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[sw5w]

Sebulba Leads the Pack

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:01:05

[agentark]

whenever I play gta as Franklin I'm like, "oh! Better wait until he puts his helmet on! we should play w/ Chop later :)"

but then when I play as Trevor I accidentally end up in the hospital twice in five minutes

[wandering-einheri]

I need to buy a welding machine so I can make a custom bumper, light bar, external roll cage, and roof rack for my mustang after I lift it

[bestphoneunder20k]

Comparing 3 Top Phone Holders: Suction vs. Windshield vs. Shower Mount

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[area51-escapee]

When I become god president of the universe I’m going to make it mandatory that all new cars are made with a second super special horn that specifically means GET OFF YOUR DAMN PHONE.

[spiritsdiary]

— FIRST DATE with TYLER OWENS

wc: 788 | content: description of intense weather (??)

you had made the mistake of issuing a challenge to tyler owens: “impress me.”

and tyler owens would be damned if he backed down from a challenge.

so he got you flowers and brought you along to thursday rodeos with his crew, and he must have talked to your mama too, because how else he could’ve figured out where to get your favorite pie was beyond you.

“nothing ever throws you off, does it?” you asked him the fifth time he showed up at your door, armed with a box of pie and that damn smile.

he had simply shrugged before reciting his stupid mantra at you. “if you feel it, chase it.”

he laughed when you shut the door in his face. you’d be lying if you said weren’t laughing yourself when you opened the box, grabbed a fork, and dug in, the dessert tasting a little sweeter than usual.

while it was nice, you’d grow bored of this routine eventually, and tyler seemed to know that, too. but he had an idea, and while it was stupid as all hell, he was willing to take his chances.

you barely pulled the door open when he spoke.

“i wanna take you out tonight.” well. that was new.

“it’s not thursday,” was all you could think to say in response.

“i know a spot,” he’d said, completely unfazed, with a cheeky wink and a tip of his hat, and really, you should’ve known what he meant.

because why wouldn’t you now find yourself in the passenger seat of tyler’s truck as he veers off the road directly towards a tornado?

“tyler owens, are you crazy?!” you exclaim, the only response being a bout of wild laughter as he throttles it even faster. “you better not be filming this!”

“you kiddin’?” he gestures to the cameras mounted above the windshield. “don’t worry, this’ll be just for us. we can look back on this in ten years and laugh.”

“if we live,” you mumble to yourself, glad of the wind, rain, and tyler’s blaring radio.

he looks at you for a moment, though, a flicker of concern in his eyes. “you ready?”

you don’t even have to think about your answer. “hell yeah, tornado wrangler.”

“‘s what i like to hear, baby,” he says, rolling to a stop in the middle of the field. “and now… we wait.”

“next time, just say you wanna drive me into a tornado.”

“next time?” he raises his eyebrows at you as he flips a few switches and anchors the truck.

“you’re insane,” you laugh, shaking your head.

“i’m startin’ to think that you like that about me,” he replies, nodding to the tornado only feet away as he makes sure your harness is secure. “better hold on to somethin’.”

you should be scared, but when you grab on to tyler’s hand, fueled by adrenaline and exhilaration, you just feel a sudden calm. like you belong here, with him, in his truck, getting hit head on by a tornado.

and maybe that’s why you let him kiss you.

the tornado swirls around the truck, the wind screaming so loudly you can barely hear his music, and you lean into him even though the harness digs into your shoulders. his kiss is gentle, respectful, and you can feel him smiling as you kiss him back, only pulling away to touch your forehead to his.

the winds of the tornado rock the truck, debris pelting the outside, but you’re too wrapped up in tyler to even care. you breathe him in until the sound of the storm begins to dissipate and the beating of your heart fades in your ears.

“you can open your eyes, sweetheart,” he whispers, watching as you lean back into your seat.

his voice spurs you into action, laughing as you undo your harness and jump out of the truck. he’s quick to follow you, smiling proudly as you let out a loud whoop.

“told you i knew a spot.”

“tyler owens…” you say his name again, slowly turning to look at him where he leans against his truck, arms folded across his chest.

“yeah?”

you could blame his tight jeans, or his backwards cap, or that damn smile of his for what you do next, but in the end you do it solely because you want to.

because you want him.

you run up to him, your hand bumping against the brim of his cap as you throw your arms around his neck, and kiss him, pressing him back against the hood.

and when his hands take hold of your hips, his mouth insistent against yours, you know that however you challenge him, he’ll always be crazy enough to impress you.

good evening twisters/tyler owens nation, i am officially throwing my hat in the ring 🥰

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[lifebloodless]

Why was it snowing? Why? What purpose did that have? My wipers are kinda fucky and it's a gamble every time they go across my windshield. Why did it precipitate

[callsigns-haze]

The Chase

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Tyler's storm-chasing adventure takes an intimate turn as Y/N teases and overstimulates him during a high-stakes tornado chase, creating an intense moment of passion and connection amidst the chaos.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sexual content, including oral sex and overstimulation, during a dangerous storm chase.

WC: 1.5k

The night sky was an inky black canvas, streaked with flashes of lightning as the storm raged in the distance. The air crackled with anticipation and electricity, and the thrill of the chase was palpable. Tyler gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes focused on the road ahead as he drove through the winding backroads, chasing the storm.

Y/N sat beside him, the adrenaline coursing through her veins matching his own. She had always been a part of his storm-chasing adventures, but tonight felt different. There was a charged energy between them, an unspoken understanding that they were in this together, no matter the risks.

Tyler glanced at her, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the seriousness of their mission. "You ready for this?"

Y/N nodded, her excitement mirroring his own. "Always."

As they drove deeper into the heart of the storm, the wind howled around them, and the rain lashed against the windshield. The roar of the approaching tornado was a distant, ominous sound, growing louder with each passing moment. Tyler's concentration was unwavering, his eyes flicking between the road and the radar on the dashboard.

Y/N watched him, her heart swelling with pride and love. He was in his element, a master of his craft, and she couldn't help but be mesmerized by his intensity. She reached over, her hand resting on his thigh, offering a silent gesture of support and affection.

Tyler's hand covered hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We're getting close," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and caution.

Y/N could see the funnel cloud in the distance, a dark, swirling mass of destruction. It was both terrifying and awe-inspiring, a reminder of the raw power of nature. She trusted Tyler implicitly, knowing that he would keep them safe even as they flirted with danger.

As the tension in the car mounted, an idea sparked in Y/N's mind. She wanted to remind Tyler of the connection they shared, to bring a moment of intimacy and grounding amidst the chaos. She leaned over, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I want to make you feel good."

Tyler's breath hitched, his eyes widening in surprise. "Y/N, we're in the middle of a chase..."

"I know," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "But I need you to remember that I'm here with you. That I love you."

Before he could protest further, Y/N's hands moved to unbutton his jeans, her touch confident and deliberate. Tyler's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he tried to maintain his focus on the road. The storm raged around them, the tornado a looming presence, but Y/N was determined to create a moment of connection and passion.

She leaned down, her lips trailing kisses along his stomach, feeling the tension in his muscles. Tyler's breath came in ragged gasps, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The danger of the storm, the thrill of the chase, and the intoxicating sensation of Y/N's touch all melded together, creating a heady mix of excitement and desire.

Y/N started with gentle kisses, her lips barely grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. She took her time, enjoying the way his body reacted to her touch. Her fingers brushed against the waistband of his boxers, teasingly slipping inside before pulling back.

Tyler groaned, his eyes briefly fluttering shut before he forced them open again, his focus wavering between the road and the overwhelming pleasure. "Y/N, you're killing me," he managed to say, his voice strained.

She smiled against his skin, her breath warm as she whispered, "Patience, love."

With deliberate slowness, Y/N peeled back the fabric of his boxers, revealing him fully. She wrapped her hand around him, feeling the heat and hardness, and gave a slow, deliberate stroke. Tyler's hips lifted slightly, a soft curse escaping his lips as he fought to keep the car steady.

Y/N began to kiss her way down his length, her tongue darting out to taste him. She moved with a tantalizing rhythm, her mouth hot and wet against his skin. Tyler's breathing grew more ragged, each inhale and exhale a battle for control.

Tyler's hips bucked involuntarily, a low moan escaping his lips. "Y/N, I... I can't..."

Y/N took him into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a delicious pressure as she moved up and down his length. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-come that had formed there.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to speak. "You can't what? Hold on? Or do you want more?"

"More," he choked out, his eyes glazed with desire.

Y/N took him deeper, her head bobbing in a steady, relentless rhythm. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tensed and his breath hitched with each movement. Her hand joined in, stroking the base of him in time with her mouth, creating a double sensation that drove him wild.

Tyler's control was slipping, his mind a haze of pleasure and need. The car swerved slightly, and his hand shot out to steady the wheel. "God, Y/N, you're gonna make me crash."

She pulled back for a moment, her eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint. "Then you better focus, Tyler. Because I'm not stopping."

With that, she took him even deeper, her movements more insistent and urgent. He could feel the storm closing in, the tornado's destructive power a stark contrast to the intimate moment they were sharing.

Y/N's tongue moved with expert precision, swirling and flicking, creating sensations that drove him to the edge. She knew just how to tease him, how to bring him to the brink and then pull back, leaving him wanting more. Her hand continued its relentless rhythm, each stroke a tantalizing promise of release.

Tyler's grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point of pain. He was teetering on the edge, the combined thrill of the chase and Y/N's touch pushing him to his limits. With a strangled cry, he finally let go, the release washing over him in waves of ecstasy.

Y/N didn't stop. She continued her ministrations, her mouth and hand working in tandem to prolong his pleasure. Tyler's body trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composure. The overstimulation was almost too much, but Y/N's touch was too intoxicating to resist.

She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against his sensitive skin. "Do you like that, Tyler?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

"Yes," he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold on to his sanity. "God, yes."

"Good," she replied, her tone teasing. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

With renewed intensity, Y/N took him back into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate. She built the tension again, her tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to drive him wild. Tyler's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the pleasure almost too intense to bear.

"Y/N, please," he begged, his voice hoarse with desperation.

"Please what?" she asked, pulling back just enough to speak. "What do you want, Tyler?"

"I... I can't..." he stammered, his body trembling with need.

"Can't what?" she teased, her hand moving in slow, torturous strokes. "Can't hold on? Or do you want more?"

"More," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N smiled, satisfied with his response. She took him even deeper, her mouth and hand working in perfect unison to bring him to the edge once more. Tyler's control was slipping, the pleasure too intense to resist. With a final, desperate cry, he let go, the release washing over him in waves of ecstasy.

