#also is spitting in someone's mouth nsft?

[kyuumon]

Food

[yanderefarm]

could I perhaps be goofy silly and request skott bullying.........

skott x mean supervisor!male reader

hehehehehehehehehe

ok but the funny part is after you sent this i thought of something and i was like... no thats too far. censoring myself after what id already said.

a lot of the meaner bullying comes at the end. also. whore skott is real he told me

cw; violence, electrocution, nsft, bully reader, power dynamics (you're his supervisor), dub con because of said power dynamics? i guess

your pathetic, stupid, horrible subordinate had just come crawling back to you from aurum alley. again. it was one thing to screw the ipc on the deal to begin with, it was humiliating to have the video of someone under your command barking like a dog spread across the entire star system, it was degrading when your bosses chewed you out for his poor treatment of the xianzhou natives. to do it all again? for no reason? skott should have died to the amateur swordsman. that would have been better.

you watched the video of the man squealing like a pig, your face twisted into a scowl at the disgusting sight. fucking skott. you looked from your screen, the sound of his squealing still playing as you eyed up the man in front of you. skott had his head held low, clearly aware of how much trouble he was in. you tapped your boot against the ground impatiently as his squealing seemed to only get louder. your teeth clenched together as you suppressed all the cruel words that you wanted so badly to spit at him. finally after what felt like an eternity of the squealing, the angry silence, the clenching of teeth, you took a deep breath and calmed yourself down.

"there are a lot of things that I could say to you. there are so many words i could call you. i could fire you right now." you paused the video as you spoke calmly.

"p-please i-" skott started in his way that made you want to grind your teeth again.

"stop. i won't fire you. in fact i think you've earned yourself a little promotion." you gave a small smile as you opened your desk drawer.

"oh- oh! w-well thank you so much sir i-" he was cut off again when you put a heavy collar on your desk in front of him.

"you should be grateful skott, all this time you've been a stupid stray dog running around freely. you need an owner, in fact i think you've been begging for it." you gestured for him to come closer. skott's eyes went to the collar and then you and he swallowed hard.

"this is unprofessional i-i could report you to-"

"oh please. don't act like you don't want this. i see how you eye up my desk, how you examine the width of my office. i know how hungry you are to climb the ranks." you rapt your fingers against your desk, each soft thud against the desk like another rock against a glass door. "you would sell out your girlfriend and now you're not going to play dog with me? just think, skott. you could be a good doggy for a few months and gather all this evidence of my HR violation. maybe they'd reward you with my position. with my office."

each word is like music to the power hungry idiots ears. if he had any brain he might stop and think for a second about why you're so willing to put your job on the line just to get your rocks off. of course dogs aren't smart enough to think. just like you expected skott moved to your side of the desk. before you could even open your mouth to tell him to he got on his knees in front of you. he wanted this so bad, its evident behind his golden eyes. his desire. his need. you reached down and pulled away his stupid glasses exposing his soul to your cruel gaze.

"good boy." you coo at him as you grabbed the collar.

skott didn't reply but his cheeks were red and his eyes closed in anticipation. you wasted no time clasping the black collar around his neck. a soft gasp leaving his lips as it adjusted itself to fit him perfectly, you hummed in approval. one of your hands moved from his neck to his hair and you ran it through the surprisingly soft locks. you sat there petting him for a minute, his head naturally moving to rest on your lap. you could already see the wheels in his head turning around how to bring your downfall. he's kind of cute when he's not talking. maybe instead of just ruining his life you really could train him to be a good obedient doggy.

the best start would be to break his already weak spirit. your fingers stopped in his hair and you pulled on it hard causing his eyes to shoot open as a yelp left his lips. you clicked your tongue at him before shushing him.

"don't be noisy doggy." you cooed as you guided his head from your lap to between your legs. one of your legs rested on his shoulder, the heel of your boot digging into his back.

the expression of embarrassment and disbelief that painted his face was so cute you found it hard not to laugh. he had opened his mouth to try to say something but clearly the words were lost on him as he stumbled over various exasperated sounds. yeah he's cute until he opens his stupid mouth. you pushed his head down onto your bulge, his hung open lips finding place around the outline of your shaft. a whimper left his throat but he didn't complain again, in fact you didn't even need to tell him what to do. his mouth so naturally began to move along your bulge, tongue pressing against your uniform all too eagerly. you couldn't help but wonder how many times had he done this? how often did pretty little skott drop to his knees for a promotion?

"you're such a fuckin slut." you groaned at him, your tight grip on his hair pushing his head down until you could feel his nose press against your belt. "who did you fuck to get here skotty? i might get jealous if i find out you're someone else's dog too."

skott tried to answer but you didn't let him up. instead your free hand began to undo your belt as you made him drag his tongue along your massive length. when his lips met your tip resting against your thigh he sucked greedily on it. it was hard to tell if the spot that formed was your precum or his drool. you moaned as you pulled your belt free and discarded it on the floor.

"slut."

skott didn't even look embarrassed anymore, more dazed and hungry if anything. you let his head go expecting to hear him complain about how inappropriate this was, or maybe defend himself from being called a slut. he didn't. he sat there patiently waiting for you to pull your cock out. fuck it was hot. you undid your pants and pulled down your underwear enough for your cock to spring free. you slapped the tip against his cheek and all too eagerly skott attempted to take it in his mouth. you gripped his hair again and held him still.

"beg, doggy." you ordered before the desperate whore got the taste of your cock.

"i-i.. uh.. pl-" you cut off his pathetic yammering with a harsh tug to his hair.

"doggies don't talk." you reminded him. it was funny the way his dazed, cock hungry eyes refocused into shock and confusion.

he started whimpering. he started whimpering way too easily and way too dog like. he really was some kind of kinky pervert who got off on being treated like a dog wasn't he? did he keep picking fights so that he would be publicly humiliated? what a pervert. his tongue hung from his mouth in between his all too accurate whimpering. you decided to humor him, waiting for his tongue to hang out again before you pressed your tip against it. the moment your cock touched his tongue he took it in his mouth so eagerly, his warm wet mouth closing tight around you as his tongue circled your tip. he knew how to give head. not just knew about it, he was good at giving head.

"jesus you really are such a fu-fuckin whore" you thought you could keep your composure but he was too good at this.

he took your cock back to his throat and he gagged on it a little bit before he relaxed and took your whole length down his throat, his nose pressed against your skin. then he pulled his head back and sucked and licked at your tip again. as he began the process of bobbing his head up and down he let his teeth ever so lightly brush against your skin. it was like a pornstar. he even sounded like a pornstar, the wet sound of your cock pounding into his face, the moaning that accompanied it, and the delightful sound of him always gagging a little bit. he pulled his head up, coming up for air as his hand wrapped around your cock and continued stroking your length as his swollen lips kissed the tip like he was trying to make out with it.

"fu- fuck skott you love cock that much..? you want me to cum all over your face?" you couldn't believe how quickly he had gotten you to the edge. your tip was swollen and red and dripping as skott eagerly licked up every drop.

skott didn't talk, instead he opened his mouth and pressed your tip against it while letting out a cute doggy whimper.

"inside, pretty boy?" you were met with a nod.

you reached down and began stroking your cock against his tongue as he eagerly held it open. he was even panting like a dog. you grunted as your cum finally sprayed across his tongue and into his mouth. you were gonna tell him to swallow after you caught your breath but he didn't need to be told. you watched skott's adams apple bob as he swallowed hard before opening his mouth again to show you it was empty.

"where... where the fuck did you learn that?" you could feel your cock twitch at just the sight of him, how messy and undone his face looked.

"i don't have to tell you about my personal life." oh god there was his smug attitude again. you let go of his hair and grabbed his face instead.

"you want to try that again, mutt?" you asked, regaining your composure.

"this was fun, i won't lie. i can assume "being your dog" will be similar things along with running errands and getting coffee. i'll begin saving samples of your dna starting next time." he was so fucking smug as he straightened his clothes and began looking for his glasses. "please try not to trash my office while you're still here."

you watched him put his stupid glasses back on and get up. you were stunned to say the least, surprised by his nonchalance and annoyed in equal measure. you were about to say something as he headed towards the door when he stopped in the middle of the room and turned back to you.

"oh i almost forgot you can t-" he had reached to remove the collar around his neck when it sent an electric current through his body causing him to scream and collapse on the ground.

you started laughing, his scream brought you to your senses from his stupid haughty attitude. you fixed yourself and buckled your pants, leaving your belt off. instead you grabbed the thick leather material and folded it in half. you got up and walked over to where skott lay twitching on the floor, tears in his eyes. you laughed again as you nudged him with your boot.

"oh you almost had me, doggy. i thought you were actually smart for a minute." you brought your boot heel down on his leg, grinding into him and bringing another scream from his throat. you smacked your belt against your free hand a sadistic smile on your face.

"im gonna teach you what happens to bad dogs"

[aventurinesweetheart]

“open your mouth.”

character: aventurine my bbg genre: smut and fluff tbh summary: what it’s like to kiss/makeout w him <3 also features a nsft drabble at the end! warnings: afab reader (no prns used), kissing !!!! lots of kissing!, spit!! lol if yk me yk its gonna involve spit, uhm this actually does Not include oral despite the title aven js sweetly asks u to open ur mouth <3 so he can spit in it <3 if you dont like spit this fic isnt for you i promise a/n: i’M BAAACCCKKKKKKKKKKKK DID YOU MISS ME?!??1/!? bc i MISSED YALL // anyway im an hsr blog now :3 also this was meant to be my comeback post but i preferred messy eaters lol  // sorry ab the lazy ending i wanted to be done with this

     → kisses with aventurine can vary wildly depending on the day and the kind of mood he’s in: sometimes they’re fleeting pecks, meant to tease you and trick you into asking for something more, other times, they’re lingering and he can’t help but pull you closer. but why, cali? bc YOU are his biggest gamble of all, silly goose! you could decide to leave him any minute of any day, and yet….. you stick around. that’s something aventurine just simply could not wrap his head around..

     → despite all the luck he was “blessed” with, he sometimes cannot fathom you staying for any reason other than his wealth or good luck, which certainly led to a few fights in the earlier days, but with time, kakavasha slowly came to understand your feelings and actually began to open his heart to you

     → and once he does? kissing became something much more than something to satiate you—no, he grew to genuinely enjoy it! immensely, actually.. there was just something so vulnerable about kissing someone you really cared about…… and aventurine showing vulnerability? god fuckin damn you must really have him whipped.. even if he’s still snarky and a little deceitful with you sometimes — mostly for your own safety (fuckin ipc shit..)

