#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"

[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.

[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?"

[assmaster-8000]

people in the official lost in limbo discord have definitely seen me screaming at a brick wall about this, so people of this beautiful free site i present to you;

dom gn!mc x dom cécile

dom4dom freak off.

why exactly would you care for this, you might ask? no particular reason. battling for dominance with a man that practically exudes control and danger because i'll be damned if he doesn't learn what it's like to not have a pretty, pliant lamb for him and instead a partner that will actually match his freak is what honks my horn - therefore it will be your horn to honk now.

nsft below (vague mentions of violence, the sexy blood kind, in bed)

cécile is used to people who cower from him, and he knows it's for good reason. his hands are stained with blood he can never scratch off and it's not like he detests this with all his might, no. he won't pretend at some secret goodness that could be his redemption. he's strong. he's strong and he breaks bones and he snaps necks and somewhere along the line he's stopped feeling sorry for these people and himself. he's a killer and somewhere along the lines, he might even have come to like that.

and cécile is the rather unfortunate combination of possessive and obsessive. he wants all of you, you see. all of you as you are. don't you think he could handle what you are if you, oh lonely interloper, dared to chase the tail of the hound that only knows to snap, never to whine and roll over?

clearly something about you roused this suffocating, unbidden want in his stomach everytime you push past the pikes surrounding his heart that you very well could've ended up skewered on. cécile has made his dislike for you clear from the very start; to romance him is to have him spit in your face and like it. to court cécile the bodyguard is to be willing to spit in his mouth because he does not take kindly to cowards. to fuck this man is to know a monster, loved, still bears all its teeth and sharp claws - no matter how dearly it loves you too.

here's the thing about dominance; people confuse the means for the end goal. dominance is a tool - a method, just as much as submission is.

cécile craves dominance, yes. he also wants to belong. he wants to be yours. your love, your heart, your everything. by god, your determination drives him mad as much as it gets his dick hard. i can't spell it out any clearer; he wants you because you're the only one who received the most of his threats on your life, only to decide, "yea - that's actually really hot and i'm gonna bone this man now," all while showing him you aren't some spineless coward waiting to be skinned alive. at first he had to partially respect your gall, then the attraction hit him over the head with a big rock. hell, even if someone else tried to assume control over him before, he'd have curled his lip in disgust before he bludgeoned them to death. he won't tell you this - that obnoxious confidence of yours turned out to be far more charismatic than it should be. so it reeeally wouldn't be the same if all the tension that set off his urge to bed you in the first place you just suddenly disappeared once your pants came off and he came and all was said and done. yea?

one thing about cécile is that he fears being puppeted the most because he has no say in coming under another's complete oppression.

there is a choice here, begrudging as he may be. it's different. the control you have over him... it's like a hand crushing his throat that he resists, but never wants to let him go. the thrill is in the 'fight' for a complete power that will never come. the excitement pushes him to cum when he's finally met his match. push him down against the mattress so he can fight you off and flip you over; rut into him the way that can only have him gritting his teeth, and he'll try to rip you off by your hair, but the moment you stop, he frowns. the push and pull is the whole point. let him resist, let him show you he's just as dangerous as he says he is. show him you're strong— strong enough to protect him and kill him in the same breath. for once, he doesn't want someone he can only protect. he wants someone that can protect themself from him, and protect him, without making cécile feel like a helpless dame.

it's like leashing two dogs together. even the loudest bark can make up for the weakest bite. you needn't the strength of god to challenge cécile in bed and in romance - use your wit, drive him mad, and watch him choke on his own chain.

let him know he must earn even wanting to cum inside you, and by god he will go the mile. he'll let you know you can never kiss him without his teeth crunching blood from your delicate lip, and he'll make you mistake your own blood for ichor. let him know he too, can have the pleasure of being completely and utterly ravished without being any less dominant.

he'll destroy you into his likeness, so be good to him and destroy him beyond any notion of saving when you have him bouncing in your lap for the first time in his life.

[extra-v1rgin]

For my request, can you write a drabble featuring Reigen Arataka trying on gags please? Like hed practice at home and when he goes out in public.

Cw • Uses of gags obviously, mentions of kidnapping but nothing too serious, nsft content

I think I strayed from the prompt a bit but I tried to keep the main ideas you had in mind!! I couldn’t add much talking because this is so short. Still getting into the flow of shorter drabbles so apologies if the pacing is a bit weird 😅

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Reigen has learned a thing or two about getting kidnapped. After the third time it wasn’t so scary anymore. He first learned to either wait for mob to arrive or keep his mouth flapping until an opportunity to escape arose.

The second thing he learned is that wearing gags got him insanely hard.

Claw hadn’t gagged him either of the times he had come across them. But Reigen racked up a rather large array of enemies who found his previously mentioned mouth flapping rather annoying. They tended to take more precautions when restraining him.

Tape was usually the best in the moment. Sometimes his jaw wasn’t pried open, so spit wouldn’t pool in the back of Reigen’s throat. Usually the attacker used simple duct tape or electrical tape which felt strange and more constricting than the majority of other methods that could be applied to keep him quiet.

The worst part was the aftermath. Once someone came to free Reigen he’d have to slowly pry the tape from his lips. It’d leave the delicate skin stinging, and that said nothing of the hairs that were ripped from the back of his head.

Cloth was preferable for that reason. It was usually a little tighter too, pushing against his throat almost. The feeling was usually pleasant, resulting in Reigen having to curl up around his shame for fear of exposure. Though usually whoever had taken him left the man alone.

Cloth was a little more embarrassing too. Part of that was the allure, but whenever Serizawa or Mob (or god forbid Ritsu) found him Reigen’s chin would be covered in drool. If it had been particularly long it could even creep down to his shirt.

Rope burned, a muzzle didn’t have the same kind of satisfying weight on his tongue. A clammy sweaty hand of a stranger was very much not preferred.

Reigen experimented at home too now that he had awoken this side of him. Most of the escapades happened while drunk. He’d wake up with a throbbing head and his tie curled up in his mouth. The only reason he was doing this sober was because he had almost choked himself several times and was also tired of his jaw bring sore.

Of course the ball gag was ordered online. As soon as it was dropped off he took the box inside to hide it from his neighbors curious eyes.

The leather was firm and kept his lips apart. Weight settled on his tongue as the ball slid into place. The heavier quality was more satisfying than the other methods. With his mouth pried wide open he could barely move his lips. When thinner gags were used he could still manage to annoy his captors, letting out struggled words. Here he couldn’t even make his lips touch.

“Thif ith sho fuu’ing, ngh-“ The strangled phrase cut off as a hand moved down to his pants.

[obsessive-ego]

Love me, love me, say that you love me

Musical beetlejuice x fem reader

Beej hits you with a love potion to get you to confess you love him, it goes wrong

Dubious consent, nsft, nothing serious happens, you know me

"Satisfaction guaranteed..." the ghoul mumble to himself as he read the label of the bottle he was holding.

Beetlejuice, you're undead demonic, freeloader of a roommate, had just come back from a quick trip to the netherworld, and unlike his other trips, it wasnt for business, but pleasure, a quick shopping trip while you were out of the house.

"For the chunk of change you cost, it better" the ghoul smiled, pink streaks creeping into his hair.

In his hands was a pink bottle shaped like a human heart, a perfume type atomizer spray bottle.

Beetlejuice KNEW you liked him, but he also knew you were a coward about it, yes your shyness was cute, and the way you danced around this fact did have its charms, but the time has come for you to spit it out, you had to make the first move, not him.

Yes the demon could charm you, but you wouldnt take him seriously, he knew that, beetlejuice knew his flirting towards you and his advances towards you were seen as a joke, and why wouldnt it, he knew he couldnt be taken seriously, he took every chance he had to make a crude joke, why would anyone take him seriously, so he played it up to get you to smile, or even to get you embarrassed was also nice.

But today was different, today beetlejuice was gonna get you to say "I love you" albeit with force, but that was something he could live/die with.

The ghoul, now buzzing electric pink and green ready's himself at the door, waiting for his sweet breather to come in him trap.

