#drawing him completely naked would be less revealing

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back on my metaltango bender

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Insatiable - Joe Velasco x Reader (NSFW)

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The shower was roaring hot, the heated water prickled upon your skin as your fingers threaded through your hair rinsing out the remains of the conditioner. You loved the way the water felt on your flesh, it eased out all those little nagging little aches that plagued your muscles.

Before Joe, you hadn't had any sexual contact for over three years and your last encounter had been less than satisfying. Now you realised that you simply hadn't lived until you’d met him, that man did things to you that no one else could ever could.

The thought of Joe being yours, wearing your love marks underneath his Henley sent a deviant thrill chasing through you. Joe made the most delicious noises during your love making and you adored seeing the expression on his rugged features as you rode him into oblivion.

You had never had such an attentive lover. Never orgasmed from oral sex before. He was well versed in the acts of love.

When you had left his bed, Joe had been sprawled out on his stomach, his weary features buried in curve of your throat. It was the most carefree you had ever seen him, and you had stayed nestled up in his arms for hours just enjoying the sensation of his hot naked skin pressing against yours.

You could hear Joe stalking towards the bathroom, the cool air whooshing though the open door before he closed it swiftly behind him. He was still naked when he stripped back the shower curtain and revealed your nude form.

The look in his eyes as he drank you in, that mischievous smile crossing his features, you knew what he had in mind. He watched as the rivets of water trailed down the gentle curves of your body. He knew every inch of your skin by touch alone and right now he wanted to lick that tiny droplet that was chasing it's way between your breasts.

Joe stepped into the shower before drawing the curtain back into place. Your hands smoothing over the planes of his chest as you tilted your head up to Joe with a bright smile.

He could feel the tremendous power of your love seeping over your connection. It poured into his soul like sunshine seeking out all of the shadows inside of his being and bathing them in it's light.

He cupped your face in his strong hands, cradling it as if you were the most precious thing in his life. You were. There had never been a person who meant more to him than you. Your souls were cut from the same cloth and when he was inside you, he felt complete and whole. He loved you more than he could ever say so with every action he tried to show you.

"You are insatiable." You whispered against his lips.

"You make me this way." Joe smiled before capturing your mouth with his own.

The kiss was tender, the soft caress of Joe’s lips upon yours. He was always gentle with you, always careful and slow until you demanded more. You had never needed someone the way you needed him, the chemistry was already sizzling in the air as your tongue parted his lips, your hands threading through his hair, dragging him closer. Your back came to rest upon the cool tiles as Joe’s entire body pressed against the length of yours.

The way you fit together was beyond perfection. Joe’s aching erection was trapped between your slick wet forms as he growled with appreciation into your mouth. His palms came to rest you’re your breasts, his thumbs teased your rosebud nubs as your exploration of his mouth became more frenzied. Your skin was on fire as Joe’s hands caressed the outline of your form. He loved you more than anything in the world and he would spend the rest of his days showing you.

Your breathing heightened as his hands slid down over your ass. He squeezed it gently pulling you taut against him. You were touching him everywhere, deft fingertips were stroking over his muscles before they chased down the shape of his spine. You graced the scars on his chest with kisses from your adoring lips, tongue running over the thin, white lines, lips sucking the puckered flesh and driving Joe into a haze of delirium.

You honoured his scars as a badge of courage and when Joe had first stripped off his shirt to reveal his body, he had been shy and apprehensive. That wasn’t a problem anymore.

Joe was ready for you; he had been ready the instant he woke up. His cock was always aching for you, he needed you right now.

"Want you." he grumbled, his eyes lowering to yours as he sprinkled your eyelids, nose and then mouth with light, affectionate kisses.

"You have me." You told him as your fingers wrapped around his throbbing erection and guided it to the parting of your legs.

Joe groaned as the head of his dick brushed that hot moist area. His hands lifted you so that you were just the right height for him to take your pleasure. Your thighs locked around his broad waist as you buried your hands into his hair. Joe supported your entire body as he entered you with immense care watching as your head tipped back, wet hair cascading down your shoulders, his name on your lips. He thrust up into your alluring tightness burying his face in the hollow of your throat as you whimpered.

Joe’s ragged breathing was on your skin as you drove each other to the point of completion. He was hitting just the right place inside of you, that tiny little sweet spot was sending waves of ecstasy trembling through your body. You could feel it like static electricity dancing under your skin as you gave yourself over to Joe completely.

His groans were like music in your ears as his pace began to quicken. You were riding him taking every inch of him as your orgasm drew closer. You were getting louder, the two of you wild with abandonment as you made love.

The euphoria hit you both at the same time, drawing his name from your lips as Joe bit down hard, his entire being trembling.  He held his you tightly, clutching you to him as you shuddered in his arms from the sheer force of the orgasm. You were still panting as he set you down safely onto the shower floor.

Joe groped for the towels as you turned off the water. He wrapped the plush white towel around your shoulders and used it to pull you closer. Your arms wrapped around his wet body, hugging him fiercely as his hands busied themselves drying along your back as he kissed the top of your head.

"You gonna let me dry the rest of you?" he questioned you, his voice full of mirth.

"I want to dry you." You countered removing the towel from his hands.

Joe had never had someone respond to him like this before. He had never had someone who focused on him completely, contemplated his needs. Your hands were already on his body as he allowed you to pat him with the towel. No one had ever treated him like this before and he relished it. When you had finished he took you back to bed and showed you once more exactly how he felt.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[galaxyedging]

Sorry, I couldn't resist a little photo shop and ficlet.

Reed Richards x Invisible Woman reader.

Warnings: hints of spice.

The almost electric tingle spread over your body. The more it happened, the less uncomfortable it became. The first time, it was painful, almost as if it was tugging at every cell in your body. The second time, thankfully, it dulled to something akin to banging your elbow. With the sensation becoming less of a problem, control was the pressing issue. Like now, you're not actively trying to vanish. It does make complete sense, though. The overlapping voices are getting too much.

“So I'm going to look like this forever?”

“I don't know, Ben. I've told you I'm running extensive tests.”

“This is going to ruin my dating life. I was with a girl last night and when things got hot, I got hot. I scared the life out of her.”

“Johnny, your dating life is not my top priority.”

“Yeah, Johnny. At least you still get to have some sort of a life.”

“Ben, we'll fit this. I promise.”

“Well don't expect me to hold my breath, Reed.”

“Stop!” Your shout draws their attention your way only for them to find you gone.

A few sheepish mumbles of ‘I'm sorry’ fill Reeds lab.

Weeks go by. Each of you adjust to your new powers. Even Ben is seeing the upside to his new condition. Including the car accident outside the building that revealed your powers to begin with, his new size had helped save half a dozen people. The whole invisibility-force field thing didn't impact on your life that much. The fans that Johnny had gained you all were a little harder to deal with. Along with the pressure of knowing that your powers could be used to help people. On a personal note, the worst thing to deal with was Reed. He was very well known for becoming absorbed in his work. With three people waiting on life changing answers, he was even worse.

The rational part of you knew his work was important but it wasn't like you weren't doing research of your own. The newly moved-in-girlfriend part of you was frustrated that you were left alone to do everything else.

Reed's nose is buried so deep in his notes that he doesn't even notice the door open or close behind you.

Quietly you creep over to his side. “Reed!”

“Oh! Jeez..” The notes in his hand fly in the air. His warm brown eyes widen and search for where he thinks yours would be.

“Are you okay? Why are you invisible?” For a second your caring boyfriend is back and you almost feel bad for your plan.

“I'm fine, I just wanted to see the extent of our powers.” As you speak you slip off the silk robe that was covering your naked body. When the fabric lost contact with your skin it became visible.

As visible as the gulp Reed made when he realised what you were insinuating. “Oh, yeah?”

“Mmmm. I was wondering just how far you can stretch and if all of you can stretch?” Your hand rests on his chest, fingertips tracing the buttons of his shirt.

An hour later you lay on the sofa thoroughly satisfied now that you had your boyfriend's attention. “Oh, Reed! That's perfect!” You shout loud enough to carry through the living quarters.

Reed, well most of him, is busy in the kitchen washing the lunch dishes that he had left, expecting you to do them. His right hand is in the living room finally unpacking his boxes so the place looks like it belongs to both of you. His head joins you to survey his handy work before his body follows, towel in hand.

When he comes together he dries his hand before sitting next to you. “I'm sorry, I've been so caught up in my work. I've always found it hard to find a balance with life. I want to make the effort for you. Is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?”

Reed doesn't get to see the wicked grin spreading across your face. “Actually. I think you should get back to work.”

“Really?” He's a little perplexed but just assumes you are teasing him further for his neglect.

“Yes. I mean we've seen the extent of your powers but we haven't seen if every part of your body stretches. I think we really should.” Reed does have to see you to know you're smirking. “For science.”

“For science.” Reed concurs pulling his shirt off over his head and feeling for your legs to pull them apart.

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4, 18, 19 for the fic writer asks!

Thanks for asking!

4. a story idea you haven’t written yet

There are several (I have 33 prompts in my folder waiting hopefully), but the one I'd like to start is a canon fic where Charles absorbed parts of Shaw's mind while holding him down for Erik to kill him. Shaw's personality takes over when Charles' body is asleep or tired. Thus the man is able to get close to Erik again by wearing the body of the love of his life. Until one night, he betrays himself and reveals the truth to Erik but it is too late to stop him. Caging him with his telepathy, Shaw takes Erik with him and makes him his slave.

18. if you keep them, share a deleted sentence or paragraph from a published fic

This is a deleted scene because, while I was writing, I preferred Sebastian's seduction of Erik to be a little more subtle. In the following scene, however, the violence is decidedly more brutal. It is a scene from the fic ‘The Society of Prejudice’.

Charles spies in the headmaster's office to find out why his friend is behaving so strangely.

Sebastian Shaw was sitting on the edge of his desk, his long legs almost dangling over it. Charles thought he had never seen the man in such an informal pose, but then his attention shifted to the figure standing in front of him, his gaze heavy with emptiness. The headmaster stood up from his desk, a glass of water and a pink pill balanced in the palm of his right hand, and reached for Erik, placing the pill in his mouth and lingering on his lips in a way that Charles did not like at all. Erik held the capsule on the tip of his tongue, in an absolutely practised manner, and took a long sip from the glass, swallowing it. "Good boy." - The man stroked his cheek complacently as the man escaped his gaze. Charles realised at that moment that the secretary might still be a problem for him, but a movement behind Erik's back told him that the woman was there and seemed absolutely unwilling to leave. Charles saw them switch places. The woman slid in front of the boy, while the headmaster positioned himself behind him, pressing his chest against Erik's back as if to support him. The situation was so clear that Charles had no doubt as to what was happening. How could he have been so blind? That was why his companions had always seemed so amused when he had asked them what was going on. Part of him was deeply disappointed. The Erik he knew was proud and haughty. Hell, they had argued about this very thing! The woman's movements distracted him again. The woman began to run her hand over the buttons of Erik's shirt, unbuttoning them from bottom to top. Meanwhile, the man continued to caress the boy's face, as if to somehow help him to calm down. His elegant fingers ran absentmindedly over Erik's jaw, drawing it with their fingertips and stroking his hair. Their movements were perfectly coordinated and Charles imagined that this was not the first time this had happened. Had he been a better man, Charles would have taken the hint and left. It wasn't a public spectacle and it wasn't aimed at him anyway. Charles should have left Erik alone. But everything about the situation screamed rape. Less brutal than the night in the library, but no less disturbing. Fuck. These were two fucking adults and Erik was just a kid, made even more vulnerable by everything he had been through. The woman had by now finished undressing Erik's shirt, which ended up on the floor, while the man began running his fingers down Erik's torso, almost hypnotised by the way the boy's skin rippled under his fingers. Erik began to tremble visibly at this point, but Charles couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure. The boy's face was still completely blank. Charles thought Erik would like to close his eyes, but he doubted the man behind him would allow it. Charles clung to the hope that it would all end differently, until Erik's trousers went the same way as his shirt, leaving him completely naked in stark contrast to his still fully clothed companions. It was stupid, of course. The fact that Erik was not wearing a stitch of underwear clearly said that the boy had prepared for this meeting and knew exactly what was going to happen in the headmaster's office. Charles knew for sure that if he had had any chance of leaving before, now that he had seen his chess partner's naked and excited body, he had no chance. He was like a moth to a flame.

19.the most interesting topic you’ve researched for a fic

For Lesser Evil I researched the Dutch Resistance of World War II. It was interesting to find out how they acted and how it was different from that of my country: Italy.

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Anonymous: What happens if Kenjaku's upper part of head is entirely removed? And do you think his stitches are ordinary?

As long as the brain stays /in/ and not /out/ of the body, he's fine. Kenjaku even demonstrated that to Gojo during Shibuya Incident by opening the upper part and revealing his purple-plump real form. But here we have this father / son sorting issues, which repetitively proves that even if his entire skull-lid blasts off ... it changes nothing except for the discomfort of fixing himself. He still maintains control over the body because the brain remains intact and neatly stored in his newest fancy suit to promenade in.

The mystery of Kenjaku's stitches is such a morbid deep thrill for me I literally wanna cry about because of overall lack of content around it!! But I would like to think they are not ordinary. At first, I thought it could be any absorbable monofilament suture ( Catgut ) that is often used in plastic surgery but as I re-checked a few panels over and over again, that idea gradually lost its grip on me, and I eventually pressed pedals for something more interesting such as: 'thread' as a part of his technique acting as a last piece of puzzle / a seal to complete the procession of body switching. OH, by the way, while I'm at it we know stitches remain on the forehead of the person Kenjaku hijacked, plus I discovered Gege mentioned somewhere that those stitches act as Binding Vow = thus why they never heal. I suppose it could have something to do ( or maybe not but either way I would like to use this for headcanon ) with Kenjaku being forced to spend a certain amount of time in a body to obtain its technique and use it in a different body ... *coughs* Kaori *coughs* anti-gravity ... Here goes cardinal connection to how his stitches look like. But I would like to add another spice here, and that is how Sorcerers & non-Sorcerers can see them.

Thread headcanon: there is one single thread created purely from cursed energy which is a part of his innate technique. While other Jujutsu users can see it only the curse users can touch and remove it. The longer he stays in a specific body the less actual stitches are visible to the naked eye and could even blend in visual confusion posing just as some weird scars. Stitches run horizontally along the forehead; never entire head.

