#i dove way too deep into how electricity works

[biitchcakes]

H E A D C A N O N .

Electricity conducts better through metal whenever it has been cooled. The same theory applies to Jessica, her body working as a conductor for the BIO-ELECTRIC VENOM that pumps through veins like the blood within her. Because of this, she’s rather cool to the touch, and has icy hands and feet. Except for when she’s just fired a venom blast ⸺ whichever extremity it’s been flung from goes incredibly hot for anywhere from a few seconds to a minute or two. Depends on how big her zap was.  VENOM BLASTS are the easiest to produce ( require less energy from her ) and most powerful in cooler, more moderate temperatures ⸺ though she can still let off some pretty hefty ones in the heat. However, both extremes for her aren't great, unable to fare well in freezing conditions, either.

[thebisexualwreckoning]

@jegulus-microfic | Day 9 - Heart | Word count: 739 | tw: vomit, human experimentation, animal death, human death (technically mcd but he gets better), descriptions of surgery on cadavers, life threatening disease, blood, body horror, gore, basically dead dove do not eat

Now, with that out of the way, I am honoured to present to you THE FRANKENSTEIN AU

Fic under the cut

They'd been ready. They'd been prepared. And yet when James finally drew his last breath, Regulus had to run across to room to empty his gut, retching till there was nothing left in him any longer. Sirius was right there by his side, rubbing circles into his back until he could finally breathe again. He'd felt a sharp pang of guilt then. James may have been his other half but if soulmates existed, then James would have been Sirius'.

Regulus manages to pull himself together. They have a short window of time before it's too late to do what they have to. The previous experiments had been successful, but Regulus didn't want to take any chances when it's James' life hanging in the balance.

Remus is there when they reach the lab. He'd been one of their first tries, back when they still didn't know what exactly they were doing or whether it would even work. But despite the scars that litter his body now and the eerie feeling of something not quite right whenever someone looked at him for any extended amount of time, it had worked.

They still don't know the how of it. When they find out about James, Regulus had spent the entire time at his side, unwilling to move even an inch while Sirius had torn up Black manor trying to find a solution, any solution to save his life. That's where he'd found it, tucked away in some long forgotten corner in the family library.

They hadn't believed it at first, wrote it off as a madman's ramblings. But as time passed and James grew worse, they had no choice but to hedge all their bets on the book in a desparate bid to save him. And it had worked. Despite all logic, it had bloody worked.

"It's time," Sirius says, handing Regulus a pair of gloves. Sirius and James might have been the geniuses who figured out how to bring the dead back to live, but no one else but Regulus could do this. He'd practiced, taken apart dead bodies over and over again till he had it down to an art while the two of them were pouring over books.

He takes a breath and lifts the scalpel. The process was simple. Cut a flap into the patient's chest, take out their heart, replace it and shock them back to life. The book said to use lightning but Sirius had figured they could just use electricity. Getting the replacement heart had turned out to be the most difficult part of the process. It had to be hunted and prepared by the receiver. James wasn't yet so weak that he had to stay on bed rest, but he was still in no condition to go hunting. In the end, they found a baby stag seperated from its mother. James' hands had shook as he raised them but they struck true.

It's almost time now. Sirius stands in the corner of the room, tapping his feet on the linoleum. Remus presents him with the open cold box and Regulus takes a deep breath. He picks up the glistening heart and places it in the gaping hole of James' chest. He threads his needle one last time and stitches James back together.

Sirius takes a step forward, stops, and says, "Are you ready?"

Regulus looks at James. He's beautiful, even now, covered in blood and guts and other bodily fluids. He's glad he has Sirius here with him, glad that he has someone who doesn't ask him whether he wants to do this but only asks when.

He nods and Sirius grabs a bunch of cables, going around James and attaching them to his body. James' blood is slick on Regulus' hands and he feels the urge to throw up again.

Sirius takes his place beside him and squeezes his hand before finally hitting the damned switch. There's no big explosions, no electricity arching through the air, only a soft buzz and then its over.

For one heart-wrenching moment, Regulus thinks that it hasn't worked. He lets out a quiet sob. It's not fair. Not after everything they've been through together. They were meant to survive this. Sirius' hands are a vice grip around him, the only thing holding him up. Regulus makes to move for him, kiss him one last time, hold him and refuse to ever let go.

And then...... James moves.

[arabaka]

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ HOW THEY HOLD YOUR HANDS DURING SEX

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ FEATURING: TOJI FUSHIGURO, KENTO NANAMI, SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO, AGED UP!YUJI ITADORI, & AGED UP!MEGUMI FUSHIGURO !!! CONTENT WARNINGS: 18+ !!! specific CW listed before each piece. TOTAL WORD COUNT: 1.9k PSD CREDIT !!! MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI or I WILL CUT OFF YOUR ELECTRICITY（ ꐦꉺωꉺ)つ

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ TOJI FUSHIGURO

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ(CONTENT WARNINGS: rough sex.)

The sight before him is delectable, so much so it could be considered an addiction. The way your plump ass vibrates with every push, every thrust, as Toji sinks his fat cock to the hilt, is such a beautiful view and you feel his adoration twitch deep inside you, wracking your walls with pleasure that violently floods your nervous system.

"T-Toji," The mattress absorbs your cries, muffling every word that trickles out your parted lips, "Feels so-- so good." You'd be gripping the sheets, hell, pressing your nails into your palm as if that would dull the harsh rhythm Toji's set, the pace he's been going at for what seems like forever. But your hands are tied, though not literally; he has your hands clasped together behind you, your fists at the small of your back while his rough and blistered palms constrict your wrists. He may very well be cutting off your blood circulation but that's the least of his worries. He's chasing his high and if that's of consequence, so be it. You're good for it anyways, right?

"You wanted this." Toji growls on an exhale, a lopsided smirk painting his features as he watches you crumble all around him, soaking in that pretty arch in your back as he splits you in two with the weight of his cock, the speed of his thrusts. Goosebumps litter his skin as he zeroes in on the pap, pap, pap and smack, smack, smack of his balls, heavied and smooth, against your folds. "You should see yourself." Teasing and a little mean, Toji chuckles, "Looking so good, taking me in so well." And just when you finally start to adjust to his girth, his animalistic ruts inside you, he tugs harshly on your wrists, forcing you inches off the bed and deepening the bend in your back. You squeal and whine, blubbering his name with pleadings that go nowhere because Toji had you right where he wants you and to be honest, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ KENTO NANAMI

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ(CONTENT WARNINGS: office sex. pet name 'dove' used.)

He was only supposed to drop off your lunch, which you'd forgotten in a hurry on your way to work, so how is it that you've ended up underneath him on your desk, pencil skirt wrinkled up to your hips, and squirming with him inches inside you? You're hardly quiet about it either, lips trembling with his name like they're desperate prayers. That's no good, what if you get caught?

"Shh," Nanami's gentle order comes with a lofty exhale, "You have to be quiet, my dove. You can do that, can't you?" Your pussy throbs around his length, the intensity only magnifying as he pushes himself further in, bottoming out with a grunt and another series of cries from you. Nanami tsks tsks at you, clicking his tongue as he takes your hand in his, forcing it to clamp down on your mouth since you can't seem to follow a simple directive. He can't blame you though, he too is struggling; he's never been particularly loud but you're wrapped around him so tautly that you're practically squeezing groans out of him. "There. You'll be good now, won't you?" The man is sweet like honey when it comes to you, rich with undying affection and love for you and he shows it with every roll of his hips, rubbing the tip of his cock right where you like it and it shows on your face right then and there; your eyes scrunch up, brows knitting tight for a brief moment but when your eyelashes flutter apart, your eyes glitter so beautifully with tears that he feels himself falling in love with you all over again. "Keep doing that– don't stop." Nanami keeps his voice low and hushed, pressing deeper against your mouth, ready to take on the next flurry of mewls and cries from you as he racks deeper and harder, determined to make you cream before your lunch break is over.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SATORU GOJO

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ(CONTENT WARNINGS: light fingering. light cum eating.)

"Wooow, look at that pretty pussy." Gojo coos and it's the most beautiful sound you've ever heard. He has a way of making you so warm, so loved from the inside out and you look at him from your spot on the bed you share, watching him swipe at your folds as he stands between your legs. "Feel for yourself, won't you do that for me?" He doesn't have to ask twice. Your hand comes to cup your pussy almost immediately, fingers plunging into yourself and coming out absolutely drenched in your erotic essence. Gojo chuckles at the sight and with no warning, he lurches forward, centering his cock in your warmth and pushing in with little resistance. Your hand, now resting at a hover, is captured by Gojo's. His fingers are so slender and long and while you sigh in ecstasy, he pulls your hand to his mouth, wrapping his lips around your digits and sucking every drop of your arousal so eagerly. You feel his grunts reverberate around your fingers as his member, curved and girthy, fills you out and cramming you until you're so full you can only sputter his name like it's the only word you know.

"So sweet for me." Your fingers come out Gojo's mouth with a pop but your hand stays wrapped in his, even more so as he starts to grind his pelvis against you so hungrily and strongly. His cock has a way of stuffing you so full that you feel him in your stomach and while it's overwhelming, it's also intoxicating. Gojo's fingers press hard into your knuckles, taking your other hand in his and sinking deep into the mattress as the smack of his hips, the fury of his thrusts, intensifies. Every cell in your brain buzzes as he pounds himself inside you, forcing your walls to comply with the thick weight of his member and you do. You always do.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SUGURU GETO

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ(CONTENT WARNINGS: power dynamics (you're a follower). pet name 'pretty little thing' used. mention of breeding.)

"You're a pretty little thing, aren't you?" His words are gospel and he's speaking such things to you, sultry breath cresting the curve of your ear, and you feel all the more special for it. His words stir magic in you, making the feeling of his cock bulging and cramming inside you so ethereal, surreal even. All his charges and he's picked you. How can you not fall apart all around him, comforted by the fact that he'll so dutifully pick you back up again? You sit so snugly on his lap, legs wrapped around him as he thrusts into you with care.

He ruts into you slowly and you only get wetter with every undulation, trembling on his cock, feeling him so stuffed inside you that you can’t take a gasp of air without feeling him. A gentle palm on the dip in your back draws you close while the other traces your arm until it’s ensnared your hand, fingers locking and giving a light squeeze. He’s transfixed by you, has been from the moment he’s laid eyes on you and now you’re here, taking him in like your pussy was made for him. “So perfect.” He groans, using his grip on your back to hold you steady as he pivots his hips so flush against your pelvis that he can feel your clit rub against him. You make the most erotic sound that he can’t help but kiss you so strongly, he’s lapping up your sounds while grinding into you with such worship, it makes you wonder who’s the deity here.

“Geto,” You practically sing for him, “T-Thank you.” You sure treat him like you're grateful, cunt tightening around Geto’s girth with every pump. Your teeth bump together but he refuses to let go, not until he’s done swallowing every moan, every word that dares to fall from your lips. When you do part, a thin string of saliva separates your lips and the next thing out of Geto’s mouth is, “You can thank me by bearing my children. You’ll do that, won’t you?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AGED UP!YUJI ITADORI

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ(CONTENT WARNINGS: pet name 'babe' used.)

"Yuji," You'd said so sweetly, like a pretty little songbird, "I wanna be on top this time."

If he knew how good it felt, he would have tried it with you a long time ago. What wasn't to like about this position? He could see you bare it all for him, drink in the delicious sight of your breasts, bobbing up and down with every bounce on his cock, and watch your face grow flush with euphoria. Euphoria he's giving you and that just makes his cock swell even more as he nestles deep inside you.

"Look so good, feel so good– fuck, babe." Yuji can barely get the words out, choking on saliva as he watches with blown out pupils your cunt swallows him whole, coating him with your slick on every rise. His hands are firmly planted at your waist, fingers digging into your flesh and while you love his hands on you, absolutely adore the way he worships you with his touch, you need something different as you rock yourself on his length. Your hands come to rest on his, peeling them away to interlace your fingers together. You balance yourself so perfectly on him, gripping tight on his hands as you dig all the way down on his member until your clit is stimulated on his abdomen. You cry out and Yuji takes this as a hint, a prod to go harder. He meets your whines with the upward jut of his hips until he can feel himself at your cervix and boy, does that drive him absolutely insane. Now he's holding onto your hands as tight as your walls are around him. "I love you, Yuji. L-Love you." You whimper so honestly, biting your lip and Yuji squeezes your hands again, melting all around you, below you, as he groans out a chorus of I love yous to match your fervor.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ AGED UP!MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ(CONTENT WARNINGS: cunnilingus.)

No matter how many times you undress for him, Megumi still looks at you completely mesmerized, committing your body to memory lest he forget. There's never a flaw in sight, despite your protests, and he relishes the privilege he has, seeing your pussy so wet with slick for him and only him.

"Megumi," His name sounds heavenly coming from you, "right there. Please." You can barely keep your eyes on him, the tip of his tongue drawing sharp circles around the hood of your clit, the bundle of nerves alight with pleasure. You buck your hips into his mouth and he takes you all in, puckering his lips around your swollen nub and giving a light series of suckles but you still react so intensely, it's hard to think straight. Your hand shoots out, landing squarely on his head and gripping his fringe tight but that only goads him further, his tongue drifting from your clit and lapping at your seeping arousal like it's water. His tongue, hot and flat, meets your quivering hole and dares to poke in and the pressure he provides weakens the hold you have on him; feebly, your hand starts to fall, settling on the side of his face and you sigh dreamily when his hand meets yours, giving you a squeeze while looking directly at you. His thumb smooths circles on your skin, so gentle and sweet, while his tongue drives into your cunt roughly, curling up and running along your walls, which convulse around him with such relish.

"You taste so good." Megumi's grunts, muffled by your folds, reach your ears nonetheless and send shivers down your spine. He lavishes you with relentless licks into and around your essence, eating you out like it's his last meal. "So good, all for me." It's not a question. It never has been.

[stariwrites]

Better When It Feels Wrong

This was for the CEO collab hosted by @cherrytenko​ thank you for letting me join!!

You can find the rest of the works for this collab here!

18+ Minors DNI

Midnight x Miruko x Fem! reader

Warnings: threesome, mommy and daddy kink, pegging, praise kink, biting/marking, oral sex, semi public sex, slight choking, sub reader, dom Rumi, dom Nemuri, degradation

Summary: You shouldn’t be doing this, none of you should. Especially not in their office where anybody could see if they opened the door, but you needed this. Nobody could treat you like they did even if they were your bosses.

“She’s so cute when she squirms like that,” Nemuri cooed against your neck before she continued sucking. You whimpered, craning your neck away from her so she had more room. Her tongue was wet and warm against your skin. You tried to press your thighs together, but they were roughly shoved apart. 

“Ms. Usagiyama” was all you managed to gasp out. She rubbed circles into your inner thighs as Nemuri sucked directly onto your sweet spot. You closed your eyes tightly. 

You shouldn’t be doing this, none of you should. Especially not in their office where anybody could see if they opened the door, but you needed this. Nobody could treat you like they did even if they were your bosses. You could feel Rumi trailing kisses up your thighs, sucking marks into them and occasionally using her teeth. 

“Such a sweet little thing, but that’s not what you're supposed to call me, is it baby?” She landed a harsh bite into your inner thigh, causing you to jolt. It was almost as if electricity flowed through your body. 

“Daddy!” You moaned attempting to arch towards her, but Nemuri stopped you with her hands on your hips. She rubbed slow circles into your flesh before moving her hands to your back. They trailed against the exposed skin where your shirt had ridden up, racking shivers through you. Slowly sliding her hands down to your ass to give it a squeeze. Her acrylic nails dug into your skin through your skirt while a breathy moan escaped your lips.

She moaned against your neck, her hot breath against you was driving you wild. You needed them and you needed them now. You couldn’t handle anymore teasing or you’d swear you’d go insane. 

“Look at that, our little pain slut,” Nemuri whispered, biting the shell of your ear. You gasped as the other two laughed softly at your reactions.

“M’not, not a pain-ah!” Rumi’s tongue trailed against you over your panties. You were putty in their arms, just the way they liked you. Ever since they hired you they wanted you in between them just like this. Their hands were everywhere, under your shirt, along your stomach, gripping your legs. You felt perfectly surrounded. 

“I think we should take these off, don’t you think cutie?” Rumi whispered, her hands moving to your skirt. You nodded, breathing heavily in between them. She smiled at you while her hands moved towards the zipper. She locked eyes with Nemuri as she slowly pulled your skirt down, leaving you in black stockings and your button down shirt.

She growled once the garment was off. From behind you Midnight whistled slowly, her hands going back to rest onto your bare ass. The lacey black thong on full display. “Fuck,” she said pulling at the material. “Wanted to surprise us hm? What a pretty little baby we have here,” she met Rumi’s eyes that were blown wide. “Wouldn’t you agree Rumi?”

Rumi pulled away from you with a cocky smile. “I’d say so, our good girl really knows how to cheer us up, doesn’t she?”

Tears began to build in your eyes as Rumi began to lick you through the underwear. “Mommy, daddy please, need it I need it so bad, please.”

Nemuri slides her hands over your stomach and to your chest, occasionally scraping her nails against your skin. “Please what baby?” Her voice is soft while she starts to massage your tits. A broken mewl falls from your lips. You can feel Rumi move the thong to the side, her tongue rubbing against your clit. Her hands are on your hips, rubbing small circles into them. Her hands are rough against you driving you closer to madness. 

“You’ve got to say what you want or else we won’t be able to give it to you properly.” 

You whimpered feeling pressure on your neck. The air around you was warm. You couldn’t focus on anything else. They were so mean, they knew exactly what you wanted. “I want,” you began only to cut yourself off with a gasp at the feeling of a finger entering you.

“Go on,” Nemuri encouraged taking your earlobe in her mouth. “Tell mommy what you want baby.”

“I want,” you said in between moans. “I want you to sit on my face while daddy fucks me, please mommy.” Both of them groaned at your words, sending vibrations throughout your body. It sent the feeling straight to your already throbbing clit. 

“Holy shit,” Nemuri breathed, taking a step back to undo her skirt as well as unbutton her shirt. You looked back at her until a harsh suck of your clit brought you to look down. “Eyes on me princess,” Rumi snarled. Her ears looked so soft atop her head. 

“Yes Daddy, m’sorry.”

Hesitantly, you reached your hand towards her, not knowing if it was okay to touch. Wordlessly, she brought your hand to her hair with a coo and picked up her pace.