You were on your way back from the post office to pick up a package that you or beej werent home to sign for, it was just some clothes, nothing too exciting, but a nice excuse to get out of the house for a nice walk, as much as you loved spending time with your undead friend, who you may or may not have a crush on, it was nice to have some alone time.

You walk into you apartment complex and slowly make it back to your flat, you fumble with your keys as you unlock the door, the soft jingle and muffled cursing was a great single to beetlejuice that you were home, the ghoul takes a deep breath, not that he needed too, and gets into position, readying the bottle's nozzle to the level of your face.

"I'm home-" was all you got out before receiving a face full of god knows what, you prayed it was water, wiping your face and rubbing your eyes, you didnt need to see who the culprit was for this shitty joke, pulling your hands from your face, you saw the demon standing infront of you, arms stretched out in a pre hug position, eyes closed, lips puckered, slightly leaning towards you.

Your anger quickly faded, but was replaced with confusion, you say nothing but only stare at the ghoul.

Seconds pass, beetlejuice opens on eye to see what the hold up was, was there a delay with the potion? Does it take a minute to kick in? Or was it a peice of junk?

Beetlejuice drops his awkward position, and smooths back his hair, trying to hide to spots the purple trying to emerge.

"So y/n, welcome home" he starts off shaky "you feel okay? Maybe a little warmer? Heart beating a little faster? Maybe even a little eager to jump someone or tell them something deep?" Subtle

"What are you talking about? Beetlejuice what the hell was that about?!" You huff

The ghoul is taken back by your tone, he was expecting you to be more soft, after a spray of that crap, he scowls glancing down to the bottle in his hands, waste of money, unless, he drops his scowl and focuses back to you, a sly smile plastered across his face.

"Just some netherworld perfume, very popular stuff, thought I'd surprise my favorite breather with it"

"Suprise is right" you grumble walking passed him, heading to the living room you place your things on the table, beetlejuice was quick to follow.

"How bout another try babes? I promise I wont get ya in the face, though I prefer to squirt ya in the face~"

"I dont know bee, I'm not that really into perfume" you shurg

Beetlejuice frowns and huffs out his nose, for what he paid for this peice of shit he wasnt gonna give up after one shot.

"Come on babes, do it for your good pal~" he pleads

You frown in response

"Okay sugar, you know regardless of what you say I'm gonna get what I want, so just play ball"

"Fine" you grumble, you can always take a shower later, hell you were going to anyway, your face felt gross after being hit by that stuff earlier.

The demon's face lights up at your answer, you held out your wrist as an indicator that you wanted to be sprayed their and were ready for it, though that wish was completely ignored, as the ghoul quickly leans forward and sprays you in the face again.

The ghoul stares at you praying to whatever and whoever for this to work, you turn away from the demon, curse under your breath and rub at your face.

As you rub your face beetlejuice goes back into position, arms stretched out, lips puckered, ready to receive your love, and hoping you wont banish him if this didnt work.

Moving your hands from your face you let out sigh, you jolt feeling a familiar twinge in your lower reigns, a desperate pulse for attention, you could feel your heart racing, your head was swimming, turning to face the ghoul, the second you laid your eyes on him the pulsing inbetween your legs intensifies, give let out a soft "bee" before leaping into his arms, slamming your lips into his, and wrapping your legs around his waist. The demon's eyes shoot open at this, his hands were quick to grab onto your rear, a mix of holding you up and feeling you up, his hair bloomed from green to pink in a flash, hell he was so excited his stripes went from black to pink.

"Oh Lawrence" you breathed between kisses, beetlejuice only hummed in response, too lost in this bliss to think.

"Couch?" You whine as you wiggle your hips against his semi.

"Holy crap" he groans, this was really happening, he quickly brought you to the couch, flopping down on his back, having you sit pretty on top of him.

You continue to kiss him, shoving your tongue in his mouth, the ghoul loved you taking charge, he dreamed of it often, he didnt put up a fight and gave you the dominance to explore his mouth, pulling away to breath, a nice line of spit connected the two of you. You move your attention on to the demon's neck, peppering it with kisses and giving the occasional nip at his cold flesh.

Beetlejuice was over the moon with this change in demeanor, who knew his y/n would have it in them, the ghoul purs feeling your hands roam his body, his hands plant firmly on your rear, giving it a small pinch every once and again, everytime you would respond with a whine.

He was in heaven, or as close as an undead demon was gonna get.

You give his tie a tug, as if to ask for permission to continue, beetlejuice moans encouraging you to keep going.

You give the demon a quick kiss on the lips, moving to his jawline, to his neck, as you untie his tie, you toss the garment aside as you start to work on his shirt's buttons, kissing every inch of skin that is slowly revealed.

You move down his body, the demons chest and stomach fully exposed, and kissed, beetlejuice was in a complete daze from your love, but quickly snaps out of it when he feels you palm the tent in his pants.

"Whoa babes-"

"Is this for me?~" you coo "it looks so big~" you sigh giving the tent a light squeeze "it's really hard"

Beetlejuice quickly sits up, stifling a moan.

"Babes, y/n, just hold it-"

"Oh, would you rather be on top?" You ask softly crawling towards him "or would you rather I not use my hands? I can give it a kiss if you want" You crawl back into the demon's arms leaning in for another kiss, you stumble forward as beetlejuice quickly vanished, reappearing a few feet away from you, the demon pulling his shirt together, as if trying to hide himself.

"Let's just take a second here, likes put a pin in this, and ah, just relax" god slash satan this wasnt fair, and maybe 100 percent his fault, here you were drugged out of your mind begging him to have sex with you, jesus all he needed from you was a simple "I love you" not this, but he'll sure be thinking about this later.

"Why dont ya cool down babes, and we can talk about this"

"How can I cool down, when I'm so hot for you" you moan as you  unbutton your shirt, fully exposing your lacy black bra, the demon swallows hard, you slowly stand up letting your shirt fall, your hands traveling behind your back as you unhooked your bra, letting it fall to the floor.

"Oh fuck"  beetlejuice whines in a higher pitch,

You slowly make your way over to him, gently grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to your exposed chest "your hands are so nice and cold, maybe you could help me cool down?"

God slash satan did he wanted to give your boob a nice squeeze, but you're not you right now, he pulls his hand away, then places both of his hands on your shoulders, your skin was hot to the touch. Averting your gaze he clears his throat

"Maybe a cold shower would be help ya out"

"Maybe if you join me" you sigh leaning into the demon's chest, your hands resting on his hips.

"Y/n-"

"Are you sure you dont want help with your 'little friend'?"

Any other time he'd be delighted to have you help, but now was not that time.

"Let's just take a second here babes, we'll fool around later okay, I mean do you have condoms? I dont have any on me, we need protection"  beetlejuice knew he couldnt get you sick or pregnant since he was a dead demon, but you didnt know that. "And besides, no means no, you know that y/n" BJ didnt exactly blame you, you werent in your right mind, you were horny as hell thanks to that stupid potion, of course you couldnt think straight.

You pull away from him, mortified at your pushy behavior "I'm sorry" you breath out "I just, I couldn't help myself Lawrence, you're just, I mean, i just love you so much, my body needed you" you began to cry "you're always saying how much you want me, and how you're "ready to go" all the time, I just thought-" you babbled, tears rolling down your cheeks

I love you

Those 3 little words he ached to hear, not how he wanted to hear them, but this whole thing was a mess.

"Babes, it's okay, I was enjoying it, believe me, it's just that I'm not ready to go all the way with you, let's just give it some time" which wasnt true, if you were willing so was he, willing as in not drugged. "And yeah, I talk a big game, but believe me doll, i want our first time to be special, so Hows bought you go put a top on, and we can put this little mess behind us?" It was an odd day when this harbinger of chaos had to be a voice of reason.

You nodded as you slip away to collect your bra and shirt that were tossed aside, beetlejuice frowns at this situation and wanders off to the item that started it, retrieving the bottle he squints at the label to read the rest of the instructions he didnt bother reading, and their it was, in the fine print 'warning, do not use on the living, results may vary and are not limited to  nausea, drowsiness, intense sexual desires-' he groans then curses.

"Beetlejuice?"

The ghoul turns his attention to you, fully dressed.

