rest of his pants off and he gently lifts off my shirt.

The softness of his skin roams my body, leaving a trail of fire within me. When his hands are done searching, he drags them up to cup my face. “I left because… If I had the chance to feel you, and I mean really feel you, I would’ve fucked you until your legs give out.”

My mouth twitches and I raise my brow to challenge him. “Prove it.”

Before I can even think, Satoru’s hands race to grab a hold of my thighs. He lifts me up until my elbows are resting on the counter and my feet are off the floor. His grip is powerful as he drives his cock straight into me. No easing, no adjusting, just pure thrusting. I immediately throw my head back and moan in sincere delight, knocking over the dish rack behind me.

His hands venture over to my ass, squeezing so hard like he wants to milk every last bit of me. I don’t mind the bruises as long as it showers me with bliss. The pounding of his hips against mine reverberates through the entire room. All I hear is our moans mix with groans and he’s fucking me senseless like a messy symphony of pleasure and pain. 

As his cock drills into me, I feel my back ache as he presses me into the counter. The edges dig into me, but the arousal between my legs overpowers it all. “Fuck.”

When Satoru notices, he eases his stroke to pick me up, and carries me to the table. “Maybe this will be a little more comfortable for you.”

I feel my cheeks touch the surface and slowly lower my back onto the wood. Satoru picks up one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder. Once he settles, he resumes pace and doesn’t let up. Whatever angle he has me at has his cock ramming directly into the sensitive spot in my pussy. I struggle to find a grip on the table, causing the vase of faux plants to crash. 

“Angel, you are so tight.” His words have my moans growing louder by the second. How can I be an angel when Satoru fucks me like he’s the god damn devil?

His pace slowly increases and I feel my orgasm works its way to my core. “S—so close.”

Satoru removes his hold from my waist and brings his fingers to his mouth. He wraps his lips around them, before placing them on my clit. The initial shock stuns me, causing my walls to contract. He works with an even pressure, smearing all of my slick around me. The vibrations of his fingers build up inside of me and I can feel my body on the brink of release. He gives one last thrust, knocking down a chair and shaking the table, and I immediately crumble.

My orgasm shoots out from my core, down my legs, and through my toes. I let out a moan but it feels like my cry can be heard from miles away. The pleasure overtakes me and a rush of ecstasy floods my brain. My eyes snap shut, my body tenses, but as my orgasm fades, I wonder if I just died and got railed to heaven.

Satoru falls over me, panting hard to catch his breath. He lifts his head and curls his mouth into a smile. I return his smile with a complementary chuckle.

I slowly prop myself up when suddenly, a voice suddenly emerges from the hallway. “Satoru, you cheeky little bastard. When I said take care of her, I didn’t mean it like that.” Fuck. Suguru.

My mind goes blank and I can’t even move. Satoru’s head perks up as he turns to face Suguru. The air is tense and the silence lingers for far too long. Time slows down and it feels like no one has moved in what feels like hours. As I focus my attention on Suguru, I’m puzzled to see the reaction on his face. I fully expect anger and rage, but it’s…not?

“Hey, I—” Satoru starts.

Suguru lifts up his brow and the side of his mouth twitches into a smirk. “Well, are you going to let me join, or am I just gonna sit here and watch?”

As my eyes widen, Satoru turns his head back towards me. “See angel, I told you he wouldn’t mind sharing.”

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[shootingstar-scuderia]

tomorrow never knows

summary: oscar knows a lot of things but when logan seat gets taken from him it turns out that oscar really doesn't know anything at all

(or my brain is still stuck on australia 24 and one (1) line from taylor swift and phoebe bridger's nothing new )

Oscar knows it before the news even breaks. He’s hanging around the garage, antsy, waiting for one of his engineers to get back to him about the data they were going over earlier.

He’s been on edge all day really, anxiety chewing on him in ways that don’t make sense. He’s at his home race, surrounded by fans who love him, who are excited to see him race and somehow that’s not the part he’s nervous about.

He’s nervous about Logan. Worried about whatever is happening behind closed doors at Williams. There hasn’t been any official statement yet, but the writing is on the wall. 

There have been whispers of it all over the paddock, murmurs of “that’s tough luck” or “what a shit thing to do to your driver” throughout the McLaren garage. No one is too worried about it really, Logan’s not their driver, but Oscar can still feel something still hangs thick in the air. It’s the knowing he thinks, the waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And then the other shoe does drop.

The other shoe drops and it’s like nothing has even happened. Everyone in the garage is still going about their jobs, unaffected by the news. Head down, it’s not your team, it’s not McLaren. And Oscar thinks that he would be the same way too, if it was someone else and not logan. He thinks he’d be able to get by on a shared look with Lando and a murmured “horrible.”

But it’s not. It’s Logan. And Oscar is with a rage that simmers under the profound sadness he feels. Because he knows what this means for Logan and he knows what this means for them.

It’s almost unconscious the way his feet move. One moment he’s in the McLaren garage and the next he's in Williams trying to find Logan. Trying not to think about the way his eyes water when he’s distraught. The way he shifts his feet from side to side, when he’s antsy and desperate to be anywhere but where he is right now.

When Oscar does see him it’s not a pretty sight. He can see the panic in Logan’s body, torn between fight or flight, surrounded by his team in a way that Oscar knows is suffocating rather than comforting. 

He breaks through the little circle that’s formed and grabs Logan by the shoulder to pull him away from everyone. Oscar doesn’t even care that people try to stop them, single mindedly focused on corralling Logan down the corridor and into his driver’s room.

“Osc, what are you- they still- I’m so,” Logan’s neck cranes to look behind him, but his feet keep the marching pace Oscar has set.

Oscar gives Logan a quick squeeze, “I know,” he says. “I know. They can wait.”

He sits Logan down on the little massage table that’s been set up and settles down next to him, pulling him close. “Come ‘ere.”

And that all it takes for Logan to throw his arms over Oscar’s shoulders and bury himself into him.

“It’s so unfair.”

“I know Logs, it’s not fair at all.”

“I know.” It seems to be all Oscar can say and he hates it. Because it’s not really true is it? He doesn’t really know, does he? He doesn't know how it feels, he doesn't know why Williams did it, he doesn’t know anything at all.

“What’s worse is that I think I could have done it. I could have gotten us points.”

And the only thing Oscar can do is pull Logan even closer to him, “they’re making a mistake, you would have gotten points. I know it.”

Logan doesn’t cry, he just lets out a shuddering breath, his body sagging against Oscar’s.

“No you don’t,” Logan says his voice wavering, “you don’t know that.”

And Oscar knows he’s right. He knows that they’ll never get the chance to know if Logan could have gotten points this weekend. That they were robbed of it before they even could figure it out.