All you could do was hold her hair while she looked up at you with a predatory gaze. You looked so pretty above her, already fucked out of your mind when they hadn’t even started yet. You were always so pliant, so needy for them it made the woman's head spin. She still remembered when you first came to their agency with wide eyes filled with awe. You’d been so innocent and now you were trained to take them whenever and wherever they wanted you. Her pussy clenched at that thought alone. She couldn’t wait until she pegged you, how sweet your noises would be while she’d grab your ass while biting the back of your neck.

“Don’t have all the fun now babe,” Nemuri said, stepping into both of your eyesights. Her outfit was replaced with fishnet tights with black lingerie. It fit her in all the right places with intricate zippers. Your mouth watered you couldn’t wait to taste her.

“Please,” you whispered, staring at her in awe before focusing back onto Rumi. “Use me.”

They didn’t need to be told twice, both exchanged a wordless agreement and brought you to lay down against the desk. “I’ve always wanted to do it like this,” Rumi said, grabbing you by the legs to pull you closer to her. Your upper body was resting against the desk while your legs rested onto Rumi’s shoulders. She shot you a triumphant grin which was all the warning you received before she dived back into your cunt. Licking it with precise strokes. You arched your back, riding her tongue. 

You almost missed it when Nemuri straddled you, her ass in your face. “Well baby,” she said. “Get to work.”

You nodded a small yes mommy left your lips as you dove into her cunt. You held onto her thighs gripping onto the fishnets while you began to eat her out like you were starved. You couldn’t get enough. You could already feel drool dripping down your chin, but you didn’t find it in yourself to care. Not when Nemuri was moaning above you, her voice deep. 

“Feels good baby, you’re doing so good. Such a good girl.”

Rumi whistled lowly at the scene in front of her. Nemuri’s eyes were shut tightly, her black hair draped over her shoulders while your hands were wrapped around your thighs, stroking soft circles into them as she rode your tongue.

“Well aren’t you two a sight?” She teased before going back down on you while Nemuri’s thighs caged you in, all you could breathe was her. You loved it, you loved them. 

Two fingers soon joined the first inside you making you moan. You were close, you could feel it. You pulled away from her to catch your breath. 

“Need it, need it so bad I’m so close! Mommy, daddy please!” You babbled in between moans, diving back into Nemuri.

She gasped at the sensation, moaning breathily while Rumi stood up from in between your legs, carefully placing them onto the floor. She shot Nemuri, a teasing look. “Feel good?”

“Come here,” she growled, grabbing the bunny hero by her hair. They both groaned into the kiss. You clenched against Rumi’s fingers at the noises they were making. Both of them were fighting for dominance. You pulled Nemuri closer to you causing her to lose the battle as Rumi twisted her tongue around the woman’s. When they pulled away the two were both breathless.

It wasn’t until then that you felt the strap rubbing against your pussy you didn’t know when she put it on too caught up on the sounds of their tongues twisting together leaving drool on your stomach.

“Ready baby?” Rumi asked, sliding it between your folds. Pulling away from Nemuri once more you babbled a mixture of please daddy and want you inside. Taking that as her cue she pushed in. You moaned into Nemuri, your eyes almost rolling into the back of your skull. The toy filled you out so well, it hit against the spongy spot inside of you making you see stars. 

When Rumi began thrusting you couldn’t take it. Variations of mommy and daddy spilled from your lips as Nemuri began to pick up her pace to match Rumi’s, grinding against your tongue.

“Such a good girl for mommy baby, making me feel so good,” she moaned rising higher in pitch.

“Daddy loves your tight cunt baby,” Rumi grunted thrusting into you harder. “Sucks my strap in so well like you were born to take it, what would your coworkers think if they saw you now all spread out letting your bosses use you like a little slut?” She licked her lips watching your tits bounce with her thrusts. She didn’t miss the way your pussy clenched at her words.

“Oh, do you like that baby? Like the thought of somebody realizing how good you are to us, have them see you crying on my strap? You gonna cum? Do it then!”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore, with a thumb against your clit you felt your orgasm crash into you. Nemuri followed soon after and as soon as she did she rested beside you on the desk until Rumi pulled out the strap. With a fucked out smile, she rubbed your abused clit before slapping it.

“Such a good little pussy,” she said, sending Nemuri that same smirk. In the blink of an eye she was in front of Rumi, rubbing hard circles onto her clit while whispering absolute filth into her ear. You watched as Rumi bit down onto Nemuri’s shoulder with a strangled cry. 

All of you glanced at each other still trying to catch your breath. “So, you began. “Same time tomorrow?”

[notanotherreidgirl]

ITS ME AGAIN HEYYYY

ilysm and ur writing i have another smutty sub!spence request because I can’t get enough:

you corner spencer in an empty file room and give him a handjob, telling him to clean up before he leaves. but he doesn’t clean up everything and emily and derek notice that he has cum on his pants and it’s hilarious and also embarrassing for you but at least the cat is out of the bag </3

hi! can anyone get enough sub!spence? i took some liberties with your request - i hope that's alright!

wc: 732

Warnings: public sex, degradation, choking, handjob, getting caught

Spencer startled slightly when he heard another pair of footsteps outside the file room. Once again he considered returning to his desk but your instructions had been clear. 4th floor. 3rd door on the left. Be ready for me.

As soon as the note landed on his paperwork, he was out of his seat and in the elevator. By now he was familiar with this game but that didn’t lessen the thrill of sneaking around. The possibility of someone walking in on him stroking himself as he waited for you turned him on more than he wanted to admit. And you knew it which is why you kept him waiting, enjoying the secret knowledge that the FBI’s resident genius was in a state of undress somewhere in the building just waiting for you to fuck him senseless.

When you finally made your way to the file room he had worked himself up to the point where his moans were audible from outside the door. He jumped when the door clicked open, letting out a deep sigh of relief when he saw you. “What a good boy”

He whined desperately, eager for the release only you could give him. “Please, I need you”

You wrapped a hand around his base, gliding up and down the soft flesh and running your thumb over the tip on every upstroke. He tried to bite back his moans but they came spilling out. With your free hand you gripped his neck, applying just enough pressure to shut him up. He was completely at your mercy and it only brought him closer to his release. “You needy whore. You like this, don’t you? Knowing that anyone could come in and see what a pathetic mess you are?”

That was the final push that sent him over the edge - remembering that he was in a federal building with his closest friends and colleagues mere feet away. It was pure electricity running down his spine and erupting in an explosion of pleasure. His cum got on your hand, his underwear, his pants, the unfortunate file lying on the desk next to him.

“Open.” He cleaned you off dutifully, making sure to get every last drop off your fingers before you turned to leave. “I expect you to clean up your mess”

You stepped out of the room with a smug smile on your face only to run smack into Emily and Derek. “Y/N, thank God! Tell Morgan that I had 8 files on my desk this morning, not 12!”

“Nuh-uh, you definitely had 12. You think you can get away with slipping me your paperwork?” Derek was waving a stack of files in one hand and reaching for the doorknob with the other.

You practically dove in front of the door to block him. “You know what? I can take them. My paperwork was actually pretty light for this last case. It’s no problem, really”

Emily arched an eyebrow. You had never voluntarily offered to do extra paperwork before. In fact, just last week you tried to bribe her into finishing your case reports. “Woah, what’s going on with you?”

Fortunately for Emily - and extremely unfortunately for you - the answer to her question came in the form of Spencer strolling out of the file room. Your mind started racing at 100 miles per hour. Maybe - just maybe - you could find a way to talk yourself out of this but any hope for maintaining your secret was effectively dashed to pieces when you noticed the cum on Spencer’s pants, painfully obvious against his light-colored slacks. How he could possibly miss that was beyond you and you made a mental note to teach him a lesson about that later.

Spencer looked absolutely mortified, red as a tomato with wild eyes looking at you then Derek then Emily and then you again. The two of you had discussed telling the team but this was far from what you had envisioned. Would it be too much to ask for the earth to crack open and swallow you up whole?

“No way?! You and Pretty Boy? How did I not know about this?” Derek looked like a kid on Christmas morning. He turned to Emily. “Did you know?”

She only rolled her eyes and fished out a napkin from her purse, handing it to Spencer with a poorly concealed smirk. “You missed a spot”

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[shadyteacup]

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Fyodor x gn! reader

Fluff

Fyodor was a man of few words. He was charming in his own way. He wasn’t the typical ‘chocolate boy’ who had girls falling in love in a heartbeat, but he was an ethereal enigma that lured you into his maze of secrets. Interacting with the secretive man always was a joy. His take on the world, and his strong but righteous views were a pleasure to indulge in. You hardly spoke to the man, but when you did, it always resulted in a deep talk.

You weren’t a coffee person at all. But you had been dragged to this café by your friends, and that’s where you had first met your crush. You remembered the way you had been captivated by his silky voice as he suggested a couple of drinks for you to try. It had taken you a second to come out of your tiny daydream, but you had hidden it behind the reason of ‘not being able to make up your mind’. Although, you were sure that his sharp gaze had noticed your moment of infatuation, but he never mentioned it.

If anybody was to be blamed for your caffeine addiction, it’s the magenta-haired Russian. Visiting this café had recently become a hobby because of him, and hence, you got a little too addicted to his coffee.

‘How about you start off with galão?’, he had insisted to you on your first trip. It was quite a wonderful start to your journey, as it was creamier than most of the coffee-based drinks. It comforted you.

He then upgraded you to ‘the cappuccino. It’s slightly more concentrated, but it would give you the right amount of zing.’

And now, you had been stuck on the Irish coffee, as it contained just the right amount of whiskey, coffee, and cream to get you started with your day.

The flavors of your beverages often tickled your creative side, and you almost always brought a tiny book along with you. You would often write while you sipped your coffee and stole glances at the tall heart throb.

Today, you found yourself sketching a familiar face. You didn’t have to look up to perfect his features; they were memorized long ago. You held your pencil with determination as you imprinted his long, silky hair. You were set on perfecting the way his eyes shone and crinkled ever so slightly at the corners. His nose was a piece of art: straight and sharp. Not a single bump, and not a single feature out of place. He was carved like a Greek god. So perfect. No flaw. He was truly breathtaking.

“My, my. You give my features too much credit.”

You jumped at the sudden sound and dropped your pencil onto the table.

“I- oh- it’s not what it seems!”, you stuttered, trying to hide your book with your hands. Gentle fingers grasped onto yours, and slowly pushed your palms aside. Fyodor observed the sketch with keen eyes.

“You have created quite the work of art, milaya. I must say, you are very talented.”

Fyodor kept his hold on your hands causing your face to turn a flush red. You hid your face on his shoulder in embarrassment.

“I have been observing you ever since you first came to this café, my dear. You were a sight to behold.”, Fyodor said, still eyeing your book.

“I noticed your stares.”

Your eyes widened at his words. He knew you were staring at him all along?!

“But if they were mere observations that culminated in this masterpiece, then who am I to complain?”

Fyodor turned to look at you, magnetic eyes set on your soft features.

“It’s not that great...”, you mumbled, shying away from his gaze.

“Oh, but it is!”, he pressed, bringing your palms to his lips, and planting a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

Your cheeks burned a flaming red, but you didn’t pull away from his electric touch.

“I must admit, I have been working on a little something, myself.”

He pulled away from you and stood up, straightening his apron in the process.

He waltzed over to the counter and disappeared behind it. A few moments later, he reappeared with a mug in his hands. He placed it on the table, and grabbed a pastry from the counter, setting it next to your drink.

“It’s on the house, my dear. I have an inkling that you will love this particular pastry.”

He winked at you before he went back to tend to the customers that had newly entered the homely café.

Your gaze followed his form for a while before you finally looked down. Your eyes widened at the sight.

There, on your table, laid a slice of your favorite cake. And next to it, was a steaming cup of coffee, with your face on the foam. How he had managed to make such an intricate portrait of you on foam, you would never know. It was too beautiful.

You spent quite a while simply staring at the masterpiece. A smile stretched your lips, as you soaked in the fact that Fyodor took time and effort to do something special for you.

All those trips to the café have been worth it.

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Corruption au Eren cockwarms mikasa once they’re together, he says ‘it helps him remember things’ and then every so often he gives her an orgasm just to keep her pliant against him while she plays with her boobs, he doesn’t do it in a cruel kind of way, it just he wants to pleasure her while doing his work

however when they’re not together, he’s such a sadist about it, he refuses to let her come even after he’s done his hw and is just fucking her, he always leaves when he’s done. Until one day when he starts feeling bad, he lets her come and it absolutely ruins him, he becomes obsessed with pleasuring her and seeing her face flushed pink, and hearing the needy sounds she makes and the quiet sighs, and the way her hands frantically move around until he Holds them together

STOP U GUYS KNOW ABOUT MY COCKWARMING OBSESSION STOP IT 😂😂 omg bless corruption Eren tho, this is my favourite kink for him, its so hot and it fits their situation perfectly.

It starts slow for Eren, to be honest he has no fucking idea when it really started. One day he'd been failing calculus, accepting he wasn't going to pass the year and thinking about maybe dealing drugs as a career path over his previous dreams of doctor. The next he was being forced to study three days out of the week with high school princess, Mikasa Ackerman.

At first he'd hated it, hated her really. He'd never been able to stand her, not since they were little and she'd chosen the dark side of Historia Reiss, bully and mean girl if there ever was one. Historia had sweet innocent baby Mikasa under her thumb. Mikasa followed her around like a dumb fucking puppy and Eren hated followers, they were all the same, no personalities, no aspirations of their own. She had no backbone either. She let all the shit Historia did slide, all the bullying, the holier than thou attitude because her family was richer than god. So very typical of the rich kids from the upper class neighbourhood. Eren would know, he used to be that rich kid, used to live that life. That was until his parents died in a brutal car accident, Zeke had inherited half the estate on the condition he'd take care of Eren and the rest was tied up in Eren's trust fund until he was twenty one.

Big surprise, no one had taken care of Eren and he was fucking lucky Armin and his grandpa had been there to help him out.

Everyone else, all his other 'friends' had given him the cold shoulder upon finding out he was no longer rich for the moment, he'd been dropped like a hot potato. So Eren's hatred of the upper class of Shiganshina had begun.

And Mikasa Ackerman was the pinnacle of it all, the worst the rich had to offer. She was beautiful, smart, loaded, had every opportunity in life, completely innocent and sweet, and the cherry on top of it all she volunteered on the weekend at the pound.

She disgusted him, so prim and proper and all around good girl while she was letting her 'friends' bully him for being poor, watching the injustice happen like a fish in a bowl.

He couldn't fucking stand her.

Of course, she would be the person who ended up tutoring him though, Principal Erwin mandating it if he wanted to graduate. So here he was sitting in the computer lab at five on a Wednesday watching her plump lips move as she explained integrals to him for the third time in an hour.

It's been a few months since they've started this little arrangement and he's gotten used to her presence. He wouldn't say he likes her, thats a stretch but he's not quite as cruel as he once was. He'd be lying if he said he didn't get a kick of watching that beautiful mouth part every time he does something mean though, those little gasps when he pinches her thigh or touches her where he shouldn't.

It's probably the highlight of these sessions.

Today he's feeling bold, maybe he'll push his luck. After all, he's done it before and she's never protested. For some reason or another Mikasa Ackerman has a soft spot for him, and no matter how mean, she lets him get away with murder. "Miki, come here I can't hear you properly." "And then you take the-what?" She looks up, pretty dove-grey eyes wide, sparkling as she explains her favourite subject, fucking math.

"You heard me, get over here." As usual, she takes orders so fucking well, it brings out the absolute worst in him. She's standing up and next to him in seconds and he's eye level with her perfect chest, those tits he dreams about every night, ripping her bra off with his teeth and sucking at those pretty pink nipples of hers. He's only seen them a few times, when he convinces her it's okay, when he's sure there's absolutely no one around, but they keep him awake at night. He pats his lap, grinning as she goes easily, settling into her favourite spot, he knows she loves it just as much as he does. Her thighs always shake and she shudders as his hands find their place cupping those beautiful creamy thighs, head tucked into her shoulder.

Mikasa starts talking again, beautiful lilt soothing him as she launches into a renewed explanation of integrals while his hands move up, up, up and to his absolute favourite spot, her panties. Today she's wearing cotton, he can feel it, must be laundry day and he kisses her shoulder as he feels how wet she is. Fucking perfect.

Lately she's been more partial to fancier underwear and he can't help but wonder if it's for him. He has a feeling it is, because the first month of their little arrangement he'd snuck as many peaks as they could and it was always pink or white cotton with polka dots and pretty bows. They were his favourite, so fucking innocent, so untouched by anyone but him.

He watches as she moves her pencil drawing lines and numbers, a little bit of the alphabet too and he ignores it all in favour of watching her chest, her breath hitch as he slides a finger inside her panties, feeling those velvet lips, it's been a while.

He's been on his best behaviour lately since Levi almost caught them at her house that one time, but he's horny and she's wet and he misses being inside her, misses watching her try to talk through him fucking her, how her voice would waver, change pitch. How many times she'd stumble through her sentences, have to start all over again, because she can't handle how big he is, doesn't know how to deal with the all-consuming sensation of him fucking deep within her walls, just sitting there filling her right up to her cervix.

Fuck.

He can't really be blamed for what he does next, and besides it doesn't matter, Eren's not a stupid kid, he allowed himself to get this far behind in calculus. He'd spent an hour last night going over integrals with the sole purpose of knowing what was going on today so he could fuck with his favourite toy.

He moves her a bit so she's resting more heavily on one thigh and slides his joggers and boxers down just enough expose his heavy cock to the air, already rock hard and waiting. Mikasa gasps a little bit, a breathy sound quick and sharp as she sees him, her eyes transfixed on his dick and he grins, sliding her panties to the side and slamming her down on him before she even knows what hit her. The slide is so fucking easy too, it takes almost nothing and he gets a sick sense of satisfaction that even with little to no prep she can take him, probably better than anyone else he's ever fucked. She takes it all no complaints, as deep as she can and he bottoms out.

She lets out a long moan, that pretty sound he wants to record and listen to on his phone over and over again, her head lolling back uselessly against his shoulder as she takes in the sensation.

"Miki baby you know this helps me remember better right, sorry it just wasn't getting through my head I was too distracted, but now I'm all ears, why don't you continue. What's that rule you were talking about, how are derivatives and integrals related again baby, they're opposites?"

