#he has a dirty mouth in this one hehehehe

[mrsackermannx]

Honey, I’m home…

GOJO SATORU X FEM READER MDNI

tags: ceo/dad/husband gojo, smut, light degradation (use of slut twice), not pet play but he calls her a kitty, exhibitionism (gojo is on a zoom call), teasing, one shot.

wc: 3.7k

a/n: after the manga and the anime last week, this was needed for me to revive (an oldie from the drafts) 😭 not to mention spanish uni is kicking my ass so satoru is keeping me sane rn hahaha 🫣

Eating breakfast alone was seldom done in the Gojo household, because Satoru liked the kind of breakfasts that looked like they do in the movies. 

An assortment of brightly coloured fruits and pancake stacks, his wife by his side, a smug grin on his face as he sipped his coffee and asked everyone what they’d be doing with their day. The odd dad joke or two, or more. 

You snorted quietly at the thought, pausing at the fridge door. The kids were at Megumi and Yuuji’s, so they couldn’t tease you for being sentimental, or groan at the photos their embarrassing father insisted be plastered to the fridge.

Heart shapes, letters, bunnies, an assortment of magnets stuck decades worth of fond memories to the appliance. Your daughter’s first birthday, with Satoru at her side helping her blow out the candles, your second son’s first time at a water park on Satoru’s shoulders, last Christmas vacation in the Philippines.  

Your eyes crinkled as you took notice of your favourite one, stroking the scrawl of Satoru’s handwriting on the Polaroid’s border. “Mr and Mrs Gojo.” 

The polaroid was the lovesick image of you and Satoru in Italy for your honeymoon.

You can remember the warmth of the evening, and how pink the sunburn was on the tip of his nose. Oh how the sun had bronzed the nape of his neck, making his white hair all the more a stark contrast. His cologne was sweet and intoxicating as his large hands dwarfed your cheeks, as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. You could feel his smile as he did so, laughing at the cheers that engulfed you both. The faces visible behind you both were flushed and merry as your hands clasped. 

One of your favourite photos.

Your husband’s position as CEO of his clan’s company afforded all the luxuries a woman and a family could desire. But sometimes everybody needed Satoru. There were nights you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, only to be left with cold sheets and him muttering into his phone down the hall at the crack of dawn, Ijichi beeping just outside already. 

Satoru always told you to be selfish, to put yourself first, to be bold with your desires. But you found it hard to voice when you were feeling —greedy about him. When you were feeling so possessive you wanted to drive over to headquarters when he was doing overtime, and fuck him right in his office so everybody would know that work wasn’t his only priority. 

He’d been gone a mere twelve days, and he went on these trips three times a year, max—granted. And Satoru normally had his best men on them but sometimes he had to go too.

You almost scalded your lap with tea when you heard steps clicking through the foyer. You held your breath waiting for a sunny and inevitable rendition of a ‘Honey, I’m home!’ 

Instead you heard the surely jet-lagged mumble of your husband instead. “I forgot about it because I was overseas Nanami! You know you ought to let loose if you really think I should’ve come straight to headquarters as soon as I landed!”

He was positively barking on the line when his suitcases reached a sudden halt and he saw a peek of you in the kitchen. You grinned, jumping to your feet to greet him though he only gestured to his phone with a tired smile. 

You blew him a kiss and his shoulders slackened, finally dropping his bags. “Yes, bu-I’m already home! I’m not heading through traffic just to-“

You reclined back on your stool, grinning at him when he pointed an imaginary gun to his head at Nanami’s audible ranting on the other line.

“Fine, I’ll be on the call in five!” He ripped off his jacket and headed down the foyer, “Morning babe!” he boomed, “Didn’t wake you, did I?” 

His voice echoed down the hall. When you reached him you stood at the foot of the stairs, your hands on your hips. You arched one brow before you spoke through gritted teeth, “No, you didn’t.” 

The deep split of your robe was exposing the planes of your smooth skin, teasing slithers of your breasts and your belly button. He wanted nothing more than to get on his knees and worship you as if it were a holy day. He wanted your thighs swung over his shoulders, and his mouth right between them. 

He mentally cursed at the thought, releasing a deep sigh into his palm. “You okay, sweetheart?”

He didn’t even have the time. 

“Fine, and you?”

He could hear in your voice you were on the edge of asking something, asking for more. After so many years of marriage he could smell when a bad mood was brewing from you, better yet taste it. 

He tried to fool you as if it were easy, that signature grin, a smooth click of those fingers. “Nothing! Just gotta sit in on this meeting, goddess.” He winked, “Let’s catch up in a bit.”

The entire interaction had left you dumbfounded, standing in the foyer and suddenly feeling lonelier than you did eating breakfast alone. Somehow.

“Gojo fucking Satoru,” you hissed to yourself. “Do not goddess me.” 

Had someone replaced your husband with a clone? Satoru could have flown halfway across the world and back, after not seeing you for more than a day was enough to make him needier than ever. He always came back, desperate and ready to devour you.

You were unsettled, but quickly renewed with courage when you approached his study half an hour later and heard him speaking. His voice was back to its usual, chirpy and light.

You wavered for several seconds, loosening your robe before you slipped inside.

He was gesturing wildly with his hands, relaying the success of his trip no doubt. But when he saw you his eyes narrowed and then darkened. 

You resisted a smirk when you heard Choso’s voice seconds later. “Why’d you turn your camera off?” 

Then Toji’s, husky and bored. “We don’t have to see his smug face, do we?” he spat. “Anyway, I’m fucking falling asleep here. It’s early. You gonna continue or what?”

Satoru hummed, his voice now entirely reserved for you as his eyes were all over those bare thighs of yours. You were sprawled out on his chaise lounge and scrolling through your phone.

He cleared his throat, “Bad signal, sorry about that.” 

His eyes didn’t leave you, not even once. You could feel his gaze all over your skin, as scorching as the sun as you stretched and yawned where you lay. Languid and feigning innocence as you arched your back slightly and felt your robe slip enough to expose your bare breasts.

You heard a sharp intake of breath and continued stretching this way and that. But after minutes of this torment and his various sighs to grab your attention you relented and turned a fraction.

Lust was pooling in those crystalline eyes, turning them dark. If they were usually like waves sparkling in the morning sun, they were now akin to a bottomless ocean with a crescent moon’s light. 

A breath passed and you rose to your feet, mischief tipping the corners of your lips up into something erotic and enchanting to your husband. He tilted his head, asking a silent question as he hummed in agreement to whatever the hell Nanami had just said.

You shifted onto your knees and crawled between his legs and he smirked as if the sight amused him. You rested your cheek on his thigh, like a needy cat waiting to be played with. How dare you act as if you were waiting in apprehension when those eyes of yours said anything but.

His eyes finally flickered with warning, but not the red-light kind of warning, the kind that oozed with a dominance so overpowering that you bowed your head and took to quietly unzipping his pants. 

His teeth clenched in anticipation before he jabbed at his keyboard to mute himself, and gave you his attention. “Bored, huh? I can give you something worthwhile to do, honey. Just wanted something to suck on? Yeah?” he cooed, his voice dripping so sweetly in condescension that it made your teeth hurt.

He chuckled when you nodded eagerly, running this thumb over your lower lip as he unbuckled his belt one-handed. “I know, baby. I know. Ready for me?”

You grinned, opening your mouth for him to push his thumb into it first. “Be good to me, yeah? I don’t wanna have to cut my meeting short because you think it’s funny to tease.”

He spoke to you as if he was saying something as mundane as remember to take an umbrella today. Rather than a man who was now loudly slapping the tip of his cock on the tongue of his needy wife during a conference call. 

His low groans reverberated through your core, every inch of your skin waiting to be touched by your lover. The sweet and salty taste of him kissed your tastebuds and came with a rueful delayed reaction. At first it helped soothe the aching arousal between your legs but then it made you even needier. 

“How’s that for my spoiled little sweetheart? Heh heh, like a needy little cat, aren’t ya? Licking up every last drop.”

“Not as needy as you,” you purred, pulling away just in time for his arousal to drip onto your lower lip. “Meow.”

His brows knitted together at the sight, his arousal was glistening and smeared all over your lips.

“No, no. Don’t,” he hissed, before his voice sweetened. “Swallow it for me, baby. I’ve gotta get back to work.”

He winked and put a finger to his lips before asking Geto to repeat whatever convoluted question that had been background noise just moments ago. 

You smiled in glee around his dick when his voice wobbled the further you took him down your throat, doing your best to remain quiet just under his desk. But as usual, it was Satoru who threatened to blow your cover—as usual. 

You swelled with pride when he threw his head back, Adam's apple bobbing frantically and his chest heaving back and forth. 

It was Nanami who noticed first, interrupting Geto’s presentation when he hears a shaky breath stuttering through the laptop at the end of the conference table. “Gojo? Are we boring you?”

“Ah, no!” He scrambled forward so quickly he swiped a pot of stationery clean off his desk. Not without bumbles of laughter from the meeting room of men.

 “Just…working out!” he managed through gritted teeth, one hand still cradling the back of your head and guiding your sweet and unforgiving mouth back and forth. 

Toji sighed, the oldest of the men and the least naive. “You choose to do that shit now?”

Choso yawned, glancing toward an agitated Nanami. “What shit are we discussing?”

Nanami sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You’d know if you weren’t asleep, and Gojo save the workout for after the meeting, please. Let’s proceed.”

“Not my fault, I had to stay up and help Yuuji cram for an exam,” Choso mumbled. 

“Aww! Choso-nii!” Suguru laughed, “Satoru, are you hearing this?”

You were both momentarily so grateful for his team’s ability to bicker about anything down to the probability of rain that day, that you were bringing Satoru to heights of pleasure he’d not even dared anticipate. One he was laughably jet lagged and two he was in an incredibly important meeting but he couldn’t care less.

“Oh fuck, baby. Oh—juust like that!” he spluttered, unable to think about anything else other than the way you were flicking your tongue along his shaft. You sucked and rubbed your wet lips along that sensitive spot of his that made him whimper upon contact.

You fucking devil.

Suguru burst into laughter first, without Satoru’s arm the sounds of him slapping the table in his hysterics filled the room, then followed Sukuna’s laughter. “Is that pretty little wife of yours home by any chance?” he cackled, then Satoru was sure he heard Toji’s laughter but he was already too far gone. 

He hissed as he pulled you off his cock, coughing to smother the audible popping sound. His teeth sinking into his lower lip at the lewd sight of saliva drooling down onto your chest. “I hate you,” he hissed in a whisper. Before muting the call to allow you both to compose yourself, whilst Nanami scolded the team.

Then he was ready.

He cleared his throat before he spoke, “Sorry about that! My wife was giving me a quick massage before she headed out for work. You know how much sleeping on aeroplanes messes with my neck, right Nanami? Please, proceed.”

The sooner this ended the better. 

Sukuna snorted first, “Are you sure you weren’t fucking her?” 

“Would you refrain from referring to my wife like that, Sukuna? You are already on two strikes, aren’t you?” Satoru’s voice was so short and stern that even Nanami held his breath. 

“As I said, let’s continue.”

A chorus of “yes sir” had Satoru smirking down at you on the floor. His eyes locked on you as he made quick work of the mouse and pushed his keyboard aside, tapping the edge of your desk. 

You sprang to your feet to sit, the air thick with tension as he untied your robe to reveal the bare skin beneath it. “Oh baby, just look at you,” he purred, bringing his chair closer just to marvel at the sight before him.

His large hands gripped your breasts, sucking and licking until you relaxed and sank your hands into his hair, guiding him to where you needed him most. He was eager to please, his eyes not breaking from yours for even a second as he leaned forward and kissed your pussy, grinning when he found you slick and dripping for him.

He suckled on your clit until you mewled, his lips fitted to the bud as his tongue swirled and licked until you were gasping out his name. “Gojo? So, how did you find their sales department?” Nanami exhaled, “Gojo?”

He broke from you with an apologetic grin, assuming that sharp CEO voice as he flicked his mic back on. “Yeah, as I told Yaga when I was there the energy was not quite what I expected. It was interesting to see how their team implemented the techniques in which…”

But his words were lost on you, your teeth sunk into your lip as he flicked the tips of his fingers against your swollen clit. The movements were so deft and precise that they were turning your brain into mush, but they were also so tortuously light that you couldn’t handle it anymore. Heat rushed to your cheeks. Your eyes clamped shut.

Satoru removed his hand, tapping your thigh to grab your attention. He pointed to his cock with a smirk. “Ride me,” he mouthed. “Now.”

“Choso, how was your trip to Kyoto? Did you manage any meetings with the execs?” he continued, squeezing the backs of your thighs whilst you grabbed the base of him and hovered above his cock. 

“Well, I took my brother so I didn’t have a lot of time to….”

You shook your head, gulping when he flicked his finger across that mouse pad once more. 

“Ah? You gonna leave me hanging? That’s cruel, darling. More my style than yours. But as long as you keep quiet, we shouldn’t have a problem.” His voice was silky, and just ever so slightly mean, but it aroused you and he knew it. “Can’t have them hearing you like this, baby. Like you’re some kind of slut.” 

“Satoru, I won’t be able to be quiet, I can wait till after I-“

He tutted, sweeping his hands under your thighs as his gaze hardened. “You clearly can’t, so come on darling, sit on it for me, yeah? You know I hate these fucking meetings so help me get through it and fuck me.” He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, until you were letting him take full control of your mouth.

“I’m just so tired baby, need you to take care of me,” he moaned into your lips. “I know you can, baby. I know your pussy needs me inside, huh?” he cooed, rutting his cock against your slicked cunt.

“Yes,” you whimpered, pulling away to find his his cheeks dusted with pink and his eyes barely open,

“Yeah?” 

You nodded, slotting one arm around his neck whilst you guided him to your cunt and began to sink down on him. “Oh fuuck,” he cursed, his voice leaving him in short hot bursts of air against your neck. 

“That’s it baby, go on. You’re gonna have to move for me baby. Go slow for me. Fuck me, touch me.”

His eyes fluttered shut as he guided your hands under his shirt, feeling your touch like this was enough to make him come sometimes. “Baby, fuck me. Come on.”

“Can’t. I’ll be noisy,” you whined, only a few inches full but yet struggling to focus on whatever Choso was rambling about and then promptly being interrupted by Geto and then Sukuna. 

“You’ve gotta make this up to me baby, didn’t touch myself the entire time I was away. You’re gonna make me lose it. This is your fault.”

“M’ sorry! I thought you wanted it. You were hard already!” 

“I always want you, baby. I always want it. Let me show you.” 

He lifted his hips and filled you in one fluid moment, both of your voices embracing in one sweet and lengthy moan. Before he was moaning with every thrust, “Cause you were prancing around my office looking too pretty like that baby, I’m about to show you just how much.” 

Your pussy clutched him so tight at the praise he groaned and found his lips landing on your own with a magnetic, desperate pull from within his heart. How lucky he was to come back home to you.

“Good girl, you knew exactly what I wanted, knew I wanted to come home and fuck you just like this.”

He watched your pussy drool down his cock as you moved up and down on it, tentative and hungry for him. Your pupils were blown wide, like you were drunk on him, like you had been waiting for the moment you could be like this with him.

It made his cock twitch, the sensation making you quiver and smother your noises into your palm. You stopped, his full length sheathed inside of you, the relief and pleasure that contorted your features was truly beautiful, the sight he’d been waiting for. You tried desperately to catch your breath, “Need a second.”

He brought you closer, wrapping an arm around your back as he whispered. “Huh? You needy little thing, I thought you couldn’t—fuckin’—wait.” Each word was separated by a breath as your cunt fluttered from his low, and reprimanding tone. “No way. No.”

He felt so good. He was filling you so well.

He flicked himself of mute to hum along to Toji’s thoughts of Choso’s pitch. But his breaths were growing more and more laboured. You turned to see Nanami’s face growing pink. “You falling asleep there or pumping one out before you crash man?” Sukuna asked.

“Sorry! I just—” His chest heaved, and he closed his eyes to take a breath just as your pussy was teasing his tip, so close but not close enough. You grinned as you took revenge and slammed down on him all at once, “Oh fuck!” he groaned.

“Sleeping on that plane really got my neck, just had to crack it.”

Toji leaned to look into the camera a huge smirk on his face, “Is your fucking wife with you?”

“What, of course not,” he answered, his pants surely audible the other end. “In the gym actually.”

“Are you serious?”

“Carry on with the meeting I don’t have all day.” That was his no bullshit tone. The sound of it making you throb so wildly he was all smug, a little ‘hmph’ leaving his lips as he muted the call once more.

Nanami stiffened, “Yes sir, Ijichi proceed.”

“You’re gonna pay for that, darling,” he breathed, locking your hips in place so he could pound up into you with ruthless precision. You were a whimpering mess, arms around his neck squeezing impossibly tight as you had no other choice but to take all he was offering.

“Toru, Toru! Toru!” Your voice climbed higher with every thrust, the lewd sounds of your moans only amplified by the high walls of his slick, black study. 

“Please, m’ sorry. Gonna come, gonna make a mess,” you cried.

“Oh yeah? I know you will.” His thumb started on your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had your lower half jolting and squirming, as his cock hit that spot like a hammer to a nail. All too perfect, all too precise, like everything your husband did.

Closer and closer, until you were pulling on his hair, body coated so much in sweat your hands resigned to clawing down his nape instead. 

“Please!”

“No baby, make a fucking mess. How could I ever say no to my wife? They all know it, you know it.”

“Important meeting…Nanami’ll get mad at me! He’ll know!”

“Fuck Nanami, fuck work, fuck everyone. Focus on me. Go on, oh? Too much?” He laughed, kissing down your throat. “You can cry baby, fuck yourself on my cock like there’s no fucking tomorrow,” he growled.

“Use me, use me, use me.”

You finally bursted but Satoru was still moving his hips like the sadist he truly was. “Feels too good doesn’t it baby, doesn’t it?” 

He laughed at the fluids covering your thighs and soiling his pants. “Fuuck, baby you’re so hot.”

Kissing your temple fondly, you both startled as you came back to reality. “Gojo!”

His fingers made quick work of his mouse. “Sorry! Sorry! I had to take an important call.”

“But um, listen I’m gonna have to go.” 

Luckily for him you’d slowed down so he could finally get his breaths even, chuckling and trying to sound as blasé as he could muster. “I’ve really gotta go! Nanami, update me, yeah!”

He ended the call before they could even complain.

You stood, legs shaking as you leant over to grab your robe. But Satoru was already gripping your ass from behind, “Where do you think you’re going? Shall I put another baby in ya this morning? You’re in heat after all. Clearly three aren’t enough, huh?”

He mounted you over his desk, his chest flat against your back as he filled you up all at once. “Why you so wet for, huh?” he groaned, already hitting that spot inside you that had you whining. “Because you’re a needy little slut who sucked me off—whilst I was busy working—or from squirting all over me and the desk? Come on baby! Tell me?”