     → anyway, back on track

     → while he wasn’t necessarily too big on kissing before meeting you, he wasn’t exactly opposed to it. sometimes, one must engage in certain actions to get a particular desired result. aventurine is good at keeping everyone an arm’s length away, so kissing and sex quickly became something highly impersonal to him, something to not think twice about

     → but.. after meeting you, and letting his heart thaw a bit, he suddenly found himself, not nervous, per se, but….. well, maybe a little jittery about the idea of being actually intimate with someone…. it’s just so scary and easy to get hurt! but.. if you really think about it… isn’t love a bit of a gamble too? so what’s to be anxious about! if you’re gambling, then more often than not, you’re winning (at least in his case), and if you’re winning, then do you really stand a chance at getting hurt?

     → he quickly grows addicted, though — to both the feeling of your lips against his, but also the warmth you emanate!! you’re just.. so kind?? in the sense of being understanding towards why he is the way he is and always being a steady shoulder for him to lean on (which is part of the reason he fell for you… you were a constant in his ever changing life, something extraordinarily rare) — more so, you can match his wit and sense of humor!! also something he isn’t exactly used to

     → now, aventurine loves kissing You specifically. he likes seeing all your reactions to the various places he can kiss you — speaking of, some of his favorite places to kiss you are the nape of your neck, your inner thighs, your throat, and, of course, your lips!! as much as he loved kissing you all over, there was just something about the exchange of spit that he couldn’t get enough of!

     → now, while aventurine is usually a more put together, suave, well technique’d kisser, he absolutely LOVOOVEESSSSS kissing you messy style — you’ll have to excuse him, really, because it’s not his fault! he just loves getting to be raw with you, truthful, honest, something he doesn’t get to be often due to his line of work and the inherent dangers that come with it..

     → he loves to suck on your tongue and nibble on your lower lip—and, how could I possibly forget. my favorite thing. SPIT 🗣️‼️

     → now, initially . he wasn’t like. one to actually spit in your mouth, more like just being really into drool and having you drool into his mouth (he actually really likes when you spit in his mouth i’m ngl) but eventually comes to realize you may be just as into it as he is? (if you’re a real one anyway) and so .. actually here’s a little drabble for the rest of your time :3

     “aven,” you mumble against his plump lips and you can feel him smirk into the kiss. right now, you were straddling his thigh, humping it like a bitch in heat—too horny for your own good as you—while he sits on the couch, hands guiding your hips as your boyfriend continues to kiss you until you have to physically push at his chest to pull away for air. 

     “open your mouth, and stick out your tongue,” he whispers, one hand coming up to gently grip your cheeks, and you nod before complying with his quiet request, not thinking twice about the reason.

     gathering the excess drool in his mouth—which wasn’t very hard, mind you—he spits onto your tongue with practiced aim, before telling you to swallow it. you do, of course, gratefully, and you rut your hips against his tensed thigh as he starts to bounce it up and down for your sake. 

     “good—s’good,” he praises you absentmindedly, patting your cheek before planting his hand back on your hip so he could help you grind against him, knowing just how desperate you were. 

     his grip on your hips is tight, and your panties are soaked through. while you had discarded your pants and shirt (and bra, if you wear one), you were still in your underwear and somehow you still felt too hot right now.

     leaning back in for another kiss, aventurine pulls away as you move closer, causing you to whine audibly and making him chuckle.

     “something the matter, baby?” he coos at you, wanting to kiss you back just as bad.. he just couldn’t help but tease you sometimes (often)!

     “don’t be a dick!” you huff, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulling him in closer.

     “my, oh my, someone’s rather needy,” he taunts you, pulling you forward by your hips, sliding your thinly clothed cunt over his thigh. …hey! how come he was still fully clothed?! that’s not very fair in your opinion!!! 

     “‘m not needy,” you correct him, pursing your lips. “‘m just–!” you can’t help but growl in frustration, unable to get off on this alone. “lemme ride you!” you change directions quickly, perhaps giving in to the needy allegations. whatever. it would be worth it so long as you got what you wanted.

     “is that how we ask for things we want?” he chides, tsk’ing lightly. “try again,” he tells you, willing to give you what you want. he was awfully hard, after all—he’d been neglecting the noticeable tent in his pants, and the wet spot that had gradually formed from how much pre-cum had leaked out. ..poor guy, he really did need to get his dick wet.

     “please!” you cry out shamelessly, looking at him with teary eyes. you were so horny you couldn’t stand it and you needed him in you Now. !!

     “that’s much better,” he says, moving his hands from your hips to his pants so he could actually unbutton them to give you what you want. 

     telling you to stand up, you do with shaky legs, and he’s quick to tug both his pants and boxers down in one swift movement and kicks them off before inviting you back onto his lap. 

     you do so eagerly, but not before dropping your panties to the floor, and you waste no time in lining his dick up with your dripping slit as you slowly sink onto his flushed cock with a soft moan.

HSR m.list

[strawberrieslovethere]

Demon Twins and Head

This is my first post. I was supposed to post something yesterday for Vergils rebirth, but I was struggling with this site and the tags are getting me too. Someone help this dumb baby (Hey, I'm but two days old.) And seriously do feel I've been in hell since the fourth DMC at least, so give me a break and maybe help. Also there are probably errors in this one. This is NSFT-Minors Do not interact.⚠️

There is head and cum in in this one it's chill though it's just those hot demon twin boys cum.

DANTE:

Dante is estatic about how fervent you are to suck him off. It really gets to him, he plays it cool like hes unfazed, but he is very satisfied with you. Doing this for him turns you on so much, hes so goldlike in his build and so is his cock, of course you wanna suck it.You palm his bulge in his pants your manicured french tips curl lightly at the fabric."You really wanna suck my cock huh baby ?" He smiles. "Dante" you whine his words go straight to your cunt and your cute sounds to his cock."Go for it babe." He watches as you undo his button and pull down his zipper.You pull down the fabric of his boxers and it bounces out. He's so big your mouth opens in awe. Your mouth instantly waters. His tip is leaking precum you decide to give him a show, as you kitten lick all around the tip and then you lick the leaking tip and pull back sticky cum still connecting his cock to your tongue he gasps and his cock twitches you flick and suck just the tip using  your wet mouth. Your eyes glimmering at him, while his eyes are fixed on you and his cock. You lap and lick all the way from his cockhead to the base. You holding his cock you repeat this onthe right and and left side then lick  the underside from the base twirling your tongue side to side and up and down all the way back to the tip till its all wet. Then you put the tip in your pretty mouth Dante agasps and croons "oh baby fuck." You mewl as you swirl your tongue around the top really wet with spit using the soft underside of your tongue on the velvety skin . You pull off slightly strands of spit are sticking to your plush lips and his cock and some drop to the floor."fuck" He pants and softly grunts. WIth one hand flat on his thigh near his groin and the other cupping his ass You push his cock back in your mouth as deep as you can till your gagging and fucking your mouth over And over.hes grunting and moaning hissing through his teeth. Fuck his noises are making you wet.His balls hitting your chin, each time you thrust it deep in your mouth. Your mewling and wining onto his cock. and You've become so cockdrunk , your pussys clenching itself and your bucking your hips to each time you thrust his cock into your mouth, as if  more than just your mouth was getting pounded. Your clear slick is dripping to the floor "Oh princess your pussy is so fuckin  wet" He's unable to keep from moaning and mewling from what your doing with your mouth. You keep this up  a while,then  pull off with a pop. Just to repeat it again. "Pop." You jerk him a few times at the base,Caressing his balls. You suck his cock really wet and fast so that spit drips down your chin.Each sound he makes prompt you. knowing hes enjoying getting his cock fucked by your mouth. "Yeah suck that big cock oh fuck" he moans  "baby. Ohh...you gonna swallow my cum right angel?" "ummmhuuuummm" you humm around His cock. He shoots his massive load unable to keep from fucking your mouth his gloved hand grabs your hair while transluscent thick cum paints your mouth and throat you gulp it all down.Hes huffing panting as you lick any cum left on his cock. Some running down  your chin to the floor.  You swipe and lap it back up.After a spell of gasping and panting he says "Good girl always drinks every drop."

VERGIL: You absolutely love to suck his cock it turns you on so much. His body is just ethereal perfection, that of a god and the cock of one too. He smells so good and You are so eager to suck him.Your on your knees already totally wet staring up at him lustily admiring him. He unzips his pants. Your gulp when you see his huge cock jut up from out of his pants causes him to grin. Your mouth waters, You wimper. "Vergil." you bite your pillowy bottom lip." Suck nymph" he commands. Your heart flutters You immediately start by kitten licking  the bulbous tip with sopping wet swirls that connect a strand of saliva from the tip to your lips when you pull back which causes Vergil to let out a low groan you see the glimmer in his eyes of pure lust . Oooh,his sound makes you mewl and open your mouth, putting  just the tip in and gently start sucking. You use the soft underside of your tongue to roll it around the tip moving your tongue  side to side and up and down. Using really wet licks back and forth till it trickles drips down his length and your chin. You fuck it in and out and whine as you do so. It turnes you on so much. His cock is so big and has you pushing it in deeper.You love it when he starts making the hottest grunting and growling sounds, it causes you to whine and moan around his throbbing cock in your mouth. Using your hand with long deep strokes you fuck it deep in your mouth and its hitting your throat. You stoke his V area above his cock and move to his balls gently stroking, grazing his skin ever so slightly with your manicured nails.Your rubbing your thighs together grinding into nothing but your own plush cuntwalls, envopeing onto itself gripping tight. You gag on his cock, but it just turns you on even more.He loves getting off to you getting off,  to him getting off.As you fuck your mouth with his cock mimicking how it would be like fucking your pussy. You look At him with cute doe eyes."So good,thats right nymph good girl. Your mine."He pets your hair, you keep sucking. His words urging you on. Briefly you lick the tip letting your spit be sticky on his cock to your tongue. Then go back to sucking. You see his brows furrow and his mouth slightly hanging open a moment then he hisses behind gritted teeth. You hold steady with this pace sucking him off as hes growling and grunting.  You whine as his balls get taut on your chin. You whine knowing he's about to shoot his yummy load of cum. You feel his cock jolt and he lets out a strangled guteral grunt his hips thrust his cock plugging it in your throat spurt after spurt of hot thick cum coat your throat and mouth you swallow every drop. He gasps as you pull him out so you can lap up any last bit on his cock of anything that might leak out out.He pants out, "Woo." "Vergil!" you mewl at his cute sounds.Cum and saliva dripping off your chin down to yout breast he sees your pussy dripping your viscous girlcum to the floor. You paw at the cum on your chin and lick your hand. Moments later he smirks. "My nymph soo wet from just sucking my cock."

note:sorry but the boys get angry if they don't get equal threatment.