She's breathing quick and Eren doesn't blame her, he's struggling to keep his tone level as her walls squeeze him, warm and soft and he wants to stay buried there forever, she's so fucking tight.

"I-Eren-I-yeah, opposites," she finally manages to get the last word out ending a little broken as she struggles to sit up and make herself comfortable on his cock, she should be used to it by now with how often he does this, but it never fails she always reacts like she's taking him for the first time all over again. He fucking loves it.

"Why don't you explain again baby, I don't think I really understand? And make sure you're clear Mikasa." She nods, still squirming around, every movement shooting electricity up through both of them as she accidentally grinds down, she lets out an involuntary moan and Eren smirks.

Eren takes it upon himself to move her up and off his cock a few inches before impaling her back down, biting down on her neck a little bit as punishment and she whines, teeth coming out to bite down on her lip brutally as she tries to keep quiet.

"Stop moving baby, you're distracting me, just take my cock like a good girl and explain for me yeah?" She replies brokenly her voice soft and struggling with her breaths, "Yeah."

[vixenpen]

You should DEFINITELY do a part 2 to the Dabi x teacher fic! Like it could be when they start taking their relationship to the next level and do some freaky things😏

Hot For Teacher pt.2 (Dabi x Black Reader)

Quirkless AU

(Friendly reminder in this Dabi owns a tattoo shop and is tatted and pierced up and reader is black and thiccccc🍑💦💦)

You were completely unaware of the turquoise eyes admiring your thick ass as you erased your last lesson from the white board.

Dabi’s dick flexed just imagining what sliding between those cheeks would feel like. The material of your conservative black dress clung to your juicy butt and round hips despite the loose material. He liked that.

After a while he couldn’t take it anymore and snuck up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist and pressing into you from the back.

“Dabi!” You squealed.

“Sorry, Ms. Y/n,” he chuckled against your kinky hair, “I just wanted to come by and see if it was possible to get some private lessons.”

You giggled, shaking your head, “you’re so corny. What are you doing here anyway?”

“I wanted to see if you wanted to get dinner, but I’m hungry now.”

“What? What’s the supp-oh!”

The soft material of your knee length dress slid against your body and the next thing you felt were Dabi’s big, warm hands massaging your hips and a very familiar bulge against the crack of your ass.

“Damn, teach,” your boyfriend grinned against your ear, his deep raspy voice made you shiver. “You should have known better than to wear a thong with this little dress of yours. All those pervy male teachers probably haven’t been able to take their eyes off you.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt strong fingers groping and massaging your ass cheeks.

“Dabi,” you croaked weakly, “not here.”

Dabi responded by snaking his pierced along your neck. You whimpered.

“D-Dabi..”

“Hmm?”

One his hands squeezed your full breasts beneath the material.

“Stop, I’m serious.”

“You know, you’re really hard to resist, right beautiful?” His hard on was massaging you through the jeans.

The two of you had been dating for a few months now, and had yet to go beyond kissing and heavy petting that always left Dabi wanting more. He wasn’t sure what you were waiting for, but he did know you were worth the wait.

And boy did you make him wait for it...and work for it. It was as hot as it was frustrating. His dick was so hard it hurt, and all he could think about was fucking you on your desk until you were screaming his name.

He turned you around to face him easily and scooped you up by those thick thighs of yours.

The next few moments were a blur. You saw pens and papers knocked to the floor before feeling your big bare ass settle against the cool wood of the desk.

“My lesson plans!”

Dabi’s lips cut off your protest, and his fingers worked the black dress off your body and over your head, exposing your curves to the cool air.

It was dizzying and exciting and sexy and...inappropriate! So inappropriate. This was your job!

“D-Dabi, wait!” You gasped between the feeling of his pierced lips nipping at you. “There might be students-“

“School ended an hour ago. Trust me. No kids are in this building.” He chuckled, amused.

“The janitors might-“

“I locked the door, beautiful. We’ll hear ‘em comin’.”

Turquoise eyes roamed your thick, dark body hungrily, followed by hands stacked with rings.

“Damn, I want you.” He muttered, diving down between your big breasts to lick and suck at them.

“Ahh~” you dug your fingers into his crop of black hair. “We can’t.” You gasped.

“Says who?”

“Da-ahh! Mmm.” His tongue was now snaking down your stomach. Kisses and bites being left on the melanated skin below your belly button. Fuck it felt so damn good.

He admired the glistening mess between your legs, parting the thick thighs to admire your creaming pussy.

“Fuckin’ delicious.”

And then he dove in.

“Ohh go—“

Dabi slurped at your clit gently. The flick of his pierced tongue combined with the warmth of his mouth sucking the sensitive pearl sent electricity tingling through you.

Your eyes fluttered shut and the muffled sounds of heels clicking down the hall as remaining teachers walked past your locked room was the furthest thing from your mind.

This was so wrong. This went against everything you stood for, and yet...

“Moan for me, y/n,” Dabi commanded against your pussy. “Don’t hold back. Or else I’ma stop holdin’ back.”

“Dabi~”

He smirked up at your pretty brown face and his fingers glided easily into the gripping heat of your cunt.

“Ahhaaa! Fuck! Fuck...” your hips bucked against the sensation.

Months of only being able to play in your cat had given Dabi plenty of time to get to know your weaknesses. He exploited every one of them now. Throwing your thick thighs around his neck he flexed his fingers while licking at your folds.

You could only squirm against him, one hand grabbing his head to push his face deeper while the other gripped the edge of your desk.

“D-Dabi, god yes! Don’t stop! Don’t stop. B-baby, f-f-fu~”

Those sweet moans were music to Dabi’s ears. Your cum coated his fingers and your juices sprayed his face. He opened his mouth greedily drinking every drop.

Then he laughed low in his throat.

“Wow, Ms. Y/n, you really are a naughty teacher aren’t you?”

You tried to glare down at him, but it barely registered. You were too turned on to be pissed.

Dabi continued to tease you. “Letting me fuck you on your desk. Right here where you have to teach all these innocent young minds.”

“Sh-shut up!”

Dabi pressed kisses against the chunky meat of your thighs, his piercings tickled and his lips felt so good.

“Or what, Ms. Y/n?” He asked. “You’ll make me stay after class?”

He snickered and got to his feet.

You couldn’t help admiring him. He wasn’t a big guy by any means, but he was lean and well toned. You wanted to see all of him. Feel all of him.

Snatching him by his shirt, you pulled him close and locked your thick thighs around his trim hips. Your lips pressed against his, hungry to taste every bit of him.

The two of you pulled his shirt over his head and you grinned admiring the colorful tapestry of tattoos and, your favorite part, the barbells piercing his nipples.

Dabi gave a smug smirk. “What’s up, babe? Don’t wanna stop anymore?”

You cocked a brow. “Real funny for someone who moans like a bitch when I do this.”

Pulling him towards you by the waist of his jeans, you trailed your tongue around his nipple, gazing up at him in that way that drove him fucking crazy.

“Oh my god~” he sighed. “Fuuuck, y/n...”

You giggled softly, switching to the other nipple. A deep groan welled up from your man’s throat.

Taking back control, your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his pants, squeezing the thick length trapped in his jeans.

Fuck his dick was so big. You had wanted to fuck your man for the longest time. And just feeling how hard his big dick was for you only confirmed that.

You pressed kisses up along his bobbing Adam’s apple, sucking at his studded earlobes. Your lips pressed to his ear as you purred out; “Now whose being naughty?”

That was about all the man could take.

He snatched you up off the desk once more to turn you around, laying you against it.

You heard the clang of his belt buckle as he snatched off his belt. Then you felt the leather and studs of it kiss your phat ass as he cracked it against you.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed.

“Yeah?” Dabi growled. “Since you wanna talk shit and be a little tease that’s what your ass gets.” He snapped back.

He spanked you a few more times, not caring about what straggling teachers may have heard the noise.

Your mouth hung open as you felt your boyfriend’s lean body press against your body, long dick rocking between the cheeks of your butt.

“I been wanting to fuck your fine ass up for a minute Ms. Y/n.” He chuckled. “This is gonna be fun.”

He stood up admiring the view of that big, perfect ass jiggling with all its dimples and stretch marks in front of him.

God. He couldn’t wait to dive in it.

You craned your neck and admired the long dick slipping between your ass crack. A trail of piercings forming a jacob’s ladder on the underside.

Dabi caught your eye and grinned, eyes flashing. “You ready, babygirl?”

“Fuck me.” You replied.

That was all the answer he needed. Dabi wasted no time plunging deep into that juicy cunt of yours and a strangled groan escaped you both.

“Ahaaa~ fuuuuck yesss, Dabi!”

It was an odd sensation. His piercings added another sensation of texture to your throbbing walls. Your pussy couldn’t get enough of it because you felt yourself clenching and flexing for more.

Luckily he was more than happy to give it to you. His hips rocked back and forth making you feel every. Single. Inch. Every bump and ridge of your tight heat got massaged as he long stroked inside you.

“Fuckkk, y/n, you feel even better than I imagined, babygirl.”

The Angle made your big butt squeeze his cock going in and out, adding an extra grip to his dick. He dug his fingers into the flesh of your ass massaging and squeezing it while he pummeled deep into you.

“You gonna let me cum in this fat ass of yours, y/n? Huh?” He ground out through gritted teeth, fucking you sonhard your booty jiggled and the desk creaked.

“Yes daddy. You-c-can cum-ahh~where-ever you-fuccck-want!” You managed back, throwing your ass back at him as best you could.

“God damn right I can. Fuck!” He sighed.

Dabi alternated between fucking you hard and rough and slow and deep. His hand landed against your ass again and again and again. The sting barely registered as anything other than pleasure.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck fuck FUCK! Don’t stop! Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” You gasped, drool drenching the desk where your mouth hung open.

“Got you baby-ah fuck! Don’t worry. Ima take care of you.” Dabi grunted back, eyes damn near closed in a mix of pure bliss and concentration.

The desk scraped as the force of your fuck session sent it sliding against the linoleum floors slightly. Neither of you stopped bucking and fucking.

If anything, you went harder. Dabi’s balls clapped your cunt with every stroke, and your ass jumped up to meet his pounding dick over and over until-

“AHAAA~”

“FUUUUCK!”

The two of you came so hard together it felt like you had ascended to another planet. Dabi Damn near collapsed on top of you. He pressed kisses against your curls and cooed about how amazing you felt. How amazing you were, as the two of you came down from your highs.

Finally, you were able to stand shakily to your feet—with Dabi’s help—and get dressed.

You sat back against the desk, panting and watching your very smug boyfriend pull on his shirt.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” You shook your head. “I knew you were trouble the day I met you.”

Dabi laughed. “Well, hey, if I’m so much trouble I could always come see you after class again.” He winked.

You threw a marker at his laughing face which he just barely dodged.w

“Shut the hell up and clean up my classroom.”

Still grinning Dabi leaned in for a kiss. “Yes ma’am, teacher.”

[sunshineneedsaplacetokeephernsfw]

Immortal - 1, Introduction (kinktober)

Kaminari Denki - Electricity

Warnings: 18+ (minor dni), non-consensual touching, electricity, creepy Denki, running, not edited

Word count: 3,185 (this is longer than all the other parts)

Masterlist

Part 1 | Next

October

The month that had become dedicated to stories and decorations on store shelves that ranged from spooky to creepy. But there was a strange unsettled feeling resting in the air this year. You felt it in the cool breeze and the whispers as people talked about the missing heroes from the past two years.

It was hard to believe the year was almost over. Especially when it felt like it had only just started, but here you were. You checked the clock and found your shift was done. You promptly wrapped up what you were doing and practically skipped out, with a book in hand. On your way out, your ear caught snippets of a conversation.

"It's horrible what happened."

"I wonder if it's going to happen again this year."

Right.

Two years ago, in October, the famous incident occurred when several students from U.A. went missing during a mission they had all been on. No one could ever find a single trace of them.

You pondered on it as you walked on the sidewalk with your book tucked under your arm. The sky was a deep blue and the air you breathed in was crisp and refreshing. And you were off work for the rest of the day. Which meant you could finally read more of the book that had been sitting on your counter for the past month. And it was a perfect day to read outside.

But you couldn’t stop recalling the strange, seemingly related event that happened last year. The next year after the disappearance, also October, two more heroes who had only just recently graduated from U.A. vanished the same way. It was also around that time when they realized that the villains Shigaraki and Dabi never showed their faces again, and the League of Villains seemed to be looking for them.

However horrible the disappearances, it soon faded into past news and life went on like nothing had ever happened. However, when the calendar changed to October once more, everyone was on edge. The heroes seemed more cautious, the public held their breath in anticipation.

You did your best not to care. It put a sick feeling in your stomach. Hopefully your book would manage to distract you.

Upon finding a nice bench, with a view of the nearby forest, you sat down with a content sigh and flipped the book open. Thankfully, it worked. You slipped into the story, hardly even noticing when you flipped the page or even when the clouds began to block out the sun. You only stopped when it became nearly too dark to read the page. You looked up.

Night had fallen. Shadows stretched and covered everything like a blanket. The only bit of natural light was a dim blue that was sure to fade soon enough.

Your heart beat fast. You closed your book and started in the direction of your apartment. There were always stories. Stories you knew were real. Stories that you'd hear all throughout the whole year, about people staying out too late at night and running into the wrong people. Real monsters.

This was your plan until you spotted somethin- no, someone moving. In the darkness, it took you a moment to see them more clearly. Someone in black and gray from head to toe, not a single bit of skin showing. And one in yellow, a top hat, and a theater mask. It took a moment, but you recognized these two as villains. You stumbled back. They were on the news once, and now they were there. You could see them. They could see you if they looked, they just hadn't yet. Or had they?

Your hands shook. Your limbs were frozen for a few precious seconds. Seconds that you could have used to get away. You ran to the forest. It was the first place you thought of. Maybe you could hide in the trees if they followed you. It was certainly a better option than running in the middle of the street.

The shadows swallowed you. You rushed past the tall trees that loomed over you. Twigs snapped beneath you. The sound of your own terrified breathing filled your ears. So loud, you thought everyone could hear.

The thought of actually stopping to hide finally occurred to you. You ducked behind a tree, hoping it was wide enough to completely hide you. Your eyes darted everywhere. You stopped breathing, praying that you wouldn't hear the sound of footsteps approaching. Nothing. Just the wind in the trees above. The leaves were so dark they looked more black than the sky above you.

Suddenly, your eye caught something that you missed. It was large. You jumped, as if some primal instinct were prepared for a giant monster. It didn’t move. You squinted and let out the breath you were holding.

It was a mansion. There were no lights on inside of it, and the wood was so dark it almost blended in. You never heard about this being here.

You wondered if anyone lived in it. Maybe they could help you. Though, it thankfully seemed like you weren’t being followed. It would be easy to just walk up and get a closer look. With a hand against the tree, you considered your options, to stay or check it out.

Your curiosity won the day.

You stayed low, prepared to dive behind a tree or bush, or duck underneath the mansion porch's railing. Almost every sound was amplified in your ear, making you jump. Which included the sounds even you were making.

The door wasn't locked. It swung open with ease, seemingly inviting you in.

You were considering whether you should enter, when you heard a distant, deep voice behind you. Your heart leaped from out of your chest. Following the voice, now another one, were footsteps. Without a second thought, you dashed inside and closed the door.

The entrance was large and open. Two staircases across from you. Two rooms to the left and right. You stepped into the left room to peer through one of the windows. You walked closer and closer to it. But no matter how close you looked, even when your nose was nearly against the cold glass, you could only see black. You stepped back in confusion.

It was the moment that you heard the door opening that you realized there was nowhere to truly hide in the left room. You quietly ran and dove under the table in the right room. Probably a dining room. The old carpet was rough against your elbows propping you up. You willed yourself to stop breathing as you watched their feet slowly tread in.

"I don't remember this mansion wasn't here last time we searched here," one said.

The other closed the door behind him.

"Yeah. This place is cool, but a little creepy. It's old and boring!"

"You don't suppose this mysterious mansion would have anything to do with Shigaraki's and Dabi's disappearance?"

"Hopefully, definitely not! Everyone's been looking for them for a long time. But I think the voice behind the screen cares more about Shigaraki."

You couldn't hold your breath anymore. You tried to be as quiet as you possibly could, but the small amount of air you allowed yourself just made you breathe faster and heart race. What were they doing here? Still looking for Shigaraki? You resisted the urge to peek up at them. If you could see them, they could see you. But somehow even looking at just their feet filled you with anxiety. Jumping every time one seemed to walk towards you. You wished the table was lower. That there was a long tablecloth that would hide you. That they wouldn’t see you.

"We should tell Kurogiri about this. Let's just leave."

"I agree." A moment passed. He tapped his foot against the floor. "I seem to not have a signal here."

A few seconds and some rustling. "Me neither. I'll go out and make the call."

His heavy steps left, leaving the other to wait behind, but only for a second.

"Um, you might need to see this. We're screwed."

"Hm?" He promptly left, leaving you alone.

You considered getting up and running away. But where would you hide? Would you be fast enough to hide somewhere else? Maybe you could open a win-

"How… did this happen?"

"I don't know! I just walked out and saw the ground wasn't there anymore! Or the trees or anything!"

You barely concealed a gasp. The door slammed shut and you saw two pairs of feet walk in once more. They debated for what felt like hours. Your nerves were shot and it felt like your elbows had rugburn. Finally, they walked up the stairs. You waited just a little longer until you heard a door closed. And even longer, until you were sure.

You slid yourself out from under the table. That couldn't be true, right? You ran to the door on your tippy toes, wincing every time you made the slightest sound. The door opened after a gentle twist.

You looked out. And sure enough. There was nothing beyond the porch but an endless black. Not the kind of black when everything's too dark to see. Even then, the shadows had depth. This.. seemed to stretch on forever.

You rushed back in and grabbed a vase on a wooden stand. Fragile white with turquoise lines that formed diamonds. You almost felt bad for what you were about to do. You lowered the vase to the dark, one hand on the floor board while the other reached down as far as you could with the vase in hand.

The vase never touched the ground. With a sigh, you let go of it. It dropped and dropped. Fell and fell, slowly spinning… until you couldn’t see it anymore. You listened for a crash, some sign that it reached the bottom, but the only sound was your own breath.

