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itadorey · 5 months

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𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓— gojo satoru

pairing: gojo satoru x gn reader summary: rumor has it you're dating gojo satoru genre: fluff, friends to lovers, misunderstandings, humor(?) notes: i just think he's the type of dude to do this, sort of an au bc geto never goes rogue. HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOJO !! wc: ~1.8k

"hey, wanna go get lunch?"

you come to a stop when you hear a low voice, turning around just in time to see gojo approach you. his hair is styled, you note, white strands falling gracefully and framing his face in a way that you haven't seen since the two of you were in high school. his usual blindfold is nowhere to be seen, and your eyebrows furrow slightly when you notice a new pair of sunglasses perched on the slope of his nose.

"what?"

"do you want to join me for lunch?" he asks, leaning against the wall as you glance at the time on your phone. you tuck it back into your pocket before looking at the folder in your hand, turning to glance in the direction of your office before giving gojo a nod.

"sure! just let me drop this off in my office, yeah?" you say, smiling when he nods in agreement. "i'll be quick and on the way back i'll stop and ask shoko if she wants to join us."

you whirl back around to make your way to your office, only to be stopped when gojo clears his throat.

"actually, i meant you," he begins, shoulders tense as he motions to you with his hand before pointing to himself. "and me. just us getting lunch at that cafe you really like."

"oh! okay, yeah that sounds good," you chirp, feeling slightly confused as you give him a little thumbs up. he relaxes at your words, nodding slightly as he watches you. "i'll be right back and than we can head out!"

gojo's eyes never leave your form as you disappear down the walkway, and he takes a few deep breathes before turning around and slipping his phone out of his pocket before sending a text to shoko and suguru.

satoru: they said yes.

lunch at the cafe ends with you and gojo meeting up at the end of the day and getting dinner as well. it isn't until you're out of breath, laughing way too hard over a silly story gojo shares with you, that you realize that the two of you haven't hung out together in a long time.

high school is probably the last time you can recall going out with gojo alone. the difference in your skill levels meant that the two of you didn't really cross paths after graduating, especially with the way that gojo always seemed to be sent out on mission after mission by the higher ups. any and all hangouts were usually coordinated by shoko or suguru, and most of the time gojo wasn't able to have a full conversation with you due to having to take care of a more-than-tipsy suguru.

you can't help but focus on the way your heart seems to ache with longing as you watch gojo laugh along with you, and it's in that moment that you realize that you've missed the teasing, smug boy that you knew well before life became just a little bit more cruel. the way he looks at you after your laughter dies down makes you wonder if he missed you as well.

"here's your check!"

"oh, thank you," you say to the waiter, reaching over to grab the slim book. gojo's hand intercepts your path, snatching the check presents away before you can even attempt to stop him. "hey!"

"dinner's on me," he says with a grin, sliding his card into the clear sleeve before handing it back to the waiter. your eyes remain locked on gojo even as the waiter walks away, a scowl on your face as you stare him down.

"you paid for lunch," you state, your eyes darting down to his lips when they pull up into a slight smirk.

"yeah."

"so dinner was supposed to be on me," you argue, clamping your mouth shut when the waiter returns with gojo's card. he takes it from him with a smile, messily signing the receipt before sliding out of his seat. his lips part into a handsome grin as he holds an arm out to you, eyes sparkling as he waits for you to link your arm with his. you rise from your seat reluctantly, gingerly slipping your hand into the crook of his elbow and letting him lead you outside.

it isn't until he's holding the door open for you, watching as you cross the threshold, that he finally speaks once more, tilting his face down to let you catch a glimpse of the teasing glint in his eye.

"besides, what kind of date would i be if i let you pay?"

gojo seems to become a permanent fixture in your life after your shared lunch and dinner.

you can't find it in yourself to complain about the new development, especially not when you're standing in your kitchen and you feel gojo's hand press against your lower back as he squeezes past you, giving you a soft smile as he tries to steal a bite of whatever you're cooking. those nights usually end with you swatting at him until you push him out of the kitchen, rolling your eyes and ignoring the way your heart lurches when he wraps his arms around you in a loose hug in an attempt to tug you along with him.

hangouts with shoko and suguru also become more common, and the four of you often find yourselves meeting up for drinks or a movie night, sometimes joined by nanami when he deigns to grace you with his presence. it's during these times that your emotions get the best of you, seeing everyone talking and laughing so happily that it almost feels like nothing ever went wrong. like amanai riko and fushiguro toji never happened.

and when gojo notices your sudden quietness and wordlessly wraps an arm around your shoulders to tuck you close to his side, you feel yourself falling just a little bit more for the white-haired sorcerer.

you're not surprised to find out that somewhere along the way, you've fallen for gojo satoru. a part of you believes that it was inevitable; he's always shone so brightly, drawing people in regardless of whether or not they're aware of the fact. you just happen to be the latest victim.

although your heart yearns to be closer to him, you know that you're content with being nothing more than friends. satoru is someone who is easy to admire, and you're all too happy to admire from a distance, content to bask in the tenderness that accompanies every friendly moment you've shared with him thus far. his status as a special grade sorcerer also takes up a large portion his life, and you fear that attempting to be anything more than friends with him would only end in you being a distraction.

but that all changes three months after the dinner with satoru that started it all.

"you're both late."

"sorry about that!" you apologize, giving shoko a sheepish smile as you slide into the seat satoru had pulled out for you. his knee bumps against your thigh as he takes his own seat, and you feel your smile grow a little wider when he leaves it resting against your own.

"what? were the two of you too busy making out in his car or something?" suguru chimes in, stifling a laugh when he sees your eyes go wide. you don't get the chance to respond as the waiter approaches, and you're saved the embarrassment of attempting to stutter out your drink order when satoru butts in and says it for you.

suguru wiggles his eyebrows playfully as you give him a flat look, and your mild annoyance dissipated when you feel satoru take your hand in his as he begins to play with your fingers. easy conversation begins to flow, and before you know it, you're enjoying your favorite drink and teasing suguru for the things he drunkenly did at your last get-together.

"so," shoko begins once there's a lull in the conversation, eyes glinting mischievously as she lets her gaze flit between you and satoru. "now that it's been a couple months i gotta say, i didn't think satoru would ever actually work up the courage to ask you out to lunch."

"what do you mean?" you ask, missing the way satoru's hand freezes against yours.

"i just didn't think he'd actually go through with it," shoko says with a shrug. "but i gotta say, i'm glad the two of you are dating. you both seem a lot happier lately and it's nice to see."

"dating?" you ask, tensing up at her words. the entire table seems to freeze at your question, and you're met with confused expressions from everyone as you glance around the table.

"yeah," shoko answers cautiously, sharing a bewildered look with suguru.

"what?" you ask dumbly, blinking slowly before turning to satoru just in time to see him nodding. "since when."

"since," shoko says, pulling out her phone and scrolling through some messages. she hums when she finds what she's looking for, turning the screen to show you a message from satoru three months back saying "they said yes". "three months ago according to this text."

"what?" you repeat, shaking your head lightly to try and gather your thoughts.

"yeah," satoru says quietly, a soft laugh leaving his lips as he lets go of your hand. "i asked you out on a date."

"no, you didn't," you say in response, turning your body to face him.

"yes, i did," he insists, running a hand through his hair before pointing to shoko's phone. "three months ago. lunch at the cafe, remember?"

"you asked me to eat lunch with you. you never said it was a date!"

"oh, i didn't?" he asks, head tilting slightly to the side as he tries to remember.

"no!"

"oops!"

"what do you mean 'oops!'," you hiss, leaning back in your seat as you cross your arms. "this entire time i've been dealing with my feelings for you only to find out that you've been telling people we've been together this entire time!"

"well is it too late to ask you to accept all our hangouts these past few months as dates?" he asks cheekily, grinning at your confession. you huff at his words, softening slightly when he leans forward to rest his head against your shoulder. "please?"

"fine," you mutter, squeaking when he leans up to press a kiss to your cheek. the laughs from shoko and suguru remind you that the two of you aren't alone, and you feel your cheeks heat up when the realization that they've witnessed everything hits.

"well," you start, raising your gaze to finally address shoko's original comment about your (new?) relationship. your breath catches in your throat when satoru lifts your joined hands, pressing a kiss to your knuckles and earning a smug smile from suguru. "i gotta say, i'm also very glad that the two of us are dating."

satoru snorts at your words, and you roll your eyes as he lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around you. his gaze doesn't leave you as he speaks, even though his words are also in response to shoko.

"yeah, i'm definitely happier."

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sunghoonnsupremacy · 2 months

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✮ DRUNK HABITS.

- bff!yang jungwon x bff!reader

- genre : a little bit of smut

- warnings : making out, fingering, mentions of drinking, alot of cussing and dirtytalk, reader is reffered to as slut & good girl.

- wordcount : 591

- a/n : this wasn't supposed to get so long but i was horny and tired so here we are (wrote this under 20 minutes, not proofread)

jungwons lips slide over yours for the tenth time the past minute as the light smell of grape flavoured soju lingers in both of your breaths. his hand slowly leaves your thigh, moving towards your clothed core. your breath hitches in your throat, taking a break from kissing him. "can i?" his eyes don't leave yours when his hand begins caressing your upper thigh. you nod, too scared your voice will betray you. he clicks his tongue and pinches your thigh softly, receiving a whimper from you.

he holds you by your waist, bringing you to sit on his lap as he whispers in your ear. "words, y/n. tell me you want this." you mentally curse at yourself for falling apart so easily but you find the courage to reply. "please.. wonie. I want it." muttering a praise, jungwons lips find yours again as right his index and middle finger circle your clit through your panties that are exposed by your short mini skirt. you try to kiss back but with the pressure on your bundle of nerves, it's hard.

his fingers slide your panties to the side and rub against your opening, collecting the layer of slick covering it. you bite your lip in order to conceal your moans when he slowly presses one of his fingers inside and lays you down on the couch, hovering over you. his eyes bore into yours when his finger reaches deep inside your cunt. "think you can take another one, baby?"

you nod but he immediately slows his pace, sighing. "use your fucking words or this won't continue." feeling you clench at his dirty talk, he chuckles and continues his torturingly slow pace. "I-I can take it. please just- let me cum." jungwon smirks and adds his middle finger inside you, speeding up.

you can already hear the wet noises coming from your cunt, making you moan even louder. he adds a finger without informing you, erupting a loud moan from your throat. "fuck- wonie!" he slams them inside repeatedly, his dick getting hard at your constant clenching around his slim fingers. seeing you're close to your orgasm, he begins rubbing your clit with his thumb. you yelp, coming undone on his fingers. jungwon keeps going till your legs shake- your cum coating his fingers. he pulls them out after a few minutes, groaning at the amount of cum.

"didn't think you were such a slut, y/n. letting your own bestfriend finger fuck you while drunk?" he scoffs, gripping you by your chin and forcing you to open your mouth, slamming his fingers inside. "taste so good, right? might have to stuff my fingers inside you more often." you slurp up all your juices, looking up at him with a fucked out look in your eyes. jungwon removes his fingers when he feels they're all clean and pats your cheek softly.

"good girl." you could practically feel yourself getting wet at that- or was it just the soju? he wipes you clean with a tissue and lays down beside you, wrapping a arm around your waist and laying you on top of him. "I'll give you head if you buy me food next time." you let out a breathy sigh, laying your head on his chest.

he rolls his eyes and squeezes your waist. "you'll be sucking me off without me buying you food, trust me." you look up at him with a challenging smirk. "yeah? we'll see about that." he smirks back at you, running his fingers through your hair. "challenge accepted, baby."

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whosjunglejim4322 · 1 year

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Saccharine - E.M

Warnings ® smut! Fluff, soft bf Eddie<3, first time sex as a couple! Nasty IN LOVE smut bc this bitch is a hopeless romantic! Eddie is super sensitive, Established relationship, you stroke his dick, Eddie almost cums in his pants, lil bit of dry humping, this is incredibly self indulgent but u didn't hear that from me, overly descriptive bc why not

You shouldn't be nervous, really. It's just Eddie, who is your boyfriend of three months and twenty-six days. Who is sitting across from you on his creaky mattress criss-cross style, your knees touching. Your Eddie, who has two big hands flailing in the air as he goes on about the recent campaign, broad mouth etched into a whimsical smile, big eyes wondrous and full of excitement for the tale.

The bed bounces with his enthusiasm, and you draw closer to him with each syllable.

Your Eddie, who is doing nothing out of the ordinary, and who is as beautiful as ever in loose fitting plaid pyjama bottoms and a tattered black tee that exposes half of his collarbone and smudges of black ink - he doesn't even have to try, and perhaps these simple mundane realizations are what cause the flutter of wings in the pit of your stomach.

"And then Mike - hey, you okay?"

If it weren't for his vast change in expression, you truly wouldn't have realized what a trance you're in. Between the furrow of his unkempt brows and the amused but curious tilt at the corner of his mouth, you come back to earth. The weight of gravity settles in your bone marrow, as his calloused thumb quickly strokes your chin as if to remind you he is still here.

"I - yeah yeah, sorry I just," you grab his hand by the heaviness of his wrist, dragging it into your lap so you can stroke the back of his rough knuckles. "got distracted s'all."

Your eyes divert to where your fingers are joined and the sound of his airy, through-the-nose chuckle has more heat blossoming behind your ribcage, nudging at your organs.

"I'll stop with the D&D talk, know you hear enough about it from the kids. There's only so much dorkiness you should be subjected to, y'know?"

It's lighthearted, he's smirking and looking down at you with enough palpable fondness the apples of your cheeks feel like they're being stroked by a flame. Still, the implication that he may be bothering you in any way has an urgency filling your eyes. You shake your head.

"No, no that never bothers me Eds, don't be silly." The nickname makes his mouth dry, still, after three months and twenty-six days. You finally meet his glance. "You're just handsome, really handsome especially when you're talking about something you're passionate about and I just...yeah."

It's word vomit, messy and you feel like it makes no sense but then he squeezes your hand and you know that he reads between the nervous mumbo jumbo - you have no clue how you make him feel, do you?

"You're fucking cute." He breathes out earnestly, smoothing his grip upwards to your forearms and pulling you forward with minimal effort - right onto the stirdiness of his lap.

Your giddiness is the perfect portrait, your arms finding a resting place atop his broad shoulders. Curls tickle the tops of your arms and your wrists, and your thighs brace your frame by the slim of his taut waist. He can't help it, the giggles escaping his throat. The proximity is intoxicating for no reason at all.

"Can't believe this is our first time spending the night together, I'm so used to falling asleep on the phone with you that it really doesn't feel all that different." He smooths your hair out of your eyes, tucks it behind your left ear.

I get to touch her like this, he thinks to himself. His chest jostles underneath the muscle and bone.

"Yeah, except I get to fall asleep with you'n my arms, wake up with you in em' too. I'm one lucky son of a bitch, hmm?"

He's practically thinking out loud, but he's too far gone to feel shame. When you nuzzle your face against the warm nook of his neck, wet lips smiling against the flesh, his encapsulating arms squeeze you impossibly tighter. He buries his nose against the top of your head, inhaling the fresh scent of your shampoo. Your cheek grazes the side of his jaw as you meet him face to face, nose to nose.