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[bitchimasnake-sss]

"let me help you out" ft. the monster trio!

in which, an experienced you gets to teach them something new

ft. (inexperienced) luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

warnings: short nsfw drabbles; oral (both m!receiving and f!receiving), dirty talk, handjob, sub!op men (im a whore for pathetic men)

luffy:

bark bark woof woof icanbealightshade-

- "aww?" you nibbled on his earlobe, deft fingers swiftly moving up and down his shaft, "are you okay luffy?" - "it feels so good u-gh" he was panting, eyes closed, lips bitten till they were red, hair damp and tangled words on the tip of his tongue, "ple-ease please don't stop ha-" "hm?" you teased, licking a stripe from the base of his throat to his jaw, "what will i get in return?" - "anything" his hand is on top of yours, calloused fingers pumping his dick alongside your delicate ones, "anything you want, i will do i- it" "hands to yourself, baby you know the rules" pressing open-mouthed kisses against his tattered skin, you move downwards till youre sucking on his tip, swirling your tongue slowly and tasting the salty precum - "relax" you whispered as you licked up his cock, tracing the faint veins with the tip of your tongue as he shivered under you - as you're sucking his dick, he stretches it ever so slightly so that it's hitting the back of your throat. he lowly whispers, "just w-anna see your throat getting fucked" - you let him do as he pleases - after all, first times are supposed to be fun aren't they?

zoro:

im not above the temptations of the flesh im afraid

- you're pushing zoro against the wall, kissing him as he stares at you with wide eyes "yn?" he's whispering against your hot kisses, looking down at your tits as they spill out of a flimsy tank top, sensitive even to your most casual touches, "somebody's gonna see us, baby" "let me help you, zoro" - the rest of the crew was doing their usual around the deck and thankfully, nobody had wandered into your little corner yet - you bite down on his pulse, tasting the citrusy soap on his skin and leaving behind purple bruises - when he moans, you press a hand onto his mouth, "shh, they'd hear us. you don't want to let them see you like this right? so obviously fucked out by me?" - and then you're on your knees, pulling down his pants and freeing his cock from the cloth-bound cage. you look up at him, biting your lip as you give him an innocent look, "can i suck your dick hm?" "somebody's gonna catc- fuck, god, fuc- k" his breath hitches as you take half of his dick in, swirling your tongue and playing with the hard cock, "darling, quit playin'" - his back is pressed against the wall and his hips are matching the torturous rhythm of your hand, he's fucking himself, rutting desperately into your hands as his grip in your hair tightens "'m so close, so so close, angel, fu-ck" he throws his head back, hands pulling your mouth to his cock again, "faster, fasterf- please baby" you hum against his member, "wanna cum on my face?" - never have you seen this man come undone so soon

sanji:

hehehehe marry me 💍💍

- "yn, yn, yn~" he's rutting into air, waiting for any sort of friction that you deprive him of, "please don't make me wait" - he whimpers as you slip a finger in and moan out his name, you smile at him through the stimulation, "i thought you wanted to just see?" "let me touch it just once pleas-" "sanji, sit still" you silence him, letting your fingers mercilessly circle your own clit as you choke down sobs and cries - when you were done, you crawled over, making him taste your fingers, "see, you were so patient, so, now i should give something in return shouldn't i?" - he's whimpering when you palm him through his dress slacks and realize suddenly that he ha already cum "aw? that all you could take?" he flushes and as you continue palming him, he feels himself getting hard, grnding against your soft hands, "please yn, please don't make me wait" "aww, if you're in a hurry come help me" you encourage and he's pumping himself with your pace. - his eyes are rolled back, head thrown back as he struggles to breathe,"pl-ease just a little more, please plea" - his face is flushed as his cums undone in your hand

a/n: hope you enjoyed this lol and please please let me know the artists if you know them, full credit for the art to them!!

[xxsunoosprincess]

Enhypen’s Favorite Positions (OT6)

How Enhypen likes to fuck you.

pairings: Enhypen legal line x reader

warnings: 18+, minors dni, fem!reader for Jay and Sunghoon, otherwise gender neutral!reader, light spanking, mentions of masturbation, overstim, and roughish sex.

Heeseung’s Favorite Position: Spooning

There is something so intimate about this position, it genuinely makes him feral. Beware anytime y’all are spooning. It doesn’t matter if it’s on the couch, the bed, hell, even during movie night with his band mates: the moment he has your ass pressed back against him he is bricked up. Maybe it’s the size difference? He doesn’t know. All he knows is that during those late nights on tour when he’s is alone in his hotel room, his mind immediately goes to wrapping his arm around your waist as he drives his cock into you from behind!! <3

Jay’s Favorite Position: Lotus

You guys never intentionally end up in this position, but more often than not, it makes its appearance in your night. Pulled into his lap, you can feel his thick cock so so deep! As soon as you throw your head back in pleasure, he’s mouthing at your tits. Sucking, biting, groping, all of the above… you can hardly fault him for the way his hips jerk up and he forces himself deeper. Boob lover Jay agenda in full force. He just loves seeing your face contort in pleasure, so this is perfect for my little romantic.

Jake’s Favorite Position: Reverse Cowgirl

Has Jake ever seen a more beautiful sight than your ass bouncing on his lap? No. Literally never. Doesn’t matter how often he sees it, he lets out a pleased sigh every time. Reclined back against the headboard, hands behind his head. This must be paradise. He loves seeing the handprints he leaves behind on your cheeks. And he’s just so loud! Moaning and whining… ugh how dreamy. He tries to be gentle, he really does, but he can only let you take charge for so long before things take their inevitable course. Rough grip on your waist as he fucks up into you, letting out those pretty moans all the while.

Sunghoon’s Favorite Position: Missionary

I am here to take down the rough dom Sunghoon agenda. This bastard is so soft for you it isn’t funny. Expect tender touches to your face, deep kissing, and some dirty praise while he bullies his cock into you. “Sweet girl takes me so well” type mfer. I’m sure of it. I really do think he is another romantic… still exploring himself and a little shy about it >_< !! He gets a little flustered when you mention try to talk about your sex life with him so be gentle… doesn’t mean he isn’t going to lay the best pipe of your life. I know this might be a controversial take but it’s MY TRUTH.

Sunoo’s Favorite Position: Mating Press

I think Sunoo is another one that is really soft and tender during sex. It’s the skin-to-skin contact, the sloppy kisses, and dry humping that screams “I want you so so bad!!” that gets his cock filling out in his pants (He has the prettiest cock ever but that’s a story for another time). That’s why I chose a mating press for him… when he is rutting into you and you wrap your legs around his waist or he has you near folded in half he has to fight cumming instantly.

Jungwon’s Favorite Position: Cowgirl

Hehehehe this made me smile. Just imagine him squirming and whimpering as you ride him. Actual art. So whiny and needy. Tells you how much he loves you over and over as he moves his hips with yours. Be gentle because he gets pussy drunk soooo easily. Mind goes blank and probably overstimulates both of you until you are both in tears. Loves when you lay on top of him as you catch your breath together, loves taking care of you. Declaring him the king of aftercare.

END.

Author’s note: Just a short lil thing to test formatting on mobile! Hope y’all enjoy. xx - princess

[juyeonszn]

BAD IDEA RIGHT?

PAIRING lee juyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 4.10k

GENRES … smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, literally porn with plot. like i’m so insane, enemies to “we fuckin” as reese put it 🥰, frat boy tbz again!!!, juyo is literally so irritating in the first half im not even gonna lie, he’s also a manwhore, making out, reader is a bit of a brat, juyeon has a dirty mouth, kinda dom!juyeon, vaginal fingering, oral (m! receiving), SHOWER SEX !12!1!, he’s hitting it from the back btw, unprotected sex, creampie, juyeon is actually… i don’t even know how to describe him writing his character made me want to claw at the walls lol

SUMMARY deep down you’re fully aware that you’re probably making a huge mistake by giving into juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. but paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you can’t seem to find a logical reason to stop.

MORE heheheh im back 🤭 oh my god this was actually the cause of a week full of sleepless nights. i genuinely drove myself crazy writing this bc NEED FRRRR like idk i’m so 😭 delusional. ANYWAYS. ANON. THIS ONE IS FOR U. U REQUESTED THIS AND I RAN WITH IT. u wanted more juyeon, i deliver more juyeon ;) also shout out to ally, moni, AND reese for beta’ing 🥺 i love u my cupcakes!! prompt used: 18 <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble

If there was anyone on Earth that you hated more than anything, it had to be Lee Juyeon.

To put things plainly, he was quite literally the bane of your existence. Being around him made your blood pressure skyrocket and gave you migraines that lasted for days. It was insane how one person could affect you so much by doing so little. It seemed as if he thrived off of getting under your skin.

Considering he was the captain and the pitcher of the baseball team, it wasn’t shocking. He was also a member of one of the most popular fraternities on campus. But he happened to be roommates with one of your best friends, and that made it ten times worse.

You’d known Changmin since third grade, along with Kevin and Chanhee. When he mentioned he’d be joining a fraternity in college, you were a bit apprehensive. All you knew about them was what you’d read in YA books and seen in movies. Neither gave them a good rep. Part of you wanted to talk him out of it, but you knew this was something you had to let him do, given you were adults and it was his college experience. At least you still had the other two under one roof.

The first time you met Juyeon was also the first time you attended a frat party. Changmin had just passed his initiation after waiting a year and he invited all of you to celebrate. You were excited for the most part since high school parties were more for an adrenaline rush due to the fact that your parents never let you go to them and you either snuck out or lied about going. You didn’t have to worry about the limitations of parents this go around.

The boys disappeared almost immediately upon arrival, leaving you to fend for yourself in the very crowded fraternity house. You could hardly pass through a room without bumping into somebody’s shoulder or elbow, huffing as you maneuver around the house equivalent to a sardine can. Your drink nearly spilled onto your top multiple times and you were glad you decided against the heels for the night.

You chugged the rest of the jungle juice in your cup as you stepped onto the patio, where it’s just as noisy and just as packed. You’re lucky enough to find an empty lounge chair near the house’s pool, unoccupied and calling your name. When your legs touch the plastic chair, you flinch at how hot it is, most likely from being in the sun all day.

“Woah, do you want a cushion?”

You look up at the source of the voice. You’ve seen him around campus before, and even at Changmin’s games. Lee Juyeon was just one of those people that you had to know, unless you’d been living under a rock. Just like everyone else in the world, you couldn’t deny how attractive he was. From this distance, you truly understood why girls would giggle like high schoolers over the guy.

“Uh, sure. Yeah, that would be great actually.” You nod, watching as he wanders towards the shed in the corner of the big ass backyard. He returns promptly, holding his red solo cup between his teeth and one hand on your lower back guiding you to a standing position so he could place down the cushion.

“As a thank you, can I get your name?” He gives you a cocky little smile that should’ve been a warning. And looking back on it, you should’ve seen his true personality sooner, to be completely honest. The way his lips curled at the corners, like a conniving bastard who got off on irritating others.

“It’s Y/N,” you say, messing with your empty cup. “I’d ask for yours, but I kinda already know.”

He laughs at that, scratching the back of his neck. “That’s not surprising.” It’s at this point that you’re starting to see through his sweet facade, but despite knowing better— despite always keeping your guard up— you let yourself fall for it just this once. All because you didn’t want to fuck things up for Changmin. He owed you big time.

“Well, you are a talented athlete.” You didn’t want to fuel what is probably already a massive ego, but you’d rather compliment his baseball skills than the fact that he was infamous for screwing around with half of the girls on campus. Technically, that was a feat of its own since he’d only been in school for a year.

“Oh, so you think I’m talented?” He rested a hand on your chair, leaning down to your level. Confidence oozed from every corner of his being and if you weren’t so self aware, perhaps you could’ve ended up like all those other victims of his charismatic behavior.

“I go to the games for Changmin,” you scoff, glancing away from his face to stop the heat rising up your neck. “I’ve only paid attention to you once or twice.”

“Yeah, sure. Let's go with that,” he bites his lip, blatantly checking you out. “I wouldn’t mind paying attention to you a little.”

“I’m unimpressed, Juyeon,” you snort, raising an eyebrow at him. “Does this shit really work on everyone?”

“I can drop the act if you want, baby. Just let me know when you’re ready to stop playing hard to get.” He stands upright, running a hand through his hair.

Every time you ran into Lee Juyeon after that, he was more and more insufferable. He knew his influence on you, too, if his smug fucking grin was anything to go by. You wish you could just slap it off of him. However, you stood by being the bigger person in any given situation, so that was off the table. (And half of you still felt a moral obligation to not get your friend into hot water.)

“Would it kill you to play nice every once in a while? I do live with the dude, you know.” Changmin whines, trailing you in the supermarket like a lost puppy.

“He’s got a point, N/N,” Kevin adds, humming as he tosses a boxed dinner into the cart. “I get that he’s a little bit of an overconfident douche, but rolling your eyes at him when he hasn’t even done anything just makes it worse on you. And JiChang, too, I guess.”

“Bro…”

You weren’t even sure why he decided to tag along with you and the other boys when you mentioned grocery shopping. In fact, he might as well have stayed his ass home if he was just going to gang up on you the whole time. Chanhee sighs dramatically, bringing your shopping cart to a halt.

“Can we not have a peaceful grocery trip? Is that impossible or something?” His lips form a thin line. “I swear, all we do is talk about how much Y/N hates Lee Juyeon. Can we please move on?”

“Thank you, Chanhee, I agree,” you nod along, walking backwards as you do so and ignoring the faces your friends make. “He makes me want to kill myself.”

“Who makes you want to kill yourself?”

You jump up, frightened by the sudden voice in your ear. Your friends all give you sheepish smiles, as if they’d already tried to warn you. (What shitty jobs they did.) With a hand over your heart, you turn around to meet— speak of the devil— none other than Lee Juyeon himself.

“What are you doing here?” Your eyes narrow and your arms cross over your chest. Luck could never be on your side when it came to this guy.

“Uh, last I checked, this was a public supermarket. Where I can publicly shop. I wasn’t aware that I had to run that by you. So sorry, sweetheart.” He pouts, his expression so theatrical you nearly give in to your constant urge to punch him in the face.

You feel your eye twitch, and it takes everything in you to step back and assess just how bad it would be if you committed murder right now. Changmin comes to your rescue, doing damage control as best as he can while Kevin attempts to talk you out of becoming a criminal.

The two frat brothers do their little fraternity handshake thing and then finally he’s out of sight, out of mind, allowing you to visibly relax. Chanhee purses his lips. “Okay, so maybe I do see where the anger comes from. And holy shit, Y/N, you have the patience of a saint.”

“The person you have called is unavailable! At the tone, please leave a message. When you have finished recording, you may—”

“Goddammit.” You curse, ending the unsuccessful call.

The downside of working far from campus, was working far from campus. You didn’t have your own car and usually relied on one of your roommates for a ride to and from. But now here you are, stranded at work while it’s pouring cats and dogs outside. Kevin was in class and Chanhee wasn’t picking up his phone. You could call Changmin, but you’re pretty sure he also had a class around this time.

Just as you’re about to succumb to your demise, you receive a text from Chanhee.

[2:57 pm] michael jackson: IM SO SORRY AJNSSJNW BUT SOMETHING CAME UP WITH A GROUP PROJECT

[2:57 pm] michael jackson: DONT WORRY THOUGH, IVE GOT IT COVERED UR STILL GETTING PICKED UP

“Could today get any worse?” You mutter to yourself, locking your phone and tossing it into your purse. As if your timing couldn’t be better, you spoke entirely too soon. Your eyes squint at the unfamiliar car rolling up under the carport. Your brows furrowed in confusion, because you had no idea who could be your saving grace. Chanhee was a wild card so who knew who he had on speed dial.

But then the passenger window rolls down and you wish the ground would just swallow you whole. Lee Juyeon grins that stupid fucking grin of his, beckoning you to his car as it unlocks when he shifts into park. You shake your head.

“No way. There is absolutely no way I am getting into that car.” You shout over the pelting rain.

Juyeon tsks, his eyes rolling when he reaches over the center console to open the door for you. “Is there anyone else who would drop everything they’re doing to pick you up in this weather?”

Your lips pull into a flat line. The answer was no, you didn’t have anyone else who would drop everything they were doing to pick you up in this weather. That was the reason Juyeon was here, you supposed. It didn’t mean you weren’t at least going down without a fight, though. Except, Lee Juyeon was a man who was all too comfortable with how expressive you were. Most notably towards him.

“What? Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?”

“Fuck you. I’d rather walk.” You seethe, starting straight in the direction of your apartment. Juyeon groans at first, your constant need to prove yourself getting on his nerves for once. Then his eyes widen slightly when he realizes you’re not joking.

The truth was that the rain was freezing and you’d love to be in the shelter of a warm car. In fact, you didn’t really care that Juyeon was the person driving. But you were too deep into the bit now. You couldn’t just turn around and get in the car, for you had a pride to protect at this point.

“Shit.” Juyeon swears under his breath, reaching into the backseat to grab an umbrella. Sure he loved to tease you and rile you up, but he wasn’t cruel. Your friends would have his head on a silver platter if he let anything happen to you.

You pause in your steps when you’re no longer being showered in rain water. Juyeon holds the umbrella over your head with a worried expression. You feel kind of bad for making him chase after you even though he’d already gone out of his way to pick you up. Sometimes you wish your ego wasn’t so fragile. Maybe then you could accept help when you needed it instead of making things worse.

“Can you please stop being so stubborn and just get in the damn car, Y/N? Do you have to make everything difficult all the time?” Usually, pissing you off made him over the moon, but you can tell he’s not exactly pleased at the moment. You swallow thickly, nodding quietly and following him back to his car.

The whole drive to your apartment is silent save for the song playing on his speakers. It’s not as loud in comparison to the storm outside, but you’re grateful that it’s filling the space between you. If only Lee Juyeon hadn’t done such an excellent job ticking you off like a bomb, then maybe you would’ve just hopped in the passenger seat with ease. But no, he had to goad you until you made an irrational decision and now here you are.

As he pulls up to your building, you say a little prayer that you don’t regret your next actions. He stops as close to the stairs as he can, but you turn to him before unbuckling your seatbelt. With a deep breath, you ask, “Would you like to— uh— come inside?”

He glances from you to the stairs and then shrugs, parking in the nearest empty spot. He holds the umbrella over both of you as you make your way to your unit, lightly sprinting so you don’t get anymore soaked than you already are. You figured the least you could do was invite the dude into your home and offer him some hot tea, just so he could warm up before heading back to the TBZ house. Your roommates not being here to make fun of you was also a plus.

There’s still an unspoken tension even after you’ve shed your raincoats and shoes by the front door, settling into your apartment and its coziness. Juyeon sits at the breakfast bar as you busy yourself with preparing the kettle and getting a couple tea bags. His watchful gaze is a little intimidating now that you’ve seen his serious side.

Once you’ve finished making the tea, you set his mug in front of him. You look everywhere but him when you say, “I’m gonna take a shower if you’re okay waiting out here by yourself.” He doesn’t respond verbally, so you take it as your cue to leave.

You turn on the water to let it heat up before gathering your essentials. When you’ve completed your back and forth trip from the bathroom and your bedroom, you’re finally ready to just relax in your shower and forget about today’s events. But how could you ever truly relax with Lee Juyeon in your space, permeating your peace?

As you’re shutting the bathroom door, a foot jams itself between the threshold and stops you. You glance up from the floor to meet Juyeon’s eyes. They’re darker than you’re used to, a deep shade of brown that has your stomach twisting into knots.

“You know, Y/N, this game of cat and mouse is starting to get old,” he takes a step into the steaming room, locking the door behind him and trapping you. “Just admit to yourself that you want me.”

You sputter at his bold words, because you don’t. You don’t want Lee Juyeon. Why would you want Lee Juyeon? “I’m not gonna lie to myself. I don’t want you.”

He laughs humorlessly, closing the gap between you just a little more. You don’t have it in you to back away from him. He reaches a hand up to tuck some damp hair behind your ear. You’re still wet and cold from your stupid idea to walk in the rain, but Juyeon plans to warm you up perfectly. “You sure?”

“Positive,” you breathe.

“Why don’t we test that theory?” Now he’s got you backed into the wall, his face a hair’s breadth distance from your own. “I have a feeling I can change your mind.”

