#just fucking enjoy your favorites without being jerks to others its free and not hard to fucking do

[kingtycoon13]

somehow it's always the BG3 fandom that fucking fails the challenge that you can prefer to romance one character over the others without having to shit on other people's favorites

[angelamajiki]

PARINGS: Pro Hero! Dabi x Sister! Reader

TW: yandere, incest, no con, voyeurism, choking, burning, unprotected/no prep sex, breeding/creampies, snowballing, public sex, degradation, lots of dirty talk

AN: WHEEWW my first fic in a while, so excited for my first join intro collab!! thank you to the lovely jo for writing it <33 enjoy

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Breaking news: We have yet another report to add to the slew of attacks this month, this comes just days after we broadcast rumours of villains running rampant over the city. This spate of attacks has put the entire metropolitan area at a standstill, road closures and damaged property making it difficult for commuters to get to work in the morning. Road maintenance endeavour to do its best to keep the city running, but it seems futile when these attacks continue to increase. The entire city was brought to a standstill by the mysterious villain who has still not been named, but reports show they are nothing like we have ever experienced before.

Where are the heroes now? Who will save us from the terror overwhelming our city?

Every day the crime toll continues to rise and we have no one here to protect us. The Hero Public Safety Commission assured us earlier in the week that the crime rate would go down, that the top Heroes are out there protecting our city, but if so, where are they? Is it really safe to go out anymore, who can we trust? Would you put your life in the hands of a Hero today? When they have proved our streets are no longer safe. We still have no information on what is going on, or who is involved but we must remain observant. We will continue to report the latest news as we receive it, but for now, we must implore you to heed the warnings of the city-wide curfew that is soon to be implemented. If anyone has any information on these occurrences in the city please send them to us or contact the police, you can remain anonymous. The safety of our citizens is what is most important, stay vigilant and don’t go out unless it is absolutely necessary.

Christ, what a load of bullshit the news was nowadays. Constantly whining and squealing about what heroes did and didn’t do, promoting fear-mongering like it was the hottest trend. Between your father and two older brothers dedicating their life to the cause of justice, the world always felt just a little safer to you, the naive little thing that you were. And tonight was no exception.

Despite the rapidly increasing crime rates, your judgment to grab a couple of drinks in the city with your friends was hardly swayed. The stress of it all was getting to you and you’d love nothing more to drink your heart out at one of the few spots still left open. It was a sleazy place, but it was fun. If anything, you found a bar in the area where your eldest brother was currently stationed patrolling.

Touya had always been protective of you ever since the two of you were children, and he carried that same possessiveness well into your adulthood. Always chasing off any potential suitors, keeping you out of trouble, and generally being a menace to anyone who thought they were good enough to be around his favorite little sister.

By the end of the night, stumbling around drunkenly was the only thing keeping you upright as you made your way out of the club and onto the street, looking for a taxi to get you home. Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, a mess of blue and red lighting up the darkened streets.

“Hey sweetheart. Need a hand?”

Grubby hands met your arms the same time the cool air of the night did, tugging and pulling at you to come closer, wherever that may be. Jaunts and laughter echoed off the buildings, only adding to the haziness the alcohol induced. “What’s a pretty little thing like yourself doing out here all on your lonesome?”

Weak attempts to push the group of assaulters off you were in vain as they groped and squeezed your body at their pleasure. “Come on, we’re just trying to keep ya company. Right, boys?”

“Stop..”

Your whine came across much more pathetic than you could have ever hoped, only earning more chuckles from the men. “Just relax, sweetheart. We’ll take good care of you.”

Blue flames danced around the group of you, closing the lot of you against the building wall in a small circle of fire.

“Will you now? Last I checked, I'm the only man suited for that.” Touya was less than amused to have found out from Fuyumi that you traveled into the city given its state, even more so when he saw how drunk and disorderly you were being.

“T-Touya-nii!”

The men untangled themselves from you with ease, tossing you into the arms of your expectant brother, who was more than glad to pull you into a tight embrace. “Shit! It's the number three, Heatstroke!”

The comforting warmth of his body and scent of his cologne settled your frantic nerves, tucking yourself closer into his arms. “Honestly, it’s like you're asking for it at this point.”

Your heart sank low in your chest, but you couldn't find the strength to move away from him as he scowled down at you.

“Look at what you're wearing, you little tease. Bet you would have loved to have them violate you, huh slut?”

Never has Touya been so venomous with you before; it made your heart hurt, even more, to see your beloved nii-san be so cruel.

“Don’t you worry, that’s why your big brother is here to show you who you really belong to.”

Shoved against the wall, he pinned your trembling form with his right knee in between your legs and his hands wandering over your skimpy dress.

“You boys can stick around to watch; let a real man show you how it's done.”

Flames singed at your dress, burning it to ashes to expose you in the cool wind of the night. Hot fingers pressed into your skin, littering marks in their wake before they wrapped around your throat. “You were just begging for nii-san to come to save your slutty ass, huh, princess? I know you checked my patrol schedule before ending up at this dive.”

His hand tightened around your neck, his lips at your ear. “Wanted nii-san to come put you in your place, yeah? After fuckin’ teasing me all these years, you finally cracked me. Are you proud of yourself, little girl?”

A whine slipped from your constricted throat, your smaller hand gripping at the large one squeezing you with everything it had. “And now you've got an audience to witness my ownership over you. You're mine, little girl.”

Finally releasing your throat, his hands traveled down to your chest and groped at your roughly, pinching and pulling at your soft, sensitive nipples. Bile was rising in your throat as you drowned in your own fear, feeling him drag you into the depths of depravity.

“What’s the matter, imouto? I thought you said I was your favorite. You're hurting my feelings, y’know.”

“Touya, please-”

A scoff slapped you hard in the face as his knee jerked up against your cunt. “Don’t start with me. I know who you really are and what you really want, even better than yourself.”

His words stabbed at your heart, and his wandering hands only seemed to pour salt over the wounds. “You’re nothing more than my whore, little sister.”

Hips ground against your backside in a slow, teasing manner, groans pushing past his lips as he did so. “You have no one to blame but yourself.”