He sees you trying to formulate words, a sentence, even a sound but none of it seems like a totally accurate way to express the adoration threatening to consume you from the inside out. You graze his cheek with your mouth, slowly, tentatively, and he hangs on with half an air full of lungs.

You suckle his bottom lip and he sighs into your mouth, the relief making him lightheaded. He kicks into gear and pushes back with an overlap of his mouth - hands wandering over the small of your back, to your soft lovehandles and upwards until his fingrtips have passed your jugular and he's holding your face as tenderly as you're holding his.

It's now, when you feel it - the growing firmness beneath he thin material of his bottoms. He tries to keep it at bay but it's damn near impossible, and the whimper, the fucking whimper you let out when his soft tongue touches yours from the warm cavern of your mouth - he couldn't stop it from twitching even if he wanted to. He's only a man.

And you're a menace. As new as this is, your body reacts to the prod in between your legs, underneath your crotch. You press yourself tighter to his frame, hips scooching against his hard-on in the process and he stiffens.

"Mmm, baby baby..." your pout is immediate when he breaks from your mouth, brows furrowed and lips a kiss bitten fuschia. For a moment, you think you've taken it too far too fast - he's stopped you from moving completely. Your whole body burns with a tingly sensation somewhere between shame and the aftershocks of arousal.

"Are you...are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

You sound so sweet, it makes his lower belly ache among other things. He stifles a laugh brcause he knows it will only make you feel worse. Something wrong. Something wrong.

"Fuck no, I-sorry I just uh...almost..." He can't bring himself to say it, you guys haven't even been kissing for five whole minutes and here he is about to blow his load. When you realize how close his dark lashes are from kissing his cheeks, how his pupils have almost turned the whole of his irises onyx, you connect the dots.

Woah, you did that to him? That moth in your belly threatens to take flight, and without much thought, your mouth is moving before you can stop it.

"I wanna see."

Those are the only words your brain allows you to spit out. His chest has gone still, and you feel that twitch against your center again. Your thighs have begun to tremble.

"You wanna see...? My cock?" He shouldn't sound so incredulous. You're his girlfriend for christ's sake, but you are important to him. More important than he ever thought anyone could be, and so he has kept his lust at a minimum of 48% when he's around you for the most part. Save for intense makeout sessions.

"Yeah, I wanna...well I wanna know how to make you feel good."

He's worried for a moment that he's having another wet dream, but he's sure this is real life because he feels how warm you are against him and you are so close he can see his own reflection in your eyes. You toy with the shell of his ear and a chill ascends his spine.

"Sweetheart if you touch me m'not gonna last long." His skin is pink and scarlet, and he's gotten at least ten degrees hotter judging by the heat billowing off of the back of his neck. His adams apple bobs when he swallows.

"That's okay, really it is. You have nothing to be embarrassed about....I like it. Like that I make you feel that way. " You rake your fingers through the front of his hair, pushing it away from his pretty face. He checks your eyes again, needing confirmation.

"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything you don't want to." He gnaws on the inside of his plush mouth, tries to calm the animal inside of him that wants to fuck your brains out right now. He almost feels guilty just thinking about it, until you lean over to peck the side of his stubbly chin, fingertips grazing his taut belly.

"Yes, really wanna."

There is a curious, nervous anticipation in the crinkle underneath your eyes.

"Kay' baby, explore all you want." The boyish smirk he gives is enough to have that knee buckling tingling sensation coming back full force as he presents himself to you like this. Does he seem as pulled together and totally not overly nervous as he thinks he does? Probably not.

His arms depart from your body, ribs expanding as he reclines on his palms. Tendons flex and stretch underneath the black bats and fuzzy layer of hair atop his forearm. You swallow, intimidated by the beauty of the boy.

You find the courage to finally move off of his lap so that you can take him all in, and the bulge of his cock swipes the underside of your thigh as you slide off.

You don't know where to touch first. That's a lie, your hands almost instinctively slip underneath the hem of his old shirt, where that dark thatch of hair trails under his belly button. He's soft, so soft it's unreal, he is velvet and delicious scarring and beauty marks. His tummy convulses underneath your hand.

He watches you with complete fixation. You have your bottom lip tucked between your teeth and you don't even realize it, all perched and pretty in front of him. He closes his eyes when you explore his sides, over the planes and arches and past the small stretch marks by his chest.

You can't ignore it anymore, the tent that has formed at his crotch and continues to throb with each passing touch.

The blunt of your nails rake down the soft plaid covering thick thighs, and he takes this sharp breath that has you glancing up at him with heavy eyes.

"So pretty...Eds you're so pretty." You say it ardently, your voice small and weak. An arm reaches down, strong but gentle as he strokes the back of your plush cheek with his ring covered knuckles.

"Can't fucking believe...can't believe you're mine, finally. Shit." He's almost murmuring to himself again, on the verge of cardiac arrest. Maybe he's losing his mind, maybe this is heaven.

Then your palm presses against the thick of his cock where it's bulging out, and his thighs spasm.

"Oh, oh." He's all curses and praises, giving you encouraging glances each time you look up at him to silently ask for guidance. You move your hand up and down what you assume is his shaft, and he keeps his hips from bucking into your touch. He feels thick, and the back of your mouth starts to water.

Without warning you're hooking your fingers into his waistband, and he lifts his hips in compliance so that you can pull them down to his mid thigh. He has no time for nerves anymore. Any fear he previously had about what his dick looks like, or what you'll think of it, is stripped along with his clothing. You're looking at him with too much love for him to be insecure - and that takes him by surprise the most.

At this point his checkered boxers are just in the way, and you take it upon yourself to pull those down too. A thud hits his belly.

And really, you should've known. He's big. Not because he's impossibly long, his size is above average but he's thick - the tip iridescent with precum, the same shade of plum as his lips underneath the slick sheen. He is slightly curved upwards, a prominent vein decorating the underside parallel to his frenulum. It's pretty, just like the rest of him. He's neatly trimmed, which is the most surprising part if you're honest - but nothing about Eddie could ever be displeasing to look at.

Your mouth is parted with this expression of surprise, and Eddie almost can't believe what this is doing for his ego.

"Woah." Is all you say, transfixed when you reach out to grasp the appendage. He hisses through his teeth when your small hand finally grasps it, so fucking warm and so gentle it's almost maddening. You both feel it, the invisible weight that has settled in his small, messy room.

The weight of being alone, together, all night and all of tomorrow afternoon while his uncle Wayne is away on a business trip that is probably more lucrative than what he leads on - but Wayne has never been one to boast or speak about things like that out loud. Says it'll jinx the whole thing.

The feeling hits you first, as you find this foreign courage to lean over and dribble spit over the slit of his cock. He gasps, watching the glob of saliva drip down the front of his dick till it's soaking into the curls at his pubic mound.

"Is this okay?" You already know the answer but you ask anyways, taking more pride than you should at the expression on the pretty metalheads face. He nods his head fervently, unable to respond right away.

You twist your palm, spreading your spit further until his whole head is covered and you're able to stroke him with no resistance.

"Fuuuck, yes. Yeah, that's so good baby." He's panting as you begin to properly jerk the tip of him off, the sounds in the room too lewd for you to handle. A squelchy feeling has developed between your thighs, led by each filthy groan that leaves your boyfriend's throat.

Then you're looking at him through fluttery lashes and a gone expression, with your chest rising and falling almost as rapidly as his and thick fingers grasp your wrist quickly, rougher than anticipated.

"Sorry, just - close."

Seeing his hand blanket yours over his cock is doing something to you. You know his palms like your own, hold them more than you look at your own, and yet right now such a sweet thing has never been more provocative.

"Shh, no more apologizing," you lean over and he meets you in the middle. The kiss is sloppy this time, evidence of the maddening desire taking him over from the inside out.

"Not fair," his voice is strained through your mouths ministrations. "Got me all worked up and you're sitting there neglected." He smiles and his tongue strokes your bottom lip. You shudder as that heat comes in an overwhelming wave.

He's gripping the back of your neck now, properly hungry and your hand continues its ministrations between your bodies, that wet sound prompting a shared groan from the both of you - intensifying the feeling. His nose is scrunched against your cheek from the vigour of his kisses.

"You can undress me."

He doesn't waste time once you've granted him verbal permission, and with an exhale you're being tipped over onto your back, breathing in the weight of him as nimble and eager fingers pull his tee shirt over and off your body.

"Jesus," He whines, and you're captivated by the look on his face. It's impossible not to feel flustered.

"Can I-" you don't let him finish.

"Yes, please touch me." You're just as fucked as he is, arching your chest upwards and into the warm, all encompassing mass of his palm. He stifles a groan, cock bobbing up and down in the space between you two, dribbling with a bead of pre arousal. You feel like you're losing your mind.

Eddie short circuits for about five whole seconds flat, and he can't concentrate. He makes a bee - line to your chest, plush lips sucking your swollen nipples into his mouth. A gasp and a pulse of your poor clit later, and your fingers delve into his curls like they'll keep you here in this moment forever.

He's sloppy, moving between the valley of your breasts to the other one, leaving trails of spit across your flesh.

"Eddie, that - that feels so good, can't - mmph." You're a mess. How are you such a mess? He's a phantom, a head of hair across your sternum until he glances up at you with saliva soaked lips and red cheeks and a sweaty forehead.

"Sweet girl, oh god I can't believe..." All you taste is him, the words being uttered between the space when he forces himself to breathe. "can't believe you're all mine, wanna make you feel so fucking good. Give you anythin' you want."

He lies his full weight on you, and through the thin sleeping shorts you've got on, his cock beckons you with throbs and weeps. You feel drunk off of him, every sense surrounded by Eddie. Eddie. Eddie.

His shampoo from two days ago, the old spice lingering under his arms, the natural scent of his skin, the sweetness of his breath and the perspiration that's formed in little beads on his upper lip. He's all but devouring you, lust and admiration for the angel beneath him taking over any sense of importance regarding anything else.

Your heels dig into the back of his bum, knees pulling inward so that his hips come clashing into yours. Your fingernails claw on the material covering his back, taking it upon themselves to pull it over his head. He's beaming like a kid in a candy store at your eagerness, eyes all crinkly underneath.

"Want me to grab a rubber now?" He mumbles between the sloppy kisses, hoping you can't hear the hitch in his throat at the prospect of this finally happening.

"Mhmm, yes." It feels just as surreal for you.

He whines as he departs, reaching over across your head to pull open his bedside drawer and ungracefully tear open the new box of condoms. His eyebrows are furrowed, arms flexing with intensity from his excitement. He groans out of frustration, and you giggle, grasping his thick forearm.

"Let me help baby." You reach in the drawer for him and pull the box out, finishing the rip he'd made and pulling out a metallic row of squares. You tear one at the perforation and hand it to him, grinning at the entire situation. He huffs and rests his forehead between the valley of your breasts.

"What would I do without you?" He mutters, matching your expression when he lifts his head back up and pushes forward to kiss you on the tip of your nose.

"Not have sex, I suppose." You bite back with no hint of malice, only an insurmountable level of love and he sees it shimmering everywhere around you. His girl. His.

"You're somethin' else, sweetheart." He mouths the side of your face, across your jaw and underneath your ear.

You feel like you're in a psychological limbo, in a world between consciousness as he sits back on his haunches and lifts his shirt off of his body from the back of his collar. That may be a dramatic sentiment to many, but it's fitting.

He does it so casually, throws his shirt to the side with the rest of discarded clothing and stray items that live on his bedroom floor. You feel weak in the knees when he tears the condom package and pulls out the slippery rubber, unraveling it before bringing it down to his cock.

You watch his face the way his pink tongue darts out and nips the tip of his tongue, brows furrowed in concentration and arousal as he fits the condom down his thick shaft. You watch his biceps twist, his taut abdomen clench, the black ink coming alive with the ministrations of his muscles underneath.

When he meets your eyes again, you look completely overtaken with desire, eyelids heavy and breath bated. Your pebbled nipples stand at full attention, mimicking his dick and Eddie hooks his fingers underneath those infuriatingly sexy shorts of yours so that he can get rid of them.

You're not wearing underwear. Of course you aren't. Your entire existence is specifically designed to test the bounds of his composure, of his strength. The gold room lighting from his lamp illuminates your body and your shy thighs only part when he's placing his palms between them, slowly encouraging them to allow him a peek or two.

You reach out to stroke his arms as he separates your legs, his jaw hanging ever so slack, cock twitching just a few centimeters away from your opening.

"Fucking hell...you're so goddamn pretty." He strains, swallowing hard as he touches you with hesitant hands, as if he's scared to break you. Your hips lift, just enough to make contact with the tip of his dick and you whine. It's a sound so sweet he almost whimpers himself.

"Please, Eds. I want you inside of me. Please."

His stomach tightens and he crawls over you once again, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

He maintains eye contact, breath fanning your mouth as he slips an arm between your bodies and grips his shaft, lining it up with your entrance. Your thighs lift towards your chest, ankles stationed at his waist, and you feel the welcome intrusion of his tip as it passes your slick labia.

You both take a breath in, your fingers needing a vice and moving to the back of his neck as he pivots his hips forward and slips himself into the tightness of your cunt. The stretch causes you to hiss, both in pleasure and pain.

"You okay? Let me know if I need to stop." He grunts, kissing your chin.

"M'okay, don't you dare stop."

His eyelids flutter in tandem with yours, a choked moan leaving his throat as he continues to push himself in, till he's nudging against the soft roundness of your cervix and his balls are resting against your ass.

It feels right. Having him this deep, this close.

You shudder nuzzling your face against the bicep that holds him up. You kiss the skin there and he groans, dragging himself back out and then back in. Your whole body jostles with the movement.

"Jesus Christ, how do you feel s'fucking good? I don't - I can't, fuck." He's a slur of words, beginning to form a steady rhythm. Your moans are more like squeaks the faster he goes, increasing the lewd, sticky sounds between your legs that squelch with each drag and pull of his cock.

"Eddie...E-eddie." Your words are hiccuped from the impact, his hair dangling in your face, tickling your cheeks. His belly is pressed right against yours, the curls at the mound of his pelvis pressed against yours. He lets out this pained sound and goes to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"My name, fuck say it again. Say it again." It's muffled but you can hear it right underneath your ear, his lips a soft vibration against your flesh. You feel so full, it's hard to speak at all. To say anything other than his name. So you recite it like it's the only words you know.

"Eddie Eddie Eddie Eddie." They're all punctuated with a whimper that starts from your diaphragm and crawls it's way out of your throat, pistoned by his hips and their grueling ministrations. Skin against skin can be heard from down the park, you're convinced, with how he's fucking you.

Eddie is fucking you. Your boyfriend, Eddie, is fucking you.

"Ohhhh, god, please." You cry out, heels digging into his back, hands splayed across the broad expanse of his shoulder blades. Every breath that passes his lips is followed by a grunt, a groan, a sound that is so close to agony and even closer to toe curling pleasure.

Each stroke of his cock inside of you feels like a pull into his being, and you get frustrated with the fact that you can't see his face, tugging at the back of his neck.

When you look up at the boy above you, reality, for once, feels like the most beautiful thing you've ever endured.

