☆ synopsis: on a random sunday you woke up with the ability to read minds, not anybody’s minds but your boyfriend to be specific. and boy is it not a one hell of a ride.
★ cw: no actual sex, your fuckass bf has an exhibition kink congrats (more like me but who r u guys to judge).
★ AUTHOR’s rambling: this is just a short drabble of an idea i had and needed to expand on idk if it’ll ever be a full fic but have this for now
NSFW content under the cut, proceed with caution
You woke up like any other day, nothing felt out of the ordinary. If anything, you felt extra energetic today. That was until you went out of the house to meet your boyfriend to walk to uni together.
He was saying random stuff that didn’t make sense; when you asked about it, he just looked at you confused, like he didn’t just say out loud how horny he was.
You must be hearing things; that has to be it. But it just continued on till you both reached your shared class. He sat so far away, yet you could still hear it clearly, more than hear it, you could see it.
You saw a disturbingly clear image of yourself being very passionately fucked stupid in an empty lecture hall. Leaning sideways against the professor's desk, your leg pressed against your side with flexibility you never had, clinging to the desk and begging him for more. Just what in God's name was going on?
He’d pound you so hard the desk itself will be shaking, he’ll have you just at the edge of cumming from having your guts rearranged just to pull out. Then he’ll ram back in, he’ll keep doing this over and over, allowing himself to fill up your tummy as much he wants without allowing you to cum even once.
And when its time for the lecture to start he’d stop before the class starts, and dress you back up like nothing happened. You’d have to sit in class all hot and bothered, pants absolutely ruined with copious amount cum dripping down your thighs making them sticky and uncomfortable, all the while your cock red and angry in your boxers.
Maybe just maybe, if he’s feeling nice he’d bring something to plug you up to save you the embarrassment to have to explain why the seat under you had some liquid left behind when you got up.
Back to reality, your professor's rambling seems to just fade into the background. You can already feel your body heating up, thighs pressing close together, hole twitching in anticipation, and a blush making its way to your face as the images shifted and turned.
It shifts again, and you see yourself hidden away under his desk, mouth pressed against his pubes, eyes all rolled back and watery while you take his cock fully down your throat, like your gag reflex was nonexistent. You were hidden away, and when the professor asked where you were, your boyfriend bullshitted his way out of it, but not before resting a hand on the back of your head, making you take him even further.
He’d press his foot down on your obviously hard cock in your pants, rub it up and down as you try to silence your noise from being heard by everyone in the class.
'No more,' you got up violently with your hand slamming down on the desk. All eyes are on you, you haven’t a clue of what’s going on, but you need to get away.
You walked out of the lecture room and into the bathroom. You noticed him tailing behind you, but you kept going.
“Hey, woah, hold up, dude. What’s going on? Why leave so suddenly?” He looked at you with concern, but you could see where his mind was wandering off to.
He was thinking of how attractive you looked right now: ‘Jeez, how can you walk around like this, all sweaty with a red face that makes it seem like you ran a marathon?’.
‘Honestly, did you have any idea how fuckable you looked right now?’ Following the thought with you being pressed against the bathroom door, people outside knocking, trying to get inside but wondering what's blocking it, not knowing it's just you being held up and fucked against it.
Your hand would be covering your mouth, so as to not let any noise slip out while he drove into you in a painfully slow motion. Too slow, you would feel every single inch going in and out, too slow, you would feel it drag and pass against your prostate, enough for you to feel it but never enough for you to be satisfied. You’d crave more but be unable to ask for it.
Your eyes just widened, teeth gritted, and you just slapped him. “YOUR FAULT, ARSEHOLE,” you’d scream at him, body shaking and pants incredibly tight. You decided to cut uni early and just sprint out of the bathroom with him running after you and shouting, “Wait, please, I’m sorry for whatever I did,” “DIE”.
Male (subbot) reader, unspecified male character, r lwk a quiet moaner, creampie ngl, mask kink, tried to keep the mask part vague since there’s fabric only ones (think og ghost) and hardened ones (think ghostface (lwk thought about ‘96 ghostfaces specifically while writing)), can be viewed as lovers/fwb/etc, can be seen as continuation of the scare actors fic (but didn’t write/view it as one)
FUCKING WITH ME NOW AND IT’S ALL THAT I HAVE AND YOU’RE ALL THAT I WANT! seven minutes in heaven, mindless self indulgence
“Fuck—keep the mask.. on…” your voice gets quieter and the hand tugging on his mask weakens after each word. Shame littered on your face at the fetish reveal despite not facing him.