His erection was pressed flush against you, straining in his pants before he unzipped himself. At this point, you were more than sobered up running on fear and adrenaline alone. Your panties were ripped clean off with his free hand while the other stroked his hardening cock. “Look at me.”

The tip was aligned with your hole, rubbing slightly to gather the minimal wetness between your lips. “I said look at me.”

Teary eyes peaked up at him through wet lashes, silently pleading with a man who was not known for mercy.

“Good fuckin’ girl, so obedient for your big brother.”

With one snap of his hips, Touya fully sheathed himself inside of your tight cunt, groaning at the way you squealed for him. “Aw, you like that, huh, princess. Feeling good?”

A warbled moan was the only response you could give him as he slowly began to pull out. The alcohol had you buzzing enough to block out the pain of the stretch, and damn did you feel filled to the brim.

“Can’t wait to breed this greedy little cunt of yours.”

His pace was slow, agonizingly so. Touya couldn't help but savor every second of the first time having been inside you, especially after dreaming about it for so long. God, if it didn't turn him on to have an audience, knowing that these men knew he was fucking his sister.

What would the media think? God, the news cycle would be ripped to shreds tomorrow over this breaking story. But hey, no PR is bad PR.

The thought of finally having staked his claim in you almost had him coming prematurely, but he had to hold out for your very first time together, and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

Heh, your crying face was so cute. Those tears weren't shy by any means and neither were your sobs. It's alright, you’ll learn to love being Touya’s cocksleeve.

“Say you love me.”

An impossible request when you're being violated by the person you held dearest to your heart.

His pace had picked up brutally, slamming into you without care for his flames spreading wildly nor the group of assaulters who seemed to vanish once they had the opening to.

“I-I love you, nii-san! I love you!”

Your cries were shrill and whiny, echoing into the chaotic night. The grip on your hips was heating up, so much so that his handprints were burned into your love handles.

“Good girl, good little slut.”

His breathing was erratic, hot against your neck as he growled and grunted into your ear. “Gonna let nii-san breed this pretty little pussy? Yes, you are. I know you are because you're fuckin’ mine, bitch.”

Moaning out your name, Touya came deep inside your womb, thick ropes of his cum painting your insides. You were soon to follow thanks to his thumb against your clit, causing you to writhe and whine in his arms.

Utterly spent, you rested against the brick wall you were pinned to, feeling the cum drip out of your still filled hole.

“Let’s get you home and into my bed, princess. I gotta go have a chat with Dad and Shouto, let ‘em know you’re fully off limits now.”

— tagging: @libiraki @bonesoftheimpala @tomurasprincess @sightoru

[miyuhpapayuh]

Where You Belong.

It'd been two weeks since their breakup— if you can even classify it, as one.

Their relationship wasn't always rocky. Y'lan did everything to make sure that she was happy and taken care of and she did the same for him, but Cici began to feel neglected as time went on.

His job started to become his main focus and petty arguments became an everyday occurrence, until she got tired and moved out of his apartment, and into one of her own.

As of late, she's been enjoying being single, cumming and going as she pleases.

"So... when do I get the pleasure of seeing you, again?" Standing at the bottom of the steps, Cici and her new favorite man candy stand centimeters away from each other's lips, underneath the orange hued sun.

"Hm, you might be luckier than you think." The smitten man peers down at her, placing wet kisses on her lips.

"Mm., yo pretty ass better call me."

"Maybe I will....," she steps away from him and towards the door, her hand placed on the handle. "Maybe I won't."

"It's like that?" He asks with a raised brow.

"Always. Goodnight.," she sing-songs, unlocking the door and disappearing behind it.

Kicking her furry slides off, she sighs as the fluffy rug aides to her aching feet. Her phone starts ringing as she makes her way down the hall.

"Hello?," she answers, not even caring to look at the caller ID.

"So, you movin' on and ain't think to tell me?," Y'lan's irritated voice sounds through, causing her to roll her eyes.

"We gotta do this, tonight? I just had a great day and you're ruining it."

"Well, excuse me for being a fucking inconvenience.—"

"Yes., excuse you. You know, you got a lot of fucking nerve, calling me just to fuss at me about some shit that don't even fucking concern you.—"

"Since when does this not concern me?”

"Since your job became your whole fucking like, Y'lan!, are you kidding me?!" The huff that sounds on his end, further pisses her off.

"You just stopped caring. You were always working and always tired and I tried my hardest to be present, while you just sat there. You weren't the man that I feel in love with, anymore."

"Cici, I've been trying to apologize for the longest time, now. I know I wasn't there, like I should've been."

"Well, it's too late for that."

"Why?"

"Cause, I've been doin' this song and dance with you for too fucking long!," she leans against the wall by her bedroom. "I'm sure you out there fucking 'who knows what', so stop worrying about what I'm doing."

She hangs up and heads into her room, face planting onto the sheets and instantly knocking out.

Somewhere around midnight, Cici’s awaken by incessant banging on her front door.

"Ugh!", as she saunters down the hall, the banging grows louder, instantly annoying her. "Okay... either shut the fuck up or wait for me to open the door."

"Open it up, then." Rolling her eyes, she unlocks it and snatches it open, watching him walk in like he owns the place. Closing and locking the door back behind herself, she turns and leans against it, crossing her arms over her chest, her cleavage damn near spilling over.

Y'lan stands a few feet away from her, giving her a hard glare. "Can I help you?" She asks.

"You wanna help me understand why you hung up on me? You know I hate that shit."

"You're such a fucking baby. I didn't give enough of a shit to hear you explain whatever it is that made you act like I was no longer your girlfriend. I moved on and you should too, quit—"

"What?!," he cuts her off. She holds up her pointer finger in his direction.

"—quit!, calling me and harassing me about what and who I'm doing." His brow raises.

"Oh, so that's why you been hangin' up on me and shit. You got a new man in them walls and forgot, huh?" He strides over to her, now just a few inches from her face.

"I'm not a woman that waits. You know that. I've got needs and you weren't fulfilling them. Where's your roster of hoes at?"

"You really think I'm just out here fucking? That's all I'm about?" He questions, a crease in his left brow.

"That's how you used to be, who's to say that it still isn't?"