“And I know what people will say,” he continues, “I know they’ll be saying that it makes sense from a points perspective, that they did what they had to do. And they’ll say that I’d be better suited in Indy, at something else.” 

Logan sighs, his whole body collapsing in on itself. “But I don’t want to be better at something else, I want to be better at this.”

And Oscar knows that too. Because he knows Logan, because he knows that it was always the dream. That it was supposed to be the two of them, on the podium together, winning championships.

It feels impossible to know if this holds true now. A couple years ago, when they were moving from F3 to F2 and winning, they knew there was a chance. But when they were younger, they knew this without a doubt. They knew that it would be Logan and Oscar, Oscar and Logan, racing each other until time itself stopped.

How could they have known everything at 15 and 16, but nothing at 22 and 23?

He’ll come with Logan to the track tomorrow Oscar thinks, hide him away in McLaren for a little bit until he has to go and play nice with everyone for the cameras. And he’ll hold Logan close tonight and stop him from thinking of the future, of the cliffside of legacy they’re teetering on the edge of. That much he knows and that’s enough for tomorrow. And for the day after that, and for the day after that. 

Oscar knows that Williams didn’t make the right choice, but they made a choice and they’ll continue to make choices. Choices about Logan’s future in F1, choices that will shape his image as a driver. Choices that they can’t control and ones they won’t know about but will have to face together.

Oscar can only hope that when the time comes they’ll make the right choices.

[armpirate]

Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 22

Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating

Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting

Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.

Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.

After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.

He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.

Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit. 

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Aprox. time of reading: 23 minutes

Chapter warnings: Smut, inexperienced!San, oral sex (female receiving), male masturbation, dirty talk

San looked for any chance he could use to catch both Mingi or Wooyoung by themselves to have that conversation he didn't really want to have, but needed to. But every time he had the chance, either because one of them was out meeting up with friends, or working, San took a few steps back and ate those words before they were able to form in his throat.

First it was Mingi. He was all alone watching TV, with his feet resting on the coffee table -after he had told him several times not to place them there. The remote was resting against his lips while he held it from the bottom, concentrating on how pencils were made. Before speaking up, San tried to plan what he was going to say, and how he was going to say it so his friend would take it as a serious topic, and not as a joke.

—Can I speak to you about something?

—Sure —he answered, without moving his eyes from the TV—. If it's about the leftovers in the fridge, I can still eat it. So I'll eat it soon, just have patience.

—It's not about that —San assured him—. It's something else.

—Oh —his attention quickly shifted to San—, what is it, then?

How could he even form that question?

—Let's imagine you've never cooked in your life, right? And a friend comes and joins you in the kitchen —he tried to explain—. This friend is really good at cooking, so it adds a lot of pressure, right? A lot of pressure... —he continued— You don't want to make a mess, but you also don't want to sit and watch how the other cooks, because you want the other to enjoy food to the same level you will enjoy it.

Mingi's glare was blank for a whole minute, with his eyebrows shortly furrowing at the edges, before his mouth opened wide. At first, San thought that his friend got the memo of what he was trying to ask, but it only took him to speak to let him know he didn't catch a single hint.

—Is this about Wooyoung? Did he complain because I don't cook? —Mingi quickly reacted— I cooked three days ago. It was your turn, and today he had to cook. But we ordered something instead. So, technically, he's the one that should cook tomorrow. He always does the same thing.

Before San could even deny his assumptions, Mingi stood up from his place, placing the remote roughly on the coffee table to walk to his room and close the door behind him.

He sat there, staring at the white door that had just been closed in front of him, regretting the moment he decided to come up with that example. He should've gone straight to the point...

His head was thrown back, and his sigh was heavy when he had a headache looking for Wooyoung in his chats, just to notice a strange person called "Pocketful of Sunshine" right under Y/n's chat. He needed to stop doing that.

San: Where are you?

San: and for the record, stop changing your name on my phone

It took Wooyoung just two minutes to reply to his text with a kissy emoji; he loved using those whenever he had the chance.

Wooyoung: I'm at the cafe near my building

Wooyoung: You know that one with the disgusting coffee?

San flinched just at the reminisce of the taste. It was indeed disgusting, so he just couldn't understand why Wooyoung kept going there.

Wooyoung: There is a cute boy

Wooyoung: I'm three americanos away from getting his number

Wooyoung: What do you want?

San: Nothing, it's alright

Was his issue as urgent for him to show up where he was?

He had been able to wait for a few days, while he fought all his insecurities and tried to come up with the best way to introduce the issue. Only for it to fail as soon as he opened his mouth. It wasn't urgent, but he was sure he wanted to have it all sorted out next time he saw Y/n. The last few days they had been texting, with their flirting getting over the roof, and only stopping at the highest level because Y/n was still on her period. And they hadn't been able to meet up because she was busy with work, although they both still made up time to see each other if it was only for a few minutes.

One kiss, and he was completely served for the rest of the week. Yet, at the same time, her lips were so addictive that he couldn't stop coming up with excuses to meet her up with the badge she prepared for him. And Y/n also escaped a few times to his college just to have lunch or breakfast with him.

He wanted the next time they had a proper alone time, it was mind-blowing for her. Everything he couldn't do the last time.

He didn't know when it was going to be the last time he was going to be able to meet either Mingi or Wooyoung alone, without both of them being stuck with one another like they usually were. He just couldn't miss that chance.

He probably would have enough with fifteen minutes.

Wooyoung's workplace wasn't far from the apartment they all shared, which was one of the main reasons they chose that place. He was the first one to graduate and find a stable job, so he was the one who had bigger priority when choosing where to live.

When he crossed the corner to the establishment, able to peek through the glass, he could spot his friend smirking at, probably, the boy he was talking about in his texts. His smile was wide, and his hand waved in the air, making it clear he was there in case his friend hadn't been aware of him -which was difficult, his friend's style always made him stand out among the crowd.

—San? —Wooyoung asked with a smile— What are you doing here?

—I need to speak to you, and it'll be quick. I promise —he assured him, taking the free spot in front of him—. It's about Y/n.

—What did you do now?

—That's exactly the problem: what I don't do —San tried to start—. In my head, it all plays out perfectly, but once I have to take it to action, I turn clumsy, and stupid, and useless.

—Well, I think Y/n is accepting you with all your flaws. That girl is so into you, she doesn't care about how indecisive you are —Wooyoung shrugged—. It's like when you acted as if kissing her was something bad.

—Okay, but this problem is bigger. I mean... —his tongue clicked while he tried to think— I don't want to disappoint her. She's so perfect, and so amazing... I don't want her to be forced to go at my pace always. I want to be able to adapt to hers as well.