He chuckles deep, a faint outline of lips press against the back of your neck through its fabric, shifting the mask part to the side if needed. “Naughty boy...”
Ruining you with it on? God, he doesn’t think he can get any harder. You know just the right words to keep him going. With new fervor he readjusts the grip on your hip while a free hand flattens between your shoulder blades, guiding you into that familiar arch he loves.
“The things you do to me…” he mumbles more to himself than anything else. Hips resume its fast pace, your nails digging into the wall as paint chips and falls off. You curse him out at the sudden pace, yet it seems the words do nothing to falter his tempo.
You turn your head to the side to his, a loose grip forming around his nape as you pull him in. He nearly short circuits when your tongue sticks out and laps at the mask, licking then kissing the spot his lips would be. His rapid heartbeat dampens the short, breathy moans you let out.
Shit, maybe he doesn’t like the mask on thing anymore. He wants to kiss you so bad. Pry your lips open to expose teeth, tug your tongue out with his fingers, taste your teeth and tongue and swallow your moans. Feel you gasp into his mouth as he reaches that perfect spot deep within you.
“You’re killin’ me here.” A harsh grip lands on your thigh—surely leaving bruises—and tugs the leg out and up, forcing you onto one leg. The new position makes him hold up majority of your weight, somehow reaching deeper than before as you groan against his mask.
He feels so good, so deep inside you. His thick cock glides against your walls, bullying your prostate with every thrust. You didn’t know this position could feel so vulnerable. Hands cross against one another on the wall in front of you, forming a cushion so his pounding doesn’t give you a concussion (not that he’d let that happen).
His resolve is slowly breaking. He can’t help it, you just feel so good. Loose yet tight, pre gushing out after every thrust, insides so warm the heats getting to his head—the mask a hotbox of carbon dioxide and heat. You let out a needy moan as he shifts your body, lifting you up further so your foot can barely reach the ground. The way he’s practically manhandling you makes you mental.
He groans when your hole clenches at the change, head dipping down and the mask presses between your shoulder blades, wishing he could bite into your nape and mark up your backside. He kneads your thigh with the hand that holds it up, focusing on the feel and how his cock slides in and out of you so easily instead of disobeying your request.
Toes curls when he’s balls deep, moans ripping through your chest and his groans muffled beneath the mask. Your cock bobs with his thrusts and pre dribbles down its length, adding to the squelching noises once it reaches your perineum. His grips deadly and the angle he’s holding your thigh feels like it’s cutting the circulation off. Your body trembles against his, curses mixed with his name leaving you as your release splatters onto the wall.
Your head dips into the wall with a light thud, hole clenching harsh around his cock. He swallows his groans and clenches his teeth, hips stuttering as he bottoms out. A whimper rips past your throat at the feel of his cum filling you up. Sweat dampens his hair and wets the mask and there’s a shit eating grin on his lips that you know is there.
The moment his hands loosen you crumble to the floor, legs weak as you kneel forward, pearly white slipping out of your loose hole to splatter onto tiles. His slick, cum covered dick hangs heavy while your own cock still leaks cum as the rest trickles down the wall.
A low whistle rings out behind you, a smug lilt in his voice as he speaks despite thinking he’d have a heart attack mere moments ago. “My dick that good, huh?” The words go in one ear and out the other, a near deafening ringing in your head as you pant to catch your breath.
“Fuck…” he mumbles, tearing his eyes away as your shaky hand fingers cum out with soft moans and immodest squelching noise, forming an even bigger mess below. Perhaps he is glad you asked to keep the mask on, otherwise you’d see how hot his face is and the blood dripping from his nose.
short n' sweet ♡ valentines day special adrien ( delinquent oc ) x student president m reader
ⓘ fluff fluff fluff ! jealous adrien , reader gets confessed to by a girl
A day where cupid strings his bow and aims his arrow at couples is the day you spend the most time stringing up heart decorations around the school. Its only a few small splashes of pink ribbons and red hearts since Valentines isn't a huge thing—some people simply don't enjoy it as much as Christmas or others—but it's a nice opportunity to liven up the school with some fun flare.