Y/N didn't stop. She continued her ministrations, her mouth and hand working in tandem to prolong his pleasure. Tyler's body trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composure. The overstimulation was almost too much, but Y/N's touch was too intoxicating to resist.

When she finally pulled back, Tyler was spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Y/N wiped her mouth with a satisfied smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"How was that for a distraction?" she asked, her voice full of teasing.

Tyler laughed, the sound a mix of relief and lingering desire. "You're incredible," he said, his voice still hoarse.

Y/N leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you, Tyler. Never forget that."

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[back2bluesidex]

We Need Practice - JJK (18+) - Preview

A Sequel to Novice.

Pairing: Pornstar!Jungkook X Fem!Reader

Theme: Fluff, smut

Wordcount: 2.1k+ (the full fic)

Summary: Jungkook wants you to ride him and you are too bad at that.

Warnings: Unprotected sex, messy cock riding, cumming all over body, they are down bad for each other, more fluff than I intended to have, confessions. NSFW!!

Minors are not allowed in this blog!!

Read here

Another positive point about Jeon Jungkook is that he is punctual. You might even call him a green flag because your phone dings with a “I am here” text right on 2:27 am. 

The scene that unfolds in front of you once you come out of your apartment, almost leaves your jaw hanging mid air. 

Jungkook has arrived with a bike, dressed in complete black. If you drooled a little at the sight then you would never admit that. 

Once he sees you awkwardly walking towards him, he takes off his helmet and welcomes you with one of his infamous bunny smiles. 

Your heart does a little flip inside your chest. 

His big doe eyes shine amid the darkness as if those are made of some priceless stone. At this moment it’s really tough to believe that he is a pornstar, who fucks people on camera to earn a living. 

“Hey. you look beautiful.” he greets you with a compliment when you come close to him. 

“You look even more handsome today.” you return his compliment genuinely. And at that, the tip of his ears turn red. 

“Ah thanks.” he replies shyly as he hands you a helmet. And gestures to you to mount his fancy bike. 

You take the helmet, slip that on your head and hold him by his shoulders to climb on his bike. 

Once you have settled, he revves the engine. 

“Hold me tightly” he says briefly before setting the bike in motion. You wrap your arms around his waist and hold him just as he asked you to. 

The deserted road, the trees whooshing by, the buildings that look peaceful, everything feels so beautiful. 

Maybe it’s because of the hour or maybe it’s because you are with someone you like. 

The bike comes to a halt at a crossing and you slide up the windshield of your helmet, “where are we going?” 

He looks at you through the mirror, slides his own windshield up and gives you another sickening smile, but doesn’t say anything.

The full fic is already posted on my Patreon page as well. So, if you are a member, you can read it there already.

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It’s been a busy day for Elle by the time she rounds the corner and sees the unattended Batmobile parked in the alley she usually cuts through to go home. But not so busy that she’s willing to ignore the prime opportunity that she’s just stumbled upon.

Bats in the Bowery is always something that gets people’s heckles up - this is Hood’s turf and the people that live there are just as territorial over that as their violent vigilante. Batman himself being in the Bowery might as well be a declaration of war. Sure, when the heavy hitters are out causing shit things are a bit more flexible, but even then the Bats are there with Red Hood. Obviously and clearly tolerated for the time being.

Elle would put good money on Hood not being in the loop that the big Bat himself is currently parked three blocks away from Crime Alley. Which means that the Batmobile, tucked away in the shadows and entirely unattended, is free game.

Fuck it, she decides. 

Jay had asked her and Danny about what kind of rings Jazz likes. He’s on all their emergency contact lists, and he’s offered to officially adopt her and Danny to lighten Jazz’s load a little. He’s put in the time to figure out how to incorporate ectoplasm into his amazing home cooked meals in such a way that it doesn’t cause the food to come back to life just so they can have something tasty and nutritious. 

He’s family.

Which means it’s only right that she honors his place as family, by following in his footsteps.

Even without any of the proper equipment for the job, it’s a lot easier for her to remove the tires than it had been for her soon-to-be brother-in-law all those years ago. All it takes is five minutes, some intangibility and some increased strength and she has a pile of tires wider than her body stacked up behind her. She doesn’t even get any grease on her in the process. It takes more effort to find a pencil in her blackhole of a backpack to write the note she leaves behind tucked under one of the windshield wipers.

Getting the tires home is another story but she eventually manages to scrounge up enough blob ghosts to help her haul them back with her unseen. The little dudes like a little mischief - and like Hood even more - and they need the exercise. She’s not sure exactly what she’s going to do with the tires when she gets home though. One is definitely going to Jay as a present, maybe she could get Skulker to help her mount it on a plaque like one of his hunting trophies? Other than that though, they’re largely just going to take up space in the apartment.

Bill would probably know a guy. Hell, Bill may even want in on the trophy idea as a gift for Hood, he’d been saying that the anniversary of the crime lord taking out Black Mask was coming up. Maybe she could get the goon to help her get the last two tires to a couple of the more fun rogues as gifts? Harley for sure would get a laugh out of it. Ivy would probably be upset over the ecological impact of the creation of the tire, but maybe she could sell the last one to Penguin?

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Tim blinks at the stack of - very familiar - tires taking up the corner of the Nightingales’ living room. Elle has them arranged in an approximation of a throne with a couple of pillows set down so she can sit more comfortably as she lounges. She barely even glances up at them as Danny leads them inside, slurping at a bright green smoothie as she taps away on her phone.

Danny looks as thrown by the tableau as Tim is. It’s nice to see that Danny isn’t as totally immune to Elle’s shenanigans as he pretends. Though, it’s also mildly terrifying to consider his boyfriend’s little sister is capable of chaos that not even Danny “Danger Twink” Nightingale can come up with.

“Uh…what you got there, Elle?”

Elle, pointedly, takes a long, loud slurp from her smooth as she looks up to meet her brother’s gaze. “New family tradition.” She says, unblinking.

Danny stands there for a long moment before giving a final shrug. “Yeah, sure. Jay will get a kick out of it.”

Tim pulls his phone out and snaps some pictures. Danny is right, of course, Jason is going to love it. But so will everyone else in the group chat.

[sw5w]

Grr!

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:08:54

[fairyysoup]

the devil i know

chapter two: look here all you want

(repost)

fic tag | fic playlist | fic masterlist

pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: Eddie gets your car back. You're trying not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

cw: deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, sacrilegious themes, horror, witch!reader, reader is 21+ in modern day, eddie is immortal, coercion (a bit), sex pact, marking, possessive behavior, animal death, trauma, reader is ostracized by her very religious hometown, depictions of abuse, dark comedy, dead dove: do not eat

please check masterlist and individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.

ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI

Eddie makes sure that the man feels him before he sees him. It may be cruel, but he’s always had a flair for the dramatic– once a Dungeon Master, always a Dungeon Master– and what’s Hell without a little fun and debauchery?

The man smells Eddie’s sickly sweet, smoky aroma first. It’s the first thing anyone notices about him, of course. The shit follows him everywhere, alerting people of his presence like a fucking cat collar with a bell on it. The wind that he conjures always smells at least like a bonfire– at worst, he’s the grand eruption of Mount Vesuvius. He guesses it’s some sort of infernal practical joke (he formed the hellfire club in life, so now he has to remain in it for the rest of time, or some shit. Don’t ask him. He doesn’t know all the answers, just the dumb ones).

Then the man jolts, his eyes flying all around him as he hears Eddie. Or, at least, what Eddie allows him to hear. It begins in whispers, like leviathans in the mists, murmuring and overlapping each other. It rocks slowly toward a crescendo. And then, Eddie’s voice, soft before the man realizes what’s happening to him. 

“Found you.”

There’s a sickening crack, and then the windshield of the car explodes beneath the man’s spine. He barrel rolls to the ground to find Eddie looming over him, staring him down, his eyes dead black and unforgiving.

“Hi, Spencer.” The heel of Eddie’s boot crushes against the man’s chest, holding him down. Eddie’s voice is comically musical, like the crackling of brush just beginning to go up in flames. “Busy tonight, are we?”

The man, Spencer, trembles as he stares up at Eddie. Blood tinges his bottom lip, either from biting it when he hit the windshield, or from coughing up whatever blood exists in his fermented body. 

He gestures at the duffel bag that he’d been holding when Eddie grabbed him, now laying on the ground. “Look, man– I dunno who you are, b-but you can have all the fuckin’ money, it’s right there–”

“I don’t want your fucking money.” Eddie squints at him, trying to gauge Spencer’s thoughts. They’re malicious, yes, but not murderous. He robbed the liquor store down the street, and then he pulled into the motel around the corner to try to check in with the money. He’s dangerous and stupid, but he’s not a killer. Yet.

Eddie didn’t have to read the guy’s mind to know that, though.

“Whose car is this?”

“What?”

“Whose–” Eddie digs his boot harder into the guy’s chest– “Car?”  

“Some fuckin’ small town whore, how should I know?” Now is not the time to play coy. Spencer learns that when Eddie’s foot shoots forward, and the toe of his book connects ungraciously with his chin. Pain rockets through his jaw. “Fuck!”  

“Save it.” Eddie’s temper has grown exponentially with his immortality, he thinks. He wonders sometimes if he’d always been this way, or if Hell has just made him worse. Probably both. “Do you have any idea who you’ve stolen from?”

He’s seen the memory– Spencer, drunk off his ass and running on blind adrenaline from robbing a corner store, stole your car from the parking lot of a diner; the diner where you work. 

You had to walk home in the rain. Eddie’s heart practically aches, watching you come home to an empty apartment, dirty and wet and shivering. He never wants to see it happen to you again as long as you live. He’s promised you that it won’t. 

He also promised they’ll get as good as they gave. And demon or not, Eddie Munson never ever goes back on a promise.

“Hell, I stole from lotsa people,” Spencer chuckles, his head sliding back and forth across the pavement as he rolls his eyes, gargling on the blood in his mouth. “F’yer here to collect, y’can just take the money and go. I ain’t got nothin’ else.”

“Oh, but you do, Spence.” Eddie grins with sharp teeth when he bends down to pick Spencer up by his throat. The flames in his eyes burst to life, roaring red and demonic. A flash of recognition crosses Spencer’s face when he realizes that Eddie is far more than he seems. “See, you stole from my girl. Now you get to suffer.”

Eddie was always intimidating. He made himself appear like that to push people away, until it started to backfire on him, and then it just got worse when he became a demon. It’s a natural instinct for humans to shrink away. He emanates danger, even when he’s not putting on a show– even when his eyes are dark and he isn’t producing fire from his hands. 

