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I am a black writer, but my works can be read by anyone. I don't post here much, but if you contact me here, I will answer. My requests are open!

I'm not the best writer, but I used to also write on Wattpad when I was younger (I still have my stories up on the app, I just don't use the app anymore) so I have some experience

I was supposed to attend college but unfortunately I am unable to because I cannot afford the tuition. The scholarship I have is on hold on I cannot pay anything out my pocket, this has led me into a spiral of depression so I probably won't have any motivation to write sometimes. Please support me by donating anything you can here (REQUEST THERE!) I need money for food and necessities! I am an editor and a writer. I am job hunting but it is going terribly which is also affecting my health.

Some things I've written!

DEVIL MAY CRY

Dante Sparda

Care - NSFW

Praises to the legendary devil hunter - NSFW

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield

You and Me? - NSFW

Old Man - NSFW

Love and Deepspace

Sylus

New You - NSFW

New You - NSFW P2

Breathe - NSFW

Caleb

Weed and Love - NSFW

Zayne

Hair Care - Fluff

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Hells Trumpet - pending story

EDITS

More edits on my TikTok!

Mc - love and deepspace

MC - love and deepspace

MC - love and deepspace

Leon/zayne - LADs/resident evil

Sylus/jake - LADs/R.E.

Sylus - LADs

This is all I have for right now! I have some in drafts, but those are hella old and probably won't be posted. I will write more characters, but I'll need to give it time.

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stuck gemstones

sylusmc where you try to not hop back into bed with him again after being too busy handling business that he couldn't message you too much after the last time and you end up with a vibrator stuck in you and having to ask him for help anyways

pairings: sylus/unnamed afab [you/mc]

tags: shameless smut, eventual smut because the build up hold back on taking his dingdong out, stuck vibrators, 69, doggy style, oral, face fuccing!!!!!!

word count: 8.1k

a/n: FINAL PART TO STUCK VIBRATOR SERIES YIPPEPEEEEE! first time writing sylus im so nervous.........pls i hope u like it im begging on my knees. pls like it. i'll announce the next series soon :3

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STUCK VIBRATOR SERIES: xavier caleb rafayel zayne sylus

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“I can’t believe they chose this weekend of all weekends to do their protocore business…” Simone huffed as she packed up her new experimental weapon into its case. 

“To be fair…it’s kind of the perfect time to. Everyone’s distracted downtown for the food festival, which probably makes smuggling a lot easier. They might even cover themselves up as food vendors.” You made sure your handguns were loaded and ready, just in case. The job the association assigned to your team was stressful, to say the least. Another case of protocore smugglers. The previous job had you on bed rest for a week from their own experimental weapons. You were more reassured this time round since you had your own engineer, Simone, but it didn’t shake the nerves completely away. 

“The food festival that I wanted to go to.” She groaned, zipping up her last weapon case before slamming back down onto the bed of the hotel. They weren’t allowed to go home during the mission since they could end up getting followed, so they were put in a hotel. “Nero said he’ll call us in thirty minutes to discuss the gameplan with Jenna for tonight. I think he’s on the same page as you regarding them hiding as food vendors…but he has some sort of protocore detector to easily scan the area.”  She pointed at a box with the Hunter’s symbol by the door. “We’re most likely going to be right in the center.”

“I thought we were staking out the warehouse? Rendezvous point?” You looked at her confused, plopping down beside her on the bed. 

“We will…the festival is a two-day event. Andrew said that they’re transporting to the warehouse today. And then they leave Linkon, tomorrow. Hopefully we intercept them tonight, if not, we can at least pinpoint WHICH warehouse they’re going to be at.” She groaned, checking her watch for any alerts.

You stood back up and looked at her, pointing at your outfit. “We’re supposed to be undercover then…”

She instantly sat up, “Shit.”

The two of you instantly changed out of your Hunter’s uniform to something casual, yet something that could conceal the weapons you two had. “Why did you pack dresses?” You asked Simone. You had nothing packed that could’ve hid anything so you had to resort to one of Simone’s things.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I thought I’d celebrate after. By the way…I’ve been meaning to ask you where you got those guns. I’ve seen you in combat, and I know that isn’t mine or the Hunter’s work. They’re impressive.”

You pulled one out of the holster from your thigh, examining it with a small smile on your face. “Cool, huh?” You twirled it by the loop on your finger, a move you’ve seen the gifter do a lot to show off. “I know a guy.” Sylus.

Simone rolled her eyes. “Alright, keep your secrets. At least ask them for some blueprints or something for me next time.”

You checked your phone for anything regarding him, but he was practically AWOL. Which happened a lot. You never used to really care when he would disappear randomly, you knew he was a busy man with a lot of people to deal with. Except before, you hadn’t slept with him yet. Now you’re restless and worried. You knew he wasn’t the type to just hit it and quit it, but you knew that his line of work was as worrying as yours, if not worse. And despite knowing that, you still didn’t know what the two of you were. The moment the two of you finally collided, the world seemed to have begun the steps towards Doomsday; wanderers popped out of nowhere, corrupt corporations wanted to take control, and there was no time for the two of you to spend time with each other to sort things out. You let out an exasperated sigh, one that Simone brushed off as dread for the mission. 

The rundown was what Simone and you had already talked about. The two of you were going to go undercover at the food festival to seek out any suspicious stalls. Simone’s wish of attending the event was fulfilled only partially since the two of them were on high alert and too nervous to stomach anything. The mission itself seemed straightforward, but the moment the two of you had arrived at the venue, you were already overwhelmed.

Bright lights covered downtown, and so did hundreds of people. Large food stalls and multiple kids were running around. It was as if everyone from the city decided to come out. You cursed at the perfect timing of the black market dealers. “Should we split up? Buy something from a stall, it would look suspicious if we’re walking around without eating anything…just nibble” You told Simone who nodded before heading the opposite direction. You checked your watch discreetly to make sure you had her location. 

You walked through the streets, purchasing a small drink from a random stall that you deemed normal, and scanned the area for anything. The scanner they had provided was hidden to look like a smartphone, making it look like you were just taking pictures of the scenery. Despite the handy device, it felt almost hopeless. There were countless stalls with a lot of boxes and crates that could have contained anything. If the smugglers were smart, they would have found a way to block any signals to penetrate their boxes.

As you looked around, distressed, a familiar red glint came from a tree. As if someone or something was watching you. It would have been suspicious, except the red light came from a little black bird.

Mephisto.

Your eyebrows furrowed with confusion as you wondered why he would be there. And you couldn’t help but wonder if Sylus was nearby as well. You looked around, his tall stature and silver hair would have been hard to miss even with the crowd but nothing. You sighed and then went back to scanning the area for your mission until there was a crackle in your ear piece and a familiar voice came through.

“You must be tired, sweetie. You’re not your usual sharp self.” Sylus’s deep voice cut through the static. “There’s two pomegranate stalls on your left, and one of them says ‘sold out’ even when there’s still large crates on the floor.” 

“S-Sy…” You wanted to be upset but your eyes found what he was talking about. The only issue was that the boxes had a familiar branding that just looked slightly off. “Are they copying your fruit logo?”

There was a hearty laugh on the other end of the line. “Fools were trying to copy my brand, not even knowing the true owner. I’ve heard word around the N109 zone that there’s new technology to combat the Hunters frequencies…but I had Mephisto drill through a side of the box. You should check for moles at your workplace.”

You sat down on a bench that sat near the stall you were eyeing and pretended to text on the scanner, getting a good shot of the boxes. The hole was large enough to get an energy reading off the rare protocores stored inside. You decided to worry about a mole later on once you debriefed the situation with Jenna. Although, you know Simone would get the message once she saw the lining of the boxes. 

“Good luck, kitten. We’ll see each other soon. I’ll let you alert your friends now.” Sylus said. 

And before you could argue or thank him, something you always felt conflicted with, the line went dead before the familiar buzz came back. “Simone, I got it.”

Subduing the people who were watching the stall was no easy feat to do in a crowded place. Luckily Simone ‘s technology included an easy way to knock them out. The two of you simply pretended to have questions about the farm they supposedly got their fruits from and she was able to shoot out her weapon quickly without anyone noticing. You sent out a signal to the other Hunters that were placed on the skirts of downtown that two of you had located and secured the protocores. 

“Nice catch, partner.” Simone said as she bent down to look at the boxes. “You’re lucky there was a break in this container…it looks like we wouldn’t have been able to scan this at all with this…” She took a sample of the material that covered the inside for Nero to examine later on. 

All of a sudden there was a guy who loudly cursed, making you turn to look at him. His face was on the bulletin board of wanted Tenebraes at the association, something you often looked at when you spaced out at your desk. “Stay here and wait for the other units.” You quickly said to Simone who wanted to protest before you started running towards him. 

The two of you zigzagged through the crowd, whilst he was pushing people down, you managed to swiftly avoid anyone. You radioed in that you were in pursuit of a runner, but you knew that you were the only one in the area since everyone had already headed the opposite direction. The of you made it out of the main event area and was just running through the streets of Linkon and he dashed into an alleyway.

He was cornered and you were at a perfect shot. You grabbed one of your guns from your thigh holster and aimed at him. “Stand down!” You yelled, holding your gun steadily. You hoped to god that you didn’t have to use the gun, because Hunter weapons can’t actually harm humans and you just weren’t sure if Sylus’s followed the same rules. While your gun was still aimed at him, you pinged your location to other Hunters.

“Back away from him, he might be dangerous.” You heard Jenne speak to you through the ear piece. “Simone is on her way with the d-” You couldn’t make clear what she said because the one glance away caused you to lose sight of him taking out a device to shoot at you. A sharp pain ran up your left thigh and you stumbled slightly. Before he could run off, your quick thinking made you shoot at a wall mounted sign just enough to fall on top of the Tenebra, making him fall to the ground with a grunt. 

You put pressure on your thigh, thinking you’ve been grazed and when you brought your palm back up, there was certainly blood. “Shit…” Simone and another Hunter came a few moments after, prepared to ambush until they found the scene.

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“You did good…” Simone said to you as you sat on the closed toilet, keeping pressure on your wound. “We could have gotten you to a medic at the Association, you know. Or a hospital?” 

You shook your head. “They’d end up putting me off this case…” You cursed at yourself for your lack of attentiveness, sighing.

“The case is done, we got the-” Simone tried to answer before you intervened again, shaking your head.

“That guy we caught…he’s still working with someone. And I honestly don’t think we have all the protocores. I think there’s a mole…We just acquired those protocore detectors and were the first ones to use them. How do they already have something to combat it?” You hissed as you cleaned up your wound, finding a small cut. You pressed at the side of your thigh and felt something hard. “Simone! I’m too squeamish…I need you to pick something out.”

She came to your aid with tweezers and instantly knelt down at your thigh, huffing. “I told you…medics would have had some numbing cream or something. You owe me a new dress, by the way. As for the mole, I was thinking the same thing. We’ll definitely figure it out.”

You looked away before she dug in with her tweezers. A few agonizing seconds passed by before you felt relief and heard a curse. 

“We should have definitely gone to the Association…” You looked back and saw a small chip. “Think this a dud or a tracking device?” She placed it on the bathroom counter before smashing it with the bottle of hand soap. “They might have already looked at our location, we’ve been in here long enough. Let’s get packing after you clean it up.”

You sheepishly apologized as you cleaned up your wound. Luckily for you, it felt more like a small cut than a bullet wound. All you had to do was clean it again and wrap it up. The two of you packed your things and headed out, looking around to be cautious. Simone decided to go back to the Association while you found another place to stay at. You begged to go with her, but she eventually reminded you that you were the one working for two weeks straight. 

“I will follow your suspicions, and I will 100% let you know about continuing the stakeout tomorrow. You might have trouble finding another hotel, though. You got this?” She patted your shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be well rested for tomorrow.” You reassured her as she got into the cab. You grabbed one for yourself and headed out to Sylus’s Linkon safe house. The food festival filled up every other hotel in the city, so you decided to finally accept his invitation to use his belongings. He had a safe house in every city, this was just the first time you would have to stay the night. The moment you arrived at the door, Mephisto landed on the mailbox. You ruffled one of his feathers with your index finger. “Are you gonna tell your dad that I’m here?” You rolled your eyes before punching in the code to the door.

The moment you walked in, you saw Sylus down the hall in the kitchen. “He doesn’t have to tell me, sweetie.” He was in his usual workout fit, except instead of shorts, he had gray sweats on. He wasn’t wearing his hand wraps so he ended up just looking like he was lounging. And you would have been lying if you said you didn’t find it sexy. Sylus walked over to you and grabbed your bag. “I’ll take you to your room.” He smirked before turning to walk. 

“Wait, what are you doing here? In Linkon? And why didn’t you say anything?” A bit of anger rose up your throat as the realization sat in that he hadn’t said much. Especially about the two of you. The walk down the hallway reminded you of your night together, a small flash back of him carrying you into the bedroom at the other house made you shiver. 

He walked you into one of the guest rooms, which was surprisingly decorated cozily. “Where’s my ‘thank you’ for earlier? You would have been at that festival all night without me…maybe.” Despite being faced away from you, you could hear the smirk in his words.

“Th-thank you.” You said, letting out a small grumble. The two of you stood at the doorway of the room, close to each other. You could smell him and feel his warmth. “Are you gonna answer any of the questions?” You asked, facing him, leaning against the door frame.

He plopped your bag down on the floor before facing you, mirroring your actions. “Why? Did you miss me?” He put his hand above your head, leaning down towards you. His head cocked with a smug look. “If you missed me so, you should have said something in your multiple messages, kitten.” 

Your face tilted upwards at him, by instinct. It felt like a magnet to you, like your lips should be connected. “You didn’t say it either. You didn’t say much of anything, actually. Should I take that as you not missing me?” You cocked your eyebrow at him, pushing him.

Before the two of you got any closer, Sylus turned his face, laughing. He stood back straight and crossed his arms, looking back at you. “I made dinner. Just enough for two. Care to join me?” He walked off without giving you a chance to respond. He paused in the hallway, turning back to look at you. “And I know I said you look beautiful in red, but I didn’t mean to get covered in your blood, kitten.” He let out a mocking scoff with a smile before walking to the kitchen again.

You huffed, frustrated in more ways than one. You looked down to find the dress that Simone had you wear was stained at the hem where your thigh was hit. You decided to just take a shower altogether. A long shower. Even if you were annoyed at Sylus, there was a need for him that was gnawing at you. You unwrapped your bandage and saw that the cut had dried slightly. With a light press, it still hurt, but it wasn’t anywhere near a bullet or stab wound. 

The bathroom to the guest bedroom was fully stocked. Skincare from the place you shopped at, shampoo and conditioner that you always used, and even the hand soap from his house that you always complimented. You wanted to stay annoyed at him, but the small details he paid attention to made your stomach fill with butterflies. “Ass…” You muttered under your breath with a small smile growing. 

You stepped into the steaming hot shower, the practically boiling water soothed the muscles that you started noticing was aching after weeks of work. As you washed yourself, the hands that touched your body reminded you of how he held you all those weeks ago. Each tender caress of his calloused fingers, each trace of your curves…you were starving for more. Your hands moved down in between your folds and cursed at how you weren’t wet from the water, but your body was ready to take him again. You just didn’t want to give him the satisfaction after being so aloof for the past few days. 

After your shower, you wrapped up your wound again, since it opened up slightly from the hot water, and then got dressed again. Short pajama shorts and a gray cropped tank top. You ditched the bra since you knew that he’s already seen it all before and you weren’t one to sleep with one on.

You walked out with a small hair towel around your neck and saw Sylus on the phone at the kitchen island. His eyes met yours and a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lip. “Update me later.” He said into the phone before hanging up. “You don’t have work tomorrow, by the way. Your friend should be messaging you in a few minutes once the news reaches them.” He said before turning to the fridge to grab you a glass of water. 

As you sat on the stool at the breakfast bar, your fingers tapped at the marble countertop. You cocked your head at him, urging for more information. 

Sylus sighed, as if you doubted him. He walked towards you with the water, placing it in front of you and then circled around the counter next to you. He turned your stool over so you could face him, slipping in between your legs.

Close, too close.

His hands roamed up your wounded thigh, his thumb grazing atop the cut. “You don’t think I’d let them stick a tracker onto you and let them actually follow you, did you?” His touches were soft and not enough. “Luke and Kieran found his partner and handled the rest. I know our Hunter here is a bit of a workaholic…but this was my business too. They had something I wanted.” His other hand came up to the side of your face, tucking a strand of damp hair behind your ear, his knuckles caressing your cheeks. As you pulled closer into his face, he was already gone, circling back around the counter to grab your dinner. “They took something of mine…not any of your Association’s protocores, so don’t worry. Not to mention, they tried to hide behind my property. Surely, you understand my motives.” He moved your water and placed a plate of food in front of you. Always something hearty and plated expensively. 

“I guess…how did you know that I-” You were about to ask about the tracker, but you heard a squawk from another room. “Ahh…I should’ve known Mephie was still keeping watch.” You sighed, grabbing a fork. “Are the two okay?” You took a bite of the food, the hunger finally hitting you as the first bite took its course. 

Sylus ate with you, standing in front of you, eating on the kitchen counter whilst you were on the bar. “They’re heading back to the base now. I think they had fun. I didn’t mention they harmed you, though. They’ve been rather worried about you during our time apart, I’m afraid they’d go a bit haywire if they found out what happened.” 

“It wasn’t even bad…” You mumbled, taking another bite. Each time you looked up at him, he was already looking at you. You couldn’t help the blush from spreading across your face, but you didn’t bother to cover it up either. You were rather engrossed with the food he made for you. “You should see the other guy,” you straightened yourself up, beaming at him.

Sylus let out a booming laugh, “I did, sweetie. It was a very smart move.” He tapped on his temple with his index finger. “As expected for our darling Hunter.”

“So…are you gonna tell me why you didn’t contact said ‘darling Hunter’?” You pouted as your fork hit the plate a bit louder than before, practically stabbing your food. You hand clenched around the silverware. Despite being as busy as you were, every free moment had been used to check your phone for any sign of him. He had short responses, or he would disappear mid response.

“You still haven’t said you missed me.” He responded, looking down at his food but his eyes meeting yours through his eyelashes. A red glint that was similar to Mephisto’s shone at you.

“And you still avoid my questions.” You dropped your fork onto your plate, crossing your arms together.

“You never acted this bratty during my absences before,” he smirked at you, mirroring your image. “Were you thinking about our last meeting?” He walked around the counter again to stand behind you, holding your posture still by the shoulders so you couldn’t face him. “You must have been too busy with this mission, you hadn’t noticed the few explosions on the outskirts of town. Unfortunately, it’s been hell. I’ve been preoccupied.” His hand wrapped around your throat from behind, not with a choking intent, but a softer, teasing caress. His fingers trailed up your neck, pushing your chin up to meet his eyes. “How would you like me to apologize?” His face leaned down and you could feel his warm breath on your face. “Shall we continue where we left off?”