You don’t know if it’s the heat of the bathroom or Juyeon’s lips being so close, but so far simultaneously that has your brain turning into static. Your head feels fuzzy, like you’re watching TV on an empty channel through a blurry lens. You lick your lips, vision trained on his. “Why don’t we?”

That’s all the confirmation he needs to press your mouths together in a searing kiss, hotter than the temperature of the room. You feel him smile against you when you make no move to push him away, instead carding your fingers through his hair. He groans when you tug a bit, twirling the longer strands around your index.

His hands slip under your top, thumbs rubbing circles into your waist. This is a terrible idea. Deep down you’re fully aware that you’re probably making a huge mistake by giving into Juyeon just like every other girl on campus ever has. But paired with how intoxicating his mouth feels on your own and the steam filled bathroom clouding your head, you can’t seem to find a logical reason to stop.

When you part for air, you both start stripping your top layers, resuming your attacks on each other’s lips once you’re left in nothing but undergarments. Juyeon trails kisses along the side of your neck, nipping and sucking wherever he feels fit. You gasp when he finds that particular spot that contributes to the butterflies fluttering about your stomach. “God, you’re so annoying.”

“Yeah?” And despite getting ready to give you the pleasure of your life, his grin against your skin still manages to irritate you. “You hate me so much, huh?”

“Mhm,” you whine as his fingers dip beneath the band of your panties, toying with your sensitive cunt. “Hate you so bad— ah…”

“You might wanna shut up soon, sweetheart,” Juyeon warns, sliding his ring finger between your lower lips. “Or else I’ll give that mouth something to do.”

“I’ll do whatever I want,” you pull his hand from your underwear, kneeling in front of him when he furrows his eyebrows in confusion. Your nails scrape lightly down his abdomen before hooking into the waistband of his briefs, freeing him from the material. It takes a lot out of you to not visibly react at the sight of his cock, hard and flushed to the tip. You couldn’t dare inflate his ginormous ego, the situation you were currently in already doing enough on its own. His size is impressive too, making you wonder just how he expects you to take him like a champ.

“What a fucking brat,” he hisses, your tongue swiping along the underside of his dick. “Always gotta have the last word, don’t you?”

“Mmmm,” you moan, mouth full with just the tip. You’d never been the type of person who cared about size. As long as they knew what they were doing and made you finish, you held no qualms with their length. In fact, you don’t think you ever even paid much attention to anyone’s dick in your life. But if there was anything to back Lee Juyeon’s cockiness, it had to be, well, his cock.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this moment,” he confesses, wrapping your hair around his hand into a makeshift ponytail. “But, fuck, this is so much better.”

The admission shoots straight to your core and you find yourself whimpering, the vibrations against his dick driving him crazy. He has to support his weight with one hand flat to the wall, the other still tightly fisting your hair. With every suck and flick of your tongue, he tugs a little more, the sting on your scalp providing you with more pleasure than pain. You pull off of him to take a breath, jerking him off as you do so.

“Am I meeting your expectations?” You bat your eyelashes up at him, drool sliding down your chin and makeup smeared under your eyes in tear streaks. He groans at the sight of you, forcing you to a standing position so he could kiss you again.

You start dragging him towards the shower, unhooking your bra and stepping out of your panties. He raises an eyebrow at you, amused. “You want me to fuck you in the shower, baby? Have you slipping all over my cock?”

“Duh,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at his question, practically pawing at his underwear to get him out of them fully. “Did you think I sucked your dick on the bathroom floor for fun?”

“That mouth of yours is gonna get you in trouble one of these days.”

He kicks them off, reconnecting your lips as you step into the shower. The hot water hits your back almost like a massage, synchronously getting in your mouth as you make out with Juyeon aggressively. It’s like he can’t get enough of you, big hands kneading and groping everywhere and nowhere all at once. You feel insane, especially with how good of a kisser he is. It’s like you’re on cloud nine and nothing’s capable of bringing you down.

When he’s finally lost his patience, he spins you around, pressing you cheek first to the shower wall. You feel him against your lower back, his lips leveling with your ear. In spite of acting as if he had himself under control, you can hear the pant in his breathing, deep voice a little desperate than usual. He has a hand gripping your thigh and picking up your leg.

“No protection?” He asks, his cock already gliding between your folds in anticipation.

“Mm-mm,” you shake your head as best you can with his body sandwiching you to the tiled surface. “Wanna feel you raw.”

“Fuck, you can’t say shit like that to me,” Juyeon groans into your ear, giving no warning as he spits down your front and hikes your leg higher, thrusting into your cunt. “You’ll make me wanna stay buried in you forever.”

You moan, hand coming up to hold the side of his head as he fucks you into the shower wall. If someone were to ask about this very moment, you weren’t too sure how you’d defend yourself. A moment of weakness, perhaps? But if a moment of weakness felt this fucking good every time, you might fall into a habit of judgment lapses.

He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, nibbling and biting your shoulder and the surrounding area with each snap of his hips. The angle he drives into you at has stars forming at the back of your vision, the tip of his cock brushing that one spot deep inside of you whenever he thrusts up. You don’t even think his entire dick is in you as he does this, but you also don’t really have the mind to care, way too focused on memorizing the veins of his shaft with your walls.

You’re far too gone to consider the consequences of your actions, the horizon of your release just beyond your fingertips now. You’d never needed someone so viscerally before, so carnally. Yet here you were, sucking Lee Juyeon’s cock in with your pussy like you were a damn vacuum. The sounds you’re making bounce back and forth on the walls, no doubt louder than the shower water itself.

“I— I-I’m so— fuck,” you mewl, words wobbling. “I’m so, so close, Juyo.”

“Yeah, baby?” He sighs in your ear, nudging your sensitive clit with his thumb while raising your leg as much as he physically can. “Me too, where do you want me?”

“Inside,” you don’t think you even make sense anymore, babbling as he continues to fuck you stupid. “Please. Want you to cum inside me.”

Juyeon grits his teeth, pleased with himself that he didn’t orgasm right then and there. He uses his last ounce of strength to get the two of you off together. “C’mon, sweetheart, cum for me.”

The fogginess subsides pretty quickly after you’ve finished, your brain registering what just happened almost instantaneously. If you weren’t so hypersensitive, you would’ve pulled him out yourself and scrambled to flee the scene. (And maybe even the country.) There are many more rational thoughts running through your head now. The entire trajectory of your life has just been changed, whether you realized it or not. But the biggest issue was:

What the hell do you do now?

© juyeonszn. do not steal, claim, or repost.

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

Hold it.

Pairing: Joel Miller x AFAB!reader

Words count: 1384

Rating: +18, absolutely NSFW and please mind the tags

Warnings/tags: pi$$ kink, masturbation (f receiving), reader has breasts and vagina, no other description of her is given, bad at feelings Joel and kinda soft!dom if you squint, kissing, dirty talk, smut without plot, this is just something entirely written with my cunt so you’re warned lol, it came out totally unplanned, I’m ovulating and I’m feral🔥 and it’s October so I thought it was the right time of the year to experiment a little bit heheheh it’s not heavy but it’s something *cough* I could do it again if it works.

Please just skip it if this is not your kind of thing.

No beta reader, barely edited, English is not my first language so please, be patient with me. I hope it makes sense and that you’ll enjoy, my dirty little friends with similar kinks as mine 😏

Thank you very much to anyone who read this!

You and Joel are lying on the bed kissing. You don't know how much time has passed, it could be an hour or five minutes, when you're with him the clock doesn't exist and besides, you end up feeling like you can't get enough of him. You've been seeing each other casually for a while, no one brings up the question of "what are we" not even you, too scared of losing him.

You just take what he gives, eager and willing to have him rolling in your bed with you.

Tasting his mouth, intertwining your tongue with his, salivas mixing, teeth touching, lips biting and the best sex you've ever had, you don't care about anything else.

“I’ll be right back,” you tell him breathlessly. You start to get up, but he pulls you by the arm. “No, stay.”

“Mmm I have to go to the bathroom.”

“No, you don’t, come back here,” and he wraps his arms around you completely, bringing you back to his chest.

“Joel, I have to pee,” you whine.

“Hold it,” he tells you in a firm voice.

“I can’t! We've been kissing for hours, I need to do it and I’ll be there again in 30 seconds, let me go” you plead, looking at him with the best angelic look you can pull off.

“It could be fun…” he suggests and your jaw instantly drops “What? Wet myself?”

“Uhm…let’s take it one step at a time, miss”

You're surprised that he's engaged you in such an intimate conversation, he usually says a few words, grunts, kisses you like crazy, fucks you like an animal and is out the door before you can ask how his day was.

“Woah, so we’re starting sharing fantasies here?” you smirk “I like that”

He nods “why not” with a slight smile “let's spice it up a bit”

You bury your face in his chest, giggling, “Mmm ok, mister kinky, tell me what you have in mind.”

“Just hold it” he gently orders.

“I’ll try”

“Good girl. So now…are you wet?”

“Yes,” you coo, “Of course.”

You see a spark in his gaze, “Does your clit know how wet you are?”

You laugh, “I think so.”

“I don’t think she knows enough, let me feel her”

He lowers a hand to your panties and you’re grateful that you have nothing on but those and your bra, you couldn't move further to take off more clothes without feeling the urge to pee.

You stay still in his arms as he maneuvers his way past the hem of your panties.

He looks at you ferally, while his fingers get wet “mmm baby, we can do better. Just hold it for me and let me work”

He lies down on the bed, bare chest, in his boxers, and pulls you on top of him “come here”

“Won't I weigh on you?” you ask confused as to what he wants to do.

You've lost both contact with his eyes and fingers and he's holding you on top of him by your hips as if you weigh nothing.

“Don’t be ridiculous” he chuckles “just trust me, I’m sure you’ll like it”

Your bladder is full, it’s starting to bother you, but you can’t say no to him.

However, the situation now intrigues you, you want to try whatever he has in mind.

So you stay there, like a puppet leaning against his body and wait, hungry for him.

He’s big enough to make you feel tiny and it’s such a turn on.

His fingers return inside your panties and you immediately moan at the contact.

They are thick, a little calloused, deliciously scratchy on your clit.

“Here we go, baby, you’re good?” he asks you while caressing you with circular movements and then gathering your cream up to your bundle of nerves.

“Yes” you moan.

He continues this until he feels your clit hardening, then he places two fingers in a V shape resting on your outer lips, just jerking off your clit like that.

“Fuck, it feels so good” you breathe

“Yeah, I know, you’re all nice and drippy now. You’re still holding your pee like a perfect girl for me right?”

You whine, you can’t do anything else.

His lips roam your neck, licking and kissing everything he can.

His other hand kneads your breast, taking a nipple between his fingers and gently tugging. This new stimulation is almost too much to bear.

He dips his fingers between your folds, on either side of your clit, and moves them up and down, wetting them completely with your juices.

He suddenly takes them away and you cry at the loss.

He brings them to your mouth and orders “taste yourself” and you obediently let his fingers enter your mouth up to the knuckles, licking them greedily. “You like it, huh? You taste good, baby, I know”

“Did you leave some for me?” he asks before putting them in his mouth and grunts “just enough” he hum “Now let’s get back to business, I’m not done yet with your pretty cunt”

He starts rubbing your clit in circles again, faster than before, almost frantically and you feel delirious at this point, you’re not sure how much longer you can take his teasing “Fuck- I can’t”

“Yes, you can, baby, keep holding it”

The hand that was on your breasts moves down to your belly, he press there and release “Do you feel it?” A tingling sensation radiates to your pussy, as he repeats again and again, presses and releases.

A gentle, steady strain on your bladder, as he continues to stimulate your clit.

“Answer me, hun, can you feel it?”

You whimper a chocked yes.

“Is it good?” he growls

“FUCK - yes. It’s so good - so good, Joel, please don’t stop”

He presses down a little more and releases, rubbing so hard on your bud you feel like you're losing your mind.

“Yeah, that’s my good girl, just sink in it”

You’re overwhelmed, you hadn’t the slightest idea that it would be so good to let him masturbate you while you hold your pee.

You can't explain exactly in words but the feeling of your bladder full, on the verge of letting go as he touches you like that makes you feel like you've never taken full care of your clit before.

You close your eyes, letting yourself go with that feeling as he urges you with his hoarse voice “yes, my perfect little slut, take some more” and presses even harder and releases, now in small repeated jumps on the bottom of your belly.

It doesn't hurt, it's just too much.

You come, writhing above him, a devastating orgasm taking over every cell of your body.

“Let it go now” and you whine “no, I can’t!”

“Give me something baby, let me feel it. Pee”

“I can’t! I can’t pee on you!” your voice breaks through your peak.

And then he whispers “please”

He never begged for anything before.

He just takes, gropes, licks and bites whatever he wants and you’re fine with that.

But now it’s different. He whimpers another “please” and you just do what he asks.

You pee.

All over him.

The warm liquid slips out of you while he's still rubbing you, wetting your thighs, sliding down his legs, soaking the sheets.

He growls loudly in your ear, breathing heavy, his hard cock pressing into your ass through his boxers and your panties.

You feel empty, physically and mentally, only surrounded by an electrifying warmth.

He pulls you off of him and hugs you, both of you soaked from the waist down.

He kisses your forehead and then your lips “thanks, babe. Did you like it?”

“I- yes.” you pause for a moment, trying to process your thoughts “it was weird. Pleasantly weird though”

“We don't have to do it again if you don’t want to, though.” he murmurs moving his lips to your jaw leaving a trail of kisses there.

It's like a new complicity has been created between you, now that you share this dirty little secret.

The edges of his bad temper seem to have been smoothed out, his voice is kind, almost tender.

You look up, smile mischievously at him and say, “Who says I don’t want more?”

Part 2

[tyunn1ngz]

beomgyu nsfw alphabet

cw: lots of afab!reader but no gender stated

a = aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

likely u will have to give him aftercare, appraisals and reassurance along w lots of physical touch but he'll give that all right back!!!!! tell u how much he loved it; loves u <3

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

on him and his partner i think his and ur hands!!!!!! hand kinks rise!

loves how big his hands are compared to urs, but how easily u can overpower him hehehehe ʕ •ᴥ• ʔ loves watching his own pretty fingers disappearing when he fucks them into u, watching how just the curl of his fingers can make u throw ur head back breathlessly; murmurs of how good he's doing falling from ur mouth :3c

loves watching your hands when u touch him any and everywhere— but he especially loves ur fingers curled around his cock, jerking him off <3

c = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves to cum on ur tummy the most methinks or sometimes his own when either ur riding him or no penetrative sex is involved at all :p loves it MOST when u drag ur fingers thru the mess and feed it to him; how humiliating

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

definitely gets off on ur scent sometimes and humps ur pillows when ur not home. he poses it like he's just very on top of keeping all ur linen freshly washed! but u know better— but he doesn't have to know u know !

e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

not at all—anything he knows is from porn. has some idea of what he's meant to be doing but he's dumbed out before u can even properly start so ur definitely going to have to help him out and guide him through it gently

f = favourite position (this goes without saying)

in general, any position that lets him see ur face, not only so he knows what brings u the most pleasure based on ur change in expression but because ur just soooooooo pretty and he really needs to kiss u all the time <3 however when he's particularly needy, i can imagine he'd love doggy the most, chest pressed to ur back as he ruts into u like he's in heat, no real rhythm to his hips all that matters is having u close w as little space as possible >_>

g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

pretty serious but only because all that's in his little puppy head is 'please please please' sometimes though there's giggly days, just soft intimate moments with no real dynamics or anything close, just laughter and pleasure hehe

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

keeps himself well groomed but doesn't really care that much, doesn't make much of a difference to him so it's not the neatest or anything. also do y'all remember those pics tho where he had a teeny lil stubble >_> imagine that on ur thighs when he— [TRAIN PASSES BY]

i = intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

veryyyy romantic; always holding ur hands, brushing ur hair from ur face to make sure he can see u properly, spouting 'i love you' almost every 30 seconds— the whole shebang sex is another form of love to him

j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)

jerks off a lot if he's not with u or ur simply not in the mood; or even when u just want to watch him get off for u he's so down for that too (づ￣ ³￣)づ doesn't feel as good as if it were u but he loves making himself feel good nonetheless!!! especially if u watch

k = kink (one or more of their kinks)

what kink wouldn't he have at this point ,,,,, somno one of his biggest ones, followed right by pet play. play into the maltese puppy thing more beomgyu it doesn't look suspicious at all (also rough him up he'd like that)

l = location (favorite places to do the do)

probably just in the bedroom, but if there's somewhere not too risky u want to try he'd probably be willing!! i can definitely see him loving u teasing him anywhere and everywhere though— hands on his upper thighs under the table, breaths on his neck and ears, dirty words only he can hear—just not the sexual acts themselves anywhere people will actually see ;p

m = motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

anytime u take initiative or become possessive and/or bossy. almost like a pavlovian response when u get a little snappy or commanding, even if its not towards him— immediately squirming and pressing his thighs together and praying for his cock to stop aching over such silly trivial things. u wanna take ur frustrations out? he's waiting!

n = no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

again nothing to cause him or u serious harm, but probably not too many hard limits. he does prefer when ur nicer to him, bossy but nice. hit him around all u want but make sure he knows he's a good boy for it (⌒ω⌒)ﾉ

o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he would prefer giving but he's never EVER opposed to receiving. u could probably be the worst at giving head but this boy's thighs will be shaking like his soul is about to leave his body and he'll be pleading to cum in ur mouth. will only let u go down on him if he's gone down on u first too, which does come to a little problem when he's already cum from humping the bed while he moans into ur cunt but hey! such an eager thing he's ready to go again so quickly so don't sweat it too much <3

p = pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he's fast and rough bc he becomes so dumb and pathetic, completely drunk off pleasure, so u'll have to force him to slow down. if u even want to that is ;p

q = quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

hes sensitive enough that every time u guys have sex its probably by definition a quickie but he can go enough rounds u probably wouldn't actually consider them so.... so love them i guess?

r = risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

yes absolutely he trusts u so much and he's loved everything u've had to show him abt sex so he's open minded to a lot when it comes to u hehehe!!! even if he doesn't end up liking it, he feels safe trying at least once w u and telling u when it comes down to it that he doesn't want to do that anymore. bare minimum but important!!!!!!!!

s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

doesn't last very long but can go several rounds(⌒ω⌒)ﾉ will go for as long as u want him to in all honesty, no matter how tired he gets what a good boy

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

vibrators, puppy ears and tails, collars, harnesses for when he gets pegged and maybe gags even; all to use on him <3

u = unfair (how much they like to tease)

he doesn't tease u at all, fleeting touches maybe but just to rile u up just a little— he's not really looking to get punished. however!!!!!! as much as he whines, he loves u teasing him.

v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

tries to be quiet, he really does, but he's so sensitive it's just hard!!!!!!!! low moans, husky w his deep voice but sometimes he sounds like he's outright sobbing and his breath catches on a pretty little hiccup </3

w = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

really into the idea of u bending him over ur knee one day and spanking him til he cries but isn't sure how to say it; starts to lean into acting out if it means he'll get what he wants eventually ┐('～`;)┌

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

BIG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he is BIG :3c but doesn't know how to use it—at least not at first anyway. just ruts and humps with no proper rhythm until u pull his hair through ur fingers and tell him how to fuck u properly

y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

really high. like puppy in rut high. grinds into u and cums in his sleep kind of horny levels. sedate this guy!

z = zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he falls asleep pretty fast because he practically becomes a puddle in ur arms when u cuddle him after the fact. ur hands in his hair, caressing gently over all the marks u've left on him, gently kissing the crown of his head— he's off to dreamland, but he's so warm and practically purring in ur arms w how he hums happily that it's easy to follow him there!!!! <3

[soombee]

ଳ⋆｡˚𖦹 caught in the current of you — 06 , chemistry or chemistry ?!

warnings ! suggestive joke!!!

word count , 956 / 0.9k words

don’t mind the times LOL I’M TOO LAZY TO CHANGE ANY OF TS

* ding ! — your laptop sounds

Subject: Chemistry Project Partnership Assignment

Good Morning YN,

I hope this email finds you well. As part of our ongoing efforts to encourage collaboration and critical thinking, I have assigned partners for the upcoming chemistry project. You have been paired with Donghyun Kim for an upcoming project.