That’s one of the things that sealed your fate. You didn’t shrink away from him, even when he tested you. He’s always been a show off, and he’s very egotistical, he won’t lie. He gave you a little taste of his dark side, showed you his hellfire and brimstone, and you called him hot. To his face.

Well, you’re the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. Even if he wasn’t already sold on you, there was absolutely no way he was letting you go after that.

Eddie dumps Spencer on the ground. In Spencer’s head, the haunting voices seem to crash back raucously as magma boiling at the lip of a volcano. A chill sweeps through Spencer’s body as it retreats, as he feels the creeping panic rising in him, the ringing in his ears. Then, as soon as it fades, it’s again overthrown by the chorus, the cacophony of behemoth voices. Overlapping each other, humming along with the slow heartbeat of the drums.

It’s the arc toward the end of the death metal album Eddie wanted to write during his lifetime, but never got the chance to. It has to be good for something, even if Spencer is never going to appreciate Eddie’s musical genius. 

Spencer doesn’t need to know that, though.

Spencer lays trembling, his hands clapped tight around his ears. Nothing will stop it, save time– and by then, Spencer will probably be wishing Eddie had just killed him and gotten it over with.

Eddie steps around Spencer’s body, sighing. If Hell has made him cruel, it’s also made him weirdly just. Great power, great responsibility… all that jazz. 

Yeah, the powers are pretty fucking cool, he won’t lie about that. 

The windshield of the car decompresses itself at Eddie’s touch, the glass creaking and groaning as it fits back into proper shape. From there, it glows bright orange and melts back into one solid pane of glass, back in the way that it had been before Spencer’s back played Happy New Year with it.

Eddie sits in the driver’s seat, his fingers nearly denting the steering wheel where he grips it. He just hopes that you don’t freak out when he gets your car back to you.

You freak out.

Granted, you only made the deal with Eddie yesterday, and you had a long day at work. For you, the afternoon had been painfully slow. Maybe it was a good thing that the diner doesn’t have a major rush every single lunch service, but it just means more of the shit work that your newbie manager, Colin, loves to give to you now that he has the authority to. You don’t know if it’s payback for you making him slice bread during his training, but he’s taking it a little bit too seriously. 

You’re technically a waitress, so it’s really not in your fucking job description, but tonight he made you clean the men’s bathroom. 

Did you know how many men will just ejaculate onto the wall of the men’s bathroom in a small town diner? No. But now you do, and the answer is too many.

You had to walk home, as per usual since your car was stolen a little less than a week ago. And then you got to your apartment complex, got to the last place on the last row of buildings, and your fucking car was there, in your parking space. Beautiful and gleaming and with fresh license plates.

You’re freaking out. You absolutely are– you didn’t think it was going to happen this quickly. You figured there must be some kind of wait period. Demons aren’t obligated to make shit happen right away, are they?

(They’re not. But this demon could care less.)

When you get inside, all it takes is a single whiff of smoke to deduce that he’s there. In your apartment. With all the lights turned off. You flick one on and find nothing.

“Eddie?” You say his name out loud for the first time, your voice muddled with awe. The faintest of murmurs, but to him you may as well have screamed it.

The lights flicker, and in a flash he’s standing before you. Across the room, leaning against the door to the bedroom like a vision. His eyes crackle with fire, a coy smirk on his face. “I like the way you say my name. It’s pretty.”

You startle, your body suddenly functioning apart from your mind. Your back hits the front door you’ve just stepped through, mirroring him.

“Whoa whoa whoa– hey! It’s okay.” He holds his hands out toward you, palms up, like you’re a frightened animal. In a way, you are. “We’ve been through this before, princess. You don’t have to worry about me, I’m just your friendly neighborhood demon.” 

Eddie reminds himself to stop rewatching Spider-Man every time he gets a chance.

It has to be fake, you think. You’re exhausted, he couldn’t be here. And yet the room is filled with his fragrance, suffocating and somehow intoxicating. Like you might die from it but you’ll enjoy it all the same. It’s so magnetic that it nearly pulls you to him, taking a hesitant step forward toward the bedroom and then stopping short.

“How– you’re not– how are you here?” You ask him as softly as you can manage. “I thought you could only show up at a crossroads.”

“Not everything is literal, sweetheart.” He thumps his hand against the door behind him, giving you a dazed smile. “Points of entry and departure. Two paths meeting. Crossroads.”

“Huh.”

Eddie takes in the sight of you steadily, calmly, worried that if he moves too suddenly then you might disappear. You’re wearing a black, retro-style waitress’ dress and running shoes– muddy from your walk home. You clutch your house keys to your chest almost instinctively.

That reminds him of the reason that he’s here– not just to check you out, unfortunately. He brandishes your car keys, dangling them from one crooked finger. “Brought you your car.”

“Yeah, I, uh… I noticed.” After a heavy beat, you look away. Your voice is thick with tears– you’re crying. “Sorry. Thank you. I didn’t, um– I didn’t mean to offend–”

“Hey– You didn’t.” Eddie doesn’t know what to do with your tears– he doesn’t want to see you cry, ever, but he’s spent a little too much time causing tears to know how to effectively stop them anymore. He places the keys on the counter nearest him, leading into the kitchen. “I know, it’s not what you’re used to.”

“It’s not,” you agree. “It’s nice.”

Eddie rocks back against the door, pressing into it. The wood creaks under his weight. “Nice,” he echoes. “Haven’t been called that in a while. It’s… nice.”

You snort, and it’s enough to have him grinning all over again. You turn away slightly, and when you turn back you smile at him sheepishly. Trying to suck back the tears that had sprung forth so quickly. “How did you get the car back?”

He squints. He thinks to remind you that he has magic, something that a normal person wouldn’t be able to use– except, he didn’t just poof it into your parking space. He drove it, like a dumbass.

He clicks his tongue. Be cool. “I had a talk with the guy who stole it. He won’t be bothering anyone anymore.”

“Oh my god– you killed him?” 

Not that cool. “No! No, I– I would nev–” you’re a demon– “I would seriously consider the consequences–”

“This is unbelievable.” 

“Hey, I got you the car back. Without killing! Even though it took so so so much impulse control, please clap.” He tilts his head and grins at you. He figures he probably looks insane with his glowing eyes and cheshire cat smile.

You nod and take a calculated step forward. You point at the open wine bottle on your kitchen counter. “I’m getting a drink.”

He shrugs. “You own the place.”

“No, I don’t,” you scoff, approaching him. The scent of smoke grows stronger with each step, until you’re engulfed in it. “I pay rent up the ass because I can’t afford any place else.”

Eddie watches you pour a glass of wine with the interest of a collector looking at a piece of fine art. “What would you prefer?” 

The air hangs thick with implication. What do you want me to do? Eddie holds the edge of the counter with his ringed fingers, watching your brow screw up in contemplation. He wants to reach forward and smooth it over with his thumb, get rid of any worries you might have.

He’s a sorry son of a bitch, is what he is.

“What I want–” you stop, your eyes falling to his hand. You stare at it for a long time. Hard knuckles that you’re sure have drawn blood, clunky rings like weapons. You wonder why he keeps them there indefinitely, why he chooses those accessories, keeps this form. He’s intimidating, dangerous-looking, and yet you feel a weird sort of comfort around him. 

He’s the most dangerous thing in any room, and he’s asking what you want.

You look up into the demon’s smoldering eyes, and take a breath. “What I need is to not take home pocket change, because my shithead manager won’t stop skimming my tips. Y’know I trained the fucker?” Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Yeah. Piece of shit won’t stop giving me crap work just because he can, and I’m– I’m–”

Eddie wordlessly nudges the wine glass towards you with the tip of his finger. You grab it and take a long gulp. 

You sort of stutter and cough, trying to catch your breath when your tears of exhaustion keep wanting to spill. You’re furious. You’re so fucking angry that it’s vibrating in your bones, threatening to wither and crack them under its force. You start breathing in heavy, short bursts of air that don’t do much to calm you down at all.

“I’m barely making enough to cover my rent even with my tips,” you continue. “But now he’s stealing them and I’m having to skip breakfast to save food and I can’t find another job because the people in this town fucking hate me–”

A warm hand settles onto your back, heavy between your shoulder blades. A little bit of the tension in your shoulders melts and releases, but along with it comes the tears you were holding back. You shiver, leaning further into his touch as though it’ll ground you. Your sinuses are sore and your eyes sting as hot tears slide down your cheeks, but you let Eddie hold you up. 

“Want me to kill that guy for you?” Eddie smirks when you cough out a little laugh that sounds more like a hiccup, but he’ll take it. “What? I’m so fucking serious. I’m not gonna let anything hurt you anymore. What kind of a demon daddy would I be if I did?”

“Shut up.” You bat his chest with the back of your hand. He chuckles, and the sound is as warm and soothing as his hand on your back. Your lip wobbles, your brow screwing up as you try to even out your voice, but you just come out sounding like you’ve got something stuck in your throat. “What are you, a genie with three wishes? I tell you my sorrows and you snap your fingers and fix it?”

“You get a lot more than three with me, sweetheart,” Eddie promises. His eyes are unwavering, his hand stroking lightly back and forth between your shoulders in a way that has you hypnotized, leaning towards him. “And it may take more than just snapping my fingers, but yes. I’ll do it for you.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re married, baby.” He holds your gaze gently, hoping not to upset you any further. “‘Til death do we part,’ right? We’re a team now. Your needs, my needs. That’s why you signed the contract. That’s why I gave you this.” Eddie’s warm hand ghosts over your wrist, and the mark that bears his name seared into your skin. The mark tingles, itching with recognition at his touch. “Just say the word and it’s yours.”

You’re still crying. Big, glossy tears falling down your cheeks, making him falter. He’s floundering. He doesn’t know how to make them stop, and the more he tries to get you to tell him, the harder they’re falling. You aren’t hyperventilating anymore, thank fuck, but you’re still quietly sobbing, and you’re not telling him what he needs to know.

Eddie tries searching for it. Squints at you, tries reaching into your mind to find what you need– sort of the same way that he saw the memory of you and the fucker who stole your car. All he gets is one repetitive thought, spinning around in the forefront of your mind. 

Hold me. Hold me. Hold me.

“C’mere,” he tells you softly. Eddie reaches forward, turning you slowly by the shoulder until you’re facing him. He watches your face for any kind of disgust– there’s nothing, save the big tears that keep falling. 

He pulls on your shoulder, just barely, and you crumple. You face plant into his chest and take a deep, shuddering breath that rattles in your lungs and tastes like a campfire. Eddie is warm as a space heater and his arms are strong, wrapped around you tightly to keep you from falling. 

