Bed Chem ━━━ Iwaizumi Hajime

your instagram dating azumane asahi ♡

note: first post ! kinda nervous ... felt like my man needed a bit of love so decided to go for asahi for my first small smau ♡ hope you enjoy it, it's a bit silly hehe

fem! reader × asahi azumane (uni students)

kkiyo: you two are so cute

→ suga_0: so true they're gonna make me cry istg

→ yy/nie: thank you kiyoko ♡ suga ur so dramatic omfg

aasahi: love you pretty

→ buzzcut: man have some compassion for us singles

→ rollingthunder: yeah man what the hell

→ yy/nie: love you too

rollingthunder: ME NEXT

→ yy/nie: GET OUT 🗣️👎

yy/nie: worst thing is the nap just made me more tired and i fell asleep for half my class

→ suga_0: that explains why i saw you inhale a large coffee in 3 seconds

→ yy/nie: ...

yaichiigo: my fav senior couple i want to be a maid of honor

→ yy/nie: noted!♡

aasahi: so sweet that trully is us

→ yy/nie: yay !♡

thank you for reading ♡

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thinkin' about growing up and joining Ghosts with Keegan... grr

childhood friend!Keegan who you grew up with, hanging out with him after class and at your shared extracurriculars with, sitting in the back of your parents' car talking about anything and everything

childhood friend!Keegan who brought you to freshman year homecoming and junior year prom, photos of the two of you and matching corsages and outfits, final photo of your two families being a picture of the two of you in your military uniforms.

childhood friend!Keegan who returns home in between deployments with you, shared car driven from the airport as he drops you off before heading home himself. Eventually your parents just host dinner at one house so you both get a lighter trip

sergeant!Keegan who hates that somehow you've made your way into the Ghosts unit with him, pretty much attempting to shake you up at any chance to discourage you from continuing along, but it proves useless when you get promoted to Sergeant instead, sticking your tongue and middle finger out at him

sergeant!Keegan who's caught getting coffee with you in the morning, your back against the railing as he leans over it, staring down at the new recruits running. The base makes it the talk of the month until they realize the two of you don't give the reaction wanted

sergeant!Keegan who gets scared shitless whenever you get injured out on a mission and vice versa, the two of you always with the other at the medical facilities, string of scolding words given as you nurse each other back to health. The unit tries to make sure neither of you get hurt so both of you can go out on the field

sergeant!Keegan who unwinds when possible with you, wind in his hair as you let in a little air through the window of the room, sitting down on his bed as you throw your head back and just lay on the ground.

"Nearly got yourself killed out there, kid."

"It's fine." You exhale. "I'm alive and unscathed. That's all that matters."

"Debrief was hell."

"Always is." You stare up at him, humming. "Gonna kick me out tonight?"

"No, but floor's dirty."

"You mop yours." You yawn, closing your eyes as you do.

Keegan shuffles and lays down next to you, staring at the ceiling as he blinks once and then twice.

"Should get us a bigger room."

"Should get us a room." You hum. "Lie to their asses or get to the nearest government office."

"Who said I'm gonna marry you?"

"Your lack of game." You yawn again, sighing. "If you won't marry me, then I'll just go find Logan. Sure he'd love to get under your skin and start calling me his wife."

"He'd never let me live it down."

"Neither would I."

SWEET DREAM

< osamu miya x reader >

Summary: Being a manager for the Inazarki volleyball club wasn't easy, especially dealing with their chaos. They had made great friends because of it and had caught some attention as well, especially from Miya Osamu. For him, having a crush on the manager isn't ideal but it wasn't anything that he can control. The worst thing about it, watching your crush already be in a relationship with your teammate.

Genre: friends to lovers, angst, drama, fluff

Warnings: Swearing, yelling, teasing, suggestive themes.

Tags: open

CHAPTER TWELVE

<chapter eleven || materlist || chapter thirteen>

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< taglist > @sproutytoad @grimespial @saturns-satellites @meekydeeks

Kinktober Day 7 - Magical Fleshlight

Mountain x Reader

Fuck… why does this feel so real? It’s so… wet. Holy shit.

Masterlist ⛧ Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

Words: 6k.

Reading Time: 24 min.

Warnings: elements of crack!fic, masturbation, multiple orgasms, noncon, non-discussed sexual activity, public, PIV sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex

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🔞 MDNI 🔞

Mountain slumped onto the bed, sighing heavily as he bounced softly on the plush springs. The day had dragged on endlessly, each hour dragging him further into a storm of stress and fatigue. He could feel the tension in his muscles, the tight knots in his back that throbbed with every movement, and the cramping beginning to form in his legs, a testament to the physically demanding tasks he’d faced. All he wanted was to escape into the soothing embrace of sleep.

Curling up onto his side, he nestled into the cool sheets, the soft fabric a welcome contrast to the roughness of his day. As he logged onto Instagram, the flickering glow of his phone illuminated the dim room, casting playful shadows against the walls. It was a moment of solace, a brief respite from the chaos of the outside world.

Then, your most recent picture appeared on his timeline, and a jolt of electricity surged through him. You were stunning, radiating a captivating allure that pulled him in like a moth to a flame. The memory of the dress you wore last night flickered in his mind—a form-fitting creation that hugged your curves perfectly, its delicate fabric accentuating every feature that drove him wild. He could almost see it bunched up around your waist, his imagination running riot as he pictured the scene.

His heart raced at the thought, and he cursed under his breath, shaking his head as he tried to dispel the imagery. No. He couldn’t think like that. Not now, not when he was exhausted and vulnerable. But the temptation lingered, clawing at the edges of his mind like an unquenchable fire. He longed to reach out, to hold you close, to forget the weight of the world for just a moment.

He swiped through your photos, each one more intoxicating than the last—your smile, your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief. Each image only deepened his frustration and desire, intertwining with the stress of the day, creating a tangled web of emotions he found hard to unravel. The solitude of his room felt stifling, an echo of his longing that was now amplified by your presence on his screen.