No bottom in sight.

This had… this had to just be some sort of quirk. Some sort of… defense for someone living there. It was the only explanation. That had to be it. You weren't trapped there with no way out, right?

You sat up. You cautiously glanced into the room before stepping in. You hadn’t noticed that it should be too dark to see anything. But somehow you could, like dim light coming from a moon that didn't exist.

A red carpet led to the staircase, then split to go up each set of stairs. Between the two sets of stairs was a book on a stand. One you hadn’t noticed.

You opened up a window and looked out. The void was still there. Still wrapping around the mansion. The only thing that existed now was you and this house. And the villains.

You wrestle with your pocket while dashing to a dark corner beside a table, and ripped your phone out. It nearly fell out of your hands as you turned it on and dialed the first contact you saw. Dial tone. The number was unavailable. You texted your parents. The text couldn't get through. Zero bars. You could get onto social media or make a Google search. But you could post or message anyone. Not one word, not on a single forum.

Your hands trembled. You ran one through your hair, grabbed onto the roots, and pulled. It didn’t even hurt. Nothing to distract you from your situation.

What to do. What to do. Well, hiding there was doing nothing good. Maybe you could search for a way out. Or find the owner and tell them what had happened.

There was no way you were going through the dooring up the stairs. You wanted to avoid the villains at all costs. You picked the door on ground level to the right. Book shelves were lined against the wall. There was no dust, but something gave you the feeling they hadn't been used in a long time. No lights, but strangely lit like the room before. You walked through the next door. A bedroom. The bed was sloppily made. Maybe it was the lack of people, but something unsettled you. Nothing felt quite right. But perhaps this was reasonable considering nothing else about the mansion was normal.

You reached for the knob of yet another door when you heard footsteps on the other side. That was your chance. You should have seen who it was, if they could have helped you. But there had been almost no real sign of anyone being in the mansion up until then. Even with the used bed, what if the villains had found another way downstairs? What if they were about to catch you?

You turned and made a dash. Through every door you'd been through so far. You should have just hid under the bed, but you didn't think of it at the time. You just wanted to get as far as you could.

When you got back to the entrance, your heart dropped in horror when you saw the villains emerging from the doors at the top of the stairs. They hastily ran out of it and firmly closed it behind them.

"Who is that!?" The louder of the two said.

Blood pounded in your ears. You didn’t stop. You were already opening the door in the left room and pulled the door shut behind you, still running.

How did they get there? Were they actually following you? Was it someone else you had run from? Was any of this even real?

You lost track of how many rooms you had run into. This one was hardly any different from the others. Same dark red wallpaper. There was a wardrobe, but did that really make a difference? You stopped in front of a window. Black. The moment you stopped was the moment your exhaustion hit you. Your legs and chest ached. You glanced at the door quickly then stared at the window.

Was this real? Was this all some sick dream?

You opened up the window.

If this was a dream and you fell, you would wake up.

You leaned out, placing your hands on the farm and beginning to lift a knee. The whole time you just stared into the nothingness.

"Woah, that's not a good idea," a cheerful voice behind you said, pulling you back by your waist.

Your back hit the stranger's chest. You twisted your head back to see who it was. His blond hair was long enough to reach his stubble covered jawline. He looked to be in his twenties, and was familiar for some reason. None of the villains, fortunately.

You breathed a much needed, heavy sigh of relief. "Oh, thank goodness you're not them."

“Nope, I’m Kaminari. Kaminari Denki. Wow! It’s been forever since I’ve talked with someone new. Hi, I’m Denki. Oops I already said that.”

You raised an eyebrow at his behavior. He held you a little too tightly. It was then you noticed you were too close together, with his crotch against your rump. You, embarrassed, gently pushed him away and he let go.

“Nice to meet you too. Kaminari? That sounds familiar.”

“Maybe you heard of me from the U.A. Sports Festival?”

“U.A…? Wait! Chargebolt? One of the U.A. students that went missing two years ago!??”

“The one and only.” He puffed his chest out.

“But.. what? That’s not possible. You look like you’re twenty-five or something.”

“You’re right, I am! It’s been so long since I had someone else to talk to! Did I already say that?”

He held your hand and pulled it close to him. Electricity sparked, going straight into your hand and making you jump.

“Sorry.” He smiled with concern in his eyes. “I have a little bit of a hard time controlling it now. Especially when I’m this excited.” His other hand reached towards you.

You stepped back and pulled your hand away. “Don’t touch me, please.”

He tilted his head, like he didn’t understand. But he didn’t come any closer.

"By the way, who were you talking about earlier? I’m not who?"

"Villains! They came in here after I ran in to hide from them."

“Really? What did they look like?”

“Twice and Mr. Compress. Twice has a black and gray suit, and Mr. Compress has a top hat, a mask, and a yellow jacket. Did you see them?”

“Yeah, I did. Actually, I saw them coming this way.” He pointed towards the door he had just come from.

“What!? Oh no…” your head whipped around, eyes scanning everywhere for a place to hide.

“I know a place to hide! In here.” Kaminari opened the wardrobe.

He quickly stepped in and moved to make room for you. You slid the hanging coats and clothing to one side and closed the door with just a small crack to see. It was too cramped for you. It was uncomfortably warm, but you would take it.

Your heart pounded in your ears. It was hard to see anything in the room with the small slit. Even then, you prayed they wouldn’t see you through the crack. If they did, you’d be finished with nowhere to run.

His fingers were against your waist, something you hardly even noticed because of the adrenaline. But they began rubbing circles into you, small tingles of electricity tickled you. One slipped down to the dip where your legs attached to the rest of your body. He pressed against your butt, at first you assumed it was simply him adjusting and the lack of room, but he didn't move. In fact, he pushed himself flush against you. You felt something warm and hard between your cheeks through the fabric of yours and his pants. If you tried to back away, the wardrobe door would open more, and the villains might come in any time.

"Please stop," you whispered.

He didn’t stop. He rubbed his head against the back of yours. He breathed in contently.

His hand rubbing you fell to your hip, then up again, into your shirt. You felt him drag against your soft skin. Reaching up to your bra. He made a clumsy effort to slip beneath it before squeezing and massaging it with the bra still on. Tiny sparks from his fingertips only drew your attention to this. You jolted when one ran over your nipple.

"Hey," you tried to sound angry, but it came out as a whine.

Much to your dismay, you felt your core growing unbearably warm. You wanted to stop him, but you froze. Your breaths were heavy. It didn’t help when he dipped his hand into your pants. Electricity somehow teased your clit through your panties. You barely held the moan in your throat.

"We can't be doing this," you said as a final attempt, "What if they hear?"

His lips fluttered against your skin. "Who will hear?"

"What do you mean? The villains… they are…" Did he actually see them coming?

He chuckled and ran a finger against your waistband. "We're gonna have some fun."

Next

[2goth2moth]

Ink and Salt (GN!Squidperson x M!Human, NSFW)

Once again, big thanks to @xo-philia for beta-reading this :-)

Word count: 3257

Includes: Non-human genitalia of the tentacle variety, d/s undertones, praise kink, self-lubrication

Nothing Tilu ever did was subtle. No one could ever really tell whether it was natural or an extremely dedicated choice, but they certainly let it into every part of their life. The way they flirted was no different.

“Wanna make out?”

Only mildly surprised, Blair glanced at them over the top of his book. They were stretched out on their stomach across the floor in front of him, propping themself up on their elbows. “I thought you wanted to take a nap.”

“Yeahhh, I did,” they said with a luxuriant stretch. “But I got distracted by the cute boy sitting in front of me. And now I want to kiss him.”

Blair felt his face heat up. No matter how long he knew Tilu, their bluntness never failed to fluster him. He put a bookmark in between the pages of his novel before setting it on the desk he was sitting at. “Really?”

Tilu laughed, pushing themself back until they were sitting up, cross-legged. “You have to stop asking me that every time I want you. I wouldn’t have said anything if I didn’t want to kiss you. Do you want to?”

Blair nodded feebly, getting off his chair and sitting on the floor in front of them. Sitting on the same level made their already significant height difference even more pronounced. Even standing over a foot taller and with Tilu’s head barely reaching his chin where they sat, he still felt like they were towering over him. The markings that ran, jagged and electric, over their skin made them seem larger than life, an unintentional intimidation that was made more difficult for him to bear because of how much he adored them.

A hard fingernail made contact with his forehead. “You’re freaking out, I can tell.” Tilu brought their hand down to cradle Blair’s face, stroking his jaw affectionately. “Don’t overthink this. We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.”

“No!” Blair broke in, grabbing Tilu’s hands in his. ”I want to! I just…” He took a deep break to steady himself. “You’re so beautiful. I want to be good for you.”

A cool blue flush dusted Tilu’s face and ears. It rose prettily on their snow-white skin, contrasting with the rich wine-red of their markings. “You’re so fucking cute. Just get over here and kiss me already.”

He obeyed. Tilu’s hands found their way to his face again as their lips met. Their mouth was cool against Blair’s, and he shivered as the tip of their tongue traced the seam of his lips. Small, round fingertips caressed the delicate skin behind his ears as he opened his mouth to Tilu. Their tongue was long, and dextrous like the rest of them. It filled Blair’s mouth, flicking around his throat and palate, tracing over his teeth. He sucked on it gently, eyes fluttering at the feeling. His hands came to rest on their waist, stroking up and down their sides, dipping fingers up under the crop top they were wearing. Both of them were moaning softly and Blair could feel spit dripping from the edge of his mouth.

Tilu pulled away from him, leaving him slack-jawed and panting. They had translucent black saliva smeared around their lips. He was unbelievably pleased at the thought of himself matching. “I want to keep going.”

The question was unsaid but fully understood. “Yes please.” He whispered.

Tilu moved back in to kiss him again. It was sloppy, and their small, sharp teeth dug into his lips as they moved together. They shoved their hands up underneath his shirt, scratching over his ribcage and chest, pausing to lightly play with his nipples. He moaned again, loudly, and pulled back enough to let Tilu take off his shirt. His own hands found their torso, and began tracing over their markings. Dark red, spidery, scratchy things, they burst at the centre of their belly, curled over their delicate collarbones, framed pitch black eyes. He let one hand dip low enough to trace over the markings that rose above the waistband of their shorts. Even though he couldn’t see the rest, he knew that they marked the centre of their scalp and ran down their spine, and his mouth watered.

Clearly getting impatient, Tilu pushed him roughly. “Lie back.” They quickly stripped off their shirt, revealing an expanse of quartz-like skin. They ran their hands over their chest and abdomen, uninterrupted by nipples or a navel. “I want to ride your face and your cock.” Their shorts were next, a thin rivulet of black liquid dripping from a small slit in their pelvis down the inside of one thigh. “Take your pants off too, I’ll stain them.”

Blair rushed to obey, kicking his pants off his legs before settling on his back. His cock was half-hard already, lying flushed and sweet against the bottom of his stomach. Tilu shuffled over to straddle his chest first. They grasped his chin firmly, turning his head from side-to-side slightly, as if appraising a piece of art. A small thumb was shoved between his willing teeth. Blair sucked on it softly and thought that he would die a happy man if this was the last thing he ever saw.

“Good boy,” they cooed down at him, that pretty blue blush spreading to their shoulders and chest. “Are you ready?”

He nodded eagerly. Tilu pulled their thumb from his mouth with a quiet pop, the digit still attached to Blair’s mouth with a string of spit, and repositioned themself over his face. More black fluid was leaking out of them, slicking their public bone, running into the creases of their thighs. It smeared itself into the tacky mess of saliva already covering his face as they lowered their hips over his mouth. Blair flicked his tongue out to lap some of it up, the taste strong and salty. He continued running his tongue over their skin, doing his best to clean all the dark fluid up, not yet teasing their sheath. Tilu rocked their hips against his face in small, insistent circles. His adoring touch redoubled, brushing soft kisses and sucking small blue bruises anywhere his lips could find purchase. Still, as much as he wanted to, he didn’t start on their sheath. A tight grip in his hair broke Blair’s concentration and he pulled back, gasping, as far as he could.

Glassy black eyes stared down at him over the smooth milky stretch of their body. “Come on, baby. Don’t you want me to ride you?” Tilu smirked playfully at him, leaning back to play with the head of his cock. Blair let out a strangled moan, simultaneously nodding his head and trying to buck his hips into their hand. “You do, don’t you?” It was punctuated by a single rough grind down on his face. “Well, you have to get me ready first.”

With a nod and a whimper, Blair dove back in, now focusing all his energy on their sheath. Tonguing at the tender skin at the opening, he felt more inky liquid spill into his mouth, staining his lips and leaking out of the corners. He could feel Tilu getting more turned on in the way they rode his race more aggressively and sweet sounds of pleasure rose up from their throat. As he kept working them over, the tip of a cool, slick appendage emerged to probe his mouth. Blair opened his lips to let it in. It roamed his mouth, caressing the inside of his cheeks, wrapping around his tongue. He let it slip into his throat, tongue free to continue working at Tilu’s soft skin. More tentacles began slipping out of their sheath as he gently worked it open with his mouth.

“That’s right, baby,” Tilu murmured. They began running their whole hand up and down his hard length. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?” Their voice had gone soft and breathy in that lovely way it always did when they felt good. Blair could feel himself flush under their sweet words and touches, and he hummed around the tentacles slowly filling his mouth. There was no doubt that he looked like a complete mess: cock stiff and leaking on his belly, eyes full of tears, face and neck smeared in black slick and spit.

The way Tilu’s tentacles looked now was clear evidence of their pleasure. Teased out from their slit by Blair’s hot tongue, they bloomed like an anemone, gently waving about and stroking his face. His eyes rolled back in his head as more of them breached his mouth, stretching his jaw almost painfully, slowly fucking his throat. Moans escaped his mouth as he suckled on the salty-slick tendrils. A foggy haze was beginning to fill his head, senses overwhelmed by the sheer enormity of what he was feeling. The rich, briny scent of the black liquid, the pressure of tentacles filling his mouth, the rocking of their hips onto his face, the feather-light strokes on his dick. Tilu still pinned him to the floor with that bottomless gaze, although it now fluttered with every lap of his tongue.

Small fingers closed around the base of Blair’s cock with shocking force. His whole body tensed up and he moaned loudly, though the sound was muffled by the writhing mass of tentacles in his mouth. Tilu backed up from his face to straddle his stomach. They cradled his face lovingly, spreading the thick black slick around his mouth. Emotional tears leaked from his eyes and they wiped them away with a gentle hand. “Look at you. You’re so lovely, you know?” The way they continued touching, as if he were something to be treasured, nearly reduced him into a puddle. “I want to ride your cock now. Let’s see how much lovelier I can make you, hmm?”

“Oh my god, yes please,” Blair begged, squirming helplessly beneath Tilu. His desperation was met with a pleased smile that was filled to bursting with affection and needle-sharp teeth. They leaned down to kiss him sloppily. One hand worked over his dick in slow, teasing strokes as that long tongue licked deep inside his mouth again.

“I’m gonna make you cum so fucking hard,” Tilu purred against Blair’s mouth with one last kiss. They positioned their sheath, now open and surrounded by tendrils, over his steadily leaking cock. The tentacles curled sweetly around his hard length, like tongues and fingers in one, running along his shaft and just barely breaching the slit at the head. Sharp bolts of pleasure shot through his body, burning through his ribcage and making his toes and spine curl. A high-pitched whine tore from his throat. Tilu planted their hands on his chest, nails digging into the soft flesh above his nipples, and braced themself to lower down onto his cock.

Even heavily slicked and with their tentacles fully extended, the size difference between Blair and Tilu made this a delicate process. Pointed teeth stuck out over the ridge of their lip as they bit down hard enough to draw icy-blue blood, face a cool-flushed mask of concentration. The head of Blair’s cock pressed hotly into their sheath, the stretch just bordering on painful. It took all of Blair’s self-control to stay still under their body, effort betrayed only by breathy gasps and a lightly jumping muscle in his abdomen. The slick pressure that engulfed him felt unbelievably good. Easing down a little bit more sent Tilu’s head arching back violently with the beginnings of a strangled cry.

“Fuck, you’re so good like this,” they said through clenched teeth. “So patient. Just a little longer, okay?”

Blair nodded, moving his hands to rub reassuring circles into their calves. Tilu’s head being thrown back gave him an excellent view of the pearly skin of his torso. The starburst of dark red on their stomach dipped and rolled with their heaving breaths as they lowered themself the rest of the way down his shaft.

When his cock was fully seated inside of them, Tilu exhaled shakily, loosening their grip on Blair’s chest. Small red crescent-moons mark the swell of his chest where their hands had been gripping for dear life. They apologetically soothed the marks with their cool fingertips, rubbing the divots flat before ghosting their hands over his nipples. Teasing the nubs up to hard pebbles with feather-light touches, they worked over his tender flesh before giving an experimental roll of their hips. The movement dragged Blair’s cockhead against the slick walls of TIlu’s sheath. A bolt of pleasure shot through Blair’s body, drawing a long, low groan out of him. Another roll splintered the sound in his throat and drew the fluttering muscles in his belly taut. The look of stubborn concentration melted off of Tilu’s face, being replaced by one of confidence and pleasure. Blue flush now traced down their throat, chest and shoulders, as well as staining their face and ears.

Tilu stared down at him with a cocky smile. They pinched at his pebbled nipples, hard, and ground down onto his dick again. Their tentacles started winding around the shaft of his dick in earnest now, squeezing around the slickened skin instead of just teasing it. Leaning forward enough to place their lips against his ear, they whispered, “I want to make you cum so hard that you forget your own name.” Blair keened loudly, arching into them, nails digging into the meat of their calves. A single tendril snaked down to cup his balls. “Get fucking ready, baby.”

They rose up on their knees, his cock sliding out of them until the tip was the only thing stretching them open, before slamming back down. The feeling set both of them moaning loudly and Tilu began fucking themself on Blair’s cock properly. Their legs spread over his hips gave him a mouthwatering view of the inky black spread over them and the azure hickies that he left on their tender inner thighs while he ate them out. “You’re- AH- so beautiful!” The cool walls of their sheath were squeezing him tightly, the rest of his shaft and balls wrapped in slippery tentacles, nipples still being roughly worked over in skillful hands. His moans were quickly turning into cries in the face of such extreme pleasure.