He's flushed, all sweat and shades of pink and red. His eyes are glassy, mirroring yours in the way that it almost looks like he could shed a tear. You move his sticky bangs from his forehead and Eddie is sucker punched in the gut with a wave of adoration.

"Oh, sweetheart," he leans down, slowing his thrusts so that he can kiss you steadily, purposefully. Somehow he feels deeper this way impossibly so, and he nips your bottom lip when you flutter around him. "didn't mean to...to not show you attention m'sorry, just...you feel so good. S'like heaven."

He's half sober half drunk on your pussy and it's so fucking endearing. Neither of you can make out a coherent sentence.

"Keep - keep going, just like that, ohhh." You glance down between your bodies and somewhere behind your organs a warmth, teetering unbearable, flutters throughout your limbs. His arms shake with the fight to hold himself up, until he doesn't anymore, and slips his hands underneath you till they're sandwiched between the mattress and your back. Snug, safe, he engulfs you.

His thrusts are deep and slow now, meaningful instead of mindless bunny fucking. Which, he's not opposed to, but you're you. He wants to fuck you like he might not ever get the chance to again.

"I love you, I love you." He whimpers against the crook of your shoulder. You hold him with the same ferocity that he's holding you, staring up at the ceiling and the stars that blanket your vision instead of the fan above.

"I love you too, fuck, Eddie."

He makes this noise, it's almost pathetic. Petulant. That coil holding you tight, snaps and all at once you're gasping, thighs a deadly grip around his waist.

"Cu-Cumming, I'm cumming." Your walls flex and spasm around his length and Eddie thinks he might pass out. You're still twitching and whining his name with his balls are emptying, when he's spurting into the condom, nudging your cervix.

"Fuck, fuck just like tha- ohhh fuck." He thrusts like he's fucking his cum into you, like he's filling your womb up and making you his forever. He made you cum. He's never felt this high before, and he's a fucking drug dealer.

It's a mixture of panting and the thud of your shared heartbeat for what feels like eternity and one split second. You feel his lips peppering soft, gentle kisses along your jugular, and your fingers trace lines up and down his warm back as his cock softens inside of you.

He rubs his cheek against you, and your fingers pull his hair away from his pretty face. He's looking at you with so much love you could burst again.

"I love you so much." He speaks tenderly, softly, for once. It's scary and breathtaking all at once. The tip of his nose rubs yours, your smiles a reflection of the other.

"I love you too, Munson."

And you do. You really fucking do.

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huskersbooze · 2 months

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Bambi

Alastor x Reader

Summary : Alastor returns from his outing one day, finding a guest lying on the floor, unconscious, in front of the Hazbin Hotel. Untrue to Alastor fashion, scaring most of the staff members, he decides to keep the fascinating creature in his broadcasting studio, and when she wakes up, she's forgotten everything, even her name. And when Alastor starts calling her nicknames in the mean time, he accidentally gives her one that she ends up growing attached to..

Warnings : N/A

Pairing : Alastor x F!Reader (Gn!Reader here, M!Reader here)

Additional tags : Fluff(?), mentions of amnesia, Alastor actually being nice?!

Word count : 1.06k

“Wonderful, just wonderful! You’re awake!”

A staticky voice drew you out of your thoughts. Surprised, you snapped your neck towards the sound, and a rather tall and slim figure was right at your face.

“Charming, I haven’t seen you around here before!”

You flinch as the figure leans closer, causing them to back away slightly.

“Who.. who are you?”

“Pleasure to meet you, dear, just a pleasure! I'm Alastor, the Radio Demon. And who might you be?"

"I..” You reply. “I don't know."

He seems taken aback by your response slightly, but his smile doesn't falter. Instead he cocks his head to the side and blinks at you.

"What's your name?"

You stay quiet for a while until you give an uncertain head tilt back to him.

"I don't know.."

The grin still very much glued to his face, he leaned a bit closer to you, voice dropping to a more hushed tone.

"Darling, you don't remember your name, or you don't know your name?"

"I.. I don't remember." You fight the urge to start fidgeting with your hands, looking down to the ground as your memories become a hazy blur.

"You don't remember? Your name? Anything?"

"No.."

He doesn't seem to let his bright smile falter at that, although his expression shifts slightly towards curiosity.

"Quite the fascinating creature you are." He blinks a couple of times before he shifts to lean against what seemed to be a broadcasting panel, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Intriguing, really. Do you know what happened to your memory?"

"No.. not really."

"Well, that's unfortunate." The Radio Demon lets out a chuckle, static still laced in his laugh. "It seems you're in a bit of a dilemma, aren't you, Bambi?"

"Bambi.. I like it." You reply.

"Pardon me?" He raises his eyebrow at you, surprised at your statement.

"Bambi. I like the sound of that."

He laughs, a smile sounding from him again. There was something so unsettling yet alluring about him.

"That is rather fitting, I suppose. Bambi.. it's not a bad name." He thinks for a few seconds, stroking his chin as he considers. "And I suppose I'll need something to refer to you if you're staying. It fits you.."

"Staying?"

"Where do you think you are right now, darling? You certainly didn't expect me to leave you out there with your memories wiped with nowhere to go?"

"I.."

"Surely you hoped to stay for accommodation and basic necessities?" The Radio Demon asks, curiosity glinting in his eyes. "You've lost your memory after all, have you not?"

"Yes.." You hesitantly replied. Sure, you've lost your memory, but you weren't stupid enough to follow a random Radio Demon around without knowing him.

"I don't bite, Bambi. I can guarantee everyone at the hotel will treat you with the respect you deserve. And if they don't, all you need to do is let me know and I'll handle them for you."

"Hotel?"

"My, my, you really are a clueless little deer." Alastor uses a cane-typed staff to ruffle your hair. “So fragile and just the cutest little thing.”

“Thank.. you?”

Alastor tilts his head to the side curiously.

"It seems as if my teasing isn't upsetting you. How strange." He merely comments. “Oh, to understand your lost little mind.”

You carefully scan the room. It seemed to be a broadcasting studio, the room simply in red. Totally wasn’t sinister at all.

“So, what do you say, Bambi? We wouldn't mind providing you with all the necessities you need for now.”

“Necessities?”

Alastor chuckles again.

"Like, a bed, for example! Or, oh, I'm sure you'd want new clothes as well, right? And... if that's not enough, we do serve breakfast the next day. If you want food, that is..."

“Jambalaya..” You mutter, mostly to yourself as you’re lightly lost in thought.

Alastor’s grin widens a little, his ears perking slightly at the sudden mention of his favourite food.

"I can't say that I was expecting that, but... yes, we actually do have jambalaya on the menu for lunch. How'd you know that?"

“Oh, sorry.. I was just talking to myself. It’s my favourite food.” You stifle a blush as you let out an embarrassed smile.

“Ah, so you do remember some things, Bambi.” He raises his voice in curiosity, walking towards a trapdoor in the floor. “Come along, dear, let’s bring you to Charlie.”

“Charlie?”

“The owner of the hotel, and also the Princess of Hell.”

“We’re in hell?”

Alastor stops in his tracks as the two of you reach the hallways, finally out of Alastor’s broadcasting tower.

“After our whole conversation, you just noticed?”

“I.. I suppose so.”

“Oh, dear, you really are just one mysterious creature, aren't you? To think you just appeared here, with no memories of yourself, of the world, and even what you're doing here in Hell. You are truly fascinating..”

Alastor smirks, speaking in a lower voice. “Charlie will be delighted to have you here.”

After introductions and such, Charlie settles you into the room next to Alastor’s, opposite of Angel Dust, and introduces you to all the staff.

“So.. who are ya’ exactly?” The white spider raises a hand, slouching on the couch with a grey cat beside him.

“This is our new guest!” Charlie introduces. “Alastor found her unconscious and offered to let her stay.”

“That doesn’t really answer the question, princess.” The grey cat speaks up, seemingly bored from the unoriginality of these introductions.

“Well, Husker, our little friend here has lost her memories.” Alastor speaks up from beside you, ruffling your hair with his staff-cane-thing once more. You still couldn’t make out what it was really supposed to be.

“Lost her memories?” Vaggie is the one to speak up this time.

“Indeed. It seems our dear friend doesn't even remember her own name, let alone anything else.”

“Then what a’ we s’posed to refer to her as?” Angel questions.

“You could call me Bambi..” You mutter softly, gaze glued to your own feet.

“Works for me.” Husk shrugs.

“Sure.” Angel replies.

Vaggie and Niffty nods.

You feel the static beside you grow a bit louder, and as you shift your gaze, you see Alastor keeping his composure with his backs behind his back, his eyes on you as he gives you a soft, and genuine smile.

“You’re going to love it here, Bambi.” He says.

———/ End. /———

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thxmanix · 11 months

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Ah.

How did you get here?

Well, not that you're complaining though.

Heavy breaths. Panting. Skin glistering from sweating and the atmosphere was hot and heated. The sounds of skin slapping on one another. Sweet little moans that escaped your lips.

How did you manage to get here though? One moment they're home, the next thing you knew was their body pressing yours against the wall. Lips roughly on yours felt desperate and more needy than usual. And one of their hands just gropes one of the sides of your breasts and lightly squeezes them while the other is making its way down to your wet core.

That's probably why you were sprawled onto the bed. Legs spread out wide for them to take a good look at that pretty little tight cunt of yours. Their lips licked for a bit before eating you out like a starved beast ravaging their food deliciously.

Maybe they had a rough day? Who knows.

Oh those sweet little moans you'd make every time they flicked their tongue against your clit upward is just music to their ears. Their long and thick/slim fingers just pumping and curling in your pussy in and out is just pure bliss for you to handle. Your legs twitched under their touch so easily and moaning their name out loud so lewdly its embarrassing but the pleasure they gave says otherwise. It's just too much for you to handle. And it's cute to see how sensitive you were to them.

"Come on, that's right. Does it feel good? Oh I bet it does darling."

"Thaat's right. Keep moaning out my name baby. I wanna hear those sweet little noises you make."

"Dear, look at me, please? Good girl. You've been obedient for some time now aren't you? I'll give you a reward. How does that sound?"

Your whimpering just makes them riled up and they start fingering you like crazy. Cock aching and leaking precum in their tight boxers while sucking your clit and you'd just babble incoherent words and how good they made you feel. The feeling in your stomach was building up just snapped and you moaned loudly while your warm gummy walls just came and squirted on his fingers as he rode your orgasm out, licking and sucking up all the juices you made.

Good girl.

Oh but it isn't over yet. Did you think it was?

He immediately went up to kiss your lips roughly, tasting yourself from his mouth as his hands tracing across your breast and squeezing them lightly before pulling away and taking off their boxers, revealing their massive and girthy cock with leaking precum that had you drooling a bit and he smirked before whispering down against your ear.

"Do you want my cock? Do you see how it's aching for that sweet tight wet hole of yours? You can take it whole right? I know you can."

He placed a small kiss at the sides of your temple before pumping his cock and teasingly dragging across your glistering pussy. You let out a soft whimper and he smirked before roughly slamming his dick right inside in you making you moan in pleasure. He started out by moving slowly as you were adjusting yourself with that massive length of his for a few moments before he started moving slightly faster.

"See? I know you can take it. Take it like a good girl you are."

Skin slapping can be heard across the room and your cute little moans just make him want to go faster and deeper in you. And so he can't help himself and rammed his thick cock inside and hit the deepest parts in you over and over again. Gripping the sheets at the side of your head and his other hand making its way down to flick your clit again making you whimper and your toes curling with pleasure.

Oh god the tip of his length just felt so good in you. Hitting up against your cervix ungodly amount of times. His breath is getting heavy as well as his grunts and groans. After a few deep thrusts in you, he finally snapped his hips stuttering and came right inside you. Filling your womb with his seed and not pulling it out until it's buried deep inside you.

"...You can go another round right baby? I'm not finished yet."

Oh boy it's going to be a long night for you.

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causeilikelix · 4 months

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always thinking abt thigh riding with (dom)felix 😭 like his deep ass voice saying degrading and teasing things omg 🧎‍♀️

UGHH yes please I need. He's got such great thighs dlsfkjsdljk

Like it would probably start off innocently enough. He's a sweetheart, as we all know, but that's definitely NOT what he's like when he gets horny.

SMUT under the cut. Minors DNI!

WARNINGS: Hard!Dom Felix (I think?), afab reader, thigh riding, one ass slap, name calling (slut, princess, baby, things of that nature), dacryphilia (?), orgasm denial (?), teeny bit over overstimulation, actions take place in a public place but no one gets caught

Like, maybe you came to visit him at the studio one night because he's practicing late. He's got a concert coming up and he has to practice his solo stage! But he works so hard.

You'd bring him coffee and a snack and you'd just stare at him while he ate. He's all sweaty and his hair is sticking to his face and it's just... so hot (I'm a Black Hair Felix supremacist so that's what I'm imaging lol)

Before you know it, you're crawling over to him and capturing his lips in a kiss. You don't even care that he tastes like coffee and sweat. He grunts into the kiss but kisses you back before you know it.

"Missed me much?" Felix chuckles

"So much." you press warm kisses down his neck.

"Why don't you show me then?" Felix's deep, tired voice made you throb.

You crawl into his lap and he spreads his legs to accommodate you. Your knees on either side of his slim waist, his hands on your ass, the heavy breathing while you make out. It's not long before you're grinding down on his clothed cock.

He shouldn't be so surprised that you want him, he's basically wearing lingerie. Gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Fuck, you want to stain them so that he's reminded of you every time he looks at them for the rest of the night.

"Get on my thigh, princess," Felix commands as if he can hear your thoughts. You follow his wishes and straddle one of his thighs. He pushes your skirt up and tsks at you. "You didn't come here just to bring me food, did you? What kind of slut wears this sorry excuse for underwear to the studio?"

Felix tugs at the flimsy thong that does almost nothing to cover you. you moan when the elastic snaps against your skin.

"Ride my thigh, princess. Prove that your slutty hole deserves my cock." Felix grips your hips and shoves your core onto his thigh.

You start moving instantly. The fabric of his sweatpants creates a warm friction that shoots up into your core. You moan as you work your core along his thigh. He grips your hips tightly and leans his head back to watch you lose yourself.

"Fuck, baby, this must have been what you wanted the whole time. Can't go a single night without thinking about my cock in you?" Felix chides. You shake your head, barely able to form a coherent thought. Pleasure sparks through your body with every grind. Your core clenches around nothing.

You whine and work yourself harder against him.

"There's absolutely nothing in your little brain right now except wanting to cum. You must want my cock that badly, huh?" Felix muses. His eyes are dark and hooded as he watches you shake above him.

"Want your cock!" you cry, burying your face in his neck as you get closer and closer to your high.

"Make yourself cum on my thigh first, princess, then maybe I'll consider giving your slutty hole what it wants, yeah? Gotta make sure my cocksleeve is wet enough to take me." Felix rasps in your ear. He palms himself through his sweats in order to get a little more worked up.

"W-wet enough! Want your cock now!" You beg wetly against his ear, pressing kisses on his favorite spot to try and entice him.

"You sure are soaking through my sweatpants, babe," Felix chuckles darkly, "Maybe I should make you stop. Keep you empty and desperate while I practice a little more."