Eddie holds you until he feels you stop crying. He thinks. Maybe you’re still crying, but it isn’t shaking your entire body anymore, and he feels like that’s a move in the right direction.

“Just say the word,” he speaks into your hair, just loud enough for you to hear. A timid hand comes up to pet the back of your head. He hasn’t held someone like this in ages. “I can try to read your mind, but then I get the wrong idea, and you won’t like what I’ll do. I’m willing to do anything for you, honest. But y’gotta tell me, baby.”

You hesitate, and then you pull back, puckering your lips in a way that distracts him. He fixates on them, tilting his head as he watches the way they move. Remembering how they felt on his own when he kissed you last night. He hasn’t kissed someone in ages, either.

“No killing Colin,” you conclude, knocking him out of his reverie. He groans. “I’m serious! He’s a dick, but I don’t want that on my conscience. Please, Eddie.”

“Not even a little bit?”

“No.”

“Fine,” Eddie grumbles, pouting and stomping his feet. “But you wouldn’t feel that way if you saw the kind of torture we can whip out in ye olde Hell. Make your skin crawl right the fuck off. Ooh! That’s actually a good idea–”

“Maybe, sometime.” You shake your head. “But not now. Just… get him to quit. Or something. Okay?” 

Your hand presses into Eddie’s chest. It feels like a blast straight into his infernal heart. His eyes fall to it, taking in the willing touch that you give him and letting it define his entire being for a second.

Oh, he’s in trouble. He’s really, really done for.

“Okay, sweetheart. Anything you want.” 

His kiss is a ghost of a touch on your cheek, just barely a whisper of skin on skin. Just enough to make you gasp and nearly turn your head, to lock his lips with yours. You practically fight the urge to do it. Your heartbeat kicks up– not for the reason you think it should, either. You aren’t scared. He doesn’t make you nervous– at least, not in an uncomfortable way. 

You want Eddie to press his lips to yours, and you want him to hold you again. You want him to stay indefinitely. Make a home on your couch and hold you in his lap all night. You think that if you asked him, he might do it. Anything you want, right?

But he pushes away from the kitchen counter, and he’s gone as quickly as he appeared, in a rush of air carrying his scent. With a sigh, you sink back on your heels, finding yourself wishing that his arms were still there around you, to catch you before you fall.

You lift your glass of wine to your lips. The imprint of his name still itches on your wrist.

[supernaturalistthings]

Jealousy

Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Warnings: +18 contains smut

Summary: One night in a run down bar Dean Winchester has no choice but to reveal his true feelings

You could feel an intense gaze on you from across the bar as the influence of alcohol starts moving your hips for you. The bass of the music moves through you as you dance to the song booming through the bar. Your hands floating over your body as you move to the beat flawlessly thanks to the drinks you already had in your system. You feel the gazes mounting and thankfully so as you look up and see a small blonde next to Dean desperately trying to pull him into conversation and pull his eyes away from the girl of his dreams. 

In that moment it was an impossible feat, all Dean could focus on was the sway of your hips, how your hands roamed over your clothed curves gathering the attention of anyone with a pulse and eyes. His hands clenched his beer while the tone of the blonde standing next to him gets blurred into the music and he starts to notice how many eyes are on you. The girl dancing, his girl dancing. He excuses himself without even looking in the direction of the blonde next to him and starts to shimmy his way through people to get to you.

His breath is caught in his chest as he finally reaches you holding out a hand to stall you in your place from dancing to the song booming throughout the bar. He looks cold into your eyes and firmly says

“Lets go”

“Where?” you reply

“Anywhere but here”

“Thought you were busy” You say scanning over the bar looking for the girl that was previously trying to get Dean's attention, as Dean grabs your arm and starts dragging you towards the exit.

“Busy trying to get your attention, but clearly plan A failed. B it is i guess.” He says gruffly and without a glance, as the cold air of the night spreads over you and the bar door slams shut behind the both of you. Dean is still dragging you along the way. However his hand moves from your forearm to your hand. He's gripping you tight as you start to walk upon the 67 Chevy impala.

He flings open the passenger door and guides you in with an air of annoyance. You watch as he walks back to the driver side through the windshield, he flings his door open and slides in. The silence is tense and can be cut with a knife as the engine roars to life and he speedily pulls out of the bar parking lot.

“You started this” you say finally cutting the tension without taking your eyes off the road speeding beneath the car

He shoots a glare over and readjusts his grip on the steering wheel

“Yeah well I'm finishing it too..” He shoots back without tearing his eyes from the road. “I'm tired of this game… you're mine, I'm going to give you a reason to start acting like it.” His knuckles tighten on the wheel, and the gas slightly accelerates.

Your mouth goes slightly aghast as you take in his side profile. As you take in him. Dean claimed that you both not being officially together was something created for your own safety. That he couldn't chance losing you but right now that didn't matter. You could tell by the grip he had on the steering wheel and the shade of green his eyes were. You belonged together, and in this moment more than ever. 

The car slows to a stall and the engine abruptly shuts off when you’re finally broken from your thoughts and feel your door open. You turn and see Dean waiting with his hand out for you to take. The annoyance has mostly left his face and all that is left is desperation. You slowly reach for his hand and he lifts you out of your seat and shuts the car door behind you as you both walk hand in hand to his motel room. No dragging, no annoyance, all of that was left at the bar.

He messes with the key for a second and the door opens and you both step inside and the instant it's closed and you can feel the hardness of it pressed against your back. Dean has his hands firmly on your shoulders holding you against it. Your breathless staring into eachothers eyes as he hesitantly leans forward and presses his lips to yours in a way you haven't felt before. It was passionate, tender, dare you say loving. His hands slide up the sides of your neck and tangle in your hair as the room is filled with soft moans and the slight sound of your hips moving back and forth from the door as you press against him.

He reaches for your thighs and pulls you up to straddle his waist. One hand stays on your thigh after you lock your legs around him and one travels around your waist, holding you as he crosses the room to the bed. He holds you as he leans over and gently lays you on the bed. The kiss never breaking. His arms cage you as he kisses you from above and it feels heavenly. He pulls back and his eyes flutter open and breathlessly whispers 

“You're mine…and I'm yours, and that's just the way it's going to be from now on” he softly brushes his fingers along your cheek and into your hair looking deeply into your eyes. The way he looked at you spoke everything you had been dying to hear. You cross your arms around his neck and bring him in for another kiss and then stopping again to answer 

“Sounds good to me”

He smiles brightly and seals the space between the two of you once again. He reaches for the hem of your shirt and you lift yourself slightly so he can pull it over your head. He tosses it to the floor and runs his hand down your torso cupping and pulling at your bra while stabilizing himself with his other hand.

You run your hands over his bare chest and stomach before toying with the waistband of his jeans. He takes over and slides them down and kicks them off somewhere. You're both breathless and desperate to feel every inch of each other. The kiss is feverish. Intoxicating.

He rolls you both over so you're on top, he pulls at every curve on your body. He leaves wet kisses all over your collarbone and chest while he easily undos your bra and it joins the rest of your clothes on the floor. His hands are everywhere, over your chest, around your thighs. He slips his hands into your pants and cups your ass and rocks your hips against his. You grab the waist band and roll them off of you having to stop straddling him to do so and the second they are stripped from your body you're pulled right back into his strong arms. You're wearing nothing but your underwear when he breathlessly breaks the kiss when he says,

“You're so beautiful”

It’s whispered so delicately against your lips, and you savor every syllable. Your eyes flutter closed and your lips reconnect as he lays you down with himself between your legs. He runs his hand between the small space between your bodies and to where you need him most. He can feel a slight wetness seeping through your panties and says 

“You're still wearing to many clothes”

He rubs small circles over your clothed clit. You're a mess with your head thrown back and moaning like crazy. Deans watching your face contort in pleasure and he can't help but feel proud of himself knowing he can make you feel better than any other man. He finally slides your panties down your legs and playfully throws them as far as he can. He's smirking and his thoughts are swimming when he reconnects your lips with his. He is full of passion and hoping that any fraction of what he's feeling is being conveyed through his kiss and his touch. 

His hands are running down your body and so is his mouth, leaving a trail of wet kisses and soft marks behind. You're his now. He places his mouth over your wetness and makes love with his tongue. Licking and kissing until one of your hands is running through his hair and the other is gripping the sheets for dear life. His name drops like hymns from your lips and it only fuels him to get you to the brink.

“You taste amazing" he looks up and says. He fully takes in your state. How desperate you are for him and it hits him even harder that he is the only man he ever wants you to look at like that.

He crawls up the length of your body and deeply looks into your eyes before leaning in and kissing you. You’re breathless and you take him into your hands and start pumping. You’re moaning into eachothers mouths. Dean feels euphoric. Between his feelings and the way you actually feel, he’s high. He takes himself from you and teases your entrance before fully inserting himself inside you. Both of your foreheads connect and his eyes are squeezed shut from the tightness. He kisses you softly and pulls away for fear he might not be able to breathe.

You're looking into eachothers eyes, the only illumination being the lights from outside seeping through the cracks in the motel curtain. He's never looked so beautiful. 

“You're gorgeous” you say, it being the only thing you can conjure at the moment.

He smiles softly still maintaining eye contact and even in the dark you can see color tinge his cheeks. He couldn't comprehend this was real. He starts moving slowly in response. Thrusting in and out. The heat and sweat is mounting between the two of you. You're both moaning messes. Each other's names falling from both your lips in praise.

Your back is arched and you're leaving marks on his shoulder from how hard you're gripping him. His thrusts become sloppy from just how amazing he feels, how you're making him feel. 

The tension in your stomach is building and you don't know how much longer you can take it when suddenly you cant anymore. You cum hard around him, squeezing every inch of him as he thrusts in and out. His own undoing building. He's thrusting deep and grunting hard when you then feel him spilling out of you. You're both moaning and looking deeply into eachothers eyes. He slows his pace to almost nothing and you're lost in eachothers eyes for good you must think, and don't mind either. He cuts the silence by saying, 

“I guess I should've done that sooner” still above you and caging you in with his strong arms. He lifts one to start soothing your messy hair and it results in a giggle from you.

“Better late than never” you say in a more serious tone and lean up to give him a peck on the lips. You feel him smile into the kiss and your mind is swimming knowing there will be plenty more to come in the future.

[ahsokaismyqueen]

The Evolution of Friendship Pairing - Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader Summary - After Steve is attacked by Billy Hargrove, you're shocked to find the guy still attempting to protect you as you two go into the hub to try and buy Eleven some more time. It makes you wonder. Are you and Steve Harrington actually . . . friends? Word Count - 3.3k Warnings - Language and canon typical violence Steve Harrington x HendersonSister!Reader Masterlist

Things started to come back to you slowly. Like the fact that the kids were arguing, the world seemed to be moving underneath you, you were leaning against something solid, and your head hurt like hell. 