A particularly hard grind sent Tilu’s black-glass eyes rolling back, the surfaces wet with tears. They moaned wantonly, long tongue lolling out of the corner of their mouth. “God, I love your cock so much!”

Hands wrapped around Blair’s wrists where they were still gripping into Tilu’s calves, wrenching them upwards so that he could hold onto their hips. He grabbed into the soft flesh, holding on as if they were a rock in a stormy sea. He could feel the muscles under their skin flex with every motion. Sparks were shooting through his blood, curling his toes and drawing desperate sounds from his mouth. “Oh shit! Slow down. Ple-ease! I’m about to cum!”

“Cum inside me, baby.”

Blair’s entire body was tensed up, but Tilu didn’t let up. They started bouncing even harder, even faster, walls squeezing around him. Leaning down to his chest, they wrapped their lips around his left nipple, keeping their hand teasing his right. Sharp, needle-like teeth bit around the sensitive bud, careful not to break skin, the pain soothed by flicks of their slick tongue. Translucent spit leaked out around their mouth, creating a mess across his chest. Their hips began stuttering on him but they refused to let up. Riding his cock with even more intensity, they bit down on his swollen nipple at the same time as a tentacle wrapped tight around his balls.

“Ah, I’m gonna...AHH!” The pleasure coming at Blair from every direction was too much and it tipped him over the edge. His hips stuttered deeper into Tilu’s sheath once, twice, before he came impossibly hard, near-screaming out in pleasure.

Tilu continued bouncing on his length, even as he spasmed with overstimulation. Blair could feel them getting ready to climax as their tentacles started writhing wildly and their chest began heaving even harder. Sweet, high moans were spilling rapidly from their lips, mixed in with curses and little words of praise.

“Fuck, just look at you. So gorgeous.” They dragged the nail of their pointer finger through the tacky mess of slick and spit on his face. “You look so damn good, even all filthy like this. I’ve never met someone as pretty as you.” Tilu always got sappy when they were about to cum. Sinking all the way down onto his softening cock, the tentacles splayed out like the petals of a chrysanthemum and the walls of their sheath constricted even tighter around him. Their back arched dramatically, and they came with a high-pitched whine. “FUCK!”

Blair rubbed his thumbs into the meat of their hips, feeling pulsing aftershocks go through them, the overstimulation making him flinch. They leaned down against his chest and kissed him deeply.

“Mmm, that was good,” Tilu murmured against his lips, smiling needle-toothed and affectionate. Rising up on their knees, both they and Blair groaned quietly as they pulled off of him. He looked filthy. Saliva and slick were drying in dark smears on his face, chest, and crotch, and he was still sweaty and panting. His eyes were foggy and happy as he sat up.

TIlu were barely in better shape. Thick, jet-black liquid, the remains of their orgasm, leaked out of their sheath, marbling grey with Blair’s semen. The mess covered the hickies on their legs, and almost their entire body was flushed, the cool colour lovely against their red markings. Their thigh muscles quivered from the stress of holding themself up for so long, and when they moved to sit beside him, he could see their knees were turning blue as well. Even so, their eyes were soft and warm, and they looked thoroughly content.

His heart still squeezed with regret. “Tilu, your knees,” Blair said, reaching out to catch one of their hands and bring it to his lips. He kissed their knuckles, then their fingertips, then their palm with a kind of apologetic reverence, settling the curve of his jaw against the inside of their wrist. “I’m sorry, I should have thought to put something down for you to kneel on.”

“Shhhh,” they chided, rubbing lightly behind his ear. “Don’t be silly. I could have put something down too, if I’d wanted to. Don’t be so hard on yourself, you were wonderful.”

Blair felt his face heat up again at their soft words. He leaned against their cool wrist, humming into the delicate skin there. “Okay,” he whispered. “You were wonderful too. You look very pretty right now. Like this”

Tilu smirked at him. “‘Like this’? Bruised and blushing and dripping cum, with all of my tentacles out?”

“No!” Blair blurted out. “I mean...yes, but I meant...satisfied? Happy. You look happy right now. I like seeing you like this.”

They stilled for a breath before surging forward and wrapping their arms around him. “You’re a goddamn sap, you know that?” They said, turning their head to the side so that their face was nestled into the side of his neck. “I also love you so, so, so much.” Tilu kissed his throat once- ever-so softly, ever-so sweetly- before standing up, tentacles starting to re-sheath themselves, and offering Blair their hand. “Shower with me?”

He looked up at his lover, standing there beautiful and happy, and he nodded.

[peachycheol]

| breakfast in bed |

➸ summary: something tells you that seungcheol’s idea of breakfast is not a quick bowl of cereal and milk. not that you mind. ➸ genre: pwp, just pure smut here baybee ➸ pairing: brother’s best friend!seungcheol x reader ➸ warning: dirty talk, spanking, fingering, slight daddy kink, unprotected sex, perhaps a slice of a creampie, this is my first time writing smut so that is also a warning 👉👈 ➸ w.c: 2.4k

➸ author’s note: hi i’m dove! this is my first smut that i am publishing on my very new svt smut blog, @peachycheol​. tbh i’m reposting it because the tags didn’t work the first time 🥺 anyway, hopefully this works. i hope y’all enjoy!

“Is that for me?”

You jump a little at the sudden feeling of Seungcheol’s lips brushing ever so lightly against your ear. The way the tenor of his voice sends small vibrations down your neck immediately has you pressing your thighs together. You bite back a smile and keep your eyes trained forward as you try to focus on pouring milk into your cereal. But it’s pretty difficult to focus on anything when your older brother’s best friend is standing so close you could feel the warmth of his body against your back. “Make your own breakfast,” you whisper back.

You feel, rather than see, his lips turn up into that cocky grin. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you feel your arousal seep into your panties. His fingers teasingly graze up your thighs, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps, only to slip them underneath the waistband of your shorts so he can rub small circles into your hips. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you unthinkingly melt into his soft touches. “Can I have breakfast in bed then?” he asks, shifting closer so that his body presses yours against the cool marble of the countertop.

It was obvious that he wasn’t wearing any underwear underneath his pants and the thin material of your sleeping shorts certainly did nothing to conceal his growing bulge. You do your best not to whimper, instead scoffing playfully. “Seungcheol, that is so corny--ngh!”

His grip on your hips suddenly tightens, and this time, your back arches when you feel him grind up against your ass again. “I bet it still got your little panties wet though. It’s just so easy to get that cute little pussy nice and dripping for me. Isn’t that right, baby?”

Though you could feel your slick pooling in your underwear, you never liked to give in to him so easily. “N-No,” you manage to stutter out. “Corny jokes don’t make my panties wet.”  

“No?” Seungcheol turns you around, caging you between his arms so that you’re forced to meet his unconvinced gaze. Your defiance immediately crumbles at the sight of him; it was almost unair how hot he looked in a simple white t-shirt and sweatpants. His eyes bore down on you, dark and hungry, one of his eyebrows cocked in a challenge. “So you’re telling me that if I touch you right now, I won’t feel your pussy soaking through your tight fucking shorts? I find that a little hard to believe, considering our past exploits.”

In a last ditch attempt to keep up your cheek, you shift your focus to the chain necklace he always wears around his neck, but that only makes your mouth water even more. You were aching for him to get his hands on you again.  “I guess you’ll just have to touch me and find out.”

“Mmh! Harder, please!” you cry out. Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Seungcheol brings his hand down to land another hard spank on your ass, leaving behind another bright pink hand print. ”A-Ah!”

Seungcheol chuckles as he looks at you bent over his knee, your shorts pulled down just enough to expose your ass. The two of you seemed to find yourselves in this position more and more frequently lately. He reaches between your legs and runs his thick fingers through your soft folds, nearly groaning when he feels how you gush out onto his hand.

“Even your punishment has you leaking all over my lap, baby. There’s no use denying it. I could probably even...” Rather than complete his thought out loud, he peels your shorts all the way off and eases two fingers into you. They slide in without any resistance, the lewd sounds of your wetness filling your room as he begins to fuck his fingers into your tight pussy. This time, he can’t hold back his low growl. “Fuck, your pussy’s always so wet for me. I can’t wait to make a mess of your tight little cunt, baby. You’re always making such a mess on daddy’s cock, isn’t that right?”

You clench around his fingers with each filthy word he utters, spreading your legs wider so that he can reach even deeper. “Y-yes daddy!” He stills his thrusts and simply rubs the pads of his fingers against your velvet walls, urging you to continue. “I a-always-- ngh-- make a mess on daddy’s m-massive cock. I c-can’t-- mmh!-- I can’t help it! It just feels too good. Hah-- please!”

“Such a good girl for me today.” His praise only makes you whimper and wiggle your hips needily. He rewards you with several deep thrusts that have your back arching in an attempt to feel him there again. You let out a shaky moan when he finally brushes against your g-spot, and Seungcheol watches in awe as you move your hips back to fuck yourself deeper onto his fingers. He is unbelievably hard. “Fuck.”

In one swift motion, he pulls out of you and takes a hold of your waist, flipping you so that you’re lying on your back underneath him. Any protests you might have had about the sudden emptiness are silenced when he pushes his digits, glistening with your slick, past your lips, and you don’t hesitate to suck them clean. You moan at the taste, closing your eyes as you sloppily lick his fingers. Seungcheol is intent on etching each detail of this moment in his mind, from the way your hair splayed on the mattress to the way you so willingly wrapped your lips around him. When you feel Seungcheol rub himself against your thigh, your eyes flutter open to see him watching you intently. It makes you clench around nothing.

Although he's obviously straining through his pants, Seungcheol still takes his time, slowly dragging his fingers from your lips and trailing them down your neck to the swell of your breasts. A dimpled smile spreads across his cherry red lips when he sees how your cropped tank top does nothing to hide your hardened nipples, which only makes it easier for him to rub them through the thin fabric with his moistened fingers. “O-oh,” you whine, arching into his touch. He pushes your shirt up to reveal your breasts, but he couldn’t be bothered to take it all the way off. There were much more pressing matters at hand, like leaning down to lightly bite on a pert bud, his tongue flicking at it teasingly.

You shiver when the cool metal of his necklace presses against your hot skin, as if it had sent electricity through your veins. “S-seungcheol,” you moan, your fingers tugging at his dark hair as you feel your own slick coat your inner thighs, making a complete mess of you. “Please, I need you so badly.”

Seungcheol’s cock throbs at your neediness. He always loved it when you begged. “Okay baby, I’ll take care of you,” he whispers, lifting up his head to press a burning kiss to your lips. He parts from you for a moment to  quickly yank his t-shirt off, and he smiles down at you when your hands automatically slide over his bare chest. His skin feels hot beneath your fingers and you grip at his shoulders to pull him down for another wet kiss, while he kicks off his sweatpants.

Your fingers dig crescents into his shoulders when you finally feel his hard member glide through your sopping folds. “Ngh!” You throw your head back when you feel the head of his cock nudge against your sensitive clit, jolting at the sudden ripple of pleasure.

“Do you like that, baby? You like it when my cock rubs your little clit?” Seungcheol’s lips brush against yours as he starts to guide his cock to grind into you with more fervor. You can only nod frantically, nearly delirious from how unbelievably good it feels. “Your clit is always so sensitive. You came so hard when I ate you out last week and we were alone in my car for only five minutes. I bet I could make you cum just like this, hm?”

At this point, only incoherent whines fall from your lips as Seungcheol continues to rub the head of his cock into your nub. There is no denying the heat simmering in your lower belly, and it’s only a few more moments until you cry out, squirming as your orgasm washes over you. “Mmh!-- O-Ohh!” Rather than sate you, it only seems to stoke the longing within you as it continues to lick up your insides until your aching is simply unbearable. One breathless ‘please’ from you is all Seungcheol needs to hear to grab your legs and spread them apart until your pulsing pussy is on full display.

He groans at the tantalizing sight and holds you open just so he can watch how his cock slowly sinks into your entrance. “Oh, fuck-- How are you always so fucking tight? You’re just sucking me in, baby.”

He bottoms out in one quick thrust that has you gasping for air. You whimper, relishing at how his thick cock seems to always fill you in the most delicious way. Seungcheol wastes no time and begins to fuck into you deep and hard, just like he knows you like it. “Mmh-- you’re so-o b-big!” The last word melts into a mewl when he suddenly pistons his hips up into you without warning, which immediately has you clenching down on him. “H-hah, Seungcheol!”

Seungcheol grunts in response, leaning forward to lick and nip along your neck and collarbones. In an attempt to somehow ground yourself, you wrap your arms under his shoulders, but if you’re honest, you had long been consumed by the rough drag of his cock against your walls. “You’re doing so good, baby,” he groans into your ear, tugging lightly on the lobe. “Does it feel good, sweetheart?”

“S-so guh!--good!” The new nickname makes your heart skip a beat, and a different kind of warmth spreads across your cheeks and fills your chest, but it leaves you attempting to clutch Seungcheol closer all the same. At this angle, Seungcheol’s hips hit deeper, pounding right into the spot that has you seeing stars.“Mmf-- F-fuuuck! Right there!”

Every one of your senses feel as though they have been dialed up to 10, and your thighs shake from sensitivity overload; the soft drag of his lips, the rough scratching of his chain necklace, the loud slap of his skin against yours, all have your toes curling and your hips moving to meet his thrusts.

“Shit, sweetheart, you look so good like this,” Seungcheol’s voice is hoarse, a little shaky as he continues to fuck into you with vigourous precision. When you can only answer in curses and pleas for more, he flashes you that dangerous smirk of his again. Then, his fingers dig into your waist, pressing you down as he begins to pound into you quickly. Each of your needy movements, each of your sinful moans, were bringing him closer and closer to his end, but he was determined to have you cum again before he did. The bed frame creaks along with his efforts as he continues to fuck you into the mattress, a light sheen of sweat forming at his temples. You keen loudly, your blunt nails scraping down his back.

“Ch-cheol-- unh-- I’m so-- oh! I’m so c-close, please,” you manage to say in between all your unintelligible moaning, and he brings one of his thumbs down to rub harsh circles into your swollen clit. The whole world seems to come to a halt, and all that exists is you, Seungcheol, and your insatiable appetite for the ecstasy only he can give you.

A broken sob gets stuck in your throat as your orgasm rips through you, your body going rigid as you cum hard. The force of your orgasm has your legs shaking and you whine in complete bliss, grasping for Seungcheol while you ride it out on his deliciously hard cock.

Seungcheol’s head falls to rest on your shoulder, his thrusts falling out of rhythm as he finally chases his own high. “F-fuck, baby,” he grits out. He fucks into you desperately, groaning into your neck, his orgasm quickly approaching. When he comes undone, he pushes deep into you and stills, shooting his hot release into your spent pussy, your name tumbling from his lips.

After a moment’s rest, he gingerly pulls his softening cock out of you and watches as his cum gushes out of you and onto your sheets.

“No!” you yell too late, and sit up to examine the dirtied covers. You pout at Seungcheol and flop back down in a huff. “I literally just washed these!”

“Told you you make a mess,” Seungcheol grins. Before you could make your own snide remark, you hear the front door open and close downstairs, and the both of you look at each other with wide eyes.

“Hey guys! I brought McDonald’s breakfast! With fresh hash browns!” Joshua, your older brother, calls out from downstairs. “Guys?”

You scramble to pull your tank top down, blindly grabbing Seungcheol’s sweat pants and pulling them on. Seungcheol makes a small noise of protest. “Those are mine! What am I supposed to wear?” he whispers loudly at you.

“You’re supposed to shut up and hide!” you say back as you pick up his shirt off the floor, which you quickly throw into the closet along with the naked man. “Now shh!”

Right as you close the closet on Seungcheol’s pouting face, you hear a knock at your bedroom door. “Hey, you gremlin! I brought some breakfast!”

“Okay I’m coming, jeez!” You swing the door open, and Joshua immediately covers his eyes in disgust.

“Oh my god, put a shirt on, you harlot!” he shouts. “This is a house of God-- it is no place for your debauchery!”  

You roll your eyes and snatch the McDonald’s bag from his hand. “This is a shirt!”

“For a toddler, maybe!” he grumbles, stubbornly keeping his eyes covered. “Did you see if Seungcheol left, by the way? He wasn’t in the guest room when I came home.”

You let out a very convincing hum. “Hmm, no I have not. I kinda just woke up.”

“Huh, that’s weird. Maybe I should call him,” Joshua’s eyebrows furrow, and he almost reaches down to take out his phone until he realizes that that would leave one of his eyeballs defenseless against your gag-inducing excuse for a shirt. “Ugh! Ew. I’ll just call him later. You can have his McDonald’s too, I guess.”

“Really? Sweet!” you say excitedly. “I’ll make sure to thank him for the breakfast!”

[empower-bi-women]

Scene partners

Paring: Pedro Pascal / brown!reader 

Word count: 1809

Warnings: SMUT SO IF YOUR NOT 18+ KINDLY FUCK OFF, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk, oral sex (f receving), age gap, edging? I’m not sure what else this is pretty tame compared to my other stuff. 

A/N: This is dedicated to my girl. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have been in this position. I hope this kills you! (Jk I love you didi)  As always feedback is greatly appreciated :) 

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“Ok that’s the last shot of the day!” the director called out. You moved from your spot on set to walk to your trailer. “Y/N,” your co-star Pedro called out for you. You sped up hoping to avoid talking to him today. You could not handle the way his brown eyes started into your soul as he talked and the way he bit his lip as he would shamelessly eye you up and down. Not right now, “Y/N wait up I want to talk to you for a second.” You could hear footsteps getting closer. Realizing that there's no way of getting out of this you slowed to a stop. “Hey you got headphones in or what.” Pedro smiled at you 

“Sorry I guess I'm just caught up in my thoughts. Got a lot going on.” You played with the hair tie on your wrist nervously. 

“You know you can always come and talk to me,” he grabbed your wrist gently and tilted your head up to look at him, “I’m always here to help you darling.” 

Your face flushed at the nickname. “I’m just a bit nervous for the scene tomorrow.”

“Well why don't you come home with me and I can help you work through it. I’ve done scenes like that so many times.”

You blinked at him. “Are you sure I wouldn’t want to intrude.” 

He smiled. “Y/N you wouldn’t be intruding. I'm asking you to come.” 

“Ok, that would be really helpful, thank you.” 

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When you reached Pedro’s house he led you inside. Taking you to the living room he gestured for you to sit on the sofa next to him, but you sat on the chair across from him instead. He had an amused look on his face. “So you haven't prepped for this scene at all?” He asked.