"No!" Tears pricked at your eyes at the thought of stopping. You worked yourself harder against him to urge your high to come quicker. "Please! Need you, baby, need to cum for you."

"Need me? Desperate slut." Felix landed a stinging slap to your ass. He rubbed his palm over the red mark soothingly. "Should I make you stop? Dance a little more and watch you touch yourself? Do you think you could cum without me?"

"No! No I can't cum without you." You sobbed into his neck. He gripped your hips to work you against him harder. "Wanna come for you, just you! Want you to fill my holes all the time."

"That's right, princess, you can only cum with my help. Your little brain is just waiting for me to tell you to cum, that's why you can't now." Felix chides.

It's true. You can taste your orgasm in the back of your throat. Your stomach senses it approaching. Your thighs shudder with anticipation. But you can't fall over the edge. There's something holding you back.

"Please, please can I cum!"

"Fine. Cum on my thigh, princess, make a mess."

That's all it takes. Your thighs clamp around his and you let out a keening moan. Felix forces you to keep grinding on his thigh despite the bite of overstimulation. Your high washes over your body, making you shake in Felix's hold.

After a few minutes, your high wanes and you slump against his chest. Your breath heaves as you try to get some much needed oxygen from your pussy to your brain. Felix gently rubs your back and pulls your skirt back down to offer you some decency. He presses soft kisses on your cheek and neck wherever he can reach.

"Feel better?"

"Still want your cock," you mumble into his neck.

"Yeah? Then ride me, baby."

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aniismydaddy · 12 days

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Tinkering- James Kelly

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! smut, cheating, unprotected piv, semi-public, f receiving oral, slut shaming pairing: neighbor!James Kelly x fem!reader summary: you're home from college for the summer, but that doesn't mean the fun has to end. a/n: enjoy & happy birthday hayden!!

summers, you dreaded the summers in your hometown. None of your college age friends were there and your parents, when they weren't working or arguing, paid you no attention. You looked for attention and fun anywhere you could find it and well, James, your married next-door neighbor wasn't exempt. When he wasn't bent over under the hood of someone's car, he was outside dragging a cigarette and checking you out... he was anything but inconspicuous.

The one night you actually have plans in your shithole hometown, the obvious happens. "Fuck!" you yell as you turn the key in your car, and it doesn't start. You hop out and slam the door angrily, stuck at home again for another night. "Just my fucking luck." you hiss before leaning over the hood of your car.

James was outside having his normal evening cigarette drag when you yelled, and he decided to come take a look. On his way over, he took a careful mental note of the scenery, young twenty-something girl, shortest sage green dress known to man, black lace thong begging to be ripped off, and a body that was sure to turn heads. "Won't start?" he asked taking a long look at you up and down.

You look up frustrated, but also nervous. "Of course he had to fucking be outside, great! At least I look hot though." you think to yourself. You'd spent days checking James out from your bedroom window or the front porch, and he was HOT too, dark hair, blue eyes you've been dying to get lost in, slim build, but definitely got a bit of muscle under those button-up shirts and tank tops, and a face that you'd never forget.

"Hello?" he asked, waving his hand in front of your face. A small mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as you stood there watching him and mute. "Won't start?"

"Oh... uh no it won't. I'm on my way to a party, well... I was and then my car wouldn't start, so yeah" you sigh deeply. "I never have car problems and of course on the one day I'm supposed to leave this shitty town and have some fun, I can't."

James lets out a small chuckle "I could take a look at it if you want me to... could be something quick that'll get you to your party tonight... No charge." he offers as he grinds his cigarette out on the asphalt with his shoe.

"You're gonna look at my car? and for free?" you ask, cutting your eyes at him. "What's the catch?"

"The catch?" he says feigning ignorance. "No catch sweetheart, I fix your car because I like fixing cars, and you get to your party, which I can tell must be pretty important by the choice of attire." he teases manipulatively while looking you up and down.

You pull down your dress in a poor attempt to make it longer, not realizing how revealing your outfit is until he mentioned it. "Uh... yeah sure... you can take a look at it" you reply coyly. You watch as James heads into his garage to grab some tools and return. You watch as he pops the hood and starts poking all around your car, or at least that's what it looked like to you, you don't know a single thing about cars, but how to drive them.

"Well, bad news sweetheart, you're not gonna make it to your party tonight, but I can get it fixed for you tomorrow." He says as he shuts the hood of your car. "I'll start early so I'll be done in time in case you have plans." He says eyeing you once more.

You sigh deeply "Thanks, that'll be fine." You part ways with him for the night and retreat into the house. The next morning you decide to sleep in, since your car wasn't working, and you can't go but so far anyway. After a shower and breakfast, you decide to walk over to James' garage and check on your car. "Making progress?" you ask curiously.

James looked up at you from under the hood of your car. You were dressed in short black shorts and a tight cropped shirt. "You always dress like that?" he asks feigning concern.

You look down at your outfit choice. It was particularly hot that day, so you didn't see the issue in your clothes. "Dress like what? It's like 100 degrees out here" you say slightly annoyed.

James chuckles softly "Do you always dress in something short and tight... is that like your thing or are you trying to tempt me" he says, his eyes never leaving the task at hand.

You feel your stomach start to do backflips at his words. He was hot and he knew you thought so too. "Both, if you're into that." you say trying to sound calm, though you liked to know he paid attention to you.

James stops and looks up at you "I'm a married man princess." he says while wiping his hands on one of the shop rags.

You huff, taking the shot you had been dying for. "I see you checking me out on my morning jogs or whenever we're both outside for that matter, so don't play that "married man" card with me." You fold your arms as you wait for his response.

James laughs while continuing to survey you. "Bold. I like bold, and I said that I'm married, not that I'm faithful." he smirks as he cutely taps your nose.

You feel the lump in your throat grow at his admission. Married, hot, and willing to cheat? it's not something you've tried before, but you're definitely into it. "So then why are you married if you're just gonna cheat on her?" you ask, though you don't give a damn, you just wanna sound less like a shit young slut.

"Do you really give a damn? or is this one of those conversations that's supposed to make you feel less guilty if I decide to fuck you." he asked, though he knew the latter was the answer.

"You want the truth or the socially acceptable truth" you laugh softly, there wasn't shit funny about this interaction, but he was so hot, and you were wet and needy.

James laughs too "I won't be needing any answer sweetheart, I already know. Keep coming around here dressed like that and I might have to take you up on that offer." he winks at you.

"You don't wanna take me up on it now? I only see one car in the yard, so that means your wife's gone and I can tell you're happy to see me" you joke at the sight of the growing bulge in his jeans. You move fully into the garage, only standing inches apart from each other

James' mischievous smirk turns into a wide mischievous grin. "If you've always found me so attractive, what's taken you so long to come over here."

"My car worked before, it doesn't now so that's why I'm here, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve a parting gift for all your hard work" you say, tracing along the waistband of his jeans.

James was so tempted to just bend you over and take you right there, but he tried to focus on the task at hand first. "I... I uh should probably finish tinkering with your car first if you plan on going out tonight." He says playing with a lock of your hair, poorly resisting temptation

"Well what if I need to be tinkered with..." you say in a low seductive tone

James laughs, feeling his body start to heat up "You're a needy one aren't you." he says seductively before pulling you into a lust-filled kiss. The kiss was soft, but gradually got nastier as your tongues fought for dominance. His hands began to roam your body, softly squeezing your ass and gripping your hips.

"Mmm" you moan softly. You couldn't believe you were actually going through with this, especially considering how you knew that he's married. You pulled away slightly, finally able to get lost in those blue eyes. "God James, I want you so badly" you whimper as your reach down feeling his growing cock.

James's eyes darken with anticipation. "I've wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you." He smacks your ass hard and grabs it firmly "Walking around in all that tight shit just for me?"

The kissing resumed, deep and passionate and everything they both wanted. James let his hands roam, up and under your shirt and in one swift motion, your shirt was on the ground. He quickly popped the hooks on the back of your bra, allowing your soft perky tits with erect nipples to spill out. "Just what I fantasized about" he muttered as he nibbled on the soft skin of your neck.

"You fantasize about me? hmm?" you tease as he lifts you onto his work station table

"When you bouce around dressed like that, you leave me no choice." James lifts your hips with one hand and pulls off your shorts with the other. He drags his index and middle finger up and down the lace fabric of your panties. "So wet and needy huh? That's all for me?" he growls before ripping off your panties and discarding them.

James spread your legs wide and stepped back to take in the view. It was true, you were soaked and it was all for him. It felt like you had already orgasmed and he hadn't even fucked you yet. James started slow, kissing your inner thighs and teasing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Please..." you begged softly for him to finally just tongue fuck your needy pussy. He sunk his face into your warm pussy, using his mouth to suck your clit and please you just right. He licked and sucked in all the right places, after all he was an experienced man. "James, please don't stop" you scream as you grab his hair, pushing him deeper into your needy cunt.

James lets out a soft hum into your pussy "mmm, taste so good sweetheart, just like I knew you would." The wet sounds of him slurping and tongue fucking your wet and aching pussy filled the garage. "God you're so good at that James... I love the way you suck on my clit" you moan loudly as he continues his pleasure-filled assault.

it didn't take long and he knew what he was doing, all you juices came flowing out like a waterfall, coating his face and shirt with your sweet release. "That's it baby, that's my good girl... show me how much you want it." his words were almost enough to make you cream again, he was just that fucking sexy.

You helped James pull his shirt off and unbutton his jeans before hungrily pulling down his bottoms. His thick erect cock sprung free, the tip leaking with precum. Hot and a fat dick? He was the whole package and you're living for it. He used the tip of his cock to tease your folds and leaking entrance. He'd push in slightly, but not all the way, just enough to hear you gasp and see you squirm.

"I need all of it James please... I cant take it anymore" you beg relentlessly as he continues to tease you. "Beg for it" he growls as he slaps the tip on your clit causing you to let out a soft moan "Please James I cant take it anymore, I need that cock" you beg again and again

"Good girl" He praises as he fully pushes into you. "So wet and tight... such a needy little cum slut. Yeah?" He growls as he thrust into you hard and deep. He grips your hips tightly with one hand and uses the free hand to caress your tits. "You're so fucking sexy, you know that?" he says as he rests his forehead against yours and thrusts into you. With every hungry thrust, he keeps eye contact.

"Mm, fuck you feel so good in me like that" you moan loudly. Your knuckles go white from gripping the edge of the table to stabilize yourself. "mhmm, mhmm, harder please, faster" you beg as he relentlessly claims you as his own. The pleasure washes over you, causing you to close your eyes. "Look at me when I fuck you, look me in the eyes like the nasty little whore you want me to think you are" James barks as he drills into your leaking pussy over and over.

Your walls start to clench around him as your reach your peak and you can feel he's getting close too, with his thrusts becoming more ragged. "f-fuck I'm gonna cum James, I'm gonna cum" you scream. "Me too babygirl, you want my cum like a good little slut?" His lips crash into yours as he fucks his cum right into you, not slowing down til' he's pumped you with every inch of his warm white seed.

"Oh god, oh god... that was AMAZING" you say through labored breaths. "Amazing is an understatement babydoll" James says as he kisses your forehead. "Now that we've had a little fun, I got work to do" He leaves you with one last sloppy kiss, that lingers, before adjusting his clothes and getting back to work.

You adjust your clothes and head back next door to your house, to watch from you window like you never even met.

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ASMODEUS x gn!Reader 0.6k Words | NSFW | Making Out in a Semi-Public Place | Insecure Reader -> Prompt: "Feeling a little needy today?" [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

"Alright, what do you think about this one?"

You walked out of the changing stall and spun in a slow circle while Asmo's critical gaze roamed your figure head-to-toe, his eyes narrowing on the slim-fitted shirt he picked for you.

His legs were crossed and his chin was propped up on his knee. He hummed noncommittally. "What matters most is, what do you think, darling?"

You pulled self-consciously at the sides of the shirt that felt tight across your chest and belly. You knew the shirt technically fit, but it made you squirm thinking about wearing it in front of anyone else.

Well, anyone else besides Asmo, who seemed to appreciate the view if his heated gaze was anything to go by.

"I'm not sure it's the right style for me, to be honest," you muttered. "Maybe something else a bit—" Looser? Unshapely? Boring? "—more relaxed might be better."

Asmo stared at you, his undeterred adoration for you tinged with something a bit darker, and your breath hitched when you saw the intensity that flashed across his face. It was there and gone again, and like nothing happened at all, he stood up with a deep sigh. "I'll bring you something else in a moment," he offered and waved you back towards the changing stall.

You just finished unbuttoning the shirt when you heard footsteps approach and pause outside.

"It's me," Asmo said quietly on the other side of the curtain. "Can I come in?"

You opened the curtain enough for him to duck inside. You turned around and put the discarded shirt back on it's hanger. "Did you bring something else, or are we finished for the day?"

Asmo stood behind you and hooked his chin on your shoulder. He held up another shirt in front of you, and you both looked at your refelction in the mirror.

Your mouth dropped open and you glared at his cheeky expression in the mirror. "This shirt looks even tighter than the last one. Is it even my size?"

"You're too hard on yourself," he chided you, and his tone was unusually serious. He frowned at you in the mirror, then he let the hanger fall from his grip and drop at your feet.

"Asmo, what are you—?" your confusion turned to surprise when he spun both of you to the side and backed you against the wall.

His kiss was fierce and all-consuming, his lips moving against yours with urgency. His tongue danced along the seam of your lips until you opened your mouth in a surprised moan. He licked into your mouth like he was starved for the taste of you.

"You're so gorgeous, I just wanna touch you," he groaned between sloppy kisses, and the words were muffled because he could hardly bring himself to remove his lips from yours.

Your mouth was slick with spit and the barest traces of his lip gloss, and you huffed in amusement when he pulled back to give you a chance to catch your breath.

"You seem a little needy today," you teased, but your breathlessness betrayed your own desires. You knew he was trying to distract you from your self-doubt and insecurities, and maybe later you'll talk to him about it; right now, you were a little too desperate to care about propriety.

His chest rumbled beneath your palm, and in an instant he slotted one of his thighs between yours. You gasped when you felt a familiar hardness grinding against your hip, and his breathy chuckle tickled your ear.

"You have no idea," he whispered before he sucked your ear lobe between his teeth and flicked the delicate flesh with his tongue.

Your head tilted back against the wall, and his eyes flashed deviously before his hand slid down your bare chest and reached for the zipper of your pants.

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Mom's Naughty Daughter cont

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Are we all crazy?" Lynn laughed, leaning back on the stairs, her dress high, her cunt twinkling. "Fucking on the stairs! I can think of a dozen more comfortable places."

Carolyn sat on the stairs, her elbows on her knees, her chin cupped by both hands. A few steps down, Bobby leaned on the banister, breathing hard and glancing from his mother's cunt to his sister's pussy. His cock dangled, glistening wetly from the heat of his mother's cunt.

"When you gotta fuck, Mom," he panted, "anyplace is just as good as the next!"

Lynn giggled. "You're right about that, baby."

While she prepared them an early dinner Lynn thought about how completely comfortable she was with the change in their lives. Other people would probably have been uncomfortable, even a bit embarrassed, she thought. But she and Carolyn and Bobby seemed to accept their new relationships without question. She didn't know how the kids would accept it when Jake joined them but she knew she would see to it that they accepted him somehow.

