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yandere-sins · 9 months

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“he follows until you are pressed to the cold wall, his arm around you, pulling you back so you wouldn’t have to be cold all night”

this made me remember that bed post, of how couples sleep Vs how single ppl sleep. Single ppl often have their bed up against the wall, cause it saves space and they don’t need to worry about falling off the bed, while couple usually have their bed in the middle with the headboard against the wall and the sides not touching anything, and that makes it easier for one of them to get up without having to disturb the other. This made me think… it would be such a yandere thing to do to have the bed pressed up against the wall anyways, so their darling can’t leave without them knowing or waking up. It just feels like such a subtly controlling action, where the darling wouldn’t be able to even go to the washroom in the middle of the night without the yandere allowing it. I mean, they prob would have had to wake up the yandere anyways if the yandere hugs them in their sleep, but this is still make the darling feel even more confined mentally, because they know that there is no way that they could sneak out so they would stress over whether they should wake up the yandere or if they would be able to tolerate it till morning comes. It makes you wonder if the yandere did it on purpose or by accident, especially if the yandere lives in a spacious house so there is no actual need to press the bed against the wall… ah, I just think it makes for a very nice small detail in this kind of scenario ☺️

(Sorry if this is rambling, I just woke up so my brain is muddled lol)

I haven't heard about that theory before! But it makes sense, now that I think about it :D

(Warning: Yandere, Sexual Mentions)

I can totally see yans taking advantage of that. Two entrances to the same bed are just taking up sooo much space (even if the room is completely empty otherwise, hehe). Why not make sure the darling has to do impossible aerobics to get on top and over their captor if they want to get out? Oh, the darling is such a tease, accidentally loosing their footing and waking the yandere with the beautiful sight of their darling on top of them. And then there's the wonderful spiel of:

"I just need to go to the toilet."

"Sure you do, darling."

Even if he yan knows the truth they just grip their darling's waist, keeping them in place and teasing them a little before allowing them to finally get off their captor and to the bathroom, the yan always following of course, yawning but excited to be up with their darling.

Or the very clingy yans that cannot imagine sleeping separately from their darling, even if the darling is sweating bullets because it's so damn hot in the room and locked in the yan's arms around them. They already abstain from drinking before going to bed, knowing they won't be able to free themselves of the yan's hold, so now they just hope to pass out from heatstroke or dehydration 'cause they are so fucking tired but can't sleep.

And then, of course, there's the aspect of being able to watch their darling all night long. It might take them a while with their captor staring down at them for hours to no end. How could they sleep with their sweet love right next to them? Pass up the chance to leave fluttering touches all over their bodies and whisper sweet nothings into their ear while they dream (hopefully of the yandere)? Never! They're just looking out for you—protecting you even! But the pleasure is all theirs, and the yan soaks up ever little utter or whimper from their darling, drunk on the vulnerable sight of their most precious darling. ♥

Oh, and can you imagine, those really mean yandere that drug their darlings? They are so freaking overjoyed when their darling is searching for any kind of comfort, after the yan put them into bed, while their brain is a huge mess. Darlings that cry and sob, but then bury their face in the yan's chest and the yan just instantly has a huge grin on their face as they pat their darlings head and rub their back, telling them everything is okay. They try to be empathetic but they just can't stop grinning, loosing their freaking mind from excitement. Yans who get so fucking hard/wet from their darling inching as close as possible to them, scared of some imaginary monsters they are trying to hide from, not realizing the monster is right in front of them.

Last but not least, sharing a bed doesn't just mean sharing a mattress. There's also just one blanket and one pillow, and the darling will be forced to stay near and rest their head on the yan's arm or chest. There's no escaping that, so they'll eventually admit defeat due to being so tired. But the morning after is when things get really interesting. When the mood shifts from sleepy to horny real quick, the yan not wanting to lose the warmth they shared all night, as always insatiable for their darling.

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plasticferal · 5 months

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i need matt shower sex, pls help a girlie out🙏🙏 also ur smut always eats so thank u

wet already | matt sturniolo.

authors note: thank you so much for requesting and your kind words i’ll cry. i hope you enjoy! it's short and sweet, kinda slutty kinda fluffy.

warnings: dom!matt, fem!reader, explicit language, light degrading but nothing crazy, self pleasure, unprotected sex and cream pie. reader discretion advised.

you rarely got the house to yourself. it was never quiet, or empty for that fact. all the times you crave to have matt is such an inconvenient time. he's either busy, or with his brothers.

it was long overdue for you to treat yourself. so finally having some alone time, you light a scented candle, let the bathroom room steam up with the hot rush of the shower water and strip off your clothes.

you close your eyes, envisioning matt. his hands roaming your naked, wet, body. his soft skin. his beard, a smirk on his face. instinctively you reach for the shower head, switching the water pressure and cooling the temperature, slowly bringing it between your thighs. being so consumed by the water hugging your body, and the music you starting playing, you don't hear matt's keys collide with the front door.

"y/n, baby?" you think you hear his voice, but the feeling of the strong, rushing water attacking your cunt has your knees buckling and grabbing at the tiled wall of the shower.

the water ripples on your clit and you envision matt's tongue between your legs, making you clench your core and hunch over, gasping for air. your eyes are clenched shut, flash backs being fuel to your euphoria. you let out a loud, shameless moan. you open your eyes mindlessly, and gasp at the sight of matt leaning against the door frame opposite of where you stand in the shower.

"fuck, matt" you sigh, pulling the shower head away.

“no, please. don’t stop on my account,” he raises his arms to either of his head with a bounce of his shoulders, and fixates his eyes on you.

"i didn't even hear you," you lower the shower head, feeling an instant flush of heat and your heart skip a beat.

"yeah but i think the whole neighbourhood can hear you," he has a smirk on his face, and his heavy eyes darken.

you feel like covering yourself from him, despite how many times he's seen you naked. he steps closer to the glass door, and starts sliding his white muscle tank over his head. it messes with his hair, letting it falling over his face.

"the boys didn't hear me, did they?" you follow his actions with your eyes, your feelings of serenity being overwhelmed with tension.

"they're not home," he brings his hands to his belt, and you hear the crisp sound of metal clinking as he undoes it. you swallow the lump in your throat as he pulls open the glass door and kicks off his shoes, passing them to the side.

you feel instantly relieved, shifting all of your focus on matt undressing. the moment he grabs at the hem of his boxers and shoves them down, stepping out of them, your mouth opens a jar, taking a deep breath in.

"so we can be as loud as we want." his strained voice is so much more clear the moment he steps into the confined space, facing you.

the water falling from above trickles over his face, and he spits it out when it travels down to his mouth. the look of his skin speckled with water drops that shine in the dimly lit room like diamonds has you speechless. he towers over you, and you're staring at him with anticipation. he grabs the shower head from your hand, yanking you toward his body.

"won't be needing this,” his tone sounds frustrated, but his words are somewhat sweet. there's always a bite to his tone when he's horny.

his hand reaches up and moves wet strands of your hair from your eyes, before he snakes his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls you forward. your breath shutters and your lips inch up toward him, begging for contact.

"couldn’t wait for me to get home, huh?" he grins at your sudden silence, loss for words more like it.

the closer he pulls you the more you feel his cock brush your thigh, and you reach between his legs and gently wrap your hand around it, stroking slowly. he sucks sharply through his teeth, looking down and jutting his hips forward into your palm.

he pushes your hand away from his dick and shakes his head in disapproval, and you groan at his self control. by self control you mean control. you already feel tonight is gonna be a 'what he says goes' kind of night.

"be good for me and turn around,” you sigh at his demand, abiding anyway.

you hear a plastic bottle pop open, the smell of your body wash filling the room and followed by the most surreal feeling of matt’s fingers massaging your shoulder blades.

"feel okay, baby?" his voice hovers over your ear, and you lean into his wet, warm chest.

he rubs his hands slowly over your biceps, dancing down your lower arms, massaging your neck and kneading his thumbs into your back. he's firm, but gentle. your eyes close and your shoulders drop their tension, giving into his touch completely.

“i like this,” you hum, feeling his mouth press a kiss onto your neck.

“rinse,” he speaks, stepping back to let you run yourself fully under the water. he adjusts the pressure, and temperature. as you’re washing the suds off your body, matt’s hands find themselves on your waist from behind, giving a squeeze.

“good girl,” he reaches around your body and trails his fingers down your stomach, his palm caressing every inch of the front of your body before he cups your heat.

you lean against him, wrapping a hand behind your head and reaching for his hair. his touch on your already throbbing clit has your knees weakening.

“matty,” you whine. he gives a small close mouthed moan into your ear, bucking his hips and semi-hard cock between your bare ass cheeks, just letting it rest against your skin.

with his left hand, he reaches up and cups your breast, squeezing hard. his thumb circles your nipple and his mouth peppers on your shoulders and neck. he leaves small bites as he stimulates your breasts and right hand between your leg taps your clit.

“you’re gonna take it from behind, aren’t you baby?” he nibbles at your earlobe.

“y-yes, please, anything,” you’re trying to grind into his palm, begging for more friction.

he presses you hard against the glass, your breasts making marks into the fog that turns the transparency clear. he bear claws your neck and forces your face against the glass too. he uses his free hand and yanks your hips backward so you’re entire body is stretched out, bent over and ass exposed fully for him.

“couldn’t fucking wait for me,” he talks to himself, repeating his earlier statement.

you hear the slushing sound of water and he strokes his own cock. the very faint reflection of him in the mirror ahead as his arm muscles tense with each rough and fast stroke.

“m’sorry, baby,” you beg for forgiveness. he pushes your face further into the glass and your hand prints slam against it, making a thud as the panel shakes.

knowing as much as he loves the sight of you making yourself quiver, it makes him feel like he needs to prove himself better. his touch will always better than a shower head, but you let him show you.

his hand dives in between your thighs from behind and he finds your entrance with the tip of his finger, lining up his cock.

“if you weren’t wet already,” he jokes, leaning over to kiss your lower back that’s now much closer to him.

he slaps his hard and full cock upwards against your cunt and your pussy is pleading for him, it’s hot and convulsing with each passing moment. you spread your legs further and really lean your body as much as you can to allow him full access from behind.

matt reaches up to bond his fingers with your wet hair, wrapping them up in his knuckles to control you fully.

you whimper at the feeling of him slowly stretch you out with his tip, pushing in. your mouth opens and you moan, trying to claw at the glass but your hands feeling useless, having no choice but to ball into a fist, or reach back to grab matt’s body, his ass, his slutty hips that are protruding forward and focusing intently on filling you. his shaft fits so perfect into your cunt and you can almost feel his cock curve up and hit your walls with the angle you’re at.

he thrusts you into the shower glass, pulling back, yanking your hair and thrusting deeply back with a loud slap. the water rushing over your bodies is spraying everywhere with each thrusting movement he throws into you from behind.

“fuuuuck,” he stretches his words, pulling you into him and absolutely hammering your pussy.

“grab the shower head, baby. show me what you got,” he speaks between each thrust he’s giving you, making it so hard to focus on straining for the metal piece. when you do, you hold it between your thighs where you watch his perfect cock slide in and out of you.

“sh-shit matt,” your words shake in your throat, and your arms are shaking as the spraying water on your clit washes the most euphoric feeling over you.

matt grabs your glistening breast from behind, arching his back over your body and the warm sticky feeling of his chest making contact with your back, continuing to fill you at a quick and furious pace. the sounds leaving his mouth alone could make you cum then and there.

“ngh, fuck, baby i’m gonna cum, fucking hard” he groans, and you feel his thrusts become sloppy.

you almost have the sensation to grind into the shower head but you push back into his cock instead. he squeezes your breast so hard you know he’s gonna leave little red finger prints.

“me too matty, so close” you cry out, banging on the glass so hard you’re shocked it hasn’t shattered. the steam is making it harder to breathe but you don’t care, you’re taking him fully and he’s giving it to you with everything he’s got.

the last hard, loud thrusts are where you both completely and utterly let go, filling the small room with moans and grunts. your stomach flutters and tightens and his cum fills your cunt as you feel him pull out, letting the shower head wash away what he’s released and then dropping it onto the tiled floor at your feet. his cum drips out of you and you shudder at the feeling.