Wooyoung's face distorted with every word his friend said, trying to understand what he exactly meant by speeding up things in their relationship.

—San, isn't it a bit early? I doubt she's thinking about that.

—I know, but I'm sure she'll start thinking about it soon, to take the next step —he assured him—. And I want to know how to do things when it's time.

—Dude, it's impossible to know how to do things, it's even difficult to know when it's time. It's something you'll know only when you do it.

—I know, but I want to be ready when the time comes, you know? —he tried to explain— I want her to feel like she's with a man, and not with a boy she needs to guide by hand on everything he does.

—I understand —Wooyoung lied—. But marriage is one hell of a serious thing, and you have been dating not even for two months.

—Marriage? Wait.

—And I doubt Y/n is thinking about marriage —Wooyoung continued—. I know you're a romantic and such, but if you go to her with this, she'll run away. And I won't be able to defend you, because she'll be right.

—Wooyoung...

—I get you're in love, but isn't it a bit too early to think about that as something more than just a fantasy? San, dude, relax. It'll come...

—It's not about marriage, it's about sex, you dumbass —San interrupted him—. What, of everything I said, made you link it with marriage, huh? And it's not that I don't want to marry her, I don't know. I certainly don't see myself with anyone else that isn't her, but marriage isn't in my head at the moment.

—San —Wooyoung tried to interrupt him, when he saw the way his rant kept escalating.

—I have several problems, like not being able to satisfy her because I just don't know how to do it out of the theory —Wooyoung's expression changed, but San was so deep in the rant that he was unaware—. I haven't had a single experience in sex, not one. And she deserves me being at her level, but I don't know how to.

—Why don't you ask her?

Wooyoung's interruption made San's head tilt, while one of the corners of his lip lifted in confusion with the comment. His friend shyly point behind him, and that was when he knew he fucked it up big time.

Y/n had her eyebrows slightly raised, her lips were softly pressed, making obvious the smile she was holding back. When he looked back at the table, he could finally spot the second drink near the fall empty americano glass, which still had a bit of coffee in it.

—Why didn't you tell me she was here?

—I did —Wooyoung assured him.

When he lifted the phone, he could see the two messages in the middle of his explanation of why he was at that cafe.

Wooyoung: Also, I'm with Y/n!! We're working on the event she told me about.

His blood didn't abandon his system because it couldn't, but he could feel liters and liters of it falling to his feet when he realized it did show up on his phone, too. He was just too rushed to talk with him that he completely omitted the most important ones.

—I can explain this —San turned to Y/n.

—Well, I'm done. So I'll just leave you two alone —Wooyounng informed them, getting up from his seat while still looking at his phone—. By the way, do you know why Mingi is telling me to cook tomorrow?

San was about to speak, but his brain was too exhausted and concerned at the problem that was coming his way, rather than the little bickering he had caused. Instead of insisting, Wooyoung hugged Y/n, walking in the same direction San came in to leave.

—Let's go —Y/n whispered, securing the trap of her bag on her shoulder.

She paid for her coffee, and didn't say a single word until they got in her car. That silence was making him feel like he did something wrong, even if her hand reached to his forearm to give him a soft touch while she drove. Her car didn't even enter the street to his building, it didn't get close, which was the first thing that surprised him. He expected her to drop him off, after having a serious chat in her car. Instead, Y/n drove to her apartment, guiding him to a place where he knew how to go to already.

Far from being annoyed, she felt upset. Not because he reached his friends for advice, but because he didn't reach for her when it was something that involved her. At the same time, she understood his position and why he didn't feel like discussing it with her that way. He kept adding pressure on himself, a pressure that he didn't need to suffer. San didn't need to be so demanding with himself to impress her, because he already did every day.

—I'm sorry about earlier —he finally spoke.

—What are you sorry about? —she asked, resting her lower back on the backrest of her couch.

—About talking about that with Wooyoung.

—San, you don't need to apologize for that. He's your best friend, and it's obvious you'll go to him or any of the boys when you need advice —she tried to explain—. You weren't being disrespectful, you didn't have ill intentions with that. And I appreciate what you wanted to do, but I'm here to work with you on whatever you need —the folds of her shirt got deeper when her arms crossed over her chest.

His hands poked inside the pockets of his trousers, while hesitated to walk down the two steps to her living room and be closer to her.

—I just don't want you to think you have to be guiding me all the time.

—But if you don't know, who's supposed to guide you? I won't like you any less because you don't know when it's the time to hold my hand, or to touch me unprovoked. And even less because you don't know how to twirl your tongue or move your hips. You have much more to offer than just that —his eyes shined at that sentence—. What scares you so much?

—The other day, you didn't even think of the possibility of me returning you the favor, and I thought that maybe it was because you didn't want to waste time teaching me. I don't want to disappoint you.

—The other day I was on my period. Even if you had known how to do it, I wouldn't have liked you going down because I wouldn't be comfortable. I already explained to you how sex works, how it should work between us. And, honestly, I want to teach you. How many women can say they have a man willing to learn and follow all of their instructions to please them? —she chuckled, trying to break the tension between them.

San stepped in her direction when her arms were lifted up in the air, open and welcoming for him.

—I don't want you to go at my pace —she reminded his words the previous week—. With pressure... it isn't the way to do things, because you won't be comfortable. You won't disappoint me because you aren't ready, or because you don't do things right at first. But I need you to speak to me first —her fingerprints played with the edges of his black t-shirt—. Before you reach conclusions or stress out, let me try to calm you down.

It made no sense to get mad at him for his doubts and insecurities. She had been there, she had lived all those doubts and feelings with her first boyfriend. The only thing she could do to help him was add all her learned lessons, so he wouldn't be going through all those bad experiences. If she could avoid it, she wanted San to avoid the pain and negative feelings that went along with inexperience and a bad partner.

Her hands pulled him closer for a hug, hiding her head in his chest, while his arms wrapped around her body.

—Alright —he nodded, finally feeling how his heart went back to a normal speed in his chest—. I do want to do it though. I want to taste you on my tongue, feel the way your thighs tremble around my head, I want to pleasure you so good that you'd stick me against you so I can't move away...

His voice sounded deep against her ear, with a suggestive tone that almost made her knees go weak just by hearing it alone. She got so used to see him in his sweet and gentle persona that she entirely forgot he was Soundleasure, the same man that had her back arching and her core aching just with his voice.

The pumping of her heart was so hard after that that San was able to feel it trying to escape through his rib cage.

Y/n barely had to stand on her tiptoes to reach his lips, due to the heels she was already wearing, to trap his lower lip in between her teeth, pulling from it gently, careful not to hurt him. Before she could move back, desperation got the best of him, trapping her neck in his fingers to pull her back for a kiss.