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

I’ve been reading your post for a while and they are peak!If it’s not too much I was wondering if you could do butchie mofo x Pete?Like angsty and then turning into smut? ,it could be any scenario really I just NEED something of them

(My friend helped me with this one mainly because I struggled with butchie mofo also Im alittle better my throat stopped hurting)

"Pay Up, Mofo" — Butchie x Pete DiNunzio

Angst → Tension → Build-Up (NSFT)

[Hate fucking]

Butchie barely had time to stub out his cigarette before Pete slammed the studio door shut behind him. Mofo Studios always smelled like rubber, sweat, and melted plastic, but today it reeked of something worse: Pete’s fury.

“You owe me three hundred,” Pete snapped, storming in, his jacket already half-off his arms like he was gearing up for a fight. “Three hundred for the monster redesign and the clean-up. I know you got paid, Butch. Don’t play dumb.”

Butchie didn’t even look up at first, fingers still moving over a busted foam latex head he was patching with staples and fake blood. “You want me to Venmo you a half-eaten taco and a dead rat? That’s about what your redesign was worth.”

“You fuckin’ asshole,” Pete barked. “You knew that shit was usable. You used it! You used me!”

That got Butchie’s attention. He stood up slowly, heavy frame rising from the creaking chair, towering over Pete like the bad idea he’d always been.

“You came back, didn’t you?” Butchie said, voice low, dangerous. “Always do. Run that mouth, then show up lookin’ for cash or a place to vent, or someone to bend you over the fucking prop table.”

Pete sneered up at him, face flushed. That hooked nose wrinkled in disgust. His fists clenched.

“I came back for what I earned, not for your sweaty-ass dick, Butch.”

Butchie stepped forward. Close. Too close. Pete’s back hit the storage shelves, rattling old props and fake limbs.

“You sure about that?” Butchie growled. “’Cause every time you open that little mouth, I can’t tell if you’re pickin’ a fight or beggin’ to get stuffed.”

Pete’s lips curled into a grin, teeth bared like a challenge. “Why not both?”

Butchie shoved him. Hard enough to make the shelf quake. But Pete didn’t back down — just gripped Butchie’s shirt and pulled him in by the collar.

Their mouths crashed together — all teeth, spit, and fury.

Butchie’s hands were rough, grabbing Pete’s hips and grinding him against the fake blood-slicked wall, groaning when he felt how hard Pete already was. Pete bit his bottom lip, blood mixing with saliva as he panted through it, fingers clawing at Butchie’s shoulder.

“You think I don’t know what you want?” Butchie growled into his mouth. “You come in here in that dumb horror tank and act like you don’t wanna get used.”

Pete spat. “I want what’s mine. You pay me, or I’ll fuckin’ make you—”

Butchie grabbed a fistful of Pete’s shirt, dragging him backward toward the prop table.

Butchie shoved Pete face-first against the table, the fake blood on the surface sticking to his bare forearms. Foam latex arms and prop intestines tumbled off with a wet thud. Pete didn’t flinch — just smirked, cocky even now.

“Hope you sanitize this shit,” he muttered, voice gravel.

Butchie growled. “You ain’t sanitary.”

Pete just laughed. “Neither are you.”

Butchie yanked his jacket off, then grabbed the hem of Pete’s horror tank and ripped it upward, baring his torso. Pete’s skin was tanned, dusted with black hair — down his stomach, trailing to his waistband. His back was all lean muscle and attitude, twitching under Butchie’s calloused hands.

Butchie gripped Pete’s hips hard, enough to bruise. “You show up here flappin’ that little mouth just to get fucked like a brat, huh?”

Pete spat on the floor. “If you’re gonna run your mouth, do it with your dick out.”

That was all it took.

Butchie undid his jeans, spit into his hand, gave himself a rough stroke. He didn’t take anything off that didn’t need to be — no ceremony, no slow undressing. Pete’s shorts were yanked down just enough, bared and bent over the table, breathing hard.

When Butchie pushed in, it was messy, rough, no warning. Pete hissed through his teeth, nails scratching deep into the wood, but he didn’t tell him to stop — didn’t want it slow. He arched his back, grinding back against him like he wanted to feel it.

Butchie leaned over him, breath hot at Pete’s ear.

“Always such a little fuckin’ punk,” he growled. “Always runnin’ your mouth ‘til someone shuts it for you.”

“Then shut it, Mofo,” Pete spat, teeth bared, “or you’re just wasting my time.”

Butchie fucked him for that — hard, brutal thrusts that rocked the table and made Pete grunt with each slam. His scrawny arms were locked against the table’s edge, shoulder blades sharp under sweat-damp skin, hips bucking back in rhythm.

“You love this shit,” Butchie groaned, fingers digging into Pete’s ass. “Come in here mad as hell just so I’ll take you apart.”

Pete’s reply was a strained, cocky moan. “Better than jerking off to your fake titties and gore heads, huh?”

Butchie slapped his ass hard — once, twice — until the sound echoed through the cluttered room.

“Talk all you want,” Butchie grunted, thrusting deeper, “you’re still the one gettin’ fucked like a ragdoll.”

Pete’s mouth was open, panting, drooling a little down his chin. His free hand had found his own grithy thick dick already leaking and was stroking fast and furious, chasing the edge while Butchie used him like a fucktoy.

“Don’t you dare cum yet,” Butchie snarled, slamming harder.

“I’ll cum when I fuckin’ want,” Pete barked back.

So Butchie reached around, gripped Pete’s throat, and forced his head back until he choked on a gasp.

“You’ll cum when I say.”

Pete came a minute later anyway — moaning through clenched teeth, hips twitching, splattering across the fake intestines still hanging off the table. His body bucked, muscles tight, and that was enough to tip Butchie over the edge too.

Butchie groaned low and deep, slamming in one last time and spilling inside him, breathing like a freight train as he slumped against Pete’s back.

They stayed like that — a heap of sweat, cum, and panting.

No kissing. No talking. No feelings.

Just hate, cum, and bruises.

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[strangerxperv]

Christmas Headcanons with Eddie Munson

Warnings: SMUT, Minors Go Mine Coal, Teens Don't Interact, NSFT/NSFW, Christmas puns, fluffy smut, creaming pies/ unprotected sex (be safe), breeding, unsafe use of whipped cream, curvy reader, reader is described as warm/ hot, large titties, thickie thighs, Eddie eats you for his own enjoyment, Eddie has a large peepee and he knows how to use it, hinted spiting into face/mouth, deep throating, you end up tied up, a song is made, and sexual presents under the Christmas tree.

Eddie Munson X Curvy Reader

This is a personal Secret Santa Gift for a special someone in the Discord server I'm in. I was really lucky to get you as my person for this event. I always get a sly grin whenever I interact with you and it makes my day. You're the best Lea!

Eddie likes sex. Loves it actually. But sex during December is his favorite because it's the month of giving.

Sex with Eddie has a tendency to be more playful during this month.

Decorating with Eddie is nearly impossible and takes a significant amount of time to complete. It takes days because he can't keep his hand from you.

He's always touching you in some way.

Wrapping some garland around you as a scarf, innocent. But it brings to mind an unavoidable sexual conclusion for you both.

He can't stop himself from tying you up with the festive garland. It's wrapped around your wrists and waist so he can grip it. Fucking you deeply the harsh material bites and rubs onto your skin.

Afterwards he has to lather lotion on the lasting marks. Guess garland isn't a safe restraint after all but it was a fun one time thing.

That doesn't stop him from tying you up with Christmas lights.

The lights are definitely turned on and the room is softly illuminated with them.

The sight of you entangled with the pretty multi colored lights has him hypnotized. Your tits are framed by your trapped wrists and bounce with each forceful thrust.

It's also important to note that he found your slay bells. Those get tied around your ankles which are thrown over his shoulder. "Wanna make music with you baby."

That leads to him recording your moans and the sounds of the bells ringing with each jump of your legs. Then he writes up a Christmas song with the band, it's called "When the Slay is Rocking don't Come (Cum?) Knocking."

The lights eventually get set up and the next day the tree gets set up. The tree is set up suspiciously fast when nothing causes Eddie to distract you.

Tension builds as he sweetly helps you place the lights, bobbles, candy canes, garland, tinsal, and star topper.

His hands clap loudly cutting into silence causing you to jump, surprised. Eddie's lips are spit wide in a cat that got the cream grin, "Now that we're done...wanna christen the tree?"

Eddie lays you under the tree while it glows in the dark room. So you can watch the dazzling lights glimmer off the various bobbles. But you can't take your eyes off him.

His face is lit up softly while the darkness of the room wraps around him, contrasting. Framing him and taking your breath away.

Like the soft slow thrusts that tell you he loves you. It's not often that Eddie makes love to you. He prefers to fuck you till you're both overstimulated and twitching.

But sometimes he needs you to feel how you make him feel. How deeply he truly loves you. His thrust though slow are deeply kissing your depths. Gently tapping your cervix to pull back and nudge your spot.

He takes you apart and afterwards he collects you to nap under the twinkling tree.

It's then, when you're wrapped in a soft Christmas themed blanket cuddled up to him. It's your warmth that causes Eddie to decide he never wants another hot bodied person. He never wants anyone other than you.

Eddie stuff your stocking and you stuff his. He puts various things in that you'll like. Treats, small sex toys, gift cards, trinkets, and at the toes there's a small black box.

Hidden amongst the decorations Eddie has mistletoe hung in every room. Some are easy to spot and some are a happy accident when you find them.

The first night you get stuck under one is in bed. The bastard hung it over your side of the bed and he's so smug.

He tells you that if you cheat and leave without a kiss you'll no doubt be punished. He's begging you to fuck this up.

Which leads to you begging him to kiss you so you can brush your teeth. It's a shame you forgot to do that before sliding into bed. Guess you'll have to make it worth his while.

Eddie was just complaining about being hungry and your cunt would really solve that.

Eddie spends hours making out with your soppy pussy. French kissing your clenching hole and sucking your stiff clit. Deep bite marks, that will bruise for days, on your thick thighs every time you close your legs (around his head).

He has to hold them open with a tight grip pushing onto your inner upper thighs. Dimpling the giving flesh with more bruises.

He makes you cum many times before he lets you up. Your shaking legged walk makes him giggle when you shamble into the adjacent bathroom.

At Christmas movie night you both decide to make hot chocolate. Somehow the whipped cream ends up in Eddie's hands. He's looking at it and looking at you. And he needs you to lick it off his cock.

It's not a want. No, it's a desperate carnal need thats got his balls in a crushing grip.

It's a good thing you like whipped cream and love his cock.