Your face burned. “Well I'm not really experienced in that area so I wasn't sure what to do.” You whispered with your head down. 

“Listen, I remember how nervous I was for my first sex scene. Let me help you practice,” after seeing the blush that covered your brown skin, he added, “only if you want to of course.” 

“Yeah that would be good.”

He smiled, his eyes crinkled in the corners. “Ok sweetheart, let's get started then. We can take it slow and I’ll tell you all the basics, but first, why don't you come and sit next to me and tell me what you already know about it.” 

As you got up to move you pulled down your skirt and couldn't help but notice how his brown eyes raked over your body with a hungry look in them. Sitting down you played with the edges of your skirt and wouldn't look him in the eye. He brushed your hair behind your ear. 

“So at the start of the scene the characters are sitting just like we are, side by side, talking,” he picked up the script, “So I’ll be Jason and you be your character, Sabrina.” 

You nodded your head and took a deep breath before getting into character. “Jay I need you to understand that we need to set boundaries in our friendship. This ���arrangement’ isn’t what normal friends do.” 

Pedro put his hand on top of yours and you couldn’t help but notice how his hand was so large it completely covered yours. His other hand turned your chin to look at him. Holding you still to look into his eyes he said, “I don't want boundaries I just want you.” He moved closer and closer to you, his eyes flickering at your lips, and stopped a mere centimeters away. You held your breath. 

He pulled back. “And that's where the kiss will start and the rest of the scene will follow, okay?” 

You took a deep breath and tried to shake the dark thoughts that plagued your mind. Just the idea of kissing him made your head spin. 

He rested his hand on your knee.  “Are you ok darling? You look a little out of it.” 

You shook your head. “I guess I'm just a little dehydrated from everything today.” 

“Let me go get you some water. I'll be right back ok?” He said, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear making you flush red. 

I need to pull myself together. You thought. There's no way anything would ever happen. He's so much older and I just need to be professional. Just talk and be professional. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when he came back with a glass of water as promised. When he sat down he sat closer than before and handed you the glass. 

“You need to drink at least half of that before we get back to work ok?” He said sternly.

“Ok.” You drank the water, fully aware of his eyes on you as you did so. As you put the glass down the energy in the room had changed. Everything was a little more tense. Pedro was silent before moving his hand to your knee. 

“You know I always thought you were so talented. The way you disappear into a role. But I think it's because you play characters that are like you. Such sweet girls.” His hand glided up your bare thigh to the hem of your skirt. “I never told you but I love it when you wear these skirts. You look so adorable. It makes me want to ruin you,” he growled in your ear, “if you let me take care of you darling, I can make you feel so good,” his hand ghosted over the front of your panties, “all you have to do is say yes.” He left wet kisses down from your ear to your neck. The only sound in the room was your breathing and his kisses. 

“Yes please.” Your voice was so quiet you weren't even sure he heard it until he purred ‘good girl’ in your ear as he picked you up and carried you to his bedroom. 

He lay you down on the bed before walking away to take his shirt and pants off. You sat up watching him with hungry eyes. He threw his clothes on the floor and crawled on the bed toward you. He hovered over your body and kissed your forehead sweetly before whispering in your ear. “I’m going to ruin that cute little pussy.” 

His voice sent shivers down your spine, he pulled your shirt off before kissing his way down your stomach. His fingers hooked around the top of your skirt and underwear, he tapped your hips and you lifted them so he could slide the material off your body. 

Throwing your clothes somewhere in the room, he wasted no time getting in between your legs. Leaving wet kisses down the inside of your thighs, sucking and biting, red marks appearing in his path. His scruff tickled your legs making you shiver in anticipation as he neared your core. Licking a long stripe up your pussy he dove in. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked. A loud moan escaped your mouth that you tried to muffle with your hands. He moved away from your pussy to pull your hands from covering your face. 

“Now princess I don't want to see you covering your face again. You be a good girl and let me hear every little sound you make.” He said with a stern look on his face. 

“Okay.”

“Good girl,” he growled before diving back in, this time slipping a finger in you, “so tight just around my finger.”

You whined and tried to move away, the feeling unfamiliar but Pedro held you in place. 

“You can't run away from me baby. We gotta open you up so you can fit around me right?” 

His finger sped up, hitting your g spot every time. Adding another finger in and his thumb rubbing your clit you were close in no time. 

Your loud moans bounced off the walls and you warned Pedro of your upcoming orgasm. You looked up at him, eyes wide as you begged him to let you come around his fingers. 

“Please, please let me cum I need it so bad!” Your legs thrashed on the sheets in frustration as he pulled his fingers out of you, licking your wetness off them. 

“No baby that’s not what you want,” he said in a condescending tone that made your pussy clench around air, “it’s gonna feel so much better to finally cum around me.” He pulled his pants down. “Don’t you want this?” He questioned you, gesturing down to his cock that was standing ridged at attention. 

You felt your wetness drip at the sight. “Yes.” 

He stroked your head lovingly. “Such a good, obedient girl for me. Now lie back.” 

He pushed your shoulders slightly so you reclined back into the soft pillows. His fingers intertwined with yours as he slowly pushed in. You could feel your walls gripping him tight. He let out a breath and hung his head. 

“Goddamn honey you feel so good around me.” He squeezed your hand as you whimpered. Finally his hips met yours and he stilled inside you, giving you a moment to adjust. You had never felt more full in your life. Every inch of you tingled with electricity. You squeezed his hand as a signal for him to move. He slowly pulled out slightly, only to thrust his hips against yours once more. When you moan in pleasure he took that as a sign to move slightly faster, the curve of his cock hitting your g spot every time. 

“Does that feel good baby?” He asked, sounding genuinely concerned. 

“Yes,” you gasped, “more please.” 

When you looked up at him with those big doe eyes, he lost it. Pistoning his hips in and out as fast as he could. You neared your high quicker than you would have liked. Whimpering and clawing at his back, Pedro knew exactly what you needed. His hand snaked down between your bodies to rub your clit in tight circles.  His lips went to your neck, marking you as his. All the while, never breaking pace. 

“Pedro please,” you whispered in his ear, your voice breaking, “I'm so close.”

“I know baby, me too just hang on one minute longer.” he kissed your forehead. 

When you couldn't hold out any longer you finally felt that white hot wave of pleasure wash over you as Pedro kept on moving his hips in and out, working you though your orgasm. 

He came soon after, you moaned at the feeling of being filled up. The two of you lay there in comfortable silence before Pedro spoke up. 

“I know this is a little backward but will you go on a date with me?” 

You laughed. “Yeah of course.” 

[jaehyunfirstlove]

Highway to Heaven - Ch. 7

Your best friend Johnny wants to go on a road trip. The only catch? He wants to bring his roommate, Jeong Jaehyun, someone you just couldn’t stand.

Genre: e2l, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77​ @sehunniepot​ @jaejoongiewifey-blog @glxwingstar​ @sleep-is-all-i-seek​ @vgirlfrixnd​ @nicolai28​ (send me a message if you want to be tagged)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

A/N: So here it is, the smut chapter :)

The next morning you were the last to wake up again, Johnny and Jaehyun running the suitcases back to the car. You were alone in the room, so you sat up in the bed to take stock of yourself. Were you really willing to go there? Were you really willing to do it? Were you really willing to open up your heart again? The pain of your breakup came back again, but you noticed it wasn’t as strong as it had been. Instead of a stabbing feeling in your chest, it was more of a dull throb, like a bout of indigestion that didn’t linger. You heard Johnny and Jaehyun talking and laughing outside, and you were filled with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Your best friend who could always lift your mood and loved you like family, and his roommate, someone who knew how (wrongly) you felt about him but still treated you kindly and respectfully. They certainly weren’t the solution to everything, but they helped you see that there was more to life than heartache.

“You better get out here before we leave without you!” Johnny yelled from outside, and you smiled. You got out of bed, dressed hurriedly and walked out the door.

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You drove the first shift, with the window down so the wind could blow through your hair. It was a beautiful late summer day, the sun warm on your face from the open sunroof. Johnny sat in the passenger seat, drumming on the dash with his fingers and singing along loudly to the song playing. Jaehyun sat behind you, the wind fluttering his bangs into his face but he didn’t seem to mind. He sang along with Johnny, and even though they were exaggerating and playing around, their voices blended beautifully.

“You guys sing so well,” you exclaimed, “I’m jealous.”

Jaehyun laughed, “No way, we were terrible!”

“No I’m serious! I know you guys were just joking around but your voices are beautiful.”

Johnny started to rib you again, but Jaehyun was quiet. You snuck a look in the rearview to see him smiling to himself, staring out the window, the tips of his ears a bright red.

---

You spent that afternoon at the beach, the two of them managing to convince you to add an extra day to your trip. You could’ve been home in your bed that night, but the weather was too nice to spend it cooped up in the car.

“Just one more day,” Johnny pleaded, “We’ll camp tonight so we don’t have to agonize over motel rooms again. Please?”

He didn’t have to work so hard, you were already convinced, but you made him work for it anyway just to amuse yourself. When you made a big show of giving in, he yelled in triumph, picking you up for a bear hug and kissing you on the cheek, before he ran off towards the beach, stripping his clothes off as he went.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Jaehyun didn’t know you as well as Johnny and took your reluctance seriously. “I’m sure I can convince him to just head home.”

“Oh I wanted to stay,” you giggled conspiratorially, “I just did that to make him suffer.”

Jaehyun laughed, before looking over at you and smiling. His cheeks puffed out, dimples deep, the bright afternoon sun making his eyes sparkle. You smiled back, something in your chest shifting. He swept out his arm, motioning for you to walk on ahead of him, and together you made your way towards the ocean.

This time, you joined them in the water, and even though the water was cold you couldn’t help but have a great time. You tried not to go deeper than your waist, or even get your hair wet, but Johnny had different plans for you, dunking you or splashing water whenever you got too close. You eventually gave up and dove in, swimming towards the crashing waves. Jaehyun was already there, the waves cresting over his shoulders, his wet skin glistening in the afternoon sun. His arms were outspread, his face turned towards the sky, eyes closed. The water crashed over him, running in rivulets down his chest, but he was immovable. It was a sight you couldn’t take your eyes off of.

“Isn’t he hot?” Johnny teased, coming to stand beside you in the water.

You rolled your eyes at Johnny, but it was definitely something you couldn’t deny. “Yeah, he is.” You sighed.

“So? What are you waiting for? Go get him!” He nudged you with his broad shoulder, almost making you lose your balance and fall into the water.

“I don’t know, Johnny,” you hesitated, “What if it doesn’t work out?”

“Well then it doesn’t work out? Then you eat two tubs of rocky road with me and call me at three o’clock with your drunken rants.” He shrugged.

“I don’t think my waistline can handle that anymore,” you joked.

“Listen, Y/N,” he took on a rare serious tone which made you perk up, “I know both of you really well, and I happen to think you two would be amazing together. Not that I think you ‘need a man’ or anything like that, but your personalities just fit, you know? Besides, I need you to get over that asshole of an ex you had, so even if you just use Jaehyun for sex I wouldn’t mind.”

You elbowed him in the ribs and he laughed.

“But seriously, Y/N, let yourself be happy. You deserve it.” He patted you on the shoulder, and then dove into the water and swam to where Jaehyun was standing.

You watched them again, your heart swelling in your chest. Overcome by emotion you let the tears fall, thankful that your face was already wet so it wouldn’t be so evident that you were crying.

---

The campfire that night took a little longer to light, probably because your hand shook like a leaf and you had trouble calming yourself down. You didn’t know why you were so nervous, until Jaehyun sat down beside you and your heart rate skyrocketed.

“Need some help?” he asked, sweeping his damp hair away from his face. You were aware that he was handsome, you weren’t blind, but you had never really looked at his face before, like really looked at it. He had eyes that could hold the depths of the universe but were still kind, a perfectly shaped nose, and cheeks that looked like soft bread that you wanted to squish. He was the weird, perfect blend of hot, sexy, cute, and goofy. To look like that, and then be sweet, humble, and thoughtful too, it had to be illegal.

“Uh, yeah, thanks,” you handed him the matches, and when your hands touched you felt a jolt of electricity run through your body, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight,” you laughed nervously, rubbing your hand where his hand had touched.

He lit the fire with ease, before he handed you back the matches and regarded you with concern. “Do you feel sick or anything?” He lifted up his arm and made to touch your forehead with the back of his hand but before he did, he asked you for permission. You nodded, and the warmth of his hand against your head did wonders to soothe you.

“You don’t feel hot, that’s good,” he determined.

“You don’t think I’m hot?” you couldn’t resist the joke, but he just smiled.

“Oh I know you’re hot,” he leaned close to you and whispered, because Johnny was walking into earshot. You choked on air.

“Tents are up, hot dogs are here, and no beer for Y/N tonight!” Johnny exclaimed as he plopped himself down and divvied out the hot dogs.

“I don’t want any beer tonight anyway,” you scoffed, as much as you wanted to defy his self-righteous ass you wanted your head to be clear.

“Good, because we only had two left!” Johnny laughed, passing the other beer to Jaehyun.

“You sure, Y/N? I’m sure one beer would be fine.” Jaehyun held out his beer to you.

“No really, I’m good,” you smiled at Jaehyun, “Thanks for offering though.” You gave Johnny a pointed look but he just scoffed.

“Ignore Jaehyun, he just wants to get you drunk so he can get into your pants.”

Both you and Jaehyun started coughing, before exchanging guilty looks. Johnny stared between the two of you.

“Is there something I should know?” he narrowed his eyes at both of you, “have you guys been screwing around behind my back? Please don’t tell me, I actually don’t want to know.” He took a swig of his beer and stuck his hot dog into the fire.

---

The three of you stayed up late into the night, talking about anything and everything, laughing till  your sides hurt at Johnny’s jokes and stories, and sometimes had quiet bouts where the crackling of the fire was all that was heard. It was during one of these quiet times that Johnny finally stood up.

“Well, that’s it for me. I have first shift tomorrow so I’m going to bed,” he mock-saluted you and Jaehyun, “Good night, losers.”

You watched him walking away, shaking your head, as Jaehyun laughed and wished him a good night.

“What about you, Y/N, you tired?” he asked.

“Not really,” you poked at the fire with your stick, the embers were dying and you tried to get them going again. You shivered at the lack of heat, and Jaehyun came over and draped a blanket around your shoulders.

“I guess I’ll go to bed,” he said, turning towards the tents.

“Actually, do you mind staying?” you didn’t look at him as you asked, but you were glad when you noticed him turn back and take his place beside you.

“I don’t mind,” he said, helping you restart the fire again. The two of you were quiet for some time before you finally spoke up.

“Can I ask you a question?” you started.

“You already did, but I’ll let you ask another one,” he replied cheekily. You nudged him playfully with your shoulder and he smiled. “Of course. What is it?”

“Do you think I would make a good girlfriend?” your question took him off guard, because he looked at you for a long time before answering.

“Do you think you would make a good girlfriend?” he countered.

“You’re not supposed to answer a question with a question,” you grumbled.

“Okay fine, since you’re asking my opinion, I’ll say yes.” He stated firmly.

“Why, though? I thought I was good enough, I thought we were happy, I thought he was happy, but it still didn’t work out. So was I really a good girlfriend then, in the end?”

“I can’t speak for him,” Jaehyun said quietly, “I can only speak for myself. And all I can say is that you may not have been good enough for him, but you are more than good enough for me, leagues more, galaxies more.” He made figure-eights with his stick in the sand so he wouldn’t have to look at you. “Theoretically speaking, of course.”

You couldn’t help it, you couldn’t believe you were that easy, but in your defense he had been breaking down your walls for the entire trip. You turned to him, took his face in your hands and looked deeply into his eyes. He started at the sudden contact, his eyes swimming with apprehension and wonderment.

“I want to kiss you,” you said resolutely, “is that okay?”

He broke into a wide grin and nodded, so you jumped off the proverbial cliff and pressed your lips to his. His lips felt exactly the way you thought they would feel, all those times you permitted yourself to wonder. He moved softly against you, his lips gentle, and except for your hands on his face you weren’t touching each other anywhere else. Yet it ignited something in you. You pulled away, knowing yourself and how you could get carried away. He was breathing heavily, his eyes closed, lips kiss-stung. He was so beautiful in that moment you wanted to cry.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” you asked, feeling like a middle-schooler asking out her crush. He still hadn’t opened his eyes but he smiled widely and nodded.

“Yes I do, I really, really do.”

Your heart soared at that moment, and he finally opened his eyes. He looked at you with so much admiration that you thought you would melt on the spot. He took your hands in his, bringing them down to your lap before he leaned in and kissed you again. He started out gentle again, but when you tentatively swiped your tongue into his mouth his movements became more urgent. He slipped his arms around your waist and your hands went up to clasp around his neck. He deepened the kiss, his tongue in your mouth heating up your body more than any campfire ever could. He moved to lay you on the blanket but you stopped him.

“Not here,” you breathed, and he looked at you questioningly. Standing up, you took his hand and led him towards your tent.

You went in first, lying down on top of the sleeping bag, and he followed you in, carefully lowering his body on top of yours. He propped himself up on his elbows, mindful of not resting his entire weight on you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his eyes roaming over your face, “I know it’s not the most comfortable place.”

You didn’t care at that point, you’d lie down with him in a canoe if this was how it felt. You just nodded, pulling him more towards you, wanting to feel more of him because you knew he was holding back.

“Careful,” he laughed, “I don’t want to squish you.”

“Squish me, I don’t care, you feel too good,” you answered, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. He nuzzled into your neck, the tip of his nose ghosting lightly on your skin.

“Mm, you smell so good,” he whispered, and soon his lips were on your neck. You shuddered as his lips painted a trail on your skin. When he swiped his tongue goosebumps erupted and you inhaled sharply. “Taste good, too.”

You involuntarily bucked your hips, and felt him hard against your core. He groaned at the contact, sucking harshly at the skin on the base of your neck. The sound of him groaning and the feeling of the mark he was probably leaving on you turned your brain to hazy mush. The only thing you knew was that you needed more.

“Take this off,” you ordered, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt. He reached back with one hand and pulled it off with one go, and you would never get over how sexy he looked doing it. You put your palms on his chest, wanting to feel the firm muscle there, moving down to his abs, down his stomach, past his belly button to the trail that led down. You gripped the waistband of his jeans and he groaned again. “These too.”