Your heart and heat were screaming ‘yes’ multiple times. Yet your mind wanted payback. As he leaned closer to your face, as if he was about to press a kiss on your nose, you grabbed the hand on your neck and pulled it down, moving your head down with it. “A simple sorry is all I need.” You pretended to ignore how warm he felt behind you, and how his cock was pressed up against you. You picked up your fork again, moving the vegetables on your plate to look busy. “I’m just glad you’re back in one piece. Are you hurt?” You cleared your throat awkwardly.

A small chuckle left him and his arms caged you into the bar, both hands grabbing a piece of the counter on either side of you. His head moved to one of your ears as his breath tickled the shell of it. “I might. Does my doctor want to check? What if I missed a spot and get an infection?”

You attempted to conceal the shiver that went up your spine. “You heal quickly…you’ll survive. Are you preying on an exhausted Hunter?” Your voice shook a little from anticipation as you squeezed your legs together.

“Not exactly.” His lips brushed against the top of your ear, his voice making you squirm in your seat. “Just wondering how much it takes to hear that you missed me.” He placed a quick kiss on the back of your ear and then moved slightly forward, his teeth scratching at your ear.

“Maybe.” You kept your front steady, not wanting to cave in too quickly. You turned your seat around, forcing him to back up slightly, and faced him. He regained his previous spot and leaned back into you, exchanging breaths. You closed the distance just enough for your noses to brush against each other, your hand moving up to hold his cheek. “Thanks for dinner, Sy. Good night.” Your thumb rested right above the corner of his lip and you tilted your head slightly to give your own digit a small kiss, teasing him. You then hopped down the stool, ignoring how his bulge rubbed against your hip and ignoring how badly you wanted to pull it out, before walking back into your room. 

You stood against the door after you closed it, breathless. He already knew your weak spots and he only had you one time. Albeit, it was a long time, but you were still surprised. You hand crept up to the ear he was teasing and you almost let out a soft moan just thinking of him biting it. As much as you wanted to play into his antics, you were proud you were able to hold off on it. He had you worried for weeks, he could wait another day. 

You just didn’t think you could wait without doing anything about your horniness yourself. 

Your phone buzzed on your bed and you opened it up to find the messages Sylus already predicted earlier. Simone seemed confused as to how the last few boxes of protocores were found near the warehouse, along with passed out smugglers. They even found the device connected to the tracker so she said you could return to the hotel room, if needed. And you finally had a day off. A day you planned to spend with Sylus. 

There was unbearable heat in between your legs as sex flashbacks flooded your mind thinking about him. You instantly grabbed your bag and rummaged to find your small toiletry bag. When you were sent out for the mission, you initially assumed you were going to be in a hotel room by yourself. Since you’ve been pretty frustrated with Sylus and on edge as a whole from work, you packed your trusty little vibrator. Although the ache you felt could’ve been better solved by your bigger wand, you aimed to pack the more portable, wireless, silicone egg. You needed something in you anyways, you just wished it Sylus instead. Instead, you remained hopeful for the following day.

The bed was extremely comfortable and if you weren’t so horny, you would have probably passed out from exhaustion. You giddily kicked off your shorts and instantly ran your fingers down your folds. Your middle finger slid down to your entrance, playing with it softly as you bit your lip to avoid making any sounds. You were soaked. It made you remember how Sylus’s fingers felt inside of you. Your one finger was nothing compared to his. His finger was thick and his touch felt calculated against you. You closed your eyes trying to relive it, and it wasn’t so hard since you’ve thought about it every night since. Every free night you had was spent touching yourself to him, and you wished dearly that he did the same thing. 

Your hips gyrated against your fingers as you imagined Sylus stroking himself like he did when he finished himself off on your stomach. The memory made a pit of fire grow in your lower stomach, the way he held onto your boob as he came all over your stomach with a grunt. The way he kept eye contact with you and muttered how pretty you looked, even as a wreck because of him. Your other hand came up to your mouth, suppressing a moan that would have definitely been heard. 

You flipped yourself onto your stomach, your other hand still touching yourself, steadying yourself with your free elbow. As much as you loved how he fucked you missionary style, the angles he hit once he flipped you over was delectable, to say the least. You took your fingers away from your core, feeling a slick string from how wet you were. You rummaged beside you to grab the egg, easily finding the button to turn it on. One press, two presses, and then the third press. Strongest, steady vibration setting. Almost enough to make up for the lack of length inside of you. You gripped the sheets tight as you brought the egg under and in between you, teasing your clit with the vibrations. You muffled your moans with the pillow, even drooling a little. You stuck your ass up into the air even more, pretending he was behind you. You brought the egg to your entrance, pushing the egg into your hole. “Mmpf…” You moaned into the pillow again.

The vibrator was easily sucked into your pussy, like your walls were waiting for something to fill you up. You grabbed the rubber tail of the vibrator, gripping it to push it in and out. You did your best to mimic how he thrusted into you that night. It wasn’t perfect, it didn’t have the stretch and it didn’t reach you in the places only he could, but it was close enough for you to grip the sheets with the imagination. His words rung in your head; sweet praises as his usually hard facade crumbled from right behind you. “Sylus…mpf…fuck.” You muttered, turning your head to the side so you could breathe.

You pushed it deep inside of you, just to feel the vibrations deeper where he would be. Your fingers moved back to your clit, rubbing it in circles. You wanted him, you needed him. After a few moments, the idea of him just being a few steps away made it even harder to finish. When you didn’t know where he was, it was easier to be desperate to finish yourself off. When you knew he was near you, you couldn’t help but need more.

You turned back around onto your back, frustrated. You gave up. You knew he would still be awake, so you reached down to pull the egg out like you always did…yet when you tugged on it, the rubber tail just snapped off. The well-loved vibrator was sick and tired of your rough pulling and gave up on you. “No no no…” You muttered, upset. You sat up with your legs wide open, the vibration becoming more of an irritation than pleasure. You reached in to try to grasp at the broken rubber nubbin, yet you were wet and slippery. Two or three fingers weren’t enough to grab it, and even if you could, it was too slippery and your walls would clench, swallowing it further into you. You fell back onto your back, sighing out of frustration. “Whatever…” 

With a sigh of defeat, you stood up. As much as anger was overtaking your horniness, it was still present and your legs wobbled. You walked over to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it. And you walked out with nothing but a tank top on, your bare ass with a vibrator inside of you out for show. You threw out your shame since there was no way you were getting it out yourself, and he had already seen you naked. The kitchen was clean and he was nowhere in the living room. So then you turned back into the hallway where your room was and saw a light underneath the door at the end of the hall. You stomped your way over, ignoring how there was something vibrating inside of you, and slammed open the door. “Sy-” You were about to call out to him until the scene in front of you made you stop in your tracks.

Sylus was on his bed, much like how you found him sleeping the first night you met him, only this time, his cock was in his hand. His sweatpants were just below his hips, enough to pull it out. His black tank top was pulled up above his abs, one of his nipples peeking out. And he was full-on stroking it. He didn’t even stop when you barged in, he just smirked at you, his hand moving slower. “Well…I don’t recall saying my prayers out loud, but I’m glad someone was listening to my thoughts. Did you come to help, sweetheart?” He was stroking himself so slowly, you wondered how it was helping his cock that looked angrily red at the tip. His eyes roamed you and you felt a bit more exposed, but you liked it a lot.

“What are you doing…?” You mumbled out loud, mentally smacking yourself on the forehead from the stupid question.

“Judging from how shiny the inside of your thighs are…and your lack of wardrobe, I’d say we were doing the same thing. Were you thinking about me too, kitten?” Sylus’s free hand moved outward, as if to invite you in. “Why don’t we help each other? Or do you plan to keep your revenge going?” He was smug…but he was smug for a reason.

You didn’t want to give in too easily though, “I just came because…” Your confidence went out the window when you were about to explain what happened, but the vibrations were turning a little too euphoric again from seeing him. “M-my toy’s stuck inside of me. Can you get it out?” You wanted to look away, but you were in a trance at him slowly jerking himself off. The lamp beside his bed helped you see how shiny it was with his own excitement. “Don’t laugh or I swear to god, I’ll go to a hospital and have one of the doctors help me out instead.”

His face hardened just for a second as he was about to laugh before a smug smile returned. “You’re going to have to come to me if you want me to help.” He let go of his cock yet it was still standing tall and proud, leaning towards his stomach from the weight of it all.

You trudged over and there was a mix of emotions in you. Excitement, embarrassment, humiliation, but horny overtook it all. You stood at the side of his bed, waiting for further instructions. 

Sylus noticed and he chuckled, “So obedient now, aren’t you?”

“Just get it out, Sy…” You sheepishly muttered.

The hand closest to you came in between your legs, his two fingers dipping into your pussy. “Mm, you’re soaked. Should we thank this toy for that or…?” His eyes looked up at you, teasing you. He rubbed at your entrance, making you clench around the toy, feeling the vibrations even more and your legs wobbled.

“Can’t you just use your evol…?” You winced, holding back a moan as his fingers were playing with you.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He smirked, pulling his hand back. “Ow…the angle hurts my hand.” He feigned injury, making you almost roll your eyes. “I think I need you to climb over my face.” 

He must have expected you to fight back since there was a pause once you instantly got on the bed, swinging your leg over his face, straddling it. “Better?” You couldn’t help but have your face shake. His breath as he laughed was right on your heat, tickling it. Your legs were even shaking just from holding yourself up. And his cock was right in front of you, hard and twitching. “Just take it out…plea- hngh…fuck.” His fingers were instantly inside of you, deep inside of you.

“You’re still tight, kitten…even with this thing inside of you?” He cursed under his breath. “I think I can help you better if you’re not just looking at my cock, by the way. Feel free to have your way…” His fingers curled inside of you, making you fall forward.

Your hair must have tickled his dick, judging from how he grunted slightly, the length twitching. “Fine…” You dejectedly said, despite being so excited. His fingers were in you, paired with a vibrating toy. It felt blissful and sexy. It reached places you couldn’t for weeks. And it was Sylus, the person you’ve been craving this entire time. You grabbed his dick from the base, your wrist resting on his pubic bone, the hair tickling you slightly. “Fuck…” You muttered at how heavy and warm it was. You licked from the bottom to the top, and right when you did, his fingers went impossibly deeper into you. 

“God, you’re such a tease. A perfect…little tease.” He breathed out a laugh. “Fuck this toy, only I belong in here.” You felt him curl even more into your pussy, possibly curling around the toy and he pulled it out swiftly, the vibrations echoing in the room. He turned it off and tossed it onto the ground before he grabbed the globes of your ass and pushed you down to his face.

“Oh my fuckin- ngghhh…Sylus…fuck!” You nearly screamed, his tongue already lapping at you, the tip teasing at your clit before fucking into your hole. You couldn’t help but grind down onto him. “So fucking good, Sy…holy shhhh- fuuck.” Your forehead fell to his thigh, your hand stroking his cock lazily.

Sylus pulled away slightly, his breath tickling your pussy. “Yeah? Show me how much you missed me since you won’t use your words. And I’ll show you how much I need you.” He pulled you back down onto his mouth, eating you like a man who had been starved for weeks.

You managed to pull yourself up slightly, letting your drool spill onto the tip of his cock, spitting just a bit more to help with stroking it. You tightened your grasp around it, moving up and down, squeezing your thumb and index finger harder as you reached the head. His hips twitched every single time, and you wanted to see even more signs of him enjoying himself. You pulled all your hair to one side and then opened your mouth. As you curled your lips over your teeth, you took him into your mouth. He was thick and long, it was hard to fully take him in, but you did your best. Your own hips mindlessly grinded against his mouth, and you moaned around the head of his cock. As you took him in deeper and deeper, you stroked the remainder with your hand.

The room filled with two sets of obscene slurping, lewd squelching, and loud, muffled moaning. Each moan of his made it vibrate against your clit, making it hundreds of times more pleasurable, and you knew he felt the same way. One hand gripped at your ass whilst the other roamed up your back, tangling itself into your hair, holding you still. “Pinch my thigh, if you can’t take it…” He groaned out before planting his feet onto the bed. 

You fully braced yourself, excited.

His hips slowly moved up and down from the mattress as he held your head in place. Sylus was a god at multitasking the way he ate you out with the same precision whilst simultaneously building speed to fuck your mouth. He didn’t go too fast, but he went deep. You slacked your jaw and clutched at the fabric of his sweatpants, as you tried your best to take him. “Fuck, you’re squeezing around my tongue so fucking good, kitten. You don’t know how badly I’ve been wanting to try this. So fucking good for me…” He muttered in between licks at your cunt. “You like this shit? Should’ve done this earlier since you wanted to act like I didn’t want you…I always want you…” He cursed, his grip on your ass and hair tightened. “Fuck…it’s been so long, I could cum righ-” He groaned, trying to pull you up.

Yet you sat yourself further into his mouth, grinding into his tongue, chasing your own orgasm. And then you wrapped one of your arms under his leg, holding you in place as he shot his load down your throat. It was thick and salty, but you swallowed around his cock, taking every drop. 

Sylus grunted into your core as his hips stuttered, still licking away at you until you also came, gushing all over his mouth which he also drank up. His hand let go of your hair and his other hand rubbed circles on your asscheek. He continued to lick you through your orgasm.

You let his dick go from your mouth with a pop, licking it clean. It was still hard, as if he didn’t just cum. “Fuck, Sylus…” You groaned, your legs fully shaking around him before he finally let you go. You rolled off of him, laying down beside him. “You piss me off…but fuck this was so…good.” You heaved, trying to catch your breath as you twitched, post-orgasm.

Sylus let out a soft, breathy laugh. “Surely you don’t think this was enough? We have so much lost time to make up for, sweetie.” He fully pulled his pants down and got on his knees on the bed, right at your feet. His dick was still hard and angry.

You propped yourself up with your elbows, attempting to make eye contact with him but couldn’t help but constantly stare at his cock. “Yeah?”

“I made my GIRLFRIEND worry, I should make it up to her, shouldn’t I?” He smirked down at you. “Or do you have a problem with that?”

Your face burned, surprised at the title. You were sure you two were more than friends, but you nearly passed out from him saying it out loud. “N-no…”

“Good, get on your knees. I could tell how much you liked it before.” He pulled his top off in one swift motion before reaching down to take yours off. The two of you were fully nude in each other’s hands. “Fuck you’re beautiful…” His hand roamed up and down your side, sending shivers down your spine. His thumb grazed against your already hard nipples and he leaned further down to give each of them a kiss before moving up to your face. His kiss was gentle and you could taste yourself on his lips. It was deep and sensual, almost claiming. When he pulled away, his eyes bored into yours. “I would take this slower, but I need you terribly.” His hand moved underneath you, flipping you onto your stomach.

You instantly got yourself into position, resting yourself on your elbows as you stuck your ass out at him. “Please…I need you too.” You muttered, trying your best to arch your back sexily, pressing your breasts into the mattress.

Sylu spread your cheeks open, making you shy, but the way he marvelled and explored your naked body was romantic in a way, turning you on even more. He moved back a little and you felt a tongue back at your hole, earning a yelp from you. But just as quick as he entered, he was already gone. “Sorry, princess. I couldn’t help but get another taste. You taste so fucking good…” He got back up and pressed his tip at your entrance. “I don’t have a condom…”

“Fuck, Sylus! I don’t care…please. I want you…” You took a gasp of air, frustrated and impatient. “I want you to cum in me…if you try cumming outside again, I’ll kill you.” You confessed. As hot as it was, you were slightly disappointed. 

He laughed behind you, gripping onto the meat of your ass. “You have a filthy mouth, Miss Hunter. I can’t believe…” He inched forward into your pussy, stretching you with just the tip of his cock, making you throw your head back with a moan. “...Linkon’s best Hunter is this pliant and needy for the most wanted criminal everywhere- fuck!” His hand shot at your lower back, holding you still. “You got so fucking tight, just now…does that turn you on sweetie? Being with me? How would your coworkers feel knowing that you melt like butter in my hands?” He inched further into you with a grunt. Each inch of his cock he thrusted in and out gently, stretching you more for the next inch and the one after that until he fully bottomed out. “Wet and tight, made just for me.” He groaned. 

Your moans were muffled against the bed, unable to respond to any of his questions and statements. Your ability to think went out the window. He was fully buried into you, twitching inside of you as your walls hugged tightly onto him. The emptiness you felt for weeks was finally filled out. 

His hand reached up your back, tangling his fingers into your hair again, pulling you up from the mattress. “Let me hear you, sweetie. I wanna hear how good I can make you feel.” He said through gritted teeth and then he pulled out halfway. You whimpered at the loss, but instantly moaned out loud into the open air as he slammed back into you. His balls smacked at your clit, just right, making you squirm. “Did you miss me?” He asked, pulling back again before slamming himself into you with a groan. Again and again. “Answer me, princess.”

“Y-ye- ngh…I m-missed you!” You stuttered out in between his thrusts. It only took about a minute before you were cumming around his cock. He let go of your hair, letting you drop back down into the mattress to orgasm comfortably. You were practically spasming, your legs shaking and liquids dripping down your thighs. “So…much.” You slurred. 

“Good.” He gritted out again, still drilling into you. After a few moments, he stopped and you turned to look at him, confused. “Fuck yourself onto my cock, I still don’t believe you.”

You obliged instantly, no fight left in your to argue with him. You braced yourself with your hands on the mattress and moved your ass away from his hips. You sank into it slowly, groaning into the comforter. “Fuck…” You muttered. Your thighs ached, the pain from your wound becoming a bit more apparent from how tired you were getting. Yet you kept going. Moving yourself onto his cock, picking up the speed as you felt him knead your ass. A coil in your lower stomach grew tighter and tighter, your movements grew faster and faster until you came again. “Sy…lus…” You groaned as you shook around his cock, nearly slipping out until he grabbed your hips.

“You feel so good cumming on my cock, kitten. How many more do you have in you, huh?” Sylus said, breathless. He started moving in you again, pushing your hips off and back, meeting you halfway with his own thrusting hips. He got faster and sloppier. “You sure you want me inside? You want me to fill you up?” 

A string of pleading yes’s came out of your mouth, a surprise to the two of you since you never seemed to be quite the beggar. Your hand moved back to grab at his thigh, making sure he wouldn’t pull out. He was definitely stronger than you and you couldn’t possibly lock him in if you wanted to but you did so anyways.

“Take it, then.” He grunted, spilling into you, riding out his orgasm as he painted your walls. “God, you take it so fucking good, you’re cumming just from me- agh…just from me cumming inside of you, sweetie.” His hands rubbed up and down your back as he slowly thrust himself into you before pulling out. You whined at the loss, and you could already feel his cum about to leak out of you until three of his fingers shoved it back in. “I worked so hard for this kitten. Don’t let it go to waste now…”

[lokisbxtches]

Can anyone find that smut about rafayels ebb and flow omg i can’t remember exactly what it’s about but I need it

[lokisbxtches]

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The light Sylus.. praise him. The light, my light I need him to anchor me

I stray from the path of light into the darkness, but even if I stray in this darkness I know that I’ll find him again

The brightest star my love sylus. He anchors me, gives me what I need, he is for those who see themselves as Deadpool or, for more vague descriptions, for those who see all but not themselves.