Leadership took over him, because San knew that was the only part he could lead her in before he started looking like a lost puppy. His hands moved to her waist, pushing her closer and involuntarily forcing her arms up around his neck. While her tongue tried to follow the spirals he was creating, her hands moved down to his wrists. His fingerprints went from touching the thin fabric of her white blouse to the rough leather of her belt until he was tracing the curve to her ass. Her arms were once again wrapped around his neck when San dented his fingers on her skin over her linen pants.

With the intensity his head turned and how hard she sucked on his lips and his tongue, his fingers squeezed tighter her skin, pushing her closer -if that was even possible at that point- and forcing her to stand on her tiptoes to keep up with the kiss.

His lips left her hanging for another kiss, moving down her neck with no previous warning. His pecks were flirty, insecure, trying to test that new territory before he tried to mirror what he had seen in videos, and what Y/n had done to him before. The way his lips enclosed around a bit of skin, pinching it lightly with his teeth, made her breathe deeply, instantly moving her hands to place them on his shoulder and his nape. Just the feel of her fingertips playing with the hair on the back of his head created a friction in his brain that pushed him to suck harder on the skin down her jaw.

—Let's go to my room —she suggested, almost choking on air.

Y/n took the brief moment he tried to process her words to hold his hand, leading him upstairs to the upper part of her penthouse.

Anxiety started to build up as they took the last step that led to her room, lighted by the sunlight that was becoming weaker, with more golden tones, with each passing minute. Words got stuck in his throat when she turned to him with a smile.

—What should I do? I should undress you, right?

She was endeared by how shy he looked all of a sudden, giving him a soft peck on the lips to try to relax him.

—Why don't we do something else? You undress yourself, and I undress myself —she suggested—. At least until we're both on our underwear, hmm?

San nodded, just getting glimpses of how she looked completely naked. Although it was obvious the camera of her phone, or her laptop, did her no justice. With every portion of skin that was shown, every button being unbuttoned, every fabric waving on her skin to travel through her body to reach the floor, with every corner exposed to him, he was convinced she was even more perfect in real life.

It took her the last fabric to reach the floor to advance in his direction, cupping his cheek to kiss him slowly, trying to drink up every bit of insecurity so San wouldn't hesitate on trying anything he wanted with her.

His body moved with hers, advancing towards the bed even if he didn't see a thing, only leaving her body to extend his arm towards the mattress, while the other held her by the nape so she'd fall over it carefully.

The first groan found its way through his throat when he felt the warmth of her core against his growing bulge, at the same time her heels caressed the back of his thighs.

—Why don't you take off the rest? And don't hold back. I'll stop you if I don't like something.

It was his time to put his brain to work, getting back all the imagination he was tired of using for his videos, letting Soundleasure kick in and possess him when he needed it the most.

His lips created an invisible trail of kisses from her lips to her cleavage, instantly having her back arching up in response. He was gentle, soft, which created a huge contrast with the type of contact she'd had with other men. The delicacy made her skin burn with every rub, with every centimeter his breath coated.

Just like he did with her neck, his lips sucked on the curve of her breast, while his fingers struggled to find the clasp of her white bra. Her giggle resonated through his lips, while she moved under him to take it off.

The vision, her perky nipples pointing up, sent a straight message to his dick, feeling it twitch inside his boxers before he was encouraged to keep on moving with her kind gaze.

—What? —she smiled, siding her head to be able to look at him better.

—You're so beautiful —he assured, completely mesmerized by the shine in her eyes.

San didn't know what to do next, but he was sure he didn't want her to be bored of him. So, instead of just kissing her body, his flat tongue moved up from her belly button to the space in between her breasts, getting her body to squirm underneath him. But he stopped right where he was supposed to go on, moving his hands in the air, moving his head back and forth as he indecisively tried to get to the way to pleasure her.

Y/n didn't say a word. Her hand reached his, moving it up the curve of her waist until it reached her breast. She guided him to gently massage her breasts, feeling another throb at his dick when her hard nipple pushed against his palm.

Her legs attempted to close when his warm mouth closed around her hard nipple, feeling all the hairs in her body rise at the unconscious contact of his tongue against the button.

—Do that again —she asked—. Use your tongue while you suck it.

A moan burned her throat, coming out as a hum through her closed lips when his slippy tongue started twirling around her nipple while his mouth sucked on it.

She didn't need to tell him, she didn't need to guide him. Theory started working as it should, guiding him while she was slowly melting with his tongue. While his mouth trapped and teased the wet nipple, his thumb and index rubbed and gently pinched the other one, exchanging the buttons just like he had read the main characters of many spicy books doing. And he was glad he did, after her first moan worked as a necessary rub on his ego.

The thin coat of spit on her nipples made them shine under the sunlight, building up a feeling of possession he had never felt before.

Before she could even tell him to go lower on her, he moved. Still spreading kisses all over every bit of skin he came across, hooking his fingers on the elastic of her white panties to slip them down her legs, and almost going dizzy by the subtle smell of arousal coming from her core.

San tried to concentrate on anything else that wasn't how he could clearly see the juices leaking out of her and covering her folds, and how it was all because of him. And Y/n appeased him by placing a hand on his shoulder when his body was unconsciously moving forward.

—Don't go straight at it —she mentioned, supporting the weight of her body on her shoulder so she'd be able to cup his chin with two of her fingers—. Take a while to reach there, kiss my legs, the surroundings... and then, do your magic.

San smirked at her indications, doing exactly what he was told, and adding up eye contact. His eyes looked shy in contradiction of their fierce look, while his lips moved down her inner thigh. Her fingers lightly pulled from the sheets when his lips entered in contact with her labia, coating her crotch with his warm breath as he built her up for the moment.

—Now... —she tried to focus— take a taste. Move your tongue slowly, change it from flat to just using the tip, and don't be shy. And don't focus on the clit, we'll get there later.

Her head instantly threw back when San groaned against her core at the metallic flavor coming out of her, first moving his flat tongue over her slit. She had never felt as exposed as that day, when he parted her folds with two of his fingers, but she loved every bit of it. His licks were short and gentle, focusing on small areas, slowly diving into her entrance but moving up before he could even enter.

—You taste so good —he assured her, holding her knees up to place her thighs on his shoulder.

—Like you imagined?

—Better.

Her smile dropped when San did exactly what she wanted him to do, before she could say it out loud.

Two of his fingers parted her folds, exposing the hood of her clit, so he could push it with his tongue back and forwards. Those movements kept changing from being from side to side to spirals that went from the outside to the inside.

Despite pleasure blinding her, she could still see the way his hips kept humping against her mattress while he found the best way to move her tongue, guided by her gasps and sighs.