Mountain’s thoughts drifted, his body still heavy with weariness yet somehow ignited by an unshakeable yearning. The contrast of his physical exhaustion and the vivid allure of you made his chest tighten. He wanted to rest, to forget his troubles, but he also craved something more—something electric, passionate, and intoxicating.

With a deep breath, he set his phone down, staring at the ceiling as he tried to clear his head. The images of you still danced in his mind, teasing him mercilessly. Perhaps a little distraction would help? A warm shower, a drink, or maybe… just maybe, a little bit of magic to soothe his aching body and restless thoughts. He could picture you there beside him, laughter filling the air, and a shiver of anticipation raced down his spine.

He rubbed his hands over his face, trying to scrub the image of you beneath him from his mind, but it was too late. The fantasy had taken root, blossoming into something far too vivid to ignore. His body was already responding, a heat rising in him that seemed to defy his efforts to suppress it.

With a frustrated sigh, he sat up, his heart pounding as he fought to regain control. The bed felt too soft, too inviting, and his thoughts were spiralling into tantalising possibilities. The way you had looked in that dress—the way it had clung to your body, accentuating your curves—sent a rush of heat coursing through him. He could almost feel your skin beneath his fingertips, the way your body would yield to his touch, inviting him in, urging him to explore.

Mountain clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms as if to ground himself. He was all too aware of the growing tension in his lower abdomen, a primal response that stirred within him, demanding attention. It was maddening. No, he thought firmly, pushing back against the wave of desire. He needed to focus on anything else—work, the tasks ahead, the mess he’d need to clean—but his mind was relentless, cycling back to you.

He stood abruptly, pacing the room as he tried to shake off the intrusive thoughts. Each step seemed to echo with the memory of your laughter, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief, and the intoxicating scent of your perfume. It wrapped around him like a fog, clouding his judgment and amplifying his longing.

“Get a grip,” he muttered to himself, the words barely making it past clenched teeth. But as he turned, his gaze fell upon the fleshlight sitting innocently on the bedside table—a recent acquisition, born of desperation and curiosity. The relic hummed softly, as if it sensed his turmoil, and suddenly, he felt a magnetic pull toward it.

Could it really help him escape the throbbing desire that gripped him so tightly? With a tentative hand, he reached for the enchanted device, the cool surface grounding him momentarily as he contemplated his options. It had been whispered among friends that this magical relic could bring fantasies to life, enabling a connection that was both intimate and otherworldly.

Magic? As if. That sounded like the plot of a shitty smutty novel. There was no magic in the real world.

He glanced back at his phone, at your radiant smile, and felt a surge of determination wash over him. Why not give it a try? Perhaps, just this once, he could indulge in a fantasy—a fleeting moment of pleasure that could distract him from the gnawing stress of the day.

With a deep breath, Mountain took a seat on the edge of the bed, the tension still simmering within him as he examined the magical fleshlight in his hands. If there was ever a time to explore the boundary between reality and fantasy, it was now. He was ready to surrender, if only for a little while.

He ran his finger over the fleshlight’s clitoris, the smooth surface cool against his heated skin. The mere touch sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a flicker of anticipation in his belly. The magical device seemed to hum with energy, almost as if it were alive, responding to his touch and urging him to let go of his inhibitions. As his imagination began to weave vivid images of you, he closed his eyes, allowing the fantasy to envelop him.

*

Meanwhile, you were sitting in the library, surrounded by towering shelves filled with dusty tomes and parchment scrolls. The warm, golden light from the lamps cast a comforting glow, but it did little to dispel the exhaustion that clung to you like a second skin. Traveling for the Ministry had worn you out, leaving a mountain of work to tackle. You felt as if you were drowning beneath the weight of it all, buried under reports and briefings that demanded your attention.

Determined to catch up, you hunched over your desk, your quill scratching furiously against the parchment. The words began to blur together as your mind wandered, drawn back to thoughts of Mountain. You couldn’t shake the image of him, powerful and stoic, but with an undeniable softness lurking beneath the surface. That intense gaze of his always made your heart race, igniting a warmth that spread through you.

It was maddening, really, how one thought of him could send your concentration spiraling. You shifted in your chair, the tension in your back protesting the long hours spent hunched over your work. A sigh escaped your lips as you glanced at the clock, realising how late it had grown. The library felt even quieter now, the stillness pressing in around you, amplifying your restlessness.

But that was when you felt it. A sudden, electrifying swipe over your clitoris, sending shockwaves of sensation coursing through your body. You froze, your pen hovering above the notebook, heart racing as confusion and curiosity battled within you. What on earth was happening?

You glanced around the library, half-expecting to see someone teasing you, but the room remained empty, the silence thick with the weight of ancient knowledge. The sensation pulsed again, rhythmic and insistent, as if someone—something—was touching you beneath your clothes. Your breath caught in your throat, the combination of surprise and intrigue igniting a warmth deep within. You stood up and moved seats, thinking that was the problem, but when the swipe came a second time, you almost screamed. It felt so good, somehow?

With every pulse, the sensation felt more intense and quicker, drawing you deeper into an exhilarating haze. You clenched your thighs together, instinctively searching for relief as you fought to maintain your composure. The rhythmic touches seemed to dance along your most sensitive areas, teasing and inviting with each electric caress.

Your breath hitched as you pressed your legs together, seeking some form of control, but the warmth pooled low in your belly, a heated pressure that was becoming increasingly impossible to ignore. You bit your lip, trying to focus on the paper in front of you, but the words swam before your eyes, fading into the background as your entire being concentrated on the sensation that was almost overwhelming.

What if it was Mountain? The thought sent a shiver through you. You had shared so many lingering glances, those moments charged with unspoken desire. Your brain kept showing you images of him next to you, hands beneath your habit and flicking over your clit so expertly, you were getting closer and closer to the precipice by the second.

Another pulse shot through you, sharper and more insistent than before. You gasped, gripping the edge of the desk for support. Your mind raced, torn between the fantasy of Mountain orchestrating this and the reality of being in the library, surrounded by centuries of knowledge and solitude.