Lynn had meant it when she told the man she loved him and now she was sure he loved her, too. He wasn't looking for a woman with money -- he had his own. Jake, she felt, was looking for stability in his life. He wanted to settle down and make a new life with a new family.

Upstairs, Carolyn and Bobby were talking. Lynn didn't just know how much her children already knew. Both Carolyn and Bobby knew it was only a matter of time before Jake moved into their house. Carolyn was eager for the man to move in. Bobby really didn't care one way or the other.

"There's plenty of pussy to go around," he told Carolyn when she asked if he minded about Jake.

His sister had bathed, he watched her drying her slim body. He had finished his shower too, and sat on the toilet wearing his jockey shorts. Carolyn loved the way her brother's cock and balls made a tasty lump in his white shorts. Seeing each other in various stages of nakedness kept their excitement high.

"I think I'll just wear my panties for a while," Carolyn said, dropping the towel on the floor. "Want to help me pick out a pair, Bobby?"

They went into her room and she fished out several pairs of panties, holding them up for his approval or disapproval. Bobby finally settled on a tiny, flimsy pair and Carolyn pulled them up her slender thighs, snapping them about her hips. Bobby adjusted the crotch band so her cunt hairs curled out on each side of it.

The panties were very thin and the shadowy triangle of her cunt hair could be seen. Carolyn turned around and Bobby made sure the cheeks of her ass showed by pulling her panties in between her asscheeks. Then, with a giggle, he pressed his face to her ass, kissing each exposed asscheek.

"Ohhhh, you're so fucking horny all the time, Bobby," she purred. "Come on, let's go down stairs before you make me suck your cock."

Bobby dove at her naked tit, laughing as they left her room.

"You're just in time!" Lynn said as they tumbled down the stairs to the dinner table. "I thought I was going to have to come up and drag you two down. Were you fucking again?"

Carolyn shook her head, her eyes gleaming. "Almost, Mother," she said. "I had to make Bobby stop kissing my ass!"

"I wouldn't make him stop!" Lynn said, kissing her son's cheek and cupping the lump in his shorts. "Mmmmm, this feels very nice."

They ate in silence for a while, then Lynn told them what had been happening with Jake. After she told them, she waited anxiously for their replies.

"It wont make any difference between us," Lynn added after a moment. "Especially with you, Bobby."

"I hope not," he said. "I'm getting used to having all this pussy, Mom."

"My pussy will always be ready for you, baby," she said fondly. "That's something you don't ever have to worry about."

"Just as long as I get mine! I don't care."

Lynn wondered if she should tell them about Jake's wife and daughter. She wondered if she would let them know that he had pissed on her in the orange grove at her request. She decided to tell them about those things later.

Bobby remained at the table, watching his mother and sister clean up. His sister's tight ass was so beautiful in those skimpy panties and his naked mother was her equal. He tried to decide which ass he preferred, which ass was more beautiful, but he couldn't make up his mind.

When his mother leaned down below the kitchen sink, he watched her creamy ass spread. The pucker of her asshole flashed at him and a gleam came into his eyes. He pulled the crotch of his shorts to one side, his cock jumping free. His mother leaned on the kitchen counter, her ass jutting toward him, wiggling gently.

Lynn was talking to Carolyn, who was wiping out the sink but Bobby wasn't hearing them. He gazed at his mother's jutting ass, fascinated by its smoothness. He gripped his cock and began to stroke it, the heat in his eyes growing.

Getting to his feet, he stepped up behind his mother, his cock pointing the way. He rubbed the swollen heat of his cock along the crack of her ass and Lynn flashed him a grin, continuing to talk to Carolyn. Bobby smeared the cheeks of his mother's ass with the juices dripping from his piss hole. Lynn gave a soft groan.

Bobby pressed the head of his cock against his mother's asshole and Lynn, still talking to her daughter, pressed her ass back at him. Bobby pulled the cheeks of his mother's ass apart, watching his cock rubbing at the fiery tightness. The harder he pushed, the more Lynn pushed back.

"Ohhhh," Lynn groaned, her eyes becoming dreamy.

Bobby's cock penetrated his mother's asshole. He stood behind her and spread the cheeks of her ass as wide as he could, looking down at the way her asshole stretched about his cock. The searing heat of his mother's asshole almost made Bobby come.

Lynn arched her ass at him, gasping with pleasure when her son pressed his cock in deeper. Carolyn turned around and saw where Bobby had his cock and she gave a squeal of erotic delight. She saw her mother's asshole stretching around the base of her brother's cock.

"Ohhhh, you're up my ass, baby!" Lynn groaned. "Oh, God... you feel so fucking deep in my asshole!"

Lynn writhed her naked ass, leaning on the counter. Bobby was just short enough to fit his cock up her ass without bending his knees. He stood straight and began to plunge his cock in and out.

Carolyn's eyes were huge as she watched her brother thrusting his cock in and out of their mother's ass. Her own sweet ass clenched and she shoved a hand in front of her mother, stroking the thick curls of Lynn's cunt. Then she began to rub at Lynn's swollen clitoris.

"Ahhhhh, shit, shit!" Lynn moaned, feeling the pulsations of her son's hard cock inside the highly sensitive ring of her asshole. "God, this is good, Bobby! Oooooo, your cock feels so fucking good up my ass!"

"It looks good, too! Mother," Carolyn mewled, rubbing vigorously at her mother's distended clitoris, "it looks so damned good! Just watching Bobby's cock fucking your asshole makes mine burn!"

Lynn shook with the assault of her sons cock fucking faster and faster into her asshole. The harsh rubbing of her clitoris by her daughter made her squeal. Her tits swelled painfully, her nipples so hard they ached.

"It is good!" Lynn screeched. "It's so fucking good! Ooooo, baby, fuck Mother's tight asshole! It's been so fucking long since I've... fuck me! Oh, fuck the shit out of my asshole, Bobby!"

Carolyn shot a hand to her brother's ass, her fingers sliding down the elastic waist of his jockey shorts. She moved a finger down the crack of his fucking ass and began to rub the pucker of his asshole. Bobby grunted when he felt his sister pressing her finger up his ass. He shot a glance at her and she grinned lewdly.

"You're gonna get it too, Bobby," she said, and rammed her finger into his ass. Bobby yelped, thrusting his cock hard into his mother's asshole. Carolyn giggled and began ass-fucking Bobby with her finger. Lynn whimpered as her son's cock seemed to go through her body and into her throat with each powerful ass-fucking thrust. She shook her ass, gasping in pleasure.

Carolyn pressed her cunt against her mother's thigh, rubbing it up and down. She pulled and rubbed and pinched her mother's throbbing clitoris. Her finger shot into her brother's ass each time he pulled his cock back out of his mother's squeezing asshole. Lynn felt his cock stretching her asshole while her daughter's boiling little cunt rubbed at her thigh.

"Fuck me, Bobby!" she shrieked. "Ohhhh, fuck my ass! God! Your cock is so hard... deep up my ass! Ooooo, I'm about to come! Oh, darling... ram me hard!"

Holding his mother's hips with strong fingers, Bobby ass-fucked her in a frenzy. His sister kept plunging her finger up his ass, and each time she thrust it in. Bobby rammed his mother's asshole. His balls swung back and forth, beating against Lynn's bubbling, seeping cunt.

Carolyn rubbed her pantied cunt frantically against her mother's feverish thigh, about to come herself. She felt her brother's tight asshole become tighter, then squeeze, with pulsating heat. She rubbed hard on her mother's swollen clitoris.

Bobby rammed hard into his mother's asshole, his balls smashing against her hairy, wet cunt. The gush of come juice spewed along the walls of her ass, sending Lynn into a shrieking orgasm. The harder she came, the more her asshole gripped and sucked at her son's cock. Carolyn wailed as her cunt erupted, her ass shaking in ecstasy.

By the time her orgasm finished, Lynn was draped over the kitchen counter, her legs weak. Carolyn slumped to her knees then settled her ass down on her heels, head banging. Her hand was still inside her brother's shorts. Bobby slumped over his mother's back, his cock still inside her tight asshole.

"Ooooo, it's been so long since I've been fucked up the ass," Lynn cooed softly. "I almost forgot what it felt like."

Bobby stirred, starting to pull his cock free. But Lynn closed her asshole tightly.

"Ooooo, don't take your cock out yet, darling. I love the feel of it in me."

"Okay, Mom, if you say so," Bobby said.

"Oh, I do say so!"

Carolyn lifted her head, looking at them. The crotch of her panties was soaked, as were the insides of her slim thighs. She leaned forward and licked at her mother's thigh, then lapped at her hip.

"Mmmmm, that's nice," Lynn purred.

Bobby giggled suddenly.

Lynn's head shot up, her eyes going wide, her mouth open in surprise.

"Bobby, what are you doing?" she cried.

Bobby giggled again.

"You're... ohhh, you little fucker!" Lynn yelped, laughing.

Carolyn wondered what was happening. She couldn't see anything. Her brother's cock was still in their mother's asshole but that was all she knew.

Bobby was pissing! The head of his cock was clamped inside his mother's asshole and he was pissing hotly into her. Bobby was giggling his head off and Lynn was whimpering with surprise.

"What's going on?" Carolyn asked. "Your brother," Lynn laughed, "your fucking brother is pissing! The little motherfucker is pissing in my Goddamn asshole!"

"Really?" Carolyn asked, not believing it. "Is he really pissing in your asshole, Mother?"

"Oh, is he! God, he's about to drown me!" Lynn mewled.

Carolyn could see the shaft of her brother's cock but that was all. The head of his cock was inside their mother's ass and the gleam in her brother's mischievous eyes told her Lynn was telling the truth. She laughed, licking the flat surface of her tongue about her mother's hip.

Almost finished, Bobby pulled his cock free and Carolyn saw him finish pissing directly upon their mother's clenched asshole. Piss ran down Lynn's thighs and her flesh was shivering.

"That did it!" Lynn said. "Now you've made me want to shit and I think I better hurry!"

She ran from the kitchen, rushing to the downstairs bathroom. She held her naked ass with both hands, laughing all the way. Bobby giggled and pulled his shorts up, looking at his sister.

"Well, I had to piss," he said simply.

Carolyn laughed with him. She poked him in the ribs, making her brother double, over. She kept tickling him until he was rolling on the floor laughing loudly, doubling up and trying to make her stop.

"You little fuck face!" she laughed, getting on top of him and pinning his arms above his head. "You don't know where to draw the line! Do you?"

"I thought it was funny," Bobby said, looking up at his sister's sugary tight tits, her pink nipples rigid with pleasure. "You're gonna get surprised next."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Just wait and see," he giggled. Carolyn held his arms above his head, rubbing her soaked panties about his stomach and chest. She looked down at him, a twinkle in her eyes. Then she started to piss!

"Hey! What the fuck?" Bobby yelped, not laughing now.

The hot piss boiled through the crotch of her thin panties, soaking his chest. Carolyn laughed in delight.

"Feel it, Bobby? I'm pissing in my panties and pissing on you, too!"

Lynn came back into the kitchen and saw her daughter on top of her son. Immediately she saw Carolyn on his chest and she laughed loudly.

"That's it, Carolyn!" she laughed. "Piss on that little mother-fucker!"

Lynn went to her knees at her son's side, dipping her face down, her lips open. Through his shorts, she took his balls into her mouth. She sucked at them wetly, her eyes turned toward her daughter's ass. Carolyn lifted up slightly and Lynn gazed at the piss splashing through those thin panties.

"In his cunt-licking face!" Lynn said. "Carolyn, piss in Bobby's face! We'll show the little fuck-head!"

"Don't you dare, Carolyn!" Bobby warned, twisting his face.

His sister laughed and began inching her cunt toward his face. The hot piss sprayed from the edges of her panties, making her inner thighs as wet as his chest. Bobby yelped, trying to get free and move his face out of the sudden stream. The hot piss burned into Bobby's face and then, without warning, his sister smashed her cunt down. Bobby made a grunt, unable to turn his face away in time, and his sister pressed her pantied cunt against his mouth. He clamped his lips closed as tight as he could as Carolyn's golden piss spewed over his lips and cheeks.

"How do you like it, Bobby?" Carolyn laughed as she finished pissing. "You think it's fun to piss in mother's asshole, do you? Well, how do you like the same thing?"

"That's my face, you little bitch!" Bobby gasped, his sister's cunt hovering just a few inches above him, piss still dripping from her panties.

"Oh! I'm a little bitch, am I?" she teased.

Squeezing her son's cock, Lynn laughed. "Are you going to let him get away with that, Carolyn?"

Carolyn's eyes twinkled down at Bobby.

"Carolyn, don't you dare!" Bobby yelped, struggling to get loose. "Don't you dare, you cunt!"

"Oh, now I'm a cunt, huh?" she giggled. "Okay, you asked for it!"

She slammed her crotch against his mouth again, rubbing her wet panties into his face. Bobby didn't get his lips closed in time and he tasted her hot piss. Carolyn pressed hard into his mouth, smearing the pissy crotch about. She strained, and let go with a final squirt and Bobby had no choice but to swallow it.

"Lick my panties, Bobby!" Carolyn said. "Suck the piss from my panties!"

Excited by this new pleasure, Bobby shot his tongue out and lapped at his sister's piss-wet crotch. He began to suck, trying to get his tongue through her panties and into her cunt. Carolyn twisted and rubbed, laughing in delight. Lynn, too, was laughing lewdly, gripping hard at her son's cock. She was, not at all surprised to feel his prick starting to swell. She slipped his shorts past his balls and lowered her mouth, pulling his growing cock into her mouth. She began sucking him, sliding her hand up his piss-wet chest, her fingers slipping between his mouth and Carolyn's cunt. Lynn hooked a finger into the wet crotch of her daughter's panties, pulling them so one side. She pulled his soft cock deep into her mouth, her eyes turned to watch Carolyn's ass.

Bobby now thrust his tongue into his sisters cunt, sucking and licking, tasting her pussy juices and piss. Carolyn released his arms and Bobby wrapped them about her hips, clutching her tight ass and swirling his tongue into her cunt.

"Ooooo, suck my pussy, Bobby!" Carolyn mewled. "Do you like my cunt all pissy this way? Do you like the taste of my piss, Bobby?"

Bobby groaned, his tongue fucking into his sister's fiery cunt.

Excited by what she was seeing, Lynn sucked in a frenzy on his now thoroughly hard cock, her tongue lapping at his piss hole. She cupped his balls, rubbing them against her check, not minding the shitty taste of his cock at all.

"Oooooo, you lick my cunt so good, Bobby!" Carolyn wailed. "I'm going to have piss on you more often! Tongue-fuck me!" She thrust her cunt into his face, his tongue probing the satiny walls, his fingers digging into her asscheeks. "Ahhhh, faster, Bobby! Oooo, I'm going to come! I'm going to come in your fucking mouth!"

Carolyn screamed in ecstasy, her fiery, juicy cunt convulsing, her ass shaking.

Lynn sucked Bobby's cock hungrily, watching her daughter's ass shake as her son's lips spread wide against Carolyn's sugary cunt. Lynn squeezed Bobby's balls and before she knew it, her mouth was suddenly filling with the sweetness of his balls.