"No hard feelings, aside from your, you know"

The demon gives you a soft laugh "no hard feelings babes"

"Could I have a hug? I promise to behave" it's not that the pulsing in your loins stopped, in fact the intensity was stronger now, you just wanted to be close the ghoul before dealing with these feelings alone, there was no harm in that

Beetlejuice pauses for a second, before smiling "alright sugar, bring it in" there was no harm in a hug, sure his dick was still kinda hard, but that's fine.

You walk into the ghoul's arms, slowly circling your own around him, beetlejuice gently pats your back. You nuzzle into his neck, and whisper "I love you Lawrence" before planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

Pulling away from the ghoul, his scent, and touch fresh in your mind you make your way to the bathroom to shower, amongst other things.

If you were to turn back you would have seen a glowing pink Beej who's legs are about to give out

"ARRGHHH! That's worse... They're killing me again!" 

The should of the shower rings through the ghoul's ears, he grumbles as he puts his suit back together, grabbing the bottle that started it all he snaps his fingers and vanishes, off to give the schmuck who sold this to him a peice if his mind.

...

A few hours later beetlejuice reappears into your living room, grumbling to himself as he tucks the bottle into his jacket, no sense tossing it, maybe when the two of you are knocking boots, he could use it as an aphrodisiac, with your consent of course.

"Bee? Is that you?" Your voice rings through your flat, it was late, beetlejuice was hoping youd be asleep when he came back.

The ghoul makes his way to your room.

"Yeah, I had to take care of something"

"I was just about to go to bed" you were sitting on your bed wearing an over sized shirt that just covered your bum, the ghoul's eyes glance about, stopping at your vibrator that was now laying on the floor, he could smell the sex in the air, another time this would have been delightful.

"Do you want to join me? Sleeping? Like you normally do?" You sounded a tad too eager "I mean if you feel comfortable"

Beetlejuice gives you smile "sure" he snaps away his suit, leaving a pair of boxers, seeing your eyes light up was something he had to burn in his brain forever.

You scramble under the covers waiting for the demon to join you, which he promptly did.

"Is it okay if I snuggle with you?" You ask softly

"Anything you want babes" he purred, you quickly snuggle up to him, using his soft chest as a pillow, your hand petting the hair on his stomach.

"If you change your mind, I'm not wearing any panties" you whisper in the demons ear.

This was gonna be a long night

...

Bonus

The next morning beetlejuice woke up to an empty bed, confused he made his way to the living room, and there you were, sitting on the couch with your face in your hands.

"Morning?" He greets you

No response

"Babes?"

Nothing, beetlejuice makes his way to you, sitting down next to you, he places a hand on your shoulder, you flinch.

"Wake up and smell the coffee babycakes-"

"I am so sorry for yesterday, I- i don't know what came over me, i- beetlejuice, I so sorry for putting you into that type of situation, I-" you sobbed

The ghoul's hair quickly bloomed purple, you're blaming yourself for what he did to you "dont worry your pretty little head sweetheart, it was that perfume, how was I supposed to know it messed with breathers, believe me I gave that guy who sold it to me a peice of my mind, my poor little y/n warped and twisted into someone hornier then me" it wasnt all true, but beetlejuice couldnt have you beating yourself up over this, nor did he want to tell you the full truth.

"Really?" You sniffle

"Really"

You lean into the demon and he pulls you into a soft embrace, patting your back.

"How's bout we order some take out and I put a smile on that sweet face of yours?"

You pull away from beetlejuice and rub away your tears "I'd like that"

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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.

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[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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

[the-darklings]

⤷ nsft alphabet | ❝john wick❞

Hi! Surprise. So with my burnout and general block with writing eating at me, I decided to flip the script and do something vastly different and completely out of my comfort zone. So here we are with a nsft alphabet. I will be doing one for Santino too (and possibly Hector + the Elder). So enjoy if this is your type of thing. If not, look forward to fluff alphabets in some not so distant future. Most questions are also broken down into two: reader and coa’s v (because the dynamic changes vastly here). Enjoy!

wc: 3.5k+ (I had things to say clearly lol) 

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

Straight up: aftercare KING. John is definitely the type to look after you. Everything from helping you clean up to bringing you some water/snacks even. Very gentle after even if quiet, but there is a softness to his face whenever he looks at you. Those moments after are his favourite because they’re all about closeness and the afterglow. He’s also the type to tell you how beautiful you look and that he loves you. While he’s not much of a cuddler, he will certainly allow you to nest yourself inside his arms after sex. He enjoys falling asleep with your warmth pressed into him and his nose buried in your hair. 

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

He has strong hands and he knows how to use them. He knows they’re capable of terrible things but with you they’re used for nothing but pleasure (usually in the form of his fingers inside you while he keeps you still). When it comes to his partners, he’s definitely an ass man. He likes coming behind you and grabbing you by the hips, pulling you to him or holding onto you. When he’s fucking you, he tends to grab your hips/ass to drive himself deeper and make sure he’s hitting the exact right angle he wants. 

& V: Her hands. He loves watching them work on poison, loves seeing those deadly digits play with blades, too. He knows very well that her hands are no less dangerous than his own and she proves it often. His favourite thing, however, is watching those hands wrapped around his length, working on him mercilessly as she presses loving, hard kisses against his collarbone. Often her hands are all he needs. Especially when she makes a point of licking her palm or spitting on it before with a knowing curl of her lips. 

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

Expect him to come inside you. There is a whole other level of intimacy attached to sex itself if he gets to come inside you. If it’s a case of more-than-one oragasm, then even better. When he pulls out, one of his favourite things to do is watch it as it drips out of you. Sometimes, on a rare occasion, he might even put his fingers back inside to make sure nothing escapes, all while pressing delicate kisses against your stomach.  

& V: Much like above, he adores coming inside her—it’s a whole other high having her so close to him. She often craves a second round right away and tries to get him hard again so he often fucks her while still feeling his cum from the first round inside her. It only turns him on more. 

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

Won’t try it unless you suggested it first, but he likes using his belt to tie either your hands or tie you to the bed. He also likes it when the Baba Yaga angle comes into play though he won’t admit it. Mostly because with others it’s a matter of fear, but with you it’s more admiration because you know he would never willingly hurt you. If you tease him with his title, it’s only a matter of time before his self-restraint frays. 

& V: Another case of “never would say it out loud” but gets very turned on by seeing her in battle. Sex after battle tends to be more desperate and sloppy but something about that display of power gets to him like very few things do. Another big one is her driving his car. The harder she works that gear stick, the more he can’t wait for them to pull over and/or get to their destination so he can feel those hands on him again. 

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

John is experienced. He knows what he’s doing in almost every instance. He doesn’t boast of his experience, either, and it’s less to do with him having strings of lovers and more so general life experience. John is also very intuitive and has had a wide range of lovers in the past, hence the said experience. He knows how to take care of his partners and their needs incredibly well and can pick up quite easily on what they like in bed as well as the depth of their limits. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying, will include visuals)

THIS

& V: 

THIS

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

John is serious in general. Sometimes in bed it can come off as a bit too serious because he tends to be so focused on the actual act to go cracking jokes. Any jokes with him would likely come either before or after sex. 

& V: She is the one to do the joking most of the time but she also has a way of pulling a joking side out of him, too. More so than anyone else. That being said, if she’s teasing him then that means he’s not doing a good enough job if she’s still coherent. Which only drives him to fuck her harder and deeper. She’s perfectly aware of this and tends to do it on purpose. She likes the look in his eyes when he jerks her closer with a furrow of his brows, fingers sinking into her skin as he bottoms out. She can almost see the mental switch in gears. 

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

John is groomed. He takes care of his appearance, and the only times he might let it slip is if he’s stuck on a job for a long time or too busy fighting for his life. Other than that, he keeps it tidy. 

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

For John, sex with you is the ultimate show of trust and affection. Foreplay in itself (when there is time) is a show of his love for you so expect him to take his time preparing you. He will always try to get you to orgasm first and while he is not too verbal in general, he will be sure to show you how good you feel, taste, sound. Often watches your expressions, savouring every twitch of pleasure in his exploration to see what makes you feel the best and drives you to your peak first. If you try to turn away or hide your expression, he’ll grasp your face gently and turn your face back towards him as a way to remind you that you don’t have to hide from him.  