Your knees hurt where you kneel on the wooden floor. Your mouth is split wide and your jaw is unhinged while his cock is lodged.

It started with you licking the sweet treat from his leaking tip. But quickly devolved into Eddie fucking your throat. Nose pressed into his fluff almost as hard as his cock is pressing inside your throat.

His own mouth is gaping with groans seeping out from between plush lips. Long tongue licks his lower lip when you splutter out a gagged cough.

Drool froths and slips onto your bare tits where it pools between them. One of his hands is wrapped around your throat to feel his cock bulging in your straining esophagus. It's taking more of your breath away causing you to silently gasp.

Triggering his orgasm to spill down your throat but you can't swallow it all. It fills your mouth then slips between your vacuum sealed lips. Eddie's grip loosens finally to gently pull out of your filled cavern.

His fat leaky tip is wiped onto your swollen lips, "Swallow it all or I'll drink your cocoa." His threat is hollow after such a well given sloppy toppy. But you've never wasted his cum and won't start now. Licking the cum from your lips and his cock only furthers to make him obsessed.

It's Christmas Day that you ask him to give you the ultimate gift. A thorough breeding. Up until this point he's always worn a condom or pulled out. But tonight you want him bare and deeply cumming into you.

Whose he to spit into your face after such a perfect gift...maybe he should spit in your mouth instead.

Surrounded by gifts and wrapping paper and once again under the tree, he fucks you. Hands gripped under your knees and pressed onto your heaving fat tits. Your own smaller hands are holding onto his hands.

He cums into you but doesn't stop. He keeps going until he cums again and again. Your mingled cum cakes onto the carpet slicking your skin.

Once you're filled and a pillow is tilting your ass in the air he gives you your stocking.

"What'd ya say? Wanna be mine?"

[qualityloversworld]

── .✦ INTRO ✦. ──

⭑.ᐟ name : cypress, moss, cedar

age ⤷^᪲᪲᪲ : 21

. ₊ sexuality : abrosexual, t4t pref

prns ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 : he/pine/fae/tree

⋆.˚ gender : Transmale, Forestgender, Mossgender, Michaelsylvanic

likes ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎ : Wild foraging, botanical drawing, crystal collecting, being in the forest/nature, Sylvanian families, horror movies

⌗ . dislikes : Industrial areas (I hate living in the city), factory farming, arguing when there isn't a point, the current american climate

dms ₊˚⊹ ᰔ : open!

⋆. 𐙚 extra : I'd really love to make some freaky friends here. I'm the host of a multigenic system, The Creatures of Nimh, we do not align ourselves with sys/discourse! Time Zone MST. Kinks/limits, tagging emojis, and sideblogs under cut because while this is a 'Gen'/'main' blog, it will be mostly nsft. Also some fandom stuff, and gender (neo/xeno) stuff!

nsft ask game

Kinks (giving, receiving, both, partner only, fictional): choking, cutting, crying(aka making someone cry), daddy kink(flexible, ask!), cnc, sx agere(flexible, ask!), piss(I'm particular), somno, bondage, intox, biting/marking, monsters (esp werewolves), knotting (have a toy), tentacles, force, bruising, more if you ask nicely...

Hard No's: scat, vomit, armpits, spit, detrans/misgendering (mainly if directed at me!!), piss in my mouth, hairpulling

🔥: anything nsft

I may forget to tag things, but here's the tag list

📚: anything fandom

❓: any ask games & the answers if anons are sent

💥: gender/flag stuff

🎨: art stuff

(these emojis are not off limits to anons! Anon sign offs will be tagged anon:emoji!)

Sideblogs:

@/curi********ss (if you're confused why I followed, it was probably for this blog. dm if you want to and I'll lyk what it is!)

[catgirlboytoy8]

it’s about time i make a pinned post methinks. and i figured out how to put a read more link hehe <3

PLEASE READ THIS POST BEFORE FOLLOWING ME OR SENDING ASKS/DMS thank you <3

hi, you can call me V, Val, or plenty of other terms in the list below <3 i am 24, i am a vers switch but i’m both sub- and bottom-leaning, and i use any pronouns, but it/its and they/them are the best ones. i’m polyamorous, in a relationship with my Owner @pudgeypups (also currently the only person i’ll top) and not looking for any other partners right now, but i’m down to flirt anyway ;) as long as you respect that my answer is not indicative of a relationship of any kind between us then i’m fine with anything that doesn’t violate my boundaries or DNI. any violation of these boundaries will result in an immediate block, so you have been warned.

DNI/DNF

basic DNI (bigots, p/dos/MAP/NOMAP/whatever other bullshit name you freaks have come up with to avoid being called what you are, if you’re into inc/st, r/pe, z/ophilia, etc., don’t come near me)

transmeds/truscum/whatever or if you don’t believe in nonbinary genders, refuse to use they/them pronouns, etc.

cishets, cisgender trans chasers, ��men dni” blogs, people who are into misgendering/detransition/“sissy” kink/porn (YES, EVEN IF YOU ARE TRANS. I CAN’T HANDLE IT. NO JUDGEMENT TO YOU IF YOU’RE TRANS AND INTO THIS, BUT I DO NOT CONSENT TO THIS BEING ANYWHERE IN MY SPACE, WHETHER YOU’RE TRANS OR NOT.)

chubby chasers

if you’re a minor i do not consent to interaction from you and you should not be interacting with nsft blogs in general, just btw, you can literally get people in legal trouble for that

if your blog has no age in bio, even if it states 18+, i will assume you are a minor outside of the age range i’m comfortable with following me and react accordingly (by blocking you)

age regression blogs—i have no issues with sfw age regression but i am not ok with mixing agere with nsf/w or sexual stuff, so if you have an age regression blog idc just don’t interact with this specific blog from your agere blog please

i also reserve the right to block you for any other reason, stated or not.

HARD LIMITS

anything that violates the DNI above (for examples not specifically stated above, true n/on/c//on, r/ac/eplay, etc.)

sc/at, wat/ersports, anything else unsanitary (ex. of other things: fo/ot worship)

fe/eder kink

stran/ger kink

c//g//l, a/ge/play, or n/s/f/w age regression

DO NOT call my hole a c/un/t, p/us/sy, v/ag/ina, etc. sometimes i will refer to it this way, but i do not consent to anyone else doing that here.

STUFF I’M INTO

B/D/S/M

topping specifically as a service top

spanking & other mild impact play

pet play (mild/part-time)

degradation

praise

somno (but this is p much just in theory 😭)

mixing weed and sex (with explicit consent prior to getting high)

body worship

musk o////////o

orgasm control

daddy kink (NOT D/D//L, only as a title)

humiliation

calling someone master/mistress 🥰

idk if there’s a name for this, oral fixation maybe? but specifically, having things shoved in my mouth to shut me up, and you have to do it while i’m talking and say “shut the fuck up” or the like, otherwise it’s just not as sexy

fuck machines

spit roasting

breeding 0////0

verbal doms

TERMS I’M OK WITH

For me:

baby, baby boy, babe

kitten, kitty boy, kitty

prince, little prince

cutie, sweetheart, doll, love

any terms of affection regardless of gender, but if i don’t know you go light on gendered terms in general

whore

bitch/hot bitch/bad bitch

slut

toy, fucktoy, boytoy

hole (as in “just a hole” or such phrases)

For my body parts:

hole (for my mouth or my front/back hole)

boypussy, bonus hole (for my front hole)

dick/tdick, cock/tcock*

*sometimes when i say dick/cock i mean my actual body part, other times i’m talking about the strap <3

and that’s it! i may update this post as time goes on so go ahead and check back periodically :3 any kinks listed neither in my hard limits nor in the “stuff i’m into” category is either stuff i’ve never heard of or stuff i’m neutral about (like, i’d try it if a partner wanted to, but wouldn’t ask a partner to try it) OR stuff im not sure about.

thanks for reading this far! please like this post so i know you’ve read it, and then go forth and feel free to be interactive in my asks or notes or maybe even my dms ;3

last but not least here are my bdsmtest results uwu

[keravnous]

- agent 14/agent steven haines; my drug is my baby (nsft, smut)

It's hot out and Steve's wide awake. His bedroom windows are opened and there's a soft breeze rolling in, toying with the curtains and leaving a soft trace on his warm skin. He sighs and rolls on his stomach, blindly reaching out with one hand, until he touches his phone. His hand clutches around it and pulls. The display blinds him for a split second and he curses under his breath. No new messages.

He's not really surprised. The only person messaging him these days is 14 but they aren't really talking right now, with both of them still being so goddamn angry, so that's that.

He mindlessly checks his social, a former frat getting married, another couple buying another dog and someone's new car. He doesn't care, he can't even bring himself to act, to convince at least himself, that he does. He's missing something. Someone.

His thumb hovers over the display.

No. Yes. No.

He can hear the city breathe. Cars honking, the tram and a slight wind rustling the few leaves this grey concrete hell hole still has to offer. He misses the sound Warren makes, when he's asleep, how soft his breath is.

Steve shakes his head, as if that would have him get rid of the thought more easily. He misses his warmth, how he sometimes hooks one leg around his, arms stretched out. When he's asleep they don't fight.

Steve knows that he can't blame it on 14, they both are to blame, they both are equally responsible. If one of their superiors ever were to find out what they had been doing these past months they'd both vanish from this earth, erradicated like they'd never exist, justified by their act of treason.

And yet there they are: fighting. Rather with their fists and teeth, than with words. His colleagues start to notice the bruises (and even though they don't say a word he is still paranoid about it). Not all of them are born out of aggression, most are a result of the lust that captures their fucked up minds once the violence starts to blossom between them. It turns them on, it turns Steve on, when Warren's hands connect with him in the worst ways possible. It makes his blood sing and his dick hard and he just wants. Wants to press the other man down and take take take until the taking becomes an act of giving, which always errupts the most beautiful sounds from Warren.

He hates himself for the thought, but everything could be just perfect, they could be perfect, like handmade pieces carved to only fit each other. But it's not like that, it's way more hurtful. Their opinions on work, on the government and secret agencies drift apart like Pangaea. It's hell really, one of them starts screaming at one point and then there's no going back. They are both too ambitious, willing to sacrifice everything for their jobs and sometimes Steve wonders not if there will be, but how huge of a blood bath they will go down in. The thought scares him and he knows it scares Warren too, but they don't talk about it, keep their fears far away from each other, locked behind thick vault doors.

They often try their hardest not to talk about work. But eventually, like most people who only really live for their jobs, they drift back to it. It's Steve, who hates that Warren himself is somewhat a criminal and it's Warren who hates, that Steve won't admit that he isn't far form it himself.