"my pretty little cum slut," matt's fingers slide between your folds and rubs his cum between his fingers, spreading it all down your inner thighs.

your breath is shallow while matt’s hand in your hair guides you to straighten your posture, bringing you into his arms, letting you rest. he wraps his arms around you from behind, and you hug his hands to your chest.

“god it’s hot in here, and not just because of you” you know he’s talking about the literal heat, because yes, it’s disturbingly humid. a mix between your excessive movements and the hot water.

“yeah it is,” you kiss his wrist that sits just below your chin, giving a light laugh. water runs down your face, and you rub it from your eyes.

“round two on the bed?” he teases into your ear, and you can feel the smirk on his face growing as you throw your head back with a giggle. you flick water at him and he bites your neck in retaliation.

“i haven’t even washed my hair yet,” you half pout half smile.

“i’ll wash it for you. relax, baby” he completely folds the moment he hears the softness in your tone.

the moment you try to adjust your stance you feel your knees get weak. matt chuckles at your little wobble as you regain your balance, holding you up as you continue coming down for your high.

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oneforthemunny · 1 year

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curiosity killed the cat |mafia!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: you disrupt eddie's meeting with rick after he told you not to. he has to punish you.

a repost. yes, I'm back lol. this is my new account :)

contains: 18+ MINORS DNI. mafia!eddie themes, language, mentions of violence and drugs, daddy dom themes, daddy kink, spanking, oral fem receiving

Eddie didn't like bringing business in the home. He didn't like the idea of people in his space, people who weren't usually there. It left him on edge, constantly checking, counting the number of people there, eyes tracking their every move. Even if it was just Rick, a few of his close accomplices that Eddie knew, it still made him anxious. Knee bouncing under the table, eyes flickering from Rick to the plans back to the men around the room. His mind raced with possibilities, scenarios and he forged different outcomes. Normally, he'd already planned his escape, attack, a quick fire plan to halt whatever situation might come. This wasn't his first time after all, however, it was the first time with you.

You weren't allowed in the room, of course. Eddie wouldn't dare even entertain the idea of you being put in such a vulnerable position. He'd left you in the master bedroom, the dogs in the room with you.

"Don't leave," Eddie pouted a finger at you, dark eyes narrowed and serious.

Your thighs clenched at his strict demeanor, a contrast from the sweet Eddie who always was so gentle and doting with you. He was different when it came to business, menacing; it made you excited.

"You've got everything you need in here, so just stay in here until I come get you, ok?" Eddie lifted your chin, eyes locking with yours fiercely. "Keep the door locked. You know where the gun is?"

You nodded, his inked fingers spayed around your chin, you just wanted to suck them. Eddie grinned gently. "Good girl," Your pussy clenched, cheeks heating.

"I'll be back in a little bit. Just stay in here and be quiet, ok?" Eddie instructed.

"Are they dangerous?" You asked meekly, eyes widening at the possibility.

Eddie frowned lightly. "No, baby, of course not. I wouldn't bring them here if I thought they'd hurt you." He cooed gently, hand stroking your hair. You relaxed under his touch, soothing and comforting. "They're not going to do anything here, and I know these guys, it's just... It's business, sweetheart. You don't belong near the business. Too precious."

You blushed under his words. Eddie leaned in, kissing you slow, full lips pressing against yours in sweet kiss that had your head reeling, tummy flipping and pooling with warmth. Eddie pulled apart, holding you in his gaze, loving and longing.

"I'll be back soon." Eddie whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose.

He slipped on his rings, staring at himself in the mirror. You watched carefully, as your loving, sweet man slipped into a dark demeanor, menacing and expressionless. Warm brown eyes that were always soft and glowing for you were now hollow, vacant and dark. He closed the door behind him softly, the lock clicking before he padded down the hallway.

You tried to keep yourself busy. Eddie had brought everything you needed into the bedroom; snacks, drinks, activities, the dogs, and you already had a bathroom. You contemplated soaking in the tub, maybe reading or finishing off the movie you'd started.

Nothing helped, you were restless. Confined in a room, a very spacious room that was roughly the size of your entire apartment, but still, confined. Locked away until your Prince Charming came back to release you. The dogs laid over you in the bed, taking their turn and letting you pet them, cooing and scratching behind their ears.

Helplessly, you looked at the clock beside the bed. Angry, red glowing numbers that flashed, reading the time back at you; it had only been twenty minutes. You were sure it had been an hour at least. Falling back on the bed with a heavy sigh, you let Lucifer press his snout into your cheek.

"Luce, this is gonna be a long day." You muttered with an exaggerated pout to the canine, hand dragging down his soft fur softly.

You shivered on the bed, the cool air of the air conditioning until sending shudders down your spine, goosebumps rising from the chill. You curled closer to Lucifer, pressing your nose into his fur. The air conditioning control was out in the hall, where you weren't allowed. Your eyes flickered over to the fire place mounted to the far wall. You supposed you could turn that on, but you weren't sure where Eddie kept the long lighters.

Sock clad feet pressing into the mahogany hard wood, you padded over to the closet, flicking on the light. The dark shelves came into view, illuminated by the chandelier hung above. Everything about the mansion was so gothic and elegant in one. Positively, Eddie in every way. A little scary, a little weird, but very, very nice.

The first time you'd come over, walking down the long, crimson hallways that Eddie led you down, you felt like you were in something out of Dracula and The Godfather all wrapped up in one.

When you'd told him that, Eddie had laughed, dimples deep and eyes shining in the low light of his bedroom. "That was the goal, baby doll." He winked.

You'd blushed then and you blushed now, the same tingling feeling buzzing in your chest, warm and suffocating but oddly comforting, a rush sparking up your spine. Eddie always got you like that, giddy and silly in a way that only he could

You ran your hands over his shirts, all his work shirts. You snorted lightly, taking the fabric of a pristinely pressed black button up, Egyptian cotton and soft to the touch but stiff. You pressed your nose to the sleeve, inhaling the scent- laundry detergent, tobacco, and something woven within the threads that you couldn't quite put into words, it was positively Eddie.

There on the racks was your things too. All the things he'd bought you that you kept here. He'd been begging you to move in for weeks, since the first night he brought you here really. You told him when your lease was over, which he scoffed at. "Kitten, I can get you out of your lease, no problem. Don't use that."

You knew he could. You just didn't want to leave that life just yet, keeping a small piece of yourself at the apartment complex, a part of you that didn't know all the inner workings and dark shadows of Hawkins- of the country. It was silly, really, you loved Eddie. You stayed here all the time anyways, but you clung onto it. Eddie was a sweetheart, he let you, respected it, never pressed. It made it easier to transition over.

Eddie was always so sweet to you, so kind. You smiled, holding onto the sleeve of a cashmere robe, white and fluffy. He'd bought it for you after installing the bath, your initial sewn in baby blue over the breast. It was warm, cozy, soft- just like Eddie was to you.

You wondered how people could be so scared of him. He was nothing but an absolute angel to you, doting on you in ways you didn't even know possible. Passionate in ways that felt overwhelming at times, but you always returned it too.

Your lips curled in thought, fingers running down the robe's soft fabric, but your eyes moved to the bedroom door. The heavy, ornate mahogany door was taunting, looming over you like a bad omen- a darkened doorway. Your heart thumped, you could hear Eddie's voice telling you to stay.

"Curiosity killed the cat, kitten," Eddie's wicked grin, teeth baring and tone lilted in a mocking, nearly playful tone. He'd said that to you only a few weeks ago, when the two of you began something new.

You'd slipped into his office, looking for a letter opener. Instead you'd found a little box, rattling on the inside, with a carving you didn't recognize. Intrigued, you'd searched through the drawers, practically ransacking his desk looking for the key.

Eddie surprised you, ringed hand pressing gently on the small of your back, amused when you'd jumped up. Caught, wide eyed, mouth stammering with the box in your hand. He'd only shook his head, cooing at you gently, before placing the box down, guiding you gently to fold over the large desk.

He'd lectured you, sweetly still, while he lifted your little night gown, hand cracking down on your upturned bottom. It wasn't much, enough for your cheeks form a light dusting of splotchy pink with faint handprint impressions, and to have you sniffling with a pout. Eddie fussed all over you, pressing kisses and praises into your wet, salty cheeks, before bending you back over; this time a reward, his cock thrusting slow and deep into you.

That was the first time he'd ever spanked you. An idea that came from a drunken night out, that the two of you had discussed trying. You wanted it to be authentic, only happening organically. Eddie was more than happy to oblige you.

Your thighs clenched at the thought, rocking your pressed legs together to feel some friction. Eddie hadn't spanked you in a while. The last time being a little over two weeks ago, after you'd been exceptionally bratty and mean to him. He cooed at you sweetly, patting his knee for you to crawl over, while he cracked his palm down until you were crying lightly, fingers working between your legs until you gushed over his lap.

You contemplated it for a moment. You'd never done something this bold before with him. Bratting and breaking little rules when you wanted it rough, sure, but not this. He always went so gentle with you, only using his hand and stopping at the first sign of tears.

Eddie had said the men weren't dangerous, wouldn't hurt you.

And you did leave your favorite cardigan in his office.

The corners of your lips turned up, pressing them together to keep your smug grin hidden. The throbbing between your legs clouded your judgement, mind spinning with the excitement of Eddie getting rough with you. You shushed the dogs gently, shutting the door behind you before padding down the long hallway towards the other wing.

Eddie was wrapped up in planning, the latest shipment from Cuba coming through Mexico since they'd been compromised in Miami.

"You can't do Texas," Eddie shook his head, pointing at the map next to Rick. "Borders are tightening up. Hopper told me they'd cracked down, hard. Best bet is to go through Louisiana or Mississippi. We could send some guys out on the bayou, no one would ever bother looking there."

"What about the cajuns that live there, boy?" Rick raised a brow. "You think they'll just let us come in there? There's a reason border patrol and the law ain't out there."

"I know, but there's a guy here who has family down there. Willing to let us borrow his boat for a price." Eddie was always one step ahead, Rick grinned. "He's got a place right on the bayou, feeds out to the gulf. They come in that way, meet 'em there and-"

The door creaked open, all eyes snapping up before guns were drawn, clicked and ready to fire. Eddie's heart stopped, his finger trembling over the trigger when he saw you.

"Ed, I'm sorry to bother you, honey." You cooed before stepping in.

Eddie gaped, raising a hand firmly to signal a stop. Rick lowered his gun, brows furrowed when he looked at Eddie. He knew in an instant, from the fear stricken look in Eddie's eye, just who the girl was to him.

"I just need my cardigan. I think I left it in here." You grinned sheepishly at the men. Rick's two boys stepped in front of the plans, glaring down at you menacingly.

"Easy, boys." Rick snapped, seeing Eddie growl, eyes narrowed and teeth bared in their direction.

"Leroy, Joey, she's good." Eddie snapped, eyes locked with you.

Jeff and Gareth exchanged a nervous glance, looking from each other back to Eddie. His clenched fists, eyes hard and tracking your every movement in disbelief. They cringed at the thought of what he'd do to you, if you even knew what was coming. They watched carefully as you padded in, reaching behind Eddie's desk for your little folded cardigan, right where you left it.

Your eyes met Eddie's expression falling slightly when his angry, intense gaze met yours. You stuttered for a moment, blinking around the room before Eddie's eyes narrowed at you in warning. A look you'd never seen before. It was frightening, sending you scampering out of the room.

Eddie watched the door close, eyes trained on the wood long after you left. The room was silent, Rick's gaze moving from Eddie to Gareth and Jeff slowly. "Alright..." Rick drew out the word, brow still lifted skeptically. "Where were we?"

Your heart hammered in your chest, back pressing against the dark wood. The dogs must've sense your distress, whining and growling under the doorway at the threat they couldn't see.

"It's alright babies." You cooed, but even then your voice was wavering, shaky and rattled.

Clicking the lock, you padded back towards the bed, cardigan clutched between your firm grasp. Eddie was furious, that much you knew. No light, no softness, nothing familiar in his eyes when you looked at him; when he looked at you.

You tucked your knees up to your chest, heart beating so fast you thought it might just give out. You knew Eddie wouldn't hurt you, he wouldn't, but you wondered if you might've took it too far. If you might've hurt him. Guilt flooded your bloodstream, leaving your tummy twisting and wrenching at the possibility.