Then the memories hit. Billy showing up at Will’s. Steve defending you and the kids, and then Steve getting the shit beat out of him. You remembered thinking Billy was going to kill him if he kept going. You remembered thinking that couldn’t happen. You remembered doing a lot of not thinking as you jumped on Billy’s back and tried to strangle him to get him off Steve. 

You couldn’t remember much after that, but you were distracted from your thoughts by a voice that was very near to your ear, groaning, “Nancy?” 

Your eyes opened, and everything was a bit of a blur for a moment. It wasn't until you felt a body shifting underneath you that you realized the something you had been leaning against had been a person. When you forced yourself up, you realized that person you had been leaning against was Steve Harrington. 

Or at least you were 95% sure it was Steve Harrington. 

God he looked terrible. His face was swollen in several different places, blood still stained his skin, and he looked out of it. You watched as he reached up to touch a part of his face, and your brother, who was now also coming into focus, said “no, don’t touch it,” and tugged his hand away. 

You took that moment to look around you, and suddenly realized why it felt like the world was moving underneath you. It’s because it was. “Dustin, what the fuck?” You said, an edge of panic creeping into your voice. 

“You’re going to keep straight for half a mile, then make a left on Mount Sinai.” Lucas told Max from the passenger seat. 

From the passenger seat because Max was driving. 

“What’s going on?” You heard Steve’s groggy voice say. 

Max looked back at you, and that’s when he seemed to realize what was going on. “Woah, oh my God!” 

“Just relax,” Dustin tried to speak in a calming voice, but it freaked you out more. “She’s driven before.” 

“Yeah, in a parking lot.” Mike spoke up. 

Your heart started pounding in your chest as you flew down the road. Flashbacks flew by in your mind of another dark road, the screeching of tires, the crash of metal ripping . . . 

“They were going to leave the two of you behind, but I promised you’d be cool.” It was Dustin’s voice, but it sounded far, far away. All you could hear echoing in your mind were the ghosts of your screams for your dad and for help. 

“Stop the car! Slow down!” Steve said as Max pressed down on the gas. 

You couldn’t breathe. Your hand slid up and down your chest, rubbing the skin and trying to somehow get some air in your lungs. The car was going too fast. It was too dark. Max was going to get you all killed. “S-Stop the car.” You managed to gasp out. 

“I told you they were going to freak out.” Mike told Dustin. 

“Everybody shut up! I’m trying to focus!” Max yelled. 

A hand gripped your wrist, and you snapped your gaze over to the man sitting beside you. Steve caught one look at your face and started yelling. “Stop the damn car!” 

Faintly you could hear them yelling at Max to make a turn, but your gaze was flickering from the road back to Steve. You couldn’t tell if you were yelling or everyone else was. You couldn’t even tell what was real anymore. Your vision was flashing in and out. One second it would be Max driving the car, next it would be your dad, smiling back at you as headlights flared in the front windshield. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest you felt like at any moment it would explode and kill you too. 

Then the car turned to the left, the tires screeched, and you couldn’t take it. You squeezed your eyes shut tight and clawed at your chest. 

“It looks great sweetheart.” 

“Dadddddd . . .” You whined. “You didn’t even look.” 

“That’s because I know without looking it’s going to be amazing.” 

You smiled, but then it turned back into a pout. “But I’ve gotta know if it’ll match Dustin’s nursery or not.” 

Your dad sighed, and took his eyes off the road glancing back at the picture you were holding up. When he saw what it was, he started to smile. “It looks as amazing as I pictured it.” 

But something else had caught your attention. A truck, heading straight for you guys which normally wouldn’t have been a concern, but . . . It was on the wrong side of the road. “Dad!” You screamed. 

But it was too late. The sound of glass shattering, tires screeching and metal crunching filled your ears. Your dad was groaning, then he was screaming. He was screaming your name, and you were pressed against something hard - 

Except that wasn’t your dad’s voice, and the something hard you were pressed against wasn’t the car. It was moving, rising and falling, and a hand held your head against it. As your senses started to flood back into your body, you realized there was another hand pressed against your back. You let out a gasp of air as the hand stroked down your back. “Jesus Christ, Dustin! Your dad died in a car crash with your sister, and you thought it’d be a good idea to drag her into a car unconscious with a kid driving?!” 

You weren’t in the car with you Dad. You were with the kids and Steve. You took another gasping breath and inhaled a woodsy and metallic scent. Steve’s cologne and blood. You were pressed against Steve’s chest and any other time you would have been embarrassed, but you were still too panicked to be thinking clearly. Your fingers curled into fists at his chest, gripping his shirt, and you grounded yourself to him. It was the present, you were not in that car anymore. You repeated the words in your mind as Dustin and Steve kept arguing. 

“I didn’t - I didn’t know that would happen. When she drives at night she’s fine.” Dustin sounded upset, and you felt a flash of guilt for how long you had kept this bottled up. 

You remembered the first time it had happened, and how it had flipped Eddie, who was already a terrible driver, out. He had pulled over and had to spend fifteen minutes calming you down. Driving wasn’t the problem. If you were driving, you were in control. You were the one who could keep everyone safe, but when someone else was driving, if they got distracted, it could mean another death. “It-it’s okay,” you gasped out, and you knew you should pull yourself away from Steve, but you didn’t want to. He was your anchor, and you were scared if you pushed yourself away you’d be thrown right back in that memory. You realized how pathetic you must look though, and loosened your grip on his shirt. “I-I I’m sorry.” You whispered.

Steve’s hand grabbed one of yours. It was swollen and bloody, but you didn’t care. It was something else to keep you in this moment. “It’s okay, stay here until we stop all right? Then we can murder these shitheads together.” 

You let out a shaky laugh, and let yourself rest back against his chest. Keeping your eyes closed, you tried to make yourself concentrate on lining your breaths up with Steve’s and not how fast the car was going. When it screeched to a halt, you let out another gasp and Steve squeezed your hand. You heard the kids moving out of the car, and then you allowed yourself to look up at Steve, who hadn’t moved. “I’m sorry I freaked out.” You told him, embarrassment heating up your cheeks. 

He was shaking his head before you could even finish. “You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s those assholes who should be apologizing.” 

A weak smile formed on your face. “I know you didn’t get to meet her, but El is pretty awesome. They want to help her.” 

“So what you’re saying is, they’re not gonna give up.” Steve said, watching them out the open door as they all ran around to gather supplies. 

You shook your head. 

Steve groaned. “Shit, shit, shit.” You watched as he climbed, well stumbled is probably a better word, out of the car.

You were still shaking, but nowhere near as bad as earlier. The car had stopped, and you were back on solid ground. You knew if you and Steve were going to keep these kids from killing themselves, you were going to have to get it together. So you took what felt like your first deep breath in years, and climbed out after him, grabbing a hold of the door when you had a momentary dizzy spell. 

“Get me my shit Henderson.” Steve said to your brother as he made his way to the back of the trunk. “I’m not going to have all of you die on my conscience.” 

Moments later Dustin was handing Steve a backpack and his bat, and handing you a flashlight and a bag of who knows what. You followed the kids to a hole that Mike and Lucas had already jumped in. Steve stumbled down before you, and once again, you found yourself worried about his injuries, and if he could even handle this. You didn’t say anything though, just let out a sigh and jumped down. 

You hadn’t even noticed Steve was waiting there to catch you, and heat rushed to your face as he put you on the ground, your faces inches apart. “Uh- thanks.” You said, your voice still a little breathless, but this time you didn’t think it was because of the panic attack. 

Steve nodded, and you took a step back, turning your attention to the tunnel around you. 

You’d never seen anything like it. It was covered in black vines with white particles floating in the air that you were sure weren’t supposed to be inhaled. There was something so . . . Uneasy about it. You couldn’t ever recall feeling so unsettled. 

“Holy shit.” You heard Steve murmur behind you. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s this way!” Mike yelled, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“You’re pretty sure, or you’re certain?” Dustin called from behind you. 

“I’m 100% sure! Just follow me and you’ll know!” Mike called back frustrated. 

“Woah, woah, woah, hey!” Steve rushed forward, and you grabbed his arm to help steady him when he stumbled. “I don’t think so. Any of you little shits die down here, we’re getting the blame.” He gestured towards the two of you. “Got it dipshit?” Steve told Mike, snatching the map from him. 

As you looked forward a little bit of panic made you bite your lip. You really weren’t sure if Steve was physically capable of this right now. “Steve . . . Maybe you should let me take the lead on this.” You said, giving his arm a squeeze. 

Steve turned to you, but you couldn’t read his expression with how covered up his face was. “If I’m not letting them lead, what the hell makes you think I’d let you?” 

Irritation, and you were surprised it took you this long to feel it, flooded your body, and every bit of worry about his state left your body. Did he not think you were capable of handling this? Much less that he could control you if you decided to? “Let me?” You said, the tone in your voice telling him to reconsider his words. 

He held his hands up defensively in front of him. “Yes, yes, I know you’re a badass, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try and protect you.” Steve said, and started walking forward and gesturing to the kids to follow him as if his words hadn’t stopped you in your tracks. 

Steve Harrington, the most popular boy at Hawkins High, wanted to protect the nerdy school slut. If you had told yourself this a year ago, you would’ve thought you were out of your mind. He meant it though, you could sense how genuine he was with his words. A warm feeling settled in your chest to replace the irritation, and you were too stunned to even argue anymore. 

“Are you sure the two of you aren’t dating?” A muffled voice said, and you turned around to see Max, and below her googles you could see a raised eyebrow. 

Her words startled you so much you stumbled back from the force of them. “W-What?” 

She shrugged. “He seems to care about you a lot. Just an observation.” She said, before following after the others as if she hadn’t rocked your world either. 

When Dustin stopped in front of you, you were already rubbing your forehead, nervous about what other thing was going to be revealed to you. “What?” You groaned. 

“I’m sorry- About the car.” He continued when you looked confused. “I didn’t - I didn’t think about Dad. I just didn’t want to leave you there in case Billy woke up-”

You felt bad, reaching out to wrap an arm around your little brother’s shoulders. “It’s okay, Dustin. You didn’t know.” You started to lead him towards the others. “We can talk about it after we save Will and Eleven, okay?” 

Dustin nodded, but still looked upset. 