The teasing sensation flickered again, and you could feel it mirroring the rhythm of your heartbeat, tugging at your very core. You could hardly contain yourself; a soft moan escaped your lips, echoing against the high ceilings of the library. The sound startled you, and you quickly glanced around, but there was still no one in sight.

Swallowing hard, you weighed your options. You could leave the library, escape this unexpected spell, or you could embrace it, surrender to the sensations that were taking over your body. The tension in your back seemed to dissipate, replaced by a throbbing warmth that surged through you with every pulse.

You took a deep breath, heart pounding in anticipation. What would happen if you let yourself explore this strange new sensation? What if this was a glimpse into something deeper, something shared with Mountain that had yet to be spoken?

Finally, you settled back into your seat, heart racing as you surrendered to the unknown. With each wave of pleasure, you began to ride the rhythm, feeling the magic course through you. The lines of reality blurred as you imagined Mountain’s hands—strong yet gentle—working their magic on you. The fantasies you had buried deep within began to surface, filling your mind with images of him, of you, lost in a world of desire.

As you surrendered to the sensations, a part of you still wondered how long you could remain in this secret world, caught between the throes of pleasure and the reality of your surroundings. But for now, all that mattered was the intoxicating feeling of the unknown, and the powerful connection that pulsed between you and Mountain, drawing you ever closer.

The sensations grew stronger, more insistent, every pulse of pleasure pushing you closer to the edge. Your grip tightened on the edge of the desk, knuckles white as you fought to keep silent, your breath coming in shallow, shaky gasps. The magical teasing seemed to know exactly where to touch, how to drive you wild without mercy, each wave of pleasure more intense than the last. You could barely focus on anything but the pressure building inside you, hot and unbearable.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you tried to stifle the moans threatening to escape your lips. The last thing you wanted was for anyone to walk in and find you like this, overwhelmed by invisible hands, pleasure coursing through you in the middle of the quiet library. But the thought of being caught only seemed to heighten the thrill, a dangerous mix of arousal and anticipation that made the heat within you coil tighter.

The rhythm became more relentless, the electric pulses caressing your clitoris and sending jolts of pleasure through your entire body. You pressed your thighs together again, trying to ease the tension, but it only made the feeling more intense, more impossible to resist. Your body was trembling, your heart pounding in your chest, your breaths coming in quick, ragged bursts as the wave of ecstasy swelled higher and higher.

Your mind was a blur, filled with images of Mountain—his hands on you, his body pressed against yours. You could almost feel him there, his touch, his breath on your skin. The fantasy had completely taken over, and you no longer cared about anything but the release that was building inside you, stronger and stronger with each passing second.

And then, it hit.

A final pulse, stronger and more intense than before, surged through you, and suddenly, you were there, on the edge of oblivion. You gasped, your back arching as your entire body tensed, the pleasure overwhelming, almost too much to bear. The climax washed over you in powerful waves, each one more intense than the last, leaving you trembling, breathless, your mind utterly consumed by the moment.

Your hands clutched the desk, your thighs clamped together as the pleasure coursed through you, your heart pounding in your ears as you rode the waves of ecstasy. You couldn’t hold back the soft moan that escaped your lips, your body shaking as you finally surrendered to the release you’d been fighting.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. Everything was still, your mind lost in the afterglow, your body limp and sated. The heat slowly began to ebb away, leaving a warm, languid feeling in its wake. You slumped in your chair, chest heaving, your skin flushed and your limbs heavy. The library was silent once again, save for the sound of your ragged breathing as you came down from the high.

You opened your eyes, still dazed, your body tingling with the remnants of pleasure. The magic had faded, leaving you alone once more. You glanced around, half-expecting someone to have noticed, but the library remained as quiet and still as ever. No one had witnessed your moment of ecstasy, and for that, you were grateful.

*

Mountain felt the fleshlight twitch in his hands, the silicone pulsing rhythmically under his touch. It was strange, almost unnerving, how lifelike it felt—warm and supple, as though it had a mind of its own. He reasoned it must have been designed that way, engineered to feel as close to the real thing as possible. After all, the material had to have some give; otherwise, it would be difficult to fuck.

But this… this felt different. Too real.

Curiosity burned within him, and without thinking, he removed his thumb from the fleshlight’s clit and slid a finger into the vaginal hole. He half-expected to feel nothing but cold silicone or mechanical resistance, but the moment his fingertip pressed inside, he froze.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his breath catching in his throat.

The interior was silky smooth, impossibly warm, and slick with wetness, as though it had already been perfectly lubricated just for him. His finger sank deeper, and he swore he felt the walls subtly pulse around him, hugging his digit with a grip that sent a jolt of arousal straight through his core. It felt as though he had slipped his finger inside a real pussy—alive, warm, and so damn wet.

It was too much.

The thought hit him like a lightning bolt, sending a rush of blood straight to his length, which was already half-hard, now straining against his trousers. He glanced down, feeling the growing pressure, but his mind couldn’t tear away from the fleshlight and its surreal sensations. His pulse quickened as he slowly curled his finger inside the toy, feeling the textured inner walls respond to his every movement, as if the toy were reacting, pulling him in.

“Holy shit…” he whispered under his breath, barely able to believe what he was experiencing.

The slickness inside only made his cock throb with more need, the pressure building rapidly in his groin. His mind wandered back to the vivid images of you that had plagued him all night. He imagined it wasn’t just his finger inside this magical device, but his cock, sinking deep into that same warmth, feeling your body move beneath him, wrapped around him. He could almost hear the sound of your breath hitching in pleasure, see the way your body would react to every thrust.

His arousal was becoming impossible to ignore, his length now fully hard, aching to be touched. The wetness coating his finger made him desperate to feel more, to know what it would be like to sink himself completely into the impossible magic of this fleshlight.

But something nagged at him in the back of his mind. Why did this feel so different? So personal? It wasn’t just a toy; it was something more, something… connected.

Mountain exhaled sharply, pulling his finger out and wiping it on his trousers as he debated whether to continue. His cock twitched in anticipation, and the need for release was undeniable. He had to know just how far this could go.

His hand drifted to the waistband of his trousers, the decision already made.