You'd taken it too far, clearly, you knew that now. All you wanted was him to be a little rough. You loved the passionate sex the two of you had, constant and attentive. How he'd take his time exploring every square inch of you, using his body in any way he could to worship yours. You loved it even more when it was your chance to return the favor.

All you wanted was him to be a little rough, a little mean. You liked the darkness, it was thrilling. How he could be a little cruel to you, all while being constant and reassuring. Praising you when he'd spank you, or when he wouldn't let you cum. Tutting at you in a tone that toed the line of mocking and caring.

"Baby, I have to." He'd sigh, heavy and like he truly meant it, with just enough flare in his tone to know he was enjoying it. "You've got to learn don't you? Got to be obedient for me."

You wondered if he'd do that to you tonight, or if he'd trade his sweet tongue for a lashing, sharp one that would leave you as battered and aching as your body. You shuddered at the thought, consumed with possibilities.

The soft knock at your door was enough to make you jump, the dogs growling and barking in warning. Gareth called your name, muffled through the thick wood.

"One sec." You called, leaping out of the bed, legs shaky when you clicked the lock.

The dogs filed out, scampering down the stairs as Gareth looked down at you. The sympathetic gaze he casted on you made you feel sick. "Uh, Ed wants to see you in his office." He muttered, eyes avoiding yours. "Now that everyone is gone."

You nodded slowly, shutting the door behind you when you started down the hallway for a second time. This time you were in a much different trance, one that left your numb with fear, anticipation.

Knuckles rapping softly on the door, you waited for Eddie's gruff voice telling you to enter. Swallowing hard, you pushed the iron handle open, heavy door opening with a low groan.

Eddie sat behind his desk, hand crossed in front of him. He met your gaze and you shuddered. "Shut the door behind you." Eddie called. His voice was stern, but not angry, not mean like you expected. Tired. It made your stomach squeeze even more in guilt.

Eddie nodded towards the chairs in front of him, cognac leather and large. You sat down slowly, gaze never leaving his. Eddie looked up at you, brown eyes softer now, pleading. "What did I tell you?" He asked, low with a small sigh.

You shuddered. "I-I'm sorry." You stammered, cheeks flaming. "I..."

Eddie lifted a brow. "You what? Didn't know? Kitten, I told you." He said softly. "I didn't do it to control you, baby. I did it to keep you safe. You know I don't want you in the middle of this shit."

Your lib wobbled, eyes prickling in tears. You felt your heart plummet at his words, caring, even when you didn't deserve it. You'd prepared yourself for screaming, anger, a fight and him to admonish you; not for him to still be so concerned for you well being, for him to be disappointed.

"I'm really sorry." You muttered, breaking his gaze to look down at your nails. You sniffled gently. "I-I just wanted to come in." You admitted.

Eddie leaned forward, brows furrowed lightly. "Why?" He asked, soft and genuine. "I told you to stay, that it's business. I know you don't care about what we're talking about so why would you..." He stopped himself, watching how you squirmed, shifted in your seat.

Eddie pressed his lips together, leaning back in his chair. "Look at me." He commanded, stern but not an order. A favor, a request still. You tilted your head up, watery eyes meeting his. He paused, taking in the way you gnawed at your lower lip. "Please tell me you didn't come in here so I'd punish you?" He asked.

You didn't reply, stilling at the question with wide eyes. Eddie sighed slowly, hands dragging down over his face. "Oh, kitten, that's so disappointing." His face fell, shaking his head gently.

The sob that tore through your chest, strangled in your throat, your deep breath trying to conceal it as Eddie stood. He walked around slowly in front of you, leaning back onto the desk. He towered over you, shoulders slumped and sad. You couldn't look at him.

"You want me to punish you?" Eddie asked. It was a genuine question, not mocking, not playful, certainly not threatening. You kept your gaze cast down, sniffling back tears. "Look at me please, baby." Eddie sighed gently.

You brought your gaze to his, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand. Eddie tilted his head to the side. "Is that what you want?" He asked softly again, brows raising ever so slightly. "That why you came in here? So I'd spank you for being a bad girl? For breaking Daddy's rules?"

You flushed, heart lurching at the name. You were sure he wouldn't want to play with you after this, after you'd been so bad, you thought he might never want to see you again. Your tummy twisted in a deep burst of excitement. You nodded gently, eyes looking up at him carefully.

Eddie sighed heavy, looking down at his rings. "Kitten, if you wanted Daddy to put you in your place, all you had to do was ask." He was scolding you, lightly, but enough to make you blush, feeling small under his words.

"I want you to listen to me, ok?" Eddie asked, leaning forward so he was closer to you. You felt his fingers under your chin, tilting your gaze up to him, soft, brown eyes melting into yours. "You don't do that again when you want to play. This time, it was just Rick and his boys, but next time it couldn't be. I'm serious when I say this, I don't want you around that. That is a hard line for me, I want you to respect that."

"I'm sorry, Eddie." You whispered softly, placing your hand over top of his. You could tell by the way his jaw clenched, emotionally, that it had hurt him. You never wanted to do that. It was just play after all, never meant to step over any lines or boundaries, by pass your respect for one another.

"I didn't mean to upset you like this." You ran the tips of your fingers over his knuckles down to his rings. "I just thought it would be... exciting. You said they wouldn't hurt me or anything, so I just thought..."

Eddie pressed his hand gently into your cheek, cupping it lightly. "I know you did." He said sweetly, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. "Let's discuss things about like that before doing it next time, ok? I'm not mad at you, I promise. I was just... I was scared. I thought something was wrong when you came in."

Your hear squeezed, lip quivering. "'M sorry." You whispered.

Eddie smiled softly down at you. "I know," He let his finger slide through your scalp. "But I have to punish you now. You know that don't you?"

Your spine tingled when excitement when Eddie stood, slowly walking around his desk. "Bend over the desk for me, baby." He fumbled with a cabinet, turning the key into the lock.

You stood slowly, stepping towards the edge of the desk, already cleared for you. You lowered your self down slowly, feet spreading to plant into the wood, far enough apart to steady you. Your hands splayed out on the cool wood beside you, chin resting to watch Eddie.

He emerged after a moment, placing the key back in his pocket before turning, revealing a small, black leather paddle, long but on the thinner side. Your eyes widened at the sight.

Eddie frowned down at you sadly. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this for a while." He exhaled slowly. "Thought I'd save it for your birthday. Give you some birthday spankings." You tingled at the mention, clenching around nothing. "But I think you need it today. You really need to learn your lesson, don't you?"

You nodded. "Words, kitten." Eddie ran a hand gently down your back.

"Yes, Daddy." You squeaked against the desk, pressing your cheek against the cool wood.

Eddie hummed gently, hand running down your little lounge pants. He pushed them down slowly, revealing you to be bare. He let out a small huff of air, fingers trailing up to your cheeks, pulling them apart so he could see your pussy. Soaked, as to be expected.

Eddie ran a hand softly over your bottom, soothing your gently. "I don't want to have to be this mean to you, but you have to learn baby." Eddie shook his head gently. "Have to learn to follow Daddy's rules."

You whimpered, nodding against the wood. Eddie bent down, pressing a kiss to your tail bone, leaving you shivering under the touch. "I'm gonna start now." He warned, thumb circling the bone before his hand rested on the small of your back, to keep you down, in place.

The cool leather of the paddle ran across the globes of your ass, a warning of what was to come. You shivered, squeezing your eyes shut. You fought the urge to clamp your legs together, the anticipation and thrill of it all making you ache horribly.

There was a swish before the leather snapped against your skin, your loud gasp following, eyes snapping and head raising. "Shh, I know," Eddie cooed. He kept his hand anchored on your spine, paddle lifting again before cracking across your skin, leaving an angry red stripe in its wake. "I know, kitten, I know."

"You've got to learn." You whimpered when Eddie brought the paddle down again, squick and snapping twice against the skin with an easy flick of his wrist. "Daddy doesn't like being mean with you, but he has to." He whispered, hand rubbing softly down your back.

You were starting to squirm, the sting building quick, faster than it ever did with his hand. You yelped, a pitiful broken cry following after he brought the paddle down again, on the bottom of your fleshy backside. "You're doing so good, kitten. Taking your spanking so good." Eddie crooned, the paddle lifting before he brought it down again.

You knew he wasn't using his full strength, not even close. He wanted it to sting but never hurt you, especially when the two of you were so new to things still.

You squirmed, tears streaming down your face. "'M sorry, Daddy." You whined, high and desperate.

"I know you are, baby. I know." Eddie sighed sweetly, bringing the paddle down again on your agitated skin. "You're doing so good for me, aren't you?"

Your sob followed as an answer, fists clenching when he brought down the paddle again, sending you forward you the desk. The wood dug into your hips, pressing uncomfortably against you with every smack of the paddle that sent you forwards.

Eddie's hand ran down your red cheeks, your abused little ass, bright and blooming with marks of the harsh leather against your skin. Your body shook with sobs, collapsed against the wood. Eddie shushed you quietly, sweet words and calming phrases to you while his hand ran over the hot flesh, trailing down further. He pressed his index finger, ducking it between your legs. He bit back a knowing smile when he felt you, dripping and coated in your own arousal.

Eddie let his fingers run through your folds, your small mewl perking his ears, your hips rocking back to meet his touch. "You learned your lesson?" Eddie asked gently.

You moaned when his fingers brushed over your clit, nasally and high pitched. "Yes, Daddy."

Eddie let the pad of his finger circle around your clit, throbbing and hard through your slick folds. "You're gonna be good for Daddy?"

You nodded, eyes pinching in pleasure. "Yes!" You squealed, shockwaves of pleasure spiking over you. "I'll be good, I'll be good!" You chanted breathlessly, a small grunt leaving your pouty lips.

Eddie smirked, he knew you would be. He knelt down behind you, tongue lapping and circling your sensitive clit while your squirmed. His hands gripping your burning cheeks lightly, keeping you spread so he could eat you properly, buried between you until you clenched, toes curling and crying out before falling onto his desk, sprawled out and starry eyed.

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The Only Destination

(Billy Hargrove x Gender-Neutral Reader)

Synopsis: Sometimes you can’t stand all the noise and the people. You want to run and hide, but you don’t know where to go. Until you spot the one person who you’ll always run toward.

Warnings: Language, overstimulated/sound-sensitive Reader

Word Count: 1638

A/N: So, I definitely did not mean to go over a month without posting a fic, but the creative juices have been sparse. Thankfully, I think they're slowly coming back.

This started as a Shy!Reader fic and turned into this. And I didn't use pronouns (I think), but I use the word "perfume." Just an FYI. Hope you enjoy it! (Also, I can't remember what gifs I've used already, so I'm just going with my heart from now on.)

Rubbing your chest, you force yourself to keep your hand there and not travel to your throat. There are too many people around. They’d think you’re trying to hurt yourself instead of self-soothe.

You’re mostly on autopilot as you down the remainder of your drink. It seemed the normal thing to do as you search for somewhere with fewer people—less noise.

Someone walks past you a little too close, and you want nothing more than to scrape your nails down your arms to stop the breeze.

It’s so fucking crowded. As if everyone is placed in just the wrong spot. You have no privacy, no space where you can go and breathe.

The kids splashing in the pool, the grill sizzling, the laughter and talking, it’s too much.

Your last saving grace is to go inside and find a bathroom, flee to a confined space, and hope you don’t feel caged—until you spot Billy. And your feet move before your mind can fully process what you’re doing.

He’s sitting on the edge of a lounger, watching the kids even though they all know how to swim.

You’re squeezing your fingers, scratching the back of your hand unconsciously as you walk toward him.

He glances your way, looks back to the kids, then returns to you when he realizes who you are. His brow pinches once he sees your face and the shift in your eyes.

He doesn’t move, only waits for you to get to him. You stand there, lifting your lips into what you hope is a smile, but when he doesn't return it, you know it isn’t.

You're unsure what you want to do but know Billy’s where you need to be.

But he knows.

He slowly places a hand over yours, tilting his head to the lounger in a silent “sit.”

You do, grateful to not stand there, feeling like all eyes are on you.