& V: He adores her. Simple as that. While all of the above still applies, he would also definitely want to be as physically close to her as possible. He wraps her up in his embrace, holding her close till their foreheads are practically touching. Sometimes holds her by the back of her neck but delicately and more so as a support for her when he increases the pace. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t do it that often because he has a pretty good lid on his emotions and urges. When it does happen, it’s if he’s been away from you for a while and/or is frustrated by the current job. When he does do it, he likes doing it in the shower. Quick and efficient, it’s also much easier to relax with a hot stream of water washing over him. It also helps to focus so he can pretend it’s your hands or mouth instead. 

& V: They can be apart for long periods of time for many reasons. Though John always tries to hold out for the real thing, sometimes his mind does...slip. She is so vivid in his mind that he can’t help it and sometimes imagines she’s right there with him. Her soft voice in his ear, hot and sinful, her deftly fingers trailing down his body, followed swiftly by her mouth. With an image like that burning behind his eyelids, it doesn’t take him long to come in his hand.  

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

John is not particularly kinky. For him passionate sex tops the list as his favourite. That being said, he does enjoy light bondage. Nothing that would ever frighten or hurt you but enough to send that thrill down both your spine. Another one, further down the line in the relationship would be submission. John is feared by all and hated by many. His strength is near uncrackable. But with you all those things fade away and he can allow himself to be something else, something more human and approachable. He becomes just John and the idea of letting/trusting someone enough to allow someone such an advantage over him is possibly the biggest sign of trust from a man who has lived his life trusting very few.     

& V: Lowkey hunter/prey except they’re both hunters trying to challenge the other to who has the upper hand. The thrill of having someone he can trust but someone he sees as his equal, always thrills something inside him. If the challenge is set, it’s always her that sets it (finding her, even time limits on how long he has) and she is not beneath leaving him high and dry should he act too slow. Like mentioned above, he enjoys submitting to her because he trusts her more than anyone. Also the sight of her riding him is something else entirely.   

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Your shared bed at home where he can be sure you’re comfortable and safe and you can be as loud as you want. He always makes it a challenge to make you moan as loudly as possible and won’t be satisfied till you do. There have been a few cases of you visiting other places/cities and him taking you there too - sometimes more than once - but his favourite still remains your bed. 

& V: While not the most comfortable place in the world, certainly his car. He has a special preference for taking her on the hood of his car. The sight of her splayed across the gleaming surface, her body elevated where he can see every curve of her body perfectly, and watch himself slipping in and out of her so easily, coils every muscle inside his body. He keeps his hand pressed against her lower back in order to raise her hips at just the perfect angle, too. 

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

With John it’s the little things. Sometimes as simple as seeing you making yourself food. Other times it’s waking up to you wrapped around him. He especially loves it when you wear his clothes. He also really enjoys it when you reach out to kiss him first, and likes it when the said kiss gets heated wile you press into him so he can feel the dig of your hips and the curve of your breasts pressing into his chest. That whisper of promise that is your body is usually more than enough for him. Time and distance is another big one. If you have been away from each other for any significant period of time, then expect him to be more eager than usual to make up for the lost time. 

& V: her handling any type of weaponry but especially guns. Them working together as well.

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

No pain or humiliation of the partner or the other way around. 

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

John is more into giving than receiving and he has had plenty of experience with both. In general, he enjoys being the reason for someone’s pleasure and will make sure the build up is just as good as the act itself. He’s the type to kiss your inner thighs, letting the scruff on his face scratch against the sensitive skin as he watches your anticipation build. Usually works you with his fingers first before diving in. Speed varies but he’s not shy about it and will hold down your hips if you’re squirming too much. If you tug on his hair, it just spurs him on more. Don’t be surprised if you have beard burns against your inner thighs the next morning because he can be merciless. 

& V: She knows how to get him to let his guard down. He is a lot more open to receiving pleasure from her than he would be with most. That’s mostly because she simply knows with one look when he might need it. Many times she has simply given him a blowjob while they’re waiting for their target to appear inside his car. she can sense when he needs to blow some steam off or a distraction. In return, he takes his time with her. She doesn’t give in easily. She grumbles and snarls more so than moans and whimpers, and it only makes him more determined to draw those sounds of pleasure out of her. 

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

Depends on his mood but he certainly likes to take his time instead of rushing. John is more into deep, long strokes that enhance the sensual side of sex. Building excitement and pleasure are far more important to him. Sometimes his frustration can and will get the better of him. At which point he will very likely slam you against the nearest surface, lift you up in his arms with your legs wrapped around his waist, and pound into you with intensity that will leave you barely holding on and shuddering after he’s finished.  

& V: Same as the above applies but they tend to both be a lot more passionate as she often urges him on or yanks on his nerves more. This is mostly because she wants him to be rougher and he tends to indulge her. With her, he’s also more likely to be rougher because he knows she can handle it so he doesn’t have to worry about accidentally going too far. 

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

Depends on his mood and time available. Usually not super into them because he prefers to go the whole nine yards so to speak, but depending on circumstances will engage in them occasionally. Mostly if he’s frustrated with you or some outside situation. There might also be a degree of desperation, if, for example, he believes he might never see you again but wants to steal one last moment together.  

& V: With their messy/busy schedules, they’re more likely than usual. They don’t happen that often but sometimes with the rush of everything going on they need the relief of each other’s body. She’s more likely to engage in it but he never refuses her. 

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

Considering how much a risk his entire life is, he enjoys the security of knowing you are somewhere private. He also cares a lot about you being comfortable and safe. Location wise he might get a bit more adventurous but even then he would much prefer having you home and all to himself. Sometimes if you’re out and mingling with other people, you can tell his mind is starting to shift by the occasional look he gives you. Those usually mean it’s time to go home. In terms of trying new things in bed, it depends vastly on what it is. For John, like mentioned previously, it’s a lot more about intimacy so while he would be down to try anything you want, his actual enjoyment of it would depend. 

& V: Danger and risk are their bread and butter. She likes to challenge him with things he likely won’t try with others. If she challenged him to make her orgasm ten minutes before Winston walks through the door for a meeting, then she is the only one he would break his rules for and follow through. 

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

He’s usually pretty good at drawing it out since he enjoys savouring the act itself. He wants both his pleasure and yours to last as long as possible. In terms of rounds sometime once is enough, but usually it’s more. John certainly has stamina to go for a long time so even if it’s once, he makes that once count. But it also depends on circumstances and his overall health. After a tiring job, his stamina levels may be down. Those are usually the times he prefers if you ride him.  

& V: She is usually eager for more than once. He is happy to oblige. If his health is poorer, she is fine with taking charge and simply letting him lay back and soak in the sight of her working herself furiously on his dick. She tends to work him to the bone, too, but he rarely gives in that easily. 

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

Doesn’t really own any until you likely come into his life, though he knows plenty about them. If you bring some along with you, he won’t mind trying them on you. If he finds you with a vibrator then he will help you but won’t let you finish till he gets his hands on you. Would be into handcuffs as well. Because he can get out of them easily but he finds it amusing to see how seriously you are taking this. 

& V: Depends vastly. V’s trauma and fear of being tied down/kept captive would take a long time to get over. She is certainly the type that, if, they are apart for whatever reason, she buys a vibrator and fucks herself while she lets him listen over the phone, and only laughs at his near silent frustration because he can’t touch her. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

John is not a very verbal man in general. Teasing from him is more likely to come after sex and it’s more loving than designed to heat your blood. He’s too busy touching you/making you one with the mattress to have time for anything else. 

& V: She’s the one to tease the hell out of him - simple as. Best part is that unlike with others, she actually manages to get under his skin. If he teases her, it’s after, and she’s dozing in his arms when he points out how she was louder this time than usual which usually earns him a half-hearted slap on the chest. 

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

John is on the quieter side. You can expect low, deep grunts and exhales of breath against your skin/neck, the loudest of which will certainly be as he comes. His noises are more about how he feels in that moment and for you. If he speaks, it’s usually raspy mutters of how beautiful you are or/and how good you feel/take him. He might be slightly louder if you’re giving him a blowjob and do a good job of getting him worked up. 