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the final Lady Sharpe part 4: something to look forward to

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Part of the 500 Follower Celebration Requested by: @ellooo0ooo

Summary: You and Edith make significant progress on your mission to put Lucille behind bars; Thomas makes a confession before you go to sleep

Pairing: Thomas Sharpe x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: ghosts; a lil bit of steam [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Reader & Thomas are married; more pining; simp Thomas

The ink had dried enough on the final document you were working on duplicating for tonight that you could group them together and place the original papers back in Lucille's hiding place. Tomorrow morning if ever she were to check on them, she would be none the wiser of what had been transpiring over the last two weeks. You repeatedly clenched and unclenched your fingers, trying to get some feeling back into them after writing with barely a pause for break over the last few hours.

"Tomorrow we'll be done with all the documents," you whispered into the silence, feeling Edith's presence nearby as you made your way to Thomas' workshop. "I'll need you to show me where the phonograph cylinders are hidden, and if you know which one has Lucille's demented confession…"

"I'll show you the way," she confirmed. "And I'll make sure that none of the more…how do I put this…bloodthirsty spirits don't touch you. They tend to be a bit overly protective of their turf."

"The what?" You froze in place at her mention of bloodthirsty spirits. You had enough of a fright when you'd first "met" her and Enola, you might not survive encountering their less agreeable companions. The feel of someone nudging you from behind had you moving down the corridor again.

"Don't you worry about them, Y/N. I'll do my part to keep them away, explain to them that you're our friend, and you'll put an end to Lucille's lifelong murder spree. It might take time for them to fully understand, but they will."

Once you crossed the threshold to Thomas' workshop, you heard the exaggerated groan that belonged to your fleeting husband. Checking the candle in your hand, there was only about a thumb's worth left.

"Right on schedule," Edith remarked before you felt a nudging sensation on your shoulder. "You know he must really care for you if he's willing to endure being with her for the sake of your safety. Before she made him go back out into the city to find a new wife--well, a new victim, he looked gaunt. Almost like he found his life grotesque. Then he came back here with you and…there was color in his face again. Like he's allowed himself to live while he wooed and married you. There's a happiness in him when he's with you that I only ever saw glimpses of back when I was--"

Her words fell dead, but you had a feeling you knew what the sentiment was. Back when I was alive. Back when I was his wife.

"Why Miss Edith Cushing, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were playing matchmaker with your ex-husband and his current charlatan of a wife," you mumbled, trying not to look to deeply into her words, her testimony of Thomas' time before you. You were already having enough trouble keeping your affections for him at bay whenever he engaged in your routine of a kiss to cap off the night, marking yet another rung on the progression ladder. Lucille's incarceration becoming ever closer.

You decided to hide the duplicated papers in between the pages of his sketchbook, thinking the chances were slim that Lucille would look into them since he only kept concept art of the toys he wished to work on within it. Flipping through the pages to evenly distribute the additional papers, you found a set of sketches that had absolutely nothing to do with toy designs.

The last few pages that he'd worked on in the journal were filled with sketches of you. Some depicted you asleep, others as if the image he had in mind was of you next to him at the dining table. And a full page that showed the bedroom you shared with the baronet, you perched on the edge, a light wash of orange painted on the page, like the scene was illuminated by firelight.

That was the day you arrived at Allerdale Hall. The fleeting moments of desirous bliss you had before reality came crashing down on you.

"You say this marriage is all an act for you both now, but it doesn't look that way. Not from where I'm standing…well, floating." Both of you shared a chuckle before she posed a question at you. "Y/N something I noticed at night when he makes his way back to you…there's an excitement in him, as if he can't move fast enough."

"I--I didn't know about that part," you answered her in hushed tones as you made your way to your shared bedroom, maneuvering the barely moonlit halls with what little candlelight remained. "I usually try not to look at him before we sleep. I fail, of course, but I make the effort. Granting his request for a kiss after he washes the night off of him was already a miscalculation on my part--"

"Completely understandable miscalculation," she quipped, managing to quietly open the bedroom door wide open. "Far too handsome for me to even think of knowing any better back then."

"My thoughts exactly," you mumbled, stepping into the bedroom and disposing of the used candlewax before stretching and allowing yourself to relax from the night's clandestine activities. "Goodnight, Edith."

"I'll talk to the spirits inhabiting the corridor where the cylinders are hidden," she offered, a faint whispering joining her once again before you heard her echoing chuckle. "It seems your husband's rushing to make his way to you. You still have quite the night ahead. Goodnight, my friend."

You could feel the fatigue setting in as you let the tub fill for Thomas' bath before putting away your tools and your blades, mentally preparing yourself for another night of insufficient sleep. Just as you had for the better part of the last two weeks.

Right as you made your way back to your side of the bed and shook your hair loose from your bun, Thomas walked through the open door. You gave him a small smile. "I should be done with the documents tomorrow, Edith and I will work on transcribing the recording cylinders that can lead the case more to Lucille than you two days from now at the latest."

"That's wonderful news, darling," he beamed at you, running his gaze over you briefly before walking toward the bathroom. "I shall see you in a few moments," he told you, his voice echoing across the tiles. A few seconds later the sound of the water sloshing and a sinfully satisfied groan filled the room as he sat into the tub. "You truly are a godsend, my wife. Thank you."

You did your best to ignore the fluttering in your stomach hearing him call you that. You wouldn't hear it for much longer with the progress you were making. "You're welcome," you answered back, fighting back your own sounds of relief once your back hit the bed and you allowed yourself to finally relax for the night.

The cumulative efforts of the last dozen or so days seem to have finally taken its toll on you, your eyes fluttering shut as soon as your head hit the pillow. You hadn't been able to hear the sound of Thomas padding his feet on the floor and back to you, or his little gasp as he saw you in your slumbering state.

"No…" he sighed, climbing into bed with you. "Y/N, darling, please tell me you haven't completely fallen asleep yet," he said softly, brushing your hair away from your face.

"Hmm?" You leaned in to his touch, feeling a strange sense of comfort when your cheek rubbed against his slightly calloused hand. "'M awake…" you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes. He gave you a tender smile when your eyes met his, and you couldn't help but return it.

It was only in these moments just before you both went to sleep, your parts in this perilous operation done for the night, that you could allow yourself to almost feel as if you were a normal married couple. Just laying in bed together before going to sleep, sharing a quick goodnight kiss before he pulled you into his arms, cradling you against his chest.

Perhaps even indulge yourself, even for a moment, in the dangerous truth that once this was all over, you would miss these fleeting moments of peace with him. You'd miss how he held you through the night and how you'd wake up wrapped in his arms. How in the last few days he would greet you in the morning with a soft kiss to your nose before you both made your way out of bed and stepped out of your room.

You would miss him when all this was over. When you'd both signed the divorce papers and went on your separate ways, and you were back in your apartment in the city, going to bed alone, you would miss him.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, a small sound coming from the back of his throat as he sighed into the kiss, almost as if he was relieved. "This is the only thing getting me through the nights," he said solemnly, settling more comfortably into the bed as he kept kissing you. "Knowing that this was what awaited me when I get back."

Instead of your usual night routine of a few kisses and he would pull you into his arms, both of you falling asleep to the sound of the other's breath evening out, he moved his body closer, kissing his way to your neck, his hand traveling down the side of your body until it settled at your waist. His lips began to trace along the neckline of your nightgown, the contented hums against your skin combined with the feel of his lips on you had you struggling for breath. "Thomas--"

"It should be you," he whimpered, his exhales warming your skin. "I should be spending my night with you. Laying with you." He kept on kissing along your neckline, his other hand pulling along the string that exposed your décolletage and he immediately pressed his lips to your chest, above your heart. "You're my wife, I should be with you."

He kissed his way back to your lips, your shock from his confession letting his tongue slip past your lips and tangle with your own. It was like flames licked all along your body at the contact, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as your fingers weaved into his onyx curls.

"Thomas, wait--" you tried to say, placing your hands on his chest in a paltry attempt to get him to pause for a moment, failing to fight against your eyes fluttering closed and your entire body melting under him the moment his tongue delicately ran along the roof of your mouth.

"I want to lay with you," he said once he pulled away, looking at you with those wide pleading eyes that likened him to a pup asking for a treat. "May I?"

For the love of all things good in this world say yes, you hissed at yourself. You struggled to breathe properly, fighting against every instinct to give in as he repeatedly whispered "please" into your skin. Trying to not let the curiosity and desire consume you and see how far your husband was willing to go.

This was the fantasy you wanted to lose yourself in, where by some miracle when all this was over and you both made it out alive, that you'd found something with each other that neither of you wanted to lose. That after all this perhaps you could have a life together, preferably far away from Allerdale Hall and the figurative and literal ghosts that roam the corridors.

The fantasy that perhaps when you were both safe from Lucille and she was serving her time behind bars, locked away where she couldn't harm anyone anymore, that Thomas might not want to sign the divorce papers. Because maybe he was falling in love, too.

"We've come so far already, we can't afford to lose focus now," you answered him, your voice coming out so small it was like the words all but refused to get through the lump in your throat. "Once all this is done, and we're free of her, you'll be free to do whatever you please…with whomever you please."

The last part left a bitter taste in your mouth, like it physically pained you to say the words.

"You're right," he sighed, leaning away enough so that he could look at you. The expression on his face was akin to that of a wounded pup, making the guilt and regret from your decision overwhelm your system. "Of course." He moved over to his side of the bed, taking a breath before hesitantly touching his fingers to yours. "May I still hold you?"

You didn't think twice, moving over to him and settling into his arms. "Yes, of course." The words refused to be spoken, but you'd found a strange comfort in his embrace. That despite the very real danger you both found yourselves in, and the looming dire consequences of Lucille and the business end of her cleaver if you made so much as one misstep on this perilous endeavor of yours, you felt almost a safety in his warm embrace.

And while no one would ever be able to get you to admit it, it made getting up out of bed in the mornings near impossible. You didn't want to leave him. You wanted him all to yourself.

All the more reason why you needed to be done with this and go your separate ways. You should never be so selfish as to beg him to stay with you and deny him yet another freedom. So much had already been stolen from him.

He brushed a lock of your hair away from your face before asking softly, "How long do you reckon before Scotland Yard comes here after you send the papers?"

"Not long," you answered him, your words full of confidence in your peers. "I'll include a summary of my findings to help them through the papers I've sent them, process them faster. I'll also try and emphasize the urgency of our situation, that we're currently living in a manor with a woman that has the intention and means, not to mention the stomach, to kill me. That we have very good reason to believe our lives are in imminent danger. Should get them moving pretty quick."

"And what are we to do until they arrive?" You could feel him tensing as he anticipated your response.

Bile flooded your stomach from what you had to tell him. "We keep routine." His beautiful face looked so pained as you said the words. "She has to believe that there's nothing wrong, that everything's going to plan. If she gets even the slightest whiff that we're up to something and she kills me. Maybe even you if she finds out that you helped."

He took a shuddering breath, pulling you closer against him so he could press a kiss to your forehead. "Let's hope they move quickly then," he mumbled against you, pressing more kisses on the same spot as he took calming breaths. "I can barely stomach any more of it." His breath hitched at his words, his tone rife with shame.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, placing your hand on his chest, feeling his pulse sprinting like a madman. "This burden shouldn't be on you. Never should have been. She's stolen so much from you…" Your sentiment caught in the back of your throat as you did your damnedest to fight back tears. "I'll do my best to make sure she doesn't steal any more of your life away."

"What if she figures out what we've been up to? Or if she gets impatient and realizes there's no money coming after all this time?"

It took you a moment before you could answer, the implication hanging over you both now like the Sword of Damocles. "Then Scotland Yard will arrive here to a corpse. Either mine or hers."

Tears welled in his eyes as he pulled you closer, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. "I won't let her hurt you, I swear it." He stole a few more kisses from you before he cradled your head against his chest. "You should sleep, I can feel how tired you are."

"Exhausted," you confessed, settling into his embrace, the comfort from his hold blanketing over you as your cheek rubbed against the soft hairs on his chest. "Goodnight, husband."

You couldn't resist calling him that. In a few short weeks you'd never be able to again.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head, stroking your hair before he whispered, "Goodnight, my darling wife."

As the minutes passed, and the only sounds that filled the bedroom were your breathing and the crackling of the fireplace, Thomas found himself unable to succumb to sleep just yet. He was still riddled with so many questions that he couldn't bring himself to ask you quite yet.

What if by some freak accident of a chance, Lucille comes across one of your colleagues when she runs her errands in the city and they were to mention who you were, and what you did before you married him? What if now that she was armed with this new information, she deemed you too much of a threat and decided to do away with you like she'd done with so many other innocent women?

What if she decided to make it even worse, and ordered him to kill you instead? Spout some nonsensical notion that he needed to get his hands dirty this time around so she could see if he still had the stomach for it?

He knew he wouldn't be able to hurt you, that he would be completely unwilling to. But would he be able to protect you against Lucille?

And the question that had him looking upon the coming weeks with a mix of dread and hope, all depending on how you would react if he were to even muster up the courage to say the words: What if you stayed together after this fleeting partnership of yours? What if you were open to exploring what a life together would truly be like? Move away from Allerdale Hall and find a place in the city?

"What if I begged you not to leave me?" he whispered into the empty silence, stroking the backs of his fingers along your cheek. "What if I've fallen in love with my wife, and I want to turn our marriage into something real?"

A/N: *popping out my head from my writing hidey hole* Well hi there! Been a long while since I updated this story, but I can promise you now…I didn't abandon it 🫡 And we're picking up with our precious meow meow baronet big tiddy goth husband really showing his hand here that he's catching feelings 🥹

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brodieland · 25 days

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.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 I'd let her light me on Fire ´ˎ˗

Leo Valdez x Fem!Reader Synopsis: after three weeks, the girls get a new roommate that Leo may or may not be quite familiar with!!! Warning(s): do I need to say cursing anymore Word Count: 2379 A/N: this is a normal AU, no godly shit 😛 why did I make Leo a lil bit of a loser?? also im gonna mention it now bc im lazy LOL, the dorms are like the ones in Gilmore girls (it makes me wish Yale was real💔) like they have the common area with the rooms connecting off of it, also writing in this pov is kinda annoying why did I do this, now lemme shut up Part 1

After a good 3 weeks in the amazing Los Angelos, it was time to go home. Well, not home, school. Weirdly enough, the seven felt a little bit homesick from being away for so long, but that cleared up when they remembered they were going to have to sit in the van for another 5 agonizing days. FUN!! And no, Leo did not almost fall asleep at the wheel, that was just Hazel's motion sickness getting to her, making her see things if you will.

When they made it back, they all felt like zombies when they were trudging back to their rooms. Safe to say the second they finished unpacking, just like in LA, they all passed out.

The next day, at around 10AM, the boys were sitting on the couch together eating cereal and just talking when Percy's phone went off.

"Yo I just got a text from Annabeth," Percy said with mouthful of cereal. "They're finally getting their fourth girl."

Leo was intrigued by this. Ever since that one night in LA, he hadn't really stopped thinking of Y/N. One thing about Leo, he never had the warmth of a family. When he ran away from his foster homes, all he had was the warmth of a fire every night to keep him going before he got dropped in a new home, one colder than the last. Now he associated the warmth of a fire with a girl, one he met once who had a crazed look in her eye when she saw the lighter go off. Leo had a thing for girls on the weirder end, but he was totally fine with that.