—Are you hard? —she struggled to ask with a shaky voice.

—Yeah, but that's not important now.

—Take off your boxers.

—Y/n, I'll deal with it on my own.

—And that's what you're going to do —his eyebrows digged deep in his nose—. Touch yourself while you eat me out.

She tried to control her mouth from salivating when his dick jumped free the moment he moved down his boxers, remembering how good it felt each vein against her tongue, but still respecting his choice of him being the one pleasuring her for the other day.

—Now suck on my clit, doing something similar to what you did on my nipples —she guided him.

She furrowed when he barely gave her time to finish the sentence, before his head was deeply buried in her core, with his lips enclosed around her swollen clit. She wasn't able to control her body after he got on it, moving her fingers through the locks of his hair to motivate him to go on.

And it worked, it felt like an energy boost for him, moving his tongue and his head as if his life depended on how tight her fingers pulled from his hair. Each moan she let out had his dick throbbing and twitching underneath his ecstatic fingers, finding himself thrusting against them unconsciously.

—Please, don't stop —she begged, throwing her head back—. You're doing so good. Please.

That sentence alone had his hand moving in sync with the speed of his tongue, losing the last bits of sanity he had left in his system.

He shouldn't have looked up, because there wasn't anything as sexy and breathtaking as Y/n's being perked up with her back arched up, while her lips were parted to control her shaky and unstable breathing.

All the times he had seen her in that state through a camera, and never it felt that good.

—Make me cum —she cried, thrusting her hips against his tongue to press tighter on his tongue—. Please, make me cum —she moaned again—. San.

The desperation that tinted each one of her words had him twitching and throbbing, losing the rhythm of the movements in his hand, and pausing the ones of his tongue when he couldn't control some of the low moans.

Y/n could feel the vibrations of his own release on his tongue, while he hardly tried to keep up the circles and infinite shapes so she couldn't see her journey to her high paused. And that dedication, that desperation to get her to orgasm while he was struggling with the consequences of his own high, were the little she needed to let herself go as well and ride with him through their respective highs.

Her body was tense for a quick second, only to relax right after, almost feeling like it was mixing with the blankets under her body.

San was satisfied while he looked at her, proud to be the owner of the thin coat of sweat on the valley of her breasts, or the subtle blush on her cheeks. It felt like the biggest privilege he had acquired in his twenty six years alive.

—How was it? —he dared to ask.

—If you're already like this —she took a moment to earn some oxygen back—, I'm afraid of what it'll be like with more experience.

His dimpled deepened in his cheeks when his smile turned wider, trying to hide it behind the thigh that still was on his shoulder.

—You were right, by the way —he added, moving his head again to look at her—: our moans sound really good together —it was topped by a gentle kiss on the knee.

San attempted to move up to hug her, but it was then when he noticed the result of his orgasm on the spot where he was. He froze on the spot, pretending to be hugging her thigh so she wouldn't feel suspicious of it.

—Are you going to stay there? —she giggled.

—It feels good —it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the place he wanted to be at.

—We should clean ourselves.

—You go first —San tried to convince her to go first, so she wouldn't see the mess he made on her blankets.

—Alright —she finally gave in—, but next time you're coming with me.

She felt weirded out when he only moved his head up when she bent to kiss him, but still shrugged it off before walking to her bathroom.

San urgently jumped from the bed as soon as she closed the door, trying to look around for something he could clean the stain with. At least to make it less obvious and dirty.

No papers were on sight, no napkins either, and he obviously wasn't going to use her clothes to clean it up. He picked up his boxers from the floor and cleaned it all, although he only found himself cursing at how the stain kept spreading a bit more.

—I bought you a toothbrush in case you wanted to...

He panicked when he heard her voice so clear, throwing his underwear away, but failing at pointing where to throw them.

—Tell me you weren't doing what I think you were doing —she started, looking up to him.

—I made a bit of a mess when I came —he tried to explain—, and I don't know... I didn't want you to be disgusted.

—Considering we've fantasized about you cumming all over my face, it's a bit difficult to be disgusted over something natural like that —she walked towards him—. And did you seriously use your underwear to clean it up?

—Yeah... I clearly didn't think it through —his lips were pressed together, almost disappearing, while her hands found a place on his waist.

—I was planning on watching a movie, but making the bed and doing the laundry sound way more original —she joked—. Although I don't have boxers, do you think one of my panties will do the work?

—Do we have to get dressed though?

—Oh, look how fast you learn —she mumbled when his lips rubbed against hers—. But don't act like you won't get shy and try to cover yourself every five minutes.

—Yeah, you're right —he scoffed—. I won't wear any underwear. It'll be for a moment, so it won't be a big deal.

—Okay —she nodded—. Before you show off your housewife skills, let's go clean up.

San couldn't understand how he was still afraid of her judging him or running away, when she had shown to be understandable and patient with him. He could only guess that was the exact same reason that scared him: losing someone who had been exactly what he had been waiting for. 

[strangelyunfinshed]

dear god please finish torn i am frothing at the mouth

I'm sorry my fingers are starting to smoke with their click clacking. I'm trying to get it out to you by tomorrow. Please accept this sneak peek as an offering. <slides it under the door and back away>

Hitching the strap of your messenger bag higher on your shoulder, you kick at a loose stone on the sidewalk in front of the brick building. Car horns blare in the distance as traffic rolls by in the busy neighborhood.  The sun casts a glint off the steel CursedSound sign, its metal already weathering with a faint tinge of color. The heavy door is yanked open, its clank and whine making you jump even though the sound is expected. 

"Hi," Eddie greets you from the other side of the threshold, the softness of his tone mirroring the gentleness in his eyes.

"Hi," you return, shyness adding a tremble to your voice that shouldn’t be there. His fingers grip the edge of the door, and light flashes off the Rolex peeking out from under the cuff of the plaid flannel he wears over a fitted v-neck and jeans, the fabric snug against his defined shoulders. It’s still a novelty to see how his slim build has filled in over the years, still expecting the boy you knew instead of this man in front of you. He looks you over the same way he did last time like he’s trying to decide if you’re really there. Maybe it’s the differences he sees in you, too, or does he look beyond the scars to the lonely girl he once knew? You shift your gaze away, down the street, your toes curling inside your Converse as a flush of warmth climbs up your neck. "Are you going to let me in?"

"I don't know." He pretends to ponder, a smile forming, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Where's your hard hat?"

Tilting your head to the side, you purse your lips until he breaks into a chuckle. He swings the door open wider to welcome you inside. You pass him with a shake of your head and continue down the dimly lit hall, now familiar with the layout. 

The lobby is in utter chaos.