& V: Feeding off from the above but he’s always the loudest when she’s giving him a blowjob. Something about the sight of her before him and the way she looks at him the entire time, eyes steady and sharp, as her pretty mouth wraps around him that undoes something inside him with startling ease. His shallow gasps for breath and the eventual grunt of pleasure is the most power he has ever given anyone over him. 

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

Loves, adores, savours morning sex. It’s both the softest and best way to start the day. Often he already wakes up semi-hard just from having you close/wrapped around him and what follows is just easiest expression of love for him. 

& V: Prefers it when she calls out “Jardani” oppose to “John” during the high of sex. Just something about her knowing such a private part of him feels like she’s reaching out and connecting with him on an entirely different level. 

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

John is long, thicker than average, but not terribly so. When fully erect it tends to curve against his stomach while the tip turns a rosy shade of pink when ready to cum.

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

Again, depends. Mainly on his physical condition at the time since he wants to make sure that you get a pleasurable experience every time. In general though, he loves you so much that he wants you quite often. Usually, at least on a semi-daily basis.  

& V: They’re both pretty decent at holding out for each other, though she pushes more often. Sometimes he thinks he can last and then he sees her after a fight - bruised, torn around the edges, but victorious - and knows he needs her right then and there. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He likes to doze off with you, mumbling something in reply to you as you both fall asleep at the same time. It’s rare that he falls asleep first because he likes to make sure you’re secure first. 

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an: not sure if “enjoyed” is the right turn of phrase to use here, so simply thank you for reading and any feedback/criticism (i’m working on getting better with nsft content) is much appreciated. sorry I haven’t posted any new writing in so long, really trying to get back into it. current coa ch is sitting at 9.3k+  

[unholyplumpprincess]

Of Flowers and Lust

Here is a kofi commission for @uhohko who I had the absolute pleasure of working with because they really said ‘hey Peach here’s all your kinks in one’ and so I kind of went absolutely bonkers with this. The idea? Sex pollen, Elliott getting a full whiff of it, Bloodhound getting WRECKED LIKE THEY DESERVE.

Summary: Bloodhound loves to collects herbs and natural flora for at home remedies and cooking. This can involve some things such as mushrooms that can calm down anxieties, to natural foliage that can help you sleep, or even to the pretty yellow flowers they bring home that are to increase sex drive and fertility. Elliott is always effected much harder, more intensely by these things for some reason. Yet, he never takes the time to consider that Bloodhound says 'don't touch this' was a demand, rather than the 'suggestion' he takes it as. Or. In which Elliott inhales sex pollen and wants to breed Bloodhound until the morning is night.

Reblogs > Likes. Age in your bio (18+ only) or be blocked.

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Mirage/Bloodhound

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Bloodhound has a vulva and hella body mods (you can find my hc of them listed in my masterlist), Sex pollen BUT CONSENSUAL, copious amounts of cum, loud loud breeding kink, The term ‘mama’ is used for Bloodhound which is bc nb folk Can use gendered terms u know and I’m only putting this here bC SOMEONE IS GONNA CLOWN, Lots of dirty talk like filthy filthy talk, cum swallowing.

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It should be best stated now that: Elliott did not take to listening very well.  

No, no, not emotionally. No, Elliott was a fantastic partner. He was kind and sweet, even going so far as to try with all his might to help with Bloodhound’s insomnia. Gods bless him, trying to stay awake with them through the nights, eyes fighting to stay open whilst Bloodhound cozily read up next to him. It wasn’t that he didn’t take to listening well in their relationship, no, Elliott was just as attentive as Bloodhound was to their beloved in turn.  

No. It is simply the fact of the matter that Elliott did not take to listening to things like ‘Don’t put that in your mouth’ as a warning, but more as a suggestion.   

For most things Bloodhound foraged, it wasn’t an issue. It would have minor side effects or Elliott would simply not enjoy the taste or smell of it. They did a lot of cooking now that they could cook for two- when they weren’t cooking with  Makoa  for the whole compound that is- and Bloodhound enjoyed finding fresh ingredients. Whether that was from the various plants they grew in their room, or what they could find on planet. Including meats that they’d hunt themself and Elliott would be ‘wowed’ by all the dishes they could create.  

They took pride in being able to cook for him, and in turn they watched Elliott light up when it was his turn to make something. Their two styles of cooking varied vastly, with Elliott leaning more comforting, filling foods. Whilst Bloodhound leaned more for spices and what would be earthier and slow cooked.  

With this, also came Bloodhound foraging for ‘alien plants’ as Elliott called them.

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Nearing the arena was natural foliage and thick woods that weren’t recommended to go in, woods in which Bloodhound often found a creature to get meat from and organic vegetation. This could also lead to them going out merely to collect flora that they would crush and turn into salves, teas, medicines, various things that they must have learned from their uncle. Who Elliott only knew from Bloodhound gently opening up one night, but not a lot about him.  

Bloodhound was more reserved, and Elliott made sure they knew how proud he was of them anytime they opened up with one more little thing.  

It was the little things.  

Recently, Elliott had been staying in their room for longer periods of time. Going from hours to days to staying an entire week. Bloodhound didn’t mind, not in the slightest. Elliott had stated it was to help their insomnia at first, only to shyly rub the back of his neck with a soft laugh and say, “And, uh, I...I like your company at night- w-well, all the time, I mean, like, of course I love your company! All the time, I just meant like, when we’re sleeping together and- and-and--”   

And they’d let him talk it out of his system, hands moving only to slow down when he peeked over to see their patient gaze. He’d taken a slow breath, his cheeks flushed and a soft laugh bubbling from him when Bloodhound had smiled kindly and stated, “I understand, beloved. You need not to worry. I enjoy your company as well. At all hours.”   

Just the tiniest joke to ease his nerves and make that blindingly beautiful, dimpled smile split across his face.  

But, now that he was here more often, it meant he was curious in the flora Bloodhound always brought back. They had a thin cord run across their window to sun dry any flora. Always tied up and strung upside down to be dried and later crushed into powders or turned into various other things. Mushrooms were dried the same way and anything else they might try- however, Elliott was a curious creature.  

Bloodhound tries to teach him, explaining the properties and uses of certain things and why they collect them. The strange vibrant, violet mushrooms were to ease anxiety if used in a small dosage. Normally used in teas or to hold under the tongue until mush to spit out.  

They had started to explain that eating one, or not dissolving into tea, could cause a feeling as if being high. But when they turn around, they’d found Elliott already chomping down on one with a face of ‘uh-oh’ when they’d turned to look at him.  

It was amusing to watch him laze about and whine that he couldn’t move. It wouldn’t harm him bodily or mentally, no, but Bloodhound did mildly delight in watching Elliott roll around on their bed and chirp about how ‘soooft and waaaarm and great smelling’ their bed was. Although, even more delight arose when they realized he was practically humping their bed.  

Yes, it appeared Elliott’s body reacted more...acutely to certain things.  

Side effects that could be rarer, such as arousal from that particular mushroom. Though even more peculiar is when he’d cum in their mouth, only to sigh and thank them in a lazy tone and say, “Yeah, you’re WAY better than a pumpkin.”  

A response that had them quirking a brow, but never receiving an answer when they’d heard him snoring. Able to see him spread out like a starfish with a half hard dick flopped on his hip.  

Attractive.  

For most things, Bloodhound has learned that in the case of them bringing home foreign flora or vegetation, that by default Elliott will not listen. Thankfully they’ve never brought anything dangerous home, besides some poisonous bark that they kept AWAY from Elliott in another area in which he would not curiously bring it to his nose.  

Today, however, they’ve brought home beautiful yellow flowers. They’re small, almost budding open like a tube with its petals with cobalt pollen stems inside. They bloom in a group, almost looking like lavender on their trimmed stems to be able to fit into a tightly sealed bag.  

Bloodhound enters their room in full gear, shutting and locking the door behind them and finding their home cleaned up. With only just a jacket over the pile of cushions and furs that acted almost as a couch in the center of the main room.  