*

You had felt the initial intrusion, the unexpected presence inside you, no thicker than a finger. It wasn’t moving with any intent to please, merely exploring your most intimate space, as if testing the waters, feeling out your warmth. A breath caught in your throat, and you slumped over the desk, your hand flying to your mouth, desperate to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. Your body shivered in response, torn between confusion and the undeniable arousal that was building deep within you.

The slow, teasing movements left you trembling, and while it wasn’t enough to satisfy the aching need between your legs, the anticipation was maddening. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to create some friction, something to ease the growing heat. But the moment you began to settle into the sensation, it stopped. The presence withdrew, and you were left empty, unsatisfied, your slick, needy cunt clenching around nothing.

A soft whimper escaped your lips, muffled by the back of your hand. A part of you was disappointed, frustrated even, that it had left. Your body was throbbing, aching for more—more of whatever that was, more of what it had been building toward. Your pulse was racing, and the quiet library around you suddenly felt too confining, too stifling. You couldn’t stay here, not like this.

Your legs felt weak as you stood, the lingering heat between your thighs making every movement feel laboured. You glanced around the empty room, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks as if someone might have seen your inner turmoil, but the library remained silent and still. The quiet was too much now, the weight of your arousal pressing down on you, urging you to seek relief. You needed more than just that teasing touch; you needed release. And you needed it now.

Quickly, you began packing up your things, your fingers fumbling as you tried to gather your quill and parchment. Your mind was already somewhere else, picturing what awaited you once you could find privacy. The thought of it—of taking care of yourself, of chasing the release that had been cruelly denied in the library—sent a fresh wave of heat through you.

With your belongings hastily stuffed into your bag, you headed toward the door, your breath uneven as you made your way out of the library. The cool air of the hallway did little to calm the fire raging inside you. You had to find somewhere—anywhere—you could be alone and finish what had been started.

Your legs moved quickly beneath you, instinct driving you toward the nearest private space, your heart pounding with anticipation as the memory of that teasing touch replayed in your mind.

You left the library in a hurry, taking a sharp left down the corridor toward your room, your mind laser-focused on finding relief. Each step was torture, your knees weak and trembling, barely able to support your body as the weight of your arousal pressed down on you. The cool air of the hallway did nothing to ease the growing heat between your thighs, and you quickened your pace, desperate to reach the privacy of your room.

But just as you rounded the corner, a new sensation hit you.

Dread pooled in your stomach as you felt your folds part, something heavy and hard sliding between them. You gasped, eyes widening in shock, feeling a thick pressure press against your clit. It wasn’t the slow, teasing touch from before—it was urgent, insistent, and so overwhelmingly real that you couldn’t hold back the shaky moan that escaped your lips. The sensation was distracting, too distracting, and in your attempt to keep moving, you stumbled.

Your legs gave out beneath you, and with a gasp, you fell to the ground, your belongings scattering across the wooden floor. Pens, paper and books slipped from your grasp, your bag tumbling open as you struggled to regain control of your body. The thick presence between your legs remained, rubbing insistently against your clit with every movement, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you as you lay there, heart racing and breath ragged.

Your hands shot down instinctively, as though to push whatever it was away, but there was nothing tangible, nothing you could grasp. It was as if some invisible force was teasing you, pressing into you with an unrelenting rhythm that made it impossible to think straight.

You tried to stand, pushing yourself up with trembling arms, but the pleasure was so intense that you collapsed again, your knees refusing to support your weight. Another shudder ran through you, your body betraying you as the rubbing against your clit continued, the sensation almost unbearable. You squeezed your thighs together, but it only seemed to make it worse, the pressure building with every second.

“Fuck…” you whispered, your voice barely more than a breathless gasp. You had no control over your body anymore. The sensation between your legs had taken over, and all you could do was grip the floor beneath you, helpless against the mounting pleasure.

The hallway was empty, but you were still exposed, vulnerable. You needed to get up, needed to reach your room where you could finally give in to what your body craved. But as another pulse of pleasure shot through you, you weren’t sure you’d even make it.

A stroke of luck emerged, catching your eye in the midst of your frantic struggle—the door to a cleaning closet, left slightly ajar. Relief mixed with desperation as you quickly gathered your scattered belongings, your hands shaking as you scrambled to your feet. You couldn’t make it much further; your knees were barely holding you upright as it was, and the relentless pressure between your thighs was making it impossible to think straight.

Without a second thought, you rushed toward the open door, heart pounding in your chest. As soon as you stumbled inside, you slammed it shut behind you, pressing your back against the wood. There was no lock, but if you could just stay quiet—if you could hold out here for a few moments—you might make it through this without being caught. The small space was dimly lit, filled with shelves of cleaning supplies, and the air smelled faintly of soap and lavender.

You barely had time to catch your breath before it happened.

A sharp, overwhelming sensation took hold of you as you felt something push into you—deep, filling your already throbbing, aching hole. The intrusion was sudden, and you gasped, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle the cry of pleasure that threatened to burst out. It was thick, stretching you in a way that was both shocking and satisfying, as though whatever it was had been waiting for this moment, waiting for you to be alone, vulnerable, and desperate.

It was definitely a cock - but it was fucking huge.

*

Mountain sank into the fleshlight, a low, guttural groan escaping his lips as the tightness enveloped him. He was a big man in every sense of the word, and his length was no exception—thick, heavy, and aching for relief. As he pressed deeper, the silicone walls yielded, but only just enough, hugging him in a way that felt almost too real. The sensation was overwhelming, warm and snug, gripping him with the perfect balance of resistance and give, as though the toy had been made just for him.

His breath hitched as he sank further, the heat surrounding him sending shivers down his spine. Every inch of him was enveloped in that wet, warm tightness, and it felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. His hips rolled instinctively, testing the limits of the toy’s grip, and the way it clung to him made his cock throb with need. It was almost maddening how good it felt—too good, in fact. The slickness inside, combined with the soft, textured ridges, made every movement feel as though he was buried deep inside something alive.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his hands tightening around the base of the fleshlight as his hips moved again, slower this time, savouring the way it squeezed him with every thrust.