You slide your fingers through his absentmindedly and tuck yourself into his side, just behind his back.

He tightens his grip, scanning you.

“You wanna go?” he asks quietly, ever so slightly hunching toward you, hiding you from the others.

You don’t know.

You don't know what you want, and you don’t know what to do. And it makes you wish you could shut your brain off, but it keeps going. And the only thing that you know is that Billy makes you feel a little better. Like you don’t wanna crawl out of your skin.

You put your other hand on your intertwined ones and press your mouth into his shoulder, needing to feel as much contact as possible.

“Okay,” he whispers into your temple. “I’m right here.”

His thumb grazes your knuckles.

You concentrate on it—the warmth of his skin and the remanence of smoke. You hate the smell, but right now, it’s entirely him. It pushes your frayed nerves aside and ironically lets you breathe easier.

After a few moments, you open your eyes—not realizing you closed them—and meet Billy’s.

You rest your forehead on his shoulder, slightly embarrassed by how you pushed yourself onto him.

You inhale deeply and let it out before sitting up, still close enough that your hips touch.

“What do you need?” He keeps his voice low. You can't express how much that means to you.

You're not as on edge as you were, the shouts and laughs don’t make you tense as much, but you know if you move it'll get worse. You just need a minute…

“Can we go somewhere? Just for a bit?” It finally feels right to speak, like the words won’t get stuck in your throat and hurt your ears.

“You good to move?”

You like how he doesn’t say “yes.” He gets to the point—listens to your words and body language. And when you nod, he leads you to the side of the house surrounded by trees.

When you can’t see anyone and the voices are muffled enough, you wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face in his neck. His arms encircling your shoulders feel like a barrier between you and everything else.

You search for the dip of his spine, and your fingers twitch along it. The press of his cheek on your head comforts you.

He doesn’t sway or shift, only holds you with the steadiness you crave.

And when you lift your head, he waits for your arms to loosen so his can, too.

You’re still touching each other as your eyes meet. Billy's hands are under your shoulder blades, yours on his ribs.

He waits, knowing too many questions will throw you back into that state. All you have to do is say the word, and he’d drive you home. He’d fill everyone in later and collect your stuff while you got in his car. He’d stay with you if you wanted, sit in your living room while you lay in bed, or stand together in your kitchen the rest of the day if it kept you grounded. Whatever you need.

You’re tracing the tattoo on his side without realizing it, and his chest clenches a little at how he's the one you sought out.

“Can we sit on the swing?” Your voice is slightly hoarse like you’re forcing it to stay hidden.

He glances toward the bench swing and nods when he knows no one’s there.

Again, he leads you, holding the swing steady so you can settle into the cushion first. As soon as he sits, you pull your legs underneath you and lean into his side.

You’re far enough away from everyone that they’d have to walk over to talk to you but close enough to watch as Will pushes Jonathan into the pool.

Billy’s arm is around your waist, hand secured on your hip. You rest your head on his shoulder, and he tilts his chin to whisper in your ear.

“Okay if I swing us?”

Slowly, you nod. And Billy gently rocks you both, waiting a few moments to see if you want him to stop. When you don’t say anything, he relaxes, kissing your head and keeping his lips there for a few moments longer.

It’s a gesture that makes you want to cry. You can feel the tears welling. If you focus on them, you know they’ll fall.

“Thank you.” Your meek tone makes him squeeze your hip.

“I’ve got you.”

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You stayed there for almost an hour before you asked Billy if he could drive you home.

When you arrive, the thought of him leaving feels like one of your limbs is being ripped off. You want to hold yourself so you can try to keep your body intact.

But you don’t know how to ask him to stay. It’s like the words are stuck in your throat. So, you sit in his car for a moment. You can feel him looking at you. And you’re trying to force air into your lungs when he breaks the silence.

“Can I stay tonight?”

You nod, eyes soft in a way that tells him you’re still feeling like an exposed nerve.

Once you’re inside your apartment, you head straight into the shower. You’re not sure if you despise yourself or everyone at the party more, and you need to wash it all away.

Billy’s in your kitchen brewing you tea. Whether you drink it or not, holding the warm mug will comfort you.

He sets it on your nightstand. Then, strips himself of his shirt and shorts, climbing into your bed.

Yours is softer than his, and it smells like you. Whatever perfume you use always makes him a little dizzy—in the best way.

There are photos scattered around. Some on your dresser and desk, one on each nightstand, and one peeking out of the top of the book you’re reading.

He opens it and smiles almost immediately.

It’s you and him at his birthday party. The first one he had since his mom left. You threw it for him. Surprised him and everything—cake, streamers, presents, the whole nine.

Jonathan took this one—among many others. You’re in Steve’s kitchen facing each other. Your hands are in mid-motion as you tell him a story, smile wide and eyes bright. And he’s grinning.

It’s obvious how he’s leaning closer to you—like you’re in your own bubble. And he’s happy he didn’t catch Jonathan taking the picture, or he’d have moved away. He would’ve pretended he wasn't enthralled by you. At that point, he didn’t realize what he felt for you.

You walk into the bedroom then. The smell of your shampoo drifting over.

Wordlessly, you settle into your side and sip your tea. You close your eyes for a moment. Breathe. Then place the mug back.

He’s about to ask you if it’s okay when you slip down and press yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his waist and pushing your face into his side.

He almost blushes. You’re so damn cute.

“Can you read to me?” you ask.

“I don’t read smut for free,” he teases.

You bury your nose in his side. “It’s not that.”

He chuckles, resting his arm around your shoulders and propping the book on his lap.

He reads five pages before you’re out.

When he realizes you’re asleep, he puts the book down and looks at you.

You’re so relaxed, eyelashes fluttering as you sink deeper and deeper.

He doesn’t know what he did to deserve your trust. By some miracle, you feel safe with him.

Maybe…Maybe he doesn’t have to turn out like Neil.

Carefully, he lays down, pulls you onto his chest, and buries his nose in your hair.

He could stay like this forever.

The longer he breathes you in, the more sure he becomes.

You’re it for him. And it’s time he tells you.

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Itzy's Sex Toys

Yeji, Lia, Ryujin, Chaeryeong, Yuna

Length: 2325 words

Tags: masturbation, (improvised) sex toys, voyeurism, cum sharing, cum lube

Summary: Ever wondered how Itzy gets themselves off?

AO3

A/N: Here's some fantasy fuel for how each Itzy member masturbates (it gets real slutty at the end) featuring the non-conventional objects they had to make do with as sex toys before, the actual sex toys they own now, and the toy that they're looking at buying next.

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Yeji

Yeji getting her driver's license led to more than just being able to drive. This definitely doesn't work in every vehicle, but the handbrake in Yeji's car was just a simple, long and straight lever that when the car was in park, angled almost straight up. There was enough room at the front console that she could push the seats back, slot herself over the handbrake, and start riding to her heart's content. It was unconventional for sure, and not always practical, but at least the car had tinted windows.

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Yeji was the group's trailblazer when it came to sex. Not only was she the first to buy a sex toy, but she went all out on the first purchase. When the order came through, she couldn't contain her excitement and ran to her room to test it out. It was a male torso sex doll, spanning from the neck down to the cock and balls. No longer would she be confined to the inside of a car whenever she wanted to ride something long and hard. During one late night talk, Yeji and Ryujin had shared some of their fantasies with each other. The repercussions of that conversation led to Yeji sometimes pretending the sex doll beneath her was Ryujin, as she bounced up and down on its hard rod (more of that fantasy later...)

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Yeji is looking at buying a fuck machine next. With both the handbrake and sex doll she has to do all the work herself, but wants to have a go at lying down on her hands and knees, turning the machine on, and just getting absolutely railed from behind. She's gonna have to find more storage space...

Lia

Lia often took the longest showers. She would of course do the usual: wash her hair, soap herself up, shave, and get clean. But then she would also get dirty. Their bathroom showerhead was detachable, which Lia would hold against her pussy. The hot water jetting over her clit was the perfect amount of pressure. Not wanting anyone to have to wait around, thoughtful Lia would try to limit her shower sessions to when no one else had to use the bathroom after her.

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Lia eventually wanted to add more to her shower sessions, and made a very pragmatic decision to buy a suction cup dildo. She could now attach the dildo to the shower wall and fuck herself on it, whilst still holding the showerhead over her clit. This revolutionised showers for Lia, causing her to take multiple showers in a day if there was the opportunity to do so. From an outsider's perspective, she seemed shy about sex, but the thought of someone walking in on her getting off secretly turned her on, and for that reason she never locked the bathroom door when she showered (or the bedroom door when she stuck the dildo to her mirror). One time she forgot to take the dildo off the shower wall, and Yuna discovered it. But that's a story for another time.

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She's interested in buying a simple clit vibrator. One that she can hold against her sensitive bud whilst fucking her dildo, but she also wouldn't be tethered to the shower this way. She basically sees it as a direct upgrade from the showerhead.

Ryujin

Ryujin sleeps with a pillow between her legs. Silk sheets, pyjama shorts and no panties, cause she humps her pillow to get off. If she bundles up the pillow just right, her wetness against the silk pillow case creates an amazing texture that’s both smooth yet has just the right friction against her pussy lips and clit. She’s gotten real good at humping and grinding her hips after all that pillow fucking. This did lead to Ryujin having an excessive amount of pillows in her room, allowing her to have a pillow to fuck and still have a fresh one to sleep on that didn't have her cum all over it (without having to wash her sheets every few days). One night when Chaeryeong was sleeping over in her room, she wondered why Ryujin needed so many pillows. Her curiosity was answered upon seeing a familiar patch running down the middle of one of them. Much to Ryujin's embarassment, Chaeryeong specifically chose to sleep on that pillow for the night.

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Ryujin wants to fuck. Like literally. She bought a strap-on dildo because she’s obsessed with the idea of having a thick cock and just absolutely railing people with it. So much so that she practices fucking her pillow with it, pretending it’s one of her group members. Ryujin will give the dildo head before putting it on, practicing her blowjob skills and getting it all slicked up for her pretend partner (for now). Then she’ll get rough with it, slapping her fake cock and watching it sway, then jerking it off with a vice-like grip.

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Whilst she humps her pillows and jerks off her fake cock, she watches porn, and has been on the kinkier side of it lately. She finds herself continually returning to videos of sex swings. Ryujin thinks about how hard and fast she could fuck someone’s guts out with the assistance of a swing. This is going on her wish list for sure.

Chaeryeong

Chaeryeong genuinely did use her face roller to massage her face... at the start. The phallic look of it did always get her thinking and one day her depraved thoughts got the better of her and she used it to massage other places. She would clutch onto the roller balls to angle the shaft inside of her, pumping in and out of her pussy and oh.. my.. god.. did it make her feel good.

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Whilst the face roller got her off, it didn't hit deep the way she wanted it to (Chaeryeong's vaginal canal goes deep), so she started browsing around for actual toys. All the pretty colours and shapes of bad dragon dildos really drew her attention (and yes, the massive size too) and settled on a few that she particularly liked. The first time she used one was a very slow process, involving lots of lube and very slow penetration. Even now, her wank sessions take a bit to start off. But once her pussy adjusts to the size, it hits her in crevices that she didn't even know she had. She likes to kneel in front of her mirror with the base of the dildo on the floor just in front of her, holding the length of it up against her abs to visualise just how far it goes inside of her. Bad dragon dildos for a bad girl...

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The monstrous dildos do a very sufficient job of filling up her pussy, but Chaeryeong wants to be double stuffed and have things up her juicy ass too. She can’t get over how cute fluffy cat tail anal plugs look, and wants to have one (or two, or three) for her growing collection.

Yuna

One morning when they were getting ready for their schedule, Yuna and Ryujin were standing by the bathroom vanity, when Yuna's electric toothbrush was cutting in and out of power. The older girl made a sly comment about it. "Is the battery faulty? You only just charged it yesterday..." Yuna brushed off her remark whilst blushing, telling her Unnie to shush. They both knew the real reason. Yuna would brush her teeth with her electric toothbrush, feeling it vibrate in her hand, and one day her intrusive thoughts took over. Bzzzzzzttt it went, vibrating against her lips, though it wasn't in her mouth...