Different bones rest along the walls of their home, either from their own hunts or Artur or Munnin bringing them in. Picture frames that Elliott had brought them with pictures of them in more intimate scenarios like their first date, or a picture that just consisted of Elliott taking a selfie that he had given as a joke gift for their birthday that they wound up cherishing. To different potted plants that lined the open wall towards their small kitchen area.  

Elliott comes around the corner looking freshly showered. He’s got on a black t-shirt that’s a little tight on him and showing his midriff, most certainly belonging to Bloodhound, and some gray sweatpants. It’s casual wear, showing he’s already made up his mind on staying for a few days.  

A decision that Bloodhound gladly accepts.  

His curls are still a bit damp, it looks like, and as they start to remove their gear, starting with their respirator, they inhale and can smell the products he uses in his hair and the soaps he must have borrowed. Their full lips quirk up briefly, the idea that he smelled like them always irking a flicker of possessiveness in their stomach.  

Theirs.  

“Ah, hey, Houndie! Was wondering when you’d be back!” Elliott greets, coming closer as they start to remove their helmet, shaking their frizzy red curls free and pulling their goggles up and onto the top of their head.  

They greet him properly once he reaches them, gently cupping his cheeks and pulling him close to rest their foreheads together.   

It’s quiet and intimate, letting their breath mingle and noses gently nuzzling. Elliott would have never guessed for them to be so affection and intimate, not back before they were dating- or even friends for that matter! It had taken all of Bloodhound’s courage to even hook their pinkies their first date.  

Even now he smiles through it, keeping his eyes closed for the twenty seconds Bloodhound holds him before gently letting him go. “I apologize. It took longer to find than I thought it would.” Speaking as they move to remove their upper armor. Too heavy and hot to be worn indoors. They’re left in their long sleeved, tight black shirt, gloves, combat boots, and tactical pants.   

A look in which they know Elliott is graciously looking at their ass once they turn their back to him.  

Bloodhound moves around him towards their counter area they’d built. Set up with cutting boards to the side, herb separators, and various knives to help them with the set up. They set the clear bag full of flowers atop, feeling as Elliott curiously stalks behind them.  

With their hands still gloved, they pull out the flowers and set them on top of the smooth counter. Peeking around for their ribbon to tie them up and huffing when they find it not in sight. They can already feel Elliott hovering behind them, making that curious little noise he does in a quiet question of what they had.  

“They are called The Child Bestowers,” Bloodhound begins, watching from the corner of their good eye as Elliott shuffles to their side to peek around them. “They are for aiding in arousal, for those who need help, as well as providing a pleasant sensation if turned into lubrication. They are also said to help with fertility, if you are to drink them in teas or bathe with them. Or to increase sperm count, if the person having them has external genitalia.” They explain, gently aligning them into a bouquet to rest on top of each other.  

“Soooo...it’s a sex plant?” Elliott frankly says. A statement to which Bloodhound lets out a rushed breath of amusement from their nose.  

“I suppose, if you wish to be blunt, yes. Wait here, and do not touch them. Elliott, am I understood?”  

“Aw, c’mon, babe! What’s the harm? I just get horny? Don’t need plants to do that.” Elliott coos at them, making an obvious look back at their ass. But when they shoot him a look, he sighs, holding a hand over his heart and a hand flat palmed towards them with his eyes closed. “I, Elliott ‘Mirage’ Witt, will not touch the horny flowers. Scout’s honor.”  

There’s a strain to that word.  

Elliott was always good with his words; Silver tongued and quick witted, a trickster truly walking among the mortal plane. It is what attracted Bloodhound to him in the first place, besides his kindness. They narrow their eyes at his face, watching him peek open one eye and giving his very best puppy dog eyes when they look at him until it’s Bloodhound’s turn to relent with a sigh.  

He’s going to do something. They know he will. Always so curious about the effects. There should be nothing odd if he were to touch them, just that the pollen was potent as is and Elliott always had...new reactions to things. As if his immune system were built differently. He would most certainly become aroused, but they worried about what the full effect would be...  

They leave the room to find ribbon so they may string up the bouquets to dry. Finding the ribbon resting in the window sill where they must have left it absentmindedly. And in just maybe the minute they are gone, they return to Elliott who is standing perfectly innocent with his hands folded behind his back.  

Suspicious at his innocent looking face, his doe-like eyes fluttering at them, they narrow their own. Carefully coming around the counter and setting the ribbon next to the flowers. It’s with great attention to detail do they see the speck of yellow on his nose, “Elliott did you tou--”  

“I did not TOUCH the flowers, swear!”  

“Did you smell them?”  

That’s when Elliott’s lips purse, eyes flickering to the side away from their face as if a child who had been caught. He eventually gives in, sighing, “Yeah, but they smelled really good? And I don’t think anything is  gonna  happen! Look, no boner!” As if to make a point, he leans back and away from the counter, gesturing blatantly to his crotch. Their eyes briefly flicker down, quirking a brow to see the tent resting there and their own cheeks warming.  

“Elliott...”  

“What?” He blinks, looking down and then his own face flushes. It’s as if Bloodhound and himself had never had intercourse because both his hands fly to hide said tent, his face burning red. “Shit! I-I-I didn’t even feel it??? It just- it just feels warm? Like usual? Aw shit maybe it did do something? I’m not  gonna  die, right? Death by horny doesn’t really sound like an extrav - an extgan-  ext — a cool way to go .��  

Bloodhound sighs with an amused tone at his franticness, amused at how his hands had gone from hiding to instead gesturing like he normally does. Yes, it was supposed to aid in arousal, but it wasn’t supposed to have such a quick effect. Then again, Elliott’s body always seemed to experience the more intense side of things when it came to new flora and foliage.  

“No, there is nothing deadly within their pollens. However, you may be more difficult to satis--” They cut themself off then when Elliott lets out this pained whine, seeming to scoot closer to them until they’re backed up against the counter throughout their singular sentence.  

Their breath hitches, hands coming to rest on his waist in almost a comforting manner when he ducks his head down. At first, they think he’s going for a kiss, until he’s nosing at their neck, nudging their head to the side and pressing open mouthed, hot kisses up to their pierced ear.  

Bloodhound’s breath catches, squeezing his waist gently and running their hands up along his body until they can get to his curls. “Y-you may be more difficult to satisfy, when you are- ah- affected by the- the pollen-” They manage to breathe out, twisting their fingers at the root to hold him, a soft gasp leaving them when his teeth nip at their jawline.  

But, even through the haze Elliott must be feeling, he still manages to huff out in a strained tone, ”Do...Do you want to...? I can go to the shower and deal- ah- deal with this?”  

“I wish to aid in however you need.” Bloodhound responds honestly, pulling his hair gently when his teeth sink into their neck and they feel him sucking. Sensitive there, they let out a soft growl that only makes Elliott groan. His hands going from gripping the counter to hoisting them up by their thighs onto it, pushing the flowers to the side to get them out of the way.  

They know a hickey will rest over their flesh over the splash of lighter skin tone they had resting on their neck- one of Elliott’s favorite places to bruise them. Bloodhound’s breath hitches when his hands slide over their pants-clad thighs, up to their waist as he starts to leave another bruise just under their ear.  

Bloodhound snarls softly, running their nails over his scalp and one hand dragging down Elliott’s nape like he likes. He lets out the prettiest sound against their neck, his hips absentmindedly humping against them without thinking. They abuse this by dragging their nails down his back, grabbing his muscular ass and pressing him forward with each thrust so he’d properly dry hump them.  

It sparks the reaction they crave, where Elliott lets out this beautiful, shaky, sharp whimper. His mouth trails back up, pressing kisses up their jawline until he can press their foreheads together.  

Bloodhound takes the time to let their eyes remain half lidded to watch him. Elliott looked gorgeous, his hair a mess, brows furrowed and his eyes shut in concentration. His full lips are parted, letting their breath mingle in small pants puffing from his mouth. Something they can’t help but lean forward to kiss him to take his breaths.  