"Me!," he yells, pointing to his chest. "What's wrong with you?"

"You're what's wrong with me. I hate you.," she snarls, pushing him back. He grips her wrist, beaming back, this time closer to her face.

"You need that attitude fixed."

"Fix it, then."

————

A thick, sticky air shrouds the two bodies inside their bedroom. Pants, moans and grunts compete against the incessant slapping of their skin.

"Fuuuckk.... you feel so damn good, baby," she moans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth, again.

"Wet ass pussy.... I should fuckin' kill you." He grunts, before wrapping his large hand around her neck, thrusting deeper into her.

"Ahn! I'm sorry!"

"Shut the fuck up." Her hand reaches out for his thigh, as he begins to hit her spot.

"Oh fuck! You're gonna make me cum!"

"Cum on this dick." Her body jerks twice, while her pouty and swollen lips allow her foul praises, through.

"Come're." Pulling her up by her hair, his thrusts pick up speed, leaving her mouth to hang ajar.

"He gave it to you like this?"

"Nooooo.... fuck!" She quietly answers, making him move his hand back around her neck, tightly.

"I can't hear you, baby.... say it again." He grunts, dipping his hips into hers.

"No, baby!"

"He make you cum like I do?"

"No— unh!" Her toes curl, feeling him slow down some to dig into her.

"Then, why you keep fuckin' playin' with me, baby?" Moving his hand up to grab her chin, he speeds back up, the clapping of their skin refills the room.

"I'm n-not playiiiiinnng!— unh!, unh!, unh!,..." her fingers grip onto the foot board for dear life.

"I'm sorry!," she cries, feeling another orgasm brewing.

"You sorry, huh?!"

"Yes!"

"You sorry for givin' Daddy's pussy away?" Her eyes roll back as every thrust begins to hit her spot.

"Fuck— yesssss,"

"For tellin' Daddy how much you hate him?" He emphasizes his pained question with a rough stroke, sending a scream through her.

"I didn't mean it, Daddy! Fuck, I love this dick!" Her head hangs forward.

"Ohh fuuccck.... aah! I love this dick, babyyy— I love you!"

"I love yo bratty ass, too. Throw that shit back on Daddy." She bounces back on his lap, feeling him throb against her.

"Feels so good, Daddy!" One hand grips his forearm and the other searches for something to latch onto.

"You boutta cum again, baby?" He taunts in her ear, slowly dragging his girth in and out of her tightening cove.

"Ffff—" her eyes roll back as her peak begins to rear its head.

"Talk to me, babygirl."

"Yes! I'm gonna cum!" Her body hunches forward as her essence drips down her leg. She reaches back for his thigh, pulling him closer.

"Don't st-stop," her top half goes limp on the bed, giving him more leverage to demolish her without a fight.

"Fuck!, I'm gonna cum, again!" Her legs begin to tremble as he third orgasm rushes through, just as quick, making way for another. She presses a hand over her clit, hissing at the overstimulation.

"–—shhhiiiiiit!" Her quaking frame almost hits the ground as she cums again. His big hands hold her up, continuing to dig into her.

"Okay, baby!..... I can't take it— fuck!, ooh!, ooh!, ooh!...." replaying like a broken record, she squeezes against him. He moans in response, stilling for a second.

"You can't handle it, huh?"

"You're killing me, baby... I need a break—" pulling her up from the bed, he presses her against the wall and wraps his hand around the front of her throat.

"You don't deserve a fuckin' break.," the venom in his speech makes her thighs clench around him. "You gon' take all this dick, you understand me?"

"Yes, Daddy,." The lust in her eyes doubles for him. She grabs the back of his head and smashes their lips together, moaning as he grips her fat ass with both hands.

Reaching between them with her free hand, she guides the head of his dick back between her slit, her mouth dropping open as he slides back inside.

"All that shit,..." he reminds her, digging as deep as possible.

"Oh shit...,—it feels so good, baby!" She wraps her arms around his neck and hides her face.

"Shit... you test my patience... all the fucking time.," he growls in her ear, causing a smile to break out on her lips.

"Only, because you let me." Laying her head back on the wall, she stares at him, biting down on her lip at the way his muscles flex.

"I got you that spoiled, huh?" He asks. She nods, closing her eyes as the pleasure begins to slowly build.

"Yes, baby." Pulling her away from the wall, he lays her back on the bed, beginning to move against her, like a serpent. Her hands latch onto his back.

"Oh!," her lips part, her moans swallowed in his many kisses. "Fuck, baby!"

"You feel me, girl?" He grunts against her lips.

"Yes... I feel youuuu!"

"You want this nut, babygirl?"

"Yesss, gimme that nut....," lifting her legs up, she grips the back of her thighs, giving him the leverage he needs.

"Unh,.... such a fucking brat." His hands fall above hers, gripping her flesh as he drives into her, madly.

"Fuck meeee!," she moans, digging her nails into his thighs.

His deep moans multiply as he gets closer, the muscles is his back working overtime, flexing underneath the streetlights outside her window.

"Shit!, I'ma bust all in this shit, you hear me?"

"Yes baby!," she screeches, clenching around him.

"Ah shit... uh! Fuck.... mmmm!," his pounding comes to an abrupt stop as his orgasm rushes through him. His head lolls back at the feeling.

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[nctwd127]

What Could Have Been?

Part Five. (Smut)

Johnny got off the bed to take the remainder of his clothes off. There was a tease lingering in his actions and a smirk resting on his face. Everything was coming off slowly but surely.

You watched with your lip caught between your teeth as he took off his belt and threw it elsewhere. And then his pants. But your mouth really dropped when he took his boxers off and sprung free.

Water pooled in your mouth as you watched him stroke himself a few times. Endless thoughts filled your mind and all you wanted to do was stuff him in your mouth, whole.

He stood at the foot of the bed, never breaking eye contact as he continued stroking himself. His tip was red with need, wanting to feel some kind of relief.

“Am I going to relieve myself or is your mouth going to do its job?”

You smirked and nodded your head, making your way off the bed and standing face to face with Johnny or how you like to put it, face to chest.