They blame and attack each other for failures or provocations of their respective employers and it either ends in slammed doors or sweaty bodies sticking together.

Steve misses it, the adrenaline that shoots through his veins in these moments, the way Warren's body responds to his, how the other feels under his fingers. He misses misses misses and it keeps him awake.

He thinks about the last time he's seen Warren, squirming beneath him, throwing his head back, arching into his touch while throwing slurs his way. Steve thinks about him, about his touch. It's torture and he rolls back onto his stomach, while his mind conjures up a truly beautiful, delicious image.

Steve's sitting down, legs spread wide, back straightend but relaxed nonetheless. Warren kneels in front of him, cheeks slightly reddend, his hands carefully resting on Steve's firm thighs. His eyes are trained on Steve's hard dick, obscenely standing against his abdomen. Warren's bleeding. His nose looks broken and blood slowly tickles over his plump lips, down his chin. His tongue darts out, licks it away, cleans his lips.

Steve groans quietly and rocks his hips into the mattress once, twice, his hands gripping into the sheets as he rocks against the surface, growing hotter and harder.

He had betrayed him, sold his secrets, endangered Steve's life and thus, he has to show him his place again. Warren's eyes are trained on his cock and Steve hums, gently places his hand on the back of 14's head, runs it down to his neck, around to the front and presses down. The noise that erupts from Warren's throat makes the hairs on Steve's body stand up, as he slowly tilts his head back, giving Steve better access to his throat. Blood runs down the delicate, pale skin, pools between Steve's fingers. He runs his hand up again, brushes across Warren's lower lip with his thumb, then forces three fingers in. He gags, his eyelids flutter, before he starts sucking.

Steve moans. The sound is deep in his throat and his boxers are groing tight fast. He impatiently pulls the front down and himself out, raises his hip and closes his hand around his dick.

"You want the real thing, don't you, pretty boy?" Warren's bloody chin now dripples with saliva and he nods, hums around Steve's fingers. He pulls them out and looks at Warren, hits him another time across the face for good measure.

"Come on then, right your wrongs", Steve leans back and Warren lashes forward, tongue darting out and licking a wet stripe from the base to the top.

Steve tucks at himself and moans. It doesn't replace Warren, his scent, his touch, how he feels around and underneath him, his voice but it'll do, if he keeps himself focussed enough. He hates him so much, it makes his stomach twist, he hates his arrogant smile, the edge to his voice when he feels superior and his strut, how he tilts his shoulders back. Steve wants to take one of his cigarettes and burn his delicate skin right there between his shoulder blades, so he won't act all high and mighty anymore. Steve also wants so put his hands on his skin, his body and worship it, every little mole, kiss it until the world ends, burning and crumbling by the wars they wage.

He spits into his hand, rubbing his own saliva around his dick.

Warren leans in, all wet lips, blood and saliva and throaty groans and closes his lips around the tip of Steve's cock. His tongue swirls around it in the warmth in his mouth, hot liquid dripping down the hard shaft.

Steve rolls around, thrusting into his fist, his head buried deep in his cushion, moaning from the back of his throat. His body feels lonely, oddly cold, even though it's warm out and in his bedroom as well, and he raises his free hand, runs it across his flushed chest in a manner Warren would. It makes his heart flutter and his dick twitch.

"You like that, huh?" Warren lets his dick go with an obscene sound and hums deep in his throat.

"Yeah, fuck, I do."

It's what sends Steve to do an insanely stupid thing. He reaches out and grabs his phone, unlocks it while cupping his balls with one hand, squeezing and tugging, while scrolling through his contacts.

The voice on the other end sounds tired, not angry at all. Steve would like to be it the other way around, he wants to be yelled at, hit and torn.

"Why the fuck are you calling, it's literally three in the morning", there's a little yawn and Steve wishes he'd be here, "You better be bleeding out somewhere to bother me now, Haines."

He wants to hit him back with something witty, smart, rude but there's nothing more leaving his mouth but a moan, as his hand wanders up his dick again. There's silence on the other end. It makes his blood race, boil.

"Haines?"

"Yeah fuck, who do you think it is?", his voice is deep and buried in his throat. He groans.

There's a low chuckle on the other end. He wishes he could see that smile, he wishes he could tear it off of Warrens face.

"You ain't really getting yourself off right now, are you?", and when there's no answer just a deep and low sigh, 14 tsks, "That's actually pathetic, Haines."

He sounds wide awake now. Good.

"Tell me", there's shuffling on the other end, "Tell me what you're doing, you moron."

Steve smiles and tugs at his dick, with Warren purring deep into his ear. "Fuck, I'm", he sighs, feels the tension running deep through his stomach, "Touching myself."

"And you're thinking of me? How cute. Ain't you ashamed of yourself, Haines?"

Usually it's Steve who has the upper hand in the little dangerous game they're playing, it comes naturally with him being the higher ranking one, but he will make an exception tonight. Warren's tone is spurring him on, how he talks down on him. He would love for Warren to be here, for Warren to look and talk down on him, to spit in his face and sneer at him.

The words leave his mouth quicker than he can act against them.

"Wish you were here, fuck, touching me."

_

The next morning Steve's late to work. He doesn't even remember the last time he hasn't been on time. Must've been years ago. His chest burns as his shirt rubs over the sore skin. Warren had told him to run his hands over his chest harder harder harder until his nails had scraped the skin. The stinging sensation feels good, it's a nice reminder of last night.

As he rushes towards the FIB building across the empty plaza, he sees a figure leaning against one of the chairs.

"Late, Haines?", it's Warren. He's smoking a cigarette.

Steve raises his hand and shows him his finger.

He knows he's fucked, they both are.

_

It's Wednesday when he gets the mail and Friday when he enters the meeting room. His boss is there and so is Mrs. Rackham, he's seen her once or twice, but this time she's not alone. There are other agents with her and, of course because his life's just gotta be like that, 14 is there too.

His gaze drops to Steve's take-away cup and his lips curl into a smug grin. "If I knew we were having a potluck, I would've brought something as well", his voice is deep and calm, collected, like velvet and Steve'-s pulse sings with it.

"14", Mrs. Rackham's voice cuts through the air, admonishing, like a mother scolding her child.

Now it's Steve's time to grin and he drops his free hand to his belt, hooks one thumb underneath it and cocks his hips forward, looks at Warren. It's the same look he shoots him when Warren sinks to his knees to obediently suck his dick and he eyes him up and down. 14 blushes, his gaze drops.

Steve bathes in his display of power, the feeling that erupts from it takes him flying high. To them, it looks like 14 is listening to his superior but only the two of them know that he isn't. Only the two of them know that he's bowing to Steve's will. They had a change in their power dynamic last night and Steve is not willing to accept that, maybe he's even afraid to do so.

As they take their seats they look at each other once more and Steve feels his stomach flutter.

_

They were at each others throats the second they found themselves to be alone on the floor. Now, only a few minutes later, Steve has Warren bend over the sink of the bathroom. The door is locked but the idea of them being caught, someone seeing how he toys with one of the leading IAA Field Agents, still excites him. He has one hand around Warrens throat, his thumb pressing his chin upward, their eyes meeting in the mirror.

14 is crying. Small, thick tears run down his cheeks, silent evidence of his denied orgasm. He's very pretty that way, Steve thinks, when his cheeks redden and his eyes turn dark, like the stormy sea and his hair's in a mess. He loves it when Warren cries, the sounds he makes and-

"Please."

Steve stops his slow and deep thrusts and blinks dumbfounded. One, two, three seconds pass until he moves again. Laughter spills out of his mouth, deep and satsified.

"What a pretty sound for a pretty boy, huh?", his hand strokes over Warren's ass cheek, gently kneading the flesh below the palm. It's soft and warm and it grounds him.

His voice drops in both, octave and volume, as he leans forward, shoving himself even deeper into 14, lips against his ear. "Say that again", he whispers, tongue darting out and toying with his earlobe.

"Please, Steve. For fucks sake, please fuck me", Warren moans and throws his head back, pressing his throat into Steve's palm more firmly. He presses down and Warren yelps, squirms and their gazes meet in the mirror once more.

Warren holds his own mouth shut with one hand, drowning his moans and screams, as Steve ruts into him like an animal gone wild, fucking them both senseless.

_

Steve's phone rings and he picks up, opening another bottle of wine.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"So, you're still alive then?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I am." Why wouldn't I be?

"Good. Just wanted to check."

"Warren?"

"Yeah?"

"Should I be worried?"

"No", and he trust him, because the word carries all the fear, all the thoughts that Steve grew so painfully familiar with.

_

The next time they see each other is a rather spontaneous thing. Well, at least Steve hasn't invited Warren over but there he is, standing in his doorway, hair a mess, his leather jacket on. He eyes Steve up and down, his gaze stops at the obvious bandage around his upper arm. Warren slowly raises his hand and gently touches it. Steve doesn't flinch.

"I saw the news", Warren says, his voice low and nearly inaudible.

"I'm fine."

"You got shot", he looks seriously upset now.

"I'm still alive, ain't I?"

And then he's on him, arms around his neck, lips pressed onto his own, hungrily devouring him. Steve feels Warren's warmth radiating against him and he slips his hands under his jacket, pulls his firm, muscular frame closer, flush against him. "I-, I was-", he doesn't have to say it, Steve knows anyway. Afraid, Worried, Scared, Frightened.

"I'm still here, pretty boy", he runs his good hand through Warren's dark hair and they look at each other and Steve knows, it hits him like a train, that they are both gone. Warren's gaze is soft and it's so beautiful, but somehow Steve wishes he'd yell at him again, lash out and throw hands at him. That was easier to handle than whatever they just turned into.

They are gentle with each other, for the first time. It's all slow kisses, soft touches and intertwined bodies, heat and whispered words. Steve holds Warren by his hips as he grinds down on his dick and gently brushes over his abdomen, his hip bones and chest with his hands, wants to feel and discover every inch of his body. Warren leans down and kisses him, soft and warm, plush lips that gently move against his own, a tongue darting out, making its way into his mouth. It makes his stomach flutter and fingertips tingle, so he hooks his good arm around his waist and helps 14 to rock onto him, the other hand gently resting on his leg.

They cum with their foreheads pressed together firmly, so close together that their eyelashes are nearly touching, gazes locked on each other. Steve pulls Warren close after that, hooks his good arm around him and it doesn't take long until they are at each other again, kissing gently, hands wandering, tongues touching.

_

Steve wakes up in the early hours of the next morning, Warren's back pressed against him. His breath is easy, he seems to be sleeping still. Steve buries his nose in his neck and breathes in. Out. In. Out. In - until he falls asleep again.

_

Ignoring each other at work and during the breaks becomes increasingly harder. Steve is getting itchy with the stress it puts onto him.