-> If thread is partly destroyed by another technique and at least one small fragment remains in the skin, it automatically restores itself to the previous length. -> If it is destroyed entirely he has to go through a long and exhausting process of re-casting the backup replacement WHICH DISABLES HIM TO PARTICIPATE IN COMBAT & TEMPORARILY USE THE TECHNIQUE OF THE BODY HE'S USING until the thread is restored. I purposely counted how many stitches he has ( pic below contains 6 where 6th is under the bangs ) but I can't use much esoterical symbolism here because Akutami draws them differently and mostly they don't match in number; yes, I also counted the body of Noritoshi and Kaori too, and -- *shrugs* unfortunately. BUT is what I came with so far.~

Hijutsu-shi are likely to see this:

( Chapter-143 ; Kaori talks to Jin and her father-in-law - likely both non-Jujutsu users and second. ) ( Chapter-167 ; Kenjaku in China talking to the government & confirmed non-Jujutsu users. )

And here I go back to what I mentioned before - the 'spice'. The stitches look the way they do because he spends long enough time there to obtain other's technique and are not really visible to non-Sorcerers. While Jutsu-shi can see this:

Juso-shi (only) can remove the stitches.

Stitches are visible because he possesses a body for a short period than his vow / technique requires.

[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

Dinner Is Ready II Dean Winchester x Reader Smut (18+)

Summary: You bring dinner for the two hunters but all Dean can imagine is fucking you senseless on that table. (18+)

A/N: My hand slipped.

Words: 1.8k

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex (pls don’t try that home lol), dirty talk (a little)

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Dean doesn’t know what happened.

You joined the Winchesters on a specifically difficult hunt three weeks ago and even though Dean has obviously noticed how drop dead gorgeous you are, his body has never reacted quite like … this. 

You walk into the Motel after getting some burgers for all of you, and shoot him a smile and it knocks the breath out of Dean’s lungs.

He can’t focus on his dinner, doesn’t follow the conversation between you and Sammy. He can only try his best not to stare too much at you.

He has had dinner with you countless times before. Yet, now the sight of you across from him, in your dark shirt that reveals a tad too much every time you lean forward, forces him to suppress a groan. When you take a sip of your drink, his eyes travel to the bare skin on your neck and he wonders how it would feel to suck on it, as you writhe underneath him. When you lick over your fingers at the end of your meal, Dean’s cock twitches.

“Not hungry tonight?”, your voice catapults him back into reality. You look at him, one eyebrow raised, and nod towards his burger which remains nearly untouched on his plate.

“That’d be a first,” Sam chuckles and leans back in his chair.

Dean clears his throat. You’re still looking at him and in his mind, he sees your eyes rolling back as you moan his name. He shifts in his seat. He was hungry. Very hungry.

Sam watches him with a confused expression before he shakes his head and gets up. “Anyways, if I go now, I might still get to the library in time before it closes.” He stands up. “Thank you for dinner, Y/N.”

You break eye-contact with Dean and smile at his brother. Dean can breathe again. “See you later then,” you say goodbye to him. The door closes behind Sam and the two of you are alone.

Dean doesn’t know if he likes that.

“Did I buy the wrong one?”, you ask then.

He shakes his head. “No, that’s not it.”

You tilt your head and lean back against the chair. Dean tries his hardest not to let his eyes wander down to your chest. “Then what is it?”

No reply. He can’t reply. Everything he’d say right now would be highly inappropriate and ruin whatever kind of friendship you have.

You watch him. His gaze is intense and you shift ever so slightly. You let out a quick laugh. “Are you gonna kiss me?”

His eyes widen for a second at your question until he realizes you were joking. Yet, he desires just that. If you only knew ...

“Dean …” The smile on your face grows more and more nervous. You reach for the bottle.

“I want nothing more right now.”

You almost choke on your drink.

Dean’s eyes darken with lust and he licks over his lips. “I want nothing more than to come over to you, bend you over the table, and fuck you until everyone in this whole damn building hears you screaming my name.”

Just as he thought. Highly inappropriate.

You stare at him, eyes wide. Dean sees how your breathing has sped up, your breasts heaving against the tight shirt. He wants to tore it off right now yet he needs to know you want this too and he didn’t just overstep every existing boundary on this earth.

“What are you waiting for then?”

It’s all he needs to hear.

He jumps up from his chair and closes the distance between the two of you with two long strides. Grabbing your chin roughly, he forces you to look at him before his lips crush against yours. He hears you gasp but is already drowning in the feeling of your soft body against his. When you moan, his tongue slips into your mouth, and he feels your arms around his neck.

He pulls you up from the chair and raises you up to sit on the table. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him close.

“Fuck, you’re so hard already,” you whisper as he presses himself against your body, and he groans.

“All your fault …” He pulls you into another kiss, rough and desperate, and exactly what both of you need. His lips travel down your neck, sucking on it just like he imagined a few minutes earlier, and each whimper that leaves your mouth causes him to grow even harder. By now, his jeans are uncomfortably tight around him.

As if you read his mind, he feels your fingers fumbling with his belt. When you finally open it, pull down his boxers, and he springs free - you gasp. It’s impressive. You carefully reach for his cock, your fingers enclosing it, and Dean moans softly. Your mouth waters as you feel him in your hand; heavy and hard, and you the thought of him inside of you, filling you up completely, dampens your panties even more now. Your fingers flick over the reddened tip, smearing the pre-cum down his shaft before you start to stroke him. Slowly at first, the sounds of Dean’s moans making your hips buckle forward ever so slightly. After a while you speed up - long, hard strokes accompanied by your occasional hum and whimper - and Dean buries his fingers into your hips, until he suddenly grabs your wrist, forcing you to stop.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he hisses.

You chuckle lowly and the sound resonates with him. He needs you. Now.

In a matter of seconds, your clothes come off. You barely have time to process it when simultaneously he lowers his mouth over your breast and slips his finger inside of you. You cry out.

“Damn, you’re so wet,” he mumbles and then his tongue flicks over your nipple. You grab onto his arm, scared you might pass out from the overwhelming pleasure. His hand moves quickly, pumping in and out of you, circling over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge with each damn moment.

Moans followed by incoherent curses and words leave you. Your head is thrown back, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened - in Dean’s eyes you look like the epitome of lust. A goddess in her purest form.

Your legs start to tremble and with a smirk he realizes that you are close. Each pump and thrust pushes you closer to the edge. Your breathing speeds up, chest heaving up and down, and your moans become more and more high-pitched until …

Until Dean stops.

Your eyes fly open, and whatever sentence you start to protest - it gets cut short and turns into a groan when you feel Dean’s cock at your entrance. He enters you in one swift movement and you cry out.

Both of you could have come right then and there.

He’s big, almost too big for you, and stretches you in the most delicious way possible. A mixture of pain and pleasure rushes through your body and you try desperately to hold on to his shoulders as he completely fills you up. Dean bites his lower lip. You are so fucking wet for him. 

Dean fucks you hard. He can’t stop himself from doing so. He grabs onto your legs so tightly as he pounds into you that you are convinced, it will leave bruises later on. His lips search for yours and you drown in another hungry kiss. You hiss as he sucks on your lower lips, your fingers scratching over his back.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans and shifts slightly. Spots appear in front of your eyes as he starts hitting your g-spot. “So fucking tight for me …”

“Dean,” you whimper, not capable of saying anything else but his name over and over again. The small motel room is filled with  heavy breathing and the sound of naked bodies slapping against each other - Dean is convinced that it can probably be heard outside even but he couldn’t care less.

All he craves right now is that sweet release only you can offer him.

His movements soon begin to turn sloppy, he is close, so damn close. One of his hands slips from your leg to your wet pussy, and you arch your back when you feel his fingers on your clit. The moans he draws from you are torture for him - all he wants is to spill himself inside of you, but he can’t. Not yet.

“Do you like that?”, he purrs into your ear and the way you twitch is answer enough. “Do you like getting fucked on this table?” His finger flicks over your nub. Your legs start to tremble again. “Oh, baby, you should see yourself … all wet and desperate … writhing underneath my touch like a dirty little-”

You come so suddenly, it takes both of you by surprise. Like a coil that snaps inside your stomach, he pushes you over the edge. You let out a loud curse and your eyes roll back. Your fingers bury themselves in his back and Dean knows it will leave marks later on.

Dean feels your muscles clench around his dick and he can’t hold back any longer. He thrusts into you ruthlessly until he follows shortly behind. He reaches around your back, trying to support the both of you, and not to crush you under his weight. His head falls forward against your shoulder as he comes with a shuddering breath, and releases himself inside of you.

You need a while to collect yourself. Stars dance in front of your eyes and you lazily stroke over Dean’s back. Both of you are still panting heavily as you rest against one another.

“Fuck,” you finally mumble and chuckle again. Dean smirks against your skin. “You should’ve told me that you were hungry for something else before I went out and paid for those damn burgers.”

A soft laugh escapes him and he lifts his head. Dark green, satisfied eyes look at you. “Fucking hell, Y/N …”

“Have I stilled your hunger?”, you ask him and give him a short kiss on the lips.

“Mhh,” he makes and slowly pulls out of you. The emptiness feels overwhelming. “Give me a few minutes,” Dean says, “and then I’m ready for dessert.”

He means to add something but just in that moment the door to the room opens.

Sammy.

“The library was already …”, he stops dead in his tracks and stares at the two of you, shock and confusion written all over his face, “ … closed.”

You shriek and turn your face away. Dean grabs your shirt and throws it on you, to cover at least something.

“I was gone for fifteen minutes, what the fuck!”, Sam exclaims. “And on the table?! You guys are disgusting!”

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Take a Seat — Hawks x Reader

You tell Hawks you can’t stand him; he tells you to take a seat.

Warnings: NSFW. Face riding. Oral sex. Feather play. Masturbation. Exhibitionism.

Word count: 1.7k

“Hawks!”

Your screech reverberated through the walls of his bedroom.

The pro hero reckoned it wouldn’t take much longer before your angry voice was heard yet again.

“KEIGO!”

There it was.

A wave of satisfaction ran along his entire body and all the way through to his wings, ruffling the feathers in the process.

“I am going to kill you!” you bellowed in frustration from inside the bathroom. “I am going to be late!”

Hawks dreaded having to part ways with you on his day off. He rarely managed to get enough free time as it was, and now he’d have to watch you go to work, postponing his need to shower you with attention and love.

But Hawks’ playful antics always found a way to surface whenever the occasion called for it.

So he decided to steal your clothes and bath towel while you were taking a hurried shower.

It proved to be enough to kindle your anger and frustration, which would only work in his favor in the end.

As soon as your burst into the bedroom, dripping wet and ready to pounce him, Hawks felt a rush of blood flooding downwards with a subtle tingling sensation.

“What did you do with my clothes?” you growled, taking large steps in his direction. “I’m gonna be late for work!”

Hawks shrugged, thankful that his every growing erection was neatly hidden away from you under the bed cover.

He watched in sheer delight as you grabbed one pillow and tossed it at him, which he promptly deflected with one of his feathers.

“You are so annoying!” you sighed in exasperation.

A teasing smile curled his lips. Getting under your skin was one of his favorite pastimes. It got you all riled up with this pent-up tension that he’d so gladly fuck out of you.

But then something else crossed his mind.

Oh… you were going to flip at this.

But he was feeling particularly daring and willing to push you a little more than usual.

“I’m feeling feverish….” he started, making use of his top-level actor skills to twist his features into a pout. “And there’s this pain….”

And just like clockwork, the visible traces of anger on your face faded into a worried look.

You sat naked on his edge of the bed, placing the back of your hand on his forehead to check his temperature.

“Where does it hurt?”

Hawks lifted the comforter, revealing his hard cock to you. “Here.”

Just as he had anticipated, you immediately scowled at how shameless he was.

“I was seriously worried! You damn bird!”

And just as you stood up and were about to smack him, he took the opportunity to grab both your wrists and had you swing on top of him at lightning speed until you were sitting on his bare torso.

You tried to jerk free from his grasp. “Hawks! I’m gonna be late!”

He honestly couldn’t care less. Having you fully naked and on top of him only fueled his desire for you.

“I’ll fly you there,” he said with a devious smile as he ruffled his wings along the mattress like a haughty peacock. “C’mon…”

Once again, you yanked both arms in an attempt to break free, but all in vain. He was far too strong, and he justwasn’t going to let go of you just yet.

“Ugh! I can’t stand you!” you huffed in annoyance.

What a blatant lie.

All that forced outrage had his cock twitch in anticipation. How he adored fucking you into submission, peeling off all those layers that you so vehemently insisted on keeping on just to give him a hard time.

He loved your brattiness.

“Sit on my face.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “What?”

Hawks wanted to let go of his hold on you have his hands cup your breasts, but he remained still just in case.

“Let me eat you out,” he insisted, rubbing his thumbs along the pulse points in your wrists.

You faltered briefly when you clenched your thighs around him.

“You’re so…”

“Charming.”

You shook your head. “No.”

Hawks let go of you, knowing fully well he had you trapped.

“Handsome?”

“Annoying!”

He flashed his trademark grin. “Annoyingly handsome? I know!”

With one hand, he smacked your ass lightly, but you didn’t budge.

“I just took a shower… and I don’t want to be late for work…”

Hawks was a patient man, but not this patient. “Then stop wasting time and ride my face.”

You hesitated at first, but caved in eventually. He slid down his pillow so that he could be the perfect seat for your pussy. Carefully, you lifted yourself from him before finally settling directly above his face.

He nodded eagerly, nearly letting out a groan at the mouthwatering sight of your pussy in close proximity with his hungry mouth.

A sigh if relieved rumbled across his chest the moment you were fully sitting on him, and he instinctively brought both hands to grip your thighs. The delicious moan that escaped your lips was incentive enough for him, and without much effort he parted his lips and delved his tongue deep inside your warm pussy.

“Oh…”

You were so fucking adorable. Still surprised that he could deliver all that pleasure with just a few stroked of his skillful muscle? After all this time of having you all to himself?

Your folds encased the corners of his mouth, as if trying to make sure he wasn’t going anywhere.

And he didn’t plan to.

In fact, he planned on spicing things up.

He knew far too well that this, however, would prove to be not only insanely pleasurable for you but also for him.

A single crimson feather went up in the air and settled right between your legs.

An intense shiver ran down his spine as he was able to capture the pulse from your throbbing clit.

See, Hawks’ feathers came in extremely handy in these situations, because it granted him the ability to sense vibrations around them. So, your puffy clit’s thudding was immediately felt along his entire body. All the way to his cock, causing his hips to shoot up reflexively.

“K-Keigo! Not… not the—“

Your words faded and morphed into a pleasurable moan as soon as the tiny feather began drawing small circles along your clit.

Hawks was still able to watch you gripping the headboard for support, before shutting his eyes as overwhelming bliss filled him. His cock throbbed with each heartbeart, the skin at the base pulling as he hardened even more.

He kept tongue-fucking you, drinking in your juices and your moans. Your wetness was now spreading across his chin, and he brought one of his hands to free his cock from the heavy fabric of the comforter, allowing it to spring free. The dire need to fuck you was ever-growing, but he wanted you to cum on his face this time.

His feather was kept tightly pressed against you, and such stimulation caused your hips to buck and jerk, forcing his other hand to increase his grip on you to keep you in place.

“Oh… oh… fuck—fuck—fuck!”