The heat, the wetness, the way it pulsed around him—it was almost too much to bear. He couldn’t help but picture you, the way your body would feel wrapped around him like this, clenching down on him, pulling him in. The thought of you, mixed with the intensity of the sensation, made his control slip. His pace quickened, driven by the growing pressure building in his groin, his need for release clawing at him.

Each thrust into the toy felt more urgent, the friction deliciously overwhelming. He could feel the tension building, his length throbbing inside the slick, tight tunnel. Every stroke was bringing him closer to the edge, the pleasure so intense it made his vision blur. The way the fleshlight clung to him was impossibly real, and the thought of sinking into your warmth instead made his pulse race even faster.

He was too far gone to stop now, completely lost in the sensation, the need for release overtaking him as his hips bucked into the toy with reckless abandon.

*

Your legs gave out entirely, and you collapsed against the shelves, your body trembling as the force inside you began to move. Slow, deliberate strokes, in and out, dragging along your sensitive walls and making you shudder with each thrust. You bit down on your hand, trying to stay quiet, but the sensation was so intense, so perfectly maddening, that small, helpless whimpers slipped past your lips despite your best efforts.

The sensation wasn’t just physical; it was connected. Every movement inside you felt purposeful, like whoever—or whatever—was controlling this was in sync with your body, knowing exactly how to make you fall apart. Your pussy clenched around it, soaking wet, the slickness only making the thrusts more fluid, more relentless.

Your breath came in shallow, ragged gasps, the rhythm of your body matching the relentless thrusts that were driving you closer and closer to the edge. Each stroke pushed deeper, dragging against your most sensitive spots, and the heat building inside you was becoming unbearable. Your mind was spinning, the world around you fading into a blur as the pressure inside you mounted, thick and heavy.

You could feel yourself trembling, your body taut with anticipation, the pleasure coiling tighter with every thrust. Your nails dug into your palms, a desperate attempt to ground yourself, to hold on just a little longer—but it was no use.

It felt so good.

Too good.

You sat up a little and spread your legs, pulling your panties off from beneath your habit and throwing them somewhere in the dark, your middle finger immediately moving to your swollen and sensitive clit. Rubbing furiously at it, you let out a loud gasp, the feeling of the cock fucking into you, now at a violent pace. You grasped onto the shelf behind you with your free hard, trying to find something to ground you as much as possible, but nothing was working. Something invisible was pounding relentlessly into your cunt, using your body for their own pleasure and you were so wound up tight - you liked it.

Your body was already betraying you, your pussy tightening around the force inside you as the tension built to a breaking point. It was hitting all the right spots, fucking into you like no one else had managed to before. You bit on your bottom lip trying to remain quiet, but at this point your moans and pants were coming out so loudly, you were sure passers by could hear you.

*

Mountain’s breath was ragged as he thrust into the fleshlight, his large hands gripping it tightly, the soft silicone giving way under his force but clinging to him in the most maddening way. His head tipped back, eyes fluttering shut as the slickness inside seemed to pulse in time with his movements. Every stroke felt too real, too perfect—as if it were more than just a toy, something alive and responding to him.

His cock was fully buried now, his hips rolling slowly at first, but the tightness had him on edge, making it impossible to hold back. His groans grew louder, deep and rough, as he set a more urgent pace. The fleshlight gripped him harder, the wet warmth inside making every stroke smoother, more fluid, but also more intense. It felt better than it should have, the sensation almost too much for him to handle.

“Fuck…” he hissed under his breath, his length throbbing with need. Each thrust sent a pulse of pleasure through his body, his mind clouded with desire as he imagined you beneath him instead. The way you would look, your body writhing in pleasure as he buried himself inside you, the soft sounds of your moans filling the air. The thought made his cock twitch inside the toy, his pace quickening as he lost himself in the fantasy.

But then, something strange happened.

The fleshlight pulsed. It wasn’t just responding to his thrusts anymore—it was as if it had a life of its own, squeezing him, rippling around his length in a way that was too real, too connected. His eyes flew open, a gasp escaping him as he stilled for a moment, looking down at the toy in his hands.

“What the…?”

He felt it again, the sensation tightening, as if the fleshlight was reacting not to his body, but to something else entirely. The pulsing grew stronger, almost rhythmic, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through him so intense he nearly doubled over. He could feel the slick walls inside moving, as though mimicking the contractions of an actual body—your body.

Mountain’s heart raced, his mind spinning. There was no way this was just a toy anymore. He could feel it—feel you—somehow, in some way. It was impossible, but there was no denying the connection. The more he moved, the more the fleshlight reacted, tightening around him with each thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core.

His hips bucked involuntarily, the sensations overtaking him, his mind now filled with images of you. He imagined you trembling, the way your body would shake as he pushed into you, the look of desperation in your eyes as you tried to hold back your release. His pace became frantic, thrusting into the toy with abandon, the tight, wet warmth driving him to the edge.

He was so close. He could feel his orgasm building, his entire body tensing with the need for release. The pulsing around his cock grew more intense, as though it were pulling him deeper, milking him for everything he had.

“Fuck…” he groaned your name, unable to stop himself now. He was lost in the sensation, lost in the thought of you, the connection between you both tightening with every second.

*

You could feel the climax rushing toward you, unstoppable, consuming every part of you. And as the force inside you thrust again, harder this time, it finally sent you over the edge.

A wave of pure ecstasy crashed over you, the intensity of your orgasm ripping through you in shuddering waves. Your walls clenched down around the presence inside you, your body convulsing as pleasure coursed through you, lighting up every nerve. The release was overwhelming, and you bit down harder on your hand, stifling the moan that tore from your throat as your climax consumed you.

But the relentless pounding didn’t stop. Whoever was fucking you wasn’t done with you just yet.

*

Mountain felt you reach your peak, the pulsing sensation inside the fleshlight intensifying to a point that left him breathless. The way your body clenched around him, as if you were riding the wave of ecstasy, sent a jolt of raw pleasure straight to his core. He could almost hear your moans, soft and desperate, echoing in his mind as he envisioned you lost in your climax, your body trembling beneath him.