He leaned away from you to pull his jeans off, leaving him in only his boxers, his eyes never leaving you the entire time. You took that opportunity to flip him onto his back on the sleeping bag, thankful for the years of martial arts training that gave you the ability to do it. He yelped in surprise before breaking out into a wide grin.

“Shit, that was hot,” he admitted, and you straddled him, pulling your own shirt off in the process. You reached back to unclasp your bra, but he suddenly sat up and stopped you.

“Can I?” he asked, and you nodded. He started kissing your neck again, making you throw your head back at the feeling, while he reached behind you and unclasped your bra, throwing it to a corner of the tent. His hands moved over your bare breasts, cupping them in his hands. Your breathing picked up as he held them, chest heaving when he rubbed the pads of his thumbs over your nipples.

“Jaehyun,” you breathed, grabbing his shoulders to keep yourself steady. You wrapped your legs around his back, grinding your hips against him and he groaned loudly in your ear. He tugged at the waistband of your jeans.

“Your turn to take these off,” he growled, and you sat back, taking your jeans and panties off in one go. He took that opportunity to pull off his boxers, and even in the dim light you could see the tip of his cock glistening with precum. He looked at you with hooded eyes but didn’t make a move, as if to say you could still stop this if you wanted to. But you knew in that moment there was nothing else in the world you wanted but him. You straddled him again, your hands on his shoulders, kissing him deeply. When you pulled away you were both panting.

“I want you,” you said firmly, a different ache in your chest forming, “I want you, Jae.” He looked into your eyes with so much emotion you wanted to cry, so you just grabbed his face and kissed him again, this time rubbing your pussy against his cock. You were so wet you slid easily against his hardness, and he moaned into your mouth at the sensation. On the next pass you caught his tip against your opening, and pushed down.

You broke from the kiss to moan loudly as the tip of his cock parted you. You moved your hips slowly so you could feel every inch of him enter you, stretching you so deliciously you couldn’t stop the moans coming from your mouth. His hands were on your ass, gripping the flesh there, watching your face as you lowered yourself onto him.

“Oh Jae,” you moaned, the pleasure almost too much for you to handle. He filled you so well, you could feel the tip of his cock touching your sweet spot and you knew once you started moving it would make you crazy. You started a slow rhythm at first, his cock dragging in and out of you at a measured pace. But when he started moaning, his voice low and sexy, you lost yourself.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he groaned, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. You snapped your hips harder, grabbing his shoulders as you could feel the knot in the pit of your stomach forming. Your thighs were burning which made your hips stutter, so he grabbed a hold of your hips and decided to help out, pumping upwards into you. The combined force ramped up your pleasure, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh Jae!” you screamed, his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“Hey! Keep it down over there, some of us are trying to sleep!” Johnny suddenly yelled from the other tent. That made Jaehyun stop his movement completely, which made you want to kill Johnny.

“Put your airpods in and go back to sleep!” you yelled back. You heard him grumble before he was silent again, presumably asleep. You sighed in frustration, dropping your forehead onto Jaehyun’s shoulder. He laughed softly, kissing you on the side of the head.

“This isn’t over,” he whispered, holding you and flipping you onto your back. He was still hard inside you and he gave you a moment, staring at you with that look again, caressing your cheek with his hand, before he started to slam into you again.

You bit your lip to keep from screaming, wrapping your legs around him, your fingers digging into his back. It all felt so good, and along with your oncoming orgasm you felt something shifting in your chest. As he held you, his eyes on yours, it felt like your heart was being pulled from your body. A panic filled you, your eyes pooling with tears, pleasure still coursing through you at the same time, threatening to explode. You didn’t realize it but you were whimpering, from pleasure or heartache you couldn’t decipher.

He watched all of this play out on your face, before he kissed you softly. When he pulled away, he whispered low in your ear, “It’s okay, baby, let it go. I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You came with a cry then, not caring if Johnny heard you. It was the most intense orgasm you’d ever had in your life, and with it came a release of a different kind. The tears that had pooled in your eyes finally fell, your chest finally light again. Jaehyun cradled your face in his hands, kissing your tears away.

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A/N: I know it’s not a commonly held notion that Jaehyun is a sub in any way, but I just liked the idea of Y/N just throwing him for a loop and turning his world upside down like that (literally, lol). So anyway, just suspend your disbelief for that moment :)

[intheticklecloset]

Pizza Party (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

@kwaiibb I’m trying to @ you but I don’t think it’s working, since your name won’t pop up in the list as I type. Either way, this one’s for you! This is the fic I’d written and planned to have out last Monday, but something about it was really bugging me, so I decided to put it on hold. I ended up rewriting the whole thing, and I like this result much better! I’m very happy with it. Enjoy!

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Well, this was incredibly awkward.

On the outside Shinsou remained as stoic as ever, but on the inside he was panicking. How did I wind up in this situation? This guy hasn’t liked me since the day we met and now I’m alone with him in Kaminari’s bedroom? What do I even say here? Will he even want to talk to me at all?

“So, uh…” Ojiro finally broke the silence, shifting slightly. Both of them were seated on the floor, waiting for Kami to come back. “How are you adjusting to the hero course?”

“I’m doing all right.” Ask him something in return! “Do you and Kaminari often hang out on your own? I only ask because I never see your class in particular friend groups most of the time.” Not bad, Shinsou.

“We hang out a lot, yeah. Kaminari is kind of friends with everybody. He’s good at being a people person.” Ojiro gave him a tiny smile. “I mean, he even got you to hang out, didn’t he?”

Ouch. Shinsou nodded. “His persistence is contagious, I have to admit.” Silence settled between them again, more crushing than before. Shinsou sighed heavily. “Ojiro, I’m…I’m sorry.”

The blonde blinked at him. “Huh? For what?”

“I used you to my advantage during the sports festival, which made you feel unqualified to continue because you hadn’t earned the slot on your own. Then during my match against Midoriya I called you some unpleasant things. It was only to get him to respond to me, but I still get the feeling you’re upset with me for all of it.” Shinsou bowed his head. “I apologize.”

Ojiro was stunned. This is not what he’d expected when he agreed to hang out with Kaminari and his new friend this evening. “Wow. I mean…thank you, that’s pretty cool of you to say, man. Apology accepted.”

Relief washed over Shinsou. “Thank you.”

At that moment, Kaminari returned in a flurry of motion, kicking open his door while awkwardly balancing a pizza box, some soda cans, and a few plastic cups. “Hey, guys! The pizza party can officially begin!”

Shinsou – being closer to the door – jumped up to help him, taking the soda cans and cups. Together he and Kami cleared a space for their pizza and drinks on his desk. When Ojiro got up to join them, the end of his tail brushed against Kami’s side, and the electric teen jumped back.

“Dude! Watch where you aim that thing,” he teased, pushing the tail aside and poking Ojiro’s ribs in retaliation.

Ojiro grinned. “Wasn’t trying to tickle you. You just got too close.”

“I was here first! You know, that tail of yours could be a serious weapon in a tickle fight. Have you ever thought about that?”

“I’m thinking it now. Maybe it could hold its own against your tickle-shocks, huh, Denki?”

Neither of them seemed to notice that Shinsou had gone silent and was pink in the cheeks. “Um,” he said softly, “there are no plates. Or napkins. I can get some.” He turned to go, but Kami stopped him.

“No, man! You’re our guest! I’ll get them.” He hurried to the door. “Be right back!” And was gone. Again.

Ojiro finally noticed the change in Shinsou’s demeanor. “Hey, Shinsou. You okay?”

The purple-haired boy’s voice came out quieter than normal. “You guys really do have tickle fights a lot?”

The blonde shrugged. “Some of us more than others, but yeah, it’s normal around here. Does that make you uncomfortable?”

Crap. Crap, crap, crap. Shinsou could feel his blush darkening. “No. I don’t mind.”

“You sure? You seem uncomfortable to me.” Ojiro picked up a soda can. “None of us will tickle you until we’ve gotten to know you better, assuming you really are okay with it. If not, we won’t touch you. You just have to set your boundaries. Iida hates it, so we all respect that and leave him alone.”

“I don’t mind,” Shinsou repeated, reaching for a soda of his own. “Kaminari has already tickled me once.”

This time, the silence was different.

“Oh?” The teasing tone in Ojiro’s voice set Shinsou on edge. “I see.” When he glanced at him again, the blonde wore a smirk and there was a mischievous glint in his eye. “So when you say you don’t mind it, it’s like when Midoriya says he doesn’t mind it.”

Lost. Shinsou was completely lost. “W-What does that mean?”

“He told us from the beginning he didn’t mind being tickled, but it was pretty obvious right away that he actually liked it.” Ojiro tilted his head, still smirking. “Does that sound about right?”

Kaminari returned once again, plates in hand, and Shinsou could not be more relieved for a break in the odd tension that had begun to form between him and Ojiro. “Got the plates!”

“And the napkins?” Shinsou said without thinking, immediately regretting it.

“Aw, crap!”

“I can get them—”

“Nuh-uh! Stay!” Denki grinned at them and left once again.

Shinsou swore he was doing this on purpose somehow. When he looked at Ojiro this time, he saw the blonde setting his soda can down, still with that smirk on his face. In a blind panic, the boy from 1-C dropped his unopened can on the ground and dove for him, tackling him to the floor and grabbing onto the first ticklish spot he could find.

“Gah! Hehehehehehey!” Ojiro sputtered, grinning. “Oh, so you lihihihihike doing the tihihihickling? I gehehehet it.”

“N-No, it’s not…” Shinsou cursed himself for getting so flustered, but then decided to embrace the opportunity and straddle the blonde, letting his hands fly everywhere he could, making Ojiro finally lose that smirk and start giggling. “You know what? Yeah. I do like doing the tickling.” And taking it, but we can cross that bridge later. Way later. “Now you’re going to regret provoking me.”

“Provohohohohoking you?” Ojiro’s giggles rose in pitch when Shinsou focused on his stomach, so he stayed there for a bit. “I wahahahahahas only teheheheheheasing. Whahahahahat, can’t tahahake me pohohoking a little fuhuhuhun?”

“You were about to tickle me.” Shinsou started pressing harder, drifting to his sides now.

“Yohohohohou were practically ahahahahasking for it.”

“What?”

“Come ohohohon, you’re so obviohohohohous.” Ojiro looked up at him with that big, tickle-induced smile and teased, “I knohohohohohow that lohohohohook. You’re juhuhuhuhust like M-Midoriya.”

Shinsou had no idea why he kept being compared to that green-haired boy, but he felt a sudden urge to get a little rougher. He shoved his hands into Ojiro’s underarms and dug in deep, and finally the blonde lost his cocky attitude when he threw his head back and laughed.

“GAH!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“No, you know what? I don’t think I will.” Shinsou smirked, keeping it up, enjoying how Ojiro squirmed helplessly beneath him. “You’ve been teasing me far too much. I think you deserve some punishment for that.”

“YOU DESEHEHEHEHEHERVE IT!!”

“How, pray tell?”

“YOU OWE MEHEHEHEHEHE!!”

“For what?”

“FOR R-RUHUHUHINING MY CHAHAHAHANCES AT THE FEHEHEHEHESTIVAL!!”

Shinsou stopped suddenly, sitting back, frowning. “I said I’m sorry—”

In a flash, Ojiro used his tail to help propel him upwards, effectively knocking Shinsou onto his back so he could reverse their positions. Once the taller boy was straddled, the blonde pinned his wrists above his head and smirked. “That was far too easy. I can only assume that you do enjoy it, at least a little.” Ojiro started poking his sides and ribs. “Am I right?”

Shinsou squirmed, already giggling softly, his face a dark pink color. “I-I…w-wahahahait, Ojiro…!” Ojiro merely flashed him a smile and dug in a little harder. Shinsou jerked, giggles flowing out of him freely now. “Ah! Wahahahahahait, wait! Ojirohohohoho!”

He’d been hoping the blonde would continue teasing him, but the smug look on Ojiro’s face told him that wasn’t going to happen. He thinks I’ll brainwash him if he responds to me now, Shinsou thought, the idea sobering him even as he giggled helplessly. It’s just like with everything else. Everyone’s afraid I’ll use my quirk on them outside of combat.

“Plehehehehease, Ojiro,” Shinsou sputtered, shoving his embarrassment aside for the sake of showing his old rival he wasn’t a threat in this situation. “Dohohohohohon’t just stahahahahay quiet lihihike thahahahahahat. It r-reheheheheally sucks!”

Ojiro quirked a brow, showing he was listening but still not speaking, not giving in to what he thought was another trap.

“I wohohohohon’t brahahahahainwash you, I swehehehehear!” Shinsou hated that he couldn’t even cover his face to hide his blush, since his wrists were still pinned above him. “I swehehehehear, just plehehehehease dohohohohon’t tihihihihickle me without sahahahahahaying anything!”

“If you’re lying…” Ojiro hedged.

“I’m nohohohohohot!” Shinsou’s giggles grew a little lighter, encouraged that he was at least being given a chance. “Plehehehehehease!”

Finally, the blonde broke out into another smirk. “Well, now. So not only do you like being tickled, you like being teased, too, huh?” Shinsou wanted to groan, but it came out as more of a giggly whine. “You do? Well, then, allow me!” Ojiro poked and prodded all along his torso, searching for a stronger reaction. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Let’s see if you have a good spot~”

This time Shinsou knew what he meant, and the sound that escaped him was the clearest excited whimper he’d ever allowed past his lips. He squirmed and giggled under Ojiro’s experimental touches, moving around a little more the closer he got to said “spot.” When the blonde finally reached it, however, he jolted and let out a pleading, “No!”

“Oh? Here?” Ojiro latched onto the cry and started squeezing now, making Shinsou begin to really struggle, laughter bubbling in the back of his throat. Ojiro grabbed onto both hips and dug in. “Oh, yes. I think here is a great spot!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Shinsou couldn’t hold back the explosion of laughter that left him as his hands flew down instinctively to push at his attacker. He writhed and kicked, but his smile couldn’t be more genuine. “NOHOHOHOHOHO, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”

“Aw, what’s the matter? Can’t take it here?” Ojiro chuckled, switching to kneading. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Whoa!” Shinsou bucked his hips, nearly making the blonde lose his balance. “This really is a good spot! Ha! Consider this revenge for using me in the sports festival!”

“I’M SORRYEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!” Shinsou shrieked, growing increasingly flustered from all the teasing and the focus on his hips. He couldn’t control his reactions at all, and the loud laughter and thrashing he was doing made him feel a little self-conscious despite how much fun it all was. “AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

Ojiro kept up his ticklish assault for another couple of minutes, grinning at the mess he’d made of Class 1-C’s quiet loner. This really did feel satisfying, even if his jab about revenge had been made purely in jest. After a solid two minutes of relentlessly tickling that spot and forcing a few more hysterical pleas from his old rival, Ojiro let up his attack.

Shinsou rolled onto his side, still giggling, his smile plastered to his face. Ojiro laughed. “Have fun?”

“Y-Yeah,” Shinsou admitted, covering his face in embarrassment. “You must think I’m ridiculous, though.”

Ojiro lunged for him again, poking along his sides and stomach. “I do not. Plenty of my friends like being tickled. You’re no different from them. Take it back. Take it back. Take it—”

“Okay, okahahahahay, I tahahahahake it back!” Shinsou squealed, pushing him away. He shakily sat up, blushing. “Well…Kaminari did say I’d fit right in, I suppose. This isn’t how I was expecting this evening to go, but…I could get used to it.”

Ojiro grinned, then suddenly realized, “Hey, where is Kaminari? He should have been back with those napkins by now.”

Just then the door opened, and Kami walked in with a handful of paper towels from the downstairs kitchen, grinning from ear to ear. “Did you guys work everything out? Are you friends now?”

They both stared at him.

Shinsou spoke first. “Y-You were just…standing outside that whole time?”

“Well, I didn’t want to interrupt, so yeah.” Kami winked at him. “Sounds like you had a good time, though.”

Ojiro groaned. “You are such a dork, Denki.”

“Maybe,” Denki replied, still with that megawatt grin in place. “But I’m a dork with napkins for our pizza party! And I bet you’re both even hungrier now that you’ve had some exercise.” He laughed in response to the withering stares he got for his comment. “I thought so. Let’s eat!”

[jordanstrophe]

Be a Good Guest, part 8

CW: Whump, failed escape attempt (again...) kidnapping, electrocution, choking *inhales* intimate, possessive, creepy, protective, parental whumper, slapping, blindfold, restraining, shackles mentioned, manhandling, angst, so much angst with a seasoning of despair. No happy ending for this chapter at least :c

Masterlist

Walter was happy today, dancing and humming as he moved about the house with the radio playing a cheerful song. Gabriel didn’t even have the chain shackled to his leg today, he did still have the tracker in his neck of course, but if he pretended that it wasn't there, it almost felt like a normal ordinary morning.

“Good morning, little one!” He smiled. “Gmorning..” Gabriel gorged. He stood with his arms crossed while swaying on his feet, his eyes half open. He was hardly sleeping, the bed still felt foreign to him as he would just stare blankly at the ceiling. 

He was homesick. As lonely as his crammed apartment was back at home, he would rather be lonely, then here. He felt two arms slither around his waist from behind as he gasped with chills running up his spine. 

“Please don’t touch me!” He barked, jumping from his grasp and pinning himself against the wall.

“It was just a hug” He giggled, extending his arms out. Gabriel shook his head no as he refused to budge from his corner. Walter sighed as his arms fell crossed. “Are you still scared of me?” He asked.

He didn’t respond, his eyes just darted around the room to everywhere but his burning gaze. “Come now, Gabriel, It’s been a week. I’m doing everything I can to keep you happy, can’t you give it a little effort?” He asked, his voice growing impatient. “I just...I don’t want to stay here, please...” He begged. 

Walter’s face fell with sheer disappointment. He sighed as he slumped onto the piano bench, tapping his nail against the wood as an invitation for him to sit. Gabriel silently shook his head no once more, cringing and squeezing his eyes shut when he heard him abruptly stand up. He knew he was testing the waters a bit, but maybe he could pity himself out of this. He wouldn’t hurt him for something this mild, right?

*Slap*

His cheek burned as his whole body hit the fridge door. His lip that had just healed from the car crash splitting once again as blood smeared across the fridge. Gabriel took a shuttered breath as his hand gripped the door handle with his other hand on his red cheek. 