After what seemed like miles, and a slight scare when Dustin inhaled some of the dust things that were flying around, all of you entered a chamber. A chamber where multiple tunnels seemed to meet. “All right Wheeler,” Steve said, taking a look around. “I think we found your hub.” 

“Drench it.” Mike said. 

You all ended up covering as much as you could of the place in gasoline, and then all gathered back in the way you came, Steve in front with the lighter, and you right behind him with the rest of the kids all gathered around you. “You guys ready?” Steve asked. 

After everyone affirmed, Steve looked at you. 

You nodded. 

It didn’t take long for everything to catch fire, and your hand reached for Steve’s jacket, almost absentmindedly clutching the fabric in your fists as the tunnels seemed to come alive. The vines flew up into the air, tangling around each other. It was almost as if they were . . . Screaming. 

“Let’s go!” Steve yelled, and took off at a run back through the tunnels. 

As you had before, you took up the rear, letting all the kids ahead of you and making sure no one was left behind. In fact, you kept such a close eye on them, you didn’t see the vine until it was too late. 

Once you hit the ground, you watched in horror as it wrapped around your leg, crawling up your body and pinning you to the ground. You let out a scream, attempting to kick it off of you, but it was no use. It had you in too tight of a grip, and terror filled your body as you felt one of them wrap around your neck. You heard Dustin scream your name, and everybody started running back, Mike and Dustin grabbing a hold of one arm each and trying to tug you out of the vines’ grip. 

“Back up!” You watched with wide eyes as Steve ran towards you, and swung his bat down on top of the vines, making them almost screech and let you go. You let out a gasp of relief, and Dustin and Mike let go of your arms as Steve held one out to you. 

You took it without hesitation, and let him help pull you up. When you were standing, he didn’t let go of your hand, giving it a squeeze.

“You okay?” He asked, and the concern in his eyes was clear. 

Your heart was still pumping fast, but you weren’t so sure it was the vines anymore. Afraid to speak, you nodded, giving his hand a returning squeeze. 

That’s when you guys heard the growl. 

Steve’s reaction was immediate. He used his grip on your hand to tug you behind him, and the rest of the kids hurried behind the two of you, except for Dustin who was staring at the demodog. “Dustin! Get away from that!” You hissed. 

Dustin held up a hand to all of you. “Trust me. Please.” 

“I absolutely do not trust you right now. What the fuck-” You tried to go to him, but Steve kept you behind him, his eyes locked on Dustin and the demodog who you now realized was Dart. “Is this shit working?” You whispered to Steve as Dustin began to get some candy out of his backpack. 

“Looks like it.” Steve said, sounding as confused as you felt, but nevertheless, when Dustin gestured for you all to run past Dart, you did. It wasn’t until you heard the growling again, this time way more than just Dart’s, that you started running again. You helped Steve get the kids back up the rope, Dustin making it through when shadows started appearing on the wall. “Come on! I’ll hoist you up!” Steve yelled at you. 

You looked up at the hole where the kids were screaming at the two of you to hurry, but you knew it was too late. You’d never both get up in time, and the thought of leaving Steve down here wasn’t an option. Especially not after what he’d done for you in the car. “I’m not going without you Harrington.” You told him. 

The only part of him you could see was his eyes, darkening slightly as they looked at you. He didn’t have the chance to say anything as the first creatures appeared around the corner. You let out a noise of surprise as your back was pressed against Steve’s chest with his arm around you in an iron grip, his bat at the ready in the other. 

But they ran right past you. 

You heard Mike say Eleven’s name, and realized that she must be closing the gate. You looked up at Steve, who still had you pressed against him even though the dogs were long gone. He seemed to be in another world, staring at the spot the dogs had disappeared to. You knew you should say something, but you couldn’t help but take a second and absorb how it felt to be held so tightly. Somehow Steve felt . . . safe. It was like nothing could touch you because you knew he was going to protect you. Not to mention how it almost seemed like you just . . . fit against him so well. 

Oh god you could not be having those kinds of thoughts about Steve Harrington. That wouldn’t turn out well for anyone. 

Your hand reached up, grabbing his arm that was still around you and giving it a squeeze. “Hey. You okay?” 

The words seemed to shake him out of his thoughts, and he looked down at you, his voice a little breathless when he responded. “Yeah, you?” 

You shrugged. “I guess I’ve been worse.” You admitted. “Now, can you help me get out of here?” You asked, nodding towards the hole. 

“Next time would you just listen to me and go when I tell you?” Steve asked, letting go of you. 

He didn’t take a step back though, and you didn’t either. Instead you turned your body to face him, shaking your head. “Sorry, I won't abandon my friends to their certain death. You’re going to have to get used to it.” You said with a shrug.

You couldn’t see his face still because of the handkerchief, but there was a note of amusement in his tone when he replied. “We friends now, Henderson?” 

A smile formed on your face as you looked at him. You hadn’t even had a second thought about the words before they left your lips, and you were startled to realize that they were true. “Yeah, Harrington, I think we are.” The two of you were friends. You could share more with him than most now. 

So why did the word friend still feel weird on your lips?

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Rainswept Confessions

・❥・Geto x Reader Soft Smut・❥・

On a stormy night, you find yourself in a car with Geto, driving through heavy rain toward Gojo's place. As the storm intensifies, the tension between you grows, leaving the two of you alone in the thick atmosphere. Eventually, the mounting pressure gives way to a moment of intimacy.

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Rainswept Confessions

The rain hammered against the windshield in rhythmic waves, each drop splintering into rivulets that streaked across the glass. Streetlights glowed in hazy halos, smeared by the water and the speed at which we cut through the night. The roads were slick with puddles that reflected bursts of neon signs and distant headlights, turning the wet streets into a patchwork of fleeting color. Tires hissed over the asphalt, splashing through the rain-soaked pavement. Inside the car, the storm became a lullaby—a steady drumming on the roof mixed with the soft hum of the radio, filling the space with a soothing, melancholic kind of music.

I glanced sideways at Geto, feeling a familiar, unspoken pull. His long black hair spilled over his shoulder like silk, the ends slightly damp from the dash through the rain earlier. Strands clung to his neck, framing the curve of his jaw. He held the steering wheel with one hand, fingers curled just enough to convey his usual effortless ease. His other hand rested on his thigh, the slight tension in his knuckles drawing your gaze. He always seemed calm, but there was a quiet power in the way he held himself, as if every movement he made carried unintentional grace.

God, he looked perfect. The slope of his nose, the way his eyelashes cast delicate shadows under the dim light, the quiet intensity in his gaze that never wavered. His presence was magnetic—like he didn’t belong to the world beyond this car, only to the moments where time slowed around him. You knew him as your best friend, along with Gojo, but there was always something more beneath the surface when it came to Geto. Something that kept you lingering a second too long, thinking of him in ways you never did with anyone else.

The storm outside seemed endless, as if the road ahead had been swallowed by rain and mist. The car cut through it steadily, but with each passing mile, the destination felt more like a distant dream. Soon, Geto eased the car off the road, pulling into an empty parking lot. The rain battered the roof harder now, a constant drumming that made it feel like the world outside had vanished into water and sound.

“We’ll stop here for a bit,” he said, voice smooth and unhurried. “Can’t see the road in this mess.”

He draped his arm over the back of his seat, turning slightly to face you. His gaze lingered just long enough to make your heart catch. You nodded, feeling your breath hitch as the weight of his presence settled in the small space between you.

“We were supposed to meet Gojo,” you whispered, though the thought felt distant now, swept away with the rain and the night.

Geto gave a faint smile, his lips curving at the edges in a way that made your stomach twist. “He can wait. He always does.”

There was a softness in his voice, like he knew Gojo would be fine—because he always was. But with Geto, it felt different. Here, alone with him, the world felt quieter, smaller, like this moment was carved out just for the two of you.

You tried not to stare too long, but the way the faint light traced the curve of his cheekbone, the slope of his throat, and the line of his collarbone kept drawing your eyes back to him. The sound of rain filled the silence between you, but it only made his gaze feel heavier, more deliberate.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice low, as if not wanting to break the delicate stillness.

You swallowed, your voice softer than intended. “Yeah.”

The tension between you wasn’t sharp—it was tender, lingering, filled with things left unsaid. His eyes searched yours for a beat longer, and you knew this wasn’t just another rainy night. This was a moment caught between friendship and something more, a moment where, for once, neither of you had to pretend it wasn’t there.

The radio hummed softly in the background, and then the song shifted—something slower, deeper. The bass throbbed gently under a sultry melody, and the singer’s voice dripped through the speakers, low and smooth like honey. The shift in music felt deliberate, as if the night itself was conspiring to heighten the tension already thick between you two.

Geto’s lips twitched into a faint smirk, like he noticed it too. His hand slid down from the back of the seat and rested near your shoulder, his fingers brushing against the fabric of your jacket—a fleeting touch, but enough to send a shiver down your spine. The air between you buzzed with unspoken curiosity, something heavier than the simple comfort of old friends.

He leaned closer, just enough for you to catch the faint scent of rain on his skin, mixed with the subtle spice of his cologne. His voice dropped an octave, softer, more intimate. “So, tell me,” he murmured, “if you could have anything right now, what would it be?”

You blinked, caught off guard by the question—and the way his gaze didn’t waver, like he was waiting for an answer that wasn’t just small talk. The rain outside drummed steadily on the roof, but it only seemed to amplify the moment between you, the quiet hum of possibility filling the space like a slow-burning fuse.

“What would I want?” you echoed, stalling as your pulse quickened. Your heart beat so loudly you were certain he could hear it. “I don’t know. Maybe… something simple. Something that makes me feel good.”

The words felt dangerous as soon as they left your mouth, teetering on the edge of playful and suggestive. His dark eyes flickered with amusement, and that damn half-smile tugged at his lips again, like he knew exactly what you were thinking.

“That’s vague,” he teased, tilting his head slightly. “You’ve gotta be more specific than that.”

You bit your lip, the warmth in your chest spreading to your cheeks. “What about you?” you countered, trying to regain some control over the situation. “If you could have anything right now, what would it be?”

He considered your question, his gaze trailing over your face, lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he ran a hand through his damp hair, pushing it back from his face. The movement was so casual, yet so deliberate, that it felt like a show just for you.

“I think I already know what I want,” he said, voice smooth, almost lazy—but there was an edge to it, a quiet intensity simmering just beneath the surface.

His eyes darkened slightly, glinting with something playful yet predatory, like he was testing the waters to see how far you were willing to go. His hand drifted from his thigh, just a few inches closer to yours, a silent invitation hanging in the charged air between you.

You swallowed, suddenly very aware of how close he was—how easily the boundaries between you two could blur, right here in the warm cocoon of the car, with the storm raging just beyond the windows. The storm outside might have felt endless, but so did this moment, stretched taut between desire and hesitation, daring you to take the next step.