"We should go," Leo suggested. Y/N's voice still rang in his head, 'I gotta go now, maybe I'll see you around. Leo Valdez.' Now this was delusion at its finest, but he didn't care.

"Of course you want to meet the new girl," Jason chuckled as he got up toward the kitchen. Leo gave a half-assed laugh that no one paid mind too. Percy texted Annabeth back saying that they were on their way. Leo had a little pep in his step on his way to the girls floor. When they got there, Percy did a secret little knock on the door and Annabeth opened it, quickly kissing Percy before allowing everyone inside.

"'cough' Corny 'cough'" This earned Leo some chuckles, but was utterly ignored by the lovely couple in front of him.

"Right this way everyone, me and Hazel were just watching a movie. Pipers helping her unpack." Frank and Percy made their way to the couch along their girlfriends while Jason followed Leo toward the empty room. Well, the no longer empty room.

When Leo pushed past the door, he saw a girl leaning forward grabbing stuff from a duffle bag. She had on some low waisted baggy jeans that sat just right by her hip bone, and a crop top that showed off her figure. A beautiful slim waist and hair that flowed down her back. 'Wow.'

She stood up straight, like she sensed Leo eyes lingering and staring at her. When she turned around, a smile quickly flooded her features. "Oh my god, hey there stalker boy." She chuckled as Piper and Jason gave him the weirdest look.

"Hey I'm not a stalker! If anything, you're the stalker. How'd you know where I went to school?" Leo began walking closer and waving his finger around to make his point.

'Well," Y/N poked Leo's forehead, sending his head back ever so slightly. "I didn't. This is the boarding MY PARENTS decided to send me too."

"Can we pause for a second," Piper interjected. "Do you two know each other?"

"Oh of course," Y/N beamed. "Back like 3-4 weeks in LA, I was just minding my business, right? Then suddenly I felt eyes on me, so I turned and saw him staring at me!"

"I had to stare-,"

"Oh you HAD to stare?"

"Well, yeah?? You were literally trying to light a jungle gym on fire??"

"That's dramatic."

"Oh so that's why you came back late with a giant smile," Jason teased. Leo turned and gave him a look like 'bro your selling right now', but Y/N just started giggling and walking closer.

"Aw I had you kicking your feet and grinning," she started pinching his cheeks, swinging his head from side to side. "Be honest did you miss meee??"

Piper and Jason couldn't help but laugh at the situation their friend was in, knowing he probably didn't mind it all that much.

"Miss you?" Leo grabbed her hands off his face. "I hardly know you??"

"Yeah okay," Y/N turned back around to continue to unpack. "Well you can stand there and keep staring, or you could help me unpack." This was a hard decision. Stare at a masterpiece among art, or do work. Leo ended up helping though, not even noticing Piper and Jason excusing themselves.

While Leo continued to help unpack, he made it to one of the last book bags of clothes. When Y/N turned her eyes widened. "Leo don't open that one."

"Hm, what'd you say," she was too late. He already opened it and dumped everything inside in front of it, some landing on his feet. Though, it wasn't really clothes, more so underwear and bras. "That's what you said," Leo said lowly.

"Well um, I got it from here Leo. Thanks for the help," Y/N was a little embarrassed to say the least. How could she not be when the guy she'd been thinking about just dumped her underwear on his feet.

"No yeah you got that," Leo said as he backed away to the door, knocking into the dresser on his way. "I'll be out here," and he stepped out the door.

He left her in the room (where she stood just there for a good minute), as he joined in the rest of his friends in front of the tv. "Hey guys."

"Hey Leo-" Percy cut himself off when he looked down, and started laughing.

"Whats so funny?"

"Look down," Annabeth snickered, making the rest of the people on couch laugh as well. For a fact, the last thing Leo was expecting to see was Y/N's underwear tangled with his ankle, but that's exactly what he saw. The look on the boy's face was seemingly unreadable, but he was definitely embarrassed as he lifted up his foot and pinched the underwear off with his thumb and pointer finger. Now watch this for perfect timing!!

"Um, Leo," as Y/N stepped out the room to ask the awkward question, but she cut herself off. "Oh my god Leo did you just try to steal my underwear??"

Leo started stammering over his words as Y/N started making her way over to him, grabbing the underwear. "Uh NO! Why would I want your underwear??"

"Well, you just had it," she laughed.

"Well not on purpose obviously," Leo crossed his arms. "Like what do you think of me hello??" She started walking back to her room.

"Well, you were already a little stalker," Y/N leaned on the doorframe with the doorknob in her hand. "Now we can add pervert to the list!" She let out a laugh that made Leo think he was in heaven listening to the angels above, then he remembered why she was laughing at him as she shut the door.

He could've sworn his eye twitched. Because obviously she knew he didn't take it, she just found it funny to mess with him. Call it flirting if you will.

"Dude, that's not how you flirt with girls you know," Frank joked from the couch. Now it was their turn to laugh at Leo.

"Yo what is this, 'national pick on Leo day?'"

"The joke wasn't funny when you said it yesterday, and it shockingly isn't any funnier today," Hazel chuckled.

"But seriously, how do you get a girls underwear tangled around your ankle before getting your first kiss," Jason asked, making everyone laugh some more.

"Why does the whole village feel the need to gang up on me right now?"

"To be fair you make it really easy," Piper added. "Do you even talk to girls other than the ones in this room?"

"No and this ones really pretty so can we cut me some slack??"

Y/N stood in her dorm, leaning up against the closed door listening in on the conversation going on in their common area. "This one." She giggled as she listened to them all berate Leo for his lack of skills with girls. As the conversation died down, she spent the next ten minutes or so unpacking before walking back out and joining the others.

When Y/N arrived this morning, the girls quickly made her feel welcome. It was really refreshing compared to most, if not all, the other schools she'd been to.

She walked out and saw everyone laid out on the couch. The only space open was conveniently next to Leo, which was fine considering he had some popcorn with him (bless Piper for convincing the school to let her keep her microwave). When she plopped down next to him, she leaned closer to grab some popcorn and whisper, "what movie are we watching?"

When Leo turned to face the girl next to him, he could've sworn he felt chills go down his back. It was just like that night in LA. "We're watching Fear Street, we planned on watching all three when we came back."

He had popcorn breathe. "Oh fire, I've been wanted to watch these too."

When she saw Leo laid back and comfortable, she took her chance to sit somewhat closer, slipping her arm under his and wrapping it around, leaning her head on his shoulder. His nervous system may have rebooted but that's besides the point.

When the bowl in front of the two was now empty, Leo started to stand, quietly gesturing Y/N to follow him. Leo led her into Piper's room, where the microwave and some snacks were. As he knelt down looking for food, Y/N sat down on the bed and watched Leo.

"So, how ya been?" Leo asked. "Considering you were living on the streets."

"Oh it was so hard, fending for myself in these dangerous streets as a small feeble woman," Leo chuckled. "It wasn't that bad, I was just staying in my car. Me and my beetle against the world."

"Yeah, I get that," Leo sat on the floor while the microwave started to spin. "I lived in my van a lot, I even named it festus."

"A van? Like scooby doo type shit? Cause that'd be pretty sick."

"THANK YOU! Finally someone understands me."

"I'm a pretty open minded person." The microwave peeped.

"Popcorns ready."

"How is there even a microwave in here you," Y/N asked.

"Pipers pretty persuasive I suppose." Leo sat down with the bowl of popcorn just eating it. He patted the spot on the floor next to him gesturing the girl in front of him to sit. She slid over and started eating the popcorn.

"You know, I'm kinda hungry for some actual food." She turned over to Leo. "Is there somewhere here to get some food?"

"Cafeteria's open?" She smiled and pulled the bowl of popcorn off of Leo's lap before grabbing his wrist and pulling him up and out the door. Y/N was snickering as she pulled Leo out of her dorm into the hallway before stopping and turning to him.

"I don't know where to go, still new here."

"Well naturally," he rolled his eyes and laughed. "Follow me, m'lady."

She didn't realize how hungry she was for some real food till she caught a whiff of some Mac n cheese and chicken tenders. Popcorn was cool and all, but this was much better.

"You don't have an ID yet right," Y/N nodded. "I'll treat you then."

She smiled as she followed him to the food, "Such a gentleman. Is this an apology for stealing my underwear?"

People gave weird looks before going back to what they were doing. "Dude you can't just say that," Leo rubbed his temples.

"I mean, it's true," She shrugged and started filling her plate with some gorgeous Mac n cheese and chicken tenders. When she finished Leo paid for both their meals and they sat at a table across from each other. "God this shits good."

"You sound starved.."

"To be fair I was saving my money for gas while I was out. Shits expensive so not as many full course meals as you'd think."

"Well, while your here I could make up for that, treat you some more like the gentleman I am."

"Aw, are you flirting with me?"

"Why is it working?" Leo joked (He wasn't joking).

"Woah, big talk from a guy who hasn't had his first kiss," she laughed but Leo just dropped his forked and stared straight at the girl in front of him.

"When did you-"

"Thin walls you know," she winked.

"It's not funny."

"Maybe just a little."

"I've kissed millions of girls!" Leo retorted.

"Really? Name one."

"A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," Leo winked and Y/N just rolled her eyes.

"Ya know if you were honest it could've been a millions and 1." He looked straight at you. "Just kidding!"

"Is your biggest joy in life just making fun of me?"

"Maybe.. yes." She said as she took the last bite of her food. The two stood up and went to throw away their empty plates. They made their way back to the girls dorm. When Y/N opened the door she saw everyone about a fourth of the way through the third fear street movie. "We're back."

"Where'd you guys go," Piper asked.

"To eat, I was hungry," Y/n smiled as she plopped down in the same seat she sat in before, shortly followed by Leo. They both slid into the same positions as earlier, with their arms intertwined as they laid their heads on each other, but this time, it weirdly felt more comfortable. This was gonna be a fun year!!!

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aziraphales-library · 7 months

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hello mods!! ive just read a fic called ''curve of old bones'' and ''snow angel'' i believe it was called and was wondering what fic you can recommend me to read that follows the themes of fake dating/ enemies to friends to lover/ pining whilst fucking sorta thing???

Hey, we have tags for everything you're asking for! #fake/pretend relationship, #enemies to lovers, #enemies to friends to lovers, #pining while fucking. As pining while fucking only has two posts, here are some more to add...

Curses foiled again by hapax (E)

To be blunt: in order to return to tip-top condition, Aziraphale was going to have to get laid. And the angel had spent almost six thousand years of his existence among humans assiduously avoiding anything of the sort. Aziraphale turns to his hereditary enemy for assistance with a particularly pesky curse. After all, it’s not like a demon has any feelings that might be involved.

Ambrosia by pilatesandpinot (E)

Those damn aphrodisiacs. They chatted as they soaked in the water, Crowley ate from a platter of fruit, hoping the sugar from them would somehow cure his sudden lightheadedness, as the blood in his head was probably pumping down to his groin, and get rid of the heated feeling in his abdomen, while Aziraphale lathered her arms and shoulders with oil. When she moved down to her breasts and tummy, she leaned back a bit, slowly and carefully cupping herself and making a small little hum sound as she rubbed her belly. Crowley had to bite his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning, watching the glisten of the angel’s skin, the warm glow she seemed to be emitting, her lush and curvy body sitting comfortably in the water. He was indeed fucked. ------------------------------ Aziraphale and Crowley have oysters at Petronius's, and soon learn while visiting the bath house afterwards why oysters are one of Aphrodite's favorite foods.

May My Teaching Drop as the Rain by Dee_Morris (E)

Several people on Twitter have commented that there isn't enough Ineffable Tutors content out there, and I have to agree. The book doesn't go into very much detail about what Cortese and Harrison get up to in the years they spend educating young Warlock, and as a fic writer there's nothing as much fun as a blank space to play in. I expect that the stories in this series will more or less stand alone, but I'll add notes and recaps where I think it's necessary. These will mostly be light-hearted horny adventures with little to no angst. Tags may change or be added as I write more stories.

Out There by snae_b (E)

Small town paper, small town news, and Aziraphale always gets stuck with the shit stories. Strange lights in the desert? Aziraphale might as well be writing about el Chupacabra. Again. At least his source is cute, even if he is a little out there.

The Arrangement by TawnyOwl95 (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley are set up on a blind date as a joke by their respective housemates. They decide to get their own back and call everybody's bluff by *gasp* fake dating!

Craving by DawnOfTomorrow (E)

“You want me to pay for it.” He drawled, leaning back in his chair. “Don’t put words in my mouth.” His assistant said, entirely unimpressed by the fact that he could fire her. “You said-” “I said that it would probably be a good idea for you to get some, and if you can’t be bothered to do it the normal way, that there are professional options. And then I said that if you’d like, I could recommend someone.” --- He called the fucking number. He didn’t know why – okay, he did, he was an idiot, tipsy, lonely, and horny – but he called the damn number. --- Even just looking at the blonde’s profile, he felt a twinge in his gut. Blonde curls indeed – over features that revealed the other man’s age, light eyes, and a cute, upturned nose. Slim lips, currently curved in a smile for the bartender. Crowley studied the rest of him too – a bit of chub, not enough to be fat, but definitely dad-bod territory. He sighed softly, wondering what sort of witch Anathema was, because she had been spot on about this guy being his type. He didn’t even need to see the large hands or plush thighs to make up his mind – this… this could work.

- Mod D

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ashurzs · 11 months

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STAYING QUIET <3!

smut drabble 😵‍💫

cws? bttm male reader, degrading, sex in a risky place, slight praise.

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KAMISATO AYATO, the head of the kamisato clan is a busy man. so busy in fact that he barely has time for leisurely walks or outings! but that still can't stop a certain someone from requiring.. special treatment.

- you were cute in his eyes! sure you may be too needy for your own good, but the way you look back at him in panic hearing the approaching footsteps of his housekeeper? god he just wishes to see that face more often.

- "'y-yato.. someone's comin- mmfh!"

- "what was that dear?" the smirk in his face knew it was evident in what he was doing,, i mean.. slamming his hips against your ass while you were speaking is a cheap move!

- you let out another pathetic whine as he grinds against your ass. his slim fingers tracing across your back before pulling your hair, his lips kissing the shell of your ear.

- "yeah i bet you're getting off to this huh? you act like a cheap whore in heat.. can't even keep your dick down when you're in the same room as me.." ayato chuckles as he nibbles your neck.

- "my lord, are you busy? my lady requests to see you.. she says to bring your lover with you."

- hearing thoma's voice makes you squirm and look up at your lover, his hands trailing up and down your stomach.

- "ah.. tell her i'll be out, just have to finish up this sheet. i'll wake up (y/n) as well."

- "very well, i'll tell her right away."

- waiting a bit, ayato chuckles before whispering again "i'm sorry dear, looks like we have to end early hm? but don't worry.. i'm not leaving a slut like you unfinished."

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LISA is a collected woman. sure she may just be the knights of favonious librarian, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have a sense of authority when it comes to her precious babyboy <3.