Hawks had had years to perfect his quirk and he was fully able to bend his feathers to his will using nothing but his mind to control them.

You were done for.

And so was he.

He wrapped his fingers around his leaking cock, yearning for nothing more than relief. It was becoming unbearable to feel your heartbeat invade his mind and travel down his body in rhythmic waves of pleasure.

A high-pitched moan fell from your lips. “Keigo! Please… it’s… it’s…” too much. Yes, it was.

The obscene slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have his hips jerk once again as he fucked his hand desperately.

He was too damn close.

He was fully aware that using one of his feathers drastically hindered his endurance. There was only so much he could withstand while having a hot girl riding his face.

Soon enough, he felt your thighs begin to quiver and he had the feather lap at your clit more avidly while keeping his tongue sliding in and out of your soaked pussy.

With a few more jerks from your hips, you were catapulted into your orgasm, spasming violently into his face while raking your fingers through his hair before gripping a few strands forcefully.

“Good… good boy!” you groaned in ecstasy as a gush of your wetness flooded his tongue.

Not long after, he felt your legs spasm uncontrollably. And he didn’t just feel this because they were tightening around his head; he felt your every contraction and twitch thanks to his feather still lodged between your swollen folds.

And that was what immediately pushed him over the edge. The overwhelming pleasure took over him completely, and he reached the point of no return. Hot spurts of cum shot from his tip with each spasm of his own body; the muscles in his thighs and lower abdomen tightened along with his balls. His wings stretched on either side of him and he felt a stack of feathers shoot out in both directions and carving themselves into the furniture and walls.

A few strands of hot liquid coat his fingers, but he didn’t care. His own heartbeat pounded insanely loud inside his ears and he stopped breathing for a moment as a gutural growl ripped through his throat.

You slid off to the side, allowing his animalistic groans to echo around the both of you.

Hawks took pride in having enviable stamina, but a powerful orgasm was still enough to have him panting and feeling lightheaded. Your juices were spread across his chin and lips and jaw as a few drops ran down his neck.

“I still hate you…” you struggled to say in between pants.

He licked the excess liquid from his lips, locking eyes with your hazy ones. “Want me to give you another orgasm?”

“I’m gonna be late!” you protested, sliding out of bed and nearly tripping as your legs wobbled from having your leg muscles strained.

Hawks couldn’t help but to laugh as your struggled to keep your balance.

“C’mon. I’ll fly you there. I doubt you’ll be able to walk, anyways.”

He was thankful to his fast reflexes as a feather prevented yet another pillow from reaching his face.

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@dabiboy (since you wanted to be tagged 🥺)

[goddessofroyalty]

Prompt: An accident in the lab winds up dissolving all of Jayce's clothes, barring his boxer shorts. Although he's only mildly annoyed, Viktor has extreme gay panic.

Yeah so I took his boxers too. Look it made sense for how I had the thing work and also I like butts so…

Warnings: some kind of objectifying statements about Jayce’s body but in the intrusive thought sense more than anything

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“Well that wasn’t the intended result,” Jayce says from where he is working on his part of his project behind Viktor.

Viktor turns around to see what Jayce means and also make sure he is okay as he sounds, only to see that his work partner is now wearing significantly less clothes than the last time Viktor glanced at him to see how his work was progression.

That is to say that Jayce is now wearing no clothes at all.

“No I don’t remember you mentioned, ah, that as your goal,” Viktor says, forcing his eyes to the ceiling and away from the revealed body of his friend.

Jayce Talis is the kind of man to draw the eye even when he is fully dressed. His skin golden and plush and muscles evident with every move even with layers covering it. Viktor had always been aware of it and minimized any staring on his part out of professional and personal respect.

That respect is even more important right now. It is not as if Jayce intended to be completely naked around him.

“Uh, could you-“ Jayce says and Viktor is forced to look at him to figure out what he means.

Jayce has an awkward smile on his face which is understandable considering the situation. He has one hand coving his gentiles, and Viktor tries not to make a mental note of how it is clearly struggling to hold it all, the other pointing at a clean cloth on the table closer to Viktor.

“Of course,” Viktor says, handing the cloth over.

Even Jayce’s arms look amazing as he reaches out for it. Viktor figures it is okay to look at those. He regularly sees Jayce’s arms, his partner often literally rolling up his sleeves when he gets to work. Plus Viktor needs to look at it to hand the clothe over or else he might drop it on the floor and one of them would have to bend to get it.

He really shouldn’t be thinking about Jayce bending right now.

“Thanks,” Jayce says, followed by a rustle of movement that is him using the cloth to cover himself a bit better.

“It is no worry.” Viktor is glad to help. He just needs to not think about how Jayce is still effectively naked right next to him with only a piece of cloth to cover himself.

“I should probably get something to wear. Can’t walk home like this,” Jayce says with a laugh like it is a funny occurrence and not a deeply humiliating experience.

Viktor supposes with a body like his Jayce can have the confidence to see it as lighthearted.

“Of course, you would likely cause more value in property damage than we have earned for this city,” Viktor attempts to joke. So Jayce doesn’t realize how awkward he feels about it.

Jayce laughs so his plan appears to have worked.

“Do you want me to go get you some clothes from home?” Allow Jayce to have the room to himself for privacy. And give Viktor a chance to calm himself down before his body possibly reveals how affected he is just by knowing his partner is naked and near him.

“Nah. I think I have some spare here somewhere. Do you want to see if you can figure out what I did wrong so I don’t do it again when Heimerdinger is here.”

The image of the professor walking in right now should kill any arousal in Viktor. But then Jayce starts moving around the room with only a hand and cloth covering his most private parts, reaching up for shelves and bending to look beneath desks for where the clothes he is supposedly looking for are and unwittingly giving Viktor a show of just how firm is body is, how fluid his muscles shift just beneath the skin with every stretch.

It becomes clear Jayce doesn’t actually know the location of the spare clothes and Viktor hurries over to where Jayce had been working to give him mind something to focus on other than what is going on behind him.

“It is interesting that it seems to have destroyed all inorganic matter but left the living flesh untouched,” Viktor says, before realizing he is only making an assumption on the last part. “How does your flesh feel Jayce?”

Jayce makes a choked off sound and Viktor realizes what he had just asked.

It is good his back is turned to Jayce so his partner can’t see how red he must be.

“Uh, what I meant was – do you feel any burning or uncomfortable sensation?”

“No,” Jayce says with a laugh. “I mean I do feel colder than usual but I don’t think the machine caused that.”

It is likely much more to do with the fact Jayce typically wears a lot more clothing in the lab than he currently is.

“No, you are probably right,” Viktor says as he reads over the notes Jayce was writing about his steps.

“Aha!” Jayce says and Viktor glances to see what he has found.

Jayce is standing up, thankfully with his back turned to Viktor. His very perfect back that is on top of his very strong and toned legs with a firm pert buttocks right there all tensed from the firm stance.

Viktor forces himself to look back to his notes.

“Did you find some clothes?” he asks, and hopes Jayce doesn’t notice how uneven his voice is.

“I found pants, but it’s something,” Jayce says.

Pants are definitively better than nothing but it is safer for Viktor to keep his eyes on Jayce’s work and the desk in front of him until his partner is fully clothed.

He picks up a pencil to add a thought to the borders only to drop it when Jayce is suddenly behind him. He had put the pants he had found on, but his bare chest is resting on Viktor’s back and he is so warm that Viktor can feel it soaking through his clothes and into his own skin.

Or perhaps that is just his own body’s reaction to a very attractive half-naked man so close to him. Viktor wouldn’t know.

“So have you figured out how I did it yet?” Jayce asks as he picks up the pencil Viktor had dropped and hands it back.

“Uh… not yet.” It is hard to focus on the work with Jayce in the room currently. Even harder now he is actually touching Viktor. “I am close though.”

“It’s a shame we can’t use it for anything of value,” Jayce says, pulling away. Hopefully to go find a shirt.

Viktor lets out a shaky breathe and tries to ground himself to think about all the unsexy things he can. There is quite a lot but his mind keeps wondering back to Jayce and how his skin seems to glow even under the dim lighting of the lab.

“There are some industries that could find it useful I image,” Viktor says before Jayce notices his lack of composure.

“I don’t know if that is the sort of industry we want to go into Viktor,” Jayce says and Viktor has to look at him because he doesn’t understand.

And then it clicks.

“You mean sex.” He supposes the situation would be the perfect premise for an erotic work. And Jayce certainly would belong in one with his well-built physique, calloused but kind hands, and radiant skin.

Viktor doesn’t fit the archetype of any lead from the genre. Because this is reality. And that is a good thing of course – the tropes of the genre tend to end in unnecessary mess.

“I was actually thinking about after attacks or accidents,” Viktor says with a cough to mask his awkwardness. “You could remove debris much faster than other means.”

“Oh, yeah, you’re right,” Jayce says with an awkward laugh. “Maybe we can stabilize it. We just need to remember not to point it at ourselves when testing it. Especially not if there are other people around.”

“Yes that would be rather awkward,” Viktor agrees. He tries not to think about what it could possibly mean Jayce thinks about him being here when it happened.

“Hey, Viktor, are you okay?” Jayce asks, his hand on Viktor’s shoulder and eyes genuinely looking concerned. He’s clearly found a shirt and put it on at some point while Viktor was distracted in their conversation. “You look flustered and it was probably awkward for you as well.”

“Yes, I mean, I am fine Jaycee, just tired from the day.” Jayce didn’t need to know any of Viktor’s feelings about it. Safer for their continued relationship that way. “What about you? I mean you were the one unwillingly exposed.”

Jayce laughs at it.

“That’s one way to put it,” he says. “But yeah, I’m fine, accidents happen sometimes right? But if you’re tired you should go home. You can figure out how I did it tomorrow.”

“I will in a bit,” Viktor promises. “Now you have found clothes you should go home. And make sure to wash in case it did leave any residue.”

“Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow Viktor.”

“Yes. Tomorrow.”

Viktor waits for Jayce to leave before collapsing onto the desk next to the device that caused the situation.

“Damn it.” He’s not getting any more work done today and is probably going to struggle for the rest of the week – every time he looks at Jayce thinking about what he now knows is beneath the clothing.

Which is not fair to his partner Viktor knows.

But if he avoids Jayce entirely, it will only make him more suspicious.

Objectively he’s screwed no matter what he does.

[localspiderboy]

A Work of Art | Albedo x Artist!Male Reader

Summary: Albedo finally lets you sketch him and its very intimate

genre: 18+ , fluff? a little

word count: 1,219

Tags: Exhibitionism? You're watching him m*sturbate, MLM, pre-established relationship, eye contact, praise kink, fingering, assited m*sturbation. Voice kink. Bottom!Albedo, Top!Reader, bad writing lol.

A/n: I have gotten this sudden love for Albedo, I thought of this idea and now I just love it. It's been months since I wrote nsfw so it may be bad. Sorry.

nsfw under the cut

It was well known that Albedo was a skilled artist. Usually drawing things he found interesting and different from normal.

Since the two of you met, you had been the subject of multiple of his sketches. To the point that sketchbooks just filled with you were starting to pile up.

You were an artist as well, but Albedo was much less interested in being a subject. You usually had to sketch him while he was sleeping so he wouldn't object.

That's why you were surprised when he agreed to you sketching him nude. He was the one who added to it, asking if you could sketch him while he was pleasuring himself.

It caught you off guard, but who were you to object. He made it seem like good practice for you to be able to sketch faster. He isn't wrong but you knew there was more to it. Maybe he was thinking of it as an experiment. His curiosity did always get the better of him.

But now as the time approaches, he seems shy.

"This is...embarrassing." His hand covers his face in an attempt to hide his blush. Ironic seeing as he was sitting bare in front of you, the only thing covering him was a blanket draped over his legs.

Amused you looked up from your sketchbook, meeting his gaze momentarily before he looked away from you. A chuckle escaped your lips. He normally wasn't one to be embarrassed. "Why? You've sketched me multiple times, love."

"Yes.. but never like this."

He was right of course. Although you had seen each other naked already, having you sketch him somehow makes it more intimate.

"We don't have to continue if you don't want to."

You smiled softly at your lover in an attempt to comfort him, this time he didn't look away.

"No, I want to do this." He had this look in his eyes that you usually see when he was determined to do something. Seeing that look in his eyes, right now while he is sitting in front of you completely bare was definitely attractive.

"Alright, let's get started then, darling." 

Turning a new page in your sketchbook, turning the pencil in your hand to be able to lightly sketch out his figure. 

Albedo slowly removed the blanket draped over his legs, revealing his member that stood hard against his stomach. One of his hands ran down his chest, the other teasing the tip of his cock rubbing it delicately between his fingertips. A whine escaped his lips when he ran his fingers over his nipple and gripped more of his cock in his hand. 

Your eyes moved quickly between your subject and the page, fleshing out some of the details you wanted to focus on. Like the soft shadows cast by the light of the candles. 

His eyebrows furrowed now that he was stroking his dick with his whole hand. The light from the candles made it easy for you to see the look of pleasure on his face. 

Reaching over to the oil next to him, he poured it into his hands. Shifting his weight to his knees. A moan left his lips as he circled his rim with his finger, shivering slightly at the cold. 

You moved onto a new sketch when he changed positions. 

"You look beautiful." Your voice was just loud enough for him to hear. You tried not to direct him too much but you wanted to be able to see all of him. 

He turned so that his side was facing you, leaning down so his chest touched the floor, his head turned to face you. Albedo's eyes met yours as he pushed the first finger in. His mouth falling open in pleasure. His other hand stilled on his cock, fearing he would orgasm too early. He didn't want to end your sketch session prematurely. But god he is so sensitive. 

Seemingly more than usual. Maybe it was because neither of you partake in sex all that often seeing as you're both so busy. Or because you were there watching him so closely. A shiver ran down his spine just at the thought of you studying him, paying attention to every part of his body, and the fact that you seemed to be enjoying yourself too. 

Slowly he began moving the finger within him. A breathy coming straight from his chest. The position he was in allowed his finger to reach deeper than usual. Eagerly he added another finger, pushing them in slow and deep. 

He tried hard to keep his eyes open to look at you but the pleasure was too much. He could feel it through his whole body. 

Truth be told you had started sketching him less and less. Leaving off with a rough sketch of his pleasure face. Now you focused on those sweet sounds he was making. 

"Look at you, enjoying yourself hm?" 

He could practically hear the smirk you had on your face and that in itself sent another wave of pleasure through him. Your voice always did something for him. Almost as much as- 

"Oh baby, you look so pretty. Does that feel good? You're being so good for me." 

-Praise did. 

He gasped as he heard you whisper the words in his ear. God when had you gotten so close? He didn't even notice. 

"T-the sketch-." He started, a sudden shutter racked through him when your hand replaced his on his cock. 