With every thrust, he was drawn closer to the edge, the need for release building within him like a tidal wave, crashing and surging. The connection felt electric, transcending the physical boundaries of your separate spaces, and it was almost overwhelming. As you shuddered in pleasure, he could feel the warmth radiating from the fleshlight, as if it were feeding off your climax, drawing him in.

“Fuck!” he groaned, his voice thick with desire. The fleshlight tightened around him, almost as if it was responding to your release, and the sensation drove him wild. He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach, a primal urge that had him gasping for air.

As you soared through your orgasm, he couldn’t hold back any longer. He thrust deeper, faster, losing himself completely in the moment. The world around him faded away, the only thing that mattered was the relentless pleasure coursing through him, the sensation of the silicone hugging him so tightly that it felt almost like a second skin.

With one final, powerful thrust, he reached his own peak. A wave of ecstasy crashed over him, his body convulsing as he spilled himself into the fleshlight. A deep, guttural groan escaped his lips as he rode out the intense waves of pleasure, feeling as if he were floating in a sea of bliss.

His hips stuttered as he felt the last tremors of his release, each pulse sending shockwaves of satisfaction through him. The connection, the overwhelming sensations—it was all too much, and he reveled in it, letting it consume him entirely.

Panting, he collapsed back against the bed, still reeling from the intensity of it all. The fleshlight lay discarded beside him, the warmth and slickness inside a reminder of the wild connection they had just shared. He could still feel the lingering echoes of your climax intertwining with his own, leaving him breathless and yearning for more.

What had just happened? It felt like more than just a fantasy—it felt like something deeper, something that blurred the lines of reality and desire. He found himself staring at the ceiling, a mix of confusion and exhilaration coursing through him. The next time he saw you, everything would change.

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hi can I please have a sakusa kiyoomi burger and rockstar x groupie with two straws? <3

CLIENT-9; sakusa kiyoomi. burger—haikyuu. drink—rockstar x groupie.

contents smau. DON’T PAY ATTENTION TO THE TIME STAMPS, THANKS! reader is… desperate. band! au. komori mentioned/part of the band.

authors notes hope u dont mind i made this a smau rather than traditional writing... anyway sorry if this is ooc, ive only written for him once i think…

jealousy, jealousy

synopsis: the cod guys get jealous // requested by anon <3

ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov

cw: suicide joke (ghost), graves being toxic

an: graves turns into the most toxic mf when he's jealous, i just know it. i need him so bad

dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)

Hello beautiful lady! smut for prompt “Does he fuck you like this? Yeah, I didn’t think so.” Please! Love you!

warning: steamy

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It was never your intention to hook up with a coworker. True, you fantasized about Johnny Tuturro nearly every night, but it was just that—a fantasy. You never thought you would ever sleep with someone you worked with.

And then you did. Insult to injury…

…it wasn’t Johnny.

Johnny was FBI, and you were DEA. As your years undercover started to stack up, you found yourself working with Johnny and some of the other agents in Graceland more and more. You and Johnny flirted—he was the resident flirt, after all—but you hadn’t so much as shook his hand. So when you got drunk one night with a fellow DEA agent and ended up having sex with him, you were shocked at yourself. It meant nothing, and you two started hooking up as a way to release tension after tough cases. The sex was average at best, mediocre at worst, and honestly, the thing that kept you coming back was the fact that he kind of looked like Johnny. His smile wasn’t nearly as breathtaking, and he didn’t have Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, but they had a similar build and similar coloring, so your DEA slam piece was a suitable substitute for the real thing.

You had just finished a case in South California, and you were exhausted. You washed your undercover persona off of you, letting the warm water cleanse you and strip away the layers and the lies until you were yourself again. When you got out of the shower, you noticed you had a message on your phone. You sighed when you saw who it was—your DEA “friend”. You’d just closed a pretty big case, and you knew news of it was circulating through the acronyms (FBI, DEA, ATF, etc.), but you’d earned a few days off, and you were going to take them. Which is why you were currently in a hotel room, looking forward to not having to deal with anybody—criminal or government agent—for at least 72 hours. So when you read his text asking if you “wanted company”, you just rolled your eyes and ignored it.

But then you got a knock on your door—and the only people who knew where you were worked with you—so you sighed and looked through the hole and—

—oh.

It was Johnny.

You opened the door, frowning as he walked in. “Tuturro, what are you doing here?”

He turned to you, a smirk on his handsome face. “Heard you just closed the case on those SoCal meth dealers,” he said as you tried (and failed) not to check him out, “so I thought I’d come and congratulate you.”

You smiled, putting your hands on your hips. “In person?”

“Mm hmm,” he answered, turning to look around the room, “since you’re in my neck of the woods…”

“Are you looking for something?”

He turned back to you. “Didn’t know if you had…company.”

The pause before he said “company” let you know exactly what kind of company he was referring to. You frowned. “Fuck. How’d you hear about that?”

“Paige,” he shrugged, “but to be fair, I begged her to tell me. Actually had to take over her chores for three weeks to get her to talk—”

“—wait, you asked Paige who I was sleeping with? Why?” Your heart was twisting in your chest. What if he had been interested in you too, and now he thought you were a slut? What if he talked to the DEA slam piece and just thought you were an easy lay? Was that what he was here for? And if it was, would you still go for him? You wanted Johnny bad, but you knew him well enough to know that the attraction was more than just physical. You liked him. He was smart and funny and courageous and kind… He was everything you wanted, but what if he only wanted one thing from you?

And what if you gave it to him? What then?

“Nah, nah, I asked her if you were seeing anyone, and then she told me about Derek…” Johnny waited for you to interject, but you didn’t. You bit your lip; what exactly could she have told him? You were afraid to ask. “…And I don’t wanna get in the way of anybody, or you and him, but I also really, really wanted to see you,” he was rambling now, and you could feel a smile spreading on your lips, “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, and I know I missed the chance to shoot my shot, and I’m sure Derek is a cool dude or whatever but…” He stepped up to you, and you looked up at him, eyes wide and heart pounding. “…he ain’t me.”

You swallowed, and you could see nothing but determination in his dark eyes. “No,” you agreed, “he’s not.”