Donghyun has consistently demonstrated strong analytical skills in class, and I believe his approach will complement your own strengths. This project is an excellent opportunity for both of you to exchange ideas and develop a comprehensive presentation together.

Please note that the project is due on the 19th of December, and I recommend setting up regular meetings to ensure steady progress. If you find yourself needing any assistance or have questions, don’t hesitate to reach out.

Best of luck with your project—I look forward to seeing what you both create!

Best regards,

Professor Lee

Chemistry Department

University of California, Irvine

“wait, who’s kim donghyun..?” you scratch your head, “hm lemme see if leehan knows heheheh definitely not an excuse to text him hehehhehehee”

4:45 pm — leehan’s house

you stood outside leehan’s door, shifting nervously from one foot to the other, clutching your laptop and notes. his house was warm and welcoming, the porch light casting a soft glow over the neatly potted plants lining the steps—he must really love nature. you raised your hand to knock, but before you could, the door swung open, and there he was—in a loose white tshirt and grey sweatpants that somehow made him look even more attractive

“dirty dirty mind..” — your mouth agape

“hi,” he greeted, stepping aside to let you in, his voice so low, “come in, you can set your stuff up in the living room or my room if you want”

his space was cozy, a mix of messy and organized—a sign of humanity. textbooks and random scribbled notes were stacked on the coffee table, while the faint smell of fresh coffee lingered in the air. you couldnt help but notice the personal touches scattered around—a framed photo of leehan and sangwon at a beach, a glass tank glimmering in the corner with vibrant little fishies darting around, and a blanket draped over the couch that looked so soft

he noticed your eyes lingering on the couch and giggled, hands motioning to the couch “you can sit there, ill go grab my notes”

as you settled in, you tried not to let your nerves show. it wasnt like this was the first time you’d worked on a project with someone…… but there was something about being here—in his space, with the quiet hum of the fish tank in the background and his cologne lingering in the air—that made your heart race

when he returned, he placed a cup of tea in front of you without a word and dropped onto the floor across from you, his laptop already open. he caught you staring, and for a brief moment, his brow lifted in quiet curiosity

you had come to his house with every intention of being productive—laptop charged, notes designed and organized in your folder. well, at first, you both were. the whiteboard he had set up next to the coffee table quickly filled with chemical diagrams, and the first thirty minutes were a flurry of brainstorming and collaborative problem-solving

but at some point, without either of you realizing it, the focus shifted

“okay, so if we combine that formula with…” you paused, trying to think of the next step, when leehan interrupted with a grin

“…me and u?” he jokes, leaning back and spinning the pen between his fingers

you laughed, shaking your head. “oh shut up, u can’t even focus on the project, what makes u think i’d like u stupid”

his jaw dropped in mock offense. “this is one time! and you’re distracting me!”

“oh forreal? how?”

leehan hesitated for just a beat too long before shrugging, a flicker of something unreadable in his expression “hmm.. we’ll never know!”

you snorted, deciding to let him off the hook, “uh huh… you’re an idiot”

the conversation continued off-topic from there, subtle flirting and teasing laughs filling the room. neither of you seemed to notice how the chemistry project lay abandoned between you, nor how the serious tone of the study session had softened into something lighter— i mean, it was still about chemistry…. your chemistry!

at one point, he leaned over to draw something on the edge of your notes, and his shoulder brushed yours. the touch was so casual you told yourself it meant nothing, but the faint warmth lingered, making you lose your train of thought

“look at that,” he said, pulling back to reveal his creation; a poorly drawn fish with exaggerated features

you laughed so hard you nearly fell off the couch, the fluffy blanket falling on the floor, “that’s supposed to be a fish? for someone who loves them, i thought you’d do them more justice than whatever that is”

leehan grinned, clearly pleased with your reaction “you’re so mean, drawing is hard, okay!!”

you both dissolved into laughter again, your voices echoing softly through the space

it wasnt until much later, when the sky outside had darkened and the faint glow of the streetlights seeped through the curtains, that you both noticed how little youd actually accomplished

“wait…” you said, staring at the clock then back at leehan, “did we even finish the hypothesis..?”

leehan blinked at the whiteboard, which had somehow ended up filled with doodles instead of equations. “uhhhmmm…”

“it’s fiiinnneeee… we have a month left..” you defend your lack of work, it was all worth it— for the subtle teasing, the laughter, and, most importantly, the time you spent with leehan

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Hyena (NSFW, 18+)

01.OCT.2024

SMUT, no plot ❀˖° NSFW ❀˖° Sexual ❀˖° GN Reader, AFAB/Transmasc! Jun Sazanami

Jun Sazanami × GN! Reader (SMUT. No pronouns, gendered terms, clothing, genitals mentioned for reader. Established relationship. (AFAB/Transmasc) Jun (he/him). The word cock is mentioned and used for reader, but it can be interpreted as a strap.

CW/TW: Reader receiving: Jun rides your face, and your dick (can be interpreted as a strap), bondage, slight degrading (mentions of being used as a toy, a doll, etc.)

Jun receives: face sitting, vaginal penetration, vaginal sex, Jun gets a little if not a lot sex drunk here. The words clit, pussy, cunt, womb, etc. is being used to describe his sex.

Syn: Jun proposed the idea ages ago, how much he wants to tie you up and use you like his own toy for one night. After so many busy hours working and finding the right time off to do so, he finally gets to indulge his fantasies.

"Stay still, kay?" Jun looked at you with a delirious smile as he tied you up to the bed, feeling nothing but sheer need as his cunt clenched around nothing but the thought of using you like a toy all night.

Your wrists are tied together, you're stripped naked, with nothing but a horny and needy Jun to ravish you. He sits up, giving you a good view of his drenched wet folds, and without warning, he places himself on your mouth.

Loud gasps leave his mouth when you immediately understood and used your tongue to lap at his pussy. It's insane how wet he is, as his arousal touched your lips, your chin, and best of all, your tongue.

"Haah— yeah. Yeah, right there...!" Jun had one hand on the headboard, the other down in your hair. He arched his back when you sucked on his clit, knowing how good it makes him feel.

"Aren't you so obedient, letting me use you for the night? Wanting nothing but to please my hole? Even if I ride your dick till sunrise, even if I sit on your face till your tongue can't move? Goddamn—" he's surprisingly verbal tonight, a result of how pent up and needy he's been.

He's been pestering you about the idea of letting him use you for a whole night, but you two struggled to find a time that's right. He's busy, he's moving around a lot, so sore legs after sex meant he'd be off for the whole day. Finally though he's able to have the whole day off tomorrow, so he can fuck himself brainless tonight for all he cared. Plus with the workload and stress, he's needed this so bad.

He's a lot more delirious and out of his mind, being so pent up. It's the reason he doesn't waste much time before he puts his pussy on your mouth, already soaking wet that your tongue slipped in easily; a louder moan coming from his throat when you did.

You can tell with how he's a little loose, he's been fingering himself to let off some steam. Who are you to deny your handsome boyfriend the release and pleasure he's wanted from you for so long? You might want to tease him, to start some dirty talk, but with the way his hips rolled on your face, you'd be lucky if you could even find space to breathe.

"Heheheh... Mmh, god... I've been wanting this for so long...!" He said between moans and gasps, feeling your tongue spread his labia apart.

A hand goes down to his clit so he can play with it while he rides your face, and the moan he let out has got to be the loudest one yet. It's out of character how needy and sex drunk he is right now, but that just goes to show everything into play. He's pent up, and the idea to use you like you're nothing but a toy has been on his mind for ages— and now it's coming true.

"(Name), agh...! Deeper, deeper... Can you go deeper?" He pleaded, and you tried your best to reach out with your tongue. His thighs spread a little more and lowered himself more on your mouth— not that it made much of a difference with how he's already grinding on you.

His fingers start to rub harsher and pinch his own clit, getting more noises out of him. He's never been too vocal, only a few grunts and groans here and there. But tonight, he's sounding like a literal hyena, with how he's howling and whimpering.

"More. More...!" He starts to grind on your face, both hands on your head to force you too. Your chin is full of his slick now, and your hands struggle against the binds to no avail.

A loud howl like moan is ripped out of his mouth, as you taste his juices pour onto your tongue. He has the stamina to grind on you a little more, loving the sensitivity and the shivers it gives him.

He lifts himself off with a blissed out smile. He sat on your stomach for a moment to catch his breath, satisfied at your slick covered chin.

"I could ride you for ages...~" he chuckled. It really sounds like he isn't finished yet.

(Several minutes later)

He's riding your cock like there's no tomorrow, while all you can do is watch. He's fucking himself out on your length with a smile, ramming it into his womb. He hasn't made any effort to actually make you cum, even if you did, he didn't try nor did he care. All he cared for was using your body as his own sex doll. Whatever sound you make, any complaints you have went into one ear and right out the other.

Sorry he hasn't touched you properly— he's too busy bruising his own walls with how fast he's riding you. He's got really good legs after all, and he's doing it all with a pleasured smile and laugh.

You're crying? Edged? Whining? Too bad, all your mouth's good for now is eating him out. Your hands could do nothing but struggle against the binds, so scream all you want. The deal was that he'll use you like a doll, accept that.

All you can do is watch as he fucks himself stupid on your cock, your face, your thigh, whatever... His inner thighs are soaked, wet sounds escaping every time he hilts himself on you.

One of his hands grab for the vibrator laying on the sheets. Is he gonna use that for you? As if.

He places it to his own clit while he rides, putting it to the max settings immediately. An euphoric, crazed cry escapes his mouth. He's in sheer bliss, and all you can do is watch. Watch, as he fucks himself stupid on you, all night, he's treating you like a toy, but he's nothing but a whore by the end of it.

A whore who's getting off of your body. Using you for his own pleasure. By the end of this he'll be thoroughly fucked out, but it'll be a long time before his stamina allows for him to collapse. So brace yourself.

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Rambles: Honest to God I am not doing kinktober btw I just have severe executive dysfunction and I haven't had the mood to write for months. Anyways. Jun pussy for the world!! I also imagined him with rainforest pussy we love rainforest pussy!!! But I didn't write it cuz I figured I'd let reader imagine it to be whatever they want. Lmao.

[asksythe]

I'm venturing into making homemade merchs. Behold! My first attempt!!

Haha! I'm sick... again... so slow with writing. Also I have another story idea!

I want to write a crack fic featuring Ritsuka dirty talking Oberon for months on end without realizing what she's doing.

Hahahahaha! Hear me out.

Intrusive thoughts. How weird they can get. Like people sometimes out of nowhere wonder what it's like to kiss complete strangers they just meet. Stuff like that right.

Do they fall into the purview of Fairy Eyes? Can Oberon's fairy eyes see Ritsuka's intrusive thoughts and spontaneous daydreaming as they take place?

Here's another thought. What if intrusive thoughts are strictly a human thing? Fairies don't do intrusive thoughts. So servant Oberon would be completely unused to the experience of watching intrusive thoughts.

So let's say, the story goes like this. Riri goes about her day as usual but now and then she would have intrusive thoughts about Oberon. Tsundere, weirdly complimentative, wildly inappropriate trains of thoughts. Like this:

'Haaa, as usual Oberon is prickly and hard to please. Did he have to open his mouth and let out thy pretty, barbed tongue?'

'He's like a giant grumpy cat! His hair is even smooth and soft like one of those prissy, expensive pedigree cats from Britain!'

'Cat Oberon. Kitty Oberon. Kittyberon! Hehehehehe'

'I wonder how it feels if I pet him. Cat bellies are nice and soft and tempting. I always want to rub my face into a cat's belly. Can I do that to Kittyberon? Rub his tummy with my face? Would he yowl or would he purr?'

Imagine Ritsuka thinking that while in line to pick up lunch in the cafeteria, with none of it showing on her face. And Oberon in the same cafeteria growing increasingly flustered but can't do anything about it.

Or how about when the fairy summer event rolls around with the two Oberon summer costumes? Maybe she would think something like this:

'Oh man, I wonder where those abs come from. He didn't look like he's that packed under the clothes.'

'Are those abs fake? Did he paint them on like he painted the whole refreshing summer prince persona on? Does it rub off? Is it waterproof? Is that why doesn't get into the water? Cause them abs wash off?'

'Hmm.. I wonder how far down he painted. Would he be like a spitting mad cat if I try to examine with my hands right now? Would that smear the ink?'

'Hehehehe, spitting mad Kittyberon!'

And what about the gloomy Summer Oberon costume?

'Wahahahahaha!! He looks like a college dropout who works at the local gas station convenience store! Gehehehe! A sad hikkikomori who just can't help himself! His room even looks like it and he has a forever crush on a 2D girl!'

'Mm-hmm! Hey, isn't that the setting of a bunch of different Ecchi manga and eroge games? The protagonist is some shut-in who hasn't been to school for years, and his only contact with the outside world is the persistent childhood friend who won't leave him alone! She goes over to cook for him, clean up after him, and look out for him every day!'

'Like a persistent little sister! Always yelling for Oberon Onii-chan to get up, it's the middle of the day already!'

'Hmm? Come think of it, isn't that what I already do for him this summer? Coming over to clean up after him and dragging him out of his depressed hole? Huh, I wonder how he will react if I come up and call him Oberon Onii-chan to his face! I know! He will do the whole jeering, barbed tongue prince again and call me an idiot with nothing good to do with her time. Typical Oberon! Always a depressed downer! No wonder he's always abyss this, the end that! Oberon Onii-chan is super lame! Hehehe!'

'And if we are going with eroge game story, then one fine day the childhood friend will just have it and kabedon him! And ravish him because she just about had enough with his obtuse way! Like that game Private Nurse, the protagonist ends up getting chased around town in an embarrassing outfit! Hahaha! Oberon Onii-chan, what are you to do if something like that happens to you? Hahaha!'

And how does Ritsuka have all the patience in the world to deal with Oberon's snarkiness? Maybe she just superimposes Kittyberon on real Oberon the entire time. Imagine Oberon being snarky as usual and Ritsuka looking at him and seeing a hissing kitty, and, in her head, imagining all kinds of scenarios. Petting him like a cat, snuggling and kissing him and annoying this grumpy kitty with smooches and whosagoodkitty! You are! Yes you are!

Or if she's feeling frustrated with him then in her head she's thinking: 'Bad kitty needs a spanking and no melon snack for you until you properly apologize by cutely meow meowing at me!'

And so on...

Hmm hmmm. So this story would effectively have two parts I think. The first part is just all the slapstick, wacky intrusive thoughts in Riri's head. The second part is Oberon finally snapping and acting out some of the intrusive thought scenarios in Riri's head on her, much to her mortification.

Imagine that scene!

Oberon meow meowing in that prissy princely British manner at Ritsuka while reminding her of the dirtiest, most inappropriate thoughts she hashad about him in the weeks prior to her face.

'Hmm, how is Kittyberon today, Master? Is this enough for you to forgive me yet?'

'Didn't you want to rub your face in my belly and find out if these muscles are painted on or not?'

'What were those eroge scenarios in your head again?'

'Depressed shut-in onii-chan being kabedoned and ravished by the childhood imoto was it? Or was it the other way around?'

'Master, won't you call me Oberon Onii-chan. You always wonder how I would react, don't you? Here is it. Call me. O-Nii-Chan.'

Until Riri wants to run away, but she's locked in with him.

Hahahhaha. And then the ending, I'm thinking. Riri is all sore and tired the next day after having paid the price for her months of dirty talking Oberon without realizing it. She thinks she's got to be careful now where her thoughts lead. No more intrusive thoughts about no-good, very-bad, should-definitely-be-punished Kittyberon!!

And there is the punch line of the joke. Ritsuka realizes that oh crap, she can't help it. Cue Oberon looking at her from across the cafeteria with a look that promises 'You are going to pay for this later.' And Riri meeping and running away.

Hah!

[wannab-urs]

Pedro Pascal Character Fic Recs | Vol 36

AO3 | Kofi | Main Masterlist | The Spreadsheet Masterlist

Howdy folks!

Welcome to my bi-weekly fic rec list! This is everything I read in the last two weeks. There's some seriously amazing shit on this list, y'all. If I counted properly there are 9 fics, two of which are series.

All info provided by the author unless it was blank, in which case I filled it in.

Punish me, Officer Djarin

Din one shot by @beskarandblasters

You've been thrown into an imperial prison for anti-empire speech. During your sentence, a new prison guard is hired, Officer Djarin, and you take a liking to him.

f!reader, reader is able-bodied, canon divergent, uneven power dynamic, brat taming, degradation (scumbag), fingering, vaginal sex, creampie, his glove in your mouth lol, no use of y/n

To Tell You the Truth

Ezra series by @concussed-to-pieces

Our story begins in the Green, after a certain meeting that culminates in an explosive Truxican standoff...

Survival, Worldbuilding, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Healing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Extreme Duress, My First Work in This Fandom, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Past Abuse, Feelings Realization, Artist Reader, Reader is a prospector, Outer Space, Sharing a Bed, Roommates, Mutual Pining, Vaginal Fingering, Praise Kink (if you squint), Religious Terms used improperly, Catholics H8 Me, Remember, no man's penis will heal you okay, and fanfictions are not research, But I'm an indulgent fuck so it's okay, Vaginal Sex, big dick energy, Eventual Smut, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Just get it all in there, adoration, Very Flowery Terminology, Happy Ending

Sanguine

Ezra one shot by @marisferasiop

since being turned as a boy into- whatever liminal state of cryptid he is now- Ezra has walked this earth ageless and alone, never finding his place or a partner for long. He interrupts your meal in the city one evening, and brings you home to strike up a deal; feed from him, alone, and keep one another safe from discovery. The fact that he finds his purpose under the soft graze of your teeth and home between your thighs is a nice side effect.

lots of blood, smut, soft yearning sweet boy Ezra, mapuche mythology and monsters, schmoop. Ezra is a subby little sap in this.

Routine

Frankie one shot by @endlessthxxghts

Frankie makes a new routine for himself to help with his mental health. In that routine, Frankie stumbles upon you.

POV switching - stops towards the end, then POVs are combined. Friends to lovers. Slightly scared and reluctant friends to lovers. Slow burn. Canon divergent to Frankie’s Triple Frontier storyline (No history of lady or child for Frankie). Brief mentions of South America and Frankie’s mental health. Brief therapy talk. Overthinking!Frankie, but Reader comforts and reassures him. He’s not insecure the entire time, promise lolol. Hints of angst, but this is me we’re talking about — always will be a happy ending here🫶. No physical description of reader besides coffee shop uniform (no size descriptions used) - any descriptions are neutral, no adjectives to describe (purely things like “your thigh” etc.). No use of “y/n”. SMUT heheheh (making out, cunnilingus + fingering, unprotected P in V sex + cumming inside, breast worship/titty sucking).