His lips brushed against yours, soft at first, testing, as if waiting for permission. But the moment you leaned into him, everything shifted. The kiss deepened, becoming hungry, urgent, like he’d been holding himself back for far too long.

His hand slid to the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair, gripping it firmly but not painfully. A shiver ran down your spine as he gave a subtle tug, tilting your head just enough to claim you fully. The pull sent sparks down your body, making your breath hitch against his mouth.

The rain outside seemed to roar louder, drumming against the roof as if trying to match the rhythm of your racing heart. The kiss grew more fevered, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that stole every thought from your mind. His breath was hot and ragged, mixing with yours as the kiss became a dance of need, tongues brushing and teeth grazing just enough to leave you aching for more.

His hand on your thigh now—when did it get there?—gripped just a little tighter, his thumb drawing slow circles through the fabric, grounding you and setting you alight all at once. The warmth of his touch bled through your clothes, sending heat pooling low in your stomach. Every brush of his lips, every tug of your hair, only stoked the fire building between you two, as if the storm outside wasn’t enough to contain it.

You let out a soft whimper against his mouth, and that seemed to unravel him. His grip on your hair tightened, pulling your head back just enough for him to break the kiss and hover, panting, his lips ghosting over yours. His dark eyes burned with something raw—desire, frustration, and something deeper, something dangerously close to devotion.

“Say the word,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost pleading, as if this moment could break either of you if it wasn’t real. The rain pounded relentlessly outside, but in the charged, hazy warmth of the car, it was the farthest thing from your mind.

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him back toward you—and he came willingly, crashing into you like a wave finally allowed to break. The storm outside howled, but the real tempest was right here, between the two of you. And neither of you had any intention of stopping.

The kiss broke just long enough for Geto to breathe, his forehead pressed against yours, both of you panting like you’d been caught in the storm outside instead of sheltered from it. His hand lingered on your cheek, thumb brushing your skin in a way that felt too intimate, too real—like he wasn’t just kissing you; he was memorizing you.

Before you could say anything, his hand slipped to your waist, and with a smooth, effortless motion, he tugged you toward the back seat. The leather squeaked softly under your weight as he guided you into the cramped space, his long legs following right after. His body crowded yours, but instead of feeling trapped, it only heightened the strange thrill twisting in your chest.

This was Geto. Your best friend. You’d been driving through the rain minutes ago, and now his lips were on yours like this was something inevitable—something both of you had been waiting for without realizing it.

The car was warm, humid from your breaths and the rain clinging to your clothes. The scent of him—faint cologne, rainwater, and something distinctly *him*—wrapped around you like a second skin. And then, just as the weight of it all settled into your chest, the radio shifted again, the soft opening notes of Art Deco by Lana Del Rey filling the air.

"You're so Art Deco, out on the floor... Shining like gunmetal, cold and unsure."

The slow, sultry beat seeped into your bones, each note vibrating in the space between you two. Geto smiled against your lips as if the universe had set the song just for this moment, and you felt him hum low in his throat, pleased.

“Lana,” he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against your skin. “Perfect timing.”

His favorite. Of course it was. And just like that, everything clicked into place—Geto’s lingering touches, the way he looked at you like he saw something more than just a friend. All the moments between you two that you had brushed off suddenly felt too significant to ignore.

As the slow rhythm pulsed through the car, Geto’s hand slid beneath your shirt, fingers skimming your waist, slow and deliberate. His touch was gentle but insistent, like the beat of the song—a steady, intoxicating rhythm you couldn’t help but follow. His mouth found yours again, softer this time, the hunger from earlier replaced by something slower, deeper.

He kissed you in time with the music, each press of his lips a note, each graze of his teeth an echo of the lyrics swirling around you. His hand drifted higher, fingertips brushing against your ribs, making you arch into him without thinking.

"A little party never hurt no one..."

The irony of the lyrics didn’t escape you—this was definitely not what you had expected when the night began. But now, with his hands on your skin, the rain drowning out the rest of the world, you couldn’t imagine wanting anything else.

Geto’s hands slipped under your shirt, palms warm against the cool skin of your waist. His touch was slow, deliberate, as if savoring every inch of you. His fingers traced the curve of your sides, the drag of his hands light enough to make you shiver. He took his time, sliding them higher, brushing along your ribs in a way that left goosebumps in his wake. Each movement was unhurried, like he wanted to learn your body through touch alone, committing every detail to memory.

The slow beat pulsed around you, filling the small space between your breaths.

"You want in, but you just can't win. So you stay in the lights....."

The song's hypnotic rhythm matched the pace of his hands, teasing you with every subtle touch. Geto leaned in closer, the scent of rain and cologne swirling with the heat of his breath against your neck. His lips brushed your ear as he murmured, “You feel even better than I imagined.”

Your heart stumbled at his words, a flush spreading down your neck, your skin alive under the soft glide of his fingertips. His thumbs traced slow circles along your hips before moving higher again, brushing over your ribs like he was exploring uncharted territory.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, his dark eyes half-lidded and hazy with desire. The flickering light from the dashboard reflected in his gaze, making him look like a dream, unreal in the dim confines of the car. His hair had slipped free from its loose tie, falling around his face in dark, wet strands. You could feel the weight of his gaze—intense, wanting, and entirely focused one you.

His lips found yours again, slower this time, tasting, savoring—like he had all the time in the world. His hands slid further up your torso, palms grazing your sides before brushing just under the curve of your chest, the pressure light but electrifying.

You gasped softly against his mouth, and he smiled into the kiss, the corner of his lips quirking like he knew exactly what he was doing to you. His fingers curled slightly against your skin, teasing you with the barest hint of what he could do if you let him.

“Do you want me to stop?” he whispered, his voice low and velvety, a subtle challenge in the way he asked—like he already knew your answer but wanted to hear it from you.

The rain drummed relentlessly on the roof, the song wrapping the two of you in its dreamlike haze. In the dim, private world you’d created in the back seat, with the storm outside and his hands on you, saying no was the farthest thing from your mind.

Geto’s lips drifted down your neck, each kiss soft but deliberate, making your breath hitch as he slowly mapped the curve of your throat. His hands roamed your body with practiced ease, fingers dragging over your ribs, your waist, like he was savoring every second. Then, without a word, he shifted lower, his body pressing into yours.

The leather seat squeaked as he moved between your legs, using his own to nudge them apart, spreading you with a slow, deliberate pressure. The heat between you was suffocating now, every point where your bodies touched burning through the thin layers of clothing. His palms gripped your thighs, thumbs brushing over your skin with a tenderness that felt at odds with the hunger simmering beneath it.

"Cause you want more... Why?"

The lyrics melted into the atmosphere, slipping through the charged air like a whispered confession, amplifying the tension building between you two.

"You want more... Why?"

Geto’s breath was hot against your collarbone as he leaned down, settling himself between your thighs. His hands ran over your legs, sliding higher until his thumbs pressed into the sensitive flesh just above your knees. The pressure was light but firm, grounding you as the heat pooling in your core threatened to consume you.

The rhythm of the song, slow and hypnotic, matched the steady, unhurried way he touched you. His hands drifted higher, spreading you further, his dark eyes locked on yours like he was watching for every little reaction—every stuttered breath, every shiver that ran down your spine.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice low and velvety, sending a shiver down your back. “I’ve got you.”

Your heart raced as his hands slid further up your thighs, teasingly slow, his fingers brushing against places that made your breath catch. His gaze held yours, steady and deliberate, as if daring you to look away—daring you to stop him, even though he knew you wouldn’t. The rain outside pounded against the car, drowning out the rest of the world, but inside, the only thing that mattered was the heat and pressure building between you two, rising steadily with each touch.

The song’s haunting refrain circled back again, wrapping you both in its dreamy haze.

"Cause you want more... Why?"

Geto smiled then, just the faintest curve of his lips, like he already knew the answer.

With an agonizing slowness, Geto's fingers slipped under the waistband of your bottoms, dragging them down over your hips. His touch was deliberate, lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle. The cool air inside the car brushed against you as the fabric was peeled away, leaving you exposed, raw, and vulnerable beneath him. He discarded the clothing without a word, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

He paused for a moment, eyes dark and half-lidded as they roamed over you, taking in every detail—the way you trembled beneath him, the way your breath hitched at the absence of his touch. There was no pretense in his gaze, only hunger, and something even deeper: reverence.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice low and raspy, the words slipping out like a confession meant only for you.

The rain outside beat steadily on the roof, its relentless rhythm grounding you even as the heat between you both threatened to unravel everything. Then Geto dipped his head, a soft hum vibrating in his throat as he gave you exactly what you craved.

His mouth pressed to your inner thigh, feather-light kisses teasing their way upward, making you squirm beneath him. His hands spread your legs wider, holding you firmly in place, and then—without warning—he kissed you where you ached the most. The sudden contact made you gasp, fingers gripping the leather seat beneath you, your body arching into his touch.

"You want more... Why? You want more... Why?"

The lyrics played like a knowing echo in the haze of your thoughts, perfectly synchronized with every slow, deliberate movement of his mouth. He worked with maddening precision, every kiss and flick of his tongue designed to pull soft moans from your lips. The tension inside you coiled tighter with each passing second, the world narrowing down to the warmth of his breath and the feel of his hands gripping your thighs.

Geto’s dark hair brushed against your skin as he delved deeper, each movement slow and indulgent, like he had all the time in the world. The final notes of Art Deco faded into the background, leaving only the sound of rain—a steady, soothing beat that contrasted with the storm building inside you.

His name slipped from your lips, breathless and broken, and he smiled against you, his tongue teasing in response, as if answering a prayer you hadn’t dared to say aloud. The sound of the rain pounded harder on the roof, as if the storm outside knew it was merely a reflection of what was happening inside this car—of what Geto was doing to you, and how completely he had you under his control.

Geto’s mouth worked against you with renewed urgency, the teasing caresses of his tongue igniting the tension coiling tight within you. He picked up the pace, each flick and swirl more insistent, a melody of pleasure that made your breath come in sharp gasps. His hands held you firmly, fingers digging into your thighs as if he were anchoring you to the moment, keeping you grounded while everything else spun wildly out of control.

The rain outside thudded against the car like a frantic heartbeat, echoing the rhythm he set, intensifying with every second. He seemed to know exactly what you needed, his movements a perfect blend of teasing and relentless, coaxing you closer to the edge.