For the most part, you can see cheesy couples receive bouquets neatly arranged into something pretty for their partner or love letters being handed out the old-fashioned way. You weren't a big celebrator seeing as you didn't have a romantic partner. Of course the occasional chocolates being given to friends was a tradition you practised when nobody bothered to give you a flower or a sweet confession.
But this year was different.
After finishing the decorations, you took the time to wander the grounds before returning to your councillor room. It was early enough for the walk to be rather peaceful with the occasional wave to people you knew when they walked by. Reaching the room you, place your hand on the doorknob, twisting it until it makes that click before a hand plants on your shoulder.
“Been awhile.”
You turn your head to see him in the flesh. Adrien, with that shit-eating grin. It was completely out of character for him to show up so early—or show up at all. That fact alone sent shivers down your spine. A coincidence that he shows up bright and early on valentines day?
“Bit late but,” Adrien takes a moment to exhale before his eyes meet yours.
“Will you be my valentines?”
You stand there, blankly staring at him. No flowers, no chocolates and certainly no handwritten love letter stamped with a wax seal as you were wishing for. He couldn't have been this unromantic. For all you knew, Adrien was just some ill-mannered guy who weaseled his way into your life thinking he had you wrapped around his finger just because you two 'hooked up' underneath the staircase.
“No.” Short and sharp; unintentional or not. Sure you liked him, a little more than you'd ever wanted to admit, but Valentines was meant to be unrealistically romantic, a day where you can feel like you're living in those old romance films.
“What?” You could hear the confusion in Adrien's voice as he watches you brush past him and slam the door infront of his face, drowning out his complaints through the door.
That whole ordeal in the morning definitely wilted your mood. The entire morning session of classes felt like a drag as if time was purposefully going slower each time you glanced at the clock.
You were probably the first person to leave the classroom when you were dismissed, rushing out to your locker to reunite with your friends in hopes of charging your social battery.
“Hey— prez? I have, um, something for you.” The nickname felt like deja vu, like you've been called it countless times by a certain someone. But it wasn't him; it was a girl around your age or even younger. In her hands was a square, pink box with 'milk chocolate' printed in a cursive font. Her face was flushed pink and it looked as though if she met eyes with you, she'd melt under your gaze. On top of the chocolates was a pretty letter with equally pretty handwriting.
It undoubtedly made you smile even if it was just a little.
You accepted her gift, making sure you flashed a polite smile at her before watching her scurry off like it had been the hardest thing of her life to come up to you like that. It was charming in a way. You skimmed the letter which was mainly just her stating her appreciation for you and how she wanted to get to know you better with her name signed at the bottom with a small heart next to it.
A few of your friends who had just made it out of class had witnessed the whole scene, patting your back and pawing at the chocolates like hyenas. It wouldn't hurt to share the love, especially when your friends seemed like they'd die without sugar.
You let them all take one before sealing the box and placing it in your locker for later, you pocketed the note just so you didn't accidentally lose it or have it slip out.
Come to think of it, the more the day went by, the more you noticed a lack of Adrien. Usually he'd make an appearance by now, whether that was to stare at you with a smirk while you walked by eachother or to 'accidentally' brush your arm on any opportunity he got.
You made nothing of it though, it was probably because he thought today was boring—given all the couples would boast their affection towards eachother in the hallways—and decided to skip. It was typical of him to do so. But it still weighed in your mind all the way until the home bell rung.
Your locker was the last stop before you could go home, opening the metal door to see that your box of chocolates were gone; replaced.
Godiva chocolates in the shape of a heart, a letter sealed in an envelope, and a bouquet of flowers that look strangely like the ones from the school garden was neatly arranged in your locker.
“Do you like it?” You practically jump out your skin as your turn to see the man you haven't seen the while day.
“You put this here?” You ask, looking back at the gifts stuffed in your locker.
“Who else would— nevermind don't answer that.” You could tell from the furrowed set of his eyebrows that he was pissed off about something, like it bothered him enough to replace the chocolates you were given.
“I thought that maybe you didn't like how forward I was this morning.” It was one of those rare occasions where Adrien wouldn't have that cocky look on his face or that teasing lilt to his tone. He wore an almost shy expression, like he wasn't used to giving gifts this romantic.