Go Your Own Way

Javi P one shot by @schnarfer

Loving you isn’t the right thing to do

1979 Texas, very toxic relationship, sort of enemies to lovers if you squint a bit, absolutely no happy ending for our fuckboy Javier, no descriptions of reader except she has hair and there are outfit references, no specific ages mentioned in 1979 but they would both be early 20’s, Cheating/infidelity mentioned, smoking (OF COURSE), mention of drinking and drugs, two mentions of vomit, the good stuff? we’ve got flirting, kisses and smut; protected PIV, oral (f receiving), fingering, very light dirty talk, couple of light slaps, pet names (cariño, baby), Javier POV, I’ve tried to remove any overt British-isms but some may have slipped in, probably a bit of canon divergence, as well as wild historical and geographical inaccuracies but we’re going for vibes, yeah? and a note, we’re always Fleabag coded here.

Some fools fool themselves

Javi P one shot by @freelancearsonist

You were meant to be a mission—an insider that Javi could wring information from on some of the biggest names in the trade. It didn’t go to plan, but maybe that’s not so bad.

Rated MA for unprotected p in v sex (don’t do this irl pls), oral (m receiving), throatfucking, handjobs, creampie, spanish dirty talk (both javi and reader - translations in footnotes), reader has female anatomy and uses fem pronouns, reader wears a bikini, smoking/nicotine use, cheating (reader is married this is the mob wife fic you all asked for), kind of angsty but mostly just porn with the slightest sprinkling of plot for ✨flavor✨

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Marcus P one shot by @whataperfectwasteoftime

I am a visitor here. I am not permanent.

angst, breakups, mentions of Teresa x Patrick Jane

Cabuorir

Oberyn/Din/Reader series by ToricTailor (AO3)

You would have torn the heavens asunder to stop it.

Fix-It, That's Not How The Force Works (Star Wars), Get This Man A New Ship, Smut, Threesome - F/M/M, Reader sandwich, Force-Sensitive Reader, Polyamory, DVP, more

I want it, I got it

Joel one shot by @beskarandblasters

Joel gives you unlimited access to his credit card to shop online while he eats you out.

reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU, porn with little plot, no age specified for reader, reader sits on Joel’s lap, established sugar daddy relationship, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, pet names (angel, baby), no use of y/n

Happy Reading!

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Sooooooo a little birdie told me you hadn't written Freddy having period sex with reader so I think we need to remedy this hehehe, I want it as nasty and wild as you want to go with it, it is Freddy after all and he is a Certified Freak TM. I would also be very partial to any sort of lower back massage or any sort of physical comfort he wants to give the reading before/during/after the sexy times, honestly a bit of massage during the Blood Moon always hits the spot and it would make things all the better hehehehe And Freddys usual dirty mouth during something like this is also appreciated 👁👄👁

You requested this a while ago but hey I know we are both on the rag atm and the inspo hit so here it is! I hope you enjoy this fucking filthy as hell period sex piece with our fave bastard. 

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.5K. Freddy Krueger X GN! AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Words Like Cunt And Tit’s Used. Reader On Their Period. Warnings: Period Sex. Massage. Panty Snatching. Vaginal Fingering. Blood Play. Nipple Play. Mild Painplay. DUB CON! Restrained Reader. Eating Out. Vaginal Sex. Squirting. Dirty Talk. Praise. Degradation. So Much Fluids. Freddy Is Disgusting. Messy Kink. Just Such Messy Sex.

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I Just Want To Help.

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You felt like shit.

It wasn’t always the case when you were on your period but this one has been truly hellish. Cramps, boating, tenderness, a train wreck of emotions and of course, naturally, a veritable river of blood. You finished work for the day, unable to cook. You brought home take out, camped out on the couch with a heating bag and a blanket and some tea and a comforting movie. You downed something to help with the pain but it was barely touching it, you were so fucking tired and you hoped that sleep would be a good remedy. 

You are zombie-like as you go through your night routine, brushing your teeth, doing your skincare and the rest to really wind down and then you are in bed. The sheets felt so fucking comfortable and smooth, you sink deeper into the mattress, fully relaxing and sleep overtakes you in just a few short minutes. 

He had the funniest sense of timing. 

Freddy doesn’t pay a visit every night but he more than makes up for it when he does show up for you. He is on you in short order, he used to draw it out and tease but when there is a more sizable gap, he almost doesn’t have patience for that, if you dared to call him out on being needy however he might get violent. You don’t think you could take much brutality tonight, his hands are on your body before he even greets you, rough scarred hand one arm, butter soft leather, sharp and cold metal on the other. His hands slide up, the sharp tips of the blades of his glove don’t break your bare skin, goosebumps are left in their wake, he leans in closely, you feel the warm breath on the side of your face and hear his voice in your ear, “Heya honey.” 

Oh honey, huh? Sweet name, you wonder why but he cuts in, “You feel awful. What’s going on?” 

Right of course, he is IN your head, he can feel all you do, absurdly keyed into your emotions and the sensations running through you. The monthly curse hasn’t coincided with any of his visits to this point, shockingly, but you know that you can’t hide it, he won’t drop this and he will find it out the same way he does everything. Hell he could do it right now but he likes not knowing every single thing, some things he wants you to tell him, force yourself through uncomfortableness for his pleasure or his amusement, so you spill. “Just not feeling well, my period hit me like a truck.”

He makes a sound of pity, that sweet and sickly, mocking, “Awe.”

His hands move again, arms come around your middle, hugging closer, invading your personal space the way he did easily and without care, “Oh poor thing.”

The contact felt nice, or it did, until he squeezed you much tighter and it makes you groan, “Christ, ease up-”

“That sensitive, huh?”  The question is asked in that very teasing tone that can only come from him. Your hands latch onto his forearms and you try to pry them off as you respond with a nod, “Mmm, very.”

“Sure seems like it, good thing I decided to visit tonight.” He doesn’t let you move his arms, keeping them locked around you and so you give up.

“Why’s that?” You asked and he hummed out, “Cuz I can help you out.” 

A quiet laugh spills out, “How are you gonna do that exactly?”

“I have my ways.” A sharp snap of the fingers on his un-gloved hand and all of a sudden everything was different. You were not in the boiler room any longer, you were instead on your stomach on a bed that you had become very familiar with over the past few months. Before you can look around you feel the mattress shift with him getting onto it, there he was, his hands on your back, the first thing you notice was that his glove suspiciously absent. You then feel something you haven’t from him previously, his hands on you is a familiar feeling, but their current action is not. 

It isn’t like you have never experienced a massage before, you had, but by his hand? Never. It feels so fucking good. Your head tips, forehead leans on your forearms and your eyes closed as you could feel yourself practically melting into the mattress with a moan. You had no idea how much you needed this until he began the process, again the benefits of him being in tune with your mind and body meant he could pick up on what you needed before sometimes you even knew it. He really gets into it, doesn’t wait to properly see your reaction as if he is overly confident and just knows that it is good, no, that he is good. 

Your shirt had been stripped a while ago, it was ten minutes later and you were feeling delightfully boneless. He was capable of bringing you great pain and pleasure. You knew that more than you knew just about anything but still him doing it in this way you had never counted on. He had been relatively quiet, just small verbal check-ins, letting you lose yourself to feeling more than prattling on and on like he was known to do. “How you feeling?”

A shaky moan is your response, breathed out on an exhale, and he taunted, “No words so soon?”

You laugh, a light thing that could be misconstrued as a scoff, you lean your head up slightly and tell him, “M’ good. I’m very, very good.” 

“Pain letting up?” He inquired and you nodded, “Mmhm, not totally but doing better.”

“Oh no, still sore?” He asks, a sympathetic click of his tongue and you tell him, “Unfortunately.” 

His hands hadn’t stopped working this whole time, sweeping down the expanse of your back, knuckles pressed over your spine, more pressure was released and you groaned. He is leaning down, you feel him press closer to your body, the heat of his body providing more comfort as his hands continue. 

He expresses his previous sentiment again, "Poor thing...", his lips touch down on the back of your neck as his thumbs dig harder into your lower back, "Poor, utterly delicious thing." 

Movements do not stop, neither his wandering hands nor his mouth as they press on exploring. More kisses are laid and you hear him again, "You know what else could help ease the ache?"

He moves. One hand stays resting on your lower back and the other slips down between your legs, he cups your cunt through the underwear and shorts you wore to bed, “I hear orgasms are one of the best forms of pain relief.” 

“You’ve only heard?” You ask teasingly and he continues, “You should know by now I deal more in giving pain than relieving it, sweetheart. But for you? I’ll try anything once.”

Isn’t he so generous? 

“An intensely charitable offer but-” He moves again, his other hand locks on your hip, he makes you grind onto his palm and you moan, “But what?”

“Buuut-I, ah, I don’t know I’ve never, not while this is happening-” He cuts in, “All the more reason to try it.” 

No more protesting from you and the part where he tries to craft a convincing verbal argument from him was over. His hand picks up the effort, fingers stroke down with more pressure and you moan, he does the motion again and again, purposefully dragging over your clit and you squirm when you feel it happen. Your underwear is wet, you can feel it stuck to you, plastered and it makes your eyes fly open, “Shit, stop, stop-”

“Awe what’s the matter?” He asks and you tell him, “M’ leaking-”

“And what? You’re worried about bleeding on your sheets?” He asks and you say, “Yes!” 

He laughs with another strong press of his fingers, “C’mon what are you going to do about that? You’re dead asleep right now.”

“Yeahhh, but I don’t have to be, wake me up.” You asked and he laughed much, much harder before he stops rubbing you and his hands lock on your sides and he starts to flip you over, “No fuckin’ way.”

“What? Why not?!” You exclaim and when you are thrown onto your back you yelped, he tells you next, “And pass up this golden opportunity? Fuck no.”

“Freddy, please-” He starts to tear down your shorts and you attempt to stop him but that ineffable force you had gotten used to feeling around him is back, as if bonds as strong as chains but as light as air coil around your wrists and yanks them up, holding them on either side of your head. “There you go, be good for me, no more struggling.”

“Freddy stop it-” You plead but you are helpless, he’s made you helpless. He is removing your shorts and underwear as he says, ”Soooo emotional.” 

Anger flares for a second, “Asshole let me go!” 

He playfully pouts before he says “Now c’mon babe, you can trust me, I just wanna help.” 

You catch a glimpse and Christ you had almost bled through your shorts, your underwear stained and a total mess, you groan, brows pinched together and he looks…Happy? “Oh I’m keeping these.”

“What?” You asked and he held them up, “I said M’ keeping them, you are never getting these back.” A snap of his fingers and they disappeared to God knows where.

You feel extraordinarily exposed, naked and held down on this bed, at his mercy, your mind is racing and his hand is back between your spread thighs, Fingers drag up, catch the mess of blood leaking out before swirling over your clit, using the slick crimson as lube, making you moan anew. “There you go, Freddy’s gonna take away all the hurt, just relax.”

His fingers slip and then ease inside of you and you realise that your preferred method for dealing with this hellish time has been disposed of by him. His fingers shouldn’t be getting to this depth without being obstructed but this is a dream, he is in control and can do anything, including removing a vital tool for personal hygiene without you even noticing. His fingers are moving in and out so easily, it sounds obscene, soaked, he curls them touches that spot that makes your toes curl and you cry out, “Fuck! Freddy please, wa-wait-”

Again, ever the mind reader he says, “I know you’re worried about ruining the sheets.”

A nervous nod, you were, his fingers slid out with a wet squelch, he inspected his fingers, they are coated in blood and he admits, "I'm dying to taste you."

His hand came up and he drew his fingers into his mouth and sucked deeply. You cannot believe he is doing this so shamelessly, it leaves you speechless. He removes his fingers and sighs a small, “Fuck, that is good.” 

He addresses you once again, his hands on your thighs and he says easily as he continues his previous thought, “Well don’t be. Lemme help stop the leak.” 

You wonder what he means until he drops down suddenly, in between your legs, his stomach to the bed and he is pulling your legs over his shoulders. You begin to complain, beg for a moment, for him to slow down because what was he about to do to you but his mouth is on you and instead the word isn’t able to form, replaced with a pitched up gasp. So that is what he meant. His tongue runs up through your folds and he moans against you, the vibration causes your legs to twitch and your fists to clench. He is eating you whole, no hesitation and further still with passionate fervour. Strong tongue flicks up over your clit before his lips wrap around it, another hum, your thighs tighten around his head and he pulls off with a very sloppy smack. It hits how he is so willing to do this for you even during this, accepting of and hungry for you no matter what or when.

You have no clue how he does it, he switches between tasks so seamlessly, from sucking on your clit to his tongue diving deep into your hole, fucking into the sopping passage. Then it doesn’t feel like there is a switching, as if somehow he is able to suck and lick your clit and tongue fuck you at the same time, like he somehow has two mouths. 

You try to look down the length of your body but another thrust of his tongue in combination with a violent suck of your most sensitive flesh is leaving you breathless, “Ho-how the fuuuuck ar-are you able to-? Ah! Ahnn, do that?” 

You hear his voice inexplicably even though his mouth is still clearly busy, “I like keeping some secrets.”  You are moaning incoherently, the pleasure is insane, you can’t stay still, were it not for how he was holding you down you think you’d buck off the bed, you feel it build and then crest and you nearly scream his name as it overtakes. 

He works you through it amazingly well until you are actually struggling to breathe. Your legs drop and he comes up and before you know it he is kissing you, eyes fly open as you are confronted with the taste of it all, salt and iron and slick and spit, you want to rip yourself away, it’s so messy but you have to admit, it makes heat spark inside you. Clit pulses, another rush of arousal as his tongue is smoothing over yours and you think fuck it, you’re into the depravity of it, you know he isn’t going to judge so you lean into it. You steer into the skid, you kiss him back just as nasty as he was kissing you. 

When you pull away and see him you are sure your face is in a similar state, “Filthy fucking slut.” He isn’t wrong. You can feel the red stickiness around your mouth, on your cheeks, your chin. “Fuck, you taste so, so good. I need more.”

“Wait, more? Are you su-OH!” You gasped out and he was back down there, once again working you over. You had no idea it could feel this good, that you would be this sensitive, you knew hormones could elevate but you were never one for masturbating on your period much, seemed too messy to bother and this was VERY messy but you are quickly finding that to be a plus. 

After another two times of reaching your peak he is coming back up for air as you are still shuddering your way through the aftershocks. You are not very verbal at the moment, you feel half here, he is spreading your legs wider, eyes down and looking at you, “Look at that disgusting gash, still spilling blood like a fresh wound-”

He looked manic, he’d lost the sweater sometime after your second orgasm but before your third, there was scarlet down his chin and neck, almost coming to his chest and with another snap his pants were gone. You feel the restraints on your wrists lift and he pulls you down, drags you close and he pushes his hips forward, the head of his dick drags over your over sensitive clit before coming to prod at your sticky hole, “Look at that.” 

You did, eyes glance down and you take in the view, him poised and ready, about to fuck you till you were completely senseless and you couldn’t wait. “Freddy, please, do it.”

“Oh you want it now?” He asks and you nod, “Mmf, right now, please, please, please.”

“Alright but remember. You asked for it doll.” He slams his hips forward, makes you take him in one stroke, forces it and your whole body seizes from the intense and sudden feeling of him stretching you open. No time is wasted before he is pulling out halfway and then driving back in, he sets the pace, and you are meant to take it.

You asked for it, remember?

He is vicious, brutal, inhumane in how he fucks you, totally feral and animalistic. He is normally into it on the best of days but it is as if you unlocked a whole new level in him that you had not previously been privy to. He is being loud, every time he bottoms out there is a curse or a groan, a sharp exhale through gritted teeth. “You feel so fucking good, your hole is so sloppy, just listen to it-” Another harsh series of thrusts in and out and he was right, you sound disgustingly wet. “-could listen to that on repeat forever.”

He has you almost folded in half, hands under your knees, pressing and pushing until he has you rest your ankles on his shoulders. In this position it mostly is able to do two things, one, for him it makes you even tighter and two, for you, it hits that one place inside that makes all thoughts leave and all words tumble from between cracked and bloody lips a jumbled wreck. Your eyes unfocused, drunk on sensation, dragged along for the ride and forced to feel just what he wanted you to, made to ride it out, one hand now that it is free is at your chest, palming one of your tits and you groan, mumbling out, “S-sore, sensitive-” 

“Awe I know hon, you're sooo sensitive right now.” He tweaks your nipple and your body jolts, it makes you clench around him and he curses, he does it again and again, pulling and twisting, it’s making you practically milk him from the inside and only when he notices you tearing up does he stop. You sob out a-”Thank you”

“Don’t mention it.” He responds with a grin and his hand is between your bodies, fingers pressed to your clit and with purpose he hammers home on the place inside you that is making the pleasure radiate through your whole body and you release those hiccuping moans. You can feel another orgasm building up, but more than that, it wasn’t the first time this has happened with him, he loved to make you into as much of a mess as possible but during this time? You wanted to avoid it, you tried to warn, attempted to speak but that wasn’t happening. He mocked you for that, relentlessly, “Can’t even get a single word out, so pathetic.”

You were pathetic. You took too long and so it happened, he forced it out of you, the sting snaps, you tip over and cum but not just that, you squirt. Your thighs are already coated in half dried and tacky residue, blood has been leaking out at a startling rate, he had been fucking it out of you so the sudden and large gush, the position and pace made you paint him. It isn’t easy to get the drop on him or surprise him but his hips falter upon feeling the hot splash of liquid he looks down and it makes him moan. You weren’t over your orgasm before he starts fucking you with renewed vigor, “Holy shit, yes, just like cutting into a warm body-”

Oh my God of course. Everything mixed together so when you squirted it wasn’t just the usual clear liquid, he was already so covered in your blood, sweating from the effort, the extra wetness makes it look and feel like a massive splatter of blood was just delivered onto him. You got his chest, stomach and yes, of course, his cock currently burying balls deep into your cunt. Apparently this proves too much for him, your thighs are trembling, overstimulated, blood covered and frankly exhausted he cums. He unloads in you, a few more shallow thrusts as he wrings out every single ounce of sensation from his climax. You were heaving, totally slack but there wasn’t time to rest. He was up by your head, standing on his knees on the mattress, his fingers in your hair, tugging it up and forcing his softening cock against your lips, “You gotta clean your mess up.”

A soft hum, your eyes half open, you look up at him, his coated shaft resting against your cheek and he says, “C’mon you and I both know that you’ll do it after that make out.” 

He was right. With a sigh and a roll of your eyes you set to work, lips part and you set to it, licking, sucking, tasting the heady mix of your slick, his cum and of course the squirt and blood, all together it hits the palette in a not entirely unpleasant fashion. “There you go. Goood, knew you loved this jus' as much as me.”

He coos softly, his hand pats your cheek condescending, you didn't know about loving it just as much as him but it was fun and it did feel good. He asks, “You feelin’ better? No more pain?”

You think for a second and then slip him out of your mouth, “Damn it you bastard you were right!”

“I’m right all the time! Don’t sound so shocked!” He laughed and you protested, “I dunno, I wouldn’t say that you are right all the time.” 

“Don’t make me fuck you until you literally can’t talk back.” 

A heavy silence, you consider if you should, but then you decide it’s a good idea so you say, “I doubt you could.”

He sighs heavily, “Such a fuckin’ brat.” 

“You love me.” You state simply and your note that he doesn’t correct you.