"-Is done for now~ I couldn't sit back and watch anymore." Nudging your nose against his cheek before kissing down his neck. Your chest was pressed up against his back, slowly stroking his dick, rubbing up against the vein on the underside of his shaft like you know he likes. 

You pressed a slick finger against his rim, sliding it in a long with his own. 

When had you even done that?

Arching his back, starting to feel overwhelmed by all the different sensations. You pressed up against him, lips on his neck, rubbing and teasing at his tip all slow while your fingers moved fast inside him.  "Y-y/n- ah! I-" 

"Sh. Sh. It's okay, let go baby." You whispered in his ear, placing a kiss just underneath, smiling as you did. You loved rendering the great alchemist speechless. 

God your voice. He couldn't focus on anything. Except for the feeling of you so close to him, and the pleasure you brought him. 

It felt like it kept building and building and building. Everything kept stacking up until it fell. A big wave of pleasure ran throughout his body. His mouth hung open, no sounds escaping. His body shook and convulsed against you, white ropes left his cock as you continued to stroke him through his orgasm. Until his body stilled, Albedo took deep breaths, still hazy and unfocused. Humming softly as he felt the kisses on his back, and the whispers of praise in his ear. You stayed like that for a while, hugging him close to your chest. 

You weren't occupied with the idea of him returning the favor, much more concerned with taking care of him. Once he caught his breath you allowed him to get up, cleaned him up a bit. 

"Come, love. Don't you want to see how beautiful you looked?" 

[2goth2moth]

Hi! How are you doing?🤗

This is my first request that I ever made soooo I hope I'm doing everything okay😅

If I may ask for an alpha!werewolf x reader smut where the reader just flirted with another wolf to make their alpha jealous? And his reaction is.. i would say special😂 lot of teasing, dirty talk, rough sex and so on😊

Thank you!☺

Here you go, I hope you enjoy! :-)

In a String of Bad Ideas (M!Werewolf x GN!Reader, NSFW)

Word count: 2834

Includes: Jealousy, dirty talk, marking, scent kink, face-fucking, thigh fucking, rough sex

You had never exactly been known for your good ideas. It certainly wasn’t that you were unintelligent, but your years growing up could be read as a roadmap of ideas that would have definitely gone better if you thought them through. In a word: impulsive. But in retrospect, this particular idea was definitely one of your less thoroughly considered.

It started at a party. Well, if you were splitting hairs, it started with Finn. With your boyfriend, and with him not paying enough attention to you. You had both been busy, so you couldn’t really fault him, but still. You hadn’t had sex in a month, and even when both of you were free, he hadn’t really taken you up on offers to even hang out. Enough was enough. So there you were, at a party. Trying to make your boyfriend, your alpha werewolf boyfriend, jealous.

Another alpha werewolf was standing in front of you. In the pulsing lights of the party, you couldn’t really make out any features other than abnormally tall and solidly built, both very much standard for werewolves. You didn’t remember his name, if he’d even told you yet, and you hadn’t really heard the joke he’d just told over the music, but you still laughed indulgently. Your hand found a place on his forearm, and a little flicker of satisfaction went through you as his eyes came to rest on your exposed chest. The shirt you wore was unbuttoned a hole or two too far to be decent, your shorts cuffed an inch or two too high to be entirely appropriate. All on purpose. You weren’t sure where Finn was at the moment, but you had to make the scene look right. You let yourself drift closer to the wolf’s large form, rubbing your hand along his hairy arm.

He began to move his hand down to just graze your hip when another hand, broad and clawed, yanked you away and into a large, distinctly wolfish form. A quick glance up revealed Finn towering behind you.

“Hands off,” he growled, lips pulled to expose sharp teeth in an obvious display of aggression.

The no-name wolf you had been flirting with flashed his own teeth back. The air became so heavy with alpha pheromones that even you could start to smell them. “Why? It’s not like they’re yours.”

Finn’s claws dug into your waist and pulled you flush back against him. “Actually yes,” he said, tone steeped in possessiveness. “They are.” He leaned down to lick the side of your neck messily, keeping eye-contact with the other werewolf the whole time.

You knew that where he ran his tongue was roughly where scent glands would be on a werewolf omega. Such explicit and public claiming was something that he had never done before. It sent heat licking down your spine. He stayed there, staring down the other wolf, lapping at your skin, until Mr. Nameless dropped his gaze to the floor in submission and backed away.

The wet strokes against your neck let up. “Hey Finn,” you said, a little breathless, “Where were you- HEY!”

What you began saying was cut off with a yelp as Finn locked a hand around your wrist and began dragging you through the house after him. You went along with it, hoping that this reaction would lead to something fun. He threw open the door to an empty bedroom and pulled you inside, locking the door behind you.

“What was that?” He asked, backing you against a wall.

You feigned innocence. “What do you mean?”

“Don’t play fucking coy. You were all over that guy. You’re basically half naked. What’s going on?”

You sighed. You were going to have to tell him at some point. “I was trying to make you jealous. You haven’t really been paying attention to me lately.”

He crowded even closer to you, wedging his thigh between your legs. You were completely flush with the wall now. “So you let some other wolf’s filthy hands on you...to make me jealous? Why? Are you that desperate for me to fuck you?” His voice was perfectly even and dangerously quiet.

You knew that you were still playing with fire, but you barrelled on ahead. “Yeah, so? It seems to have worked out well enough,” you teased, grinding slightly against the leg he had tucked between yours.

Finn dipped his head down to run his lips along the shell of your ear. “And what exactly makes you think I’m gonna fuck you?”

“Um, this?” You asked, slightly confused, pressing your leg even closer to his groin. His cock was was hard and heated against you.

“Oh, ‘this’?” He said. His breath fanned out over the side of your face and he ground against you properly, letting out a harsh little grunt. “This is getting dealt with, but I certainly won’t be fucking you.”

A whine broke from your throat. “What? Why not? I thought that you would have wanted to prove I was yours.”

“Believe me, I do. By the time I’m done with you, everyone will know who you belong to. But you actually want me to fuck you, and what would be the point in me rewarding bad behaviour?”

“Finn!” You complained, trying desperately to not buck your hips into him.

He chuckled against the skin of your neck. “Shhh. Maybe if you ask me nicely, I’ll let you cum sometime tonight.”

You barely had time to let out a whimper before Finn crushed his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. It was messy, almost violent, more tooth and tongue than proper kiss. You moaned helplessly into his mouth, grabbing at the hem of his shirt to steady yourself. He quickly moved down to your neck, the skin completely exposed by your own mostly-undone shirt. Sloppy, open-mouthed kisses fell along your collarbone before he latched onto the soft patch of skin under the corner of your jaw. Right where he had licked earlier, right where a werewolf mating bite would go. You gasped loudly as he began sucking a mark there. It was only seconds before the skin felt swollen and bruised. He pulled off with pop and a harsh nip.

“You’re mine, do you understand?” He growled.

Not trusting yourself to say anything, you nodded helplessly. He kept assaulting your neck, leaving hickies and shallow bite marks on every inch of your neck that he could reach. It all felt so good that you didn’t notice his hands wandering until your shirt was ripped clean from your body.

“Hey!” The cold raised goosebumps on your flesh. Finn’s hands began to roam your bare torso, claws lightly scratching lines too soft to really hurt. It was getting difficult to stay fully composed. “I liked that shirt. And I don’t have anything else to wear back home.”

“I’ll buy you a new fucking shirt. And you can wear my shirt back,” he snarled. His hands landed on your hips and he bodily flipped you so that your chest was pressed against the wall. Your shorts and underwear were yanked down your legs in a single motion. “Or walk back naked, I don’t really care.”

Claws dug painfully into your hips as he pulled them back enough to make your spine arch. A single messy kiss on your shoulder was the last thing you felt for several seconds before Finn was licking a slow, broad stripe over your puckered hole. The sudden feeling made you moan and arch even further into the wall.

He took the meat of your ass between his teeth and bit down, hard enough to sting, before soothing the mark with his tongue. “Do you want me to eat you out?” He kissed your other cheek. “Want me to drive you crazy with my tongue?” A bite to the top of your thigh. “I’ll make it so you’re so turned on that you’re dripping, then I’ll fuck your thighs.” Another lick to your hole. “If you really beg for it, maybe I’ll let you suck my cock.”

“P-please!” You pleaded, mind getting fuzzy with what he was saying.

Finn dipped his face back to lap at your perineum. The very tip of his tongue caught on your rim on a particularly teasing upward drag. “I won’t knot you properly, only good little omegas get knots.” You weren’t an omega-- you weren’t even a werewolf-- but the term being thrown at you so casually sent sparks through your blood. It felt so right. “But I’ll mark you so completely that you won’t even be able to burn my scent off of you. No one is ever going to forget who you belong to. Especially not you.”

You barely got to choke out a “Please, Alpha” before he shoved his face back in your ass. His tongue teased your hole on each slow lick, tip not quite breaching the rim. He was definitely just teasing you now, but you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of making you beg. At least not yet. You sank your teeth into your lip to stifle any noises and let your head drop forward against the wall. Your attempts to maintain composure were quickly broken down by the feeling of a hot, slippery tongue plunging into you. A strangled moan broke out of your mouth with each flick against your insides.

“O-oohh God.”

Finn’s answering hum was muffled. His jaw kept working against you, slowly drawing more noises of pleasure from you. Saliva was steadily dripping out of his mouth where he moved. It ran in thick rivulets down the inside of your thighs, and with a desperate little movement you ground your hips back into his face.

Claws dug deep into your ass where he was still holding you. With a loud growl and another hard bite to your leg, he pulled himself up to stand behind you. A zip and the sound of fabric rustling sounded before he plastered himself against you, cock hard and leaking against the small of your back.

He kissed the side of your throat, wet and open-mouthed, with the barest scratch of teeth. “Keep your thighs together.”

You obeyed, squeezing your legs together as tightly as you could. You could feel Finn adjust his stance before pushing himself into the miniscule space between them. Despite how tight it was, the movement was slick, aided by his pre-cum and the spit that had dripped down from your ass. The shaft dragged against you on its way through, making you groan low in your throat. The feeling of him fucking your thighs and kissing your neck was good, especially when his hard length ran against your crack and groin. But the touch was just barely a tease. It was nowhere near satisfying to you, and the gentle grazes were making you writhe in a fruitless attempt to get something-- anything-- more fulfilling. The head of his cock appeared between your legs, shiny and glistening red. Pre-cum was beaded at the tip, and you couldn’t help but swipe your finger over it, gathering the clear fluid, and putting it in your mouth. The taste was one you were intimately familiar with, musky and rich, supposedly the same as Finn’s alpha pheromones.

A sharp smack landed on the fullest part of your butt. It felt equal parts painful and pleasurable, and the shock sent you jolting forward into the wall with a yelp.

“Did I tell you you could do that?” Finn huffed into your ear. He began pistoning his hips even harder, dragging his shaft between your thighs, making your legs shake with each stroke. You shook your head. Another hard thrust slammed your chest into the wall. “What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“No, A-alpha,” you choked out.

“No, I didn’t.” He aggressively sucked another hickey onto your neck, right under the hinge of your jaw, so high that there was no way you’d be able to cover it. “So why exactly did you think it was okay?”

“I want you, Alpha, so bad. I just couldn’t wait.” There was no doubt that your voice was whiny and more than a little pathetic at this point. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

You could feel Finn’s mouth curl into a vicious smile on your skin. “Do you want to suck my cock that bad? Filthy little omega can’t wait for me any longer?”

That word again. “Omega”.

You squirmed in his hands and shook your head, not completely trusting your voice. The way that Finn was talking to you, the way he touched you, like you properly belonged to him, was turning your mind to goo. For a split-second, you wished that you were a werewolf omega so that you could take his bite, so that he could take yours, so that you could possess each other the way mates did.

“Do you want to suck me off?” You nodded, a little shakily. “Hmmmm, I’m not sure I believe you.” He stopped thrusting through your thighs, just standing at your back, massaging your ass. “You may have to convince me.”

Determination crystalized in your chest at the challenge. You turned to face him and sank to your knees. The dick in front of you was massive, flushed and slick with pre-cum, knot beginning to bulge at the base. You kept yourself carefully levelled with the shaft and stared up at Finn through your lashes. This was a dirty move, you knew, he had told you numerous times that seeing you kneeling like this drove him wild. The ball was back in your court, even if you were the one desperate and begging.

“Please, Alpha,” you whined. Exhaling into the sound, you drifted forward slightly, letting his dick hit your cheek, leaving a trail of slick pre-cum on your skin. “Fuck my mouth, cum all over me, please. Make everyone know whose omega I am.”

At the end of it, you opened your mouth and let your tongue hang out. Finn held for a breath, staring down at you. In one swift, sudden movement, he seized your jaw and plunged his cock inside. The intrusion made you gag for a second, but you relaxed your throat around him, settling comfortably into your usual rhythm for this. One clawed hand stayed locked around your chin as he began driving his length into your mouth. The girth of his shaft stretched your mouth uncomfortably. Each stroke sent the head into your throat, making you choke and spasm around him. The feeling sent little spurts of gloriously rich pre-cum shooting into you with each forward thrust. You could see his knot swelling in front of your nose, already close to popping from when he fucked himself between your thighs. You began swallowing around him as well as you could, trying to milk him to completion.

His grip on you was getting harsher, biting into you with those big, sharp claws, and his thrusts were getting sloppier by the second. Each ragged breath was edged with an animalistic growl as he became more desperate for release. He wasn’t talking anymore, just fucking into your open mouth, chasing his pleasure with single-minded determination. You moaned wantonly around him, the sound muffled by his heated flesh. Spit was leaking out of your mouth, mixing with pre-cum and sliding down your chin and dripping down.

“Gonna- fuck- gonna cum!” Finn snarled above you. He dragged you off of his cock, leaving you panting, covered in saliva, mouth hanging open. He pumped himself a few times before squeezing his knot and cumming all over you with an aggressive yell. Pearly ribbons of white, the same thick musk as his pre-cum and pheromones, fell across your face and hair, catching on your eyelashes and landing in your waiting mouth.

You swallowed what landed on your tongue. A large hand swiped cum away from your eyes and rubbed it into the warm skin behind your ear. Opening your eyes, you looked up into the warm, adoring face of your alpha. He brought his hand up to your mouth, coaxing you to lick it clean. Your thighs were still sticky from his mouth and cock, and cum was now dripping from your face onto your chest and legs where they were folded beneath you. Hickies and bruising fingerprints littered your neck and hips. You looked so thoroughly fucked-out, and yet…

“Was I good enough? Do I get to cum now?”

Finn grinned at you, toothy and wicked, promising pleasure and pain in equal measure. “I’m going to take you home now, omega. And I’m going to tease you until you cry, until you’re sobbing and begging me to let you cum. And then I’m going to leave you there for hours. And only when you’ve really learned your lesson will I let you finish.”

He hauled you upright and kissed you, deep and filthy, swallowing up every whimper that fell from your lips at the threat.