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If she was attached to her toothbrush before, she was now straight up obsessed with her rabbit vibrator. Where the toothbrush was thin, her rabbit was thick. Where the toothbrush was a gentle buzz, her rabbit vibrated hard. And where the toothbrush had her rubbing her clit with her free hand, the rabbit ears did that for her. This thing turned Yuna into a crazed little cum machine and she may or may not be addicted to jilling off with it.

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Yuna couldn't imagine a better toy at getting her tight little pussy off, so she’s opted for branching out to accessories that stimulates and turns her on instead. A ball gag, to help shut herself up so that her roommates don’t have to hear her fucking her rabbit for the 4th time in a day (hint, they can still hear her, and it turns them on just as much as it annoys them for being such a distraction). And nipple clamps, so that she can have her nipples pinched hands free.

All In Us!

This one is shared. Nobody explicity says it out loud but they all get off harder at the thought of sharing a toy; the material being glass has the added benefits of temperature retention and being easy to clean and take care of. If there’s one toy that always gets brought whilst travelling, it’s this one. It started off as them all passing around a hairbrush (which was tooootally only used to brush their hair) but Yeji thought it was starting to get ridiculous that they were using the handle of a hairbrush in this manner so she went and ordered them a glass dildo. When the girls are feeling particularly nasty there are days that the dildo gets shared around without cleaning it between uses. Cream and cum flows freely on the glass; getting passed around like a slut, accumulating everyone’s wetness and dirty fantasies.

To start off, Yeji had just driven home and was parked outside. She had been waiting to fuck herself all day and finally had the chance to. Pulling the glass dildo out of her bag, she slicks it up with her mouth, getting it coated with spit and ready for her pussy. Getting on top for a ride, she knows how to angle it just right so that the glass hits her g-spot with every buck of her hips, leaving a squirty mess over her car seat by the time she’s done. She wipes up after herself and heads inside, walking away from the fogged up windows of her car.

Lia welcomes her home and watches her place the wet glass dildo on the front door table, as if it were a mundane item like house keys or a letter. And that’s how the sharing starts. Lia retrieves the toy for herself, and is already a little wet by the time she reaches the bathroom. With her face pressed against the vanity, she uses one hand to fuck herself from behind, and the other to rub her clit, all to the mental image she has conjured up of Yeji’s squirty mess. Lia's angelic moans bounce off the bathroom tiles to the beat of her bent over railing. Once she’s done, she leaves the glass toy on the counter top.

Ryujin knows what Lia gets up to in the bathroom, and not so sneakily ducks in there to grab it after Lia leaves. Back in her room, she happily licks up the still warm glass, tasting Lia’s sweet honey. Once she's slurped up all of Lia's cum and has sufficiently replaced it with her own spit, she pulls up an image on her phone from her private folder (which may or may not be exclusive 'selfies' that Lia sent her). Facing down on her stomach, she bucks against the glass dildo, squeezing it with her velvety walls whilst grinding her clit on her wrist.

She gets a message notification from Chaeryeong - 'Unnie it's my turn when you're done.' Chae waits patiently in the next room over, listening to the consistent creaking of Ryujin's bed. Ryujin exits her bedroom and catches Chaeryeong in the hallway. She holds up the used dildo, attempting to make eye contact with a half smirk and a fucked out expression, but the younger girl is too shy and meekly grabs it from her hand without looking, giggling as she walks off to her own room. Chaeryeong is fucking ready to be filled up, and has her face down and ass up within seconds of closing the door. She rubs the glass along her tight little ass hole and then her pussy, lubing them both up with Ryujin's cum. She then pushes in, pounding away at her pussy with it - whatever remained of her Unnie's cum is now thoroughly mixed in with her own. She rubs her ass with her free hand, easily slipping in one, then two fingers thanks to the cum lube. Chaeryeong quickly reaches her climax this way, feeling like such a dirty slut fucking both of her holes.

Even though Chaeryeong makes a good effort to keep her voice contained, through the walls Yuna can hear the creamy slaps as her Unnie pounds into herself. Yuna had already made herself cum once during all of this, but she was a crazed fuck bunny who rarely stopped at one orgasm. Once again, the abused toy gets passed along. From the tip to the base, the dildo is coated with globs of Chaeryeong’s thick cream. Yuna makes sure to nibble at it a bit, then leans back and fucks herself silly. Simultaneously, she gropes at her perky tits, pinching her hard nipples. The stimulation and knowing that the toy has been passed down the line from every member all the way down to her, has her tight cunt squeezing at the glass dildo as she nuts. Pulling it out, she licks at it like a lollipop, cleaning off all that girl cum.

What toy will Itzy as a group buy next? Well to be honest, they should probably skip the middleman and just start directly fucking each other. They're already intimately familiar with each others moans of pleasure through the walls, and even what each other tastes like. It'll happen sooner or later, and Ryujin does have that strap-on after all...

A/N: If you couldn't tell by the image, this is mostly inspired by Chaeryeong's facial massage roller meme from one of their 'what's in my bag' videos. I also read @minheelovelee's post about Yuna's sex toys a while back, which served as inspo too. If anyone's interested I want to do a girl penis version of this as well.

#itzy smut #girl group smut #gg smut #kpop smut #yeji smut #lia smut #ryujin smut #chaeryeong smut #yuna smut #female idol smut #kpop fanfic #kpop headcanons #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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aerkame · 1 year

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Hi, I hope you're having a wonderful day!!!! How would Wally and the others in your Alive AU react if Reader had a coworker or friend that was romantically interested in them? Would they just get really clingy or even aggressive, especially considering they're confined inside the house?

I am! I went skating for a long while outside and got a Starscream model kit to put together later. :) (Short fic takes place in the Alive AU)

Jealous! Everyone x reader

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It started with flowers. One day out of the blue you had came home with a huge bouquet of beautiful roses. Julie was the first to ask where you got them, they were just so pretty! You told them it was from a coworker at the public library, he was really polite and gave you these roses as a gift...you were blind to say the least, not seeing it as a romantic gesture. But the romantic gift did not go unnoticed by your colorful guests.

Poppy told you she was already preparing dinner for tonight which was a relief honestly, you felt exhausted. Two pairs of arms pulled you close for a hug, recognizing them as Julie and Sally, the two hyper sunshines of your life. "Hey there host, we reeeeaaallly wanna show you something!" Julie was practically jumping with joy while Sally let go to grab something, coming back with a stereo to play music on. The two put on a dance that almost resulted in a vase being broken, but Barnaby's soft paws were there to catch it just in time.

"How about we all dance together?" Barnaby gave you a warm smile, he always knew how to warm your heart. Holding out his paw you took hold of it, joining in the dance with the three goofballs.

During dinner, Poppy came up to you with a delicious looking small cake and placed it right in front of you. "I made you some dessert deary, eat up!" You looked down confused "But what about the others?" However, when you looked back at the table everyone had already gone to do their own activities (or so you assumed) and Poppy just sat there smiling. Soon after that awkward dinner Eddie cornered you in the hallway one arm leaning on the wall and the other holding a neatly folded letter with red hearts all over it. "Here you are sweets, Frank and I wrote this just for you." You firmly grasped the paper and unfolded it. It was a beautifully written poem about you. "Wow, thank you Eddie I don't know what to say, this is very well written! I love it." Eddie gave you a small kiss on the head like he always did and the tip of a hat before walking downstairs whistling a small tune.

Later that night Howdy came by the bathroom as soon as you got out of the shower to gift you with the shiniest apple you've ever laid eyes on. You questioned where he got it from but Howdy only responded with "It's a secret! Just know that it's 100% off for you!" You couldn't say no to that goofy grin of his, plus he was just so happy to give it to you! You took it from him with a warm smile on your face... Also because his giant body was blocking you from leaving.

Once you finally managed to get by the giant caterpillar with your new gift you went to your room to settle down and sleep, rolling around a bit in the sheets until you got comfortable enough and closed your tired eyes.

Not even a minute after closing your eyes you felt the bed dip beside yourself and a long arm snaked over your torso. Only one person you know does that. "Wally, what are you doing?"

"I'm just cuddling my dearest host to sleep is all.~" You peeked open an eye after hearing that. He always did this when he wanted something out of it. "What do you want?"

"Nothing at all! You're the most I could ever ask for...buuut since you brought it up, you might as well do me a teeny tiny favor." You rolled in bed, turning yourself towards his chest, you were too cozy to care about the intimacy. "Hmh?" You hummed in acknowledgment.

"Stop talking to Derrek."

You sat up immediately. Not once did you tell anyone who it was that you've been talking to. "How did you-" a finger shushed you. "I know about him, and I want you to stay away. Can you do that for me darling?" He smiled coyly, but really it felt like he was threatening you. "No...Wally I can't just ghost someone like that. Besides we're just friends." The arm around you tightened as you squirmed to get out of your own bed. "Oh I know, but I would really love it if you two would quit talking. I don't think he's right for you."

Your eyes narrowed at him, for once the cocky bastard didn't look so cocky. "Wally...are you jealous? Is that what all of this is about? The gifts, the dancing, the constant cuddle sessions from you and everyone else here?" You watched his body go rigid and his face scrunch up into what was almost a frown. Wow, he's actually kind of frowning for once. That was rare.

"Wally, we're not a thing. Derrek and I are just friends and I don't intend to ever date him. I'm glad you and the others really care about me this much but you really shouldn't worry about my safety." You spoke more softly, finally understanding where he was coming from. The iron grip on your waist didn't falter though and you felt yourself suddenly being forced into a bear hug.

Julie swatted Barnaby's long tie out of her face so she could lean in closer to the door to listen. Everyone else did their best not to make any noise as they listened in.

"Look, if it makes you feel any better I'll just tell him we're nothing more than friends and to keep it at that, but I can't just cut people out of my life like that...alright?"

An audible groan left everyone's mouth hearing that, startling you and Wally both. Silly host, how can you be so blind to love?

Looks like the dear reader doesn't understand just how much everyone loves them yet! Personally I don't think any of them would be the type to hurt you or others EXCEPT for Wally. I think they would probably just try to shower you with their love to make you like them more...however, if you are straying too far from them they may need to find a way to make you a permanent resident at the house, just not at your house. They've got a nice place just for you back Home.

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pearl484-blog · 8 months

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I've been reading a bunch of advice on writing accommodations for disabilities (Replay has a disabled character with mobility issues which I am not as familiar as I'd like with) and I have a question/complaint.

Where are the descriptions of the accommodations that are half-assing it or don't work all the time?

For reference, I have autism. One of the things that I need is a quiet area when I'm becoming over-stimulated.

Usually, I use bathrooms. They're almost always available, always seperate from social areas, often have small areas where you can put boundaries between yourself and others, and usually quiet. Take me somewhere and the first thing on my agenda is "where's the bathroom?"

However, at my psychiatric work facility, we have special quiet rooms where you can relax and chill out in the quiet away from people. These quiet rooms have a lot of variety, and I can tell from a 2 minute inspection which ones are terrible and which ones are ones I'd like.

Like yeah, the quiet room is nice, but the walls echo every sound, the floor is waaay too hard and unforgiving, and it always smells like bleach. That's not a good quiet room.

They are all technically accommodations though, and part of me wants to know what would make someone with other disabilities go: "I can see whst you're doing. I can see that you're TRYING to help, and that's....sweet, but in all actuality, your accommodation sucks."

Yet at the same time, I see all these posts about good accommodations and how they'd benefit tons of people and that feels me with joy so I feel like crap wanting to be like: "yeah, being accommodated is great, but what's one way people accommodate you that just irks you?" Because I can see the strength and hope that arises from these posts. I can feel that in myself.

Yet I can't help but crave not just stories or descriptions of good accommodations, but stories where people are trying, earnestly trying to be good and help. They put braille on things. They have elevators you can always get to. They allow written OR spoken communication, but they fuck up.

The braille never cleaned and somehow always sticky or covered in...stuff. You don't wanna know, and you'd rather just clean it up than find out. The elevators janky and always stops either RIGHT above or RIGHT below the floor it's stopping on, so you either have to drop down or fight to bounce over that edge EVERY SINGLE TIME. And yes, written is accepted, but while you're writing, the conversation always keeps going so you're forever either behind or forced to confine yourself to gestures and short sentences.