_

"The fuck did you do?", Warren slams his glas down. It doesn't break but Steve hears it shatter anyways. Of course they'd fight once again, once more. Maybe they never really stopped, maybe they were just on a break, an armistice.

He's talking about Michael and his associates kidnapping Mr. K.

"This is business, Warren. This has nothing to do with you."

"Are you completely nuts, Haines? She'll have your head for this, Daniels will kill you."

Steve looks at him and his gaze quickly turns into a stare. This is not about him, it never has been and it now dawns on him. He's not even yelling, his voice is firm and nearly a whisper.

"Me? Don't you dare act like you care about me when it comes to this. You're afraid what this will mean for you, aren't you? If they ever unveil that you fuck me, the one responsible for subject K gone missing? What will they think of you then, huh?"

Warren blinks. Once, twice. "Are you fucking deluded, Haines?"

Steve has missed how Warren beats and tears at his clothes and hurts so so so good. He relishes in the pain that 14 is exposing him to, until he can't hold back the gnarling animal in his chest anymore and lashes out as well, hits back and hits hits hits until they are covered in blood.

_

It hurts so good, his cuts and bruises hurt so good. Steve had missed this, missed the pain so much. Warren lies next to him, chest heaving, blood on his hands and his face, it's in his hair and on his legs as well. Steve wants to fuck him raw, until he screams and cries.

Steve wants to make Warren his, and only his. And he's ready to give himself up for it, too.

[shortythescreen]

From the ask, would u be comfy doing an octane nsfw alphabet thing?

Note(s): NSFT/18+ under the cut. sure! i’ll give it a shot. no better way to dip my toes in than to do it with my boy! 

Octane NSFW Alphabet: 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When Octavio is coming down after an orgasm, or after a good fuck, he’s usually flushed from nipples to neck, and is preoccupied panting. When he finally manages to calm down, he grabs at his partner and mumbles a bunch of nonsense. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

There isn’t a part on himself that Octavio doesn’t like but he’s very confident in his abs. Why do you think he runs around in that little croptop? 

As for his partner, Octavio loves him some thighs. Juicy, squishy thighs that he can sink his fingers into? Thin, bony ones that he can hike up against his partner’s chest? He loves them, whatever they come. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Octavio is the type of dude that cums a shit ton. Makes a mess all over his crotch whenever he jerks off, fills up a condom an embarrassing amount. Will brag about it, because he’s That Way. 

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Octavio has had sex with several state heads kids. They would intend his parents parties with their parents and after a few drinks and bad choices later, well. Let’s just say Octavio is not welcome in the Psamathe State Building. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s had a lot of partners! Octavio likes men, women, and everyone in between. I think he’s slept with more folks with dicks than folks with pussies, but that doesn’t mean he shies away from the intricacies of them. Very enthusiastic lover, very eager to learn. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

His partner sitting on him in any way is grand. Sitting on his face? Fabulous. Sitting on his dick and facing him? Oyeee. Sitting on his dick and facing away from him? Dale, amor, let’s go, let’s go, let’s goooo. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Octavio Jose Hildegard Silva takes almost nothing seriously. Sex included. The type of partner that blows raspberries into his partner’s stomach when he’s trying to go down on them. Would laugh at a queef or a fart. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

No hair. Aerodynamics. 

Just kidding. Octavio’s got a little bush going on but nothing crazy. He usually forgets to shave but he’ll realize he’s gotten a little wild when the hair starts to get tangled. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Octavio isn’t one for romance. He prefers to have fun, can’t take it when it’s slow. Might call out I love you if he’s with a partner he really cares about but that’s on the rare occasion he’s in a committed relationship.  

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jerking off when he was younger is one of the reasons that Octavio can go multiple rounds. He essentially trained his dick to be used to multiple orgasms in a short amount of time. His partner can thank him being a horny teenager for how many rounds he can go. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Listen, I’m not saying Octavio lowkey has a foot fetish but I’m saying Octavio lowkey has a foot fetish. Lives for his partner having nice, clean toes. Will pay for pedicures. Refuses to admit it but if his partner were to stick their feet in his face and some accidentally get in his mouth? Instant erection. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere there’s the possibility of getting caught. Thrill-seeking Octavio lives for having to cover his partner’s mouth in an office cubicle, in a supply closet, in a bathroom stall. Get ready for cramped, tight locations, where he can glue his body to his partner. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Octavio lives in a perpetual state of horny. It doesn’t take much for him to be intrigued, if not outright turned on. His partner talking about something they know really well, the information going completely overhead while they’re super knowledgeable? Nice. His partner working out, covered in a little sheen of sweat, breathing hard? Nice. His partner sitting on the couch, minding their business? Fucking nice. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Would not spit in his partner’s mouth. Weirdly is okay with spitting on their holes for lube, but even then he’s not here for those nasty, hocked loogies. It’s just... gross, amigos.  

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Octavio’s kind of selfish when it comes to oral. Definitely prioritizes getting head over giving head -- that being said, when he does give head, he’s VERY enthusiastic about it. Messy, sloppy, will leave his partner’s cunt soaked or their cock drenched.  

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

If it isn’t clear, Octavio tends to move quickly. The sound of his hips clapping against his partners, the quick, steady thrusts of his hips inside of them, building faster and faster? That’s his speed. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Octavio lives for quickies. Especially ones at inconvenient times. He will start feeling up on his partner while they’re on the phone, or when they’re in a meeting, or when he’s just bored in general. If he can get them alone, the pants are coming off. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

[Looks into the camera like I’m on The Office]

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As I mentioned earlier, Octavio’s propensity to jerk off regularly when he was younger built up his stamina. He cums pretty quickly but he can get hard literally almost a minute after. Can go multiple times in an hour. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Octavio has owned one (1) pocket pussy ever and it was Too Powerful. He does not own any more toys. Would gladly try them out, though. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Octavio is a relentless tease. Will drive his partner crazy with the fleeting touches, the way he drags out giving them head. Still, his patience for teasing wears thin pretty quickly so what seems like forever for him might not be too long for someone more durable. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Super noisy! Talks a shit ton during sex. Usually he switches between English and Spanish. A lot of babbling, talking about how good it feels, how much he loves to watch his partner move, etc. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Has definitely thought about trying to put his dick into one of those Chinese Fingertraps. Has not done it because even he couldn’t bring that to Ajay to fix. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Octavio’s pretty slim. He was definitely one of those really scrwany, really bony teenagers that became a scrawny, bony adult. However, after he started competing in races and running the gauntlets, he became more muscular. He’ll never be big, but he’s definitely. Lean, mean, fighting machine, with a really big dick, because for some reason skinny guys always have really big dicks? It’s like almost eight inches you guys. What the fuck.  

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As I said earlier, Octavio is in a perpetual state of horny. He’s always down to fuck. Always. It is really, really rare that he’s not ready to go. Wants to fuck and wants to fuck a lot. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends! Sometimes, he’ll roll over and go right to sleep -- especially after a couple of drinks. But if his partner is rearing to go again, he’ll stay up for however long they want him to. Especially if it means getting his dick even more wet. 

[fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry]

Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 15

Warning: cussing, some parts are kinda nsft? But no so much so, no probs I think. Slight mention of past trauma.

Ari and Rei was standing before Sofía's door, both kinda annoyed by their big sister's behaviour by now.

- Don't be ridiculous! It's been almost a week! - said Rei and pounded her fist on Sofía's door... again. For the fourth time. - You can't still be mad at us! - no answer came. Rei threw her head back and frowned. - Ugh, Sof, you haven't made anything sweet since monday! If I don't have some cake soon, I might die! Do you want me to die, woman?! - Ari giggled at Rei's sudden selfish outburst. She shood her sister away so she could get to the door.

- Come on, cariña, you love salvaging! And now we can do it in our own home! We don't even have to go out! - said Ari and tapped the door with her fingertips lightly. - Por favor guapa....

- Cut the spanish crap, boo, it won't work! - interrupted Sofi. - You snake-ass bitches shut me up ON PURPOSE, AND you broke the laws of our Sister Code. Which YOU TWO CAME UP WITH, BY THE WAY, BUT IT SEEMS LIKE I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS IT'S FUCKING IMPORTANT!!! - Ari breathed out like a horse and leaned against the wall. She closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them, Beetlejuice was there, right before her face, dangling in the air upside down. He flashed a toothy grin at his favorite breather.

- Hi there! - he said in an aroused tone. Ari sighed and scruffed his hair.

- Hello Bug. - the demon did a little half cartwheel in the air, then put his feet down on the ground. He pointed at Sofía's door with his thumb.

- How's it going with the little Drama Queen? She still won't come down from her tower?

- She can't be real dude. - said Rei with a sigh while rubbing the bridge of her nose.

- Sorry for this taking so long. - commented Ari with a light smile. She then turned towards the door and shouted: - SOMEONE'S PEOPLE SKILLS ARE A BIT RUSTY. - Beej leaned back towards the wall on the opposite side of the hallway. He shrugged with a handsign.

- No probs. - he rubbed his palms together. - This gives me a lot more time to fantasize, cause, hey, let's just look at you pretty girls, being all dolled up for me. - he said as he paced up and down on Ari and Rei. Ari wore a light purple dungaree with little bats all over it, a black cropped tshirt and a sparkly bat-shaped leather choker. Her nails were dark purple on both her toes and her hands. Half of her messy brown hair was let loose, the other half was put in a high ponytail on the top of her head with a black sparkly ribbon. Rei had a cropped, oversized, black Harley Davidson shirt on with a pair of cut-out jeans and black fishnets. Her copper-colored hair was free. They both crossed their arms before their chests and did an annoyed little frown. Beej stepped closer to them, held both their chins and lifted their faces up lightly. He summoned two more hands and with one, he caressed Ari's face, while with the other he pulled a lock of red hair out of Rei's face. - I was feeling a little off today, but you've turned me on again! - he released a kinda animalistic, guttural growl out while he pulled the girls a bit closer to him. Then with a lowered voice, he naughtily giggled. Ari tried so hard to tell herself that his gravelly, kinda smokey voice didn't make her knees tremble, but gosh she couldn't do anything about it. Being turned on by a fuckin corpse was so unnatural and was wrong on so many levels but... Gods what could this voice do with me if he whispered something into my ear while being on top of me. - I can't wait to have my own little private space and beat off to the thought of you, babies. - aaaand that snapped Ari out of fantasizing. She pulled her upper lip.

- Ew. - she commented as she shoved Beetlejuice away. He was laughing so hard his hair lit up. He made his extra hands disappear and stack his tongue out at Ari.