His breath hit your face the closer you got to his body. You looked up at him for a second before your lips touched his shoulder and your hands landed on his forearms.

You kissed down his body till you were on your knees, with your hands following the path you kissed down till one of them gripped his thigh and the other one wrapped around the base of his throbbing cock.

A soft moan escaped his lips at the relief of having you touch him. But it wasn’t enough and he was surely not in the mood to tolerate any teasing like you were doing at the moment.

Johnny looked down at you as you stroked him slowly, rubbing his tip with your thumb. He watched the way your tongue came out to lick your lips but made no contact with his hot skin.

“Don’t tease me.” He warned.

Truthfully you wanted to see how far you could push him before he snapped. So you ignored his warning and continued your mischief. Slowly you stroked him, letting your mouth wrap around his tip loosely.

When your mouth finally made contact with his tip, for a second he believed that you listened to him but when that’s all you did, he started getting angry.

“Cut it out now.” Johnny hissed.

A small laugh left your lips as you pulled away from his head, “So impatient, aren’t we?”

And there was that look again when you looked up at him. The color of his eyes faded into black before they went back to his color. His fist balled up for two seconds before he loosened them again.

He yanked your head back by your hair, “You do as I order (Y/N).”

“Open your fucking mouth.”

With your mouth wide open, he shoved his cock into your mouth, your gag reflex kicked in fast as you tried to focus on breathing through your nose.

Johnny held your face with both his hands as he pumped himself in and out of your mouth, will little time to recover to breath.

Salvia was running down your mouth, tears were forming on your waterline. You had a tight grip on his thighs for some stability.

You tried to swat his hands away because you needed to breathe but he wasn’t letting up. When that didn’t work, you tried to fight against his hold for more breath.

“Behave or else.” He sneered, dropping his hands to his side.

One of your hands landed back on his thigh and the other wrapped around the base of his dick, taking him back in your mouth.

Your pace was eager but not rapid, not slow either though. You bopped your head on his length and pumped him at the same time. Your tongue danced around his tip before you took him all the way to the back of your throat and swallowed.

“Hmm, just like that baby girl. Do it again.” Johnny groaned, throwing his head back and petting the back of your head.

Managing to breathe through your nose longer, you fulfilled his request multiple times. Only pulling him out when you couldn’t hold it anymore.

You licked his shaft from top to bottom and sucked his balls into your mouth, your tongue licking around while they were in your mouth. You kept jerking him, your thumb grazing his tip.

“Where do you want it?” He groaned looking down at you.

Your eyes met as you pulled him out of your mouth slowly with a pop, “Mouth.” You answered and stuck your tongue out.

A grin creeped on his face, “That’s my girl.”

Johnny finished himself off with curse words falling from his mouth. His hot cum landed on your tongue and the corner of your lips.

Once he was all emptied, you swallowed everything he had to offer, his taste was salty but you really rather enjoyed the taste.

He wiped the corner of your mouth and caressed your lips before helping you get off your knees.

There was a moment when you looked into each other's eyes where the lustful tension turned into yearning passion.

He brought you in for a kiss but this time it was different than other times. It wasn’t needy, it wasn’t full of hunger. It was slow and sensual, passion seeking.

It felt like there was fire burning between your bodies.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he wrapped his around your waist pulling you closer to his body. He lifted you up and laid you on the bed, lips still intertwined as you crawled up the bed together.

Something about this moment made him want to take things slow, he wanted to enjoy your body, to feel every inch of you, to kiss every part of you before he made you his.

Johnny settled in between your legs with his member poking you but not penetrating you quite yet. He detached from your lips and trailed kisses down to your neck.

There was nothing stopping him now from marking your body, so he kissed and sucked on your skin, his warm tongue licking over his marks when he was done.

Your hands were tangled in his hair, pulling softly at his roots. Your mouth rested on his ear shell while breathless moans escaped your lips.

He moved away from your neck and made brief eye contact with you before his eyes traveled to your lips. His tongue came out to lick yours before beginning to savor the taste of your lips.

Eyes closed, face turning from side to side as you tasted each other, tongues dancing to the most intimate tune you could make in each other.

The passion was burning high, there was electricity in the air, everything in this moment felt right. The both of you are thriving off each other’s bodies and energies.

One of his hands went down on your body, lined himself up with your entrance and pushed forward gently, taking his time with filling you up.

There was a slight sting with the stretch but just as fast as it came, it went. Your fingers pulled a little harder at his roots at the feeling of being so full. And your teeth sunk into his lip slightly, with his mouth catching your groans.

Johnny interlocked your hands as he began thrusting into you, feeling your walls tighten around him, pulling him in deeper. Deeper than your own fingers could ever reach or his.

You raised your legs higher and adjusted yourself better so your hips could make full contact, a deep groan erupting from his chest.

“Wow, you feel amazing.” He moaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His grip was getting tighter on your hands, his strokes becoming rougher and deeper. He was starting to lose control.

You arched your back, returning the grip on his hands. It felt so good, better than anyone you’ve had before. Your head fell back, exposing more of your neck to him.

“Johnny, yeah, yeah right there.”

Letting go of your hands, he sat back on his knees pulling out of you completely and held you tight by the waist. He took a second to admire your naked beauty before slamming back into you.

A lewd scream left your lips, “Please, fuck me just like that.”

Hearing you moan out for him like that made the wheels in his head turn. He pulled out, leaving the tip in and slammed into you again.

“Take all of me you fucking slut.”

Johnny wrapped his hand around your neck and pounded into you balls deep. The sound of skin hitting skin echoed off the walls. The moans, the groans, the heavy breathing all mixed into each other.

For the first time in your life, you were feeling colors. They floated around you in clouds, each one making itself known with every thrust he gave you. You felt them on your skin, behind your eyelids.

The color blue felt like warmth creeping on your skin during a cold winter day. Pink felt like a cool breeze on wet skin. Red felt like magic and that one was your favorite.

He watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your mouth left open trying to say something, anything. Your nails digging into any part of his skin they could reach, your legs wrapping tighter around his waist.

Thankfully he knew where your body was because he was nearing his own release. With one hand still on your throat, he moved the other down to your clit rubbing eights into your skin.