[borathae]

You have been warned I have THOUGHTS about them hahahaha

ok so

yonngi x oc:

piano sex. yes i know they did it before but this time she got so good in playing it and showed him a piece that he feasted on her while she was spread on the keys.

i also want to see them having a casual whiskey at night talking domestic, like it can be fluffy but i want more of their dialogue about how they think of life and maybe they gossip a little heheheheh i just love their partnership they're like mom and dad of the fic i wanna see more of their serious dynamic in everyday life

tae x oc:

them being in a playful banter bratty mood where she's like i'm a witch now i'm so strong and he's like baby you're cute but you can never outsrength me! and they end up fighting for domination while foreplaying and the sex just ends up being incredible because of their stubborness and witty remarks here and there, especially that tae has a foul mouth. perhaps taehyung lets her win it even though he's physically stronger just because it's cute when she thinks she can outwrestle him

oc x kook:

i just want them to live the full romance since poor kookie has been so deprived. he's so new to this and so prepares a date for her but he's so nervous. maybe they do an acitivity like ice skating and he's trying to win her over even though she's madly in love with him

they end up lovemaking that night in lotus for a very long long time :( and kookie cries because she praises him and calls him "my boyfriend" and he asks her to not leave him lap and they end up fluff talking about their relationship while she's cockwarming him

tae x kook:

these two just scream sulky teary sex to me, i would love to seem them have soft very gentle sensual sex where one of them was insecure and very pouty about a certain thing or has missed the other so much. perhaps jungkook went on a boxing team trip because he's now in control and can form friendships with humans. and so he likes being in a community that likes things he likes. and he comes home to an incredibly sulky tae who's been sleeping in his shirts every night and very unlike "open relationship tae", has spammed him with texts and just grew incredibly heartsick and yearning, he even baked him a cake with icing "welcome home baby" but failed because he sucks at baking hehehehe then they end up having very sulky teary eyed sex in candle light on the carpet of taehyung's atelier with the fireplace lit

yoongi x koo x oc:

threesome masturbation hello? that's like the hottest thing ever. and they all go for different things/styles/toys but they do it all together on the floor and are a mess because the rule is no one stops untill the alarm clock goes off no matter how many times you climaxed. kookie is crying tears and a blabbering mess by the end while's she made a mess of the floor and so oversensitive yoongi just pities them and turns the clock off they get each other off also by dirty talk, an dkookie surprises them when he dirty talks to them!

Me reading all of them:

I DEVORED ALL OF THEM FNADNF YOUR MIND ANONIE YOUR MIND nfadnfs they definitely inspired me hoohoho 👀 let's see what the future will bring *wink wink* 👀💜💜

[theragethatisdesire]

cowboy jean nsfw alphabet please i beg of you🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

oh you guys are going to kill me. kill me dead!!!! but i .....i cannot resist. i lowkey thought everyone had forgotten about our yeehaw boy but he haunts my dreams so i MUST. i'm so excited hehehehe.

nsfw yeehaw daddy headcanons below the cut minors get outta here

A. Aftercare

cowboy!jean is a good ole boy. he'll never leave you sitting there panting and covered in cum, he's always going to be a gentleman and clean you up, sweetheart that he is deep down. not big into the tender loving bathtime together or anything, but he'll cuddle and make sure you're well taken care of.

B. Body part

grew up on a farm, so he appreciates a well-muscled woman, jean loves your legs, like could stare at them all day. definitely a sucker for kissing you ankle to thigh before he eats you out, takes his time. he loves late nights on the porch where you swing your feet into his lap and he can just rub on your legs for awhile as you chit chat about nothing.

C. Cum

i think cowboy!jean is the most guilty of a breeding kink. doesn't want to cum anywhere but inside you. once you tell him you've gotten on birth control and it's actually safe to cum inside you and live out his fantasy without the risk of actually getting you pregnant, he's never "wasting a drop" again, as he puts it. can't wait til the day he can put a ring on your finger and toss your pills out for good.

D. Dirty secret

would love if you took charge in the bedroom. i feel like this jean comes off as being less enthusiastic about subbing than pretty girl jean, but even though he'd never ask for/initiate it, he would go crazy watching you pin him to the bed and using him however you want to get yourself off. wants to be your personal fuck toy once or twice lol.

E. Experience

idk why all of my variations of the boys are hoes, but yes, as we saw peeking through his window (lol), jean is a true, old-fashioned wild west cowboy that has slept his way around as he travels working on different ranches, so he knows his way around a woman's body quite well. weirdly, i hc that cowboy!jean lost his virginity very young too, so he's been at it for longer than most his age.

F. Favorite position

mating press, 100%. loves seeing you pinned underneath him, powerless and wiggling against his strong grip, especially when you cum like that. also the best position to get you pregnant in (not like he researched it) again, breeding kink!!!

G. Goofy

cowboy!jean is a pretty serious person in general, very quiet and contemplative most of the time, so i wouldn't say he's too into joking around in the bedroom. afterwards, he'll stay up and giggle and trade stories with you all night, but just not during.

H. Hair

let's be real here. you're both living and working on a ranch, no one's got time to shave when they're waking up at 4:30 every morning! always has a little thatch of curly blonde hair behind the zipper without fail, and never expects you to shave for the same reason.

I. Intimacy

once you've started seeing each other more, you learn that cowboy!jean loves nothing more than a slow, sweet night between the sheets. intimacy isn't something he's well-versed in, but it comes very naturally to him. missionary, holding hands, soft little kisses, the whole nine yards. he loves to treat you like the precious little thing you are to him just as much as he loves to reduce you to tears.

J. Jack off

working on a ranch is a hard-ass job, and more often than not, jean's so achey and beat by the end of the day that he doesn't even have the energy to jack off, especially not once you've invited him to your bed. he'd much rather walk straight past his cabin over to your little house and let you take care of him with your mouth, something you're always happy to oblige. i think he literally only jacks off when you're unavailable and he really needs to, otherwise it's just not something he makes time to do when it's a choice between that or valuable sleep.

K. Kink

breeding kink obviously, but i think what really tipped him over the edge is the voyeurism kink he didn't know he had when jean realized you'd been watching him fuck around. ofc he'd never do it to you again, but the thought of you peering in, doing something so unthinkably nasty really really got him going. again, also 100% a switch, loves the rare times when you take control and take what you want from him, especially after an especially hard day at work. i think he'd also get off going to visit you at work, watching you bat your eyes at the bar patrons (for tips, ofc), knowing that he gets to be the one to take you home that night. not sure if it's a kink, but it definitely turns him on.

L. Location

once he gets over his paralyzing fear of your father, i could see cowboy!jean really having a public sex thing? like wants to take you up in the barn and fuck you in the hayloft, or take you out to a field in his truck and fuck you in the bed of it. he's just so comfortable with nature and wide open spaces that it's become a bit of a fantasy for him.

M. Motivation

cowboy!jean loves watching you get down and dirty on the ranch, especially riding your horse. one of your favorite things to do together is take your horses out and get lost in the trails and jean literally can't hold himself together and ends up fucking you against a tree out in the middle of nowhere.

N. No

definitely no impact play beyond light spanking, doesn't like to mark you up too too much in case someone on the farm could see. cowboy!jean is a gentleman, so he's not too into degradation either. think of him as the ultimate soft dom.

O. Oral

nothing, and i mean nothing in the world makes jean feel better after a long day than a sloppy blowjob. you're the best he's ever had, and he takes advantage, always beckoning you to "come get on your knees for me sugar, was thinkin' about this pretty mouth all day". and who are you to complain, i mean look at him

P. Pace/Q. Quickie

so i'm combining these solely because of cowboy!jean x reader's schedules. while a quickie isn't your preferred method of sex, it's what you're often stuck with due to his hours on the farm, your complete opposite schedule as a bartender in town, and both of your respective exhaustion after a long shift. jean won't ever let you go without even if it's just ten minutes, always makes you finish with his mouth or his fingers if he cums too quickly to get the job done fucking (which is rare). because of the nature of your schedules, jean fucks fast and hard, just the way you like it. but if you've ever both got a few days off? you're not leaving the bed, let's just put it that way.

R. Risk

cowboy!jean isn't really a risktaker in bed in my opinion. he's pretty traditional and has all of his kinks well-identified. if you really wanted to try something, i think he'd be game, but i think he prefers it to just be you and him and some consistency between you both after all the inconsistency in his life up to this point.

S. Stamina

again, cowboy!jean is such a sleepy boy LOL he needs his rest! but if he can get a day off? this dude can go for HOURS i mean like nonstop round after round after round. you're more tired on jean's day off than you are when you work a double lol. def makes the most use of his time when he can find it.

T. Toys

understands that toys are useful, but again, he likes consistency and he gets off knowing that he's the one making you feel so good. does, however, go insane when you send him videos of you playing with yourself with your toys. he has a whole folder under lock and key on his iphone 8 (LMFAO u know this man is not technologically advanced okay) of videos of you stuffing yourself with toys, moaning about how you miss him when he has to go over to other ranches to sell horses and shit.

U. Unfair

between the two of you, you are absolutely the tease. jean's just so fun to rile up. after you start sleeping together, you don't stop the antics you used to get his attention in the first place, in fact, you get worse. shorter dresses, shorter shorts, oh no! forgot to wear a bra to come check on ace down at the barn! it drives jean crazy, especially when the other stablehands are making eyes at each other and not-so-subtly nodding at your ass when you bend over to pick a few things off the ground. believe me, you're going to pay for that later.

V. Volume

dirty talker, but louder than pretty girl jean. again, lots of grunts and groans, loves to compliment you, tell you how good you're doing and how good you feel, how pretty you look, etc. again, he's the ultimate soft dom.

W. Wild card

i sort of already said this, but he loves outdoor sex. like out in nature, in the trails, bed of his truck, after swimming in the lake, etc. he just can't get enough. something about having his wild girl out in the middle of nowhere split open on him just really does it for jean.

X. X-ray

i'm going to go seven inches, but he's pretty. like, pretty pink tip, smooth, veiny. every time he pulls his pants off you just want to put him in your mouth.

Y. Yearning

i think that while jean is always super exhausted from work, when he decides in the middle of the day that your shorts are a little too tight or you've batted those pretty eyes at him one too many times, it's over. he's coming over to yours to fuck you silly, come hell or high water. with exhaustion and stress comes the need to find something to take your frustration out on, and luckily for jean, he has your body to do whatever he wants to. lucky lucky you!

Z. Zzzz

oh yes. literally within 10 minutes of you both getting cleaned up and snuggled into the sheets, jean's asleep. usually you're the one setting an alarm for the both of you so he can sneak out of your house before your father's started marching around the grounds. poor thing is just so worn out and so content laying in your arms, he's snoring before you can even turn the lamp off. precious<3

[artzychic27]

OMG one of my favorite songs is "I'm the Music Meister" and I'd love to see Jesse sing it.

Hehehehe…

Soo-Yeon: Then it sounds to me like it's time to rumble!

Genevieve: Indeed, but it is you who will take the tumble... *She slaps a hand over her mouth*

Brecken: I'm sorry, darlin’, but did you just sing that?

Genevieve: Of course I did not! Wait, yes I did!

I'm sounding shrill against my will, and cannot stop this singing!

Margo: And in my ears, I swear I hear a quite distinctive ringing!

Parker: This silly game is very lame, and someone's gonna pay!

Anthony: An unknown force, but where's the source that has us in its sway?

Candace: Who is doing this to us? And on this, we must concur;

Villain Kids: They're dastardly, despicable, disturbingly inexplicable...

Petra: And imminently kickable!

All: That dirty, rotten rat is...

*Jesse, with a dramatic flourish, appears and belts-*

Jesse: The Music Maestro~!

*The heroes and villains, stunned for a moment, face their new common enemy and unseath their weapons*

Jesse: Put down your arms, my friends, your arrows, guns, and swords.

*Against their will, they drop their weapons and stop using their powers*

Your resistance to my charm now ends, when I belt these power chords!

*The villains of the class, Ayesha, Candance, Eri, Staci, Margo, Brecken, Soo-Yeon, Parker, Eloise, and Anais, completely under Jesse’s control, follow him in a dance number as he takes Anthony into his arms and brings him down for a dip*

Good guys or bad guys, it doesn't really matter;

You are all just slaves to my hypnotic patter!

As I regale you with my story, you'll know you have no choice,

But to do my evil bidding, when you hear this booming voice!

Oh, I'm the Music Maestro!

All: He's the Maestro!

Jesse: And everyone just fawns!

All: He's the Music Maestro, and we are all his pawns!

Jesse: And so for me, it's destiny to be the maestro of villainy!

Yes I'm the Music Maestro, and I'm here to settle the score!

You see, I’ve grown quite tired of playing second fiddle and not being taken seriously as a villain just because of my power. And now that I've established who's in charge...GET TO WORK!

*Zoé, clad in her gear, surveys her fellow schoolmates performing choreography while doing Jesse’s bidding. Staci, with her eye beam, cuts holes through the windows of jewelry stores and banks. Brecken multiplies himself and starts stuffing bags full of valuables … All while dancing*

Zoé: Well… There’s something you don’t see everyday.

*Jesse’s voice turns somber as he recalls when he was younger and sang in the school choir. It was his passion, his first love… And he was made miserable for it*

Jesse: The bullies used to pick on me because I sang in choir,

But something very strange occurred when I kept singing higher!

*His voice becomes lively once more. Smirking, he remembers how he made his first set of puppets do his bidding, and he ruled over that pathetic school with an iron fist!… Then he was stopped by none other than a certain pesky blonde*

The ruffians around me quickly fell into a trance,

And it was then with wicked glee I made those puppets dance!

*She never stopped him from continuing his crime spree, though. And there’s no way she’ll be able to stop him now*

I'm the Music Maestro!

All: He's the Music Maestro!

Jesse: And everyone just fawns!

All: He's the Music Maestro, and we are all his pawns!

Jesse: I'm the Music Maestro! Crime became my path!

Anthony: He's the Music Maestro~

*Jesse suddenly finds himself captivated. He listens closely to find which one of his puppets possesses that heavenly voice, and finds him, the ebony-haired boy in the dark cloak*

Anthony: And we must beware his wrath!

Jesse: That voice!… Beautiful! Aa~aah!

Anthony: Aaa~aaah!

*Jesse and Anthony exchange pitches, belting the notes louder as Jesse leads Anthony in a waltz*

Jesse: Aaaa~aaaaah!

Anthony: Aaaaa~aaaaaahh!

Jesse/Anthony: Aaaaaa~aaaaaaahhhh!

Zoé: The bastard! His voice can hit a pitch that hypnotically controls anyone who hears it! *After putting in a pair of ear plugs, she leaps down from the rooftops and confronts Jesse* This concerto of crime is over!

Jesse: Ah, the Blonde Wonder herself! I'm sorry, but my work's not quite done yet! *With his other arm wrapped around Anthony, he aims and shoots energy blasts from his conductor’s baton at Zoé, who expertly dodges each time*

You better tow the line you see, because your wills belong to me.

*In sort of a Grease fashion, the heroes and villains rhythmically snap their fingers and stalk toward Zoé*

And now my friends, you have the chance... To show Robin how well you dance!

*The villains and heroes engage in some sort of dance fighting. Zoé is able to fend off against most of them since their punches and kicks aren’t as effective when under Jesse’s influence, but Eri, Mona, and Anthony’s powers catch her off guard for a moment, and she finds herself entangled in one of Anais’ gadgets. Jesse, meanwhile, watches all of this from the rooftops. Seeing that Brecken’s clones have gathered all of the valuables, and he smirks*

Jesse: And now that Robin’s been delayed, your usefulness has passed!

A distraction is what I need, so kick into that blast! *Vocalizes*

Oh, I'm the Music Maestro! I cannot help but boast!

All: He's the Music Maestro, under his spell we're toast!

Jesse: I'm the Music Maestro, I've won the day, now I must fly!

I'm the Music Maestro, and I'm here to settle the score!

*With Anthony still hypnotized, he takes his hand and kisses it*

Jesse: Until next time, my dear.

*With the same theatrics as when he arrived, he disappears into the night, and so do the jewels and cash he had stolen. The villains and heroes soon find themselves no longer under his control. Anthony, startled by his sudden change of location, loses his balance and falls right into Candace’s arms

Parker: … What the hell was that?!

@msweebyness @imsparky2002

[legendary-alliance-stance]

a, i, l, m, r, w for archemorus! (-@astralarias)

HEHEHEHE THANK U >:3c

(Shout out to @legendary-assassin-stance for helping me with this, as he's my co-writer when it comes to the ghosts, and he's functionally the one steering re: Archemorus)

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

VERY cuddly, he's basically an octopus in how he wraps his limbs around Viktor. (Not that Viktor minds, of course)

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Archemorus has a…. dirty mouth on him when Viktor gets him going, and he's very chatty, very handsy overall.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Pretty much anywhere, and since they are ghosts they definitely do have the freedom to be a little.. Liberal with locations, but Archemorus does prefer the bed they share in their little Mists-enveloped room of Arborstone, if possible.

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

Viktor's existence

Viktor being handsy does it about 98% of the time, even if he isn't meaning to be risque at the time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely -- What's life without a little risky fun?

(Especially since the both of them are ghosts, there's no risk of pregnancy.)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When Viktor gets going enough to lose track of what he's saying, to the point of blasphemy, it makes Archemorus preen; he knows how much the Gods mean to Viktor, so the fact that he can make him run his mouth like that is probably the highest praise he could possibly get.

[synamartia]

Oh no. Oh, no no no no no, I do not like those warnings at all.

♡ ... Murder, dead bodies, allusions to bad things by bad men, Alastor has had bad times and will have bad times, bad kind of choking, domestic shit, Detective Brady, Obvious Sin

You're gonna make my heart hurt with this one, ain'tcha? Should I get some tissues and ice cream before I start reading?

♡ You let Alastor start the shower, remembering people often complaining you turned it too hot. Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain around, you told him to face the water so you could clean his back. It wasn't dirty, you just wanted an excuse to touch and stare.

Me too, boo. If it's not sloughing off my skin, it's not hot enough.

♡ He looked down right bashful. It was so cute you wanted to shove your face in his crotch and scream.

I'm picturing an embarrassed Alastor rn and ASDFGHJKL-- my heart! It's melting! Whyyyy does every version of Al that ISN'T his normal charming, confident self make me wanna squeal like a schoolgirl? 😭

♡ Date makes a move. Alastor politely redirects. Date gets annoyed because it's not the first time he's done this. Alastor offers other ways to please them, be it his hands or his mouth. They either get sad ('You think I'm repulsive, don't you?!') or angry ('What kind of man are you?').

The kind I would sell my soul to without a second thought.

♡ If he didn't find them worth the effort, he would simply end the date then and there. But if he liked them enough, enjoyed their company enough, needed them for some purpose enough, he would acquiesce. They would touch him, and he would react like the touch-me-not plant he used to harass as a child, moving without thought from the stimulation. And he'd think about more engaging things until he got them to finish or he could say he did.

I had NO clue what a touch-me-not plant was, like I thought it was just a different name for the Venus fly trap. Shows how little I know about botany 🙃

♡ But like a fall from a mildly scary height into the sea, thrilling but safe, he tensed as your hands moved. When you began to wash his face, he hit the water feet first. His shoulders noticeably relaxed, and you thought you saw his chin shake a little, but you let it go to rub circles on his cheeks. You got behind his ears and under his chin. You tried to make a mustache but the soap didn't later well enough for that.

Okay, this whole time I've been scouring the chapters for specific scenes to draw, and I've finally found one. This. Is. ADORABLE! ❤ also kinda want to test the facial hair statement mentioned in the next paragraph. Y'know, for curiosity's sake. 🤔

♡ It tickled when he washed you, those soft fingers making bubbles across your skin. The steam was dampening his hair. Ah, you just noticed he wasn't wearing glasses.