Elliott moans into their mouth upon contact, one of his hands pressing to the counter, the other holding onto their waist to drag them closer to the edge. His hips are frantic, pounding against them as if he could fuck them through both their layers of clothing. It feels like he’s trying to, really. Bloodhound can feel every grind up against them, making their own breath strain as wetness builds up between their own legs from the consistent pressure on their clit.  

Not to mention how much they adored to see him so desperate.  

Their hands drag back up to his hair, pulling on his curls to break the kiss and watching as he follows the motion beautifully. “Fuck, Hound, baby- God, fuck- it's really- ah- it's so hot, it feels so hot, he-heavy-” He’s sobbing out so sweetly, his hips stuttering when they go for his exposed throat, dragging their double canines over the side of his neck and lightly biting down on him to leave a bruise.  

Elliott sobs out, his hips slamming up against them and his hands falling to their ass. He practically yanks them to him, near making them get knocked off the counter. But they quickly figure out why when they’re halfway through sucking a dark bruise into his neck when they feel the wetness starting to seep into the front of their own pants-  

Wait why can they feel it through their own pants?  

Elliott’s still clinging to them, his body shaking and moans leaving his throat. His hips are still gently humping against them, his arms still locked, when normally by now he’d ease up and maybe be embarrassed.  

“Elliott-” Bloodhound breathes out in his ear, causing him to turn his face into their neck. He’s whimpering something, his lips moving against their skin, but they can’t hear him quite well.  

 Not until he’s repeating the same phrase, so shaky and high pitched of; “Still  cumming , oh-oh God, baby, fuck, s-still cumming, cumming, cumming, cumming-” In this string of desperation that makes Bloodhound’s breath catch.  

It takes a total of thirty seconds until he can finally stop shaking. Elliott is falling to his knees; His entire body trembling and Bloodhound can smell how strong his scent lingers on them. It makes their mouth water, but even more so when they look down to see him sitting on his knees, thighs apart and head back. His face is flushed, lips parted and panting and his doe-like eyes half lidded looking up at them like they’re the only thing keeping him grounded.  

If he wasn’t in such a desperate state, perhaps they’d toy with him like this. Make him beg for release. But as it appears right now, Elliott was cumming for a rather long time, and that alone warranted some looking into. And sadly, that did not involve seeing his resolve crumble and making him beg like a good boy.  

Bloodhound’s eyes trail down his body, noticing that the wet spot isn’t just soaking a spot on the front of his pants, but instead almost as if someone had dumped a bottle full of water on his front- and Bloodhound’s for that matter.  

Side effects-  

“Houndie-” Elliott whimpers out, stopping Bloodhound’s staring as they shuffle off the counter. He immediately seeks their comfort, wrapping his arms around their leg and pressing his cheek to their outer thigh. Their breath hitches at the sight of him so close, but they gently rest their hand atop his head, using their nails to massage gently at his scalp.  

“Shh, shh, you are alright, beloved, you are alright. Can you stand? Or crawl, perhaps?” Their last words are playful, warranting that beautiful smile to etch across Elliott’s face. More upturned on one side with his dimples creasing into his cheeks. And at first it seems he’s relaxed himself, especially when he murmurs a playful ’woof’ before his body trembles and a whimper erupts from his lips. “Perhaps I shall carry you?”  

“N-no, no, I can do it, just- God, baby, I’m...I hate to say it, but I don’t think I-I'm close to done?” Elliott manages to get out, his tone breathless, his pupils blown huge when he turns his gaze up to them. Their heart constricts at how helpless he looks, but unfortunately it only turns Bloodhound on further to see him so desperate.  

It’s a bit of a shaky walk back into Bloodhound’s bedroom. Immediately Elliott is flopped onto the bed, the furs cool against his overheated flesh. Bloodhound helps him to strip, removing their own boots and their ruined pants so they may sit in their boyshorts and sports bra with Elliott completely nude.  

Bloodhound’s breath hitches when their eyes fall to his cock, already hard again and pressed against his abdomen. The head was red, flushed and peeking from his foreskin, but what really gets their attention is his balls.  

They’re swollen, almost a handful each rather than as a whole. Gently, Bloodhound rests their cold fingertips over the flesh, their eyes flickering up to watch Elliott as he pants heavily and squirms like a dog in heat. Even going so far as to his hips humping upwards and a heavy glob of pre-cum to bead at the head of his cock.   

Oh, he was getting affected hard.  

Bloodhound had a feeling they wouldn’t be able to walk straight after this.  

Running their fingertips along his cock, Elliott lets out a sound as if they would have been grabbing him fully. Sensitive, it seemed. Bloodhound fights a smile, gently grabbing his cock beneath the head and smearing the pre-cum with their thumb with a soft coo arising from them, ”You are so wet, my love.”  

Elliott makes a strained sound in his throat, his hips thrusting up into their loose grip and sobbing out something incoherent. He’s a mess, panting and starting to look more flushed by the second. And judging by the way his abdomen is tightening, they can only guess how sensitive he was.  

Yes, this was going to be a long session. It appeared the pollen he’d inhaled worked more like a ‘sex pollen’ on him, something that should only effect beasts with outer genitalia that came across the plant. Working like an aphrodisiac, for beasts it made their stamina much longer, including their...their sperm count to be higher, resulting in swollen looking testicles and an insatiable need to breed their mates.  

Bloodhound swallows, their mouth already feeling dry at the idea of Elliott trying to breed them. It makes their thighs press closer together, a shaky breath leaving them as they try to compose themself in order to take care of him.  

They only get to pump his cock a few times before Elliott’s scrambling for them, whimpering about something frantically that sounds a lot like he’s mumbling, “Need to taste you, need you, baby, I need you-” But they can hardly make it out over the sound of their own yelp when he’s flipping them.  

He’s at least got enough coherency to pause when he hooks his fingers around their underwear, waiting until they give their consent before  he‘ s quick to tug their boyshorts off. He sits back between their spread thighs with this starving look in his eyes as they rake across their form. Flustered at the attention and control being tugged out from under them, Bloodhound’s face flushes and a soft growl of his name starts to arise as they bristle and lean up on their elbows.  

“R-right!” He manages to get out, immediately moving to lie on his abdomen, hooking his arms under their powerful thighs and nuzzling at their red curls between their thighs.  

Normally, Elliott was a starving man between their thighs, always a mess of humping the bed and moaning into them as if they tasted divine. And now is no different; His tongue desperately licking up their cunt to their fat, engorged clit, lapping at it and letting his tongue rest just underneath to feel them throb in anticipation.  

It’s with another snarl and Bloodhound’s hand pressing at the back of his head does Elliott wrap his lips around their enlarged clit, suckling how they liked and making their head toss to the side. A moan blossoms from their chest, their hips tilting upwards when his tongue frantically dips down to their hole to lick up the wetness seeping from them. But then he’s pulling back briefly, pressing his nose to their mound just above their clit and inhaling their scent, letting his nose nuzzle at their clit in a way that makes Bloodhound gasp out.  

“You smell so good, baby, can’t get enough-” Elliott is just about moaning into them, his words causing their ears to burn red and for them to bite their bottom lip at the attention. Bloodhound starts to growl out something in reply, maybe for him to focus on his meal rather than speaking, but then he’s continuing with a low voice, “Want to fill you full of pups. Would you like that, puppy? Want to be filled?”  

That...  

That is most certainly new.  

Bloodhound’s body betrays their thoughts when their clit jerks heavily and a fresh wave of slick seeps out of them. Their face burns, their body desperately aching in ways they didn’t think they’d ever experienced before. They can feel their pulse in their clit when Elliott lets out this low moan of appreciation, wrapping his lips around it and moaning into them as if even the thought of breeding them was too much to bear.  

Bloodhound cums in record time, fingers scrabbling to hold Elliott’s hair as huffing, small growls come out with every breath. Their brows are knitted, their head thrown back and full lips parted to pant heavily. They’re almost dizzy from the orgasm, managing to make enough sense to feel Elliott’s fingers pressing into them. Two fingers go in with ease, curling up expertly into their g-spot and making their head throw to the side with a cry of, “Elliott!” Leaving them in a desperate tone.  

“Fuck, yes, keep crying like that, sweetheart.” Elliott’s voice is thick with lust, something they think they’d only ever heard when he was on his knees and woofing like a dog for them.  