"Sorry for the mess. The maid took the week off," he quips as he watches you take in the sight before you. 

The brown paper has been removed from the windows, allowing bright light to stream through the streaked and dirty glass. All the furniture has been pushed toward the center of the room, and ladders and paint cans litter the floor space. A large mural wrapping around the windows and front entrance has been outlined but not completed. In the same graffiti style as the one upstairs, this one displays more cityscapes with waves of the lake breaking at the forefront. Winged skulls and guitars blend with colorful swirls of clouds rising toward the ceiling. The colors brighten the deep tones of the space, capturing the essence of the city and the spirit of CursedSound.

"It’s perfect," you tell him as your eyes follow the sweeping, colorful lines around the room.

"Was that a compliment?" He asks, coming up behind you. "I thought it was a dump."

His breath, a warm whisper against your ear, spins you around. "Well, what can I say? It’s growing on me." Your fingers move to your lips, concealing your smile as his deepens. 

"You look really good." His low voice bounces off the empty walls, "I mean…your, uh, outfit is nice." He waves his hand toward you before wiping it on the front of his jeans. 

Your brows raise as you glance down at the jeans and plain tee with Lollapalooza written across the front. None of the trendy fashions you usually wore to interviews seemed to fit right today. Causing you to tug at necklines and fidget with the hems of three different outfits before settling on something casual. There’s nothing to hide behind – the armor is off. It’s time to hear him out. 

"Wow, that was smooth," he says, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I don’t know why I’m feeling nervous."

The fluttering in your stomach matches his energy. The shield of anger you’ve held between you is battered and worn thin, leaving uncertainty behind. 

"It’s because I’m going to get you to spill all your secrets and print them so the whole world can sit in judgment."

 A choked sound comes from his throat as his eyes widen into saucers.

Unable to keep a straight face, you giggle. "Relax, Eddie. I already told you I’m not writing some hit piece. You’ve got nothing to worry about. Besides," you shrug, "It’s only me." 

A sharp breath escapes as his shoulders lower. "Yeah, you’re right," he takes a step forward, his gaze locking with yours, "After all these years, it's you.

[mandos-mind-trick]

Kinktober Day 31 - Breathplay

Summary: There’s a man that visits you sometimes in your dreams. It’s always strange, feeling more real than it should. Who are you to complain, though, when he takes you to places you’ve never been before? 

Pairing: Hunter x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, monster AU, incubus!Hunter, dream sex, breathplay, choking, almost strangulation briefly, unprotected sex, kind of dubious consent since reader thinks it’s a dream but she is still a willing participant, fear play (a little bit I mean, reader is getting choked)

A/N: So here we are. 31 days of kinky smut and absolute filth. Did you survive? I barely did. I want to thank everyone who read my depraved filth and especially those of you who kept coming back for more. It's the first time I've made it through all 31 days ever so I'm a little proud if I do say so myself. This has been fun, but I'm definitely taking a little break now because my brain is tired.

This fic was inspired by “Devil by the Window” by TXT. 

MASTERLIST

(GIF found on Google)

It’s happening again. The dreams always feel so real. Your room always looks the same as it does when you’re awake, nothing out of place, nothing strange about it. You know you’re dreaming because your body moves without you even realizing it, without you even thinking about it. 

I met the devil by the window

Traded my life

Temptation touched my tongue

Spread the wings of desire

He's whispering

"Give up, don't you put up a fight"

Said the devil by the window

"Dream on, dream on, good night!"

You can feel it, the pull towards your window, the desire to open it. You’re moving across your room before you even realize, hands reaching for the locks. You’re sliding it open, cool air biting at your skin. Something brushes past you, rusting your curtains and your pajamas. It's cold against your skin, goosebumps forming as an icy chill runs down your spine. Chilled fingers wrap around your bare arms, a solid form pressing against your back. 

“Thank you, sweetheart.” 

You’re splayed out on your back in bed, the window closed. The end of your bed dips and you turn your gaze slowly to find a familiar tattooed face staring at you. It’s the man that visits you often in your dreams. They always feel different, more real when he shows up, like you’re stuck somewhere between being asleep and awake. You’re starting to think that’s what’s happening, since you always feel drained and exhausted when you wake in the morning. Your body always feels heavy and your mind scrambled, almost like you didn’t sleep at all the night before. 

You can’t complain though, not when you know what’s coming. 

The man crawls further up the bed, moving like a predator hunting its prey. You’re very much the prey, unable to even move as he crawls up your body until you’re face to face. He’s a handsome man, long dark hair half pulled back from his face, the left side of which is tattooed like a skull. You know the skeletal pattern continues down the left side of his body, all the way to his toes.

His handsome face pulls into a grin as he stares down at you, that strange buzzing feeling starting to thrum under your skin. You stare into his dark eyes, almost black in the low light from your lamp on your desk across the room. 

“Hello again, sweetheart.” He says, voice low and deep. “I’ve missed you.” 

“You’ve been gone for a while.” The words float from your mouth, your voice light and airy, almost not sounding like your own. 

“I was...taking care of some things.” He says, shifting his weight to lift a hand to your cheek. His touch is warm and real. You can feel the calluses on his fingers, the weight of his touch as he drags his fingers across your skin. “But I’m here now. Did you miss me?” 

“Yes.” You nod, lips brushing his fingers as they ghost over your lips. 

“I knew you would.” He leans down closely, so close you can smell his intoxicating aftershave, and the slight scent of smoke that always seems to linger around him. You always swear you can still smell a hint of it when you wake up. “I’m going to take care of you.” 

His hand grips your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he leans down, brushing his lips against yours. You try to push yourself up closer to him but you can’t move, still pinned to the bed under him. His teeth drag across your bottom lip, scraping against the sensitive skin. He tugs on your jaw, forcing your mouth open before he kisses you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He tastes like smoke and expensive liquor, a fire igniting in your body, traveling straight between your legs. 

Your thighs clench as heat begins to bloom between them, your thin underwear starting to dampen. Whatever force had been keeping you pinned to the bed suddenly releases you, letting you move. You wrap your arms around his body, hands trailing the expensive dress shirt he’s wearing. He’s always dressed well, expensive and well tailored. 

You do love a man in a suit. 

His lips trail down your neck, hand tilting your head for him to give him more room. Your panties continue to dampen as he licks and sucks on all the right spots, knowing exactly how to get the biggest reaction out of you. He’s always known, even the first time he appeared. Though, you suppose a figure made up by your mind in your dreams would know all the right things to do. 