He is the light that gets the hands of sin off, he strikes the darkness, he removes their lingering hands. He stops the darkness from caving in on you. He makes you fight. He shines brightly upon you. Covering you, encapsulating you, washing away their hands. He stops them when he knows you cannot bare it anymore.

He is that bright light in the darkest universe that guides others, you, back to center. Back on their path or into the center?

Is he for those who want to center to something or be brought upon a path of which they should see themselves?

The star in which you follow back to something you’re familiar with. The point is, is that he is something as beautiful and bright. I wish he were real and maybe I could anchor myself on

But is that dead weight? No? It shouldn’t be or he wouldn’t be that bright light that is guiding me to salvation. He is here for that person who just watches, who pay attention to too much detail, who ruin everything but somehow still be something… someone

I breathe to be seen and acknowledge but not looked at and be judged. I wish to feel love sensually and not sexually… I want to be

I suppose he is fake and this all too good to be true. I guess I just wonder who will lean on when stuff gets too hard and overbearing.

Who will see me? What about me? Me?

Remember that star, that bright light, that something that anchors you in the beautiful ocean, your body in the waves relaxing, your skin against the tree in which you lay upon bare, in every scenario, there’s light shining upon you. From the moon or sun. I suppose I feel it but my mind is in disarray. I hope to be, I want to be, remember me as a feeling and not a single moment that happened.

Remember me when you see the word “stranger” deeply

Remember the light, please, my love.

[gojosconsort]

can u do smth silly where reader sneezes when gojo is inside of her and ofc she clenches hard on him and he like nuts immediately

mdni. you sneeze satoru into an orgasm.

satoru’s got you on your back, legs hooked over his hips, buried so deep you can feel him in your stomach. he’s moving slow—too slow, teasing, hips rolling in that perfect rhythm that keeps you right on the edge without letting you tip over.

“satoru, please,” you whine, nails digging into his shoulders. “stop playing.”

“but you’re so cute when you beg, baby.” he gives one deep thrust, grinding against that spot that makes your toes curl. “like that?”

you open your mouth to answer—then your nose tickles. “ah—” you try to hold it back, but it’s no use. a loud big sneeze rips out of you.

and oh god, the clench. the second your body convulses, your pussy clamps down hard around him. satoru’s eyes go wide, mouth dropping open in a silent oh.

“f-fuck—” he chokes out. his hips stutter once, twice, and then he’s coming—hard, sudden, spilling into you with a broken groan. you feel every pulse, thick and hot, his cock twitching inside you as he rides it out, thighs shaking against yours.

he collapses forward, forehead pressed to your shoulder, panting like he just ran a marathon. “did you—did you just sneeze me into an orgasm?”

“i didn’t mean to! it just—happened!”

satoru lifts his head. “babe. don’t embarrass me like this. that’s the fastest i’ve ever come. ever.” he sounds almost offended. “god babe, i’m ruined. my reputation is in pieces.”

you giggle, clenching around him again on accident. he hisses, oversensitive. “stop—fuck—stop doing that.” his hands fly to your hips, fingers digging in hard, holding you completely still. “seriously, don’t move. i swear to god, if you clench one more time—”

you can’t help it. another accidental tiny pulse, and his whole body locks up, trying to suppress a moan. “you’re trying to kill me, or what? i’m gonna start wearing a condom just to survive the flu season.” but he’s grinning, pressing lazy kisses to your collarbone. “now come here—round two. i need to return the favor.”

[luvinbloom]

streetracer!gideon x mechanic!reader

summary: gideon's breakup and your trouble with finding love ends with you both realizing you have feelings for your best friends (eachother)!

wc: 8,438

content: best friend/mechanic!reader, insecure reader for part of it, talk of street racing (duh), hyperventilating, smut, fingering, p in v, mentions of breakups. if there's anything else let me know!

context: for a small bit of context, in my streetracer!caleb series, gideon and tara were dating. reader has been friends with gideon and caleb for years, as they met in college (the guys didn't go into the DAA in this au)

a/n: this is my longest fic!! and coincidentally, i hit 850 followers today and this fic is 8,438 words long so 9.9270588 of these words are dedicated to each one of you! :D to the anon who sent this ask about reader being gideon's mechanic, you're a genius. seriously. i wish i added more mechanic stuff in this, but if i write for them again, i'll def add more mechanic elements for her!

for reference (it's not mentioned much, butttt) this is gideon's car, it's a ferarri f40 (pic not mine, obviously)

gideon looked like shit. he was sitting on a rolling chair with his short hair messy, eyebags under his eyes, and he wasn’t exactly dressed to impress in a t-shirt and sweatpants. you’d been ignoring your friends groans and exaggerated sighs for the past 5 minutes, turning justin bieber up on your shop speaker to try and drown him out.

your last straw was when gideon rolled the chair next to where you stood, bent over the hood of his car replacing the radiator. he groaned and leaned his head against your side.

you sighed and put a hand on his head and pushed, watching him spin away. “what is it now, gideon?”

“i’m heartbroken.” he whines. “and my best friend doesn’t even care!”

you give him an unimpressed’ look and go back to working on his car. “i thought caleb was your best friend.”

he shrugs. “i can have two best friends- that’s not the point, the point is-”

“that you’re heartbroken, i know, you’ve only told me a thousand times. you’re still on this?” you shake your head and try to think about why this was sticking with gideon for so long. normally he bounced back fast after breakups, but he’s been moping around for the past 3 months after tara broke up with him. something about how she needed space- permanently.

“yes i’m still on this, i got my heart broken!” gideon says and sighs, watching you work on his car with soft brown eyes. “i can’t believe you don’t care anymore.” he mumbles.

you let your head hang and take a long breath, trying to summon all the patience you have left. “gideon, i DO care. it really does make me sad that you’re still upset about this, but i’ve heard the spiel a grand total of a million times- i’m at my limit!”

you turn to him, leaning against his car and wiping your hands off on a spare towel. “listen, you’re sweet, you’re funny, you’re hot- this is not the end of the world for you. i’ve tried the whole coddling thing, but it’s time for tough love. get up.”

gideon blinks at you in surprise but stands up, listening to you.

you look him over and shake your head. “you’re letting this change you for the worst. you never dress this way, you never lose sleep, and you’ve never had a negative mindset until the breakup. i mean, you haven’t even raced since then, gideon! racing! that’s like, your entire life!”

gideon opens his mouth to argue but quickly shuts it when you give him a withering look, knowing that he doesn’t want to get caught up in whatever storm you’d send him if he did interrupt you.

“listen, i love you. you’ve been my best friend for years, but i’m telling you that i can’t deal with you being like this for another day. go home, shower and get dressed. i’m calling caleb and he’s taking you to dinner tonight and then you two have a date at a streetrace.”

gideon swallows thickly as he looks down at you, wide eyes fixed on your stern ones. he’d always loved that you were so fiery- who else could he count on to set him straight if not you? “caleb’s with his girlfriend tonight and i can’t race, you have my car.”

you raise an eyebrow and cross your arms. “caleb will do whatever i tell him to do because he’s scared of me, and i never said you were racing, i just said you were going. now get out of my shop, i’m sick of seeing you like…” you wave a hand over his form. “this.”

~

a week later, you drum your fingers on a restaurant table, staring at the empty seat across from you. the fourth empty seat you’ve sat across from in the past two months. seriously, how is it possible to get stood up that many times in such a short period of time?

after paying for your drink and tipping your server, you drove home in deep contemplation. what was it about you that made you so… standupable? was it your looks? that was the only explanation that made sense to you, given that these were all first dates. maybe the guys you matched with took another look at your profile right before leaving their houses and realized you weren’t as hot as they’d previously thought. it wasn't like you could ask them, you’d found that by the time you went to text them asking where they were, you’d been ghosted.

you spent the next few hours in your apartment eating ice cream and wallowing in various positions on your couch contemplating this matter. it was when you were hanging upside down off the side of your couch that you saw a video on social media of the starting activities of a street race.

“hm.” you sat up and texted a friend, asking if there was a race tonight, and once you got a ‘yes’ back, you decided you wouldn’t sulk anymore- tonight, at least.

an hour later, you were walking through a thick crowd gathered at an abandoned race track. you didn’t go to races often, but when you did, it was to this track. you didn’t like going to the ones on active roads, thinking they were too dangerous for normal people driving down the roads- which they were. this race was only using half of the track, so no matter where you stood, you couldn’t see the beginning and the end of the race, so you had to pick which you’d rather see.

you were stopped a few times by familiar faces, some friends and some people whose car you’ve worked on. when you first started out as a mechanic, you got the majority of your work from attending races and slipping the losers your business card. gideon and caleb used to tag along with you, deeming themselves your body guards incase someone took offence to your offer.

the memory made you scan the track, looking for gideon’s ferarri f40. ever since you forced him to go to a race with caleb, he’s seemed happier. he’s been out and about doing things that he used to enjoy before the breakup- for example, racing.

you didn’t spot his car, but it was still early in the night and it wasn’t unusual for him to show up late.

you watched a few races over the next two hours with a group of girls that had pulled you into their group once they found out you were alone- not that you were complaining, they’d been fun the entire night. so much fun, in fact, that they were now pushing you forward towards the track. why were they doing that? oh, because the announcer said they need a flag girl for the next race, and your new friends insisted that you were definitely hot enough for it. traitors.

you tried to rejoin your group, saying that one of them should volunteer instead, only to be redirected to the track again. it felt like when a mama bird pushes its baby out of the nest- they were trying to do something good for you, but damn it, you didn’t want to be a flag girl!

as you’re led out to the middle of the track by the announcer, you look around at the crowd gathered and realize that there’s way more people here than you remember there being. soon, a flag is shoved into your hands and the crowd is cheering, your new friends hooting and hollering for you.

part of you wants to just stand there awkwardly, but you realize that would just make you look weird- most flag girls take the opportunity to have fun and feel themselves. maybe that’s what you should do? you hadn’t exactly been feeling the best about yourself lately and now you were thrown in a situation where you can have a crowd of people cheering you on… what did you have to lose? it’s not like anyone would remember it after tonight anyways.

with a grounding breath, you sway the flag back and forth in the air and shift your hips, trying to mimic the moves other girls do. you weren’t dressed the part and your moves were too stiff, but you found yourself smiling and having fun. real fun. the crowd didn’t seem to mind your inexperienced dancing, they cheered you on all the same- though that could have more to do with the cars lining up in front of you than you yourself.

a blue mustang pulled up right beside you, a man you’ve never seen talking to you through his open window. “heyy, you look good, wanna ride with me?”

as you’re about to decline, another car pulls up on the other side of you and this time you recognize the voice. “what are you doing?”

you turn away from the blue car and smile at gideon, who’s looking at you with a bewildered expression. you understood it, you being a flag girl was like gideon being a ballerina- this just wasn’t something that you did and it definitely wasn’t something you’d ever expressed wanting to do.

you shrugged and leaned down, resting your arms on his open window and teasing his cheek with the flag. “waving the flag, clearly.”

“uh.. yeah, clearly.” he raised an eyebrow at you. “my question is why you’re doing this. is it because you knew i was racing?”

you snort and drag the flag over his face before stepping back away from his car. “not everything i do is because of you, gideon, don’t be so self absorbed.”

he leans out his window and watches you walk a few paces in front of the cars to get into position to start the race. “right, you’re right, sorry. i’ll find you after the race, yeah?”

you tilt your head and smirk at him. “only if you beat this guy, he tried to get me to take a ride.”

gideon's nose wrinkled and he gave a glare to the guy in the mustang who was so busy ogling you that he didn’t even see it. gideon mutters something to himself and rolls up his window.

the announcer counts you down and you raise the flag, winking at gideon before dropping the flags. gideon was slow to take off, which wasn’t like him. surely you hadn’t distracted him with a wink? you’d winked at him countless times before and he’d never gotten flustered!

the wind from the cars speeding off beside you makes you shiver and the proximity to their loud engines makes you flinch.

you whip around to watch the two cars speeding off, jumping and cheering along with the crowd, the excitement burning in your chest. once they get to a certain point down the track, it’s hard to tell who’s winning, but luckily they have a light above both lanes on either side to show the winner.

you look up at the lights, along with everyone else, and wait. the crowd at the beginning of the track has quieted, but the crowd at the end erupts into cheers for whoever won. the light above the mustang’s lane turns red and the light above gideon’s lane turns green, indicating that he won.

you jump up and cheer again, running back to your new group of friends and celebrating with them.

your group stands around and cheers on a few more races until you feel someone pull on a strand of your hair.

you roll your eyes, knowing who the culprit is, and look behind you at a smiling gideon.

“hey!” he wraps you up in a hug, squeezing and lifting you off the group a bit.

you laugh and hug back. “nice run, are you gonna give me some of your earnings?”

he sets you back down on solid ground and leans in near your ear so you can hear him over the loud cars revving their engines. “why would i do that when you tried to sabotage me at the start?”

you flick his forehead and shake your head. “hey, don’t blame me for you getting distracted. you only won because i put your car together- i practically birthed the thing.”

he lets out a long ‘ahhh’ and nods seriously. “i see the resemblance.”

you glare, knowing you set yourself up for that one and waited for him to compare you to the shape of the car, but his response surprised you.

“you’re both jawdroppingly beautiful.” he says earnestly, gently resting his hand on your upper arm. “can we go get food? i’m claustrophobic in this crowd.”

you brush off his compliment and nod. “yeah, let’s go, i’m staaarving.”

after a lengthy goodbye to your new friends, gideon parts and leads you through the crowd- one perk of having a tall friend.

“you raced well besides the slow start, i’ve done some of my best work on that car.” you brag on yourself, watching your step on the rocky hill that gideon leads you down. “could you not have chosen an easier pathway?”

gideon rolls his eyes and squats a bit so that he’s in front of you. “i’ll carry you if you want.”

you kick his ass gently and snicker. “no thanks, i’m good. with my luck we’d topple over and get impaled on the rocks.”

“ow.” he shrugs and rubs the spot you kicked, heading down the last of the hill towards his car that’s parked nearby. “suit yourself, i’ve never dropped you before- precious cargo, y’know?”

“yeah, yeah.” you mutter and drop into his passenger seat after he opens your door for you.

the two of you chat for a minute as he drives towards town. he clears his throat and looks over at you like he’s trying to decode something. “are you okay?”

“yeah, why? do i look like i’m not okay?” you raise an eyebrow speculatively. gideon had always been good at reading you, being friends for half your life will do that, but you knew there wasn’t anything for him to read- you really were okay.

“no, you look normal. i was just making sure you weren’t uncomfortable after that guy tried to pick you up.”

you nod as his words click into place. “ahhh, i see.”

gideon looks over at you, searching your face for discomfort. “say the word and i’ll go back and talk to him, you know caleb will too. we don’t take that kinda stuff lightly, especially not when it comes to people we care about.”

you shrug. “it’s fine, gid, really. i’m not hurt by it or anything.”

“as long as you’re alright i’ll drop it.” he turns his music back up and looks around at the drive through options lining the road. “whatcha want?”

twenty minutes later, you and gideon are sitting on the floor of his apartment eating cheap food and talking about the race.

you were mid bite when gideon started questioning you again, because of course he wasn’t going to drop it. “i didn’t know you wanted to be a flag girl, you should’ve told me. i could’ve gotten you up there wayy sooner.”

you adjust your position on the floor so that your back is against the edge of the couch and your legs are in gideon's lap, a casual position for the two of you.

“i didn’t necessarily want to be a flag girl, i was pushed into the position.”

he raises an eyebrow and his voice lowers slightly. “who pushed you into it?”

you shook your head and passed him a fry, hoping it’ll calm him down. “no, no, it wasn’t like that. my new friends said i should do it.” you shrug and ramble casually, as if you’re not about to show rare vulnerability. “plus, i think it was good for me. i keep getting stood up and rejected, so i think the attention helped me a bit.”

gideon stares at you with an unreadable expression. god, what could he be thinking? you dropped a lot on him at once, you might have broken him. being very vulnerable around gideon was normally only something you did when you weren’t sober, and it was rare that you talked about your love life to him.

to fill the silence, you keep going. “surely you know what i mean, right? tons of people crave attention after a breakup.”

he winces at the reminder and you pale, wondering if that was insensitive of you to say. he surprises you with his next words, ignoring the breakup part.

“...you got stood up?” gideon asks, his voice dripping with shock and confusion, his face painted with disbelief and… anger?

“mhm.” you nod and nudge his lower stomach with your foot, trying to lighten the mood. “it’s not a big deal.”

he shakes his head and laughs shallowly. “you got stood up? did the world flip upside down or something?”

you scoff and try to pull your legs away, only for him to hold your ankle down on his lap gently, not wanting to create distance between you both. “okay, you don’t have to keep repeating it. salt in the wound, gideon.”

“sorry.” gideon mumbles and looks you over with soft brown eyes. “i just can’t believe that we live in a world where you’re getting rejected- wait, you said that the attention helped you? how?”

you bite your lip and curse yourself for saying that, because now you know you have to explain. gideon can be like a dog with a bone, he doesn’t let things go until he gets the information or answer he wants.

“i don’t know, i guess i’ve been feeling insecure lately, and having a crowd of people cheer for me felt… nice, you know?”

his thumb rubs deep circles into the skin of your ankle as he thinks, staring down at your legs in his lap. his words are mumbled when he speaks, like he didn’t mean to say them. “then i haven’t been doing enough.”

“huh?” you question.

his eyes dart up to yours and he sits up straighter, realizing that he thought out loud. “oh, nothing.”

you raise an eyebrow at him and prod. “nooo, i don’t think that was nothing.”

“it was nothing, you’re hearing things.”

“my hearing is fine, gideon, what did you mean by ‘i haven’t been doing enough’?”

he looks back down at your leg and the angle lets you see that the tips of his ears have gone red with embarrassment. “nothi-”

you reach out to grip his jaw and tilt his face towards yours, squishing his cheeks a bit. you use your stern voice on him, the same voice that used to make both him and caleb stop messing around when you were in college together. “say ‘nothing’ again and i’m never touching your car again.”

gideon’s eyes widen and his jaw would have dropped if not for your hand on it- considering you were the best mechanic in the area, that was a real threat. he just nods and looks at you like a chastised puppy.

“that’s what i thought.” you mumble, not shocked that it worked in the slightest. “now, spill. i’m staying over tonight anyways, so you can’t escape this conversation.”

you let go of his jaw and lean back against the edge of the couch, adjusting your legs so that they were more curled in his lap rather than spread out.

gideon’s hands moved from your ankle to your knee, resting on top of it. “i meant that if you’re insecure in yourself, then i haven’t been complimenting you enough.”

you tilt your head at him. “i don’t need you to compliment me out of pity, gideon, if anything that would make me more insecure.”