- Ya nasty. - said Rei with a pointing finger held up. Beej stack his tongue out at her too. Ari turned to her sister and shrugged with her hands held up.

- Nah he's just a man. - Beej hissed with his snakelike tongue still out and crossed his arms before his chest. Rei turned to Ari as if she haven't seen the demon at all.

- Is he though? When we last asked he said he has mischief in his pants not... - she held her little finger up and wiggled it. Ari burst out with laughter and had to hold her mouth so she wouldn't spit on her sister. Beej raised an eyebrow and bit his lower lip while smiling. He reached for his belt buckle.

- Well, you can check if you want...

The thing that stopped him from removing his pants was Sofía's shouting from the other side of the door.

- Oh that fuckin demon with the attitude problem is there to help you too?!? - BJ sighed as he started redoing his belt.

- Hey, I only called you a melodramatic bitch yesterday cause you're acting like one! - he shook his index finger towards the door. Then shrugged. - And, by the way, I don't have an attitude problem. You have a perception problem.

- Plus, he's nice. - commented Ari while looking at the door. Beetlejuice's hair turned into a light pink and neon green mess. He raised his shoulders up to his ears, put his hands in his trousers's pockets, put his weight from one leg to the other and smiled widely. Cute little wrinkles and holes appeared on his chubby face as he did so.

- Awwww, thanks, babes!

- No, he's not! - interrupted Sofi. - You guys forget that even though he does nice things like saving us from burglars and letting us rummage through the stuff in the attic before he makes the stuff we don't need disappear, he's still a demon! A FUCKIN DEMON!!! What if one day he gets bored and hurts us?! - the sisters looked at each other with a certain look. Maybe what she said was somewhat true...

Even though Beetlejuice didn't really understand human emotions yet (Rei told him the other day that it was like living with Sheldon Cooper, even though Beetlejuice didn't have the slightest idea of who that was), he did know what that look meant. The girls had second thoughts. He already realized that Sofía was the most serious one of the sisters, and that she could easily plant ideas into their heads. I can't let her fuck me off by the side of my new BFFFF... I should scare her. That will do the trick. He cleared his throat and held the girls' shoulders. He pulled them away from the door and made a little "I'll handle this" gesture with his hands. He quickly reajusted his thoughts and found his ground, so after a quick second he let a devilish, nasty smile find its way to his face. He stepped closer to the door and held both sides of the doorframe.

- Oh honey, if I wanted to hurt anyone here... - he said in a honeyed tone, then put his head through the door. - ...I would have already done so. - the last part sounded like it came from every possible direction, and had a weird smokey effect to it. His voice also dropped a couple octaves. Ari could hear in his voice that Beetlejuice was flashing an evil smile at her sister.

The girls heard Sofía growl and by the huffing, grab something heavy. Beetlejuice all of a sudden pulled his head out of the door just a nanosecond before something crashed against the door. Beej pulled the side of his lips and closed one of his eyes.

- That was an old camera. - Rei took her glasses off and rubbed her temples.

- Dwight you ignorant slut... - BJ threw his head back and growled. Okay time for Plan B. Being nice. Ew.

- Ugh, it's so tragic that someone this sexy as me has to go through this much to have some little privacy! - he growled then sighed and held the doorframe again. He took a deep breath and put his head through the door again.

- Look, Sofía, honey... No STOP, STOP, PUT THE CHAIR DOWN! - the girls heard Beej stop shouting for a second, then breathe out with a little "whew". - Good girl. Okay, see sweetcheeks, the easiest way to get into the attic without a key is to break the door in. - he said in a legitimately sweet tone. He let go of the doorframe and with a little whirl of a hand, a huge axe appeared in his right hand. He put it through the door. - And I'd gladly give this tiny fella to you so you could let some steam outofya.

Beetlejuice stepped back from the door, axe still in his hand. The door creaked and opened up. Sofía was still holding the door handle, a lock of her fluffy hair dangling before her eyes while the rest was pulled together with a tealblue scrunchie. She had comfy kneehigh jeans and a tealblue top with the picture of a maneating siren on. Her nails were mirrorlike and sharp. She huffed the lock out, then stepped closer to the demon and grabbed the axe out of his hand. He answered with a huge shiteating grin. Since Sofía was way taller than Beetlejuice, she easily rose above him and pushed her index finger into his chest. She wrinkled her brows.

- That's a good idea. But I'm still mad at you. - she turned around and pointed at her sisters. - All 3 of you. - Ari rolled her eyes.

- I'll make you the strawberry dress in lavender. - she said. Sofía let her finger down.

- ...kay I'm not that mad anymore. - Rei growled and rolled her eyes with her head thrown back.

- Sof, bloody hell, why are you the way that you are?

The door to the attic was at the end of the hallway, with a couple stairs leading up to it. Beetlejuice floated through the door, saying he's not comfortable next to Sofía while she's holding an axe so he would wait on the other side of the red door. Rei and Ari stopped a few steps behind Sof as well.

Sofía brandished the axe and cut into the door. The wood cracked and a part of the door broke in. The girl swinged the axe again and again, then looked through the hole she created and she shouted:

- HEEERE'S JOHNNY!

The girls woo-hood and smiled at their sister's horror movie reference. Sofía cut into the door a couple times more, creating a hole big enough for them to go through. She put the axe down and stepped into the attic.

The attic was kind of big, but it was full of boxes and random stuff. The 2 windows on the right side of the room were barely visible by the boxes shoved before them. The walls had wooden paneling on them, but that was barely visible because of the shelves as well. The floor had a couple old, hole filled carpets scattered around. And everything was dusty. Not just simply dusty, everything had at least 10 centimeters of dust on it. Mountains of dirt, one might say.

- Wow, it's like nobody came in here since... I dunno, the 90's. - said Rei as she peaked her head through the door. When all 3 of them were in the room, Beetlejuice put his feet down on the ground and unfolded his hands.

- Welcome to my humble hideaway! - he said dramatically, then clapped over his head and the lights turned up. He took a step towards the girls and with that, his shoes got tangled up in a hole in a carpet and he fell back with a loud thud. His fall filled the air with dust particles. The girls all coughed. Sofía looked at Beej and between two coughs, she said:

- I didn't know a bloody demon could be clumsy too.

- The fuck you mean. - answered BJ, still laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling.

- That you fell over.

- I did not! - he said, holding his middle finger up. - I attacked the floor! - Sofía stepped closer with hands folded across her chest and a disbelieving smile.

- ...backwards? - Beetlejuice thought for a minute then a legit lightbulb appeared above his head for a slight second. He pulled a smug grin, fingergunned and winked at the oldest sister.

- I'm skilled.

Sofía rolled her eyes, waved her hand and stepped aside to take a look inside the nearest box. Ari stepped next to Beej and offered him a hand.

- Come now Mister Skilled, you're dirty enough, you don't need to roll around in the dirt as well. - Beetlejuice grabbed her hand and tilted his head sideways. Then flashed an evil, smutty grin. Uh-oh. Ari knew what that smile meant.

Beetlejuice all of a sudden pulled Ari down. As soon as the girl fell on his chest, the demon quickly turned them around so Ari would be on her back and he could be right on top of her. Beetlejuice pinned Ari's hands to the ground above her head with a hand and with the other, he held her chin playfully. His green hair had some magenta streaks in it. Ari's heart was racing. Her demon buddy was basically lying on her, and the coldness radiating from his body made Ari tingle. Shit, I was fantasizing about this scenario... Oh wow that's a big dick even without an erection... NO ARI THAT'S WRONG. STOP IT. You might be horny, you slut, I get it, we didn't have any proper action in a year or so, but he's your best friend... Your pervy, always horny best friend who literally just told you, 5 minutes ago, that he's gonna jerk off while picturing you naked... But he's still your very dead best friend, which you haven't had in a long time. That's a point you should consider too... But that devilish smile... And his weight, pushing my body down...

- What you say we get you dirty as well, doll? - whispered Beetlejuice in a definitely horny tone. Ari tried to say something but no words came out of her mouth. Beetlejuice let out a guttural, small laugh... and was instantly stopped by a book hitting his head.

Rei had a couple books in her hands, and was ready to throw another at the demon. She had determination in her eyes. Beetlejuice let Ari's hands go and sat back on her belly to stick his tongue out at Rei. Ari saw the opportunity and immediately started tickling BJ's sides. He fell over, laughing his ass off, screaming at Ari to stop 'cause he's ticklish. A couple neon green, glowing tears rolled off his cheeks. He tried to push Ari away, who only got more dedicated to tickling her undead bestie to his second death by seeing the tears and hearing his screams. Rei facepalmed and growled.

- GET A ROOM, YA TWO! - she shouted. Beej was finally able to grab Ari's hands and stop her. He flashed a devilish smile as his hair turned neon green completely and he summoned 2 extra limbs to tickle Ari back. But as soon as he reached for the girl's uncovered sides (her croptop left her sides naked), her eyes flinched and she pulled her legs to her chest. Beetlejuice saw the uncomfortability in her eyes instantly. He quickly let go and jumped to his feet. Even though he was a demon, a kind of pain in the ass, he didn't want to scare Ari. Not like this, at least. A good old jumpscare is fine, but scarring your best friend is a douchebag move. He knew, he was still kinda pissed at his last best friend-o for literally scarring him.

Plus, Rei made him promise that he'll be a nice emotional support demon boy.

- Am I overstepping my boundaries? - Ari kinda shook her head but Beej raised an eyebrow at her. To which Ari sighed. She did the "más o menos" handsign. Beej offered her a hand. - Alright, no belly touching thingie then. Imma keep my hands to myself, sugar. - he pulled Ari to her feet, but before letting her hand go, he pulled her closer with a smutty grin. - At least for now. - Ari playfully scruffed BJ's hair with a giggle and pushed him away.

The weird and unusual group quickly got to work. They made some space on the floor and put several boxes down. Of course, Beetlejuice didn't help (lazy bum), he was just floating around and made quirky and pervy comments. And made the girls laugh. God that made him feel all tingly inside. A couple strikes in his hair even turned orange, he was so proud of himself, because, you know, being scared of is one thing but making someone laugh their asses off is even better.

The girls got little pillows to sit on from the living room. On their way back up their pets accompanied them. As soon as Minerva spotted a box, she ran straight past the demon she hated oh so much and jumped into her new favorite resting place on earth. She got comfortable very quickly and fell asleep while purring loudly. Sirius sniffed around the place. The black dog quickly turned brownish grey as he went through the attic. Rei shook her head and established that during the afternoon Sirius will take a bath, doesn't matter if he'd like that or not. Ari snorted when Beetlejuice flinched and made a disgusted face at the idea of a bath.