“Wh-what is wrong with you!?” Gabriel shrieked. “Are you crazy!?”

He regretted his words instantly as a hand wrapped around his throat, pinning him against the fridge as he fell silent. Walter rested his other arm over his head against the fridge as if he wasn’t already presenting enough dominance. He wasn’t squeezing his throat very tight at least, it was just enough to scare the daylight from him.

“I’m getting real tired of your constant disrespect, young man. You live under my roof, the least you can do is show an ounce of thankfulness for everything I do for you.” He hissed in his ear. Gabriel whined against his hand around his neck as he pressed his back against the fridge. The hand retracted as Walter’s fingers moved to wrap around his chin, tilting his head up until their eyes met.

“Tell me you’ll behave.” He raised an eyebrow.

“I-I’ll behave...” He whispered.

“Little louder.”

Gabriel’s eyes darted down, he was just doing this to be purely dominant now.

“Gabriel if you disobey me one more time I’m taking you to the basement.”

“I’ll behave!” He yelped.

“Good boy.” He smiled, his hand moving from his chin to lovingly caress his face as he slightly flinched. “Go sit down now, breakfast is almost done!” He smiled.

It was disgusting how he could change his mood in a flash. Gabriel’s legs felt numb as he struggled to walk to the table, slinking on the seat. He kept his wide eyes forward, too scared to move or even breathe too hard in fear of attracting anymore unwanted attention.

There was a clattering sound with a splash of water as Walter dropped a full cup of hot tea. “Drat!” He yelled, hissing and cursing under his breath as steam fumed off his soaking clothes. He grabbed his boiling wet robe and tossed it over the chair to get it off, before marching off to his room for a change of clothes. 

Gabriel sat wide eyes staring at the robe pocket opened just enough he could see the cluster of keys poking out.

Gabriel didn’t even think twice about the consequences as he reached into the pocket, grabbed the keys and bolted. They were much heavier than he expected, with about two dozen medieval looking keys hooked on a loop. His hands trembled as he fumbled with it, trying each one in the keyhole to the main door. The window, unfortunately, was out of the question, Walter made sure of that with metal bars after his pitiful first escape attempt.

He could hear Walter in the other room opening and slamming drawers, there wasn’t much time left. He was about halfway through and none of them had worked yet- 

*click*

One had finally fit as he bolted out the door. He still had a tracker in his neck, but all he had to do was outrun him, right? He felt his pulse beat through his body, his head pounding as he sprinted up the hill. He had been here before, but this time he was free of the chain dragging him down, the thing that screwed him over the first time. Finally, he made it to the road. He stood there, looking left, then right.

No cars… No one ever came here. He ran down the road, there wasn’t a soul in sight. He slowed to a stop as his lungs started burning, his hands on his knees as he gasped for air. He stopped when he thought he heard something… Chattering? Laughing? No, that was too good to be true. He took a deep breath and held it, trying to listen as he straightened up, spinning around trying to figure out where it could have come from. 

There it was again, a laugh. It was coming from the other side of the road near a trail. There must have been hikers! He bolted in the direction, following the cheery voices of what sounded like a small group of people having a laugh. He could see movement through the branches as his chest leapt with relief…

Finally, finally! He made it! There were people right there, just a few yards away!  “Heey!” He hollered, staggering through the woods. “PLEASE HELP ME!” He cried. He did it… He had made it out. 

His cries for help were interrupted by his own screams as a shock spiked through his body. What felt like thousands of needles stabbed through his neck forced him to plummet to the ground. After a couple of seconds, it stopped as he found himself lying in the dirt on his back, his hand held to his neck as he heaved for air. He scampered to his feet, before he could take a step, the full weight of someone tackled him from behind, pinning him to the ground on his chest with a hand tightly woven around his lips. 

His screams and crying were muffled as he fought back, digging his knees into the dirt trying to push the man off, who kept his arms and head pinned to the ground. He could hear the voices commenting the strange noise they heard in the woods, but brushing it off as some animal romping around. 

“But it sounded like a voice.”

“It’s just your imagination, or just another hiker, who cares?”

Tears swelled in his eyes as he was forced to watch the group walk by. He stayed pinned to the ground for several more minutes until they were long gone, the forest grew silent with their passing. The weight pressing against his back quickly became agonizing as his distressed noises were muffled. 

His hand retreated as he instantly shouted for help, electricity pulsed through his body again. His back arched off the ground in the man’s arms as he was held. “Gabriel, stop this right this instant!” Walter hissing in his ear after lifting off the trigger.

Gabriel went slack in his arms, his body still quivering. Walter got off him as he continued to lie still in the ground between his feet obediently. 

“Get up.” He ordered.

Gabriel blinked his eyes open, his tears mixing with the dirt on his face as he looked up with a pitiful expression. Walter only stared him down as he finally sighed in submission, slowly crawling to his feet. 

“Walk. Let's go.” He ordered. “You’re going to behave, and walk all the way home. Do you understand?” He growled. Gabriel flinched into a nod as he wobbled on his feet. Walter pointed to the direction of the cabin as Gabriel held his arms tightly to his chest as he shakily cowered past him. 

He was forced to walk in front, as Walter loomed behind him making sure he stayed in check. He lost his footing at one point and fell to the ground, only to be roughly grabbed and ripped to his feet. 

The cheerful music was still playing when he was shoved into the cabin. His hair was roughly grabbed as Walter dragged him along, ripping the basement door open. 

“W-wait..” He rasped. 

He was ignored as he was thrown onto an old wooden chair. Cuffs and shackles already built into it clamped over his wrists, ankles and neck tightly. He could still hear the happy music playing on upstairs.

“Wait! P-please!” Gabriel begged, tears dripping down his face as a blindfold was secured over his eyes. “Please don’t! You don’t have to do this!” He sobbed. He felt a hand rest in his hair, gently petting him. 

“Yes I do, little dove. Because you made me. This is for your own good.” He planted a kiss in his hair. “Since you want to be cut loose like a wild animal so badly, you can stay here, where it’s safe until you learn what’s good for you. That I’m good for you.” 

Gabriel heard his footsteps stomping up the stairs as the basement door slammed, muffling the joyful music playing like some sick fever dream.

“PLEASE! Don’t leave me here, I’m begging you!” He sobbed, his voice cracking. 

His cries were ignored as the house fell silent. He only saw darkness, as all he could do was listen to his panicked breath.

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Keeping Secrets - One Shot

Word Count: 2,559

Description: (Y/N) and Hotch have been keeping their relationship under tight wraps, not wanting the team to be involved in their personal business. But too many glances and oddly timed touches make the truth come out before they can say anything.

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT (18+ ONLY), oral female and male receiving, unprotected sex, mild choking, insemination, foul language

A/N: I'll be back to updating the current stories next week. Thankfully, I'm feeling much better 😊

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It had been a long week in Seattle working on a case and all of us were exhausted. We had about six hours until we were back home and resting in our beds… or engaging in other types of physical activities. Currently, Aaron and I were doing paperwork sat across a sleeping JJ and Emily; listening to a game of chess happening behind them between Reid and Rossi, and the soft snores of the laid-out Derek.

"So, are you coming over when we land?" Hotch whispered as he pretended to be showing me something he had written down, a beige folder shielding our faces from view.

"I don't know. We can also go to my place," I smirked. “If you want.”

"You know I always do," he smiled. Our hands started inching towards each other between the papers sprawled out on the table in front of us.

"Ugh, how much longer!" Emily yawned, her arms shooting up in a stretch. Aaron and I got startled, and settled back into our chair, the touch of Aaron's fingers rapidly becoming ghostly. It's not that we didn't trust our team but we wanted to remain a secret for as long as we could. We weren't sure if the groggy agent in front of us had seen anything, so we stayed at an arms-length until we were back in the bullpen.

"Heading out, (Y/N)?" Morgan asked as he slung his bag over his shoulder.

"I still have some paperwork to finish up. I think I'm gonna stay late to finish up," I said. Once Reid, the last member in the office, left, I headed straight to Hotch's office.

I softly knocked on the door and waited for approval to enter the closed room. Many a late-night had we spent inside these four walls, involved in activities not safe for watching in the workspace. Hotch's head was lowered and buried in a pile of papers. I cleared my throat and his head shot up, a sinful grin dancing on his lips.

"Finished all the paperwork for the case," I smiled. “Just need your signature.”

"Good. Lock the door," he commanded. As I locked the door and closed the blinds, he started clearing the desk. "Now, come here."

I quickly abided by his instruction, standing between his legs, looking up as he towered over me. "What do you want me to do, sir?"

"Someone's excited right now,'' he teased. “Couldn’t wait until we got home?”

I shook my head and we laughed as he lowered his head and crashed his lips onto mine. It was rough and hungry at first, quickly shifting into slow and passionate before we came up for air. We stared at each other's eyes before ravishing once more in an intense kiss. His lips started to travel down to my neck, lingering for the right amount of time in certain spots.

"Be careful not to leave exposed marks,'' I giggled. "Don't want people asking questions, right?"

"It looks like you might have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow," he mumbled, his lips only hovering over my skin to let the words out.

"Agent Hotchner, I'm not playing."

"I am," he said hungrily. Ever since our relationship had started, my wardrobe had changed a bit, too many turtlenecks. Aaron enjoyed leaving exposed marks on my skin, loving the thrill of possibly exposing our relationship.

His hands started working the buttons of my shirt as his mouth kept ravishing my exposed skin. My hands joined his in action and started unbuttoning his shirt, running them over his chest to remove the cloth denying our bodies to get closer. Both our shirts got piled in a corner, the rest of our clothes joining soon after.

"You are absolutely stunning, (Y/N)."

"You're not so bad yourself, sir."

"Now enough playing around. On the desk,'' he commanded in the authoritarian tone that always made my knees week and puddle to form in my downstairs. "Look how wet you are, kitten. Have you been waiting long?"

"Ever since we got into that airplane I've been imagining what you would do when we hit ground." He grinned devilishly as he lowered himself and peeled my legs at an agonizingly slow pace. His fingers tickled my skin leaving indents in my thighs’ flesh. “Aaron, please.”

“Tell me what you want, darling, and I’ll do it.”

“Make me scream,” I whispered.

He grinned once more at me and dove to devour the aching mound before him. His mouth encircled it and his tongue teased my clit, the feeling reverberating through my whole body. My body squirmed and my hands flew to his hair, tugging every time electricity coursed through my body. My right hand was free and landed on my right breast, massaging the flesh to add to the ecstasy of the moment. The moans that erupted from my throat only worked to enliven his movements.

Soon enough, Hotchner’s tongue was aided by two of his fingers, plunging into me without mercy. A scream left my mouth, letting Aaron know the gleeful energy that was coursing through me. He chuckled against me, the vibrations rushing through the already swollen clit. His fingers plunged in and out at a punishing pace, and I could feel myself already clenching around him.

“Already, ready to cum, darling? Were you really that aroused?” I nodded. The only sounds that were leaving my mouth were moans and whines of pleasure. “I need you to answer me, (Y/N), or I’ll stop right now.”

“Mm... S-Sir... I was, mm, fucking on fire,” I breathed out. The answer was what he needed to send me over the edge. “FUCK!”

My chest heaved up and down as I stabilized it, feeling Aaron’s tongue press flag against my entrance, cleaning the area of all the juices that had sprouted. “You always taste so good, (Y/N).”

He stood up and towered over me, crashing his lips onto mine. I could taste myself on him as our tongues wrestled for dominance. Aaron’s hands gripped my waist and pulled me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together as I wrapped my arms around his neck, making sure no space was left between us. I could feel his erection twitch pressed against me, it was obvious that he was painfully hard at the moment.

As we broke apart from the kiss, I pushed him back onto his office chair. It was my turn to return the favor. My hand traveled down his body and landed on his knees, spreading them apart to allow me to get closer. He hissed when I squeezed the base of his length. At this point, any sort of stimuli would send him over the edge.

I teased the tip by circling my tongue around it and chuckled as he gripped the armchairs whilst letting out guttural moans. “Don’t tease, (Y/N).”

“But where’s the fun in that?”

The real amusement started when I took him halfway into my mouth, humming laughs of pleasure to boost the feeling. I knew I was doing good when he grabbed a hold of my hair and pushed me further down his shaft, stopping at the back of my throat. He allowed me to come up for air as I started gagging, webs of drool being left behind as I wiped the inevitable pooling that had formed around my eyes.

Seconds later, I was switching from bobbing up and down his length, furthering his reach of a climax, to sucking on his crown jewels. An action that had them contracting as he got closer and closer to ecstasy. His nails were now digging into the faux leather fabric of his chair, culmination in sight. As I took his cock out of my mouth, my hands softly stroked the flesh.

"Mm, mm, sir. You don't get to cum just yet," I whispered in his ears. "I want it all inside me."

In a swift motion, his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me up to tangle my legs around his. As we kissed, he transferred our bodies to the couch that resided in his office. My back made contact with the fabric as Aaron broke the kiss, aligning himself between my open legs. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it didn’t matter at the moment. It would take far too long to wait until we got to either of our homes.

He stroked the head of his length from my clit to my entrance, teasing and wetting it before he entered. The stimulation had me clawing at his back, needing to feel even more connected to him than I already was.

“You’re such a tease, Aaron.”

“So, you can dish it, but you can’t take it?” He laughed. “Alright, because you did so good a while back, I’ll reward you.”

“Good,” I smiled.

He bent down to lay one more kiss on my lips before plunging deep into me. My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him inside me. There was no doubt that he was physically endowed, and my body always needed time to adjust to his size. But this time he didn’t wait, and he thrust at a punishing pace into my clenched orifice. We both wanted to feel each other as close as humanly possible, to become one in the best way we knew how.

Our bodies were sweaty, and our breath was staggered, moving at the same pace as Aaron’s thrusts. His back was marked by my fingernails and my neck was marked by his mouth. He pushed in and out of me at a rapid rhythm, hitting the right spot every time. My already wet insides were already pooling once again.

“Aaron, I’m s-so close,” I breathed out. “Don’t s-stop.”

“I wasn’t planning on it, darling.”

This lit a fire in Aaron, and he started thrusting harder than I thought possible. His free hand landed on my neck, his thumb in my mouth, the pressure only arousing us further. The whimpers and the moans that escaped my mouth mixed with the groans that Aaron was making, a blend of animalistic sounds that would alarm anyone. I felt myself clenching more and added my hand to the mixture to massage my clit, adding more pleasure to the climax that was arising.

“I don’t want you to hold back, okay?” I nodded. “I want to hear you scream.”

And scream I did. As he plunged deeper and harder, I reached the peak I was searching for, yelling out his name as I exploded around him. The tightness from my own body helping him reach his own climax, where he pushed into me his release. My body arched I felt him emptying himself inside me, his head falling onto the crook of my neck, both almost out of breath, an electric current coursing through our veins. As he exited me, his length was replaced with his fingers, pushing his seed back into me. Not a single drop to be wasted.

We relished in the aftermath, laying together on the couch. He was propped on his elbow, staring down at my face in the dimmed light of his office.

“You know this would have been a lot better if we were in my big bed,” he chuckled.

“You’re the one that came in here all hot and bothered. Couldn’t wait a couple of minutes until I finished some files.” His hand stroked my cheek, inspecting every part of my face. “But neither of us would have made it home. Too much pent-up energy in us.”

“That wouldn’t happen if we just used the no other rooms left and you stopped pairing me up with Spencer for rooming.”

“I thought it would be less inconspicuous.”

“We used to sleep together before we, you know, slept together.”

“Good thing I make the placements then. A quick switch around never hurt anybody.” He bent down and placed a kiss on my lips, a smile playing on both our mouths.

“I could always go for a round two, you know.”

Bait laid.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

Prey caught.

We started scavenging for our clothes, putting them on knowing full well that the second we got to my apartment they would be ripped off once again. He packed his briefcase and we headed out of his office, giggling like high school kids.

“Where you two going in such a rush?” A voice stopped us dead in our tracks, draining all the blood from our faces. Pale and shaky we turned around to be met with Emily’s smirking face.

“We’re going home for the night,” Aaron regained his composure. “We were finishing up some paperwork.”

“Okay, let’s say I believe you and let you go on your merry way,” she bargained. “How would you explain the tussled hair, the purple marks? Oh, and (Y/N), you missed a button.”

I looked down and noticed the missed button; I looked up and noticed Aaron’s hair; I touched my neck and felt the tender areas. There was no explaining that.

“So, how long has this been going on? My guess, month and a half to two months?”

“It’s been two months,” I said looking down. The blood that had rushed back depositing itself on my cheeks.

“Alright, pay up, guys.”

From the briefing room came Derek, Spencer, JJ, David, and Penelope, all laughing at their unit chief and teammate. JJ and Spencer went to Emily’s side, and each received a 20-dollar bill from the rest of the team. Not only had we been found out, but the team had known about it long enough to place bets.

“How long have you guys known?” Aaron spoke up, a sigh leaving his lips.

“We started noticing certain behaviors roughly two weeks ago,” Dave answered.

“You guys hid it very well for the first month, we’ll give you that,” JJ interjected. “But you got sloppy.”

“In what way? We always watched our moves in front of you guys.”

“Well, hand placements staying longer than needed; playful stares; overnight workdays; the turtlenecks; not to mention you guys holding hands on the plane whenever you think we aren’t looking,” Spencer mused. “But you could have told us.”

“You know we would have kept your secret,” Derek added.

“And we know that but it’s a bit more complicated than that.”

“Us being in a relationship is a potential liability to the team. If Strauss found out one or both of us could lose our jobs or be transferred,” Aaron explained. “We didn’t want you guys to have to compromise yourselves with our secret.”

“Oh my gosh! You both know we would never let that happen,” Penelope chimed. “It’s better that we know. Now, we can look out for the both of you.”

“Thanks, guys. We really appreciate it,” I smiled.

The team congratulated us with hugs and excitement, this time before leaving for real. Aaron and I caught a separate elevator, laughing at what had happened. We both knew our relationship wouldn’t have stayed a secret for too long before they found out, but we truly believed we had been doing a better job at hiding it.

“Are you still coming over?” I smiled up at Aaron, being engulfed by his arms. His chin resting on my head.

“It pains me that you have to ask,” he laughed.

It was going to be a long night.

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