“it’s… agh,” he rolls his neck and closes his eyes tight for a second, clearly struggling with this. “it wouldn’t be out of pity, they’re genuine compliments.”

oh. you assume that he’s just being a good friend, so you tease him slightly, raising your voice and batting your lashes dramatically. “awwww you think i’m prettyyyy?”

instead of laughing it off, he smiles awkwardly. “thats the problem.”

“uh, it’s a problem that i’m pretty?” you ask, slightly offended.

“no- not at all, it’s just a problem that i find you pretty. very, very pretty.” he watches you to see if you were comprehending what he was saying- which you weren’t.

he groans and blurts out. “i think i like you, alright? and… i’m struggling to understand how someone could reject you when i know that i would never do that.”

you go silent as you process his words, watching the anxiety grow on his face. he liked you? your best friend liked you? your eyes slowly trail over him- his hands softly cradling your knees and rubbing your lower thigh, his soft brown eyes watching you with care, the tiniest hint of garnet painting his cheeks and ears.

it’s then that you realize he’s being serious and not just pranking you. your heart starts to pick up in speed, realizing that you need to say something- anything, but words escape you, because… truly what are you supposed to say? you didn’t want to lie and say you liked him back. you used to like him, back when you first met, but he’d always referred to you as a friend, so you assumed that’s how he saw you. how long had he liked you? how long could you have been together if you hadn’t been so scared of rejection to ask him out?

thinking back throughout your years of friendship, you start to pull loose memories that point to you having feelings towards him. like when he started dating tara, you’d spontaneously booked a solo trip just to avoid getting together for new years so you wouldn’t have to see him kiss someone else at the countdown. or when he dropped off flowers at your old job ‘just because’ and you spent the rest of your shift convincing your coworkers that gideon was just a friend. they hadn’t believed you, not when your face was pink and you were smiling more than they’d ever seen.

holy shit, did you like gideon back?

you clear your throat and speak, hating how wobbly your voice comes out. “i… think i might like you too.”

a minute later, the two of you are devouring each other. hands gripping skin and wet lips meeting each other in sloppy kisses. the hardwood flooring beneath you bites into your knees as you press against gideon, only for him to press back, his hand cupping the back of your head to tilt your mouth open more.

his tongue slips into your mouth and teases yours, eliciting a moan from you that stops both of you in your tracks. as if being pulled out of a trance, gideon pulls away from you, licking his lips and looking away awkwardly. “uhm, sorry- i don’t know what came over me.”

you laugh through the awkwardness and the tension building between your thighs. “it’s fine, did you start that or was it me?”

he pauses to think, moving from his knees to sitting on the floor again. “i don’t really remember, i think it was me?”

you nod and sit back also, leaving more space than before between the two of you, which gideon takes note of, his expression falling in worry that he’d ruined your friendship. “i don’t remember either.” you swallow and swipe at your spit covered lips. “um, i think maaaybe we took things too fast just then.”

“yeah, i think so too.” he says, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

“i said i wanted attention earlier and… i’m not sure if i was into that because i wanted attention from anyone or because i wanted attention from you, you know? i think i need some time to figure that out, because i don’t want to lead you on.”

gideon nods and reaches over to rub your arm. “i understand. i think i should think things through too, my head’s still not entirely clear after the breakup.”

you hum and stand, deciding that you aren’t going to spend the night after all, with how the night turned out. while getting your stuff together, gideon helps you gather your things on the coffee table and talks quietly.

“i need you to know that i’m not usually like… that. i don’t know what came over me that made me pounce on you like that- i swear i normally let my partner choose the pace. i’m sorry if that made you unco-”

you shake your head and shove at his shoulder, smiling. “oh shut up, gideon, you did not make me uncomfortable. you made me feel a little too comfortable, if anything. i don’t normally kiss on the first date.”

he smiles at your casual answer, chuckling. “oh, so i’m lucky then, am i?”

you nod and stand in his doorway. “verrry lucky.”

~

a week passes of you thinking things through. a week passes of you missing gideon. and a week passes of you realizing that you really do like gideon. a lot. you realize that you’ve always liked him, you just chalked the feelings up to natural friend feelings towards a guy- that was until it dawned on you that you’d never felt the way you feel about gideon towards caleb.

these realizations are how you end up at another streetrace late into the night, looking for caleb and wanting to get an opinion from one of your longest friends. lucky for you, you spotted him almost as soon as you got to the track. he was leaning over the open hood of his car and looking for something. if you’d been any less overwhelmed by your newfound feelings for gideon, you might’ve offered to help him with whatever car trouble he was having. not that he would take you up on it- he was strict about who works on his car, and that list only had one name on it- his own.

instead, you approached him as a friend, leaning against his car. “hey caleb, no time for small talk, i’ve got a problem.”

caleb spares you a glance before going back to working on his car. “oh yeah? is this problem six feet tall with short hair and a deep voice?”

you sigh deeply and rub your eyes. “i assume gideon’s gotten to you before i have?”

“yep.” he pops the p, amused. “he sureee did, and i’m glad you’re finally coming to me to talk, miss. anti-vulnerability.”

“ugh, don’t call me that, i swallowed my pride to come talk to you. i am being vulnerable.” you protest before shaking your head. “you know what? nevermind. i like gideon and i don’t know what to do about it.”

caleb pulls his hands out and shuts the hood of his car, wiping grease off onto his shirt and giving you a crooked smile. “it’s about time you realized you like him. i’ve been waiting for this day since i met you.”

you hold up a hand to him. “ah ah ah, you don’t get to gloat. you’re supposed to be helpful right now and i’m not feeling very helped.”

“right, sorry. okaaay, so you like gideon. what’s wrong with that? he likes you back.” caleb shrugs and looks up at the sky, knowing that you won’t like to be watched right now, especially while you’re being vulnerable.

“i don’t want to ruin our friendship by taking things further.”

“ah.” caleb nods and takes a moment to choose his words. “i think at this point, your friendship is tainted regardless. you can either let it be awkward for the rest of your life, oooor you can explore your relationship and live happily ever after. sounds like an easy decision to me.”

you groan and look up at the stars also, counting them while you digest his words. “i think you’re right.”

he nods and pushes off of his car. “i’m always right- except when my girlfriend’s right. then i’m always wrong.”

you snicker and punch his shoulder affectionately. “that’s how it’s supposed to be.”

caleb ends up giving you a ride over to the track and you leave him to line up to race, deciding to look around for gideon, hoping that he’s here.

instead of finding gideon, you run into the guy with the blue mustang- like, literally run into him.

your head hits the man’s back, making you grunt. “ope- sorry- oh, hey.”

the guy turns and looks annoyed before he recognizes you, smiling down at you lazily. “heyy, all good. you gonna do the flags tonight again?” he says and mimics waving a flag with his hand.

you laugh awkwardly and try to walk away, but the crowd’s too heavy for you to make any progress. “nah, that was a one time thing.”

the guy leans down towards you to talk, but you’re pulled backwards by your waist before he can speak. you’re about to cuss out whoever grabbed you when you recognize the deep, gravelly voice as gideons.

“hey, i was lookin’ for you.”

you look back at him, seeing how annoyed he looked at the mustang driver, and you smiled so hard that your cheeks hurt. his arm around your waist and hand splayed over your belly made your thighs clench together and your chest flutter.

“i was looking for you too. wanna go talk?”

gideon looked down at you and sported a similar smile to you. “i’d love to go talk.”

~

once you get to gideon’s car, he drives around for a while so you guys can talk. you try and relax, watching the streetlights pass by.

“soo, how’s your week of thinking gone?” gideon starts the conversation, keeping his tone light despite the permanent gravel in his voice. he has music playing on the radio quietly in the background.

you hum and fidget with your seatbelt. “it went well, i’d say. i think i came to a realization.”

“oh yeah? wanna share?” he asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice. you just smile at him, watching as he keeps his gaze forward on the road.

“i’d love to share.” you take a deep breath and gently run a finger over the top of his hand that rests on the stick shift. “i realized that i like you too. a lot. and i realized that i’ve liked you for quite a while, i just… didn’t know.”

gideon stopped at a red light and turned to face you, a smile spreading across his face when he sees your own smile. “you’re serious?”

you laugh and squeeze his hand. “i’m very serious.”

he laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. “so.. where do we go from here? i should ask you out on a date, right? or is that too soo-”

you cut off his rambling with a quick kiss to his cheek. “we can start by going back to your place. and gideon?”

his deep brown eyes meet yours, his pupils blown wide. “hmm?”

you whisper to him cheekily. “the light’s been green for about 5 seconds.”

~

once at gideon’s house, you’re sitting on his countertop while he fills up a glass of water for you. there’s a slight hint of awkwardness in the air, like you both don’t quite know what to do now that you’ve confessed to liking him. neither of you wanted to be the first to initiate anything physical, so it felt a bit like an awkward first date in high school.

gideon handed you the cool glass, his fingers lingering on yours a bit too long and sending sparks over your skin.

you sip the water and watch him lean against the counter beside you, tapping the surface absentmindedly. his expression was tighter than normal, his eyebrows pulled together like he was thinking too hard.

“you look like you don’t know what to do with yourself.” you tease, setting the glass down and grabbing his hand, leading him to stand between your legs. you place his hands on your thighs and giggle at his flushed face. “is this okay?”

gideon nods and rubs the fabric covering your hips. “yeah, as long as it’s okay with you.”

you lean forward slightly and run a hand through the slightly overgrown buzzed hair at the nape of his neck. “it’s very okay with me.”

he swallows and his eyes dip down to your lips, licking his own. he leans forward without meaning to, naturally drawn to you.

you smile and close the distance finally, pressing open mouth kisses to his neck and jaw, slowly making your way to the corner of his lips.

his hand flexes on your side, trailing up to rest between your shoulder blades while his other hand rests on your hip, kneading the skin there.

gideon leans forward to kiss you, but you moved away at the last second. his eyebrows pull together and his bottom lip pouts out slightly.

“i thought you said that you normally let your partners take the lead?” you ask, voice dipping into a velvety tone that you’ve never used around him before.

the tone you use immediately goes straight to gideon’s dick and he stifles a groan, nodding. “i do. i’m more than happy to be led if it’s by you.”

your pussy clenches and unclenches at his submissive words which are made better by the puppy-like gaze he’s giving you while standing between your legs.

“good.” you say breathily and pull him flush against you, kissing him hard and sloppy, claiming his lips.

gideon matches your energy, kissing back desperately. his hips slot against yours, pressing his growing bulge against your inner thigh.

you hum into his mouth, parting your lips in hopes that he’ll use his tongue like he did a week ago- which he does. you melt against him as his tongue traces and swirls around yours.

gideon presses his hand into your lower back gently, making you arch into him. despite saying he would let you lead, he slows the kiss down from heated to experimental, wanting to cherish the moment and draw it out for as long as possible.

you make out slowly for god knows how long, only stopping when gideon accidentally presses you back too far, knocking your head against the upper cabinet.

you pull away from the kiss and laugh at his worried reaction, his hand immediately reaching for your head and cradling it. “oh fuck, i’m sorry- are you okay?”

you nod and scoot to the edge of the counter, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. “i’m good. maaaybe we should relocate somewhere safer?”

“hmmm, i wonder what would be the safest place for you?” he teases and lifts you up, his hands holding your ass and carrying you on his front.

he sets you down on the arm of his couch, holding your back with one hand so you stay up and gently nudging your thighs apart with the other. “is this safe enough?”

you let out a shaky breath as he trails his finger tips over your lower stomach, teasing the waistband of your shorts. “mmmhmm.”

“mmhmm?” he mimics you, smiling and kissing under your ear, his voice low. “can i take these off?”

you whimper, your bravado from before whittling away- you’d always known gideon had a sexy voice, but when he talked low right beside your ear looking like that? oh, your dominant nature stood no chance.

“please.” you whisper and lift up enough for him to pull the fabric down, letting the shorts drop to the floor.

gideon’s hands slowly travel down your hips, fingers brushing over the fabric of your panties before he cups your clothed pussy with one hand, watching your expression change as he grinds the heel of his hand against your clit.

you gasp and grip his shoulder, your back arching at the pleasure. “gid… mmhhh-”

“oh yeah?” he purrs the words, pressing harder with his palm before pulling away, making you whine. he chuckles and tilts his head. “shh, i only stopped because i was going to give you something better… unless you want to come on my palm like that, then i’ll gladly let you.”

you shake your head and plead with your eyes. “no- no, i want more.”

gideon nods and peels the gusset of your panties off, your sticky wetness stretching lewdly as he does. he groans at the sight and lets the fabric gather to one side of your pussy, guiding a finger to ghost up your dripping seam.

you buck your hips towards his finger, desperate for any kind of stimulation, which he chuckles at.

he takes mercy on you and dips his finger into your wetness, pressing in to the first knuckle just to see how you react.

“you’ve been fingered before, yeah?”

you nod and look at him through lidded eyes, trying to convey without words that you like it.

“good. tell me if it’s too much, okay? i don’t want to hurt you.” he says softly, pressing a warm kiss to your lips before pushing his finger in until it was sheathed.

the stimulation was relieving but not nearly satisfying enough- you still felt unreasonably empty. “moreee.” you mewled, letting your thighs drop further apart, giving him a clearer view of how you’ve sucked in his finger.

gideon hummed and slowly added his ring finger in alongside his middle finger, pumping them in and out of you. “better?”

you nod, holding eye contact with him and breathing shakily, moans slipping out every so often.

“fuck, you’re so beautiful.” he praises, curling his fingers inside of you while grinding the heel of his palm against your swollen clit once again, relishing in how your hips grind against his hand, chasing him. “i can’t believe i didn’t tell you sooner.”

“‘s okay, gid, don’t need’ta think about that now.” you force the words out, your eyes rolling back as your orgasm builds up embarrassingly quick. “please- please, i need it so bad-” your breathing starts to sound closer to hyperventilating than anything, and gideon slows his movements.

he reaches forward and brushes your hair back, palm holding your face. “shhh, hey, take a breath. do you normally breathe like that when you cum?”

you flush and shake your head, pressing a hand to where your heart is pounding beneath your chest in an attempt to make it stop ruining things for you. “no, i… think that’s because of you.”

gideon laughs and strokes your cheek. “okay, well, i don’t think it’s safe for you to be damn near passing out- i thought you said the couch was safe?” he teases, earning him an eyeroll from you. “just take it slow. you don’t have to try and chase your orgasm, i promise you that it’s not going anywhere on my watch.”

you scoffed, knowing he was right- if there was anything that gideon was going to give you tonight, it was going to be an orgasm. you’d never gotten so close that fast before and it was undeniably because of gideon. it was borderline embarrassing, but judging by the dark look in gideon’s eyes, he didn’t share your sentiment.

“let’s try again, i’ve got you.” gideon says softly and starts to curl his fingers again, grinding circles against your clit and watching your face for any sign of overstimulation.

after a minute or two of gideons rough voice talking you through it and your head feeling like it’s floating, the tightness in your core comes back with twice the intensity.

your whine turns into a broken moan listening to the slick, slick, slick noises that gideon forces out of your pussy.

“gideonnn-” you mewl, nails gripping his shoulder blade.

he hums and continues his movements, slowly pulling you towards the edge. “oh, i knoow baby, i know. i’m ready whenever you are.”

you moan and shake for a few seconds after he gives you the greenlight, your orgasm bubbling up and finally spilling over, causing you to gasp and freeze besides the small twitches that wrack your body.

gideon fucks you through the orgasm, pulling his fingers out right before you start getting overstimulated by the feeling, his other hand rubbing your back soothingly. “good?”

you nod and steady yourself on the arm of the couch with a hand on his shoulder. “very good.” your gaze travels down his, unfortunately, still clothed body and lands on the painful looking bulge in his pants. “can i help you with that?”

your words go straight to his cock, making it twitch in his pants. he groans and grips your thigh, watching the wetness from his fingers spread across your smooth, bare skin. “we don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want to. i don’t want to move too fast for you.”

you laugh and run a hand up his chest. “gideon, i think we both might explode if you don’t fuck me right now.”

gideon hummed low in his chest, the sound more like a purr than anything. he wrapped an arm under your thighs and lifted you off of the couch, gravity making your upper body fall forward against him. you catch yourself with a hand on his shoulder, smiling and leaning down to nibble on his ear while he walks you towards his room. the heat radiating off of him warms your skin and soothes your muscles, melting you into his hold.

gideon shuts his bedroom door and walke you to his bed, gently laying you down on the made bed. you kept your legs wrapped around his waist, not wanting to let go of him even for a second.

he chuckles and pats your ankle. “you gotta let go of me if you want me to fuck you.”

“mmh. fine.” you loosen your grip on his waist, letting your legs fall open and planting your feet on his mattress.

gideon’s eyes drop to your pussy that’s on display for him now, cursing under his breath at how messy you are. he wrenches his gaze away and grabs a condom out of his nightstand, dropping it onto the bed beside you.

he pulls his shirt off easily and your mouth waters while looking at his toned chest. you’d seen him shirtless countless times over the years, but in the dim light of his room and with the tension thick after your confessions, it felt different this time. it felt charged, electric, and in a way it felt inevitable. like the two of you would have found yourselves in this position one way or another.

he unbuttons his pants and slides the zipper down slowly, the fabric slipping down his thighs. “promise to tell me if you need a break or want to stop?”

you nod, hearing his words but being too mesmerized by him standing in just his boxers to verbally reply. the boxers were tented with what looked like a very large dick- you weren’t completely surprised, you’d accidentally walked in on him in the shower once and saw the silhouette, but had convinced yourself that it was just a trick of the light.

once he pulled his underwear off you could see that it was, in fact, not a trick of the light, but instead just a huge cock. your core clenched at the sight of it, hanging heavy between his thighs, precum gathered and nearly dripping from the flushed tip.

a whine escapes you and your hands move to pull your shirt off, fingers immediately teasing your breasts once the material is flung to who knows where.

gideon watches as you play with yourself, pumping his cock slowly a few times before rolling the condom on, sighing at the constrictive feeling.

he steps to the edge of the bed and runs his fingers over your calf, raising it up and planting kisses over it, down to your ankle. he speaks through the kisses. “what, kiss, position, kiss, do you, kiss, want?”

you think, biting your lip and imagining a few- which all have great outcomes- and hum. “this is fine. i wanna watch you.”

he smiles and lifts the leg he’d been kissing, resting your ankle on his shoulder and climbing onto the bed on his knees. “good, i wanna watch you too.” he lifts your other leg up and sets it on his other shoulder, spreading your lower lips apart with two fingers to watch you clench around nothing in anticipation.

“i need to see your face as you get closer again. you looked so… peaceful.” gideon mumbles, thumb dipping into your warmth experimentally, making you moan.

he smiles and watches you. “mmmm, just like that. your face gets all soft and sweet. i’m not used to that from you, normally it’s all stern and annoyed.”

you huff and knock the heel of your foot against his back, like you’re spurring on a bull. “is that your way of nicely calling me a bitch?”