God this is so cute! Intimate moments like these are one of my reasons for loving the slow burn~ Plus the innocence of it all just makes it 10x better, and the way you describe it-- *chef's kiss* Perfection! It's got me wanting to write a bath scene for Haunted once the raunchy sex is done; aftercare and all that jazz~ but my anxiety is kicking in hard, and I feel like if I did, it would be copying you somehow - not like verbatim, more so plot/course of events and such 🥺

♡ He squinted then made his eyes wide, "Hmm.... Two hands." You pushed him down with your foot to his chest, him catching himself with his arm. "At least I didn't say three, dear."

THE ATMOSPHERIC PIVOT. WE WENT FROM AWWWHHHS TO GIGGLE SNORTS IN .02 SECONDS 🤣 at least I didn't say three heheheh

♡ "I can do anything I damn well want." Your eyes skirted around his face before making him meet your gaze, "Atleast to the car. Okay?" Suddenly insecure about how aggressive you were, "Please."

BROOOOO-- I feel like this ALL THE FUCKING TIME, just never knew how to phrase it! I'm EXTREMELY aware of my over-zealous tendencies, and I'm constantly worried I'm being a nuisance and weirding people out, especially you, Mink, and Danny. So if I ever get to be too much, please tell me so I can tune it down a bit, okay? And I'm really sorry if I've already done it..

♡ It was unspoken, and somehow equally shocking as the night you grabbed a dead man by the legs, that you dressed each other. Domestic was the only word for it and it was downright frightening for you. But you didn't stop, some magnets in your fingertips drawn to the buttons of his shirt, to the collar you adjusted, to his glasses that you rested on the bridge of his nose.

How the fuck did you manage to make dressing one another sound more intimate than stripping each other down? so jealous rn

♡ Alastor hadn't any idea what he was doing, perhaps his mother had told him to do this and he had long forgotten it. Maybe he saw it in a movie. Or read it in a book. But gingerly, as you sat on a side of the bed away from Tommy, he knelt and rolled up your stockings, watching as you clipped them to the garter belt. He slipped on your shoes and took your hand to help you stand. As you put on your dress, his hands took the buttons at the bottom and yours took the top, meeting in the center. His newly clean fingers straightened out the wrinkles.

Second scene for drawing, saved~ ❤

♡ "Why did you work for a man like that?" Continuing to avoid your face, he busied himself with drawing the sides and corners of the canvas up like a giant sachet.

YES, THANK YOU. I'VE BEEN WONDERING THE SAME THING.

♡ As you both stood there, trunk full of Tommy between you, you were unaware of what little wildfires you'd set off in the other.

GAHHH-- I love your idioms so much! ❤❤

♡ Our. Your knees buckled a little.

*swoons* I'M RIGHT thERE WITH YA, BABYGIRL~!

♡ That grin erupted, beaming a toothy smile that warmed you to your core, "Endlessly fascinating." His fingers lingered on you until they were pulled away by the limits of his reach, him backing up to the car door, "Be safe. Good night."

Oh goodie, a perfect excuse to tell ya'll something adorable my kid does. Gather 'round, it's unrelated story time! My 4yo is still learning to speak clearly, and the way she says "careful" sounds like a really crude pronunciation of "oreo", so whenever someone leaves the house, she'll shout as loud as her little lungs will let her, "Be oreo!" So now instead of saying "be careful", Wifey and I will say, "Be an oreo!" ... We're gonna be those cringe parents that bring up embarrassing things our kids did to their prom dates, watch. 🤣 great, now I made myself sad by thinking about my girls growing up uggghhhh whhhhyyyyyy T.T

♡ Alastor rode home in silence, sometimes so lost in thought he would snap back to reality and realize he had no idea how long he had been driving. It would take a second but he would confirm he was still on the right path.

I do this too. Half the ideas I get for writing come from my driving daydreams. Just wish they sounded as good on paper as they do in my head 😭

♡ It was too soon to bring you to his home. He knew that was a logical statement. However, every other part of him wanted to carry you over his shoulder into his house and show you around, excited to hear your responses to the details of his safe harbor. He could cook for you. You two could push the sofa back and dance in the sitting room. The back porch was lovely for early morning reading.

Neither one of them wants to admit it's love, huh? *I Won't Say (I'm In Love) starts playing*

♡ Alastor would give nearly anything to share a set of plates with someone gentle, to have a set of hand towels in the bathroom for himself and someone patient, to warm two mugs in the morning with coffee for himself and someone understanding.

MY HEART. HAZEL I CAN'T TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS-- ❤️‍🔥💣💥

♡ He stared down at Tommy's pale face, clothes dirty and body stiffening on the metal work station of the greenhouse. He probably would never have learned about Tommy if not for you. No rumors or whispers or warnings about a theater manager abusing the artists in his employ were floating around.

I feel like my question will be answered if I just keep reading, or go back a couple chapters, but Tommy's abuse was still fairly new, wasn't it? I feel like, given enough time, he would've wound up on Alastor's radar eventually. 🤔 An alternative meet-cute for Al and Reader~ ❤

♡ "Detective Brady! The assistant manager can talk now." Someone called from down the hall. You continued covering your bruises, hoping he hadn't noticed them. With a pat to the door frame, metal ring clinking, he left.

THE FOREBODING. IT HAS RETURNED. Also, I can't remember if you described what Brady looks like, but all I see when I think of him is Kingpin from the Marvel Comics. 😶

♡ Surprisingly, the theater ran perfectly smoothly without Tommy. James, the assistant, stepped up and everything carried on as usual. The detective didn't come back, either. Rumor in the dressing room was that Tommy had been an open-and-close case of bad decisions leading to bad outcomes.

It's not that simple though, is it? I have a feeling Tommy's murder is gonna come back to bite our deer couple in the ass.

♡ Except for the small detail that you hadn't actually known where the west entrance was to the park, or even that the gates had names. But you found it easily enough. As you approached you could see him waiting, a blue suit without the jacket, was there a color he wouldn't look charming in?

Saaaammmmeeee. I am shit with directions. Give me landmarks, not the whole north/east/south/west shtick. I WILL get lost worse than Zoro (One Piece) ever could. 😂 also blue??? Color me intrigued 👀

♡ You spoke without thinking, something you never did, "You're too beautiful. I should go." Your attempt to turn away only half in jest. His bright laugh rang out, melting the muscles of your legs.

GIRL SAME.

♡ "Autumn, was it?"

OH HELL NO. YOU'RE NOT ABOUT TO RUIN THIS. GTFO HERE, PENCIL DICK.

♡ The detective, tall and lean, eyes a striking cool blue and hair the color of wheat, removed his hat. "Oh?"

Oh, wow. My mental image of Brady was SO far off, holy shit. 😂

♡ "Ah, well, you had good reason to be. Lucky coincidence seeing you here." He set his hat under his arm, "I was just headed to your manager's mother's home."

THE FUCK IT IS. COINCIDENCE, MY ASS.

♡ Were you wearing your perspiration pads under your dress? You think you were. If not, maybe you could just spill water on yourself and say it was a stain. Stiff, you took a seat.

Wait, those are a thing?!

♡ "I was hoping to interview the rest of you ladies. I was going to stop by tomorrow but, if you have a moment, what can you tell me about him?" His eyes looked like ice, their effect similar as a chill ran down your spine.

Oh, fuck me. Now all I see is Iwan Rheon. HAZEL, YOU'RE MAKING ME THIRST FOR THE BAD GUY OVER HERE i'm just a certified villian simp

♡ You stood up, slapping his shoulder, "I meant the theater! Sir!"

Maybe I'm just horny but I'd take him up to that studio where Tommy was killed - y'know, to "investigate" Why the hell am I down so bad for Brady now what the actual FUCK 😩

♡ "No. That night with Legs. He stopped me a quite a few blocks before I found you. Gave me his card and a warning about missing people and something about little ladies being out at night."

*snort* Legs. 😂

♡ His hand came over and gently rubbed your open palm with his thumb, "You're right. That was smart, thank you." Alastor smiled brighter, "Now! Let's put that behind us. I don't have a terribly long time. There's a couple things to discuss. Most importantly," he leaned over the table, face serious, "You think I'm beautiful?"

*inhales* BOI. such a cheeky lil shit istg

♡ When you told him you hadn't slept that well in weeks, and thanked him softly for his affection as you felt that had something to do with it, he hummed happily. He offered you his home phone number, you gesturing to the phone box at the corner in return.

Ah, payphones. I know today's technological advances have made them obsolete, but they still had SOME use left. Cell phones aren't always reliable, what with the whole battery life thing and signal dependency, not to mention, not everyone has the luxury of one, so why rip 'em all out? ... God I feel so old now.

♡ But finally, the moment you'd been waiting for. You called Alastor and he sounded tense, like he hadn't slept. With a simple "What's wrong?", he asked if you'd want to help him with work.

FUCK. YES. FINALLY GONNA GET OUR HANDS DIRTY am i too excited for this part?

♡ The look of betrayal on the man's face as his eyes flew from Alastor back to you increased Alastor's high was three fold. He asked the man already too gone to reply, if he remembered his staffer. "You should. She'll always remember you."

AHHHH VENGEFUL ALASTOR I LOVE IT

♡ But one night was atypical. One night was downright horrible.

Wait. Hazel, what are you doing? Where are you going with this? HAZEL WHAT'S GOING ON--

♡ You found your answer when the man smiled down at you, telling you how beautiful you looked in the starlight, how you'd stay so beautiful forever, and wrapped his hands around your neck. Capital "D" Dangerous.

GO FOR THE JEWELS, READER. TWIST IT, PULL IT, BOP IT!

♡ The man wasn't huge, but he was larger than Alastor. You watched the men struggle, slippery ground complicating Alastor's attempts to stay upright as he straddled the man, and he couldn't get leverage enough to bring down the knife. Horrified, you sat on your legs feeling helpless as the man lifted himself and Alastor off the ground entirely and tossed him onto his back. A small cry, Alastor rolled away revealing a rock where his back had landed.

LEAVE MY BABY BAMBI ALONE YOU BRUTE. D<

♡ He thought he heard you scream.

HAZEEEEEEELLLLLLLLL WHYYYYYYYYYY I LOVE THE SUSPENSE SO GODDAMN MUCH BUT WHYYYYYYYYY

Gonna go get some late night dinner, and then on to chapter five! Please let this end okay- *fingers crossed*

A Doe in Fall (part 4)

⟢HumanAlastor x FemaleBurlesquerReader - A Doe in Fall

Part 1 - Pretty in Red smut💦 Part 2 - Liar smut💦 Part 3 - A Tragedy smut💦 Part 4 - Enough Part 5 - Too Much Part 6 - Learning smut💦 Part 7 - Recognition smut💦

Part 4 Enough

Alastor struggled with the prior expectations others had of him, but you eased them away with gentle hands. And to your great comfort, Tommy’s absence is noticed but not entirely shocking to anyone. With that concern behind him, finally, Alastor gives in to his own selfish wants and asks for your help with his “work.”

「Warnings/Promises: Human Alastor x Fem Burlesquer reader, No smut! No pussy eating! No fingering! It took away from the important events and Alastor’s mental health (I know he’s not real but he’s KINDA REAL?) so I didn’t include it. Next time! , Murder, dead bodies, allusions to bad things by bad men, Alastor has had bad times and will have bad times, bad kind of choking, domestic shit, Detective Brady, Obvious Sin」

You let Alastor start the shower, remembering people often complaining you turned it too hot. Stepping into the tub and drawing the curtain around, you told him to face the water so you could clean his back. It wasn’t dirty, you just wanted an excuse to touch and stare.

A moment of silence, you were a little scared to speak but had a question burning a hole in your pocket, “Do you like sex?” You ran the bar of soap down his back, no wash cloth in sight.

“It’s … pleasurable.”

Your mouth twisted, “I thought maybe…it didn’t work.”

He laughed, “You wouldn’t be the first. Works fine. I just don’t care to use it much. I don’t-“ a pause, he considered how to say it as he had never said it out loud before, “I don’t see the appeal, typically. There’s better ways to enjoy my time and chase pleasures than sweating over a stranger,” The word stranger floated in the air around you. Alastor felt the need to push it away, dispel it as quickly as he could, “Dancing is basically the same thing, which seems to be the issue with current society.”

“I can respect that. Well, I’m relieved you aren’t dependent on murder for an erection because I don’t think I can hide that many bodies.” A chuckle from him, but you grimaced. Not now, don’t joke now. Stop hiding from the uncomfortable vulnerability of blunt honesty. You were glad he couldn’t see your face, resting your head between his shoulder blades as you lazily washed his lower back and down, “Don’t push yourself. I know I’ve been-,”

“Affectionate?”

“Aggressive.” You winced, “your word is better. Just, I wont… I can't enjoy something you don’t want.” Your traced circles onto his skin, “I can't get my rocks off to someone’s bad time.” A smile you couldn’t see, small and warm. “I hope it’s obvious I won’t go anywhere.”

He laughed louder, offending you a little.

“Sorry, it’s just— yes that’s been made clear. I quite literally told you to stop following me and somehow here we are.” He looked over his shoulder at you and gestured for the soap. You shook your head no.

“Turn around.”

He paused.

“Not— not like that. Unless you want me to?” You would drop to your knees so fast you would damage the tub if he said yes.

“I’m good dear, thank you.”

The tub was safe.

You took your time, covering his chest in suds, his arms, his sides. You did get on your knees after all to wash his feet, his calves, his thighs. You stopped short of going any higher.

He looked down right bashful. It was so cute you wanted to shove your face into his crotch and scream. 

Alastor wasn’t used to people handling him. Not outside of uncomfortable situations. The order of events typically went as follows:

Date makes a move. Alastor politely redirects. Date gets annoyed because it’s not the first time he’s done this. Alastor offers other ways to please them, be it his hands or his mouth. They either get sad (‘You think I’m repulsive, don’t you?!’) or angry (‘What kind of man are you?’). 

If he didn’t find them worth the effort, he would simply end the date then and there. But if he liked them enough, enjoyed their company enough, needed them for some purpose enough, he would acquiesce. They would touch him, and he would react like the touch-me-not plant he used to harass as a child, moving without thought from the stimulation. And he’d think about more engaging things until he got them to  finish or he could say he did. 

And it would buy a little more time with good enough affection and good enough company and good enough reasons. 

Good enough. ‘Enough’ was right there in the phrase. 

And then it would repeat until someone gave up.

When he didn’t move or reply as your hands sat where his thighs met his hips, lost in some train of thought, you left it be and stood. Lathering your hands, “One spot left!”

He suddenly looked so tired, eyebrows rising as if to ask you ‘what’s that?’ yet the dullness of his eyes indicated he wasn’t actually asking. 

But like a fall from a mildly scary height into the sea, thrilling but safe, he tensed as your hands moved. When you began to wash his face, he hit the water feet first.  His shoulders noticeably relaxed, and you thought you saw his chin shake a little, but you let it go to rub circles on his cheeks. You got behind his ears and under his chin. You tried to make a mustache but the soap didn’t lather well enough for that.

“You’re not missing out. I don't look good in facial hair.” He said, and you believed it. 

You handed him the soap and let him finish cleaning himself, trying to steal looks without being too obvious. Making a mental note to yourself for every piece of him to compliment later when he was more comfortable.

It tickled when he washed you, those soft fingers making bubbles across your skin. The steam was dampening his hair. Ah, you just noticed he wasn’t wearing glasses.

“Can you see? Without the glasses?” He was down now, cleaning your already clean legs.

“Ah, well, no.”

You held up 7 fingers.

He squinted then made his eyes wide, “Hmm…. Two hands.” You pushed him down with your foot to his chest, him catching himself with his arm. “At least I didn’t say three, dear.” 

You play kicked, “Unfunny!”

When he laughed now he looked boyish. His laughter bright as a bell. It was so jarring that it made your subconscious remind you of the dead man lying in the other room. The juxtaposition impossible to ignore.

Alastor noticed the shift in the air, getting up and setting the soap down on the lip of the tub. His hands rubbed your cheeks, your chin, your nose.

“You can leave after you’re all cleaned and dressed.” He was looking at your nose as he spoke.

“I can do anything I damn well want.” Your eyes skirted around his face before making him meet your gaze, “Atleast to the car. Okay?” Suddenly insecure about how aggressive you were, “Please.” 

Alastor nodded, could he see your smile? You could see his.

It was unspoken, and somehow equally shocking as the night you grabbed a dead man by the legs, that you dressed each other. Domestic was the only word for it and it was downright frightening for you.

But your body didn’t stop, some magnets in your fingertips drawn to the buttons of his shirt, to the collar you adjusted, to his glasses that you rested on the bridge of his nose.

Alastor hadn’t any idea what he was doing, perhaps his mother had told him to do this and he had long forgotten it. Maybe he saw it in a movie. Or read it in a book. But gingerly, as you sat on a side of the bed away from Tommy, he knelt and rolled up your stockings, watching as you clipped them to the garter belt. He slipped on your shoes and took your hand to help you stand. As you put on your dress his hands took the buttons at the bottom and yours took the top, meeting in the center. His newly clean fingers straightened out the wrinkles.

He avoided looking you in the eyes, something heavy in the space between you two telling him the air might catch fire if he did. He didn’t know what that meant, and he had done enough new things for one evening. 

“Can I ask you something?” He took the twine that tied the clothes together and began looping it through eyelets in the canvas.

“Of course.” He could ask you anything, if you answered was still up in the air.

“Why did you work for a man like that?” Continuing to avoid your face, he busied himself with drawing the sides and corners of the canvas up like a giant sachet.

A good question. One you would think he’d have asked before the murder. “He wasn’t like that before. This whole… thing was a recent shift. I know it was gambling but I think he was getting into some hard drugs too. His behavior had just gotten erratic.”

He tied the twine tightly, “It seemed impulse control was an issue for him, given his brief conversation with me. This-,” he pointed at you, suddenly full of passion again, “This is what I meant. I don’t talk to men for long. What a terrible conversation that was.” You fought back a smile. “Was he bragging? You wouldn’t believe the number of men— well I suppose yes you would.” He pushed up his sleeves and held them in place with arm bands, “If that is the typical sexual tendencies of men then I’m glad to see I evolved past it.” Alastor was spewing a stream of consciousness that even you could tell was out of character. 

Or perhaps, “I have a feeling you’d be saying all this if I were here or not.” You stared down at the canvas bundle.

That smile again, “Normally it’s under my breath but— they don’t seem to mind!” He gave the bundle a tug, checking for the sturdiness of the twine.“So, usually I do this closer to the car…” 

It was unladylike and you loved it, legs open wide as you lifted your half of the bloody package. You lumbered down the tight stairwell as he went backwards, insisting it was the gentlemanly thing to do. There was a moment you were alone at the bottom of the stairs as Alastor brought the car around. You gave the body a little kick, “Why’d you have to go and be such an ass?” Mumbled under your breath like a professional.

As you both stood there, trunk full of Tommy between you, you were unaware of what little wildfires you’d set off in the other.

Alastor felt his stomach flipping, an impulse to grab your face with both hands and kiss you making his fingers tap the roof of the car. He was worried if he did, he wouldn’t be able to stop. An issue he had never had before, but it still felt like an issue nonetheless. It was, wasn’t it? An issue?

Something in you felt like the good wife in the doorway, waving your darling off to work in the morning. Wanting to plant a kiss on his cheek and straighten his bow tie. If you’d seen a neighbor do it you’d roll your eyes and fake a gag, but you wanted to give it to him. You wanted to give him consistent adoration he could rely on and that was the only example you could think of. A nervous hand considered clawing the feeling out of your chest entirely.