To see him- to feel him take control even in a state like this? Bloodhound isn’t too sure how to feel quite yet about their lack of control on him but oh, oh if he keeps  moving  his fingers like that-  

“Good pup, let me stretch out your sweet little cunt so I can breed you so full, you’re gonna feel so good on my cock-” Elliott breathes against them, his tone desperate and tinging on a whine, licking flatly over their clit and making their hips jerk. Bloodhound doesn’t think they can get any redder at this point from his filthy mouth. Even more so when they feel him nuzzle at their mound just to hear him inhale their scent as his fingers curl upwards and fuck into them.  

Their second orgasm comes quick, fit with them snarling and their eyes flashing a glowing red without their permission. Every sense is enhanced, the scent of Elliott, the scent of themself, the feeling of him touching their body, every sound made, their vision black and white and Elliott’s body highlighted in glowing red. The feeling of his fingers pounding into them is almost too much again, a whimper sharply leaving their throat just as Elliott pulls his fingers out and sits up.  

He uses their slick to lubricate his own cock, the sight sending a possessive feeling through their body resulting in a low, rolling snarl. They go to move, to maybe sit up and shove him down, to take back their control that they had lost- but that’s quickly cut off when he’s rolling them onto their abdomen. He’s yanking their hips up until they’re forced to brace their upper body by crossing their arms on a pillow and resting their head on their forearms.  

“Elliott-” They manage to choke out when he’s taking his cock and sliding the head a few times over their lower lips and over their clit. Bloodhound’s body is tensed, feeling the press into them and their mouth falls open to let out a cry when he sinks home into them in one, clean thrust.  

It’s as if Elliott’s body had only enough in of himself to remember foreplay for them before the storm hits. Because he’s grabbing onto their hips, tugging them back in a way he’s never done before, fucking into them with harsh thrusts. His balls, as engorged and heavy as they are, slap forward against them and cause consistent stimulation that has Bloodhound’s nails sinking into their own arms. They move their mouth to press against their own flesh, trying to muffle the pathetic sounds erupting from their chest.  

Normally, they had the control in the bedroom. Even in positions like this, they would talk Elliott through it, call him their dog or how pathetic he sounded. Or ride him and hold their hands over his throat, or yank his hair back and force him to cry out.   

The control they had was for their own comfort, always so nervous to give it up. On the nights Elliott could gently coax them to, it was with gentle words and nudges.  

They...they think they prefer when he just takes it like this.  

There’s no thinking as Elliott fucks into their body. He’s vocal, as always, moaning behind them and filth spilling out of, “Want me to cum inside you, baby?” Which Bloodhound keens in response to without thinking, their hips pressing back into a thrust and that seems to do it.  

Again, in record time, Elliott is cumming. His nails dragging into their thighs until he falls forward to hook his arms around them tightly. He trembles as he cums inside of them, and they quickly figure out that Elliott did in fact get the same results that a beast might. Because they’re feeling fuller...and fuller...and fuller by the second.  

So much so that when Elliott pulls his hips back in the slightest, cum comes spilling out and down their thighs messily. Bloodhound can’t help but lift their hips a bit to their best of ability, peeking down to watch it trail messily down with a low groan.  

It’s when Elliott runs his fingers through it and brings them to Bloodhound’s lips  do  they really think he’s being swayed even further by the pollen. When they don’t immediately take him up on the offering, his fingers grab their long hair into a ponytail, pulling it and effectively making their head come up with a matching snarl erupting from their lips.  

And that’s when they part their lips, allowing for him to smear his cum on their split, pierced tongue with a satisfied groan of, “Good dog.” Cooing from his lips. Fit with his fingers messily dragging down the corner of their mouth as if to smear it on their face.  

From there, it’s a blur. At some point Elliott’s managed to take off Bloodhound’s sports bra to leave them in nothing, moving them around again and again. So many different positions they wind up in- bent over the bed, on top of Elliott and riding him with his hips slamming up into them, to on their side with their leg thrown over his shoulder and their snarling and growling ending up slowly turning to weak moans and cries, their voice growing hoarse. To them riding him again, their arms pulled behind their back and angling their body just so Elliott could fuck up into them like a toy.  

They’ve both cum so many times, Bloodhound’s lost count. Only feeling fuller by the minute, the taste of his cum lingering on their tongue from  every time  he’s shoved his fingers into their mouth eagerly.   

Now Elliott has them with their back to his chest, one arm tossed around his shoulders and one of his own arms tucked around their waist to hold them. His other hand had been grabbing their jaw, forcing them to watch their own shaky body get fucked by him. “Look at you, Houndie, so good for me. My good dog. You're gonna be so cute all swollen, hm?”  

Bloodhound had sobbed out, eyes near about rolling as another weak orgasm wracked their own frame. The visuals and the scent too much, able to watch his fat cock slam into their cunt with their clit engorged and reddened jerking with each contraction. From this angle, they can see how his cock moves inside of them from the slight bump of their lower abdomen, to how messy their thighs are with cum and how strings of it are left connecting them to Elliott’s hips with each messy slap up against them.  

Elliott’s beautiful moans in their ear are low when he scoops up a glob of cum on their thigh, dragging it to Bloodhound’s mouth to smear it all over their tongue again. They obey near instantly, sticking out their tongue to let him do so before swallowing with a whimper. They must do it too soon, because Elliott’s smearing the rest over the corner of their mouth, moving to cup their cheek this time and smearing it over their cheekbone as well.  

“Nngh --” Bloodhound moans out, trying to turn their head to bury it into Elliott’s hair, but he quickly catches their jaw again, forcing them to keep watching as he fucks up into them.  

“That’s it, good dog, take it, take it-” Elliott near about growls out, moving his hand from their jaw when they finally stay put. He moves it to grab at one of their breasts, thumbing a sensitive, pierced nipple just to make their cunt clench weakly. Before he’s splaying his hand out on their abdomen and cooing through desperate little moans, “G- gonna  be the cutest mama.  Gonna  fill you fucking full, baby, make sure you’re full of pups w-with your cute little- ah- cunt--”  

Bloodhound doesn’t think that either of them have any thoughts left. He’s almost frantic to breed them, but there’s something loving about the way he speaks the word ‘mama’. It could almost make them believe the effects were starting to wear off with how tenderly spoken it is.  But,  perhaps that is merely their own secret interest in perhaps having a child with him trying to emerge.  

They must have turned their head, because Elliott’s got his hand back on their jaw to keep them watching. Bloodhound’s breathing so hard, panting and sobbing out by the time Elliott finally cums again. It must have been the twelfth time already, and they’d lost count of even their own.  

He groans so beautifully in their ear, burying his face into their shoulder and clinging to them as he cums. And dutifully, Bloodhound watches as he does, burying himself to the hilt inside of them and watching his balls tighten, how cum dribbles out of them because it’s too much.  

Bloodhound isn’t really too sure at what point they do finally pass out. But they wake up with possibly the most sleep they’d ever had in years, rested, sore, bruised, and...  

Clean?  

They’re still naked, a low groan leaving them as their eyes flutter open. They sit up to find their furs that had been on their bed are gone, possibly gone to be washed, and instead they are curled up in one of Elliott’s blankets that he leaves when their furs become too hot for him. Carefully, they roll to their side as they lie back down, finding said menace of a boyfriend passed out as well and cleaned up.  

He must have had the time to wash them both off before he’d fallen asleep. How thoughtful.  

Carefully moving once again, they scoot closer to Elliott to gently rest a hand on his head. Immediately he makes a soft, moaning sound, rolling over into them so he can wrap their arms around their waist and bury his face into their chest. Resulting in Bloodhound lying back on their back, playing with his hair in the morning light.  

Perhaps they could keep a sampling of the pollen for more...experimentation.  

If Elliott were to be interested in having another six hour long session.  

Bloodhound’s lips flicker up into a small smile as a thought crosses their mind.  

Perhaps Elliott would be interested in actually...trying for a child at some point. He had said he always wanted to be a stay at home father...  

When they hear him snore against their chest, nosing his way back in with a comforted sigh, they can’t help how bright their heart feels at the idea.  

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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.