“mmmm. i didn’t say that.” gideon says, a smile spreading across his face. “i like when you’re a little bitchy, but i like you like this too.”

you smile and pull him down, giving him a slow kiss, committing the feeling and taste to memory. he hums and pulls away after a moment, collecting the spit from your lips and spreading it across the head of his covered dick so it can slide into you with less resistance. though, you were dripping onto the bed, so resistance likely wouldn’t be an issue.

gideon sits up straight and guides the head of his dick to your entrance, gently pushing in. he pauses a few times to check that you’re alright before continuing to push inches in. once he’s fully sheathed inside of you, he whines and runs a hand over your lower belly where he knows his cock is below.

you moan loudly, back arching off the bed and fumbling for his hand to hold. “fuckk, gid, sooo full.”

he grabs your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours, his eyes squeezed shut as he wills himself not to cum immediately. “uh huh- shit, you’re so perfect.. hah, i don’t think this is going to take long.”

you bite your lip and giggle, both amused and pleased that he seems to be on edge just as fast as you had been earlier. “yeah? am i just that good?”

“mhmm.” he nods and braces his hands beside you, pressing the hand he’s holding into the mattress. “you do a number of unexplainable things to me.”

gideon starts to gently pull out and rut into you, his cock stretching you out on every thrust and leaving you needy every time he pulls out. after a minute or so, he reaches a rhythm with a bit more force behind it.

you moan, stretching your back out in an attempt to eliminate the empty space between the two of you, your nails searching for purchase in his hair but coming up empty due to his short hair.

he chuckles slightly as he sees the frustration on your face, guiding your free hand to his bicep instead. “leave all the marks you want, i want to worship them for the rest of my life.”

you whine in response to his words and grip his flexed biceps, digging your nails into the muscle there. gideon leans down and licks a stripe up your neck before nibbling below your jaw, his hips moving quicker and his whimpers becoming more frequent.

the soft, needy noise went straight to your core, making you clench around his cock, eliciting a deep groan from him.

“fuck- fuck, i’m so close- shit, i’m sorry, i tried to hold it for you-” he complains, his thrusts turning sloppy and desperate, the hair at the base of his cock brushing against your clit deliciously.

“don’t- ah! don’t stop, gid-” you whine into his ear, gripping his hand and bicep as your core tightens and your brain starts to get foggy with pleasure.

gideon watches as you lose yourself to the pleasure, your face fully relaxed and your eyes rolled back. that combined with how your pussy grips and gushes around him, and the noises that spill out of your swollen, parted lips, is what finishes him.

he gives one final stuttered thrust into you, whimpering in your ear and laying his entire body weight on top of you, losing the ability to hold himself up.

all the air in your lungs is forced out of you as all of his muscle and height presses down on you. you pat his arm and wheeze out a laugh at the absurdity of the situation, the post orgasm bliss evaporating from you. “up..!”

gideon is forced back to reality by the hoarseness of your voice, pushing up immediately and pulling out. “oh god, are you okay? i’m so sorry-”

you take in a deep breath, only to let it out instantly in a cackle after looking at his terrified expression. you kick at him and speak through the laughter that wracks your body. “you almost killed me!”

seeing that you’re clearly okay, gideon joins in the laughter. he catches your ankle and kisses it before laying down beside you, pulling you on top of him. “would your death have been because of me crushing you orrr because i gave you a life altering orgasm? scratch that, two life altering orgasms.”

you snicker and bite his shoulder gently, snuggling your face into his warm chest after. “definitely the orgasms.”

gideon nods and shrugs. “doesn’t sound like a terrible way to go out.”

silence coats the room after that and you cuddle for the better part of 20 minutes. his fingers trace patterns over your bare back and massage your scalp while you rest against him, your body aching in the most satisfying way possible.

“gid?” you mumble after a while.

“mmmm?” he responds, squeezing you gently in his arms.

“i didn’t take you for a whimperer.” you say, no hint of teasing in your voice, just honesty.

despite this, gideon seems to take your words as a tease, blushing. “ah.. sorry, i know it’s not super manly. i’ve been trying to cut back on that.”

you gasp and raise up, looking down into his deep brown eyes with a stern gaze to show that you’re serious. “don’t you dare stop whimpering, you hear me?”

he smiles up at you and gently caresses your cheek. “heyy, there’s the fiesty girl i know and love.”

a/n pt2: there was a kink i wanted to add in bc it felt like it fit but i got too scared to do it. (mostly bc i don’t enjoy said kink) if anyone can guess it i’ll tell your main to come see you tonight in your dream. also i've been struggling lately with loving something while i write it and then hating it when i'm editing it💔also also, i said this yesterday but i wrote a lot of the smut while i was crazy sick, sooo if it's off it's because i was lowkey fighting for my life😭😭

tags🫶: @colonelkaboom @sweetcalebb @heartyluv @cutiepips @wetforsylus @angeleclair @insidious-innocence @xaviersbunny @deepspacenova @silverianni @paintedperidot @luvleixo

moving car divider from @/legality-graphics, flag divider by @sweetmelodygraphics sparkly checkers from @ivy-vinezz

[lokisbxtches]

#20thbday

[lokisbxtches]

Yall Johnny (Joesph Quinn) would not have multiple people over in the Baxter building or sleep with multiple people. The director even said this version wasn’t the type to do that so yall constantly mischaracterizing him is irking me

[runningupthatvecna]

enchanting the older emperor

cw a soft, slow morning in an unfamiliar bed and the emperor can't keep his hands to himself. fem!reader, smut (minors shoooo), oral (f receiving), unprotected vp, dirty talk, use of pet names, confessions of feelings, fluff bc they're both such goo for each other. no use of y/n. 3k.

a/n oops, looks like i accidentally wrote a sequel to taming the older emperor because i selfishly couldn't let go of soft, simpy geta so soon lol. and yes yes i know, this whole 'concubine turned chosen one' is a little sucked dry but i just had to get it out of my system. this can be read as a stand-alone but i highly recommend reading the taming first. can you believe the world's slowest writer wrote this within 6 days on vacation? me neither but here we are lol. comments and reblogs are as always highly encouraged and appreciated, thank you for reading my utter filth <3 special thanks to my loves @exquisiteserotonin and @gorbo-longstocking for being sweet and supportive as always.

translations pluma – feather // praecantrix – enchantress // carissima/carissimus – dearest // dulcia – sweetness

Carissima.

Carissima.

Carissima.

It reverberates in your mind like a prayer.

He's peaceful like this. Asleep on his belly, his back gently rising and falling with each small breath he subconsciously takes. One arm up, the one close to you parallel with his torso. His cheek pressed against the linen, lips slightly parted, a boyish youth playing on his features that you would not assign him if you thought back to the obscene way he had made you feel mere hours ago.

The thought alone makes you want to relive the collision of his lips against yours, satisfy the ache that flares up again at the sight next to you, that wicked tongue you've grown fond of in places you had dreamed of but never expected it to be actually going.

The first light of the day softly paints the clouds in a pinkish red, it is too early for any imperial duties to present a bother to his majesty just yet.

You lean over, your mind and body entirely unable to resist, a small peck to his shoulder blade. A deep, sleep soaked hum vibrates through him at the feeling, "find your sleep again, pluma. There's no good in watching me instead."

Part of you still hesitant to reach out and let your want transpire into his skin through your fingertips, you stay on your back, head tilted to the side so you can take in what you prefer to look at the most these days.

"You are no sight to dismiss so easily, meus Caesar."

The suggestive answer makes his lips curl, dark brown eyes fluttering open as he immediately finds yours.

It is that same distinct something in his gaze he already had bestowed upon you the night before. So incredibly alluring, a promise of granting your safety, almost.

He takes in his vision as that gaze travels elsewhere, the way the thin sheets covering your modesty rise and fall with the landscape of your body, there is no doubt in the room he wants to see you exactly like this. Soft sleepy morning glow surrounding your every fiber, all there for him to take.

"Am I now?", he mumbles, the rasp in his voice betraying his awakeness. You smile and nod with a small giggle escaping your chest, it's all you seem to be capable of when he slowly pushes his torso away from the mattress, an attempt to stretch the sleepiness out of his limbs, and you can still see his muscles flex beneath the soft plains of alabaster skin despite the lack of light at this hour of the day.

He stretches further, spreads his knees and leans back on his heels, and you can't help yourself but look. Even the last ounce of boyishness surrounding him dissolves when your eyes rake down from his broad shoulders and chest adorned by rosy nipples, over his mildly pudgy midriff, acknowledging how it is decorated by small patches of freckles spread like starbursts in the nightly sky, just to subsequently land on the light and thin thatch of coarse hair right above his stiffened cock, the night spells you knew some men would awake with in the mornings from time to time, present in his system.

"If you think you are being subtle about your flattering desires, I must inform you that the gemstones in your eyes betray yourself, carissima."

He feels generous with his words again this morning, and what he does not yet grasp is how you have taken notice of his very own desires just as well. As consequence, you feel your cheeks warm and the notice causes the wetness to pool hotly in your core.

It never meant to be a secret, it had just been safer to keep the extent of your need for him being around stashed away, in the privacy of the walls of your chamber.

A hand on your knee nudges your legs open, it burns so warm to the touch you think it is going to leave a mark. You oblige his silent demand, allowing him to flop back down, sunset head of hair right where your thighs meet.

"I just never expected your grace to want me around for longer, for more, for the moments when your temper would not be the reason. It is not exactly common for someone like me being … allowed among these sheets", you pause, eyes slowly peeling away from where he is situated and taking in the material opulence surrounding you, "in this room, even."

The warm breath from his tight lipped sigh feels warm against your core, even through the crumpled sheets still covering you.

He wants you to understand that the invitation to his very bed was impulsive, yes, but nothing less than a promise of his very own loyalty.

You feel a soft brush of his lips through the fabric, right where you need him, his warm ember eyes never leaving you, it sends a jolt of pleasure and anticipation through your system.

"But you are here now, yes?"

His nose digs into the meat of your inner thigh, and not long after, every other part of your skin not yet freed by his hands from the remaining layer of fabric. Like a feline creature he rubs his cheek against you as he inhales every single note that determines your scent, something that finally can transpire into the linens, engulfing him for future nights to come. Determined to still the need for registering every minor detail of your reaction to his ministrations.

You nod with a hum and a smile, and his question almost feels like one asking for consent for what's about to follow.

It takes everything in your willpower to fight the urge to close those thighs again when he pulls at the sheets, the attempt to squirm and shy away from his heavy lidded gaze so lustfilled it easily rivals the one you had been set aflame with half a night ago.

And it does its thing to you again, as if his eyes summon the throb in your heart and between your folds, anticipation so evident it already drips down onto the linens.

"Do not go all shy on me now, sweet one. Not when your wet cunt whispers my name so desperately, I cannot help myself but answer."

With a gaze between a command and a warning, he begins tasting you, licks a long stripe from the back to the front where he's already found out lays your most sensitive spot.

He sucks, lets his tongue circle, sucks again and hums like he wishes to spend the rest of his waking days right there.

It makes your eyes roll and lungs moan with no restraints, your hand finds those sunset coloured strands of hair and your hips find an involuntary rhythm against his mouth.

As a response his moans vibrate against your clit as he watches your every move, letting you know just how much he finds himself enjoying the way you pull on his roots softly, mingled with the way the taste of your weeping cunt lingers on his tongue, hands that have wandered to your inner thighs gently rubbing up to your knees and back down and back up and back down, keeping your squirming legs opened for his insatiable hunger, an encouragement in its own.

Geta takes, and takes, and takes.

While all at the same time he gives. And gives. And gives.

Cumming on his mouth for the first instance feels like breathing and dying at the same time, like the spark of a new sense of self is being ignited inside of you, the lower half of his handsome face glistening with your slick in the rays of sunlight permeating the windows now. A grin splits his lips, beaming with pride of his most recent achievement as the skin around his eyes falls into wrinkles.

You're panting still, slightly sweaty around your middle while your sensitive cunt is drenched with slick and spit, the aftermath of his eagerness, and he takes a moment once again to acknowledge the sight of you as he sits back up once more.

It strikes you then, haphazardly getting up in an attempt to flop down onto your belly right inbetween his spread thighs as your hand reaches for his leaking cock, intending to fulfill his expectations as quickly as you are used to.

With a smile warmer than anything you had ever seen on him before, he stops you in your tracks, one of his big hands cradling your face for a brief moment as it emphasizes what he does next: pulling you towards him by your neck, allowing for his plush, rosy lips to meet yours in a searing attempt of a kiss.

"Caesar, I–", you mumble into the warmth of his exhale while the taste of yourself registers on your very own tongue, he doesn't seem to want your mouth on his dick just yet and it causes you confusion.

Another soft bite to your lower lip cuts you off as the muscles in his arms pull you against him swiftly, the feeling of your belly causing gentle friction against his stiff length, making him twitch against you as he sighs from even just an ounce of pleasure.

"Nuh-uh, shhh, enough with this caesar nonsense. To you, I am Geta, nothing else", the last words are dropped in something lower than his usual baritone as he moves his lips to your soft cheek, right where his nose presses against the side of your cheekbone. He keeps himself there with closed eyes, urgency in the way he tightly holds you to his searingly warm body, "want to fuck you, carissima, right now. Fuck you so good you will not be able to leave this room anytime soon, screaming my name for all of Rome to hear."

The desire drips from his lips with every word that jumps over them, thumbs catching the meat of your sore behind where he holds you to him as his eyes skim over the blossomings on your neck from the nocturnal summoning.

After a peck to your lips, he barely waits for you to register his words, pushes you back into the sheets and flips you to your belly, only to move so he straddles your legs and nudges your ass up.

Geta moans at the sight once more, entirely past the point of feeling any shame that would keep him from informing you of the way you have him feeling.

His hard, twitching cock rests between your ass cheeks before he pulls back and slowly fills you with barely any resistance but under whimpers from your own lungs. The stretch burns so delightfully, the weight of him presses you into the mattress along with the slow and deep thrusts he soon starts grinding into you.

Huffs and moans fill your ears, his lips are back on your shoulder. It feels like he has all the time in the world to do this to you. No rush, no hurry, no need to be anywhere else but here.

Each short, slow drag and grind of his hips makes your eyes roll in pleasure as he breathes filthy words against your neck. You always enjoyed being at his mercy, given the nature of your granted stay at the palace, so being underneath him once again, hopelessly letting him take it, actively restructures even the tiniest of parts that make up your existence. His actions exude familiarity, yet they are laced with so much more gentleness.

"Mea praecantrix, you feel so divine, it is so hard not to think of you, of this, of your tight sweet warm hole inviting me in. My mind is constantly surrounded by you, just you, all the damned time. I cannot even yell at any of the senators in peace, without the sweet memory of you and this body nagging at the forefront of my cranium."

The last sentence makes you giggle, you turn your head so you can catch his eyes in the corner of your vision.

"I would like to say that I am sorry, but that would be a lie."

A smile spreads over his features, he is genuinely putty in your hands for the first time, but if you would put more thought to it, it had been going in a direction indicating his favouritism for a while now. He had stopped laying with other concubines months ago, requested your presence more frequently, visibly twitched with nerves whenever your attendance to whatever he occupied himself with was delayed.

You arch your back, allowing to press his arousal even deeper. It is like sending him a signal about your very own feelings, and he catches it.

The gentleness evaporates slowly, thrusts becoming more urgent and enthusiastic as he stems his arms into the mattress on either side of your ribcage to gain leverage.

"Thought I missed the way you always – mmmh gods, you look at me, pluma, your gaze nearly burning holes through my skull when I would have you accompany my brother and me to the imperial box at the games, feeling your prying eyes on every part of me whenever– mhhhh, I would need to undress for my green-haired physician at his clinic, or the unseeming glances from the windows whenever I would pay a visit to the gardens", he pounds you harder with each sentence, emphasizing his want, his words spilling into your ears and straight to your core, "not to mention this incredibly sweet wet, needy cunt you always present to me so willingly."

His words make you whine out for him, need for your second release starting to overwhelm your senses.

"As I said, you're no s–sight to dismiss so easily, Geta", a satisfied grunt escapes him at the mention of his actual name and you swallow hard, "oh my gods, please, please dont stop!"

In a matter of seconds he pulls out, manhandles you onto your back with legs spread and cunt gaping, before he slips back inside and continues the same pace. Slap, slap, slap, the collision of skin and your soft begs drive him nuts, once again.

His elbows find their spot on each side of your head this time, and the next thing he says is a whispered promise, "not until I have your sweet release all over and dripping from my cock, dulcia."

Goosebumps, goosebumps everwhere.

The side of his nose touches yours as he leans in further, his weight back on you comfortably as his hips keep up their relentless rhythm. He groans into your mouth when you release another whimper with furrowed brows, announcing your peak as your hands reconnect with the golden waves on his head, pulling and tugging softly between cradles of his head in an attempt to convey your desperate desire in his sheets.

"There, oh fuck, right there, meus Geta", your eyes roll as the waves crash once more, and it doesn't take more than a few seconds of bucking hips and the pulsing of your walls for your Geta to follow.

Plush lips find yours again inbetween panting breaths, the remnants of both your climaxes evident in the messy nature of the affectionate exchange.

He lets his weight back down on you, comfortably, as one of your hand rakes through his sunset waves once more, a smile decorating both of your faces inbetween pecks.

There is a part of you that still expects him to dismiss you now, even though in reality, it is the furthest thing on the emperor's mind.

"Tell me you will stay."

No hesitancy on your mind, being at his beck and call was your purpose, after all.

"Of course, for as long as you wish. You literally own me, Caesar. I have nowhere to go, even if I wanted to."

He senses what you are trying to refer to, an exhale colliding against your chin and neck. The hierarchal structures of Rome were so etched on your mind it feels like this time it is you who needs to remind him of your place.

A realisation seems to crack over his features, and you watch his adam's apple bob in his throat before his eyes find yours again, holding more truth in them than perhaps ever before, "you were free the moment I laid my eyes on you for the first time."

The admission is nothing short of a glitch to your mind, brows disappearing behind your hairline, "do please not ever lie to me, Carissimus."

His nose decides to brush against yours again, earnesty in his gaze, the corner of his mouth twitches upwards at the petname crawling over your tongue for the first time.

"It is of candor. You have been doing such wicked things to me, sweetness. Without fail I feel so much better whenever basking in your presence, just the look into those deep forests brings me calm. I see you in my dreams at night, and whenever you leave the room you never really leave."

With him in the golden glow of the morning sun, hovering above you, his still hard cock pinning you to the mattress while his mouth turns his thoughts into spoken verity, it all feels like a dream one would only experience in a high fever, and yet, it has become your stark truth. Over time, yet very sudden.

"There really is no better moment to say this than right now", he emphasizes what he means by letting his lovesick hips grind against you once more, a fire alight behind his irises and his plush lips stretch into a smile no one in the empire had ever witnessed on his handsome face before, "so you, Carissima, you will be my empress."