Yes, it's accomodated, but it's not a great accommodation. So, does the character suck it up and deal with it, or complain about the little things that suck but they can live with? Do they try to fix the accommodations? Is there a point where those tiny stressers make them snap?

Are they resentful of these accommodations because they're not what they're used to? Are they grateful because its better than what they had? Do others notice the issues with the accommodations? Who are they and why?

What happens when an accomodation fails? How does the character react? How do the people around him react? Is the failure clearly visible to those uneducated in this accommodation? If it's not, do they assume the character is making it up? If so, why?

#autism #disability #disabled #accommodation #disabilties #disability aids #disability accommodations #complaining

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incorrectbatfam · 1 year

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Got any Carrie Kelly headcanons? She is such an underrated Robin

For those of you who are new here, Carrie Kelley is technically the third Robin after Jason. She's had a couple of cameos across different universes (like as Damian's acting teacher), but the majority of her appearances are confined to Frank Miller's The Dark Knight Returns where she is a 13-year-old girl who takes up the Robin mantle herself after an aging Bruce returns to the vigilante scene. Her canon sucks, but since I'm out here butchering the batfam anyway, I might as well revamp her characterization.

In regards to her place in the batfam, I think 13-14 is a good age for her because it helps fill in the gap between Tim/Duke and Damian, plus it adds balance because the rest of the girls skew older and it gives her more room for growth. Also 13 is prime Chaotic Weird Girl age and Carrie would absolutely be one

And I know she was briefly Batgirl in canon but can we also revamp that? There's a Batgirl void that she can totally fill but canon is like unseasoned boiled brussels sprouts. In my mind she's Batgirl but with a better costume, different mindset, and keeps her fun and distinct firecracker slingshot

Every time she goes shopping with Alfred, she comes back with another candlestick. She's up to ten now and they're all sitting in her room, fire hazards waiting to happen

She volunteers to help with the kindergarten and she's really good with kids... when she's not acting like one herself. She comes home after the first day with finger paint all over her face

A carjacker tries to break into the Batmobile and she just walks up to them like "Excuse me that's not yours"

She always keeps the dictionary up on her phone in the unlikely event she needs to prove to someone that contranyms are thing

She knows exactly what certain words mean, but pretends she doesn't and uses them wrong in the family groupchat because she knows Bruce will ask, which forces the other batkids to not only explain what a malewife is, but also correct Carrie by demonstrating how to use it correctly

She remembers every Taylor Swift song by heart and she's not ashamed

"Any pool is a public pool if you have the initiative," she says before selling wristbands for Bruce's pool

She gets the pets their own phones so she and Damian can text them throughout the day

She asks Bruce before taking any money, but the way she frames it is weird. For example, she'll ask him for a hundred bucks to buy some video games because that's the market price only to get them for $20 at a garage sale and spend the rest at on a really expensive burger

She's one of the privileged few to come across a person buying 300 watermelons in real life

Her invitations to hang out are like "Wanna come over? We can watch a movie or clean the Batcave, whatever works"

Damian is the "don't eat meat" type of environmentalist, but Carrie is the "I'll spam you with sad turtle pictures so you'll recycle plastic" type of environmentalist

She stocks up on Teen Spirit deodorant so she can say she smells like Teen Spirit

Her makeup skills are... not good. Jason mistook her for a Joker sidekick

She also snuck into Jason's phone and hid one of his Robin pics in his profile

She clips her nails during Bruce's briefings

Carrie and Duke go to the bookstore and see who can find the most Written By A Male Author book

She drinks water with a dash of olive oil

At galas she wears suit tops with skirts and light-up Sketchers

Carrie also doesn't care too much about gender or pronouns. She has a "she/they" pin on her backpack, but that's only 'cause she found it on a bathroom floor and liked the color

Her favorite nap spot is Bruce's favorite chair. It's a huge plush armchair and she's small enough to pass off as a cushion, so Bruce always has to double-check before sitting down

Carrie can read cues in other relationships, but not her own. After Kon offers to refill Tim's drink she's like "ooh he likes you" but when a kid at school gives her flowers on Valentine's day she's like "I think they were just being friendly"

She's the only Robin not to have dentists ask about broken or missing teeth

At a sleepover, she and a few other kids catfished someone on Hinge using a terrible teacher's picture

Her drawing skills are pretty good (not Damian level though) and one time when Dick was sad she drew him as the Dreamworks crescent moon kid

She's friends with the old lady that shops at Trader Joe's the same time she does every week

She puts all her phone calls on speaker. ALL. OF. THEM

She goes to Canada on a short mission and promises to bring back souvenirs. She brings bagged milk

#carrie kelley #robin #batgirl #batfamily #batfam #batgirls #batkids #batsiblings #batman #batman family #dc comics #headcanon

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bohemiandeer · 9 months

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Lifeweaver Headcanons Part 1: This man's fricking Home and living conditions.

Just, a couple o' headcanons I have on how this man lives. Don't mind me. I'm bored and going through brainrot rn, ANYWAY: ❧ At the Atlantic Arcology he actually lives in a modified greenhouse he more or less converted into an apartment where he usually does a majority of his research and biolight experimentation or just, hides out in periods when he needs to. But is usually very nomadic by nature, being prone to travelling out, usually on humanitarian aid runs on/off in between research periods when he starts feeling stifled from being confined to his residence for a long term period of time. Almost no one knows where on earth he even lives. He either never discloses his resident's location whatsoever or always gives false locations that change every single time he answers, if not a combination of both. For him to actually disclose the actual location to you is a MAJOR sign of trust in you on his part.

❧ Likes to collect and cultivate a variety of different plants and especially flowers that he regularly and religiously cares for, studies and documents down. To where a good chunk of his greenhouse's space is just, purely dedicated to his plants. Not to mention, he grows a majority of his own food. Also has one of the very few people he trusts enough at the Arcology come in to care for them in his absence.

❧Has a very strong penchant for collecting souveniers, souveniers from his travels pretty much everywhere, basically strewn around like shiny things in a Magpie nest. If they're not organized out on the bookshelf. He thinks it adds even more character to his living space. ❧ Detests Minimalist/Sleek Modern Day aesthetics with a passion, is very much a Maximalist in how he decorates his place. Not to mention since he doesn't really have much to spend on furniture to begin with, almost all his stuff is second hand or handmade.

❧ The actual living space of his residence looks like organized chaos in the most colourful way possible. He isn't so much of a slop as to end up on a TLC show but his living space is VERY, very disorganized. I'm talking Howl's Room from Howl's Moving Castle, but spread out all over the house as opposed to being contained to just one room. I'm talking about a place with the most random objects misplaced in the most out of pocket of places, especially his work tools. To where when someone visited him the one time they found his cordless soldering iron, in the fricking bathroom, and a misplaced spatula just, vibing in the fridge among his leftovers. More books OUT of his bookshelf and piled up on whatever nearest coffee table or surface area he just randomly put it down after he finished reading it, than IN the actual dang bookshelf. If anything the bookshelf's slowly getting repurposed as a souvenier display. Random piles of blankets and clothing piled up on the one side of the couch and the armchair he never really even uses. Unwashed dishes just, randomly left where he placed them and forgot about. ❧Also has a habit of leaving half finished projects everywhere including incomplete blueprints, WIP sculpting projects and half painted pottery he made for the plants just, all over the dang place. Not to mention, in regards to his actual research, a good chunk of his equipment everywhere.

❧Has a wooden board in his bedroom pinned up with photographs of friends, found family and places he visited, drawings and various little trinkets like pamphlets, travelling maps, postcards, letters, tickets, restaurant receipts, etc. That he has since dubbed his "wall of sentimentality". Namely because every single thing on that board is a piece of memorabilia of a memory and/or experience to him for him to look back to when he wants to remember moments that made him feel happy and are worth remembering. Has little to none in the way of photographs or any memorabilia whatsoever of his actual family, especially his parents. Pretty much no one both inside and outside of his house even knows what his family even looks like, that's how little in the way of a footprint he has on them. ❧The kitchen is the worst place in the house, largely because, growing up in a household where the kitchen was always tended to by house staff, he has no idea how on earth to properly tend to a kitchen, even as an adult. He tries to keep the actual part he cooks in as clean as possible because he's enough of a stickler for hygiene to know a unclean cooking space is where he doesn't want to make his food. But the rest is best described as a place of nightmares to most people who know how to tend to a kitchen just fine. A lot of people think he doesn't know dishwashers exists because the sink's the worst part of his house. It can't even be said that he presumably thinks the sink's just there for decoration because the sink itself is already partially a health hazard. Assuming a good chunk of his dish pantry isn't strewn all over the dang place in the rest of the house to begin with. ❧ Alot of people think he doesn't know how to use a laundry basket either and that the laundry basket is a decoration because he has more clothing dumped in the corner of his room, his bedroom chair and the aforementioned side of the couch and armchair, than he has in the laundry basket. ❧ Rarely makes his bed. Unless people come/stay over then he'd just, pull the blankets and covers over the thing. Doesn't see the point in it because he thinks it's gonna be reduced to a pile of blankets/covers either way.

❧Doesn't typically clean his place in the same way other people do for a variety of reasons. One being that he doesn't typically have the time, nor does he have the habit out of once again, having grown up in a house hold that routinely already did that FOR him. To where he just simply, forgets to clean up after himself, even in adulthood. But the main reason is simply that he just works best in a "disorganized" space, it gives him a sense of comfort to a degree and makes it feel like the space he inhabits is actually lived in.

❧ On a related note, is the kind of person who, where others see chaos, he sees an exact mental layout on where he put what and what he usually puts where. Even if they're not in the place they're actually supposed to be. To the point that if one were to move like, one object from where he placed it to where they think it's supposed to go, he'd immediately notice. God forbid someone cleans up his space and puts everything away because he will turn it into a cesspit of chaos again just trying to look for the thing he is looking for. Had this thing at the Academy too. He used to drive Satya NUTS in this regard.

❧ He keeps his biolight gear, including the petals, in a repurposed lab cabinet with a wooden stand in it that's security protected alongside the rest of his most vulnerable/important work. Anyway stay tuned for Part 2 of me rambling about my favourite gorgeous ass Pansexual Plant Pot of a Husbando.

#lifeweaver #overwatch #overwatch 2 #overwatch lifeweaver #overwatch 2 lifeweaver #niran pruksamanee #overwatch niran #ow2 #ow2 lifeweaver #ow #ow lifeweaver #overwatch niran pruksamanee #lifeweaver headcanons #lifeweaver hcs #overwatch headcanons #niran headcanons #my headcanons #headcanons #home headcanons

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romeulusroy · 1 month

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Imagine being Sam's twin with abilities of your own: Pt. 1

"Y/n, what's wrong?"

Sam knocked gently on the bathroom door. He tried to come in, but your back was against it. You couldn't open your eyes. You couldn't turn the light on. The man would be there, hanging from the pole above the tub. Swinging. Everything in your stomach churned. Dean whispered something to him, something you couldn't hear, but his tone sounded scared. "Can you tell us what's wrong?" You can barely say her name. You can barely say anything.

"Mom." You and Dean were finishing up at the bar when you saw her. She was so close to him, to you, you could smell the smoke. Her body was blackened by char. You're not even sure how you knew it was her, it was just a feeling. A recognition. "And Dad." He stood next to her, his coloring pale, wearing a look you couldn't quite discern. They held hands, finally together after so many years. Dean noticed your change in demeanor. You excused yourself, heading back to the room. You passed so many people. Overdoses and hit and run victims. A young man tried to stop you, talk to you, but when you turned around, you realized his lower jaw hung from his head. It had been blown off. You ran past Sam towards the bathroom and the hanged man. There was no escaping them.

"What are you talking about?" It happened before, when you were close to it, when Sam started having his episodes. You didn't realize at first, though. Some don't even look dead. A little girl on the side of the road. An elderly couple walking hand-in-hand. Even a dog barking at you, one your brothers didn't seem to notice. Then they became more gruesome. Someone severed in half crawling towards you. A woman begging for help, her face embedded in shattered glass. You tried to talk to them, to help, but the woman just kept screaming. It went away, but they always came back, the closer you got to the demon.