[yuta-nakamots]

summer 127 - l.ty

Pairing - Boyfriend!Taeyong x Fem!Reader

Genre - Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship!AU

Warnings - reader is wearing a bikini, public arousal, public groping, oral (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, slight overstimulation

Summary - Going to a waterpark was a great way to beat the summer heat though things only seem to get hotter while you’re there. 

Word Count - 2.3k

Written for the Sunny Side Event hosted by @neosmutcollective​​​. Check out the masterlist here.

Seeing your boyfriend Taeyong play with kids was always a delight, especially when there were so many of them splashing him in a wave pool. With Taeyong’s insistence, you joined him in being a leader at your local YMCA’s summer program and though you begrudgingly gave in, it was all worth it to see his bright smile while taking care of these kids despite how tiring it really was.

All the shouts of “Mr. Taeyong! Mr. Taeyong!” when the kids wanted him to join in on their game of kickball or when they wanted to show him their drawings or other mischievous antics, those little moments were the ones that made your day just the slightest bit lighter. But that’s not to say that your own kids weren’t as equally energetic.

You led a group of kids that were the same age as Taeyong’s. However, no matter all your efforts, they’d always find things more entertaining when Taeyong and his group were around. You didn’t mind though, because you felt the same way and today was no exception.

Every year, the entire program would go on a field trip to the water park, and every year, Taeyong would come back absolutely drained. As you checked off your kids’ names while they boarded the bus, the anticipation for your impending doom by them only grew. Taeyong stood next to you, doing the same for his kids except with much more excitement, even greeting some of them with a handshake they seemed to have come up with.

Once all the rascals were accounted for, Taeyong followed you onto the bus, thanking the driver and apologizing in advance for how loud it may get. The apology did not go to waste. You had to stand up and tell them all to quiet down more times than you could count on one hand and every time you received whines of frustration and mutters of disapproval from them. “It’s fine,” Taeyong comforted, “on the way back, they’ll be too tired to even speak. I can promise you that.”

“They better be,” you scoffed, just wanting to get the day over with.

Once the bus arrived at the waterpark, the kids all but stampeded through the park, you and the other leaders struggling to herd them into a reserved private area where they could store their belongings and meet back at once their time was up. You sat at a table with your boyfriend and the other leaders, discussing the plan for the next few hours you’d be at the park.

“Mr. Taeyong, I want to go on that slide!” A boy exclaimed from behind you.

“I’m not too sure if you can, Jordan. It looks quite large and there may be a height requirement,” Taeyong told him sympathetically while rummaging in his own backpack.

The younger boy, Jordan, let out a huff of disbelief, “what do you mean? Why can’t I go on it?”

“Some rides have rules about your height or weight but it’s for your own safety,” Taeyong explained while his hands continued to search around for something.

“If you come with me will I be able to ride it?” Jordan asked.

Taeyong paused to think of an answer. “That depends if the ride allows more than one person at a time.”

“Will you come with me to ask them?” The younger quickly rebutted.

“Now who said I was going to stand in line with you when I could be going on rides myself,” Taeyong teased, giving up on whatever he was looking for in his bag.

Jordan rolled his eyes, “That’s so boring. Going on rides by yourself? Boring.”

“What makes you think I’m going alone?” He put an arm around your shoulders, “I have a beautiful girlfriend that I can take with me-”

He leaned in to kiss your cheek but before he could, Jordan ran off with a scream of “ew, Mr. Taeyong is gross and boring!”

The other leaders started laughing at the kid’s reaction and complimenting the way Taeyong handled the situation before getting back on topic. While they continued discussing, he leaned over and whispered “babe, can I use your sunscreen, I think I forgot mine at home.”

You handed him your bottle of it, not expecting him to take off his shirt right then and there and begin lathering sunscreen on himself but you didn’t say anything, not wanting to interrupt whatever the others were saying. He quietly whined at you for help once he tried to cover his back, knowing fully well that he wouldn’t be able to reach all of it. The meeting ended while you were still helping Taeyong, the leaders having decided to meet back at the same spot at 2pm. They announced it to the kids and released them into the park, the whole lot of them running for the wave pool right as an alarm rang, signaling for the start of the waves.

All the other leaders headed out too, leaving just you and Taeyong in the private area. “Do you want me to help you?” He asked, continuing to smear the white paste onto his face.

“Sure,” you sighed, standing up and removing your clothing, revealing your minimally covered body before grabbing the bottle of sunscreen from Taeyong and squeezing some onto your hand.

“I know I see you every day but gosh, you’re just so beautiful,” Taeyong gushed.

“I’m wearing a bikini, I’m nearly naked and you’re trying to not think about fucking me, I know,” you bluntly stated.

“I- W-wha- well you’re not wrong I guess,” he stuttered, bashfully looking away and making sure he was absolutely covered in sunscreen.

“I’ll wear it again once we get home and you can dive into your fantasies or whatever,” you teased, grabbing at the band of your top and acting like you were about to flash him.

Taeyong’s cheeks turned red as he rushed to pin your hands down while frantically looking around. “Not now,” he said through gritted teeth, “there could be kids around, you know.”

“And if there aren’t any, what would you do?” You propose while handing him the sunscreen and turning so he could spread it across your back.

His hands were warm as they spread the lotion on your skin. “I’d have you naked underneath the sunlight while I make love to you and your beautiful body.” A shiver of excitement ran down your spine from the ghosting sensation of him inside you with the sun warming both of you.

He continued on, “I’d let you have me any way you wanted to, just as long as you’re satisfied and you know that you’re the most gorgeous woman to walk the planet.” His hands left your back and came from under your arms to grasp at your boobs, his fingers sliding underneath the fabric of your bikini in order to feel the softness of your breasts in his palms.

When his clothed erection came into contact with your lower back, you knew you were in for it when you got home. Abruptly pulling Taeyong’s arms away from you, you took off in the direction of the wave pool, leaving him in shock. “Come on! Last one in the wave pool doesn’t get to cum tonight!” With that, he took off after you, both of you running into the surging water at the same time.

Upon seeing their beloved ‘Mr. Taeyong’, the kids began swarming him and splashing him with water, allowing you to escape from him even if just for a moment. “Guys look, Ms. Y/n is completely dry! That’s not right!” In less than a second you were absolutely drenched as they targeted you instead, sending their own mini waves and splashes while you futilely tried to cover yourself.

It soon became a full-blown water war between the kids in your group versus the kids in Taeyong’s group until the waves started to die down, most of them ;eaving and get in line for a ride at that point. You and Taeyong did the same, following the mass of your kids just to keep an eye on them.

“What you did earlier wasn’t very nice,” he quietly growled into your ear as you waited in line for the slide Jordan had pointed out earlier, which turned out to be a single-person ride.

“Hm? What did I do?” You asked, faking your cluelessness.

One of his hands grabbed onto your hip, pulling you closer to him. “You know what you did. You could at least have helped me out first before running off.”

You shrugged, “I wanted to get into the water already. Oh look, it’s my turn.”

The day continued on like this, doing things to rile Taeyong up now while there was nothing he could do about it, then escaping by means of a ride or the kids. By the time the field trip ended and the two of you reached your shared apartment, Taeyong was frustrated in more ways than one.

Not even a moment after the door was closed, Taeyong hands were up on your body, pushing off the slightly damp shirt you were wearing and revealing your bikini top once more while you both stumbled into the bedroom. “You’re such a dangerous person, getting me all excited when we’re out in public. There were even kids around! Imagine how traumatizing that would’ve been.”

“You liked it though, I know you did.” You bragged, tugging off Taeyong’s shirt to match your state.

He let out a sound akin to a growl as he pushed you onto the bed, quickly pulling off your shorts while still leaving on your bikini bottoms. He didn’t even wait before moving the fabric to the side and diving into eating you out. The warmth of his tongue felt so nice in comparison to the coldness of the still-wet fabric and it made you squirm in pleasure.

Taeyong continued to spread his warmth to you as he began rubbing at your clit with his thumb while inserting a finger from his other hand into you. “More,” you urged, having been aroused for nearly the whole day. He added a second finger to scissor you open before adding in a third when he was sure you’d be able to handle it.

He licked at your clit while thrusting his fingers inside of you. You flew towards your first orgasm easily, the white waves of pleasure washing over you as Taeyong slowed his movements to let you settle down. You were so wrapped up in your own bliss that you didn’t even notice Taeyong undressing and climbing back on the bed until he was on top of you and lifting your legs from your calves and bringing them up to his shoulders.

His enlarged member slid into you with ease, the heat from it warming your insides as it stretched you out. He, too, was nearly in paradise from just the feeling of your soft walls around him. When he began to shallowly thrust into you, who was already so full of him, you felt your second orgasm start to build. Taeyong held onto your legs as he sped up, chasing the bliss that was his own orgasm.

You knew he wouldn’t last long from how erratic his movements were getting. His eyes were shut tight in concentration, getting lost in the clenching of your warmth around his desperate cock. His hips kept slamming into yours until he released your legs and fell on top of you, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as he held you tight in his grasp, his cum filling your insides while you came along with him.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he moaned. He didn’t stop thrusting into you just yet, though. As if one orgasm wasn’t enough, he continued to rail into you while you were riding the high of yours. The firm grip he had on your shoulders felt like he was about to break you but you were grateful for having something to anchor you or else you might have passed out from pleasure. “This is for teasing me in the water park and not even bothering to help me.”

Taeyong’s speed was even faster than before as he became blinded by lust, only thinking about the way your body looked under his. The way your breasts had been pushed out from under your bikini top, the way your bottoms had become soiled from the juices seeping out of your pussy, the way your lower lips had gotten swollen from enduring his actions. He was drunk on it all and his eyes were glued onto the place where he entered you, his length glistening and covered in a mix of cum and arousal.

“Taeyong, please,” you cried out, overstimulation starting to take over, “it’s too much.”

He came with an elongated moan as he once more finished inside of you, his breath hot and heavy on your neck while he was sent reeling from his orgasm. You could feel his dick twitching inside of you, pushing out the last bits of his cum, making your core overflow, the combination of liquids slowly seeping out of you.

Feeling exhausted from what Taeyong had just put you through, you were about to succumb to the sleep calling you until you felt him sit up and start to gently knead at your breasts. You turned your head to look at him and were met with the sight of his wide eyes looking at you as if yours had all the stars in the sky. “I love you,” he blurted out.

“I love you too,” you told him with a giggle before looking down at his hands playing with the soft skin of your boobs.

“You should wear this one more often, I like it.” He remarked.

“Remind me to never wear a bikini to a water park ever again,” you joked.

[obsessive-ego]

Jack it to a jacket nsft

Masterbation, voyeurism, you know how I am

Musical beetlejuice x fem reader (reader has a vagina but uses they them pronouns)

Beetlejuice forgets his jacket and you use it while he's gone

Beetlejuice had announced to you he had to spend a few days in the netherworld for bio exorcist meeting or something, you really didnt get it, it's not like he actually had a job, all you knew is that he's been complaining about it since day one. That he had to leave the world of the living for a bit.

The day finally came for him to head out for his little business trip, you could tell the ghoul was less then thrilled to go, slight purple streaks graced his hair, you knew he wasnt too keen on being in the netherworld, the demon had such a fascination with the living, an adoration for living with you, going back to the netherworld, even for a few days was like heading back to work after a long period off, soul sucking.

"Alright Sugar" he starts adjusting his tie, his jacket resting on the arm of the couch "I'll be gone for a few days, try not to miss me too much~"

You give the ghoul a soft smile "itll be quieter for sure"  you try to joke

"Yeah..." he trails off, his playful teasing voice dropping along with his grin.

"I know this is gonna suck, but the sooner you get it started the sooner it's over with" you try to cheer him up giving the demon a light punch in the arm.

Beetlejuice's hue was now completely purple, you frown at the sight.

"You know doll, I'm being awfully selfish here, but, how bout ya give me a little sugar before I go?~"

You flinch at the suggestion, you wouldnt say you were shocked at this request, but you were.

"You're stalling"

"Come on babes, humor me, I gotta fill out paper work and deal with my mother, could REALLY use a pick me up~" he nudges you gently and gives a wink, hoping it'll soften you up, it does.

"Fine" you huff out, you grab the demon by the suspenders, yanking him to you level giving him a quick peck.

"No tongue on the first date?~" he snickers, as pink patches pop up in his mossy beard.

"...have a good trip" you utter trying to hide your embarrassment

"Oh doll I will, thinking about your soft lips~" the demon's voice drops to that low growl that never failed to make you warm in your lower areas

"Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Bee-"

You could NEVER make it to 3, the ghoul was always quick to slap a hand to your mouth, pulling you into a side hug.

"Trying to kick me out so soon sugar? So mean~" he chuckles, the ghoul pulls his hand from your mouth and you sigh.

Beetlejuice pauses holding you in this awkward side hug for a few minutes

"Bee?"

"I know" he grumbles, he begrudgingly pulls away

The ghoul makes his way to the empty wall and draws his entrance.

Knock

Knock

Knock

Your living room wall opens up to the netherworld, it was always a rare sight to you, a little anxiety inducing, you freeze for a moment, but as the demon steps into the world of the dead you shout

"Wait!"

Beetlejuice turns to you

"You forgot something"

The demon's eyes light up and in a flash he was infront of you, his hands cup your face as he slams his lips into yours, you jolt in surprise, as the ghoul pulls away he purrs "almost forgot my second goodbye kiss, thanks doll" and just like that he was gone, the netherworld was out of sight and you were alone.

"Your jacket" you whisper still alittle dizzy from his kiss.

...

The jacket he left behind spent a few hours folded neatly on the couch as you go about your alone time. Everytime beetlejuice was away you always took the opportunity to get some chores done, you liked the demon yeah, but he always got under foot, or he would be creepy while you tried to get things done. There were times where you were just doing the laundry, and the demon would just stare at you, no words, he just sat atop the dryer watching you like a hawk as you loaded the washer, it made your skin crawl and your stomach turn to have that much attention put on you, hell, you'd rather him be lewd and annoying then that.

As creepy as he was, that was just who he was, and you loved him, his awful charms, his terrible jokes, and his over all handsome, to you, look, wormed it's way into your heart and refused to let go.

Every kiss, every grope, every pet name he gave you dug you deeper into your affection. Though you were too terrified to confront him about your feelings, he was a literal demon, could he even share these feelings, let alone would he like you the same way, all in all you didnt want to ruin what the two of you had, friends, good friends.

You missed him, you really did, so what was the harm in wearing his coat, just around the house, and maybe smelling it every now and again, that wasnt too weird right? And it would be fine if you were to fall asleep wearing it right? There was no harm in it, but if beetlejuice was to pop in unexpectedly and if he say you wearing it casually youd never hear the end of it, and yet you never took it off.