[ornateglass]

『 JOHNNY STORM X READER 』

'Lord almighty, I feel my temperature rising'

plot: plot? there's no plot here, just smut

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI fem!reader. a cheeky little play on cockwarming (hehe, i'll see myself out), all smut...that's the warning, a little temperature play, established relationship, gratuitous use of baby (because my knees go weak thinking of johnny saying it), and a 'good girl' just because

word count: 1150

the tea: here i am again, presenting my next offering to the smut deities. this was technically supposed to be posted during kinktober, but that didn't go as planned. and i listened to elvis far too much while writing this mostly because the inspired era of the film and also the song fit too perfectly. anyhoo, happy reading 🧡

“I need you to tell me if anything I do is too much.” Johnny’s voice just barely breaks through your blissful daze.

“I promise,” you hum, kiss-swollen lips curving into a smile.

His eyes narrow, knowing that glint of mischief in your gaze will be the death of him. And yet, here you are, on his bed, cool air kissing your bare skin, his mouth against the curve of your neck, lingering over your fluttering pulse.

He was everywhere, and not nearly close enough. The scent of smoke radiating off him, warm palms grasping every inch of you—like a brand searing your skin.

“I don’t know if I believe you,” he murmurs against your throat, breath hot, tongue soothing every graze of his teeth.

Your little gasps threaten to undo him right then and there, his cock twitching against your thigh every time you tug at his hair—seeking him out like a flame seeking oxygen.

Precum already coats the blushed tip, leaving a glistening trail the lower he goes. His mouth brushes over the curve of your breast, closing around your nipple, sucking and stroking the stiff peak until you’re trembling and breathless.

“Johnny…please.”

A hum rumbles from his chest, the sound sending a wave of tingles across your skin and straight to your core. There’s a wet little pop as he pulls away, saliva-coated lips moving to the other breast, latching on to provide equal attention.

His hand slips between your thighs, circling your clit, slick coating his fingers.

“Fuck—” he pants against your skin, rocking his hips forward—but the pressure was nowhere near enough to quell the heat in his veins. “All wet for me? Needed me to touch you like this?”

You nod frantically, whining from the gentle pressure that keeps you teetering on the edge. “Please.” The plea slips out on a broken gasp.

“I’ve got you, baby.” He presses a kiss to your cheek before moving down, settling at the edge of the bed. “Gonna give you what you need.”

He wedges himself between your thighs, lifting them over this shoulders, a groan leaving his chest at the sight of your glistening cunt. “You’re so beautiful.”

You squirm, heat flushing your cheeks, but he holds you still, hands pressing your hips into the mattress while he devours you like a man starved. It was a messy, desperate mix of broad strokes and flicks that makes you writhe.

“God—Johnny.”

He groans into you, licking deeper, teasing your entrance—reveling at the way you whisper his name repeatedly.

Face turned into the pillow, you grasp at the sheets to anchor yourself.

His tongue traces every dip and ridge, knowing the exact spots that make you whine.

He glances up at you, grinning against your dripping core as your chest rises and falls with uneven breaths. Your vision blurs and the sound you make when he presses two fingers into you is unlike anything you’ve heard before.

“Please, Johnny,” you choke, voice fracturing on a moan as he works you with a steady pace, deep presses and curls, the tension building like slow blazing inferno. “I…I need…”

He practically whines at the way you clench around him. “I know. I need you to come first, baby,” he mutters, low and feral, sucking your clit so hard you see white.

With a sharp cry, you unravel, walls clamping tight, his fingers working you through every shudder. His touch gentles, tongue lapping up every last drop of your release. Dizzy and panting, he pulls away, glistening lips spreading into a wide grin. “Such a good girl.”

You nearly faint, from the praise, from the exertion, eyes all glassy and distant.

But he’s nowhere near done. Not when his mouth hits yours, heat radiating off his skin, the taste of you on his tongue. He groans at the way you reach for him, fingers digging into his shoulders, muscles flexing beneath your palms.

He rocks his hips forward, his cock dragging through your slick, moaning into your mouth when the tip catches on your entrance, arms trembling beside you. “God—” he exhales shakily. “Hold on to me.”

Arms around his neck, thighs tight at his waist, he takes his time, stretching you inch by inch—a perfect storm of pain and pleasure. He’s so big you choke on a gasp when he just barely reaches halfway.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to your throat and jaw. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You flutter around him and he nearly comes on the spot.

Clenching his jaw, he fists the sheets, knuckles white and muscles shuddering when he finally sheathes himself. Hips snug against yours, chest heaving with ragged pants, he grins wickedly.

Before you can even consider questioning what is going on in that mind of his, your breath goes still, mouth opening with a silent gasp. “Oh my god—”

Warmth gradually radiates off his cock, spreading through your core. Your eyes nearly roll back into your head as the heat intensifies, making every inch of contact spark like a live wire.

“Fuck—” he groans, the whole world tilting from the rush of blood.

Even as he remains still, the heat is a silent current passing between you, a pulsing sensation tethering your bodies together.

“You feel so good, baby,” he mutters through clenched teeth.

You nod, barely able to form a coherent thought. A delicious wave of tingles spreads through your body, warmth kindling your veins like liquid sunshine.

The first roll of his hips is deep, deliberate, the friction like sparks skittering across his skin—your tight walls pulling him in so deeply he can barely catch his breath.

Every thrust perfectly hits that sweet spot, punching broken whimpers from your chest. He kisses you again, tongue rolling with yours, swallowing every beautiful sound you make.

The room echoes with the sounds of skin meeting skin and the heat of pleasure.

Tears slip into your hair as he pushes you over the edge, walls clamping around him like a vise, a ragged sob tearing from your chest. Your orgasm hits so hard the world goes muffled and dark for a moment.

He chokes on a groan, pressing his forehead to yours. His hips stutter as he breaks, velvety hot ropes spilling into you.

The world fades to just the two of you, hearts beating rapidly and a shaky tangle of limbs.

For a long while, he stays there, admiring you like you're the sun lighting up his life, pressing kisses to your flushed cheeks. "Did so good, baby."

While the city hums beyond the walls of the Baxter Building, you curl against him under the covers, wrapped tightly in his arms and warmth.

“Next time, I’m using an ice cube on you,” you whisper, lashing fluttering heavily.

He chuckles softly, murmuring into your hair, “Deal.”

thank you for reading 🧡

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[dearwalker]

It’s getting hot in here | sex pollen

Pairing: Johnny Storm x reader Word count: 7.9k

Description: While analyzing space plants in Sue’s lab, you get infected with sex pollen. Johnny, hotshot, flirty as hell, and definitely not yours (yet) starts looking a little too good in those tight pants. You try to fight it, until you find yourself begging him to save you.

Tags/warnings: no movie spoilers. fem!reader, sex pollen, smut, johnny loves to flirt and tease, long buildup, yearning, tension, hands kink, begging, praising, fingering, oral fem rec, piv, multiple rounds.

Note: It’s getting hot in here or is it just me? 🙂‍↕️ I couldn’t help myself, needed to make another one of these with my man Johnny🔥 also I know this is very long but this is porn with juicy plot lmao, enjoy 🫶🏼

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Working at the Baxter Tower had always been the dream. Years of research in botanical science had finally paid off when Sue Storm called, inviting you to study alien plant specimens from their latest space mission. It was everything you’d ever wanted.

And of course, becoming friends with her after months of working together came with many open doors, and benefits. And one of them was her brother.

Johnny Storm.

Blonde, charming to the core, unfairly handsome, way smarter than he let on. Quite the hotshot. Literally. And infuriatingly interested in you the moment you stepped into the building.

Sue said he hadn’t set foot near her lab in months. Now he dropped by almost daily with flimsy excuses, snacks, oxygen checks, dumb questions about leaf colors, all paired with a flirty comment and that unfairly pretty smile.

You rolled your eyes. Every time.

You also got flustered. Every time.

And he noticed. Every time.

And as much as you tried to convince yourself not to fall for his charm, it was practically impossible when he showed up in the middle of the day with some chips and those pretty blue eyes, saying something about how your lab coat fit you particularly nicely that day. You swore you weren’t falling for it. Not for him. Because he flirted with everyone. That’s who he was.

Still, that didn’t stop your heart from skipping whenever he looked at you like you were the only person in the room.

Thankfully, he wasn’t around this time, so you could totally focus on your work with Sue.

"Okay! batch 5FA's tests are catalogued and processed, programming a check in tomorrow. Let's go with batch 5FB," Sue announced, storing the studied samples inside an isolated chamber.

"Batch 5FB is here. Thank you HERBIE," you smiled as the adorable robot placed a glass box with a metal base on the counter in front of you.

You were running a second round of tests on previously labeled specimens, checking for possible medicinal uses. You pressed the button on the base and the glass dome lifted in a soft hiss, releasing a small cloud of white fog from the chamber's interior.

Sue turned her attention to her tablet, scrolling through the database for any notes on these samples. But before she could find any, all the lights went out. All systems stopped working, including the heating.

"Not again," she groaned, setting the tablet down and standing up to head out, no doubt to scold her husband for running experiments during your lab hours.

She stormed off the room, using a soft glow of energy to guide her, leaving you alone in the dark.

Now where was Johnny Storm when you needed him?

If he weren't outside, probably absorbing flames from a burning building, you were sure he'd already be here. Flaming on with that smug smirk before Sue could even reach Reed's lab.

Maybe it was your imagination, but moments like this always felt colder when the golden sun who made it his mission to orbit you... wasn't there.

You lifted your arm to check the watch device on your wrist, one that Johnny had insisted you got 'in case of an emergency', but he just wanted you to have it to continue flirting with you when he wasn't around in the lab. This time being no exception, there was a message from him.

🔥: Will bring some snacks later, I’m sure you look delightful as always. Don’t miss me too much ;)

You rolled your eyes and shook your head amused, locking the watch before you got too caught up staring at the contact photo, set by him, obviously, when he prepared the device for you.

The lights suddenly flickered back on, and the heat kicked back in. Sue re entered the lab, looking proud of herself.

"The next time that happens, he's never hearing the end of it," she muttered, rolling her eyes with a smirk as she made her way back and you chuckled. "Now, shall we?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at the samples.

"I have a feeling this is a promising batch," you joked, eyeing the boring looking plants.

First mistake of the day.

You both got to work, moving in sync through the usual process. It was routine, nothing outside the ordinary, but for some reason ... you began feeling uneasy.

It started with your fingers, a soft, harmless tingle spreading up. You frowned, brushing the sudden sheen of sweat from your forehead with your sleeve.

Was the heating overcompensating? You could swear the room was warmer.

Before you could say anything to Sue, who was still calmly swabbing samples, a familiar scent hit you, making you freeze in place.

First, something intoxicatingly warm and smoky. Then, a devastatingly familiar cologne you knew too well who it belonged to.

Johnny?

Your head snapped around, expecting him to be standing right behind you. That would certainly explain the sudden heat increase, the scent. His scent.

But there was no one there.

"What the hell," you whispered, scanning the lab for any sign of him. Maybe it was another one of his dumb pranks?

Your heart skipped a beat, then started pounding. You turned around fully this time, eyes searching frantically across the room for a possible fire you could be missing.

The smell of smoke was too strong, so much that the air felt heavier. Johnny's crazy theory about the plants affecting the room's oxygen suddenly didn't feel so dumb anymore.

Oh, Johnny.

Those blue eyes. That stupid grin. Those hands. Those tight pants outlining his– wait.

What the actual hell was that thought?

And worse, why did it help?

You didn't get the chance to question your thoughts any further, because the door hissed open, and he walked in. Casual as ever, carrying two drinks and a bag of chips.

"Snack delivery," Johnny called out with a smile, tossing you a wink before turning his attention to HERBIE at the entrance. "Hey, little guy. Miss me?"

He placed the things on a counter next to the door, and crouched down beside the robot, scratching the top of the metal head affectionately. You heard Sue sighing annoyed beside you, but your complete focus was on him.

Because now you were watching him laugh, his eyes crinkling, his forearms flexing as he leaned casually on his knees, and you weren't just staring, you were obsessing. The way his fingers traced little circles into HERBIE's side. A deep red jacket hugging his frame. The outline of his toned chest under that fitted t-shirt. The way his jeans fit when he crouched like that.

Jesus Christ.

You blinked hard, turning away so fast you nearly knocked over a tray of samples.

What the hell was going on?

You weren't even looking at him anymore and still, you could feel him. Smell it. The smoke, and something warm and sweet and masculine. Something him. Stronger now, like it was clinging to the inside of your lungs. You inhaled slowly, carefully, biting your lips to keep a whine from coming out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him stand stretching lazily, arms overhead, shirt riding up just a little too far. You stared at the plant in your hand like it was the most fascinating thing you'd ever seen, praying Sue wouldn't turn around and notice your soul leaving your body.

"I was right, you look absolutely delightful today," Johnny said casually, leaning over the counter by the door.

You dropped the sample.

Sue did turn around this time, raising an eyebrow as you fumbled to grab it. You knew he flirted like breathing, you got used to it. But not now. Not when this indescribable heat was pooling between your thighs.

"Thanks," you muttered, not trusting yourself to look at him. Because if you did, if you dared, you were about one compliment away from grabbing him by the collar and climbing him like a tree.

And apparently, your body agreed. You squeezed your thighs together, pulse hammering in your ears, because why did that compliment feel like he'd whispered it right against your skin?

"Here you go," his voice startled you when he appeared next to you, placing a can of soda and a bag of chips on the table.

And then he had the audacity to lean on the counter, tapping his long fingers rhythmically on some equipment as he peeked over your work.

It shouldn't be that hot. It's just fingers. It's just tapping.

But god, those hands...

"Did you–did you wear more cologne today?" you asked before you could stop yourself.

Dammit.

Johnny straightened up in his spot, eyebrows raised in surprise.

"Actually no, I forgot it today," he said, then tilted his head with a smirk. "Why? Do I smell nice?"

"No–I mean, you don't smell bad. Or good. It's just... nothing," you shut yourself up before you could continue rambling.

"Uh-huh. You okay, doc?" he asked, a smirk on his face as he innocently chewed on a chip. "You look kind of sweaty."

You turned around halfway to the opposite side, facing Sue instead. Safety zone. Sue was safe. Science. Plants.

But even she was watching you with narrowed eyes now. Like she knew. Like she sensed the shift in the air, the pheromones steaming from your body.

"You're flushed," Sue said, leaning closer with a concerned frown. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm fine," you blurted. "Totally fine. Just warm. The heating came back on really strong, right?"

"You can always take off that pretty lab coat, let us see that cute skirt of yours."

Fuck.

You were going to kill him. Or jump his bones. Or both. You turned your attention back to the plants, and you could feel both siblings' eyes drilling on the sides of your head.

"Don't look at me right now," you whispered, more to Johnny than Sue. "It's distracting, seriously. Don't–"

"Wait–am I making you nervous?" he teased, squinting playfully. "You usually want to kick me out, what's up with you?"

"Nothing. Leave."

"Oh, now you want me out? You're being weird today."

"You're weird every day," you snapped.

He didn't seem to be bothered by your attitude, if anything it made him want to try harder to see how much he could get on your nerves. Satisfied with your flustered reaction, he decided to walk across the lab to grab something from the spot he'd initially been in, but thankfully, got distracted by the robot again.

Sue narrowed her eyes at you the whole time, before turning back to her tablet. "I'm pulling the preliminary scans. Something feels off."

Something was definitely off. You were practically vibrating. If Johnny got any closer again you were not going to be responsible for your actions.

You forced yourself to focus on breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Ignore Johnny's stupid laugh and his stupid biceps as he played with herbie in the background.

"Oh no," Sue gasped, staring at her tablet, and your stomach dropped.

"What?" you whispered, trying to keep Johnny oblivious to it, stepping toward her. "What oh no?"

She turned the tablet just enough for you to read the highlighted results from batch 5B.

Pheromone compound found. Induces increased arousal in subjects, mental fixation on known desires, and irrational impulses toward selected partners. Triggered by sudden light and temperature changes. Potentially dangerous if not treated.

You blinked once. Then again.

"Did I just get hit with sex pollen?!" You whisper shouted. Sue just nodded, feeling sorry for you, at least her modified DNA kept her safe from it.

Suddenly it all made sense.

The heat. The way your skin was buzzing. The uncomfortable pressure building low in your stomach. And God help you, the way your brain couldn't stop fixating on Johnny Storm.

"What's with the whispering? Are you talking about me?" behind you, Johnny shouted from his spot, and you could hear the grin in his voice.

"Don't come over here!" You turned and pointed at him in panic. "We're ... working."

He raised both hands, amused and quite confused. "I was just gonna ask if you wanted the sour cream chips too–"

"Do not say cream right now!" you snapped, turning back to Sue like she was your lifeline. "Sue, get him out of here. Now."

"Why?"

"Because he's annoying, and I can't deal with that right now," you lied, straight in her face, because the reason you needed him gone was if he said one more thing about your skirt ...

"Right, okay." She nodded. After all, this wasn't the first time she needed to kick out Johnny for both of your sake's.

She stormed toward the other end of the lab, clapping her hands. "Johnny. Out. Now."

"What? Why?" he blinked, feigning hurt. "I was just ... HERBIE and I were having a bonding moment–"

"Out. We need to work in peace." She pointed to the door, glaring at him.

He raised his hands in surrender, but that smug grin never left his face.

"Alright, alright, I'm going, damn. Don't miss me too much." He winked as he walked backwards out the door. "But if you do, you know where to find–"

The door hissed shut on his face. You groaned, leaning against the counter.

"Sex pollen lasts around twelve hours. At least, as far as I know. But if it doesn't get solved, what happens?"

"Well..." she hesitated.

"Sue?"

"Your nervous system could crash. You're not just... horny, you're chemically overwhelmed. Your dopamine's probably through the roof. If it gets worse, you could faint. Or ...worse."

"Worse? Oh my god," you gulped. "So I just ... die?”

"It will only feel like that."

"Only? Oh my God. Oh my God."

"Don't panic!"

"Don't tell me not to panic!"

"Okay, okay, sorry," she apologized, scrolling through the information again. "Listen, the data says it gives you fixation on selected partners, so that's probably who you're being drawn to right now. You could get them to, you know ...help you."

You froze. No. It can't be happening. Not like this.

"You do have someone in mind, right?" She glanced up from her tablet, questioning.

You didn't answer. Her eyes narrowed.

"Wait ... who is it?"

No answer, again. But Sue Storm didn't need you to say it. All she had to do was study your state. Dilated pupils, the slight tremble of your hands, not being able to stay still. And the way all of that seemed to have gotten worse when her brother walked in the room.

Her jaw dropped with realization. "No," she said horrified, gaze drifting to the door.

"Yes," you whispered, mortified, hands covering your face from embarrassment. "It's not my fault! Everything he does makes me wanna–"

"Ew! Stop–stop talking!" She made a gagging motion. "Gross, that's my baby brother!"

"I know! Do you think I wanted this?" You groaned into your hands, and she sighed dramatically.

"I'm going to find Reed, he might be able to create a suppressant or something. But listen to me, this stuff can escalate fast, especially if you don't get any release. So maybe just... maybe just call him, okay?"