"I saw them. I keep seeing - they're all. . ." They followed you. Mom and Dad, that dog, where you went, so did they. New ones appeared, those confined to their towns and states, the places they died, but your loved ones, friends you lost, they followed you. You spent the last car ride praying. Praying the dead girl beside you would go away. She stared at you, touched you, sobbing, but her mouth had been sewed shut. You hadn't noticed you were back until Dean knocked on your window. You didn't look back behind you to see if she was still there. Her scratching at the glass was enough of a tell. "They're all dead, Sammy."

#god i love writing horror #ik its not a canon ability #but i like it #v sixth sense of them #sam winchester #sam winchester imagine #dean winchester #dean winchester imagine #supernatural #supernatural imagine #ennasfavorites #series

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lunargrapejuice · 10 months

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Fic Rec: https://www.tumblr.com/kaeffeinee/714268979420708864/h

Headcanons:

When he's too exhausted to braid his hair before bed Diluc wakes up in the morning with an absolutely unruly, tangled rat's nest of hair and every morning that happens he's basically stuck in his room for at least an hour brushing it out. He wishes he could have the nerve to just take the hairbrush and rip through it to get it sorted in 20 minutes or less, but he's sensitive to his hair being pulled and doesn't want to cause himself any undue pain. Plus, pulling his hair is your job 😏

Diluc smells like barbecued fruit. It's sweet but with a touch of char.

I think he gets sentimental sometimes and likes to look through old scrapbooks and family photo albums to see his dad playing with him and Kaeya when they were kids. He longs for those days.

Diluc would be a... complicated father. He'd be kind, of course, but how are you supposed to tell your kids that their father is essentially Mondstadt's Batman??? He'd try so hard to follow in his own father's footsteps; praising and training your children in all the ways of life and combat to make sure they can stay safe, should he ever fall himself, and making a point to keep his children as close to him as possible.

He'd relish at the thought of hearing little footsteps running through the dawn winery, but he'd also be scared to raise a child. He knows what lies in the darker parts of the world. He's quite sure he could protect his family from it, but what if he couldn't? What if he's wrong? He's hesitant to discuss a future he wants oh so badly, but with some reassurance to calm his anxieties, he's more than happy to raise some brats alongside you should you want them yourself.

Diluc feeds cats outside of his winery. He personally makes sure they always have some fresh fish/chicken/meat/eggs and clean water. Not only are they great pest control, but he can't help but absolutely adorable. He'll put on a macho façade if anyone asks about them, saying they're only for pest control, but somehow you can't help but wonder if he allows them to stay around for other reasons, especially when you come downstairs after a bath on a rainy night and find him sitting in front of the fire with a mother and her kittens all cuddled up in the warmth of his lap and purring their fuzzy little hearts out.

Diluc is absolutely a man who loves to cuddle. He won't be bold enough to ask for it often, and normally, he doesn't need to. All he does is hold out his arms with the expectation you'll fall right into him, and you do. He's so warm, and the muscle of his arms from wielding his claymore so often provides an irreplicably sturdy barrier from the cruelty of the outside world. The only downside is getting up in the morning. On days when Diluc doesn't need to wake up early, he likely won't let you go any time before at least noon. You're confined to the bed with him and stuck in his arms. Hungry? He'll summon Adelinde. Thirsty? The same. Sleepy? You're already in bed. You have work to do? It can wait. He'll only let you go if you need to use the bathroom, but even then, he's expecting you to come right back to bed for more snuggle time as soon as you're done.

If you don't have a cryo or hydro vision, hot summer nights are absolute HELL with this man. He's always running hot and loves to cuddle. The summer heat and his furnace of a body pressed right up against you has made some nights so unbearable that you've had to resort to sleeping on the couch in your shared bedroom. He's always rather saddened by it, but he understands why. He's sweating quite a bit from the heat as well.

When Diluc first starts catching feelings for you, he tries to brush it off as simply enjoying the presence of a friend, but the stutter in his voice, the tightness in his chest, and the red adorning his cheeks and ears when he sees you make those feelings hard to ignore. It's especially difficult by the time Kaeya catches on and uses every trick in the book to shove the two of you together. He'll even go as far as to enlist the help of Klee, Jean, and as many other Knights as it takes to get Diluc to come out of his shell for you. Kaeya also teases Diluc a great deal whenever he goes to drink at Angel's Share. He laughs up a storm whenever he sees Diluc's ears turn red every time he mentions your name. Diluc occasionally swaps out his wineglass for one filled with grape juice in revenge.

i know ive been hoarding this for myself for a while now hehe but im literally sobbing over him today & wanted to finally share MARSH PLEASE IVE BEEN JUST REREADING THIS SINCE YOU SENT IT I LOVE HIM & I ADORE YOU SO MUCH 😭💖🥺💖💖💖 thank you for sharing these with me🥺💖💗

#crying over dad!luv everyday of my life #why is he perfect #& not real 😭#garden-variety-skeleton #diluc #🌙asks

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practically-an-x-man · 3 months

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prompt "It’s like they said in Star War The Last Jedi: the past fucking sucks, dude…ignore that shit and get a lightsaber." :)

Oh, I can so hear Ophelia saying this...

____ Call it Even

Word Count: 1.6k Content Warnings: depictions of chronic pain/injury ____

It was a rough few days.

Her bad knee had flared up again, thanks to a risky maneuver out on the battlefield. As far as Ophelia could tell, there wouldn't be any lasting damage - not anything past what she was already used to dealing with, at least - but it left her in a lot of pain.

That meant a few things.

One, she couldn't move much. Her ventures peaked at hobbling from her lab to the bathroom and back a few times a day, and nothing more. Hell, Peter had even brought dinner into her lab so she wouldn't have to limp the thirty feet down the hall.

Two, she couldn't sleep. Ophelia had enough insomnia as it was, but the constant pain shredded what little desire to sleep still survived through that. She'd tried, once or twice, alongside a healthy dose of Nyquil, and even that only granted her a few restless hours and a pounding headache once she awoke.

And three, she was more than barred from hero work until the pain subsided. Motion wasn't as much an issue - her actuators would carry her wherever she needed or wanted to go - but the pain made it hard to focus. That would only end in her getting injured. Well, injured more.

So she sat at her desk and tinkered. It was infuriating. She had her machines, she had her music, her actuators brought her whatever parts she needed, but sometimes she did her best thinking by wandering the city.

Here, she couldn't so much as pace her lab for ideas. Ophelia was confined to her lab chair, her bad leg braced and propped on a stack of old machinery in front of her. Amadeus had come and gone throughout the day, and was currently curled up on a lab table while one of her actuators delicately stroked his back. Sometimes their gentleness surprised even her.

"Are you sure it's okay that I head out?" Peter asked, drawing her eyes up to the doorway. He was clad in his Spidey-suit, red Spandex hugging every slope of his body. His mask dangled loosely from one hand, giving her a full view of his mussed hair and concerned brown eyes.

"I'll be fine. Not like I'm doing anything different from what I've done all day," Ophelia responded with a shrug, "Besides, at least one of us should be out there. It's not like the villains are out taking a sick day."

"Yeah, but we could let the cops have this one."

She scoffed.

"Please. They're cops." she huffed, "At best the bad guys'll slip away. At worst, they'll do more harm than good. They always seem to. Never seem to realize there's a whole lot of problems that can't be resolved by the barrel of a gun."

"Yeah, but Ol's-"

"I'm fine, Pete. I promise. Go... do your thing. Protect the city and all that." Ophelia insisted, "And anyway, I'm safer in here than out there. I expect a very dull night."

"Hm. Alright, I guess." he agreed, albeit begrudgingly, and crossed the room to meet her at her desk. He reached to cup the back of her head, guiding her into a brief kiss. He pulled back a moment later, and nearly made it to the door before he turned again. "Hey, ah- set yourself a timer? So you don't stay up too late?"

"When did you become the responsible one?"

"Right about when I learned you'd blown yourself up by being sleep-deprived."

His delivery, delightfully dry, was enough to startle a sharp laugh out of her. Ophelia gave him a crooked grin.

"Fair enough," she said, already reaching for her phone, "There. Every half-hour until midnight."

"Thanks," Peter agreed, "Oh, and I already took care of Amadeus, so he should be fine for the night."

"Great. Oh- hey, I think we're almost out of litter, do you think you could swing by and pick some up if there's a place still open tonight?"

"What, and let the world know Spider-Man has a cat?" he fired back, grinning at her, "Sure. Are we still on Tidy Cats for him?"

"I dunno, I think he's been getting a reaction to it." Ophelia said with a frown, "I think the dust has been irritating his skin. Maybe try to find something all-natural?"

"On it." he said, giving her a brief nod as he pulled his mask on over his head, "Love you, Ol's. Don't stay up too late."

"Love you too. I'll do my best."

____

She stayed up too late.

It wasn't really her fault. Her alarm had gone off at midnight, and as promised she'd worked her way up to her feet and made her way back to the more domestic side of her apartment. She made a very pointed effort not to get lost in her projects as she so often did. She'd go to bed (and probably still be awake, but at least she'd be in bed and awake instead of surrounded by dangerous machinery), and eventually Peter would come back from his swing through the city and lay down beside her, and maybe she'd manage a few hours of sleep.

And then she tripped over Amadeus on the way to the bathroom.

It wasn't awful. The cat was startled but not hurt, and Ophelia managed to twist in a way that took the brunt of the fall on her hip rather than her knees or wrists or any other riskier areas. There were definitely worse ways to fall.

But it sent the pain sparking back to life, lightning bolts all up and down her leg. There was no way she'd find sleep with that agony in the way.

So, three ibuprofen and an ice pack later, she found herself back in her lab.

Just an hour, she told herself. One more hour for the ibuprofen to kick in and the pain to die down, and then she'd get back to bed. And she'd be more careful this time.

But she'd forgotten to set a timer, and then she'd just... gotten lost.

She didn't realize Peter had come home until there was a gentle hand sliding over her shoulders. Ophelia jolted once, started from her focused near-trance, but relaxed as she realized who it was.

"I thought you set a timer."

"I did. Then I fell in the hallway, and..." she trailed off with a shrug, "Anyway, I wasn't getting back to sleep. Sorry."

As she tuned back into the world around her, she realized a few things. One, that the pain in her knee had indeed lessened, down to the same low ache she'd grown used to over the past few days. Two, she had to pee so badly it almost hurt, and she wished she'd remembered to set a timer to take care of that sooner. And three, it was rapidly nearing four in the morning. Much, much later than she meant to be up.

"You fell?"

"Tripped over the cat. I'm alright. So's Amadeus. It's fine."

"Hm." Peter replied, clearly not quite satisfied by her answer, but apparently decided to move on, "What's that you're working on?"

"Oh, uh-" she started, holding up the slim object in her hand, "It's a little like a lightsaber. Still in its early stages, though."

She pressed a button on the side of it, and colorless light arced down the metal rod. Ophelia stretched to grab a piece of scrap metal from the far corner of her desk, and pressed the rod against it. In moments, it had bored a hole straight through.

"Not bad, right?" she said with a grin, shutting the device off and setting it on her desk, "Figured it was about time I started playing with fire again. It's like they said in Star Wars: The Last Jedi: the past fucking sucks, dude… ignore that shit and get a lightsaber."

"And that's Ophelia's four-AM voice, which means it's time to go to bed," Peter decided, though she could hear him stifling laughter as he offered her a hand, "C'mon, Ol's, you can finish in the morning. I'll help you up."

She obliged and took his hand, and he very carefully helped her up to her feet. Once she was up, he shifted his grip to weave his arm around her waist, taking some of her weight off her bad leg.

"Are you hurt at all?" Ophelia found herself asking, even as they hobbled their way out of her lab. Amadeus followed, attempting to weave between their legs like he usually did, but Peter gently rerouted him with one foot. He seemed to process her question a moment later, and shook his head.

"I was careful."

"You say that like I'm not careful."

"No, no- I just- I was more careful tonight since you weren't there, alright?" he stammered, "That's what I mean."

"Good save, Parker."

"I'm serious!"

He started guiding her towards the bedroom, but Ophelia shook her head.

"Bathroom first. I have to pee."

"Alright. I need the first-aid kit anyway."

"I thought you said you weren't injured!" she blurted, suddenly twisting to look him over. Peter lifted his free hand, trying to wave her away.