- here you are, on her lap. your cock out as she coos softly in your ear, her pointer finger and middle twisting your nipple.

- "my babyboy's so slutty,, squirming in my library knowing that anyone could walk in at any moment.."

- her words don't get to process in your mind due to her nimble fingers going down to your leaky cock..

- your breathing gets heavy once you see her slowly wrap her fingers around your sensitive cock, a whine escaping your throat as she pumps it slowly.

- "oh? i'm barely even doing anything to you my love and you're already moaning? pathetic.."

- you gulp as she speeds up her past, looking at the door you fear what'll people think of you if someone were to come in and see how disheveled you are..

- "it's okay baby.. you're so cute that even if someone were to come in, they'd probably leave and pleasure themselves to how messy you look.."

- as soon as you hear her say that, her speed quickens. your eyes widen and you grip at her wrists, a loud moan escaping from your lips. "li-lisa.. please.."

- "already begging? such an adorable little thing you are.." <3

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celiciaa · 7 months

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

EPILOGUE.

Together with the prince.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

trigger warning: slightly suggestive.

MINORS DNI.

I feel like I've had a long dream for the first time in a while.

???: ——…..Gil, please wake up.

(…Hn?)

Gilbert: Huh….

When I opened my eyes, I saw the sight of the laboratory littered with papers.

It seems that I was sleeping face down on the table, and maybe because of this strange position, every joint of my body hurt.

Emma: Good morning, Gil.

When I sit up, Emma is right beside me.

Those innocent eyes become mature and intelligent, and her plump cheeks become slim and beautiful,

Emma looked at me with a worried look on her face, and she was without a doubt an adult woman.

Gilbert: …The little rabbit is an adult.

Emma: What?

Gilbert: Hehe, nothing.

(It was just a dream.)

Emma: You look a little bit…groggy. Should I bring you some water?

Gilbert: No, it's okay.

When Emma was about to leave, I grabbed her hand and forced her onto my lap.

Unlike her child self, Emma's eyes became more focused and somewhat more emotional.

(…As time passes, I'm sure I'll forget my dreams.)

(I still vividly remember the little rabbit as a child, but it will come——)

Gilbert: Hey Emma, I have a question.

Emma: Yes, what is it?

Gilbert: Tell me about your first love?

Emma: My first love….

Gilbert: Yes, your first love.

Gilbert: There’s one, isn’t it? What happened to your first love or two?

Emma looks clearly upset.

(I think I have an idea.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: I want my big brother to love me!

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I thought a dream was just a dream but…)

Gilbert: Somehow I wanted to know.

Gilbert: I've already told you about my first love, haven’t I?

Emma: …Promise you won't kill anyone?

Gilbert: ….

Emma: Then I won’t tell you.

Gilbert: Ahaha, I'm just joking. I promise…okay?

When I looked into her face, Emma was hesitating as she lowered her eyes.

Emma: To be honest…I think it's different from first love.

Emma: I wasn't in love.

Emma: …There is a boy that the owner used to talk to me about a lot.

Emma: I've never seen his face, and I don't know what he looks like, but I've heard what he's like.

Emma: The story of a boy, who was older than me, was always filled with kindness.

Emma: I admire the fact that there are such kind and cool children in this world who can make so many people smile….

(…..)

Emma: ….I've always wanted to meet him.

Saying that I'm the one that Emma is reflecting in her clear eyes.

I was convinced by the atmosphere of probing and our conversation.

Gilbert: Disappointed?

When I gave her the "answer", Emma breathed a sigh of relief.

Emma: Not at all. You were different from what I expected….

Emma: You’re a good-looking person with your roots unchanged.

Gilbert: …Did I look the same to you?

Emma: Yes. Because the answer lies on Obsidian. **

Gilbert: ….

Emma: Many people are smiling. The town is full of life.

Emma: Of course, that doesn't mean there's no darkness at all… // Of course, it's not entirely free of darkness.

Emma: The person I admire, both present and in the past, is a cool person who can make a lot of people smile.

Gilbert: …I see.

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: You said that the roots remain the same, but that's not true.

Gilbert: The roots of flowers rot if they're in the wrong environment.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(That’s what I at least thought.)

I buried my face in Emma's chest and she patted me on the head.

I feel a tinge of happiness that this is too luxurious for an evil person like me.

As Emma said, it's proof that my roots haven't completely rotted away.

Emma: Or rather, that was Gil after all.

Gilbert: Perhaps. Just as Akatsuki was telling me about you, the reverse is certainly possible.

Gilbert: But the little rabbit is a worrier.

Gilbert: You told me not to kill anyone when you know it could be me.

Emma: Because if by any chance it's different, it'll be a big problem.

Gilbert: Ahaha. You think I might track him down and kill him?

Emma: …Even if you won’t kill him, I feel you can’t leave him unharmed….

Gilbert: Yes, that's correct.

Emma: But since it was you, there was no need to worry about that.

Gilbert: Eh, how can you be so sure?

Emma: What…?

Gilbert: After all, the person that the little rabbit admired isn't me now, is it?

Gilbert: I'm so jealous of my old self.

(I mean this.)

(Also, I found out that the old me is really inside the little rabbit.)

(To this day, she still holds onto the "old me" with her….)

(And she probably has no intention of letting it go in the future.)

The more I thought about it, the darker it swirled in my chest, and I found myself biting her skin through her blouse.

Emma: Gil!?

Gilbert: I may have been the person you admired in the past.

Gilbert: But I want you to see the current me now. The man who is a big villain and plans to conquer the world.

(We're not children anymore, so it's okay to do this?)

I slid off her corset and continued biting her nipples so that the shadow of the gentle boy's face disappeared.

Eventually, her blouse became transparent, and I bit into it, which was clearly visible through the fabric,

Emma raised her eyebrows in distress, a look she never showed when she was a child.

Gilbert: Please fall in love with me right now, little rabbit.

Gilbert: …You'll give me the role of saving the princess for the rest of my life, right?

Emma: Aahh…nnn, what are you talking about?

Gilbert: Hehe; I made a promise with the little baby rabbit.

While caressing the tips of her swollen breasts with my fingertips and kissing Emma, who was still in a daze.

(It was a dream, but——)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: Gil, help! I got captured!

Walter: You’ve finally come, hero.

Roderich: ….Doctor, you’re taking this seriously.

Walter: Shut up! Why did I, the doctor get to play as the big bad demon king——

Emma: Big brother Walter…you don’t like it?

Walter: Oh no! It's not that I don't like it. So don't cry, I'm begging you.

Walter: R-Roderich...you're my subordinate. Go get rid of the hero quickly.

Roderich: Understood.

Gilbert: Ahaha, both of you are looking good.

Gilbert: But unfortunately, the battle is over before it even begins. After all, I am a hero and an ever-victory marshal, right?

Gilbert: Look, little rabbit.

Emma: Ah, my tiger!

Walter: Why do you have the stuffed tiger? I thought I gave it to the young lady…

Gilbert: Walter, if you don't release the princess(Emma), I'll destroy this tiger, okay?

Walter: Wha?

Gilbert: What do you think would happen then? This tiger is a friend of the little rabbit, so she'll probably cry.

Gilbert: You know what will happen if the little rabbit cries…don’t you?

Walter: We lost! We’ll get going, come on.

Roderich: Too soon!?

Emma: Gil!

Gilbert: See, I'm here to pick you up. Let’s go, my princess.

Emma: Hehe, Gil is amazing. The big bad demon king lost to you immediately.

Roderich: ….Is that okay, young lady?

Gilbert: Isn't it amazing? I can do anything for you.

Gilbert: So from now on, will you give me the role of saving the princess?

Gilbert: ——Because I don't want you to pass it to anyone else.

Emma: Yes!

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Gilbert: I can't help it, I love you so much.

When I parted my lips and whispered, Emma nodded with a bright red face.

Emma: I already know?

Gilbert: Right.

Emma: Me too…

Emma: …I admire you as much as I did and still do.

Gilbert: Eh…

Emma: I made a mistake. I am in love only with Gil who is in front of me now!

Gilbert: Hehe, you’ve passed.

Emma: ….And you’re still troublesome.

Gilbert: Ahaha, I’m sorry?

(The person you admired in the past and the person I am today are completely different people….)

(At the very least, I hope I can continue to be the kind of man you fall in love with.)

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dirtybitfic · 1 month

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So wrong yet so right part 3

contains~ slight argument, make out , head(fem receiving) ,no actual sex... yet 😘

y/n pov-

My directions are telling me i'll be at the location in about 15 minutes and i'm flipping the fuck out.

The logical part of me is saying this is a very bad idea and I should have stayed home . The other part of me is saying step on the fucking gas pedal and get there as quick as possible.

I know deep down this could end very badly I mean i'm his student he's my professor thats illegal buttt as of right now I only have one thing on my mind and thats ... well I guess him but also what the fuck is going to happen when I actually arrive at what i'm guessing is his house.

Im trying to listen to music to calm my nerves but the playlist I have on is only heightening them .

freak on a leash is playing

as i'm driving through the backroads of Oregon . I honestly made my decision of where to go to college base on how beautiful Oregon is . I love when its dark and Rainey like it is tonight . I look down at my phone to see I only have about 7 minutes left and my plans start to sweat .

DEATH/BAD GIRL by black dresses comes on

as I make a turn onto a road that leads up a small windy hill .

as I reach the end of the drive way I look up to a house the exterior dark but modern.

I try to keep my jaw from dropping, I didn't expect him to live in such a nice house but it makes me even more intrigued .

I turn off my car and step out. I look like shit I didn't even get dressed in normal clothes i'm still in my sleep wear set and my ugg slippers. Given its literally 3 am at this point and he told me I had 30 minutes to get here so I was in a rush.

The front door opens and i'm met with professor Sturniolo in grey sweatpants hanging low showing his v line and slim waist and he's shirtless . Im practically drooling as I slowly make my way up the steps to him. He smirks as his eyes trace my exposed skin.

I step in front of him and timidly look into his eyes as I wait for him to speak.

hi is all he says as he smiles

I return the smile and give a quiet hi back

come in he says motioning me in with his hand

I step past him into the house taking a deep breathe in . The house smells so good like sandlewood and pine tree . I hear him shut the door and his steps come up behind me so I turn around and face him.

I know your probably wandering why I called you here at 2 am

yeah it was a bit... out of the ordinary

he chuckles softly before shaking his head and looking back at me

after I read your story I just... I couldn't stop thinking about you

mmm so I guess you liked it I say in a slight teasing tone.

he steps forward pressing his front to mine as his large hand slides to the side of my face .

oh trust me I loved it he says before his hand slides down to my neck holding it firmly as I swallow and look up at him.

he leans down so close our lips are mere centimeters apart.

Let me show you just how much I liked it yeah he says in a deep tone that has my knees buckling

O-okay I say in a tone so soft I sound out of breath .

He grabs my hand and leads me up a staircase into a large door leading into a smaller living room .

He walks to a couch and sits down pulling me onto his lap. A small gasp leaves my lips from the force of his pull . His hands lace through my hair as he pulls me in and our lips crash together in a gentle kiss.

The gentleness of the loss goes away as it turns into a deep and hungry make out.

My hands move around his neck as I pull the hair at the base of his back and he groans into the kiss as I start grinding onto him feeling him grow underneath me.

He stops movements as he detaches are lips pulling my bottom lip with his teeth and watching it bounce back into place.

Stand up for me he says as he taps my thighs and I do .

Take off your bottoms and lay down for me he says with a lustful look in his eyes that have me doing what he says in a heartbeat.

After removing my shorts I lay down on the couch and he moves so he’s between my legs. I look down at him as he smiles up at me before he kisses my inner thighs and I drop my head back as small whimpers escape my lips.

He bites down and I yelp.

He chuckles softly as he does it again and I moan . It’s tightly painful but also feels good .

His hand moves to my thong that I still have on as he pulls it to the side and blows cold air on my bare pussy causing me to jolt.

He smiles as he does it again .

F-fuck please I whine feeling needy and just wanting him to touch me already .

He smirks at my whining .

So needy he says in a tone that makes me feel slightly embarrassed .

I sigh as I look down at him and god he looks so fucking hot from this angle.

He dips his tongue out licking a stripe up my soaked pussy and I moan.

He latches his lips around my clit and sucks causing moans to slip past my lips and I throw my head back getting lost in the pleasure.

Fuck oh my g-god I whine out at he licks and sucks expertly . There’s a reason I like older men they know exactly how to make woman feel good .

You like how your professor licks your pussy hmm he says in a teasing tone before going back to licking my clit as his fingers of his free hand meet my entrance.

Y-yes oh my

He slides two fingers in as he sucks on my clit causing my breathe to catch and a lewd moan to come out.

He moves his fingers at the perfect pace and angle as his mouth works wonders on my clit . The pleasure so amazing my legs are shaking and my breathing is loud and raspy . I’m a shaking moaning mess for him and all the bad feelings about what’s happening right now wash away.

F-FUCK OH MY-

I gasp out at my orgasm approaching and my stomach tightens with the pressure .

I’m so close fuck please don’t stop I whine out .

I won’t sweetheart he groans as he goes back to licking and sucking .

I scream out as I cum all over his fingers as my legs shake and close in around his head as he licks helping me through my orgasm.

As I come down I loosen my legs around his head and he comes up with a smirk on his face as he he pulls his fingers out of me and sucks my juices off of them .

Such a good girl for me he says before placing a sweet kiss on my lips.

He pulls away tucking a strand off hair behind my ear before smiling softly at me .

It’s late and I know you have class tomorrow you should go home and get some sleep

I look at him confused as to why he would call me over this late just to eat me out .

But you didn’t I start saying my confusion showing in my face

Trust me I got more than enough pleasure from what I just did to you

I blink before standing up and grabbing my shorts and slipping them back on .

He leads me back to the front door and watches me slip my shoes back on .

I look at him with a smile on my face and he returns it before pulling me into a warm gentle hug. His hand smooths over my hair as I inhale his intoxicating scent .

I pull back and look up at him as he smiles down at me .

Be a good girl and drive safe . I’ll see you in class Friday okay

Y-yeah I will by professor sturniolo I say as I step out of the door . I don’t actually know his first name which is crazy because of what happened a couple minutes ago.

Y/n he calls as I step down the stairs.

I turn to look at him

Yeah?

Call me Matt when we’re not in class

Okay well … Matt see you in class Friday I say as I continue walking to my car .

I get in and turn on my car and look up to see he’s still standing there leaning against the door arms crossed over his chest with a smile on his face. I’m guessing he’s making sure I get out safely and I can’t help but smile.

I pull out of the drive way and make my 20 minute drive home . I have to blast music to keep myself awake.

I pull into my parking spot and get out walking to the elevator up to my apartment floor and unlock it . I throw my keys on the counter then go to the bathroom since I really had to pee then I tiredly make my way into bed laying down and looking up at the ceiling.

As much as I enjoyed tonight I’m still confused. I thought idk maybe he wanted to have sex but … nope.

There’s no way I’m making it to class tomorrow it’s already 5 am and my first and second classes are from 8-10 and 10:30-12 . I’m way too fucking tired so I plug in my phone without setting alarms and slowly nod off to sleep.

I have a feeling class on Friday is gonna be … interesting.

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