"What?" You stared at her in horror.

"Only if it gets worse! I'm not saying do anything, don't tell me if you do ... actually I don't want to know anything about it ever," she scowled, walking backwards to the door, making HERBIE follow her.

"Sue–"

"Bye! Good luck! Don't die!" And with a last apologetic smile, she was gone.

You were so fucked.

Not literally, unfortunately.

There was no one here to stop you from spiraling now. No one to distract you. Just the echo of Johnny's stupid laugh in your head and the phantom trace of his hand all over the lab's equipment.

You've been around him all week. He was always touching things, sometimes just to piss Sue off. Flicking paperclips while saying you looked pretty. Tapping those fingers of his on every damn surface before someone kicked him out.

Why were you so fixated on his hands?

"Known desires." Pft. As if. You groaned softly, pressing your thighs together like that was going to help.

It didn't.

"You've gotta be kidding me," you whispered to the empty lab, remembering what Sue told you about calling ... him.

Don't you dare. It's just fake heat. He's not yours. You can't call him because you're desperate.

You sat on the edge of your stool and gripped the edge of the counter, trying to stay grounded. Trying to breathe. Constantly shifting your hips against the leather in hopes of relief. It didn't help. Nothing helped.

Your body was screaming for him. Only for him.

Maybe you could relieve yourself.

First, you decided to get rid of your lab coat. Then, taking a deep breath, you slipped your free hand under the waistband of the skirt, gasping when your shaky fingers fumbled against your dripping folds. You gripped the table harder, nails hurting against the hard countertop, as the fingers inside you moved erratically.

Maybe if you just pretended it was him ...

He was all you could think about after all. The way his voice went lower when he said your name, the restraint he showed around you keeping his hands to himself, or the times he watched you from the corner of the lab, sat on a stool, legs spread wide in those unfairly tight pants waiting for you to sit on them.

Oh, Johnny.

What would you do to have him ask 'Where does it hurt?' and then kiss it better. To have him all over you. Touching you. Whispering something hot and stupid while his mouth kissed down your stomach. The way his hands would feel, how his warm grip would hold your thighs open and–

No.

Fantasies weren't enough. Your fingers weren't enough. It was getting worse, actually, the tension building up in your body made it more painful.

"Come on, this is not happening," you yanked your hand back, staring at the ceiling in utter defeat. "I'm not gonna sit here and finger myself over Johnny Storm like a lunatic."

You covered your face with both hands, groaning. You were dripping. Actually dripping. And no matter what you tried, it just made you want him more.

Twelve hours. You had twelve hours of this.

Unless ...

No.

The moment you saw him again you'd explode from shame and arousal at the same time.

You inevitably glanced over the watch on your wrist. The one Johnny himself synced to his, so you could instantly patch through no matter where he was in the world.

But right now, your salvation was probably no further than three floors down.

You knew he would come the second you called. God, he'd come running. He'd probably make a joke out of it. ‘What, you miss me that bad?’ and then he'd see it in your face.

The need. The desperation. The lack of self control.

And maybe, just maybe ... he'd understand.

"Please... I don't know what else to do, " your hesitant finger slowly reached the small screen, and hovered over Johnny Storm's name.

His contact picture made you press it instantly.

The device beeped only once, and then his voice came through.

"Miss me already?" His voice was light, amused. "Or did Sue set the lab on fire? ... see this is why I should always be there."

Your whole body twitched, relief and panic crashed over you in one brutal wave. He was joking. Of course he was. You could picture the smile in his voice, that stupid glint in his eyes.

It calmed you, only for a second. Like his voice was water in the middle of a dessert.

"Johnny... I need you here. Right now," you blurted, trying your best not to sound like you were dying.

He paused for a moment, and then his heavy footsteps echoed through the call.

"I'm coming," he said immediately, no hesitation, no further questions asked. The comm went silent.

Okay now what? There's no turning back, he's gonna be here. He's actually gonna be here.

You began pacing again. You couldn't think straight, and the heat was getting worse. Because now your brain painted images of him.

Johnny storming into the lab, hair tousled from how fast he walked there, with that smug smile and probably a damn stupid comment.

And you'll have to look him in the eye and tell him why you called. Tell him you were burning. That nothing helped. That you needed him or you would die.

How the fuck do you say that out loud?

'Hi Johnny, so I inhaled a plant's weird space pollen and now I'm gonna lose my mind if you don't rail me on this table?'

You shook your head. Forced yourself to straighten up. Smoothed your skirt, your blouse. Fingers shaking through your hair. If you could just act normal, or look normal, maybe you could buy time. Maybe Sue would come back before anything happened.

Maybe you wouldn't fall apart the second he looked at you.

But before you could control your breathing, the door slid open. And in walked Johnny, with that maddening, stupidly beautiful smirk already on his face.

"Well, well, well," he drawled, stepping inside. "Locked up alone in the lab, calling me back here in a hushed voice... you naughty thing. Couldn't even last an hour without me?"

You didn't move, taking in how much stronger his scent was now. He tilted his head at you, mischief lighting up his eyes as he strutted forward.

"So what, you finally decided I was irresistible? Wanted a private show?" He wiggled his fingers, letting small flames come to life. "Because I do take requests, you know. Fireman, sexy lab assistant–"

"Johnny," you snapped, voice cracking.

Something shifted in your posture then, like all the heat finally caught up with you. You backed away, pressing your hands flat against the cold edge of the counter like it could anchor you. Your breathing got more erratic, and your knees actually buckled before you forced yourself upright again.

Johnny's playful expression changed.

"Hey, hey–" he instantly crossed the space between you, reaching out to hold you but stopped when you flinched away from him. "What's wrong? What happened?"

You shook your head, trying to speak, but nothing came out. Just a helpless sound, a frustrated whimper. Johnny took a cautious step closer, still without touching you.

"Are you hurt, sweetheart?" His voice softened, laced with worry.

Sweetheart?

Your ovaries screamed.

"Johnny, something is wrong ... really wrong with me," you whispered, finally turning to look at him with glassy eyes.

He frowned, worried. His gaze scanned you, the way you could barely hold yourself upright but refused to let him hold you. So his eyes drifted to the table to find a possible reason, landing on the lit tablet, the screen still displaying the information.

"Johnny wait–"

Before you could stop him, he picked it up and scrolled through the content, eyes going wide. He paused, stared and read the entry again. And again. His mouth opened, trying to get a joke out of it, but the shock wouldn't let him.

"...it's pollen," he finally said, voice cracking like a boy hitting puberty again. "Sex pollen? You got hit with horny powder."

"Don't call it that," you groaned, covering your face with your hands from embarrassment.

Johnny looked down at your flushed skin, the sweat glistening on your collarbone, the way you couldn't even stand still anymore, and all of it clicked.

Holy shit. It was fucking sex pollen. He'd read about it before, but never thought he would have it in front of him.

That you would have it in front of him.

"Wait," he blurted, staring back at the tablet. "Wait wait wait–"

You peeked through your fingers, just in time to see him re reading the entry. His eyes went wide, in a mixture of surprise and something else.

"Known desires... selected partners," he mumbled the words, and then, he looked up at you with impossibly hopeful eyes and a grin on his face, “Me?"

You didn't answer him right away, you couldn't. You were sure this was the moment you fainted.

"I didn't know what to do," you whispered. "Sue left and I ... God, Johnny, I tried to fight it, I swear. But I couldn't think, and you were the only one I–"

"Hey," Johnny cut you softly, slowly closing the distance, your bodies barely grazing together. "Look at me."

You didn't.

"Come on," he coaxed, just a little softer. "You're okay. I got you."

Your eyes lifted to his, and the heat behind them made your stomach twist. He wasn't smirking anymore. No teasing, just him, present and very aware of what he was causing on you.

You hated that it only made things worse.

"I didn't know what to do," you whispered. "I can't think. I can't breathe."

He stared at you for a moment, hesitant.

"What do you need me to do?" he asked, genuinely. His hands were still on his sides, like his restraint was a question you could still say no to.

"God, I don't even know what I need," You let out a shaky laugh, half delirious, half desperate.

"Sure you do," he said quietly, like it was the easiest answer in the world. "You called me."

Your mouth parted, but no sound came out. So you nodded, because you did.

And then, just like that, his hand finally reached to your waist. Just his warm hand, barely even getting there, but your body snapped like he just sent electricity through your whole body.

You gasped, stumbling back, nearly knocking over the stool. Johnny quickly steadied you with both hands now, eyes wide.

"Okay, okay–that sensitive?" he chuckled breathlessly, like he still couldn't wrap his head around what was happening. "Not that I'm complaining, but usually when I flirt with you, you roll your eyes and then you kick me out."

But you weren't rolling your eyes now. Not yet, at least.

"Yeah I'm just ..." you mumbled, breathless. Skin burning with the feeling of his hands on your waist, warm even through your clothes, staring up at him like he hung the stars. "I feel like I'm burning alive and you're the only one who can put it out."

For the first time in his life, Johnny didn't know what to say back.

It's not like his fantasy of having you spread over the lab counter was starting to become a reality. Only if you said it. If you wanted him to.

God, if you really asked him he would please you in any way possible.

"Johnny..." you whined to get his attention. Your pupils were blown wide, lashes fluttering, eyes glassy with unshed tears you couldn't stop at this point. "It hurts, do–do something ... anything."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I said I got you–"

His hands cupped your face, impossibly warm against your already overheated skin. You leaned into them like you needed it, like you've been starved of touch for hours.

His touch.

And you stared at him, he was beautiful and hot and close, and your whole body leaned forward like a magnet. Like it knew it needed him. Because all you could see was him.

The concern in his eyes. The way his thumbs traced your cheekbones so gently. The way he was so close and still not close enough.

You reached out with shaking fingers and grabbed the collar of his jacket, yanking him toward you until your chests collided, until all you could feel was his toned body on yours.

You exhaled like you just found oxygen.

He stumbled forward, instinctively wrapping his arms around your back, pressing you tighter to him.

"...You're serious," he whispered, lost in the way you seemed to be devouring him with your eyes. "You're really not okay."

You nodded, fists clenching in his jacket.

And without even thinking about it, you rubbed against him. Your body moved slowly, needy. Instinctively.

It was just a subtle graze, your hips grinding against his body for friction, for anything. And for the first time in the day you felt some kind of relief.

"Shit, baby," he cursed under his breath, almost groaning.

You made a soft, broken sound in your throat at the friction, at the way his thigh brushed yours, at the warmth of his skin through his clothes, at the scent of him everywhere.

Johnny choked on his own breath. He tightened his grip for a moment, just enough to keep you from moving further. You whined, at this point completely lost in the haze, but he kept you firmly in place.

"Sweetheart..." he started softly. "If we do this–if you really want this, I'm not walking away from you afterward. I'm not pretending this didn't happen."

"Me neither," you answered, a little too rushed.

But you meant it. You were tired of pretending him strutting into the lab wasn't your favorite part of the day. Tired of pretending you didn't want him.

"Please Johnny," you begged, hands moving to play with his hair, "I want you. All of you, today and everyday."

He looked stunned for a second, that 'please' shattering every bit of restraint he had left . He'd been wanting you since day one.

"That's my girl," his hands cradled your face with such devastating tenderness, making you forget the chaos in your blood, the desperation clawing under your skin.

And then, in a sudden move, he spun you around, one arm wrapped around your waist as the other held the back of your head. He bent over your frame, tilting your body backwards, like being swept into a cliche movie kiss, and crashed his lips into yours. You gasped into his mouth as one of your feet left the ground, with your weight safe in his arms, and clenched your fists on his hair. He kissed you hungry, reverent, like this was the moment he'd been waiting his whole damn life for.

You clung to his body like oxygen, letting yourself get lost in the smoke, in the devastating warmth of his body, in the way his tongue dominated over yours. He groaned over your lips, like he could taste your urgency. Until none of you could breathe anymore.

"That's how you do a first kiss," he mumbled against your lips, breathless and still maddening cocky.

You pressed your forehead to his, panting, dizzy, holding on to him like he was the only thing keeping you alive.

"Now show me how you do me."

Yeah, you were going to be the death of Johnny Storm.

That was enough for him. He pulled you upright, spinning you to lift you over the counter. He kissed you again, rougher this time, and with one arm knocked over what was on the counter so you would have more space.

Metal tools clashed loudly against the floor, plant samples tilted over, dirt spilling on the ground, and something definitely shattered.

"Shit," he laughed into your lips. "Sue's gonna kill me."

"Don't care," you panted, tugging on his jacket so he could get rid of it.

"Eager, are we?" he smirked, but complied in taking it off, taking a step back to throw it across the room.

Your eyes raked through his body, biting your lip at the way that white shirt clung to this toned chest.

He placed himself between your legs again, palms laying on your skin, and started drumming his fingers absentmindedly. Like he didn't know exactly what he was doing to you. Like the casual tap of each warm fingertip against your thigh wasn't setting your whole body on fire.

Your breath shuddered watching his hands.

And he noticed. Of course he did, and his mouth curled into the softest, filthiest smile.

"Wait..." he said, mischief behind his eyes. "Hold on. Is it my hands? Is that what's doing it for you?

You swallowed hard, heart pumping in your chest. Your eyes darted to his fingers again, the ones teasing your skin a bit harder now. The ones you've thought about way too many times, in way too many ways.

His smirk grew when you didn't answer. He already knew.

Johnny's hand lifted behind your neck, coaxing your head back just enough so you were forced to meet his eyes, almost glowing golden fire with lust. The other trailed upward, knuckles brushing your chin before tracing the curve of your lips.

"Let me see that pretty mouth," he mumbled, and when your lips parted, he pushed two fingers inside, slow and steady.

You whimpered, eyes rolling back from tasting him. He just stared at you like he'd never seen anything hotter in his life.

"That's it... get them wet for you," Johnny breathed, thumb brushing your cheek as he watched you suck on them like a lifeline. "God, you're so hot."

He pulled his fingers free, glistening, and grinned like the absolute menace he was.

"Open your thighs for me."

You did, immediately, like your body belonged to ever command he made.

He slid his hand inside your skirt, the same one you just had in your mouth, reaching for your panties. You gasped when he finally touched you over the fabric, his fingers pressing between your legs, dragging slow and warm and perfect against your soaked underwear.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed. "Didn't even need it, you were already this wet for me, huh?"

You nodded, biting your lip. "I need you ... please,” the plea fell from your lips in a whisper. “Johnny … save me.”

Now he was staring at you like you hung the stars. Like having you wet, pleading, begging him to be your hero was a kink he never knew he had.

"Shit. Honey... I got you" he leaned in, like he couldn't get any closer. "I got you. I haven't even–fuck, I haven't even really started."

He slid your underwear aside and finally dipped his fingers into you, slow and gentle and so good you whimpered into his shoulder.

"There she is," he cooed. "God, you're so wet. So soft."

You clung to him, nails curling against the back of his neck. He groaned, obsessed with how desperate you were for him. You could barely breathe anymore, his slow pace was maddening, like he wanted to savor every reaction, every sound you made.

"So tight," he praised, kissing down your neck. "You feel so fucking good. You like that, baby?"

You moaned, a complete mess on top of that counter, and he grinned against your skin.

"Yeah you do. Look at you. Already a mess for me."

His other hand cradled your head again, keeping you close, anchoring you to him as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out, curling just right, his thumb starting to circle your clit, It was too much. But not enough.

"You were thinking about this, weren't you?" he teased, hot breath against your neck. "You wanted my fingers in you. Couldn't stop thinking about it."

He was right. He knows he was right.

"Don't worry," he groaned, licking a slow stripe along your throat. "They're all yours."

Every filthy sound of his wet fingers inside you, every whimper you made went straight to his bloodstream.

You were praying his name, over and over, until you fell apart on his hand, moaning, gasping, shaking, he kissed you through it, humming against your lips.

"That's it. Just like that, pretty girl. I got you."

You were breathless, clinging to him, and he didn't stop curling his fingers to feel how your walls clenched around him. He held you there, watching you come undone with pure adoration in his eyes, his free hand cupping your cheek, pressing kisses to your temple, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. Because even after wrecking you he was devastatingly tender.

"God, I could watch you fall apart all night," he cursed, watching your chest raise violently at your first release of the night.

He watched stunned, it was like he was bringing you back to life.

And it felt like that.

Your body yearned for more, but before you could speak again, he pulled his fingers out, and brought two to his mouth, slow and deliberate, sucking your wetness off them like he'd been starving for it. He groaned, like you were the best thing he'd ever tasted.

Your mouth parted, speechless, his eyes locked on yours as he licked them clean, and then slid those same fingers back inside you.

You gasped, back arching as he pumped a few more times, watching your body clench around him. Like he wanted more. Like you were his favorite experiment now.

"Here, you can have some too," he smirked, pulling them out and slipping them into your open mouth.

You moaned around his fingers, lashes fluttering, and Johnny swore nothing had ever wrecked him more than the sight of you, on top the counter, flushed and trembling, eyes wide and glassy, staring at him while you tasted yourself off his fingers.

"So good, isn't it?" He pulled his fingers from your mouth, but let his thumb drag over your bottom lip, pressing it down to see the way your pretty mouth stayed open for him, spreading some of your own cum in your chin.

Not a single sane thought left in your head at this point. You needed him now more than ever.

"Johnny."

"Yes, babe?"

"Fuck me. Fuck me right now."

Something shifted behind his eyes. The smirk stayed, but there was a new weight to it now, dark, focused, possessive.

"You want me to save you, huh?" he asked softly. His hand trailed down from your lip, past your throat, down your covered chest, your breasts, until it pressed flat against your stomach.

He slid you closer to the edge of the counter with a grunt, and you gasped when you felt his bulge, hot and heavy, pressing against your core through his pants.

"You don't know how long I've wanted you like this," he breathed against your lips, dragging his mouth down to your neck, sucking a mark just beneath your ear. "All spread out for me."

"You can have me, you can have all of me.”

"Yeah?" His lips curled into a smile against your throat. "You want it slow, baby, or do you want it how you begged for it?"

"Please, Johnny ..."

"Oh, sweetheart." He leaned back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and gleaming.. "You don't have to beg anymore."

He slid his shirt off with ease, showing off his chiseled golden body. His pants were next, hitting the floor in a quiet thud, and your shaky hands yanked his boxers down. His throbbing cock sprung up free, swollen, showing you how much your desperation had him painfully rock hard.

You had to fight every part of your being to not push him down and jump on his dick until you passed out from exhaustion. But before you could, he was already bunching up your skirt. You lifted your hips to slide it down, but he chuckled, pushing you down.

"No, no. The skirt stays on," he licked his lips. "Been dreaming about this for a while."

You gasped when he placed his tip on your entrance with one hand, giving it a few slaps like he was savoring every single second. And so were you.

He slid in slowly, inch by inch, mouth open against your shoulder, and he moaned. Johnny fucking Storm moaned. Because it was you. Because it was better than any dream he'd ever had. Better than he even imagined.

"Fuck," he groaned. "You feel so good–you're perfect, baby. You're perfect."