"No, I- I'm fine, it's just a scratch, I'm just gonna wrap it up so I don't get blood on the sheets before it heals over."

"A scratch is an injury. Did you sleep through health class in elementary school or something?"

"C'mon, Ol's, with my healing-"

"I asked if you were hurt and you said no!"

"Yeah, well, you told me you set a timer for when you'd go to bed!" he shot back, though there was no venom in his voice. He nudged her shoulder, only hard enough to make his point without knocking her off-balance. He was awfully good at that. "Call it even?"

"Fine." she agreed, "Call it even."

#autistic ophelia supremacy fr #my friends!!!#answered asks #my ocs #ophelia octavius #amadeus the cat #oneshot #ficlet #peter parker #tasm peter parker #spiderman no way home #oc x canon

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Hi, Phoneix king Ozai! If somehow Zuko gives you freedom, what will you do? Will you try to usurp the throne ? Or will you try to make the world a better place with the help of the avatar (or atleast try to help the fire nation(For that you should become Zuko's minister)) ? Or will you try to have some daddy-daughter time with your daughters? Or Will you try impress your excess wife? Or will you decide to have a brand new family? .....

How will you try to spend your time ????

-From your foreverloyalist

It makes very little sense to think about that possibility, even as a fantasy. I am not delusional yet and the soup may have cactus juice in it, but not that much. Zuko's reign is already fragile enough with me and Azula still alive. And that fragility has forced him to resort to one of the oldest strategies in populism: blaming the previous government. That is, me. Zuko cannot afford to free me even if I could solve all of the nation's problems. (And I can, but Zuko insists on making things harder than they have to be with that human rights nonsense. They're going to eat him alive).

But let's pretend for a moment that Zuko one day hits his head and starts making good decisions like getting me out of here: he would still be forced to confine me to house arrest for the rest of my life (where I would at least have access to a bathroom and a bed, although probably not to better food, Zuko is determined that only I eat this soup) or banish me. He can't afford the luxury of freeing me or many people would try to organize a coup. Even the worst idiot knows this, so there's no way Zuko doesn't know it.

But let's continue developing the fantasy and say that he somehow decides that it is best to banish me. I think the first thing I would do is trying to get Azula out of the madhouse. (If she hasn't escaped yet, the information on this is very confusing). Although it would be very difficult to achieve. Freeing Azula is the one thing Zuko would never do, because everyone would prefer Azula on the throne instead of him. The people would prefer Azula. The court would prefer Azula. Even Zuko would prefer Azula. My son makes very bad decisions, but I want to believe that he is not self destructive on purpose.

Which would leave me with only one purpose in life: to do whatever it takes to get my firebending back.

When Zhao returned from his year-long stay with the giant owl he told me that on the island where Iroh killed the last dragon, people have secrets about healing and firebending (in the case of anything Zhao said back then could be trusted, I don't forget that he came back convinced that destroying the moon was a good idea). Unlike Iroh and my father, I never believed much in the importance of spirituality. But my will and perseverance have always been made of steel. I was the best firebender in the world not only because of the power I was born with, but also because of the strength of my character.

You mentioned my wife (Because Ursa is my wife, no matter how many playthings she has. We don't have divorces here like the savages from the Earth Kingdom) and my second daughter (Because it's absurdly obvious that the child is mine no matter how much Ursa insists she's a bastard. She melted a huge steel door, for Agni's sake. What even is wrong with Ursa). It's not a bad idea to take them with me on my quest to recover my bending, after throwing Ikea off the balcony. It would save time, since they would eventually return to my side anyway. Kiyi has immense potential that should not be wasted making wooden swords with Ikea. Most likely I would have to kidnap them, however, but they would get over it. And then it would be possible to get Azula out of the madhouse.

We would give Zuko a taste of his own soup medicine.

#But again Zuko isn't that selfless #Note: when I said kidnapping I meant only Ursa #I'm fairly certain the child would go with me willingly #No one being raised by Ikea would waste the chance of running away #Zuko would be so ashamed of himself that he would plan his own coup #ask ozai #Ozai #Zuko #Kiyi #Azula #Ursa #urzai #atla #avatar the last airbender

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Laura lets out a sound of relief when the warm water sprays over her body.

While nothing in comparison to her home waters, its always a blessing to experience the relatively simple joys of life. She was denied them for so long, and while the last six years of Travis’s life have been a nightmare, Laura’s have been something of a surreal dream.

(cut for sex shenanigans/dirty talk)

Being free of Eliza’s captivity has been so liberating. Not being confined to her tank – being allowed to walk, to run! Eliza had forced her to choose land at her First Embarkment, recognizing the functionality of it, but whenever she didn’t need Laura to do hard labor for her on land, she found herself trapped in a dank tank of her home waters.

Sure, Eliza did spells to keep the water as clean as possible, but facts were facts – Laura was trapped in a stagnant mockery of her home. Trapped and witnessed by random strangers who thought her a mere fun freakshow attraction.

None of them seemed to care about her sadness. None of them seemed to recognize that what they were seeing was real. She was merely an oddity to them. Silas was much the same – it was how and why they bonded.

He too, benefitted from the six years of freedom. But when Laura found the cure he was just as eager as she was to make it happen. He often spoke of ‘the girl with the kind eyes who saved him.'

Kaylee, no doubt, and Laura doesn’t know how to break it to Travis that she’s relatively sure her brother has a crush on his niece…

What, with Eliza dead and gone – with her unable to continue performing the age retention spell – Laura and Silas will no doubt finally begin to age naturally. So, while Silas is too young for Kaylee now…

Again. Not something Laura is ready to tackle, and as she ducks her head under the warm spray of water she hears the bathroom door open and close.

Blinking water out of her eyes, she’s just about to call out to Travis questioningly only for him to open the shower door.

To open it and climb inside behind her.

Nude.

He’s nude!

Laura only catches enough glimpses of his flesh to confirm that fact before she directs her full attention on the shower wall before her, cheeks aflame, “Um? What?”

It’s inelegant, but it’s asked.

Travis chuckles, “Should I go?”

“Uh, I-?”

“Or would you like me to stay?” It’s whispered huskily against her right ear and Laura goes rigid, an unfamiliar throbbing suddenly forming in the pit of her stomach.

His voice…

His actions…

So different from the Travis she remembers, but exciting nonetheless as she swallows thickly and shakes her head, “Ah, no? I…I’d-? Y-you can stay. If you want?”

“Oh.” His breath on her skin is so hot, “I want.”

His hands suddenly rest themselves fully on her hips, long thick fingers and big palms encompassing them before carefully soaring upwards. Laura's nipples immediately tighten and she whimpers, waiting for them to touch there, for him to cup her breasts.

But he doesn't. Instead his hands stroke up her ribcage, fingers tracing circles beneath her armpits before soaring back down again. He continues these up and down torturous motions for a few moments before she finally gasps, "What are you-?"

"Remember what I promised you?" He kisses the right side of her neck, "Nothing but pleasure."

Laura moans, her head tipping back and she can feel the back of her wet scalp brush against his skin. His hands still haven't gone where she wants them though and something she does or some sound she makes must signal him into that as he laughs, "Are you sure you're ready for more?"

"Travis, please..."

"Fuck." He sighs the word like he hates it, "I wish I didn't love the sound of you begging so much..."

Her head cranes back enough that he can kiss her, open mouthed and wet, his tongue surging deep and she's helpless, only able to answer. His hands still don't go to her breasts though, oh no - they're much more wicked.

Instead one of them curls around towards the front of her legs, seeking fingertips dipping unashamedly into her aching cunt. Laura, not expecting this, makes a startled sound within their meeting mouths, a sharp intake of air and a tight moan.

Travis smiles, not answering as his fingers just...trail delicately through her moist folds, gently stroking them, the broad pad of his thumb rubbing across her clit in a back and forth motion that makes her knees tremble.

His name comes from her lungs as if it's been tightly squeezed out, a compression of sound and he kisses her again before speaking, voice gravel, "Have you ever done this before? Touched yourself here?"

Laura shakes her head and he frowns at the very idea. She whispers, "I'm not-? When I was allowed on land, I never had time to-?"

"What about in the water? Are you able to-?"

"I told you," her voice comes in shaky gasps, "We mate on land."

Travis hums 'such a shame' even as he continues to thrill her with his intimate touch, with his words, "I'm sorry, Laura. You were supposed to be my first - but after I forgot you, I didn't know any better. Those others - they didn't matter. I didn't love them. But I did learn from them..."

One fingertip teases around her entrance, dipping in and out of her channel with tantalizingly sporadic movements, each time she thinks it's going to thrust up into her deeper, it doesn't, making her feel like she's going crazy.

Laura's barely been touched for years. No hugs, no hand holding, not even handshakes and now this! It's overwhelming and beautiful and fantastic, but he has to do more and fast and soon or she'll kill him!

More laughter fills her ears and she realizes she must have said some of that out loud as he croons softly, "Patience, patience..."

Her answer to that is to reach her own hands back behind her, to reach for him. To find his hips and his ass and try to draw him closer to her, get their bodies to touch better, but with a little misdirection she clearly hits something she shouldn't as he hisses in pain, withdrawing from her entirely.

Laura spins around to face him, worry coloring her expression and he looks sheepish as he admits, "Um, oh yeah. Totally forgot your brother tore my back to shreds."

Laura's hands rise up above her nose, the classic 'oh no!' gesture even as he continues, "I guess between the adrenaline and the cold, I forgot."

"I...I could help." Laura admits and looks at him shyly, "You did say you wanted to hear me sing..."

Intrigued, Travis nods and Laura begins to sing...the words wash over him, warm and soothing, and the sharp stinging he feels all along his back slowly disappears.

Suddenly he feels so good, whole and healthy and then the song draws to a stunning close. He blinks owlishly a couple of times and, curious, he reaches behind to feel his lower back.

The marks are gone, the wounds healed, and Laura gives him a little smile, "They weren't too deep, so-?"

"That's amazing!" He breathes and then an old memory crops up, "Hey! You could have done that back when I was twelve and scraped my knee when I fell off my bike!"

Laura looks startled for a moment and then laughs brightly, "You fell off your bike ALL the time! It was an important lesson for you to learn - you were terrible at bike safety!"

"Oh, like you were so much better, Ms. Let-Me-Sit-On-The-Handle-Bars!"

"I never fell and scrapped my knee." She points out airily, as if this fact wins the argument. All it does is make him grin, a realization coming to him, "No, you never scrapped your knee, but there are other things you've also never done...things I'm going to teach you..."

The air in the room is once more thick with tension and Laura swallows thickly as Travis suddenly reaches down and takes a hold of himself.

Laura can't help but let her gaze drop, can't help but watch as he wraps one hand around his length. She's actually seen his cock before - back when they were randy teenagers the desire to see and touch too much for either of them to ignore.

He'd always only contented himself to her breasts, so much so that she still misses the feel of it and had thought for sure that's where he would start instead of, well, where he did start.

For her part, she'd been more exploratory. Hence having seen his cock, albeit never touching it, because he'd always warned it would be too much for him.

Apparently it's not now.

Now it seems he has stamina or strength of will, or something else that allows him to openly stroke himself in front of her, not missing a best.

The sight makes her shiver and she wishes she could replace his hand with one of her own. But would she even be able to wrap her fingers entirely around all of him?

...Laura doesn't remember him being so thick. So big.

And his grip pulls back to the base as he mummers, "Here, let me show you something..."

He edges closer to her and then, very carefully, he slides his length along her folds. Laura gasps, reaching out to grip his shoulders hard and his smile just grows, as he does the same movement.

The head of his cock, the shaft, they tease against her lower lips, in and out, a gentle stroking and she whimpers at the feel, confused and aroused and he comes closer to her to whisper, "This is close to what it will be like...except I'm going to push myself up inside of you."

The sound Laura releases is obscene and he said he likes her begging and she's more than ready to beg, his teasing driving her to the point of break.

Her legs wobble and suddenly Travis releases himself, reaching for her to keep her upright as he asks, "Are you ready?"

Laura manages a nod and he lets out a soft, 'okay' before turning off the shower and opening the door, "Then follow me."

She does.

#hackearney #travis x laura #the quarry #my writing #fin

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