“Seeing as you liked that girl's gift so much.” You could hear the venom roll off his tongue when he said that.
You glance down at what Adrien gave you. Godiva wasn't a cheap brand and those flowers would probably have taken Adrien awhile to personally pick and choose the ones you liked to plant in the gardens. Your heart flutters at the thought that maybe Adrien was gone the whole day because he was trying to pick up gifts for you, all cause he felt a little guilty.
“I know its over the top but—” “I like it.”
He pauses and stares down at you like its the most baffling thing in the world to hear you say 'I like it.' You look up at him, and you can't hold your smile back—this time, you smile wholeheartedly.
“Thanks, Adrien,” You look both ways to see if anyone was watching and you lean up to kiss just shy of his lips on the corners of his mouth. It was a quick peck as you almost instantly pulled back to pack up your things and walk past him.
He stands there, frozen in place before his own fingers touch his face, grazing over the spot you kissed him at.
There's a sharp bang of his fist against the neighbouring lockers as he internally crumbles, holding his face like he needed to shield what was left of your fleeting kiss.
A victory perhaps?
a / n ; dividers made by anitalenia , and the gift graphics are made by my dearest anby !
Gojo’s fingering you for the first time in your life. (Smut)
── Contains: |Satoru Gojo x Female Reader| manual sex, losing your virginity/innocence (no sex), gentle & rough fingering, messy orgasm, squirting, forehead kisses, & gentle aftercare ᰔ
His pace is driving you insane, slow, gentle and torturous, along with this new sensation. You feel absolutely stuffed despite the fact that he’s only got one finger in. Your gasps and moans fill the room and he looks down at you with that fucking cocky grin.
“You like that, baby?” He asks in that usual damn playful demeanor, although he already knows the answer. “Like my finger preparing your tiight hole?”
“Y-yes..!—mhm!—s’good… don’t stop~” You moan in pleasure as your gummy walls clench involuntarily around his singular finger and his grin widens. “Mhm… this greedy pussy’s squeezing me so well. Wants me to add one more finger, doesn’t it?” He asks teasingly and you nod.
“Yes..! Please, Toru!” You beg as some whimper now slip past your lips. Your pleas make him even more aroused. A bulge now visible through his pants. “That’s what I like to hear.” He says, his voice lowering ever so seductively as he adds another finger into your wetness. The thrusts of his fingers grow faster and firmer as he also curls them, reaching your sweet spot.
Your moans grow, desperate for release.. and possibly more. Just when you think he’ll start to take it easy on you, his thumb reaches up to rub your clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers. Your eyes widen in pleasure and something admist to shock. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes from overstimulation.
“T-Toru… I can’t! Can’t—ngh!~—take it!..” You cry out in pleasure, but his pace doesn’t stop. “You can. And you will.” He rubs fast and firm, tight circles on your clit, not planning on stopping any time soon. He syncs the time of his strokes with the time of his thrusts, creating a sensation that you can’t handle. "I'm gonna—fuck!—gonna fucking cum!..” You warn, and if anything, his thumb rubs and circles your clit faster. He’s now thrusting in his fingers sooo fucking roughly. His palm slaps against your pussy as he thrusts his fingers deeply.
“Yeah? Then cum for me, baby. Cum on Toru’s fingers.” You cry out in pleasure, chasing your release. Finally, your walls clamp down around his fingers, and your orgasm comes gushing out of you, you’re squirting all over his clean sheets. You moan his name with a broken cry as you cum undone. His pace doesn’t slow, riding out your orgasm as his fingers continue to thrust deep into your pussy.
“Fuck. Did my good girl just squirt f’me? Ohh, that was hot.” The nickname drives you crazy. He groans as his pace finally slows down and he removes his fingers with a wet pop. You blush, too flustered to process what had happened. “I -I’ve never felt so good..” You admit, still feeling the aftershocks of your pleasure. Gojo’s expression softens at your admission and his arm hooks under your waits gently, pulling you onto his lap. “I know. You did so good, baby.” He praises and your body trembles slightly against his. “I love you s’much..” You speak up softly as you’re about to fall asleep in his arms.
“I love you too. Forever and always.” He whispers in your ear as one of his hands stroke your hair while the others stays firmly and protectively on your back and he kisses your forehead lovingly. “Now go to sleep, love. I’ll be right here, watching over you.” ᰔ
(Banner not made by me, i found it on Pinterest!)