You cried out as he bottomed out, clinging to him, nails digging on his bare back, and he smiled, like he was trying to memorize every sound you made.

"That's it, let me hear you," he panted, slamming in so he could hear you yelp. "You sound so fucking good, baby. Look how you take me."

You buried your face in his neck, trembling as your legs lifted to wrap around his waist. To try and get him to go deeper.

"You've been driving me crazy for months," he grunted, slamming in again. "All those times you rolled your eyes at me? You have no idea what I was thinking."

It didn't take him longer to fuck into you, hard, immediately hitting that spot. You were already a moaning mess, fingers digging into his shoulders. With both hands he grabbed your blouse, and pulled to rip the fabric, snapping the buttons open. Next was your bra, like he finally decided he needed to see your boobs bouncing with every thrust.

"I've wanted you ... needed you" he breathed, diving in to get lost in your chest. "For so long..."

And he showed you how much. With the way he sucked your nipples. With the way his hips snapped forward to make you gasp. With the way his hands roamed all over your body. Or the way he groaned into your neck as he pushed himself balls deep into your soaked pussy.

"Fuck– Johnny," you panted, head dropping back, "you're so big ... feels so good."

"Yeah?" he smirked against your skin, "too much already?"

"Never," you shook your head. "Harder, Johnny. Fuck me harder."

Yeah, this was definitely better than any fantasy he's ever had.

He smiled, god he smiled. Looking devilishly sweet while wrecking your entire body. Completely undoing you.

He picked up the pace, driving into you just right, hands gripping your hips like he owned them. Every thrust knocked another moan from your lips, and every moan made him laugh softly, like he couldn't believe how lucky he was to be inside you like this.

Your breath started getting shorter, nails digging deeper into his skin, and he felt the way your body was crashing under him.

"C'mon, sweetheart, I got you. Let go for me. Let me feel you." He groaned, and that was it.

You fell apart in his arms for the second time with a cry, pulsing around him, and Johnny just lost it. He kissed you hard, hips stuttering as he came inside you with a low, broken groan. His cum filled you deep. So warm, warmer than anybody's ever was.

And it drove you insane.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, your body arching to meet his, and Johnny leaned back just enough to look at you, eyes scanning your flushed face, your swollen lips, the blissed out haze in your eyes.

"You're beautiful like this," he said, running his thumb softly over your skin. "You know that? Fucking stunning. Never letting you go."

Now it's you smiling, dazed, lost in his eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

"You're everything Johnny," you whispered, your hands cradling his face. "You're so good to me."

He smiled, then leaned forward, catching your lips in a soft kiss. Your mouths moved like they knew each other. Like they belonged. And god he was a good kisser, but the pollen in your body made you crave for more.

You didn't mean to lunge, really, but the next thing you knew was you surged forward. Caught off guard, he stumbled backwards, holding your waist, your body landing on top of him as his back touched the floor.

Johnny was still panting from his high, from the kiss, and now he was sprawled out on the floor, chest rising and falling in aftershocks when you climbed closed to his face.

He looked up at you, stunned for a second, then grinned.

"You're not done with me yet, huh?" he placed both hands behind his head, biceps flexing. "Okay, don't let me stop you."

You grinned, kissing down his jaw, over his throat, his collarbone, your hands dragging down his toned chest like you needed to feel every inch of him again. His skin hot, like always, matching the fire rolling under your skin now. Your hips rolled instinctively against his thigh and he groaned, head tipping back.

"Shit–" he hissed, eyes squeezing shut. "Baby, gimme a second to –"

"I can't," you pouted, breath hot against his skin. "It's still burning ... I need more of you, Johnny."

"Oh... well," he said, lips curling into a crooked smile, "when you put it like that–"

You kissed him before he could finish, grinding down against him with reckless need, and he groaned, his hands flying to your hips.

"Okay, okay, fuck–" he breathed, eyes fluttering shut as your body moved against his. "You're not just using me for my stamina, are you?"

"Maybe a little," you chucked against his mouth, and he laughed.

"Fair enough."

"It just ... it still hurts."

"I know," he muttered. "I know, sweetheart. Let me help, yeah?"

He propped himself up with his elbows, one hand on your back as he flipped you over and placed you gently on the floor.

"Let me take care of you, just relax for me," he whispered, pressing his hands to open your thighs again. "I wanna taste you first ... Gotta get my strength back somehow, right?"

He slid down your body slowly, kissing his way across your ribs, your hips, trailing open mouthed heat everywhere until his face was between your thighs. His hands cradled them, thumbs sweeping over your skin like you were something precious. Like he couldn't believe the way you whimpered when he was marking every inch of your skin.

"I know, sweetheart," he cooed, voice so soft, mouth ghosting over your skin. "I know you're sensitive. Just let me make it better."

He draped your legs over his shoulders like they belonged there, kissing up your inner thighs, tongue teasing so slowly you could cry. And when he finally pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss right where you needed it...

You shattered again.

"Johnny–"

You arched into him and he groaned like he was the one coming apart.

"You taste so good, baby," he praised as he began licking loudly. "So sweet ... fuck– I've wanted this for so long..."

His tongue moved swiftly, unrelenting and deliberate, while his hands pinned your hips down. You were a writhing mess, overstimulated and dripping for him, but still moaned his name over and over.

It wasn't just pleasure, every brush of his tongue was relief. Like he was cooling the fever from the inside out.

"That's what you needed, huh? All worked up and no one to help you ... what kind of man would I be if I left my girl like that?"

‘My girl.’

His girl.

"Johnny ... Please don't stop."

"I won't," he promised, smiling against your wetness. "Not until you feel safe again."

And he meant it. His lips worked you open, his tongue tracing lazy circles and long, aching strokes until you were gasping and crying out, trembling so hard your vision blurred.

He moaned against you like he was addicted. His nose brushed your clit with every pass, and it was torture, sweet, unbearable, perfect torture.

Your hands flew to his hair, tugging him closer, desperate, and he loved it, humming low as he flicked his tongue faster, coaxing another release from you, watching you fall apart all over again.

He blinked up at you, dazed and stunned and so fucking gone for you. "You're gonna kill me," he said, completely in awe. "What did I do to deserve this?"

You, spread in front of him, barely able to breathe anymore.

Body still begging for more.

He was ready for another round in no time.

You weren't sure how many rounds you ended up doing. Or how many places you begged him to fuck you on. All you remembered was begging 'one more time', "please Johnny, another one", "Johnny just one more".

It was never 'just one more'. You completely drained him after many hours, until the itch was finally gone.

Not that Johnny ever complained. If anything, he had fulfilled all of his ‘known desires on his preferred partner’ too.

Thank god for sex pollen.

You weren't sure how long you were out, your body gave in before your brain could catch up. The ache between your legs was evident but warm, the weight of Johnny's love still lingering on your skin. You woke up slowly, your cheek resting against a very toned chest, the faint scent of sweat and smoke clinging to him like a memory.

The lab was dark, save for the soft flickering light pulsing from a single, familiar source.

Johnny.

He was still beneath you, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other lazily raised. At the tip of his finger, a small flame danced, gentle, hot, nothing like the infernos he usually conjured. Just enough to light his face in amber glow.

You blinked up at him.

He wasn't looking at you, not at first. Just drawing slow circles on your back with his thumb, eyes were distant. Thoughtful.

Then he felt you stir.

"Hey," he rasped, smiling down at you.

You swallowed hard, everything flooded back. The lab. The counter. The floor. The workbench. Your hands in his hair, your name on his tongue, the way he held you like you were made for him.

And now... this.

Quiet. Intimate. Real.

"Sorry," you whispered, still sprawled half on top of him. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

He chuckled softly, his chest shaking under you.

"After everything that happened that's the last thing you should be apologizing for, sweetheart," he teased, lowering the flame a little. "Besides, it's not the worst way I've ever spent a night in the lab. I love having a very satisfied hot girl passed out on my chest."

You laughed softly, feeling that familiar heat creeping up your cheeks. But something made you doubt for a second.

'After everything that happened, that's the last thing you should be apologizing for.'

Guilt washed over you. The goddamn pollen.

"Johnny... earlier... I didn't mean–"

"Wait don't," he stopped you softly, sitting up a bit so he could see your face better. "Don't say you didn't mean it."

His expression shifted, firelight dancing in his eyes, but something in him doubted too. Like maybe it was the pollen after all.

That couldn't be farther from the truth.

"No, no that's not what I meant," you immediately corrected, and sighed. "I didn't mean to make you feel used, or... like I didn't care."

His gaze softened a little.

"You didn't," he mumbled, still holding his breath in case you sent him to hell after this.

You inhaled slowly, and everything you'd been holding back just tumbled out.

"What I said earlier... that you're everything? It wasn't just the pollen talking," you confessed. "You are, Johnny. I mean it."

His whole expression cracked open, surprised, glowing, like someone just handed him his heart back.

"Damn," he said softly, lips curling into a grin. "You're really gonna say that to me while I'm naked and emotionally compromised?"

You laughed, burying your face in his neck.

"Shut up," you mumbled, but you were smiling too.

He pulled you closer, his free hand trailing over your spine.

"Nah, too late," he grinned. "You're into me. Can't take it back now."

"Ugh, why did I say anything."

"Because you love me. Or at the very least, my hands."

You groaned. He laughed again, delighted, confident, soft. He lifted the flame again and watched the orange glow reflect on your skin.

"So what now?" you whispered.

"Now?" He shrugged. "You keep laying here. I keep lighting up the room. We do this again when you're not on a heat spiral."

"Johnny–"

"What?" he smirked. "You like my fingers, admit it."

You shook your head, "I wasn't that into them."

"No, no, don't even try to downplay it now," he accused, all smug. "You weren't just into my hands. You were like ... obsessed with them."

You groaned and buried your face in his chest like that would protect you from the embarrassment clawing up your throat.

"Johnny–"

"No, seriously," he continued with mock innocence. "I've never seen someone stare at my fingers like that. You were practically drooling. I thought I was gonna have to get a towel."

"Stooop," you whined, voice muffled, your whole body heating up again, and not from the pollen this time.

He laughed, wicked and loving all at once.

"But hey," he said, turning serious in the most unserious way, "you can have them now, you know. Anytime you need them."

"Yeah?" you asked, a glint of mischief in your eyes. "What about now?"

Little extra scene

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feedback is always appreciated, thank you so much for reading 🫶🏼

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Where’s the Mr terrific smut !? 😭 nobody wanna fuck him ??

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[an9els]

𝜗𝜚 maybe giving your hot best friend boner meds wasn’t very smart . . .

you thought you were doing him a favor.

“i’m just saying,” he’d slurred a few nights ago, drunk off three beers and half a shot, head in your lap as he whined about his “tragic dick situation.”

you were scrolling on your phone, half-listening, idly scratching your nails through his hair like you always did when he gets drunk and clingy. “what tragic dick situation?” you asked, barely looking up.

“i think i’m broken, dude.”

your thumb paused over the screen. “…what?”

“no for real,” he groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face like he couldn’t bear to speak the words out loud. “couldn’t even get it up the other night. she was hot, too.”

you blinked. “maybe you were nervous?”

he groaned louder. “no. it was limp. like a noodle. a sad, floppy—”

“please shut up.”

“it’s dead, y/n,” he mumbled, with the conviction of a man who just lost everything in the divorce. “i have a ghost dick.”

you had to shove him off your lap for that one, laughing too hard to even be gentle about it. he rolled onto the floor and just lay there, dramatically sprawled, staring at the ceiling with the emptiest expression known to man. you thought it was a joke. something stupid he’d say while drunk and overly theatrical. but later that night, when you’re in bed staring off into space, his words kept replaying in your head.

a ghost dick. a broken dick. gojo satoru… flaccid?

you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

not that you cared about his random hookup or worried for his ego. but because, objectively, there was absolutely no reason for a man like him to ever be soft unless he wanted to be. 6’3, gorgeous, cocky as hell. dumb pretty eyes and long fingers and abs for days. he once moaned in your ear during a horror movie when you jumped and accidentally sat on his lap— said it was your fault. another time he leaned over you to grab the remote and whispered “do i make you nervous?” because your breath hitched. and don’t even get started on the way he’d sometimes walk around your apartment like it was his, half-naked in those cursed grey sweatpants, scratching his toned stomach and yawning like he wasn’t already the center of your personal hell.

so yeah. it wasn’t fair. the universe couldn’t just throw a man like that into your life and then also curse him with a broken dick. it didn’t make sense. it bothered you.

and because your brain was absolutely not wired correctly, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

just one little blue pill. crushed, mixed, stirred into his gatorade before he got there for your usual saturday night hang. he drank it without a second thought, sitting on your couch with one leg folded under him, sipping like he always did while complaining about how hard it is being this hot and pretending not to watch you stretch across the floor in your tiny shorts.

you weren’t even planning on doing anything. not really. you just wanted to see if it worked. wanted proof that his dick still functioned, for scientific purposes or whatever. just a little experiment. harmless!

you did not expect to spend the next hour getting absolutely annihilated.

+

“what the fuck did you give me,” he pants, white strands sticking to his forehead, sweat dripping down his temples, dick still hard, still buried balls deep inside your swollen, aching pussy.

your whole body’s trembling. thighs twitching, arms weak, lungs barely catching breath between sobs. you’ve already cum— twice? no, three times. maybe four. you’re not even keeping track anymore. everything’s sticky, slick, drenched in sweat and spit and the mess between your legs, and your voice comes out wrecked when you finally manage to breathe:

“just… a lil viagra…”

he blinks, once. then laughs— sharp and breathless and slightly unhinged as he grips your hips again, fingertips digging so hard you know you’re gonna bruise. “a little?” he echoes, cock pulsing inside you. “baby, this isn’t a little. this is the fuckin’ olympics.”

you barely get chance to protest before he starts moving again, hips snapping up, driving into you with utmost force like he’s trying to touch your fucking lungs. you squeal, legs kicking uselessly, eyes rolling back as the stretch hits again— painful, dizzying, toe-curling. it doesn’t even feel like you’ve had a break. every inch of your cunt’s raw and sore and he’s still fucking you like he just started. you swear he’s gotten harder. thicker. the first time he pushed in you genuinely thought he was going to break you, and now, it’s just worse. it’s been hell. delicious, addicting, horrifying hell.

“you wanted to help?” he grits out, slamming up again, his voice low and mean, sharp enough to slice through the moan that slips out of you. the squelch from between your legs is embarrassing in volume and way too revealing. “wanted to fix me?”

“yes- i’m sorry, fuck, ‘toru, you’re so big- i didn’t know—!”

“nah,” he spits, pulling out just to ram himself back in all at once, making your entire body spasm. your mouth falls open in a silent cry, tears leaking down your cheeks as your pussy clenches around him, begging for mercy. “don’t apologize now. you did this. you wanted to see if my dick still worked?” he thrusts again, even deeper. “here you fuckin’ go.”

his pace is brutal. relentless. his stamina? inhuman. everytime you try to crawl away, squirm, or twist your hips and breathe, he clasps your thighs and drags you right back down onto him, using your body as his own personal toy. your cunt’s soaked, slippery, stretched out beyond imagination from the constant pressure and the punishing way he keeps fucking into you like he can’t stop— like the drug is pumping through his veins and turning him into a machine. his cock glides in and out with wet, messy sounds, the fat tip dragging across your abused walls, kissing your cervix with every stroke.

“gonna write a report on it?” he huffs against your neck, biting your shoulder hard enough to make you jolt. “‘viagra results: gojo satoru fucks like a demon.’ put that shit in a thesis.”

“shut up—!” you cry, slapping weakly at his arm, but it’s no use. your moans betray you anyway— breathy, high-pitched, stupid. your body’s giving up, your pussy’s giving in, clenching so tight around him it’s like your brain’s trying to melt out of your ears.

“make me,” he snarls, thrusting harder, faster, he’s so deep your vision goes white for a second.

you try. you really do. but he’s fucking you so hard now you can barely think, let alone speak. every word dies on your tongue, strangled by the way your breath stutters, whimpers tumbling out of your mouth like sobs. your moans get slurred, choked, punched out of you with every thrust. your eyes roll back and still, he doesn’t stop.

“fuck, listen to you,” he pants, staring down at the way your tits bounce wildly with every roll of his hips. “actin’ like a lil sex doll. my dumb, pretty fucktoy.” he leans closer, tongue dragging across the rim of your jaw. “you wanted me hard? wanted me desperate? look at what you did to me.”

you nod dumbly, overwhelmed to the point you could hardly remember your own name. the moment those words leave his mouth, your pussy squeezes like it’s trying to trap him in. he groans, deep and ragged, cock twitching violently inside you.

“toru, i can’t, i can’t anymore—” you sob, voice cracking completely.

“yes you can,” he growls, “you will. i’m not done testing.”

and then he flips you over, quick and brutal, your face shoved into the sheets before you even have time to react. you shriek when he yanks your hips up and slams back inside, no warning, no mercy, the angle curves his cock right into your g-spot with maddening precision. you scream into the pillow. scream again when he grabs your hair and pulls, arching your back for him, his hips pistoning into your ass with a sound so loud it’s practically pornographic.

you don’t even try to crawl anymore. it’s pointless. your body’s done. broken in. you just lay there and take it, crying into the sheets while he wrecks you from behind, drilling into you over and over and over. as one of his hands fists your hair, the other’s slapping your ass so hard it burns, the sting blooming across your skin in waves.

“so fuckin’ tight,” he moans, jaw clenched. “so wet. so mine. god, look at you. takin’ this monster cock like you were made for it.”

you can’t stop clenching. can’t stop cumming. he fucks you through another orgasm, and another, until your thighs seize up and your brain’s nothing but static. your drool seeps into the pillow. your moans have dissolved into nothing but mindless gasps and cracked cries. you’re babbling nonsense, stuttering, barely conscious.

and the most terrifying part?

he still isn’t done.

+

you wake up the next morning with your legs completely numb and gojo snuggled up beside you, soft snores puffing against your neck, his heavy arm draped across your waist like dead weight. your entire body aches. your thighs are sticky. your hips feel as if they’ve been dislocated. you try to move— just a little— and immediately regret it. your knees wobble at the mere thought of standing. your pussy’s still twitching, your sheets are ruined, and he’s still somehow half-hard against your ass.

you groan softly. try to sit up. fail instantly.

gojo stirs beside you, yawns into your skin, then peels himself away with a pitiful grunt. he blinks around the room like he has no idea where he is, squints down at his still-throbbing erection and mutters something about “fuckin’ viagra from hell” under his breath. then he limps off to the bathroom, still naked, cupping his dick like he’s protecting it from a sniper.

you’re barely awake when your phone buzzes on the nightstand. the screen lights up with a notification.

gojo (dumbass 🫶):

bro

this thing still won’t go down

can’t even piss

help 😭

idky i made this gng… i guess the thought of gojo having erectile dysfunction makes me giggle so

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I love my boyfriend waterboy .. I see no stories about him but I’m so close to writing about him but I’m so unmotivated 😭