“Look, I don’t care if my being here pisses him off or whatever, or if he has an issue with me after this—if he does, he knows where to find me,” Johnny sighed, “but I do care about messing things up with you—I like being your friend, I do, but damn, Y/N… I want more.” He reached out, his hand cupping your face, warm and steady. “I want more.”

“I do too,” you confessed, outing your hand over his on your face, “Johnny, I… I’m crazy about you.”

He smiled, and even though it was dark outside, it was like watching the sun rise. Johnny Tuturro’s smile was incredibly beautiful, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Apparently, that was all that needed to be said, because Johnny leaned forward and kissed you, and it was easily the best kiss you’d ever had. You wrapped your arms around him, wanting him closer, and you tilted your head, inviting him to kiss you deeper.

“You sure,” he asked, still kissing you, “this is okay? I don’t want Derek—”

“—Derek isn’t my boyfriend or anything,” you said back, eyes closed as you kissed him, “he’s just a guy I sleep with sometimes.”

He chuckled, one hand going to the small of your back to keep you close to him, and the other going to your waist. “But that’s done now, yeah?”

You laughed back. “Yeah…” You bit your lip again, and Johnny groaned. “What?”

“You don’t know, huh?” He asked, looking down at you. “You don’t know how incredibly sexy you are when you do that. Fuck…”

You shivered; his voice was getting deeper and rougher as he spoke, and it was sexy as hell. Johnny’s hands fell to your hips as he kissed his way down to your neck, and you moaned lowly at the feel of his soft lips on your skin. “Johnny…” You sighed, your hands finding their way underneath his shirt, caressing his toned back. “Johnny…”

You could feel his smirk on your skin, and that turned you on even more. “Yeah, baby?”

“Johnny,” you were whining now, and he lifted his head up to see the pout on your face, “I want you.”

“Yeah,” he leaned down and kissed you again, “I want you too…” You took hold of his shirt and started to lead him to the bed. “I just want to be clear,” he said as he helped you out of your shirt, “I don’t wanna be the new Derek. I don’t want you just part time… I want you all the time, for real.”

You nodded, licking your lips as he took his shirt off. God, Johnny was just perfect. “I want the same thing.”

“Tomorrow,” he promised, kissing your neck again as those long fingers of his went to unhook your bra, “we’ll go on a real date…”

“Yeah,” you agreed, closing your eyes as his warm mouth fell down to your exposed breasts, “yeah, we—we’ll do the whole dinner and a movie thing.”

“Mm hmm,” he hummed, his tongue flicking against your nipple, “anything you want, baby…” Gently, he laid you down on the bed, and you sighed happily at the feel of his lean body on top of yours. You could kiss Johnny forever. “Fuck… I’ve wanted this for so long…”

You could feel his hardness against your thigh, and you scratched at his shoulders as he kissed and licked your breasts, his mouth soft and firm on your sensitive nipples. “Me too,” you sighed, “mm… Johnny…” You giggled. “You’re so much better than Derek.”

He looked up then, smirking at you. “Hell yeah I am.” You didn’t know it then, but Johnny was already itching to prove that to you, even though you’d already decided it was true. So when he slid your pants off and kissed his way, achingly slowly, down to your center, you were already nearly shivering with desire. But when he spread your legs for you and sank between them, his mouth working against you—you nearly floated off the bed.

“Fuck, Johnny,” you gasped out, hips jumping upwards, “oh fuck…” You reached out and put your hand on his head, gasping again at the sweet obscene sounds he was making as he ate you out. Johnny, to your great joy, was a very vocal lover. And his tongue was… beyond description. You came into his mouth, calling out his name as he chuckled against you.

“Look at you,” he said, kissing his way back up your body, leaving each and every inch feeling loved and adored, “you’re so beautiful…”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brought him down for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and you couldn’t help but smile against his lips. You felt his hands go to your thigh, lifting it up, and you bit his bottom lip, sucking it into your mouth as he groaned. He was right at your entrance, the tip of his dick sliding against you, gathering the wetness and making you squirm.

“Baby, look at me,” he demanded softly. You did. He was staring down at you with nothing but affection in those deep dark eyes. He smiled, and your heart flipped in your chest at how unbelievably beautiful he was. He caressed your face, two fingers softly running down your cheek. “So beautiful,” he whispered.

“Johnny,” you said back, your voice weak with desire, “please… I need you.”

He kissed you, and as he pulled back, he pushed inside of you.

And you were full of sunlight.

Johnny started out slow, giving you time to adjust to his (considerable) size, kissing and sucking at your neck as you moaned. You rolled your hips, and you felt him bite at the base of your throat, spurring you on. Johnny felt incredible, like he was made for you, and from the way he was moaning, and touching you and kissing you, he felt the same way about you. You brought your hands up to his face and moved his head so he could kiss you, and when you did, he started to fuck you harder, deeper. You bit his lip, and Johnny pushed all the way into you, making you gasp.

“Yes,” you sighed out, nails digging into his back, “yes, yes, yes!”

“Fuck,” he groaned, pulling back and pushing in again, “You like that, baby?”

“Yes!”

“You want more?”

“Yes! Please!” You clenched around him; you never begged, but Johnny brought that out of you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, just like that,” he groaned, his voice deep and rich in your ear, “Yeah, baby, take it just like that… Fuck…”

“Johnny,” you could feel your orgasm building up as he fucked you harder, “fuck—yes! Don’t stop, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Yeah?” He grinned down at you, watching you bite your lip as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Does he fuck you like this?” He growled out, and even the tone of his voice was adding to the coil of desire within you. “Yeah,” he went on when all you did was moan in response, “I didn’t think so.”

That got you—you came, calling his name, and Johnny groaned as you pulsated around him. He pulled out of you, and for a second, you thought he was done, but then he turned you over and started fucking you from behind. You dug your nails into the mattress, eyes closed and mouth open as you moaned and screamed his name. Johnny knew, already, exactly how you liked to be fucked, and he gave it to you with no hesitation. You glanced at the clock; you’d been fucking for about two hours now. By the time Johnny came, finishing on your back, you’d already come a total of four times, and your body was buzzing with arousal.