A/N: aw how sweet, he was rock hard but still focused only on your pleasure (also this is my first post and I’m still a beginner so i apologize if there are any missing or bad details or mistakes! please let me know how i did. ᰔ)
men that worship you,who treat you like you're so fragile,constantly praising and admiring how beautiful ur body is, begging if they can just touch you, begging if they can just plunge deep in u.
men that do anything you want,any position,any k1nk,f4tish: he doesn't mind, he just wants to please u<3,,
men that gets needy when you don't let him hold your hand. breathing heavily as you bounce so good on his cock, jerking his hips up just to get deeper in you,his desperate whimpers escaping his throat as your hole squeezes him so well. he was in a daze,how could've he deserve such a beautiful prize like you?
men that just can't get enough of you, subconsciously going rougher when he's inside you, fingers intertwining as you moan out his name. he's such a good boy,just let him c4m inside u!! he'd be blabbering and thanking you constantly,he's so pathetic it's adorable,isn't it?
men that wants you to himself,who gets jealous when he sees you getting too comfortable with someone else, he'll just need you to drag him somewhere secluded where you let him fuck you until he forgets about everything that ever got him so frustrated ,,
“h—..hmff~ shit- darling..~ you feel so good around my cock-..t-too good~” he'd whine helplessly as he pushes himself inside you,gosh, you're just too pretty for him.
Hii! A request for whenever u feel like it: Yandere demon x bottom male reader who's a priest, or;
Yandere Priest x bottom male reader who's a demon!
this was a request from a while ago bust decided to publish it as my kinktober day three
kinktober day three: orgasm denial
cw: religious tones.
Tags: smut, top priest, incubus! bottom! Male reader, they're both 20 yo+
m/n walked through the church of the priest who’d found him and took him in, m/n was wearing a simple white long bell-sleeved shirt, black slacks and comfortable black shoes, he’d grown used to living with the priest sitting in the back office when ceremonies or Sunday church started. He knew being a succubus would cause panic in the small village in Summerhills, but he didn't mean to get stuck on earth.
M/n sat poking at the fruit in front of him...he wasn't used to eating human food...his energy required sex and intimacy...not...human food.
"Charlie...I can't eat this..." M/n said to the priest.
Charlie sighed and looked up from praying "and why "can't" you eat it?" He said, eyeing him.
"It's...well...succubi and incubi don't...eat food. We take energy" m/n explained to him. "So...I need...." m/n trailed off looking down at Charlie's crotch
"No. I am a priest absolutely you filthy beast" Charlie snapped back in disgust "I took you in with the kindness of my heart so eat the food”
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m/n wandered the streets looking for a club he was wearing a crop top, leather pants and heeled boots hoping to look sexy enough to catch a guy's attention to drain his energy. He walked into a club and ordered a simple drink, m/n scanned the crowd hoping to look for someone who'd take him home or at least have sex with him. He stood up and went to dance in the crowd swaying his hips lewdly, he began to grind on whoever was behind him. They grabbed his hips tightly and pulled him back against their chest making m/n gasp slightly, he smiled with his eyes closed, his butt rubbing against the stranger's bulge, he couldn't wait to go home and drain their energy. They continued dancing m/n moaning softly as the person gently kissed his neck.
“Hm…why don't we find a place to go~” m/n whispered
“Or. I could take you back home. Incubus” Charlie growled in his ear. He'd followed m/n to the club not trusting the incubus to behave and not get himself caught.
“C-charlie!?” M/n yelped spinning around. He hadn't expected Charlie to find him, let alone be the one he was grinding up against to say he was embarrassed as an understatement. The priest dragged him back to the church, every now and again m/n would stumble or replay everything in his head. Once back Charlie threw him into a salt ring keeping him trapped there.
“Now…you disgusting creature. How about a punishment?” Charlie said his voice sharp and his eyes narrow looking down at m/n who was on his knees, his tail swishing. Charlie walked over and chained m/n down with his ass in the air.
“C-chairlie….?” m/n said breathlessly.