It's been a few days since beetlejuice left for the netherworld, you were relaxing on your bed looking at memes trying to ignore how much you missed a certain undead bastard, hell you were wearing the jacket he left behind and stealing a small sniff here and there, beetlejuice never really gives you a time frame as to when he'd be back whenever he goes to the netherworld.

'Time moves differently when you're dead, and boy does it move, but it slows down when I'm with you babes' you shiver and try to swallow the lump in your throat that memory caused, the undead bastard was such a flirt.

You grew a tad lonely without your favorite dead guy, yes you used to live alone before beetlejuice barged his way into your home, but you have gotten used to him, you miss him when he's not with you, especially his no concept of personal space, how the ghoul's hands always found a home on your body, your hips, your waist, your shoulders.

You feel a familiar pulse between your legs, you try and ignore it, though your mind was reeling with old memories of beej touching you, you werent even scrolling through your phone anymore, just staring at the screen, thinking of the demon's strong callused hands running up and down your thighs.

"You win" you grumble sliding off your bed and crouching next to it, you pull out a little tool box. Opening the little box and revealing an average sized bright green vibrator brandishing a nice bulbous tip. You push the button on the toy's base and it buzzes to life, you smile, glad to see the barriers were still alive, it was too late for you to run out and get replacements.

You shimmy out of your pajama pants and panties before you hop back up on the bed. You remove the jacket giving it a deep inhale of its scent before placing it down next to you.

...

Your living room walls silently open up, letting in a thick fog of green reavling your demon friend, the ghoul knew it was late, late enough that his sweet little y/n should be dead asleep, as your living room rearranges itself back to normal the ghoul floats to your bedroom, excited to come snuggle up to your soft warm body after what felt like an eternity with dealing with his mother and newly deads with no sense of humor.

"Ah!"

The ghoul freezes at the sound, standing in front of your closed bedroom door, you could be? He presses an ear to the door, the faint sound of buzzing and muffled moans could be herd.

In a flash Beetlejuice's hair and moss on his face turns electric pink.

"A welcome home present? For me? Oh dolly~" he whispers before snapping his fingers and camouflaging himself. Beetlejuice fazed through the door and froze at the sight of you, yes he has seen you touch yourself before, but this?

There you were Laying on your bed, propped up by pillows, shirt pulled up exposing your breasts, bottom half completely bare, pumping the vibrator he got you (as an apology for messing with your old one) in and out of your leaking pussy, with your face buried in his jacket, muffling your whining.

The ghoul could have blown his load from the sight alone, yes he knew you liked him, and yes he knows you want him, but this? This was dirty, this was naughty, smelling his clothes and jerking off? You were just as horny as him, not really, no one is, but he'll take this.

"And here I thought only I had a scent fetish" he chuckles making his way to the end of the bed, plopping down to get a good view of your soaked vigina, he was fixated on the speed you pumped the toy in and out of you. Beetlejuice fumbled with his fly, pulling out his semi, the ghoul licks the palm of his hand, coding it is a nice layer of saliva before wrapping it around his cock. Beetlejuice starts off slowly, but it isnt long until his pace matches yours, imagining the toy between your legs was him, god slash satan he envied that peice of silicon.

"Beetlejuice" you whine bucking your hips up to meet the vibrator as it slid back in, you take another deep inhale of the jacket's scent and whine, beetlejuice groans in response.

"Such a dirty little thing, fuck- I expected to come home and see ya sleeping it in, ah- but this? Oh babes, I would have left it behind months ago to, oh god- to see you like this" the ghoul babbled, he really didnt want to finish before you, he wanted to enjoy this show for as long as possible.

You were absolutely lost in your little activity, using you non dominant hand to hold the demon's jacket to your nose, the scent drove you wild, you could imagine beetlejuice driving his cock into you over and over again, the idea of him fully dressed fucking you while you were completely naked made you tremble.

“Oh my god Bee, fuck, yes, please, fucking oh my god I want you to…Beetlejuice fuck…” you babble as you begin to pick up pace with the vibrator.

The ghoul drools at the show you oh so kindly are giving him, hearing you moan out his name, oh how he loved that sound, it wasnt the first time beetlejuice herd you moan out his name during your 'alone time' but it still made his toes curl as though it was.

Beetlejuice growls through his teeth, he was almost there, seeing you use his jacket in such a way was better than he ever could’ve imagined, yes he dreamed of you using his things for sexual satisfaction, he just thought he'd never see it.

Beetlejuice found that trying to keep the pace with you was growing too hard, he needed to finish, he needed you to finish. He didn’t want to cum before you, he needed to see you cum while using his jacket, he needed the image of you using his things to cum to be carved into his brain.

Thankfully, Beej is good at edging, this wasnt his first day being a peeping Tom, and it wont be the last, it wasnt easy, but he could do it, watching you whine and buck your hips because of him, sure made it a challenge though.

You were almost there, you stop pumping the toy, only for a second, to crank the vibrations to the higher setting, your hips jolt up as you press the jacket against your face muffling your screams, with the intensity up you were ready for the home stretch, you begin to move the toy again, in and out, imagining it was the ghoul you oh so loved. You could just imagine beetlejuice pressing you into the mattress with every thrust, all the dirty things he'd be saying to you, praising you for how well you take his fat cock, growling, biting, you couldn't take it anymore, you felt like you were gonna explode. God you wanted that smug bastard so badly, you loved him so much, you moved the hand holding the jacket against you face and brought it to your vagina, as one hand pumped the vibrator the other played with your clit. You groan through your teeth at the added simulation, if only you could see the demon infront of you.

Beetlejuice sat before you, jaw dropped, tongue hanging, drool dripping down his chin, panting. His cock was throbbing, leaking pre cum, he was ready to burst, honestly he surprised he hasn't yet, watching his y/n go to town on their pussy. Beetlejuice watched ad you hips bounced, and your toes curled, he could finally get a good look at your face, you were tearing up.

"Feels good doesnt babes? Wait till you get the real deal~"

"LAWRENCE!"  You shout as your hips buck upwards, just then, something new happened, you squirted, thought you didnt notice, you were too busy, head lulled back, panting, and using the soft buzzing of the vibrator to ride out your orgasm.

But beetlejuice on the other hand saw, he saw you squirt when you called him, when you called him by his first name, a name you rarely used. The demon blew his load shortly after your little finale, an image that will always be treasured by him. Beetlejuice wipes the cum off his hand on his pant leg, and slides his now soft cock back into his pants. He watches you lay there for a moment before you gingerly sit up, reaching forward to turn off the vibrator and remove it from you, you flinch doing so, still tender. You give out a yawn and toss the toy on the floor mumble how you'll deal with it in the morning, adjusting your shirt to cover hour chest you slide under the covers, in minutes you were asleep, holding his jacket oh so tightly.

Beetlejuice envied the garment, and as much as the ghoul wanted to slide in next you now, he couldnt, you were naked from the waist down. But you did leave him a tasty snack, so he couldnt be mad at you. Beetlejuice snatches up the freshly used vibrator, still warm from your touch, and vanishes

"Good night y/n" his voice purrs in your ears,

"...Lawrence..."

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Escort 1/2 (Jang Hanseok)

Summary: You're an escort that Jang Hanseok has had his eyes on for a while. He finally invites you to his house for the night.

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"What's his name again?" You ask your madame, and she hands you a file in response. You open the file to see a familiar looking man. He was the CEO of Babel, Jang Hanseok.

And for some odd reason, he chose you to be his escort for the night. There were plenty women prettier and more experienced but he chose you. "He paid for the entire night," your madame explains. "But what about my regulars?" "They were pushed until tomorrow,"

"How did they take that?" "They're big boys, they can handle it," she says, making you chuckle. "Make sure to have fun, I've heard he's like a tiger in bed." "What does that mean?" "You'll see,"

**

You smooth your hands over your silk black dress after you ring the door bell, careful not to cross your arms to seem closed off. Your heart was starting to race as you heard footsteps acend towards the door. Pull yourself together, Y/N. He's not your first client.

The door opens to reveal the chiseled face of Jang Hanseok. He's rubbing his hair dry with a towel and standing before you shirtless and wearing gray sweatpants. He definitely hits the iron because every peck and crevice of his chest is solid and defined.

He knows exactly what he's doing. He throws the towel over his shoulder and reaches out to touch your face.

He draws his thumb over your cheek. "Soft," he says to himself before turning away and walking back into his loft. You follow him in and close the door behind you. His loft is like many of your clients, vast and spaceous with minimal decor and life.

Your eyes fall to a small version of the Babel Tower with it's light flashing. "You like it?" "Is it really going to be a hundred floors?" "What's wrong with that?" "Well if you don't see spendung have your time in the elevator as a problem, then no." You say, making him chuckle softly.

"There it is," he says. "There what is?" He grabs your chin and pulling you towards him. "Your smart mouth," he whispers against your lips. "You know, when I first saw you, you put a man in his place because he thought it was okay to touch a woman as she walked by." He adds.

He leans in so close you would practice taste him. "And that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He sizes you up before pulling away from you. You surpress the whine from the loss of contact.

He sits down on his couch and man spreads as he turns on the TV. Leaving you hot and bothered, you toss you purse on the counter and sat across from him. He just sits there with one hand on his lap and the other clicking through the channels.

"So are we just going to watch TV all night?" He doesn't respond, but glances over at you. You huff with annoyance. Watch him be the type that wants me to beg. Well he has the wrong woman tonight because you don't beg.

He seems patient enough, let's see how far he'll let you go. You stand from you spot on the couch and slowly approach him but he doesn't move a muscle or acknowledge your existence.

You sit in his lap and roll your hips to get comfortable. He clears his throat but you could tell that he was trying to suppress a moan. You take his chin into your hand and sharply turn his face to look at you.

He raises an eyebrow at you which probably means that I was traveling on thin ice. You have his attention alright, the question is what do you plan to do with it? You pull away from his chin and grab his wrists to pin against the back cushions of the couch.

You press your lips to his and gasp when he nips at your bottom lip harshly. He yanks himself out of your grip and pushes your back into the sofa. "You are such a brat, you know that?" He scolds as he wraps his fingers around your throat and uses his other hand to cup your pussy.

"How else was I suppose to get your attention?" You ask, whimpering as he rolls your clit between his index finger and his thumb. "By being a good girl. Now I'm going to have to punish you," he says, grabbing his tie from the table.

He ties your wrists together and places them above your head. He slowly trails his hands from your arms to your chest and cups your breasts before burying his face in them. Humming with satisfaction, he licks up the valley of your breasts, making your entire pussy throb against his hand.

"Do you like that sweetheart?" You moan in response and he bunches your dress at your waist before pull it over your head and out of the way. He unclips your bra and tears it in two since he couldn't take it off regularly with your hands tied.

He takes one of your nipples into his mouth and rubs the other with the pad of his thumb all with sliding his free hand into your panties. He slides two fingers into your slick and curls them hard and slow. You arch your back off of the couch and tried to roll your hips and match the rhythm of his fingers

He stops his movements and you fall back on the couch so he could resume his movements. "Damn it, I'm sorry." You whine but he ignores you and continues to pump his fingers at the painfully slow pace. Your orgasm was slowly acending your belly, but you had to lay back and ignore your want for friction because otherwise, he would stop.

You were on the verge of tears once your first orgamn finally came. "I'm s.. I'm sorry, Hanseok. Please don't," you trail off when he pulls away from your nipple with a satisfying pop. He kisses down your stomach and pulls your underwear down as your legs and leaves kisses on the freshly exposed skin.

He tosses your underwear across the room and holds your swole thighs in his hands. He rolls onto his back and brings your off of the couch all in one motions. You land by straddling his chest and he lifts you up slightly so he could slide himself right underneath your bare pussy.

He draws figure eights with his tongue and you body folds forwards. You rest your joined hands on the arm cushion of the couch. He spreads your legs even further so you are literally sitting on his face. When you try to get up, he digs his nails into your hips, making you cry out.

He flicks his tongue side to side across your clit before dipping inside and dragging it across the top wall. Your stomach grows sore from tensing it for so long. He repeats his motions and your knot grows in your stomach. You find yourself rolling your hips against his mouth and gasps when his tongue finds another gspot deep inside you.

Sinks a finger in and curls that spot over and over again until you came apart in his mouth. Humming in satisfaction, he kept the same pace until you were at the brink of your next orgasm.

Loud knocks on the door makes you yell out in surprise. "Jang Hanseok, this is the police." A man booms from the other side of the door. You climb off of him and stand on wobbly legs.

"What's happening?" You ask with your heart racing. "Please tell me you're not a murderer or something," "Relax, I'll be back by morning. Don't go anywhere." He says, wiping his face with a paper towel. "Wh-" "Don't go anywhere," he repeats and you collapse back on the couch.

He opens the door and converses with the police officers. You covered yourself from the prying eyes of the police officers. He runs upstairs to grab a shirt and shoes before leaving with the police. There you are, sitting on the couch, naked with your wrists tied together, feeling completely humiliated.

Using your teeth, you loosen the tie from your wrists and stare down at your torn up clothes. Your legs trembled as you stand once again from the couch and walk up the stairs to his room. You open his drawers and took out a black shirt and grey sweatpants.

You walk back downstairs and grab your purse before strapping on your heels and walking out the door. If he knows what's good for him, he'll stay the hell away for you.

**

"Absolutely not," "Why would you let one bad experience steer you away. He's a platinum client." "I could care less, he humiliated me." "A boo hoo, a man made me feel like shit so I'm not going to see him again. Please tell me you're not one of those hate all men snobs." Your madame snaps.

Your mouth hangs open with disbelief as heat creeps up the back of your neck. Clenching your jaw, you stand from the chair and anger explodes in your chest. You grab the coffee from her desk and toss the liquid in her face.

She shrieks as she wipes the coffee from her eyes. "In case you're having trouble putting two and two together. I quit, you arrogant, incompetent, man-pleasing pig." You spit. Reaching into your purse, you grab $100k as a termination fee the madame mentioned at the start of your contract and slam it on her desk.

You advance to the door with a wide grin tugging at your lips. For once you finally felt free. Walking to your car, your blood runs cold in your veins when you see Jang Hanseok leaning on your driver's side door.

He could be a criminal. What if you were a witness to something and he needed to get rid of you? You think to yourself. "Now I thought I told you to stay in the loft," "The last I checked, I have a mind and free will of my own." You snap.

"You're angry at me, why?" "If you really have to ask that question, I'm not going to bother explaining it to you. Please move out the way." "Not until we talk," "You're treading on thin ice, Hanseok." He kicks off from where he was leaning and advanced towards you with his hands stuff in his pockets.

"Say it again," "Say what?" "My name. I like how you say it." He tried to reach out and touch your cheek but you slap his hand away. "Wow, I really pissed you off, didn't I?"

"You left me naked and humiliated for those losers to look at. What make you think that's okay? Sex workers are humans too, Hanseok."