As soon as the sisters sat down into a cozy little circle on the floor, BJ snapped, disappeared, then a couple seconds later reappeared with a green puff of smoke next to Ari. He was holding a bunch of sweets and snacks, like gummy worms, Sugus, a bag of Boca Bits, Lay's Gourmets and Reese's packs. He sat down sideways next to his friendo with outstretched legs, then layed down and put his head in Ari's lap.

Ari was always a very touchy-feely, passionate, sentimental person. She never thought much of hugs, kisses, sweet embraces or just genuinely touching someone; these actions felt nice and natural for her. She turned out to be like this because of two reasons: one, she grew up in a household where hugs and words of affection were constant. Two, spaniards are naturally passionate and rather handsy. It's basically embedded in their heritage. Although, as one might guess, for a short period of time she was nothing like this. She got uncomfortable when someone wanted to touch her abdomen or sides while hugging, she couldn't let anyone near her in an intimate way and such tings. She hated that period of time in her life, but she considered herself lucky that she had help when she needed it, and slowly but surely she could return to her old self. She still had some issues, but she was working on them.

So knowing how she was, she didn't think much of BJ snuggling up to her; she already got used to how touch-starved her new undead best friend was. She also noticed that he was basically addicted to body heat. Anytime Ari hugged him - which, he honestly still didn't really understand why she did - at first he was startled, he didn't know what to do, he was just standing in one place and didn't move at all, but as soon as the girl tried to let him go he quickly wrapped a couple arms around her and held her close for long long minutes. He really liked that Ari didn't wear any shoes in the house, so he was even taller than her then normally. This way he could rest his chin upon her head... And smell her. I know. Creepy. Ari didn't notice though. What she did notice was his stench and how he almost choked her to death yesterday when he got too wound up in their hug. I'll make him take a bath even if he kills me, she thought.

She was telling herself that she hugged him so many times because she knew (based on the things that BJ told him about his past and mother already, even though it wasn't much) that he needed comfort and hugging did the thing... But to be honest, she hugged him and let him be all touchy-feely with her because it just felt nice. She didn't feel any discomfort when he touched her. It felt like they've known each other for ages. Plus, he was cute and soft as a plushie. And stinky. Very stinky. She pulled her nose into wrinkles.

- Bug, I adore your charm and everything, but honey if you'd be a fairy, you'd be called Stinkerbelle. - Beetlejuice looked up with glowing eyes. Literally.

- Awww thanks babe! - Ari shook her head.

- That... That was NOT a compliment. That was so not a compliment. - BJ crossed his arms before his chest and threw his stripey, forked tongue out at Ari. Ari clicked her tongue. - Come on, you ARE stinky as hell hombre! You wouldn't die by taking... - Beej stopped Ari by showing a handful of gummy worms into her mouth. She rolled her eyes and wrinkled her forehead angrily at the demon. He just smiled and threw his tongue out again.

Ari, just like her sisters, reached for a box and started going through it. They showed everything they found to each other so they could sort every little thing out: there was an empty box for stuff they needed, there was a dump for stuff they wanted to disappear, and there was an empty box for BJ. Ari reached into the box and shook her head.

- There's only a bunch of unfinished projects in here, guys. Let's see. - she lifted some very thick books out. - Books on computers... - she reached into the box again. - A "spin-your-own-yarn" kit? Home-brewed kombucha?

- Ew that most of the times tastes like an armpit. - commented Rei. Ari put everything that she lifted out on the dump and while reaching into the box again, she looked at her undead pal laying in her lap, shoving Boca Bits into his mouth.

- Tell me Beej, who left all this stuff here? I'm pretty sure it wasn't the previous owners cause, hey, they couldn't climb the stairs. - Beetlejuice shrugged.

- Adam and Babs. - he said with a full mouth. - Owners in the late eighties. Middleclass, suburban and white... A boring but very sexy couple. - Sof chuckled. Beej's bright green hair started turning a little purple. The girls already knew that purple meant sadness. He looked down at his stripey jacket and started playing with his buttons. His face turned all foggy. Literally. Ari stroked his forehead.

- What's the matter B? Did I say something wrong? - he shrugged again.

- Nothing, just... - he turned his head and looked at Rei. He started snapping, like he was trying to say something but didn't find the word. - Sugar, what's that feeling you feel when someone leaves you and you still wish for them to come back cause you... You know... What's that word? - Rei raised her eyebrows.

- Miss them? - Beej pointed at her with enthusiastic eyes and snapped again.

- YES! THAT'S THE ONE! - he looked back up at Ari, still being a little purple. - Yeah, I kinda miss them. They were fun folks... - his eyes wandered to the object Ari was holding. He gasped as his hair turned back to green, like his sadness was blown away by that black and white little object. He quickly snapped the thing out of the girl's hands. - AWWW THAT'S MY UKULELE! - he sat up and hugged the instrument. - I've been looking for this for years! - Sof smiled at the demon's genuinely happy reaction. Maybe he's not as bad as I thought...

- I didn’t know you were such a musical guy. - she said. Beej quickly snapped and reappeared before her. He pinched her cheek.

- Sweetcheeks, I'm the ghost with the most, name one thing I'm not.

- Helpful when it comes to moving boxes. - she said without hesitation. BJ rolled his eyes. Sof pushed him away by his head, which caused the demon to fall back on his backside. He threw his hands up in the air, still holding the ukulele.

- Come on, you can't blame a guy for loving to watch those sweet litle rumps of yours swingin' around! - he said, looked up at Ari and winked.

The next second, he was laying in Ari's lap again. He started tuning the ukulele while humming and gently singing.

- 🎶The Barbara you marriiiiied, she is dead and burieeed six feet below-uow-ouw... Ouw-ouw-ouw~~~🎶

- What's this song? - asked Ari as she put a fancylooking porcelain butterfly aside. Beej shrugged. He didn't even look up from the instrument.

- Oh nothing, just a little somethin'-somethin' that I can't get out of my head. - he played a couple notes on the ukulele, then did a proud little fistbump. - Yessss, works like a new one!

The girls got rid of a couple stuff, they emptied like a box when Rei called out to Beej.

- Hey, scruffyhead, could you play something for us? - an enthusiastic, shy light glistened through the demon's eyes. He tried to cover his happiness with a macho shrug.

- Sure, why not. - he sat up from Ari's lap and positioned himself in criss-cross-applesauce while leaning against Ari's shoulder. - Here goes nothin'. - he cleared his throat and started singing while playing his little instrument. - 🎶You're...🎶 - the girls all got wide-eyed at the clear voice that left the demon's lips. It even sounded somewhat humanlike? - 🎶You're gonna be fiiine... On the other siiiide...🎶 DIE! - he shouted suddenly in his normal, gravelly voice. - YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! - he pointed at the girls with the neck of his ukulele. Gosh he seemed crazy. - YOU'RE ALL GONNA DIE! 🎶I'll...🎶 - he changed back to the sing-song voice again, leaving a comedic impression behind, making Ari and Sofía cackle. - 🎶I'll be your guiiiide... To the other siiiiiide...🎶

- AWMYGOSH YOU HAVE A LITTLE BEERGUT! - interrupted Rei. She cupped her face with her hands, awed at her discovery.

- Wah... - said the demon while pulling one side of his upper lip into a grimace. Rei clapped little claps.

- I knew my eyes weren't lying! You have a dadbod! That's so sweet! Your beergut is so cute! - Beetlejuice quickly stood up with arms crossed before his chest, angry red streaks appearing in his greenish-purpleish hair.

- Shut the fuck up, I don't have a beer gut. - he said and held a finger up at Rei. Ari smiled at how sassy he looked. - I have a protective covering for my rock hard abs. - Ari still smiled but something started bugging her. Her friend kind of looked... Wounded? Self-conscious? - Plus, I look pretty fuckin good for a dead bitch, just so you know. - and with that last sentence it was clear for her. Not just the tone, his hair told on him as well. It had an angry red glow to it, but it was mostly purple and blue, just like his stubble. She guessed it might meant that Rei touched a sensitive subject. The girl tugged on the demon's pants, which made him look down. His eyes told Ari she was right. She flashed a humble smile at the demon.

- You really do, Mr. Devilishly Handsome. - and boom, the red glow disappeared. Beetlejuice looked startled. What did she say?!?, thought BJ.

Ari took a quick glance at her sisters. They knew what that look meant. Time to make someone feel good about themselves. That's what their mothers taught them. Rei blinked at the demon with glistening eyes.

- You look very fine! - Wait what the fuck is happening., thought Beetlejuice again. His hair started to change. It got a lot lighter.

- You really do. - said Sofía without even looking up from the box she was going through. WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON SERIOUSLY?!?, thought Beetlejuice, now kinda panicking. A light pink streak appeared in his hair, and his stubble almost entirely turned pink at this point. Ari cleared her throat. Sofía looked up and pointed at the demon with a light sigh. - Look homeboy, I still have second thoughts about you, but it's a fact that you're a fine specimen. And it's coming from a chick who's into girls. - Beetlejuice leaned closer to the oldest sister with a toothy grin. Of course he had to cope with humour.

- Aww so I don't have a chance with ya? - Sofía raised an eyebrow.

- I'll seriously punch you in the face bro. - the demon laughed. Hah, cringey situation avoided.

- Seriously though, we love all body types in this household. - commented Rei. - And yours is very cute and fluffy. - NOPE NOT AVERTED, TIME TO DISAPPEAR, he thought as he started making smoke. - I understand now why Ari hugs you so many times. - that startled him. He looked down on the floor in embarassment, being unable to disappear he was so happy deep down in his little undead heart. He was never genuinely complimented. And these girls made him feel so nice...

- Oh calláte... - said Ari in a tiny voice as she looked down as well. Good thing BJ haven't seen her face was red as a tomato. Rei ponted at BJ with a gasp.

- AWMYGOSH YOUR HAIR! THAT'S SO CUUUUUTE! - Beetlejuice put his hands, all 4 of them on his totally pink hair.

- S...stop... This is so embarrassing! - he cried out. - You make me cringe at this mortal human bullsh... - he couldn't finish the sentence because Ari launched herself at his neck, pulling him down to a tight awkward hug. - Wha... No! - he said in an embarassed tone right after Rei scooted over with a giggle and hugged his knees. - NO STOP! - Sofía scooted over as well and ruffled his hair in a siblinglike way. - STOP! I HATE YOU ALL!!! - he shouted while trying to get away. But there was no escape from the girls' embrace who were all laughing at the suffering, pink demon at this point.

- Shut up, you like it! - said Ari right before she placed a sloppy kiss on the demon's face. He answered only with a shy smile and a certain pink glow to his body hair.

You can't imagine how much I do.