Your body began to shake, your walls were pulsating around him trying to pull him into your soul. You were on the edge of an overwhelming release. You were so far gone into ecstasy that you couldn’t form words, let alone think them.

“Cum for me baby girl.”

Without a second passing, your body let go with a sharp scream piercing your ears. Everything went white, your body released till you went limp. Your nails let go of his skin and your legs dropped from his waist.

After your body went limp it wasn’t long before Johnny met his own overwhelming release. With loud grunts and a last hard thrust, he finished inside you till he dropped beside you.

“Holy fuck.”

Your eyes were closed, you had no thoughts and nothing to say, you were speechless and tired. The most you could do was nod your head and reach your hand over to touch his hand.

He took your hand in his and gave you a squeeze, “How are you feeling? You okay?” He asked, sitting up looking over at you.

Your throat was dry and your voice raspy, “Mhm.”

He chuckled, getting off the bed and putting on his boxers. He left the room for a moment to return with a glass of water and damp cloth to clean you off.

His touch was gentle but you still flinched at the contact because of how sensitive you were. After he was done, he looked through your drawers to find you a new pair of panties and then helped you put them on.

The next hour or so passed with the both of you laughing and enjoying the company before it was decided that it was time for him to head back to the dorms before anyone got too suspicious that he was out for so long.

You walked him to the door where he gave you a quick goodbye peck on the cheek and said he’d text you when he got home.

Your mind was heavy and so were your eyelids, all you wanted was to sleep now. Your body had reached its maximum capacity, you were exhausted so you decided to go shower while you waited for him to text.

The shower ended and new sheets covered your bed, you were ready for blissful sleep. You crawled into bed and looked over at your phone.

More than thirty minutes had passed and you still hadn’t heard from Johnny which was unusual considering the dorms were fifteen minutes away from your place.

Speaking of the devil, just when you were going to message him, your phone vibrated with his notification.

Johnny: Hey, sorry for the late text. I got home about twenty minutes ago but I got bombarded at the door by some of the guys.

Johnny: But anyways, I’m home and beat to the max. Gonna shower and head to bed right after honestly.

Me: Ah okay, glad you got home safely, I was just about to send the swat team out for you lol

Me: Same though, I showered and in bed already, was just waiting for you to knock out

Johnny: Lol no need for them now, next time maybe

Johnny: If anyone needs the sleep between us, it’s definitely you ;)

Johnny: Get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow, I had a great time today, Goodnight (Y/N)

Me: Goodnight Johnny, thank you for today

And with that, you headed to sleep for the new day to start.

What Could Have Been?

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Luminous

☼ Pairing: Jimin x reader 

☼ Genre: tentacle monster!Jimin, some fluff, smut, mostly just pwp

☼ Count: 9k

☼ Warnings: 18+, public sex (no ones around but they’re on the beach), tentacles (kind of a given), big dick jimin, manhandling, lots of cum, some cumplay, creampie, cum inflation/belly bulge (not a whole lot, just a small bump) unprotected sex, restraints, choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, tit fucking, thigh fucking, oral (m recieving), deep throating, anal, double penatration, minor nipple play, praise kink, mating cycles, slight impreg kink

☼ Summary: The Busan summer festival is your favorite event of the year. You like all the food and things to do, but your favorite part is watching the fireworks at the end of the night, gathered with friends and family. It’s fun and joyous. Except this year you’re spending it without them. So you find a secluded spot on the beach to watch alone. Except... you might not be as alone as you thought you were out here. 

☼ a/n:  This was written for Sol’s (jamaisjoons) collab event ‘The Summer Bucketlist’ and my prompt was ‘watching fireworks.’ Uhhh this idea was originally very different and then I started thinking about tentacles and now here we are 🥴🥴🥴 Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

☼ Banner made by the absolutely amazing @jamaisjoons​ (who did such wonderful work on it and I hope the fic lives up to the beautiful banner she made me 💕💕💕)

You let out a small contented sigh as you slip your feet into the water. This is your favorite place in all of Busan, this hidden little jutty of rock just off one of the smaller, less popular beaches, more popular among locals only. You’ve spent more time than you can count out here hanging out with your friends, passing the time and using the salty sea breeze to help combat the heat of summer. You’ve been out here plenty on your own too, just like how you’re out here alone right now. 

The sun’s dipping below the horizon, the sky slowly turning an inky black. The perfect backdrop to what’s going to happen soon and the main reason you’re out here at all to begin with rather than at home. The summer festival is happening and once the sun disappears, the sky will be decorated with fireworks, and you and your friends discovered years ago that this is the best spot to watch them, unobstructed and no one around to fight for seats. 

You kick your feet idly in the water, enjoying the warmth of it as you lean back on your hands as you watch the last few rays of light slip away. You wished your friends could’ve made it though. But Namjoon was stuck in the city for work and Taehyung was out with his girlfriend at the festival. A brief feeling of sadness overcomes you because you had been planning to go with Taehyung and his girlfriend and your own boyfriend as a double date. Until he dumped you a week ago over text because he’d moved to the otherside of the country and apparently was nothing like the man you met since he didn’t even have the balls to break up in person. 

You suspect that there was a lot more than his flimsy excuse of it’s just not working and long distance is hard. It most likely has something to do with the new girl that you’ve been told about that has shown up on his socials. 

For what it’s worth, Taehyung and Namjoon both offered you company but you waved them off. Namjoon’s job opportunity is much more important and as much as you love Taehyung and his girlfriend, you didn’t particularly feel like being third wheel to their (normally adorable and heart warming) love. 

You think this is better anyway. It’s peaceful out here. The smell of salt being carried by the breeze brings a myriad of memories that all bring a smile to your face and it’s easy to forget about the hard things in this moment. It’s healing to be out here. As much as it sucked that you got dumped, you can’t be too upset. You saw the cracks forming the more he opened his mouth and talked, if he hadn’t done it, you likely would have been doing it soon anyway. You let your head fall back, letting your eyes slip closed as you simply enjoyed this. You should tell the others that you all need to make another trip out here soon. 