You can feel him, hard and bulging against your thigh as he presses his body into yours. You slip your hands around to his front, fingers fumbling as you begin undoing the buttons of his shirt. You want to feel his skin against yours. He smirks against your neck, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your skin before he sits up, pulling his shirt off. He’s so perfect, wide shoulders tapering down to a slim waist. His thick, strong thighs bulge under the fabric of his pants, almost as much as his cock does. There’s a thin silver chain around his neck, some sort of coin hanging off of it. You’ve never been able to make out what kind of coin it is, that part of your dream always a bit hazy. 

You pull your own shirt off, tossing it over the edge of your bed. You no longer feel shy baring yourself to him. He is just a dream after all. His hands slide up your sides, the rough pads of his fingers dragging against your skin. He cups your breasts, squeezing them gently. You stare up at his face as he focuses on your breasts, thumbs flicking your nipples. Your lips part in a quiet gasp as he rubs the sensitive nubs, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk as your panties continue to dampen with his teasing touches. 

He slides his hands off your breasts, pressing them into the bed on either side of you. You stare up at him as he hovers over you, his necklace dangling between you. You still can’t make out what it is, your dream blurring whatever is printed on it. 

“I thought we’d try something new this time.” He says, drawing your attention to his face. “Something that will be pleasurable for us both.” 

“What is it?” You ask, your heart thumping in your chest. 

He grins, trailing his fingers down your throat. “You’ll see.” 

His fingers trail down your sternum to your stomach, goosebumps forming on your skin as his light touch tickles you. You try not to squirm as he trails his fingers to the waistband of your pajama pants, slipping them under the band. He tugs them down quickly and easily, tossing them off the end of the bed. Your legs part for him automatically, revealing the damp spot on your underwear. He hums in approval, his hand slipping between your legs to cup your sex through your underwear. 

His touch is hot, fingers pressing into your folds as he rubs you, quiet breathy moans slipping from your lips. He tugs your panties to the side, dragging a finger through your slick folds. You moan as his finger flicks across your clit, thighs clenching as pleasure thrums through you. 

“So sensitive.” He remarks, teasingly circling your clit with his finger. 

You whine, toes curling as he continues to tease your clit. You could cum just like this, his touch intoxicating and driving more and more pleasure through your body. It’s almost as if he has some magic power, some ability to ramp your body up with just a single touch. Though you suppose anything is possible in your dreams. 

You yelp as he delivers a sharp slap to your pussy, the sensitive skin throbbing. 

He drags your underwear down your legs with a chuckle. “Always so responsive.” He says, tossing your underwear onto the floor. “That’s why you’re my favorite.” 

You don’t think much about his words as he undoes the button on his pants, standing off your bed to tug them down his thighs. You watch as his cock is revealed, hard and leaking. Your thighs clench together at the thought of taking him, always a perfect fit, always able to reach spots inside you, you can only dream of. 

He truly is your dream man. 

He crawls back onto the bed, grinning at you as he parts your thighs, slipping between them. You stare up at him, getting lost in his eyes as the buzzing feeling starts pulsing under your skin once more. You feel dizzy and drunk with lust as he drags his cock through your folds, desperate and needy to get him inside you. 

“Please.” You whimper, trying to shift your hips for him. “Please, I need you inside me.” 

He grins wickedly. “Your wish is my command.” 

The broad head of his cock presses into you, burning a bit as he stretches you open. The pain quickly morphs into pleasure as he sinks into you, your body opening for him like it was made for him. Or, perhaps he was made for you. 

His hands slide down your thighs as he seats himself inside you, hips pressed against yours. You feel so full, your entire body burning as you stare up at him. His hands close around your hips, using your body as leverage as he begins to move. He withdraws his cock from you, almost to the tip before he sinks back in until his hips are flush with yours again. 

He begins to pick up the pace, his thrusts becoming shallower as he builds up speed. He leans his body over you, hands pressing into the bed on either side of your head. His thumb presses against your lower lip as your lips part in a moan. His hand drags down your face to your throat, his fingers closing around your neck. Fear and excitement thrum through you as he begins to squeeze, your breath hitching at the sudden pressure. 

Your heart is thrumming in your chest as you stare up at him, his thrusts shaking the bed as he drives his hips into yours. You gasp for breath as he tightens his hold on your throat, air still filling your lungs, but you can feel the constriction in your breaths. Fear continues to thrum below the surface of the pleasure. There’s nothing malicious in his eyes, his gaze pointed and focused. You can’t really die, though, can you? 

After all, this is just a dream. 

He keeps his hand where it is, keeping your breathing restricted as he continues to fuck you. The pleasure continues to build despite the lightheadedness settling in, the fear almost driving the pleasure even further. Weak, squeaky moans slip around around his hand as he relaxes his fingers just slightly, your eyes fluttering as more oxygen floods your brain. Your pussy clenches around him, the feeling almost beyond pleasurable. 

He tightens his grip on your neck once more, cutting off more air. You’re gasping around his hand, the sudden shock of fear slicing through your nervous system as he chokes you. Your hands wrap around his wrist, trying to get him to ease up but he doesn’t move. You writhe under him, your blood pumping in your ears as you suddenly find you can’t breathe at all. 

You flail as he continues to fuck you, eyes pulsing and ears thrumming as pressure fills your head, your airway cut off completely by his hand. You’ve begun to panic, instinct setting in as your body tries to find a way to get any precious oxygen. Your ears are ringing, eyes feeling like they may pop right out of your skull as you fight for breath against the hand constricting your throat. Black spots begin to dance in your vision, the pressure almost too much as you feel unconsciousness beginning to seep in. 

And for just a moment, hardly more than a second you see it. Not a man atop you, but some horrible nightmare with black skin and red eyes and horns. There’s a chain around its neck, like ones you’ve seen people use on large dogs. Gone is the handsome man you’ve come to know and instead some creature has taken his place. Its skin feels rough and leathery as you try to pull his hand away, blunt claws digging into your skin at the back of your neck. Something whips in the air behind it as you struggle, a long tail with a pointed end. 

Suddenly air fills your lungs, your back arching as oxygen floods your brain. Pleasure washes through you as your vision goes dark, your entire body shaking with your release, and the sudden rush of precious air into your lungs and your brain. 

He’s hovering over you, not the creature but the handsome man once again. His hand is stroking your cheek as you pant and cough, chest brushing his from how close he is to you. Your throat feels raw and sore, and you can’t help but wonder if you’re bruised. 

“There she is.” He grins at you, brushing a hand over your sweaty forehead. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Always so good for me. Always so sweet” His tongue darts out, licking the sweat from your top lip. “I’ll see you again soon, sweetheart.” 

You’re dizzy and lightheaded, pussy still fluttering as your eyes slip closed, exhaustion settling in as the room around you fades into nothing once more. 