Every kiss was deliberate, each soft suck drawing out soft whimpers from your lips. You could feel the heat radiating from him, the way his body moved against yours, a sensual dance that had you teetering on the brink of release. With every passing moment, the world outside faded further away, leaving only the intoxicating sound of the rain and the delicious friction between your bodies.

His tongue curled around you, pressing with just the right amount of pressure, while his fingers dug deeper into your skin, holding you in place, preventing you from squirming away from the overwhelming pleasure. You could feel your body responding, every nerve ending lighting up like a firework, an electric current surging through you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Geto,” you gasped, your voice a desperate whisper, the heat pooling low in your belly, tightening with each movement.

He responded by speeding up even more, his mouth moving with a fervor that made your head spin. The sensation was dizzying, almost too much to bear, and yet you craved more. You could feel the heat of your impending climax building like a storm within you, a tidal wave crashing toward the shore.

“Please,” you breathed, fingers tangling in his dark hair, pulling him closer as if that would somehow draw you to the precipice faster. The plea escaped your lips without thought, raw and honest, and he seemed to take pleasure in it, the corner of his mouth lifting in a sly smile against you.

The tension coiled tighter, your body arching instinctively toward him, begging for release. Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, his fingers found the sensitive spot that made your breath catch, applying pressure in just the right way. Your back arched, every muscle in your body tightening as the pleasure reached a fever pitch.

You could feel the world around you begin to blur—the rain, the music, everything fading into a haze as you spiraled closer to the edge. A gasp left your lips, the sound mixing with the drumming rain and the fading notes of the song, creating a symphony of need that filled the car.

“Let go,” he murmured against you, his voice low and sultry, urging you on, sending you tumbling over the precipice.

And with that, the world exploded around you, every nerve ending igniting in a brilliant flash of ecstasy as you succumbed to the wave of pleasure that crashed over you, drowning out everything else—the rain, the music, even the world outside—leaving only you and him in that stolen moment, lost in the heat of the storm.

With one last lingering kiss to your core, Geto pulled away, his lips glistening from the heat of your body. He moved back up, his dark eyes locked onto yours, an electric current crackling between you as he closed the distance. His kiss was urgent yet tender, the taste of you lingering on his tongue as he explored your mouth, the intimacy of the moment deepening with every brush of his lips.

You could feel the remnants of pleasure still pulsing through you, the heat radiating from your skin as he pressed closer, his body molding against yours. His hands slipped down your sides, fingers tracing your curves, grounding you in the moment as he poured his desire into the kiss.

Then, with a practiced movement, Geto shifted slightly, unbuckling his pants, the sound of the belt clasp echoing in the confined space of the car. Your breath caught in your throat as he released himself, the anticipation heavy in the air, thickening the tension that hung between you like a live wire.

He didn’t break the kiss, though, his mouth moving against yours with a slow, deliberate hunger, as if he wanted to consume you entirely. You could feel him hard against your thigh, the heat radiating from him as he pressed closer, drawing you deeper into this moment.

You could hardly think, the rush of emotions and sensations clouding your mind as he continued to kiss you, exploring the depths of your mouth, his hands roaming freely over your body, familiar yet exhilarating.

“Are you ready?” he whispered against your lips, his breath hot and laden with desire. There was a hint of mischief in his voice, the question both a promise and a challenge.

Your heart raced at the implications of his words. You nodded, breathless, caught in the intensity of the moment, ready to dive deeper into this wild, beautiful chaos with him.

With a swift movement, he positioned himself between your legs once more, the weight of him pressing against you, the world outside forgotten as he closed the distance again. The storm raged on, rain hammering against the car, but in this small, intimate space, nothing else mattered but the two of you—the heat, the desire, and the thrilling unknown that lay ahead.

Geto's body pressed against yours as he began to move gently, taking his time to savor every moment, every soft gasp that escaped your lips. His movements were deliberate, coaxing you into the rhythm, allowing your bodies to find their own pace. You could feel the warmth radiating from him, the way your bodies fit together seamlessly, and it sent a shiver of pleasure coursing through you.

Each thrust was slow and measured, filling you completely, as if he was trying to imprint every sensation into your memory. He watched your face intently, gauging your reactions, that smirk returning as he saw the pleasure etched across your features. It was intoxicating, every breath and whimper drawing you closer to the edge again.

As the moments stretched on, the air thick with tension and desire, you could feel the ache within you growing, craving more. And just as the gentle rhythm began to lull you into a blissful haze, Geto shifted, picking up the pace.

The change was sudden, yet exhilarating. He moved with more urgency now, thrusting deeper, harder, the sound of your bodies meeting filling the car with an intoxicating rhythm. The car rocked slightly with each movement, the tension in the air crackling like electricity.

You gasped at the sudden intensity, every thrust driving you closer to the edge. The overwhelming pleasure built inside you, spiraling outwards with each powerful movement. His breath came in ragged bursts, the muscles in his arms flexing as he anchored himself above you, the heat between you rising to a fever pitch.

“Just like that,” you gasped, your fingers gripping his arms as you tried to pull him deeper, to feel every inch of him.

The rain continued to hammer down outside, each drop a reminder of the storm still raging beyond the confines of the car, but inside, everything else fell away. All that existed was the two of you—lost in the rhythm, the passion, and the electric connection that bound you together in this wild moment.

Geto leaned closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You’re so beautiful like this.” His voice was low, rough with desire, and it sent another wave of heat through you. You could feel the tension building inside you again, coiling tighter, threatening to snap at any moment.

With each thrust, each flicker of pleasure, you felt the world outside blur into insignificance. The only thing that mattered was the way he moved against you, how every rough thrust sent you spiraling closer to that precipice of ecstasy, a beautiful, chaotic release waiting just beyond your reach.

Geto’s movements became more fervent, a primal urgency driving him as he picked up the pace even more. Each thrust was harder, more intense, the rhythm pounding like a heartbeat echoing in the confines of the car. You could feel the heat rising between you, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke, threatening to unravel you both completely.

In a moment of passion, he leaned down, biting gently at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as if to quiet the sounds spilling from his lips. The sharp sensation sent a jolt through you, igniting every nerve ending and making you clench around him tighter. The sweet mix of pain and pleasure made your heart race, a delicious thrill that heightened every feeling coursing through you.

“God, you feel incredible,” he groaned against your skin, his breath warm and ragged. His hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as he thrust into you with unrelenting force. You could feel him everywhere, the overwhelming connection intensifying with every movement, every gasp that escaped your lips.

Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, the heat radiating between you building toward a boiling point. You were both so close, teetering on the edge of release, the world around you fading away into nothing but the rhythm of your bodies. The sound of the rain pounding against the car was a mere backdrop to the symphony of pleasure playing out between you.

“Geto,” you breathed, your voice shaky and desperate as the tension within you reached its peak. Your nails dug into his back, urging him on, pulling him deeper, craving that sweet release.

His grip tightened on you, his pace becoming more erratic as he felt you clench around him, the pressure building as he whispered your name like a prayer. “Almost there,” he murmured, his voice low and hoarse. The intensity in his gaze burned into you, igniting something primal and raw as he pushed you both closer to the brink.

And then, in one final surge, it happened. The coil inside you snapped, a wave of pleasure crashing over you like a storm, consuming you entirely. You cried out, the sound mingling with the rain as the world shattered into brilliant colors, every nerve in your body igniting in a blaze of ecstasy.

Geto followed right behind you, his thrusts becoming more frantic as he spilled into you, the force of his release matching the intensity of your own. The two of you finished together, bodies entwined in a beautiful chaos, the storm outside echoing the tempest that had just unfolded within the car.

As the last waves of pleasure washed over you, the world around you slowly came back into focus. The rain continued to pour, drumming a soft rhythm on the roof of the car, a soothing lullaby after the storm. You both lay there, breathless and intertwined, caught in the afterglow of what felt like an eternity.

As the last echoes of pleasure faded, Geto gently pulled away from you, his movements tender as he removed himself from your warmth. A soft sigh escaped your lips at the sudden emptiness, but he quickly drew you back into his embrace, wrapping his arms around you as he brushed a few strands of hair from your face.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his dark eyes searching yours for any hint of discomfort.

You nodded, a shy smile breaking across your face, the warmth of the moment still lingering. He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, the sweetness of it a stark contrast to the wild passion you had just shared. “You did so good,” he praised, his voice low and husky. “I can’t believe how incredible you felt.”

The sincerity in his words sent a flush to your cheeks, and you melted against him, the intimacy wrapping around you like a warm blanket. Time seemed to stretch in the quiet, both of you basking in the afterglow, savoring the peaceful moment and the connection that had deepened between you.

But then, the tranquil atmosphere shattered as a loud knock echoed against the car window, jolting you both upright. You glanced over to see Gojo standing outside, soaked from the rain, his hair slicked back and droplets glistening on his skin. A gigantic smirk played on his lips, his usual mischievous demeanor on full display.

“Hey, you two lovebirds! Should’ve let me join!” he called out through the glass, his tone teasing, eyes sparkling with amusement.

You quickly covered your face with Geto’s chest, embarrassment flooding through you as you felt your cheeks heat up. “Oh my god,” you mumbled, mortified, wishing you could disappear into the fabric of Geto's shirt.

Geto sat there dumbfounded, staring at Gojo with a mix of disbelief and amusement, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he was fighting back a smile. “What are you even doing here, Gojo?” he replied, trying to regain some composure, though the humor in his tone betrayed him.

You could feel Geto’s chest vibrating with laughter beneath you, and it only made your face burn hotter. The comfortable intimacy of the moment felt completely shattered, replaced by the embarrassment of being caught in such an intimate act. You peeked up at Geto, who was still trying to process the interruption, and then back at Gojo, who was leaning against the car, clearly enjoying the moment far too much.

“Seriously,” Gojo continued, shaking his head as he wiped some rainwater from his brow, “I didn’t know you two were into the whole 'rainy day' thing. Next time, let me know! I’ve got some good ideas to make it even more fun.”

You buried your face deeper against Geto’s chest, unable to hold back a soft laugh despite the embarrassment. The playful banter was familiar territory, but the blush on your cheeks reminded you that you weren’t just friends anymore.

Geto finally shook his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. “Shut up, Gojo. Just… get lost for a minute, would you?”

Gojo raised his hands in mock surrender, still laughing. “Alright, alright! Just remember, next time I want in on the fun!” With that, he stepped back, his laughter ringing in the air as he turned to walk away, leaving you and Geto in a bubble of both laughter and lingering tension.

As the rain eased up, the soft patter on the roof became a gentle reminder of the storm that had just passed. You couldn’t help but smile, the warmth of the moment returning as you sank back against Geto, feeling safe and cherished, even amidst the chaos of your friends.