Plus you’d come much earlier when the sun was still high and swam some. Using the ebb and flow of the ocean to erode your worries and stress. Then you’d sprawled out on your beach towel on your rocky perch and let the sunset dry your skin before you slipped back into your shorts and tank top and allowed the peacefulness to swallow you. 

You startle slightly when there’s a loud, echoing boom and color flashes across the sky. You’d been lulled into such calmness and had almost forgotten why you were out here to begin with. You watch the sky passively, watching the occasional flash of color and shapes as the firework people warm themselves and the crowds up. You know the real show won’t start for at least another 45 minutes, knowing the tell by the fact that there’s still the faintest of traces of blue on the horizon. 

Your feet continue their idle movements in the water, until something slick brushes the bottom of your foot and you scream on instinct, quickly jerking your foot free from the water. You back up an extra foot from the edge, to the safety of the blanket that you spread across the rocks, just as an extra precaution. You’re sure that whatever touched you was probably just seaweed. Maybe a plastic bag or some other trash that someone carelessly threw into the ocean. But anything touching you in the water when the water is nothing more than an inky black expanse is enough for you to decide that’s enough soaking for the night.

Just as your heart rate is returning to normal, something slips over the edge of the rocks where you’d just been sitting. It gleams in the moonlight, silver, smooth, and shiny, as it makes a cursory probe at the edge, like it’s looking for something. It’s probably no thicker than your thumb and you deliriously wonder if octopi are even capable of coming up on dry land, let alone the reason why one might be coming up right now. Though the longer you stare at it, the more you realize that it’s far too smooth to be from an octopus, completely devoid of the telltale suckers. 

You shuffle a little further away. You really don’t want to move too quickly, not if you don’t know what it even is and if it can follow you or how fast whatever it is. But your slight movement only seems to catch it’s attention and to your growing horror, it lashes out almost faster than you can see and wraps itself firmly around your ankle. You scream again, because aside from that, there’s really very little you can do out here all alone with it on you.

Any attempts to free yourself prove futile, the slender appendage is far stronger than you would’ve expected from such a jelly-like creature. It gives its own experimental tug, one that pulls you marginally closer to the water before you once again scramble backwards. It lets you and that just serves to freak you out more.

Then, a few more tentacles appear over the edge of the rock, watering dripping and spreading out around them and then there’s a… hand? You frown as a seemingly human hand, if perhaps a little ashen looking, plants itself on the rock right alongside the tentacles. The fingers flex for a moment before something, somehow even more surprising, appears. A fairly human face, or at least up to the eyes as that’s the furthest it raises, peaks up over the edge, gaze quickly zeroing in on you. Your heart stutters in your chest as your eyes meet and its pale silver eyes gleam like its tentacles. It’s hair is wet and slicked back and, though the locks are currently water logged and a few shades darker, it’s clearly also a similar shade of silver as its tentacles and eyes. 

Another hand joins the first along the edge of the rocks and for a moment it doesn’t move at all. You stare at it, you know it’s definitely bigger than an octopus now. You don’t think you could take it. It’s dead silent aside from the gentle lapping of the waves and you’re terrified to move for fear of what it’s going to do to you. It gives the slightest of tugs on your ankle and when you don’t budge it finally lifts itself from the water. 

You try to back away again, but it’s grip keeps you in place and you let out a startled scream when another tentacle darts out to wrap itself around your other ankle. The… monster… sits on its knees at the edge for a moment after pulling itself from the water. 

It, he?, looks almost perfectly human. Skin a dimmed golden shade, frame small but packed with lean muscle… apparently well endowed in human terms. You jerk your gaze quickly away when you realize just where you're staring. Your life is on the line, now is not the time to to fucking ogle the monster and think about if he can get hard like a human and if it possibly gets bigger. You force yourself back to his face, cheekbones prominent and lips plush as he seems to be looking you over as well, though his gaze continually seems to dart behind you, brows knitting in confusion. 

His eyes appear almost human except that it doesn’t seem like he has a pupil, silver swallowing the whole of the iris. It’s slightly disconcerting. His tentacles shift behind him, drawing your attention to them finally. The ones not on you shift behind him restlessly, never seeming to settle. A thin one drapes itself on his shoulder before slithering across his skin to the other side, forming a strange sort of living necklace. It’s hard to pin down an exact number with them constantly moving, but there seems to be a lot and they seem to come in primarily two sizes, thinner ones like the one draped around his throat and wrapped around your ankles and thicker ones easily the width of 3 or 4 fingers, you try very hard not to compare their girth with what you had glimpsed between his legs. 

You’re trying to formulate a plan to get away when there’s another boom of a firework, bathing everything pink for a moment. And what you’re certainly not expecting is for the way the monster startles at the sound. The tentacles around your ankles tighten almost painfully and then before you can completely comprehend what’s going on, you’re being pulled closer to him. Once you're close enough, he’s leaning down over you and you squeeze your eyes shut, unsure of what’s about to happen but positive that it’s unlikely to be good.

But nothing happens and as the seconds stretch, you slowly peek an eye open. His face is almost directly above yours, but it’s not you that he’s looking at. Instead, he’s studiously scanning your surroundings, looking tense and on edge. When you glance at the way that he’s leaning over you, you realize that he seems to be almost… protecting you? Which only serves to confuse you more.

Deeming there to be no immediate threat, his gaze turns down to you and you freeze now that you're faced with him this close. He blinks down at you before his lips part and he makes a strange sort of clicking sound, but you’re more focused on the sharp teeth revealed when he makes noise. Definitely sharp enough to tear into you and eat his fill.

“Please don’t eat me,” you squeak out, hands coming up to cover your face.

There’s silence for a moment before a deep chuckle sounds from him. You peek between your fingers at him and there’s a smirk stretching his lips. 

“Oh, I have met your kind before.” His voice is soft and surprisingly melodious given the higher pitch the clicking was. 

You can’t help the words that slip from your lips. “My kind?”

His lips twitch and he tilts his head. “Humans. Are you not human?” He pushes himself up slightly to inspect you again. “You do not appear to be one of my kind.”

“There’s more of you?”

His gaze darts around. “A few.”

You swallow, about to speak again when another firework goes off. He startles above you and drops closer once more, body pressed firmly to yours as he glares around, trying to discover the source. 