High, I feel my body drifting into the sky

I won't come down, come down, come down

I'll fly

Weightless, without a worry into the night

He said, "Dream on, dream on, dream on"

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[urmammy]

The day after tomorrow

A Spencer Reid x fem!reader smut/fluff

Warnings: +18 content below, vaginal sex, foreplay, talk of death and or suicide, kissing, consensual wake up sex

Summary: You and Spencer were dating for years now, and he was debating leaving the BAU for your sake, causing him to act differently than he normally does.

"Spencer, I was just wondering when you would be home, just wanted to make sure you were safe, I love you." As the clock struck one in the morning you were left to sit in your living room and do nothing but worry about your boyfriend, Spencer. He told you over two hours ago that he was coming home after spending the whole week in Mexico trying to solve a case on ritualistic murders, and you were more than excited to hear that he was going to be home soon.

But two hours later, here he comes, stumbling through the door, tripping over his own feet before catching himself between the doorknob and door frame, slowly trying to regain his balance as you walk over to him with a worried look on your face, eyebrows furrowed and lips formed into a thin line. This wasn't Spencer, and he's been doing it more than you would like to accept over the last couple months.

"Baby, are you okay..?" You asked softly as you grabbed his arm to help him stand up. But he retracted, jerking his arm way as he grumbled a small "I'm fine-" while simultaneously trying to close the door and take his book bag off his shoulder.

"Morgan suggested we go out for drinks-"

"-Morgan's been suggesting allot of drinks lately, don't you think?" You took the book bag off of his shoulder for him, placing it on the hook you had put up by the door recently for these exact situations.

"You got a problem with it?" His tone set you off, causing you to pause in your tracks, arms still reaching up from retracting from where you had placed the book bag as you looked at him with a shocked expression. Spencer never talked to you like that, he loved you more than life itself and to think about talking to you like that? Well, you might as well drive a stake through his heart.

"Yes, actually. Spencer, I do. This isn't like you, you don't drink like this-"

"-And so what if I don't!?" You flinched at the sudden aggression in his voice, feeling almost like a wounded puppy with its ears pressed back against its head as he continued to go off on his tyrant, walking towards the living room and discarding his tie, sweater vest and belt along the way. Reluctantly, you followed, scooping up any bit of clothing he dropped on the floor and placing it on a book shelf to take care of later.

"-So what if I don't drink but now I do, I'm an adult I can do what I want. I should be able to come home and relax and spend time with my girlfriend but i can't because everyday I get called into work about a missing child or a murdered college student or the president recieved a threatening note-"

You watched him closely as he plopped onto the couch, taking note of the pain and exhaustion in his voice, the years of working at the BAU finally come crashing down on him full swoop, leaving you to stand and listen as you watched the tears well up in his eyes and listened to his voice crack.

"I wanted to help kids, but not like this. I wanted to help college students understand academics, but not like this. I wanted to get married, have kids, write a book... but not like this. I can't even come home to my girlfriend after a week of work and spend one whole day with her without getting called in to save the universe it feels like."

You had sat down next to him slowly, listening to his words carefully as he spoke, taking them in with tenderness and sympathy. And slowly, -but hesitantly- you raised your hand up to brush a lone tear from his cheek, wiping it away with your thumb gently before cuffing his face in your hands and guiding him to look you in the eyes.

"You can do and be whatever you want to, and I'll still love you all the same, Spencer. You don't need to hold yourself to such high expectations. Such high expectations that you can't even comprehend, a man with an eiditic memory and an I.Q of 187." He laughed through his tears at your prolonged statement, earning a smile from your lips in response and a small giggle from your throat as remembrance.

"You know, this is why you're my girlfriend, right?"

"Yes I do, now how about we get ready for bed, hmm?"

As the night goes on, you helped him get stressed for bed, his lanky and drunken body basically collapsing into your shared queen size bed after he had gotten himself out of his work clothes and into some comfy pajamas. And as you got in bed with him, he couldn't help but cuddle up to your side, locking you in next to his body with one of his legs wrapped around yours, his arm draped over your waist and his face nuzzled into your neck before he fell asleep at the snap of the fingers, his light snores heating against your skin and causing you to smile before you closed your eyes for a well needed rest.

You woke up just before the sun started to rise, body sweaty, breath hot from a heated dream, the last vivid scene in your mind being of Spencer's lips latched to one of your perk nipples. And as you slowly gathered your consciousness, you realized, Spencer was doing exactly that.

His eyes were closed, your shirt slid up to your neck with with hands groping your breasts lightly, his lips latched onto one of your nipples as his fingers play with the other one gently, twisting and tugging it, earning a gasp and moan from your throat promptly as your back arched against his touch, yearning for more.

Wake up sex was something you guys agreed upon early on in the relationship, it was something you enjoyed doing for him far too often, watching him stir softly underneath your grasp as his cock hardens in your mouth and he slowly wakes to realize how you were pleasing him.

It was exilerating.

His hands glided down to your hips, his fingers moving swiftly to wrap around the hem of your shorts and underwear and pull them down your legs, removing them from your body with such care you had felt so many times during intimate moments like these, but his touch never failed to send you quivering beneath him, leaving yourself vulnerable to his demands and wishes.

"I need you to be completely relaxed for me.."

He whispered lowly, his breath mingling with yours as he eases himself into your warm, wet, heat.

He had himself propped on his elbows, looking Dien at your every feature and every expression as he slowly thrusts himself in and out of your divining heat, one hand braced on your thigh where his fingers dug into gently. You moaned softly, eyebrows furrowed as your hands roam his bare shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving small red marks while he continues his passionate venture through across your body. You were a crescendo within the confines of your room, the smell of sweat and sex filling the air while the sunlight kisses your love-striken skin, only feeding into Spencer's desires as he gazes upon your face and body during your climax, gripping your chin gently so you can look him in the eyes while you scream your praises through words, and physical release.

And as you lay there, eyelids heavy, breathing calmed down with the blanket draped over your naked body, Spencer lay next to you, a cigarette in his hand, a habit he only admitted around you, but something he never did in the house.

"I always thought that we might have been brains floating around in space, coming up with the scenarios life had to offer." His voice was tired, and yet full of a sincerity and longing. "Always thought that maybe when we die, we'll be sent into the vast void of nothingness where we're left to think about our figment of imagination. Life as so dull, so colorless...Felt like a repeat of breakfast food, until you tripped over your own feet while holding five cups of coffee and gave me a second degree burn." A small smile was placed on his lips as he took a drag from his cigarette, inhaling deeply before exhaling slowly with his words, a cloud of smoke coming out with each one.

"I think I'm going to quit my job at the BAU. And I want to take the next step in our lives as a couple."

Goodbye everyone I'll remember you all in therapy~! :D