You and Johnny cuddled under the covers, nose to nose, smiling goofily at each other.

“So,” he asked, his hand rubbing hearts onto your lower back, “I know I promised you dinner, but how would you feel about breakfast?”

You smiled, closing your eyes. He leaned in and kissed you, and you melted against him. “Breakfast sounds good,” you said back, “but I was actually hoping the first thing I put in my mouth in the morning,” you opened your eyes to see him watching you, “would be you.”

Johnny grinned; the sun shining in his eyes. “Oh, baby…

..you ain’t gotta wait till the morning for that.”

You grinned back; clearly, you wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight—and you couldn’t be happier about that.

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Can you pls write period sex with Ghost 😭🥰🥰

heheheh period sex is a fave to me!!!! I hope u enjoy anon <333

CW: Period sex, blood

Simon was desperate to put you out of your glum misery, the pout of your lip and the flair of your brows as you kneeled over in pain only urged him on more as he furiously tapped into his phone ways to help with period cramps.

He had tried everything; a hot water bottle, a nice bath, tea, massages. It all just left you feeling too hot or overwhelmed and never seemed to subside the internal torment of your belly.

Brown eyes widened slightly as he took in the word “sex” blurted as 1) on some shitty magazine website. Pupils flickered between each line taking in how ‘making love’ was a great way to ease period cramps.

It was a tender subject while you were menstruating, Simon’s body timid as he approached your skulking figure.

“Baby, I’ve been doing research on how to help with your period cramps and I’m willing to try it if you want too?”

“Mmmm… Si, no more home remedies… what is it?”

“Fucking.”

Your eyes looked at his, face tense as you checked for a joking smirk but your boyfriend only just stared at you, holding his phone up to show he was being truthful.

“You want to… fuck? Me? While I’m on my period?”

Simon nodded, almost hesitantly as he heard the unsureness in your tone. You blinked.

“What if it grosses you out? Or smells? Or looks weird? Or you get chunks on your dick?”

Simon shook his head, a chuckle leaving his throat as he leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on your hairline.

“I’ve seen every bit of you. Nothing would gross me out. It’s completely natural, love. Besides, I see blood too often, feels like second nature to me now.”

Your body was rigid as you laid awkwardly on a towel, your thighs widened as Simon took in the sight of you. He licked his chapped lips, taking in the puff of your swollen pussy and the gentle throb of your clit. You had quickly washed yourself before this, incredibly self conscious, even though your boyfriend urged that it wasn’t necessary.

Slick pooled at your entrance, the light filter of red hinting through as Simon locked his hips against yours, rubbing the mushroom tip over your wet folds, a moan escaping your mouth as you clutched onto his biceps.

He lined himself against your aching hole, pushing in slightly as you whined before edging himself in inch by inch. It wasn’t long until he bottomed out, thick cock filling you to the brim as he began to rock back and forth, kissing your gummy walls with each thrust as you writhed underneath him.

“That’s it baby, does that feel good?”

You nodded, biting your lip in the process as a hand rubbed down on your belly, pushing slightly as he picked up his pace, thrusting into your wet heat as you mewled.

His shaft was coated in your slick and a light dribble of blood, the metallic taste in the air sending something carnal through him as he fucked himself into you at a rough pace, his eyes watching the way your breasts jiggled and your face scrunched up in pleasure.

“Fuck- Si - so, so good.”

“I know baby, just needed me to fuck you silly to feel better.”

You felt aligned with him as he ached his member into you before spilling his delectable seed into your fertile cunt.

Spoiler alert, you didn’t get a period for 9 months after this. Seemed to help your cramping problem.

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she walked into the gym, shoes squeaking as the jackels and alders warm up, the fluorescent lights burning her eyes, she hasnt been in this gym for months. she walked up the stairs to the bleachers, looking for her reserved seat as atsumu had called her the day before and told her that there would be one for her and what seat it would be. the seats were filled, she was thinking of how lucky she was that there was a reserved seat.. almost. she got to the row and counted down the seats, there was a girl sitting in her seat. her eyebrows furrowed, walking over to the seat. "hey, im sorry i think you're sitting in my seat, its reserved." the girl looked up, smacking her gum, "um, yeah it was reserved but the cute setter said i could sit here!" yns eye sqinted. "um what?" she asked, "i think i said it pretty clearly but good try! or did my words not pierce through that big head of yours?" she said all with a smile on her face. "no you said it pretty clearly, i say what because the setter down there is my boyfriend, and the seat you're sitting in is the one he reserved for me." her arms crossing and the fake smile on her face dropping. "yeah sure whatever you say maam! can you move out of my way now im trying to watch!" "the game hasnt even started yet!" yn exclaimed before walking off. she took back down the stairs and exited the building. of course atsumu would do some shit like this. why wouldnt he? she decided to not report back to the group chat for this one, it just gives the three of them more reason to hate atsumu. and she did not want another scolding.

she sat cross-legged in atsumu's apartment. just waiting. what she was going to do when he got there, she didnt know. probably yell, a lot, and he would yell back. its an endless cycle. she knew it. she just couldnt quit him. locks jiggled before the door opened. chants from bokuto was heard "HOO HOO HOO WHAT THE HELL IS AN AL-" stopping dead in his tracks, "what is it bo?" hinata peeked over bokuto's shoulder, making eye contact with yn. "oooooo your in troubleeee" is all that was heard from hinata before him and bokuto scurried off to their rooms. sakusa also followed after the two boys, leading atsumu into the apartment. "hey, i was looking for you after!" "oh you were looking for me after? i assume in the seat that you 'reserved' for me." she airquoted the word reserved. "yeah! and some other girl was in the seat." "no shit sherlock! because you told her to sit there! you're memory cannot be that short term!" yn stood up, getting in atsumu's face. "ohhhhh yeah i did do that." she just stood there starstruck, jaw dropped "i, i cant do this right now." she walked away, and out of the house. tears welling in her eyes, and falling all before she walked out the door frame.

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01. who the hell is iwaizumi

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