You both decided to play it cool,  Alastor dialling back the urge and planting a single kiss to your nose. You hummed, “If anyone asks…”

“You saw Tommy take the cash and leave.” Alastor said quickly, so confident you could believe maybe you had.

You nodded. Biting your bottom lip you stopped the urge to offer more help. Trust needed to exist that he’d ask for it if he wanted to. 

Maybe your face was losing its skill, mask dissolving under the events of the night, because a grin spread across his face, “Baby steps.”

Always scared of letting him slip through your fingers, you tried to hide how badly you needed another date to look forward to. Pursing your lips, “Speaking of, we’ve checked off public acts of indecency, a dance hall romp, and now some gentle sex near a formerly living man. Would you like to get coffee this week?”

“In the daytime?” False incredulity

“Fully clothed.” You added.

If he hadn’t stifled his laughter, it could have been dangerous, “Scandalous.” A small panic, he hadn’t actually agreed yet. An unfamiliar feeling of insecurity came down on you like a mistimed curtain fall. 

“I’ll need a few days…Saturday, at ten, the little cafe at the west entrance of our favorite park?”

Our. Your knees buckled a little. 

“Sounds positively deviant. I’ll be there with bells on.” Why was your heart pounding now. Why now?

“It’s a date then.” A kiss to your cheek, he tensed, holding back. “Can I drive you home?,” it was spoken into your skin. His lips not leaving your face. 

“I have to go back in. Tell everyone how much of an ass Tommy is for leaving me all alone with that wealthy bore.” Your cheek leaned into his kiss. His lips dragged across your skin to find your mouth, still open.

He exhaled, shakey and slow. Your eyes saw something new; dilated pupils staring down at you. A heat was pooling in your lap again, never so receptive to a pair of eyes before.

“Should I come back?” He knew he shouldn’t.

Luckily so did you. “You know I’m not far from here. Just get home, or wherever you're going, safely.” He finally let his mouth capture yours, his hands roaming the soft fabric of your dress. Red, smooth, warm. You broke away, pulling from some well of strength you didn’t know you had, “If the girls see— there’s no motive quite like a jealous man.”

That grin erupted, beaming a toothy smile that warmed you to your core, “Endlessly fascinating.” His fingers lingered on you until they were pulled away by the limits of his reach, him backing up to the car door, “Be safe. Good night.”

Your legs crossed one in front of the other, had a man ever considered your safety enough to say it out loud? Without adding some patronizing addition like “little lady” or “pretty thing” to it that felt more like an admission of intent? “Good night.”

Alastor rode home in silence, sometimes so lost in thought he would snap back to reality and realize he had no idea how long he had been driving. It would take a second but he would confirm he was still on the right path. 

It was too soon to bring you to his home. He knew that was a logical statement. However, every other part of him wanted to carry you over his shoulder into his house and show you around, excited to hear your responses to the details of his safe harbor. He could cook for you. You two could push the sofa back and dance in the sitting room. The back porch was lovely for early morning reading.

An incorporeal pain tore through his stomach. 

Hands gripping the steering wheel, bright eyes popping up from the tall grass as he rumbled past. 

He was getting ahead of himself again. All of the idioms he was taught were going up in flames. 

‘Don’t put the cart before the horse.’

Unfortunately he had guilded the cart as well, so weighted with the gold of his hopes he was worried the axis would snap.

‘Don’t put all your eggs in one basket.’ 

He had saddled you with an entire coop of his joy. Unfair and unwise.

‘Pearls before swine’

He was, like many men, reduced to a greedy mouthed animal at your feet, incapable of appreciating your attention as it should be. But he didn’t want you to stop. Perhaps a pig could learn?

So much for evolved. 

As he pulled into the dirt driveway of what was his father’s home, then his mother’s home, now his own, he wondered what your first thoughts would be. Would you like it? Were you expecting something grander? Something shiny and new? 

When he was backed up to the greenhouse he rested his head against the steering wheel. 

The smell of the soap was heating up with his thoughts, remembering your hands. You smelled the same now tonight, the same soap. What an intimate thing to share. Could he ever hope to share such things with someone, or was it foolish to spend time thinking about it? 

Alastor would give nearly anything to share a set of plates with someone gentle, to have a set of hand towels in the bathroom for himself and someone patient, to warm two mugs in the morning with coffee for himself and someone understanding.

A secret little dream he threw away shortly after entering adulthood. Which was fine for him. If having those niceties meant having to fake that a part of himself mattered more than it did, he didn’t want them. Not that much. He was already putting on a show outside, he couldn’t bring the audience into his home. His mother’s home. 

As he grappled with Tommy’s impromptu shroud, he considered his outward image. 

He was proud of it. He chose to have it, it was a tool that got him far in life and elevated his status. No qualms. Just, when you expect to do something all of your life alone, it’s foundation shaking to learn perhaps you didn’t have to.

He had convinced himself he preferred to be alone. But now it seemed maybe he had been lying to himself. At some point he confused accepting a situation with preferring it. 

He stared down at Tommy’s pale face, clothes dirty and body stiffening on the metal work station of the greenhouse. He probably would never have learned about Tommy if not for you. No rumors or whispers or warnings about a theater manager abusing the artists in his employ were floating around.

Again, he felt his chest tightening. It didn’t matter if he had had the man already in his sights or not. He would have killed him. Alastor ran his hands through his hair. Would you have stopped him, would he have let you, if you swore Tommy didn’t deserve to die?

No. A silly rhetorical. Had you begged on your knees with tear stained eyes he’d have kissed your cheeks and said whatever you asked to hear. And then he would wait for Tommy to be alone in a dark place like he did the others. And he would avoid looking you in the eye for as long as he had to, until you forgot about the former employer.

With a single and soft clap of his hands he shut his mind off and went about his work. Now wasn't the time for questions and what-ifs. He needed to make Tommy disappear as soon as possible. He didn’t usually kill so close together in time. A brief thought slipped through the cracks of his walls, This would be easier with help. 

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

No one noticed Tommy was missing until the following night. But given he’d gotten a considerable payday Monday the staff just assumed he was off snorting his profits. 

It wasn’t until Wednesday morning did police come by, Tommy’s mother having called in a missing person’s report.

You heard the girls speaking to the detective outside the dressing room before rehearsals. 

“This is typical Tommy.”

“He’s been dabbling into some heavy stuff.”

“You didn’t hear it from me, but! I heard he got,” you couldn’t see what she was doing, “ya know?”

When the detective looked into the dressing room and asked who he hadn’t spoken with, your eyes met in the mirror, recognition painting his face. 

“Detective Brady! The assistant manager can talk now.” Someone called from down the hall. You continued covering your bruises, hoping he hadn’t noticed them. With a pat to the door frame, metal ring clinking, he left.

He didn’t have time to speak with all of you before it was doors open and left before the show began. As soon as you got home you fished around in your key bowl for the crinkled card.

You dropped it back in, hands coming to your face. Of course. Why would it be any other man?

Deep breathes. It isn’t strange he ran into you before, you worked and lived in the area. He probably handed that card to every woman he passed at night. 

Slow breathes. The girls did the legwork, just follow suit. You were a single woman. No one would suspect you of anything unless they found a smoking gun under your pillow. Even then, if you could bat your eyelashes enough and find a  dainty enough cross necklace you could beat any rap. 

All you wanted now was to see Alastor and tell him. Three more days.

Surprisingly, the theater ran perfectly smoothly without Tommy. James, the assistant, stepped up and everything carried on as usual. The detective didn’t come back, either. Rumor in the dressing room was that Tommy had been an open-and-close case of bad decisions leading to bad outcomes.

There was a sadness at the theater regardless, no one having heard any news. He had wandered off before but he always returned in time for the big weekend shows. But Friday night came and went and Tommy never showed. Which for you was expected, but the other staff seemed worried. The girls, not so much. 

You weren’t as scared as you had thought you’d be. For yourself, atleast. You would rather die than let Alastor be found out because of you. Maybe he would have advice to ease you. Even if he didn’t, you’d be comforted getting him up to speed.

Knowing you’d see Alastor soon was like knowing when the next big rain was coming. You spent all week planning your time around it. 

Except for the small detail that you hadn’t actually known where the west entrance was to the park, or even that the gates had names. But you found it easily enough. As you approached you could see him waiting, a blue suit without the jacket, was there a color he wouldn’t look charming in? 

No. Silly questions seemed to be in the air lately.

You slowed as you approached, him hearing the click of your shoes and turning before you could gather your thoughts. This was the first time to see him in the daylight. 

His mouth was moving but you didn’t hear anything, brain short circuiting. His hair looked so much brighter in the sunlight, sun passing through brown locks. You could see his eyes looking at you, brows rising as he questioned something, but your thoughts were arrested by the color of the gaze you’d spent weeks trying to get into the focus of; a bright honey brown that seemed to shimmer. A little pop of light bounced off a button of his vest, his smile gleamed as he leaned towards you.

Run. You had no business here. A possibly soon-to-be criminalized dancer and him. You should have worn a better dress. Should have gotten your hair done. Should have better.

Alastor couldn’t figure out what your face was saying. He was proficient in reading the expressions of others, in discerning the changes in the air of any given room, but this… he couldn’t place. Your eyes were wide, smile taut and flat as you took a step backward. His hand reached out to stabilize you, your heel catching on the uneven pavement of the lesser cared for wards of the city.

“What’s wrong?” His smile softened. 

You spoke without thinking, something you never did, “You’re too beautiful. I should go.” Your attempt to turn away only half in jest. His bright laugh rang out, melting the muscles of your legs. 

“That’s a new one.” His fingers lingered on your arm, “You can pick a seat, I’ll grab coffee. No staff on the patio.”

Considering fleeing still, you thought about how sad he would be standing there with two coffees in his hands. The weather was quickly cooling, but in the early sun the outdoor seating was perfect for a coffee date. 

Shaking off the nerves, you tried to get a fucking grip. You adored your physical form, you had no issues thinking you deserved whatever you wanted to have. But, well, it was like he was glowing from the inside out. Even his skin seemed to catch the light. There was that quick heart beat again. You looked through the glass front, Alastor in line. If you had gone through with the plan to rob him, and had he returned in the daylight to argue with you… you’d have just handed back his wallet and maybe even your own. 

The least attractive thing about him was his money, strange considering it was normally the most important thing a man had in his pocket for you. 

Did he know? That you had been-

“Autumn, was it?”

You heard something in your neck pop as your head spun toward the voice. The color left your face, you stood so quickly you almost knocked the chair over.

“Detective! What a blessing!” Your hands were trembling as you reached out for one of his with both of yours, “You’ve been on my mind lately.”

The detective, tall and lean, eyes a striking cool blue and hair the color of wheat, removed his hat. “Oh?”

“Yes. I never got a chance to thank you for saving me last week. That man was just not taking no for an answer.” You took several steps to the left, making his back turn towards the cafe doors. 

“I thought maybe you’d been cross with me. You ran off like-.”

“I was just nervous. I didn’t know if you were for real or just another trickster trying to get a lady alone.” You stared at his eyes, trying to keep him focused on you. 

“Ah, well, you had good reason to be. Lucky coincidence seeing you here.” He set his hat under his arm, “I was just headed to your manager’s mother’s home.”

Your eyes flitted to the counter, back to Brady. “Oh? Is…is it bad news, sir?” 

“Not a trace of the man. But, that isn’t uncommon down here I suppose.” The detective sat down at the table you’d been at….you stayed standing. He motioned for you to take a seat, “That being said, I don’t think Tommy just wandered off with some cash.”

Were you wearing your perspiration pads under your dress? You think you were. If not, maybe you could just spill water on yourself and say it was a stain. Stiff, you took a seat. 

“I was hoping to interview the rest of you ladies. I was going to stop by tomorrow but, if you have a moment, what can you tell me about him?” His eyes looked like ice, their effect similar as a chill ran down your spine. 

“Well, oh geez… I don’t want to speak ill of anyone, ever.” Your hard learned skills were coming back to you. Your hands came together to shyly fidget with each other. 

“Consider it a help to the police, no worries ma’am.”

“Miss.” You corrected, that practiced smile small and chaste, “I’m not married, sir. As you can imagine, in my profession, it is very hard to come by good, honest men.”

A chuckle, he put his hat down on the table. Fuck. Fuck! 

“But, uh, yes. I can tell you quite a bit. Tommy was a fine man. For awhile. He was very respectful to us. A clean and tight ship.” You saw the door open behind him, Alastor using his back as his hands were full. “But, the last three months or so, he started getting mean.” You leaned forward, putting your left hand on Brady’s that rested on his hat. Your right hand slipped to the side and under the table, waving frantically to Alastor to turn back around.

Without question he swiveled on his heels, sitting down at another empty table near the cafe doors with his back to you.

You gripped his hand and the hat with one motion, and set it back on his head, “If he saw me talking to a flat foot…it could be a lot of trouble. Maybe we should speak privately.”

Why were you incapable of finding a balance between honey and venom? Your words came out too sweet, voice dipping into the tone you reserved for marks.

“Ah, well…Miss Autumn-,” Brady shifted in his seat.

You stood up, slapping his shoulder, “I meant the theater! Sir!”

He flustered, shaking his head and standing too, “I didn’t say anything!” His nervous laughter eased you, walking further from the table so he would follow. “Well, I’ll be by tomorrow. Maybe we can finish this conversation.“

A nod, not at all intending to tell him you didn’t work Sundays, “That sounds good. Anything I can do to help. But really, I expect Tommy will show up as soon as the cash runs dry.”

With a tip of the hat, he walked off to bring bad news somewhere else. 

You waited a moment before moving to the seat across Alastor. You thought your bones had turned to jelly, “Thanks for the rerouting. Was I obviously rattled?” You were mortified.

“No, not at all!” Alastor set the cup in front of you. “A former beau?”

You shook your head, “Worse. Detective Brady back there came by the theater this week, but didn’t have time to speak to me. Just so happened to see me now on his way to Tommy’s mom. Actually, that was something I wanted to tell you. I’ve met him before.”

His brows rose, blowing slightly on the coffee, “Oh? A patron of your theater?”

“No. That night with Legs. He stopped me a quite a few blocks before I found you. Gave me his card and a warning about missing people and something about little ladies being out at night.”

Alastor nodded, unphazed.

“Should I be worried? Because I’m worried.” You couldn’t even touch your drink, stomach in knots. He smiled, breaking the spell Brady had cast over you.

“Without a body there is no proof anyone is dead. That’s all that matters.” Alastor was cocky, leaning back in his chair with a far too relaxed demeanor.

You hadn’t realized your shoulders were so tight, “Sorry for shooing you away. I just got so scared! If he knows I,” You caught yourself, face going red as you corrected, “thought I had a guy, it could put you under a spotlight.”

His hand came over and gently rubbed your open palm with his thumb, “You’re right. That was smart, thank you.” Alastor smiled brighter, “Now! Let’s put that behind us. I don’t have a terribly long time. There’s a couple things to discuss. Most importantly,” he leaned over the table, face serious, “You think I’m beautiful?”

You kicked at his shin under the table, “My heart nearly stopped! I thought it was something important! Unfunny!”

A snicker, “Cruel?”

You nodded, “Very!”

It was by most people standards a normal date. It only strayed from mundane when Alastor walked you home and asked if you had any nightmares about Tommy. 

When you told him you hadn’t slept that well in weeks, and thanked him softly for his affection as you felt that had something to do with it, he hummed happily. He offered you his home phone number, you gesturing to the phone box at the corner in return. 

The nights were busy, so you often spoke in the mornings before his work. You’d made somewhat of a schedule, waiting in the booth around when you knew he was up and settling with coffee. He’d call, you’d ramble about your evening and what wild thing happened. Luckily the detective never returned after his Sunday visit so your stories were just fun and lighthearted. His laughter sounded so good over the staticy phone line. He would tell you about his work, about the bands he had the pleasure of hearing. New Orleans was the undisputed mother of jazz, and it showed in the fervor of his audience. It wasn’t uncommon he was busy keeping up with demand for more big and new sounds. 

While you enjoyed every opportunity to see him, be it coffee at a different cafe than the first or a walk around forested areas you knew were of use to him, the calls were nice. It allowed you to enjoy him without worrying about putting any undue pressure on him. You could twirl your phone cord and bite your lip without concern.

But finally, the moment you’d been waiting for. You called Alastor and he sounded tense, like he hadn’t slept. With a simple “What’s wrong?”, he asked if you’d want to help him with work.

The first one was almost too easy. Alastor had you wait at a bar where a man he clued you in on frequented. A staff member of his station had missed work for several days, supposedly sick. Alastor got the real story from eavesdropping on the ladies at lunch. The man, Mr. A. Wellington, was next. After watching and waiting, Alastor knew the man’s patterns well enough. Including you was a risk, but he had been fighting the urge to ask you for so long now. This one seemed it would be cut and dry. 

All it took was a smirk, a well placed hand, a laugh. The man practically pushed you down the back stairs of the bar and out through the doors that led to the service street. So engrossed in ignoring your suggestion of slowing down, he didn’t hear or see Alastor standing feet beside you both. 

The look of betrayal on the man’s face as his eyes flew from Alastor back to you increased Alastor’s high was three fold. He asked the man, already too gone to reply, if he remembered his staffer. “You should. She’ll always remember you.” 

You leaned against the door that led back to the hotel bar. Your eyes and ears were open for any unwanted company, any possible danger. Other than your own little madman. Alastor took this one personally, you could tell by how much messier he was than the first two.

While he didn’t explicitly state his code of ethics for selecting “victims”, you had picked up on the pattern. A man who assaulted a young woman, a wife beater, a violent segregationist. 

Was he really doing bad things? You found it hard to pity any of them.

Once the messy part was done you’d help get the man, as it always had been so far, into the trunk. You’d share a few kisses and clean the scene before being driven home, where you’d share a few more. Your favorite part, by far.  And after you waved, he’d drive off to wherever he went with the dead men. 

But one night was atypical. One night was downright horrible.

You lured a man into a large park beside the water. A part of you almost felt bad, as he sweetly held your hand. He had been a perfect gentleman, you seducing him at a dance hall. Alastor had warned you he was dangerous, but you wondered for a second if he was Dangerous or dangerous. Like Alastor-dangerous.

You found your answer when the man smiled down at you, telling you how beautiful you looked in the starlight, how you’d stay so beautiful forever, and wrapped his hands around your neck. Capital “D” Dangerous. 

The man was knocked off balance by Alastor tackling him from the side. You all three fell into the dirt and grass. The wind was forced out of you from the impact, your hands failing to get traction as you tried to sit up. The ground was slick with mud from recent rains flooding the rivers. Hurricane season was already in full swing.

The man wasn’t huge, but he was larger than Alastor. You watched the men struggle, slippery ground complicating Alastor’s attempts to stay upright as he straddled the man, and he couldn’t get leverage enough to bring down the knife. Horrified, you sat on your legs feeling helpless as the man lifted himself and Alastor off the ground entirely and tossed him onto his back. A small cry, Alastor rolled away revealing a rock where his back had landed.

The man only needed one of his large hands to wrap around Alastor’s throat but he used two for the fun of it. Your shoes slipped off as you struggled to get to your feet like a baby deer newly introduced to the world. Everything was wet and spinning, your lungs were burning. 

Alastor didn’t feel scared as his vision went black, just annoyed he had fucked up.

Even that feeling washed away as a grayness flooded into his consciousness. Everything lost color, flavor, texture. All urgency inked out. 

Before everything slipped away, before he slipped under, he thought he heard his mother calling his name.

He thought he heard you scream. 

Part 5 is halfway done 👌

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