"Of course I know that. I just didn't.. I thought that they were proud of their bodies and wanted to show them off. I w-" "Not all of us are the same. Some have more dignity and self respect than to be treated like garbage." You snap. "I didn't know, okay. You.. you were my first one."

You spend a few moments looking at him. You're having a difficult time figuring out if he was geniune or not. "I quit, so if you're still experimenting. You're going to have to find another woman." You state, trying to step around him but he stands in your way again.

"Hanseok," you warn. "I don't want another woman. I want you." He leaned in to touch you again and this time you let him. He lifts your chin up gently with the crook of his finger. His touch the complete opposite of a couple days ago.

"Well that's too bad. If you look hard enough, you'll find a girl that'll do exact what you say. That doesn't have a... what was the word you used? A smart mouth." "I'll buy you anything you want." "Really, bribing? You can't buy your way out of this one, Hanseok."

"Just spend the day with me. The entire day, and I'll prove it to you." He cups your cheeks and maintains eye contact with you. "Prove what?" "That I'm worth it,"

**

Jang Hanseok examines the map of the mall with a perplexed look on his face. You're watching him with a similar expression. He's been.. different since the time you first met. He's more relaxed and serene.

You first went to a hot pot and competed to see who could the spiciest food. You won, naturally, but the entire time he would crack jokes and compliment you.

He really did make you feel special, but of course there was a small voice tucked in the back of your head saying that he could have bad intentions.

So you play along and listen to you gut on this one. "I found it!" He says excitedly. "Found what?" "Jump on my back," he says before crouching down in front of you. "You sure you want the carry me the whole time?"

"If my face can handle you, what makes you think my back can't?" He states and blush creeps onto you cheeks. Rubbing the back of you neck, you bite your lips nervously. "Come on, princess." He encourages and you finally climb onto his back.

You wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. "Why did you have to call me out like that? Someone could have heard you," you ask embarrassingly. "What? There's nothing to be ashamed of, you taste amazing by the way."

"Hanseok!" You scold, slapping his shoulder roughly. "Ouch, you have a mean swing." "There's plenty more where that came from."

After you left the mall, you had bags fulls of stuffed plushies, sweatshirts, sweatpants, crop tops and shoes. You told that you didn't need any of those things and he asked how many comfortable clothes you had.

When you didn't answer fast enough, he started putting every other thing in the cart. You were in the process of stuffing the bags into the trunk when he holds you from behind and pulls your back against his chest. You yell out in surprise before smacking his hand but he doesn't falter.

He buries his face into your neck and your eyes naturally close in response to his warmth. You lost count how long it's been since you've been held by someone. You unconsciously trail your fingers along the back of his neck and he sighs deeply.

"Tell me that this doesn't feel good. You can't, can you?" He mumbles into your neck. He loosens his arms around you and turns you around to kiss your forehead. What is he trying to prove? Holding the back your neck, he rests his forehead against yours.

"Let's start over,"

[translations-by-aiimee]

The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chapter 11

Original Title:  二哈和他的白猫师尊

Genres: Drama, Romance, Tragedy, Xianxia, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 11 - This Venerable One Wants His Family to be Happy

"Yes, it's me!" Madam Chen sobbed, "But I didn't write this spiritual tablet! How could I curse my child? I—"

"You wouldn't have written it while you were awake, but not necessarily while you were asleep."

Chu Wanning said. He raised his hand, picked up the spiritual tablet, spiritual energy pouring out of his palm. Suddenly, a distant and piercing scream erupted from the spiritual tablet, followed by a stream of blood gurgling out of it.

The sharp gleam in Chu Wanning's eyes was bitterly cold, and he harshly said: "The arrogance of this creature; it dares to make trouble!"

Because of the great spiritual power in his palm, the writing on the tablet was forced to retreat little by little amid the screams, becoming fainter until it finally disappeared completely. Chu Wanning's slender and cold white fingers clenched and the whole tablet shattered!!

The Chen family looked stunned from behind him. Not just the Chen family, even Shi Mei was stunned.

He couldn't help sighing: "That's amazing."

Mo Ran also couldn't help but sigh inside; he really was so powerful.

Chu Waning turned his handsome and clear face sideways. There was no expression on his face, only a few spots of blood splashed on the side of his cheek. He raised his hand and carefully examined the bloodstains remaining on his fingertips. He said to the Chen family: "All of you will stay in the courtyard today, don't go anywhere."

At this point, none of them dared disobey and they quickly agreed: "Okay! Okay! Whatever you say!"

Chu Wanning strode out of the temple, unconcerned with wiping away the blood on his face. He gestured at Madam Chen: "Especially you, don't fall asleep. To keep that thing out of your body, even if you get tired, you need to stay awake."

"Yes. . . yes yes!" Madam Chen replied repeatedly. With tears in her tears, she asked in disbelief, "Daoist Master, my son. . . is. . . is he alright?"

"He's fine for now."

Madam Chen was startled: "For now? Not always? Then, how can I save my son's life?"

Chu Wanning said: "Catch the demon."

Mrs. Chen was very anxious and couldn't help but be a little rude. She couldn't care less about being polite and asked urgently: "When does the Daoist master plan to catch it?"

"Immediately."

Chu Wanning said. He glanced at the Chen family and asked: "Who knows where the red coffin was dug? Come and lead the way."

The eldest son’s daughter-in-law was named Yao. Even though she was a woman, she was tall and looked somewhat good-looking Although her face was filled with fear, she was calmer than the others. She spoke up: "My late husband and I picked out the land. I know the location. I'll lead you there."

The three of them followed Chen Yao all the way north and soon arrived at the land the Chen family had bought.

Martial law had been set up there, and there are no one around. The dark hills were overgrown with trees, not a single sound of insects or birds singing.

Climbing up the mountainside, the view widened over the scene. Chen Yao said: "The three Daoist masters are here."

The place where the red coffin was dug out still had a tombstone stuck over it. Mo Ran laughed: "What's this broken stone supposed to be used for? It looks like an amateur put it there. Move it."

Chen Yao was a little flustered: "The gentleman in the town said that the evil creature is being suppressed by it and can't get out."

Mo Ran chuckled: "He must be really capable."

". . ." Chen Yao said, "Move, move, move!"

Chu Wanning remarked icily: "No need." After he said that, he raised his hand, and golden light glowed from his fingertips. Tianwen listened to his command and appeared in his palm. As soon as he flicked the willow vine, the headstone instantly shattered into pieces! Chu Wanning walked over expressionlessly. He stood on the pile of ruins, raised his palm again, and said in a deep voice: "What are you doing hiding in there? Get up!"

There was a strange noise underneath the earth, and suddenly, a 12-foot-high thick wooden coffin broke out of the ground. The sand and mud rained down and dust was flying everywhere.

Shi Mei exclaimed in surprise: "This coffin is surrounded by such evil energy!"

Chu Wanning said: "Stand back."

After that, with a backhand draw, Tianwen slashed across the welded red coffin. Golden sparks shot in all directions. After a few moments of silence, the coffin lid exploded with a bang. The billowing smoke dispersed and the thing inside it was revealed.

Lying in the coffin was a naked man with a straight nose and a handsome face. If it weren't for his pale skin, he would look like he was simply sleeping.

Mo Ran's eyes flicked down to what was under the man's waist: covering his eyes and said: "Oh, don't wear skimpy pants, you skunk."

Shi Mei: ". . ."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

Chen Yao cried out: "Husband!" She moved forward to rush towards the coffin. Chu Wanning stretched out his hand to stop her. He raised an eyebrow and asked: "This is your husband?"

"Yes! It's my husband!" Chen Yao was devastated. "Why would he be here? He was already buried in the ancestral grave. He was also wearing much nicer funeral clothes. How could he. . ."

Halfway through speaking, the woman began to weep, pounding her chest, "How could this happen! How tragic - so awful! Husband. . . Husband!!"

Shi Mei sighed: "Madam Chen, please keep it together."

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran didn't pay attention to the crying woman. Chu Wanning was not good at comforting people, while Mo Burning was totally compassionless. They stared at the body in the coffin.

Since Mo Ran had lived through this in a previous life, nothing unfolding was a surprise to him, but he still needed to put on an appearance, so he touched his chin thoughtfully: "Shizun, something's wrong with the corpse."

Chu Wanning: "I know."

". . ."

What he had said was exactly what Chu Wanning had said during this conversation in his previous life. In this life, he wanted to use it to shock Chu Wanning. He did well, and yet he only threw out a simple "I know" as a result.

Shouldn't a shizun encourage his disciple to speak his mind and give him praise and reward??

Mo Ran pretended that he hadn't heard him say "I know", and continued: "This corpse has no signs of decay. It's been more than half a month since the accident. Based on the current climate, it should have festered and rotted. A layer of fluids should have built up in the coffin. That's the first strange thing."

Chu Wanning gave him a cold glare with a look of "Are you done fooling around?": ". . ."

"Secondly." Mo Ran was unmoved, continuing to recite Chu Wanning's words from the previous life to solve the puzzle. "Before the coffin was opened, the evil energy around the red coffin was dense, but after it was opened, it dissipated. And there's a minimal evil aura around the corpse, which is also very abnormal."

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

"Thirdly, did you find that from the moment the coffin was opened, there was a sweet smell in the air?"

The scent was so delicate, if you don't pay attention, you wouldn't notice it at all. When Mo Ran pointed it out, Shi Mei and Chen Yao realized that there really was a faint sweetness in the air.

Shi Mei: "Indeed."

Chen Yao's face changed when she smelled it, "This scent. . ."

Shi Mei: "Madam Chen, what's the matter?"

Chen Yao’s scared voice changed: "This scent is my mother-in-law's hundred butterfly fragrance powder!"

No one spoke for a while. The prophetic sign in the ancestral hall that read "Master Yang, Chen Sunshi" appeared in front of him again.

Shi Mei asked: ". . . Could Madam Chen really have done this?"

Mo Ran: "It doesn't look like that."

Chu Wanning: "No."

The two spoke almost at the same time and glanced at each other after speaking. Chu Wanning's face didn't waver: "You speak."

Mo Ran said nonchalantly: "As far as I know, the Chen family made a fortune and relied on the old lady's hundred butterfly fragrance powder. Although the powder's formula is a secret, the finished product isn't difficult to get. Five or six of ten girls in Caidie Town use this fragrance. Not only that, but we investigated before we came here. Mr. Chen himself seems to like his mother's butterfly fragrance powder very much, and he often mixes it in his bathwater so it’s not strange that he has this smell on his body, the strange thing is. . ."

He said, turning his head again to the naked man in the coffin.

"This person has been dead for half a month, and this fragrance smells like it was just applied. Am I right, Shizun?"

Chu Wanning: ". . ."

"Just praise me if I'm right."

Chu Wanning: "Mmm."

Mo Ran laughed: "What a waste of words."

He didn't have a chance to laugh again. Suddenly, his robe flew to the side, Chu Wanning pulled him back a few feet, the golden light of Tianwen in his hand was shining, dancing like flames.

"Watch out."

The smell of the butterfly fragrance powder in the air suddenly grew stronger. As the scent drifted away, a white mist appeared between the grass and trees, which began to diffuse at an alarming speed. Instantly, it turned the entire mountainside into a sea of ​​mist, and all of a sudden, he couldn't even see the hand in front of his face!

Mo Ran's heart lurched.

An illusionary world appeared.

"Ah!!!" In the thick fog, the first thing that rang out was Chen Yao's screams, "Daoist Master, help—"

Before she finished the last word, everything went silent.

Chu Wanning's fingertips lit up with a blue gleam, and he slapped a tracking spell onto Mo Ran's forehead: "Be careful, I'll check it out."

After he spoke, he followed the voice and quickly disappeared into the thick fog.

Mo Ran touched his forehead and chuckled in a low voice: "Well, even the position of the spell is exactly the same as in my previous life. Chu Wanning, you really haven't changed a bit."

The fog came quickly and dispersed just as fast. It didn't take long for the fog to disappear without a trace. However, the scene in front of him was even more surprising than the fog. Mo Ran was really shocked, at least he was in his last life.

After the fog cleared, the originally desolate and overgrown mountainside had disappeared.

Instead, there was a vast and elegant garden, pavilions, waterfalls, curved corridors, rocky gardens and jade trees, and pebble paths as far as the eye could see.

Mo Ran took a look at the surroundings and immediately wanted to roll around in joy.

This rogue hooligan spent all day thinking about this illusion. In his previous life, they were similarly lost in it. First, Mo Ran ran into Shi Mei, and under the compulsion of the illusion, he kissed the other for the first and only time in his life.

It's a pity that Shi Mei was terribly frightened when it happened. He let go of Mo Ran, turned and ran away. He wasn't given the chance to take a second bite of the swan before it was taken off his plate, which was really unfortunate.

After the illusion was broken, Shi Mei never brought it up. The kiss in the illusion was treated as if it hadn't happened, and no one mentioned it again. Sometimes when he dreamt at night, Mo Ran wondered if he was obsessing too deeply over something he imagined.

But whether he imagined it or not, Mo Ran licked his lips. He thought this time he definitely wouldn't let Shi Mei run away from him that easy! One kiss wasn't enough!

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Dancing

Day 32 Post 1 by @honouraryweasley12

Title: Dancing Author/Artist: honouraryweasley12 Pairing: Ron/Hermione Prompt: Masquerade Ball/Special Event Rating: M Trigger Warning(s) (if any): Smut, Language

The knock on her office door interrupted Hermione's thoughts. She'd been hunched over for several hours since lunch, studying the tiny, almost illegible text of an ancient book about Centaurs.

"Come in!"

The door creaked open and Ginny strode into the small, cramped office, waving a piece of parchment. She tossed it onto the desk, covering the page. Hermione recognized it immediately.

"Just thought I'd pop in. Are you and Ron going to this thing next week?"

She had read the invite to the Ministry event the night before, amidst a flurry of complaints from Ron.

"Yes, it's mandatory."

"Did you see the date?"

"I know, the first of March. Ron was not thrilled that we'd have to postpone his birthday celebrations."

"I can imagine." Ginny smirked, before waggling her eyebrows. "Did you have anything special planned?"

"What we do in the privacy of our bedroom—"

"Who said anything about the bedroom?" Ginny asked innocently, trying to get a rise out of her friend.

Hermione wagged a warning finger. "I know you, Ginny Weasley." She frowned. "It would be nice to do something for him on the day; he was so disappointed."

"At least it's in a nice place," Ginny remarked, referring to the estate where the event was being held. "The food will be good—that alone should please my brother."

"That's true," Hermione remarked glumly. "I'm sure it'll be fine, but I know his birthday is important to him."

"What's the big deal? He's turning twenty-three. It's not exactly a milestone."

"I know, I know. He told me once that growing up, his birthday was the only day when he felt like he was the centre of attention, so I like to make an extra special effort."

Ginny nodded. "He's not wrong, I suppose."

Hermione rolled her head from side to side, a cracking sound from her stiff neck echoing around her office.