You’d laugh at his constant startling if your throat wasn’t suddenly so dry. His chest is every bit as firm as it looked and you can feel every shift and ripple as he looks around. It’s incredibly distracting. Why did the monster have to be hot? You squeeze your eyes shut again. You should not be thinking about how it’d feel to touch the monster with your hands. Or how other parts of him would feel. 

He shifts off of you slightly. “It is safe for now.”

You blink your eyes open, frowning at him. “Safe? What are you talking about?”

His head tilts and he reminds you of a confused puppy. “Do you not hear the loud noises?”

A giggle slips out and that seems to perplex him further. “No, no. I do. It’s just… Have you not been around here before?” 

“I have always lived here.”

“Have you… been on land before?”

His brows pinch and there’s the slightest of flushes coloring his cheeks a deep blue-gray. “I come up here every year.”

“How have you not heard them before then? They’re just fireworks.” You see the streak of a new one and point to it quickly, drawing his attention to it just before it reaches its peak and explodes in a sparkling cascade of gold. “They’re for entertainment. They’re not dangerous.” You pause. “Okay they are. But not at this distance. The only people who could possibly be in danger would be the ones firing them.”

“Fire… works?” He mumbles, sitting back on his haunches as his face remains tilted towards the sky even though the phosphorus has long since burned out. “Will there be more?”

You slowly push yourself up, cautious of what he might do but his focus remains firmly upwards. “Yeah, they’ll keep shooting some singles off for a little bit longer then they’ll start the big show.”

He says nothing else and you wonder if you can use the time to slip away before you realize that he still has two tentacles wrapped around your ankles. There goes your chance for escape. At least he doesn’t seem interested in eating you. Yet.

Another firework goes and you watch his eyes widen as he follows its trajectory up until it stops in an explosion of color and sound. But you’re far more taken watching the childlike glee on his face and the way the colors gleam on his skin and tentacles. The colors add another level to his already stunning looks, making him look far more ethereal and angelic. He grins as he watches and he looks much less like a terrifying monster. Though you worry what will happen once the fireworks stop and there’s nothing to distract him. Maybe when the real show starts he’ll be so engrossed that you can slip yourself free of the tentacles and make a quick and quiet escape. 

You shake your head, looking away and up at the sky too. There’s nothing much you can do right now with their grip on you still too tight, so you might as well also watch the show. The fireworks are slowly starting to increase in frequency and he seems to squirm in excitement the closer together the pops of color come. 

“Do you have a name?” You ask suddenly, looking back over at him. Maybe you can text Namjoon or Taehyung and tell them that if you disappear to look for something with that name. Probably Taehyung. He’d be more likely to believe that you’ve been taken by a monster than Namjoon. He’d probably ask if you’ve drank or smoked anything. Get too drunk camping once and claim that bigfoot tried to kidnap you and you never get believed again. 

He doesn’t answer right away, doesn’t even seem to acknowledge that you spoke. But then his lips purse and he looks over at you for a moment. “Jimin.”

“Jimin?” He bobs his head and turns back to catch another firework going off. “My name’s Y/n.” You murmur, unsure if he’s even interested. 

It hurts a little that he didn’t seem interested in you back, but you suppose that you don’t know whatever his monster customs are. And you really shouldn’t look too deeply into why it hurts that a monster doesn’t seem interested in you. That should be a good thing. It means you have a better chance of getting away. 

There’s a long break in the fireworks and Jimin’s lips push out into an adorable pout as he turns to you with sad eyes. “Is it over?”

You laugh and shake your head. “No. It’s actually just getting ready to get started. Now it’s the big show. You thought it was good before. Just wait.”

He gives a simple nod and turns back to the sky, content to wait patiently for the rest. Silence descends on you both and you feel like you should be more worried about the tentacle monster sitting in front of you. But Jimin seems harmless enough, he certainly hasn’t tried to eat you or anything and that’s certainly got to count for something. He seems far more interested in the fireworks than in you now anyway. 

You’re just starting to relax when something cool and damp brushes the skin of your lower back. You freeze, back stiff as whatever it is tentatively touches the warm skin before slithering further up your shirt. You bite down on the urge to scream, you don’t want to startle Jimin again. Just because he was protective before, doesn’t mean that a scream coming from you would produce the same result. And before you can twist to see what is crawling up your shirt, the tentacles around your ankles slide a little further up your legs, ends timidly probing along your flesh as they go.

Another tentacle, one of the thicker ones, slides across your arm, wrapping once around your wrist and nestling the tip into your palm. The cool sensation is bizarrely familiar and it takes you only a moment to realize that whatever crawled up your shirt a moment ago is another tentacle. You’re about to speak when a thin tentacle trails up your arm to rest against your shoulder, gently tracing your jaw and neck. 

You swallow. “Um, Jimin?” All you get is a hum in response. Does he not realize what’s going on? “Jimin? What’s happening?”

Either your words or tone finally pulls his attention to you and when he sees his tentacles wrapped around you, he flushes a pretty blue. He scoots away, working to encourage them to release you, but this time of year they always have a bit more mind of their own. He makes an irritated clicking noise when they don’t move.

The one in your hand seems to respond to his sound though you’re not sure if it’s the way he wanted it to or not but it tightens around your wrist slightly before becoming… slicker?

You look at it, a weird mix of horror and maybe a little arousal. Maybe you shouldn’t have watched so much hentai when you were younger. You look back up at Jimin, at a complete loss. “Jimin?”

Jimin looks incredibly embarrassed, burying his face in his hands and making more distressed clicking noises. Probing tentacles aside, he looks adorable all flustered like this. A few of his tentacles wrap around his wrists and shoulders, patting his skin soothingly but that only seems to make him more distressed. 

The tentacle at your back has reached the tie to your bikini top beneath your shirt and is prodding at the knot with interest. You don’t know what to do to stop the distress you can practically feel coming from Jimin. The tentacle in your hand squirms slightly, drawing your attention back to it. You swallow, sneaking a quick peek at Jimin as you do the only, seemingly illogical, thing you can think of right now and you close your hand around the rowdy tentacle and squeeze. 