Charlie put a cross near him as a warning….he then grabbed a vibrating butt plug thrusting it into m/n with lube or prep as punishment. He smirked as m/n writhed in pleasure moaning, his eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out. Charlie sat in his office chair. Turning the plug off every time m/n was close.
tw: takes place in s2, male reader, cheating, pretend they aren't musty(PLEASE.), riding, power bottom reader, big dick rick, reader and rick secretly have feelings for each other, dirty talk(?), reader moans like a girl, prolly occ, pathetic rick, i love lori but i can't not write this
note: pausing requests to write about my king
the news honestly made him feel heavy. he tried to act as calmly as he could after, tried to shove off the betrayal. his wife sleeping with his best friend, just because of a misunderstanding. he felt like he couldn't be upset, but he had every right to be. didn't he?
at least, that's most definitely what you thought. you knew about lori and shane from the start. didn't know how to tell rick when you found out about him. but now, you needed to be there for him.
"rick?" you opened the flap of the tent, the sun starting to set and the sky starting to get dark. rick had been sitting there by himself, head in his hands and he looked deep in thought.
"rick," you said much softer, coming to sit by next to him. you groaned, sitting with him in silence for a moment. you nudged him a bit, a small smile on your face. "hey, smile a bit man. can't have you down in the dumps, ruins my mood."
he didn't even glance at you much, still clearly upset. you'd frown again, leaning back on your hands. you didn't know how to make him feel better, you only knew him from when he first walked into the camp at the woods. you were as close as you could get with him (which was much closer than you thought.)
"rick, i..i don't know what to tell you except im sorry." sorry for not telling him you knew of the little affair, sorry that he felt as if he needed to carry it all on his shoulders. this must have hurt, must have hit hard.
he didn't look up still, didn't talk. "come on, man dont– don't leave me while you're all silent." you came to kneel in front of him, taking notice of the irritated red edges at his eyes, bloodshot veins being visible at the whites of those eyes.
god, you felt terrible. rick was tough, real tough, but it didn't stop the fact he couldn't feel what he wanted. things crashed in on someone all at once sometimes, you get it.
"hey..look at me." you knew you were crossing a boundary, you knew full damn and well that this was crossing the line. but you couldn't help it, your friend was feeling terrible you couldn't just sit here and do nothing.
he looked up, his hand wiping at his face and a sniffle coming through. "i don't..i don't know what i'm 'sposed to do no more." he shook his head, your hand coming to his cheek and his clasping over yours. his hand was shaking, gripping at yours as if you were going to turn into dust.
"..'m tired, i didn't ask for any of this-" "i know, i know." you stepped a bit closer, sitting between his legs at this point.
it was messed up, both of you knew. but deep down, neither of you fully cared. a hand gripped at your waist, the other holding onto yours. your body bouncing up and down quickly, your hole sucking him in with each time your ass touched his hips.
it felt good, so fucking good. no one but you knew how much he needed this. "fuck– fuck, rick.." half of the group were heavy sleepers, but you tried to stay as quiet as you could just in case.
you felt so full with each time you came down onto him, his dick felt like it was taking up spaces in your stomach. his tip felt like it was popping last rings of muscles that had never been reached. you bit your lip harshly, then your mouth fell open in a silent moan. you had to cover his mouth, god was he one hell of a groaner.
"shit, you're gonna get us caught.." you leaned down, putting a soft yet harsh kiss to his lips. they were somehow smooth despite all this crap going down. the kiss broke, and his words came though. "i can't help it..not when you feel so good 'round me like this, so tight."
his voice just melted you, as every little movement of his did. the tighter squeezes to his hold on your waist, the twitches of his cock inside you, the tiny held back bucks of his hips trying to plunge as deep as he could inside.
"don't say it like that..damn it," you whimpered, fucking whimpered and it drove him crazy. his hips lost control, shooting upwards and your eyes widening. "fuck—!" your hands clasped over your mouth, but your movements didn't stop. you were too driven to keep going despite the urging burn at your hips and legs.
he didn't seem sorry about it one bit, a smirk tugging at his lips. he loved each and every sound, each high moan, and pathetic whimper you let out all for him. it made him forget, forget all about it.
forget about the betrayal, forget about the pregnancy, the secrets. he just needed you, so desperately.
there was a rustle, but neither of you heard it. far too caught up. there were footsteps, neither of you heard that either. there was the zip of the tent, then a voice that made your heads snap and turn, your movements stopping.