"Looks like he's not the only one who needs some pampering."

Hermione waved her hand dismissively. "I'm used to it."

"You should do something nice for yourself. Even I know you're working yourself too hard."

"Like what?"

Ginny pondered for a moment, before bouncing up in her seat. "I have an idea."

Hermione looked at her wearily. "What is it?"

The redhead nodded toward the invitation on her desk. "Did you see the part about muggle clothing being encouraged? What are you planning on wearing?"

"I don't know. I guess a gown. Maybe the one I wore to Percy's wedding last fall."

"You always wear things my mother would approve of. You're still young! How about something fun and sexy?"

Hermione scoffed. "I've seen some of the things you wear, Ginny."

She raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong with what I wear?"

"You show a lot of… skin. Which is completely fine, but you don't work with these people."

"C'mon, live a little. I know my brother would still be mad about you if you were wearing a potato sack, but just imagine his reaction if you wear something a bit different."

"I don't know…"

"I promise, I won't go too crazy. It's Ron's birthday after all, wouldn't he enjoy seeing you in something less… proper?"

Hermione sighed, her willpower slipping away. "Yes, he would."

"Harry and Ron will be away this weekend taking new recruits into the field, so it's the perfect opportunity to go shopping." Ginny stood up and grabbed her invitation, before making her way to the door. "I'll meet you at yours at noon on Saturday."

"I don't see how this is treating myself."

"We'll stop at a bookshop then." The determined look on her friend's face was enough for Hermione to throw her hands up in the air.

"Fine!"

"That's the spirit." Ginny flashed her a cheeky grin and closed the door behind her.

"Weasleys," Hermione muttered to herself, before returning to her book.

~*~

Hermione stepped out of the ornate fireplace, her magically-extended clutch in hand. Ginny followed closely behind her, the two stopping to admire the tastefully decorated ballroom of the old estate house.

The brunette witch glanced around, hoping to see the familiar red hair of her love bobbing above the crowd, but was unable to spot him. She glanced at the thin silver watch on her wrist, a gift from Ron when she graduated from Hogwarts.

Ginny thrust a flute of champagne into Hermione's hand. "Will you relax? They'll be here soon. You know they have their Friday evening briefing first. Harry told me they were going to shower and change at the Ministry, then come straight here."

"I'm just nervous, that's all," Hermione replied as she nodded hello to a member of the Wizengamot who passed by, before taking a gulp of the fizzy sweet drink.

"You look great! Ron is going to go mental when he sees you."

"Are you sure?" Hermione asked, referring to the outfit she'd purchased with Ginny's help before downing the rest of her glass.

The result of their shopping excursion was a shimmery silver cocktail dress that hugged her curves and stopped mid-thigh. The two thin straps holding up the garment revealed her uncovered back and shoulders. All of this was set off with a pair of black heels. Her normally bushy hair tumbled down in soft waves, aided by half-a-bottle of Sleekeazy's.

Ginny nodded. "Absolutely."

A slight murmur behind them signified the arrival of one Harry Potter, his presence causing the usual stir, even years after the end of the war. He shook a few hands as he made his way over to the two of them, kissing Ginny and giving a hug to his friend.

"Wow, you look great, Hermione! I heard all about the new outfit."

"Thank you, Harry." She glanced over his shoulders, searching. "Where's Ron?"

He chuckled. "He's on his way, should be here any second."

Hermione held her breath as she spotted ginger hair towering above the crowd. She put a hand in the air and waved him over.

Ron fought his way through the guests that were starting to amass, making a beeline in their direction. Just as he was about to reach them, Ginny winked at Hermione and jumped into his path, wrapping him up in a hug and drawing his attention.

"Happy birthday, Ron!"

He patted her on the back. "Thanks, Gin."

Before letting go of the embrace, she whispered. "The dress was my present."

"What dress?" he asked as she angled him toward Harry and Hermione.

Ron's jaw dropped as he took in the outfit Hermione was wearing. She blushed at his hungry gaze, as she herself gawked at how fit he looked in his suit.

"Hey, Ron."

Harry's greeting went completely unnoticed as Ron stepped forward, his eyes never leaving Hermione's. He pulled her against him, his hand splayed across the bare skin of her back.

"You look fucking hot," he growled into her ear, causing her to shiver.

She ran her own hand up and down the back of his dark suit jacket, relishing how solid he felt. "So do you."

He teased her ear, hidden by her hair. "We'd better get on with it. The sooner we're done mingling, the sooner we can get out of here and… celebrate my birthday."

She nodded as he pulled away, her face flush. As he turned to speak to Harry, another server passed by and she grabbed drinks for the two of them, needing to calm herself down. His reaction had far exceeded her expectations.

She caught Ginny's eye, the look on her face clearing stating I told you so. Hermione shrugged and grinned, before passing Ron his glass.

The night went on as they moved from dignitary to dignitary. Every so often, she'd catch him staring down at her, his desire clear. She didn't shy away though, challenging his gaze and communicating her own wants.

The teasing went on as they mingled, her hand reaching up to play with the red locks at the back of his neck. Hermione knew Ron loved it when she did that, causing him to give her a subtle squeeze as he laughed at the joke of some minister she wasn't familiar with.

His arm had been around her waist the whole time, almost possessively. As the minister turned away, she shuddered as he ran his hand up and down her side, his feather light touch just grazing the side of her breast.

"Want to dance?"

She nodded and downed her drink, dropping the empty glass on a nearby table before he led them out to the dance floor. She smoothly slid her small clutch into his jacket pocket, before wrapping her arms around his neck.

His strong arms encircled her waist, his thumb teasing patterns across her skin. "Have I told you how much I like it when you wear stuff like this?"

Hermione grinned. "No, you haven't told me, at least not with words."

Ron smiled, his hungry look returning as one of his hands dipped lower, brushing her backside as they turned in slow circles—ignoring the music but enjoying the game. He closed the distance and pressed a kiss to her lips, dragging his teeth across her bottom lip, leaving her aching for more.

He buried his face her neck, inhaling her scent before whispering in her ear. "Want to find somewhere quiet?"

The combination of his hot breath, his arms around her, and the loosening of her inhibitions from the alcohol brought on a sense of recklessness. They had been dancing around it all night. He wanted her, and she wanted him just as much.

"Yes."

They stole away from the crowded ballroom, their hands clasped together as need drove them to find some privacy. They checked a few doors in the massive estate until they found a small parlour. Ron whipped out his wand and fired off protections.

Their lips crashed together in a matter of seconds, frantic with the desire that had been building up all evening. Ron lifted her up, mimicking their first kiss, and walked her to the far end of the room. He set her down and turned her around, breaking their heated kiss. Pinning her against a wall with his firm body, he pushed aside her hair, his mouth finding that spot on the back of her neck that he knew so well.

"Oh, yes!"

He continued downward, kissing and tasting her naked back, causing her to gasp, her ragged breathing the loudest sound in the room.

"You look so fucking sexy in this," he said, before sliding his hand up her thigh and underneath her dress.

"Yes, touch me. I want to feel your hands on me."

His large hand palmed her between her legs, causing her to moan even louder. "Fuck, I love that sound."

"More," she cried out, grinding against his fingers. She loved the feeling of him taking control and pleasuring her.

His other hand snaked up to the front of her dress, reaching for her covered breast. Having his amazing attention in two different places was sending shockwaves to her core.

She mewled as he increased the pressure, his actions becoming rougher and more primal. She loved it but wanted to feel him. Wanted to feel what she did to him.

"Are you hard for me?"

"Check for yourself," he grunted, letting go of her and turning her to face him.

He kissed her hard, his hands cupping her face as she stroked his obvious arousal through his tailored suit pants. He moaned in her mouth from the contact. She in turn threw her head back as he trailed his lips to her cheek, then down to her neck, sucking and biting. They were ravenous for each other.

Her hand flew into his hair, jerking at the ginger strands as she pleaded for more. "Ron, please."

"Please what?"

"Please fuck me, quickly!" she begged, her words brazen in the elegant room. Her hand went to his zipper and tugged it down, before slipping into the opening and wanking him forcefully.

"Shit, Hermione."

"Now, Ron, please! Take me from behind!"

In one quick motion, he spun her around again and pulled roughly at her hips. He bunched the dress around her waist, exposing her delectable bum. The smack of his hand across her arse cheek echoed, leaving a pink mark on her flesh and causing Hermione to groan and push herself toward him in overheated desperation.

"Yes, more!"

He slapped her other cheek this time, eliciting another strangled groan. Her wanton reactions were too much for him as he yanked aside her soaked knickers and guided himself into her.

She moaned loudly as he entered, her cries shrill as he filled her completely.

"Yes, feels so good!"

His fingers dug into her hips as he thrust slowly at first, his grunts increasing in time with his efforts.

"Fucking take it, Hermione."

She called over her shoulder, her fingers clawing at the wall in ecstasy. "Harder, Ron! I've wanted this all night! Wanted you all night!"

He continued his pace, his groans mingling with her own. Half-leaning against the wall now, she found her most sensitive spot and began rubbing furious circles, urgently needing to get off.

"Love it when you play with your yourself," he panted as he thrust into her. "You gonna come on my cock as I fuck you?"

She nodded, his raw dirty words and relentless pounding spurring her on. Her lips were pressed into a thin firm line as she felt herself reaching her peak, crying out his name. That was enough to set him off as well, as he throbbed and spilled inside of her, burying his face in her hair as he fought to catch his breath.

She sagged against the wall, his delicious weight pressing against her as her chest heaved. After a moment, she turned to face him, seeking out his lips as they shared a lazy kiss, the taste of alcohol prevalent. They broke apart, and as they stared at each other, Hermione couldn't help but flash him a big smile.

"Enjoyed that, did you?" His deep voice rumbled.

"Mmmm, very much so. I take it you liked the dress."

He grinned. "I think that's an understatement."

They quickly cleaned themselves up and got their clothing straightened out. The effects of the champagne were still working on Hermione as she leered at him in his suit and licked her lips.

"Shall we finish our rounds and then go home? It might be your birthday, but I have one big candle to blow."

Ron laughed and shook his head. "Happy fucking birthday to me."

[goldenlaquer]

may I request playing strip poker with abuto? nsfw obviously 😏 and thank you so much for sharing your amazing writing and art! 💕💕

Noo, thank you for having such a humongous brain to send in this request!! But please, I must ask you to ignore any atrocious mistakes because I'm terrible at understanding the rules of poker meself.

Reader with petty competitiveness over the littlest things and a compulsion to cry at everything, and especially when things don't go her way, in other words a brat, playing strip poker with Daddy Abuto? 😫👌 AFC meeting start

Abuto NSFW Headcanons:

Abuto is devastatingly good at strip poker, you come to find. How? He's so bad at math, can't even recite his table of six even with the aid of his fingers, and to your mind, this somehow translated to him being bad at card games too (which is totally the reason why you even challenged him in the first place and nothing else), but Abuto is absolutely crushing you.

You put down a two pairs, he puts down a three of a kind. Off goes your shoes. You play a straight, he has a full house. Off goes your socks. You manage to win a round with a three of a kind and Abuto peels off his boots, but by the next round... With teeth gritted, you show your hand, a no pair, and Abuto shrugs in apology, flipping his cards over to reveal his royal flush. With trembling fingers, you unwrap your obi, let it dangle to the floor, and draw the loose flaps of your remaining clothes up to your armpits to cinch it there. With how the game is playing out, it won't be long until you're as naked as the day you were born and a month's salary poorer for it.

As you stare at your hand, which is yet another terrible one— plip. To your horror, tears are starting to fall off your face. It's a reflex of yours, one that you've never been able to correct. You growl quietly, trying to force the upcoming tears from breaking, and hurry to discreetly wipe your face, angry at yourself for crying and hoping that he doesn't notice. But he does, of course.

Woman and their tears, Abuto thinks as he awkwardly rubs his neck, are the strongest weapon in the whole wide universe. "Hey, we don't have to do this," he begins as gentle as he can, lowering his cards down to the table. "Let's stop. You've got nothing to prove here."

But you're so far gone that calling it quits is simply not an option. "No, this is more than clothes, this is my dignity on the line!" You say wetly, waaaay beyond reason, furiously shuffling the deck with trembling fingers. And then, for apparently no good reason: "Get ready, old man!" You sniff, glaring at him as the cards are dealt.

See, he was gonna resolve himself to start throwing winning cards and relinquish victory to you. Let you have the rights to gloating and his paycheck, because he feels bad that you're crying. It's a juvenile game meant for randy youths anyway, and he should feel ashamed for feeling so eager beneath his best deadpan. Even if he's throwing away the chance at quelling the wonder of what your skin looks like (warm and soft, surely, if the skin on your delicate neck and hands is any indication) under all those clothes, what's it to him if it'll make you happy again? But...

... Old man? Abuto looks up at the ceiling and tries to draw strength from dimmed lights. Yeah, he can admit he is one but being taunted with that by a sore loser is rich. If you were a man twice your size and twenty-three (or is it twenty-four?) times less cute, he would've been inclined to kill you for the disrespect. Luckily for you, Abuto's nursing something sweet for your eyes and smile, even when you're being a chit, like now.

But for that snide comment, he picks his cards up and he's gonna keep it fair.

And so you continue your losing streak as sullen tears courses its way down your cheek, smudging the ink on the cards. The outer layer reveals a white shift underneath. And underneath the white shift

Miraculously, the tables are turned and Abuto starts losing. And the reason for this is because Abuto's not thinking with his sensible head anymore, he's starting to think with his Yato dick.

And the reason for that, is this: Your tits, squishing against the confinements of your bra. The slope of your vulnerable tummy, heaving up and down with each shallow breath. The plumpness of your thighs, accentuated as you squeeze them together tightly, trying very hard to not draw them up into your chest to hide your goose-fleshed body. Holy shit, those panties—

His cock is uncomfortably swollen to full capacity from skin, lavender, and lace, and he's losing his clothes at a rapid rate. His socks, then his shirt, then the arm (you begin to protest this, but Abuto tears it off, crumbles the metal, and tosses it to the floor without much ado).

Then he wins a round again, and you visibly fluster, hands wringing, eyes shy and shining from tears (from embarrassment and arousal at this point because Abuto's bare chest is doing fucking wonders to you), there's only your bra or panties left, and you're not sure which would be better, so you

slide off your panties, wiggling your hips side to side (and if Abuto thought his dick is as hard as it was ever gonna get, then he is wrong), but it's hard to completely remove it without parting your legs a bit, and both you and Abuto blankly stare as you slither the panties away and something clear and liquid strings from the sodden fabric, connecting to your flushed folds peeking between the mess of your thighs.

"You win." Abuto breathes out with a bark of laughter, collapsing back into his seat. "You win, you little shithead."

I can't stop writing so damn much for Abuto. So. Damn. Much. But I can't condense this shit despite my best wishes, sorry.