The result is instantaneous and certainly not what you had expected. Jimin moans. So then even if he’s not in control, he can still feel through them. Interesting to know. Jimin’s mouth hangs open for a moment before his gaze is meeting yours and you suddenly feel like maybe that was the wrong thing to do. 

There’s simmering fire in his eyes as he tries to speak as calmly and evenly as possibly. “I told you I come here once a year, correct?” You nod and he continues. “I come here to mate.”

You blink at him, mind completely blanking out. “M-mate?” You hate how high your voice sounds. 

He nods, sending a glare at the tentacles touching you. “When I saw you here, I had assumed you were one that I have spent the mating period with before.”

“Fuck, did I ruin your hookup?”

“Hookup?”

Your body heats with embarrassment. Maybe if you ask nicely, Jimin will let you go drown. “Whoever you were supposed to meet here. Did they not show up because I was here?”

He’s quick to shake his head. “I did not have plans. But sometimes if someone is near they will stop by. If they are not, I can take care of myself.”

The image of Jimin splayed out on the rocks by himself, tentacles sliding across his skin, wrapped around his cock, drawing more of those noises from him shoots straight to your core. Your pussy clenches around nothing and your hand accidentally tightens around Jimin’s tentacle again, drawing a gasp from him. 

“I apologize for not warning you sooner. The fireworks distracted me but it appears that it did not distract them.” He gestures to his tentacles. “Give me a moment and I should be able to free you so you can leave.”

His eyes slip closed and your gaze drags over him, startling slightly when you realize he’s started to grow hard too. You feel crazy that the first thing you think is how badly you want to touch. 

This is such a bad idea, but before you can stop yourself or second guess, you’re speaking. “What if... you didn’t though?”

Jimin freezes, but the tentacles seem to grow more restless at your words. Another thick one stretches the distance between you both to rest against your thigh, slicking your skin wherever it touches.

“You do not know what you are saying.” He grits out.

The tentacle in your hand squirms and you give it a small squeeze, maintaining eye contact with Jimin as you do so you get to fully enjoy the shudder that ripples through him. “I um, think I have a pretty good idea what I’m saying.”

He shakes his head, hair falling over his eyes. You didn’t think it would be so hard to convince a tentacle monster that you wanted him to fuck you. This was by far the stupidest thing you’ve ever done. For all you know, he could eat his partner afterwards. If you live past this encounter, no one would ever let you live it down. If they even believed you. Your gaze drops involuntarily back to his cock and you find that he's fully hard now. And it’s almost a little intimidating how big he is, longer and thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before. You don’t think your fingers would be able to wrap around the girth. But any apprehensions you think you’d feel normally are nowhere to be seen, all you feel is overwhelming want. You want to try to fit him, to feel the burn as he stretches you out. You want to taste and you want him to absolutely ruin you. 

Unsure of any other way to convince him that you do want this, you switch tactics. If you can’t convince him with words, you’ll just have to show him what you want. You release the tentacle in your hand, though it keeps itself wrapped around your wrist, and move to remove your shirt. Seeming to know your plan, or maybe just through a stroke of luck, the tentacle that has been exploring your bikini top seems to have discovered how to undo the ties and as your top hits the ground beside you, your top slips to your lap.

His eyes dip to the scrap of fabric in your lap before they trace slowly back up, expression worryingly blank. You belatedly realize that this might not even be a good signal to him that you do want this. You don’t know what others of his kind look like, if any of them look anything like you. For the most part, he looks human enough, you’d think that maybe this was enough, that maybe this is at least sort of familiar to him. You feel suddenly self conscious, this was such a dumb idea. You really shouldn’t let the horny brain lead. You’re just about to cross your arms to cover yourself when the tentacle that had been on your thigh slithers up your stomach to sit between your breasts. 

You glance at Jimin and his eyes seem darker, jaw clenched tight. His tentacles seem to grow more agitated behind him and the ones around your ankles tighten to tug you closer, both to your surprise and apparently also Jimin’s. He flushes, staring down at you with wide eyes as your thighs come to rest against his. 

The tentacle on your chest squirms and Jimin’s gaze drops to watch. Your gaze drops too, intending to look at the tentacle currently writhing around on your chest and smearing slick there but you only make it halfway. Because Jimin is now fully hard, thick cock curving up towards his belly and the sight of it has you enraptured. He looked big when he was still soft, but now fully hard, or at least what you assume is fully hard, he looks positively massive. The skin of his cock is the same muted tan of the rest of him, the tip almost blue-gray, close to the color his cheeks turned but deeper in color, and it’s leaking more silvery looking fluid. You wonder if it’s the same thing that is leaking from his tentacles. 

Jimin shudders and it takes only a moment for you to realize that the reason is because a thin tentacle has wrapped itself around the base of his cock. It makes you want to touch too. So tentatively, you reach out, gaze flicking between his cock and his face to gauge his reaction and giving him more than enough time to pull away. 

He watches your fingers brush against the tip, dragging a smear of slick further down the shaft but he makes no move to stop you. He lets out a shaky exhale and, emboldened by the noise, you wrap your fingers around him. Or you at least try your best to because his girth keeps your fingers from meeting. 

Jimin makes a rumbling noise and then there are two more tentacles massaging at your thighs, working their way up until they meet the edge of your shorts. They only probe along the fabric for a moment before slipping beneath and continuing their exploration towards the apex of your thighs. They trace the edge of your bikini bottoms before one of them presses against your pussy through the thin fabric. 

You gasp and Jimin’s gaze is back on your face, attention wholly focused on you as his tentacles press again, but this time with a little more pressure. One happens to brush past your clit and you jolt, a moan slipping from your lips and the tentacles seem desperate to recreate that reaction as they narrow their focus to your clit. 

Jimin groans again and his hands come up to cup your cheeks, his tentacles all stilling for a moment. He waits until you look up at him. “Are you sure? It will be harder to stop once we start. Are you positive you can handle it? I do not mind spending the time alone.”

It’s sweet how concerned he is about you. But now that he’s started, all you can think about is being fucked by him while his tentacles play with every inch of you. You squirm back slightly and he seems to take that as rejection, if the flash of disappointment you catch on his face is anything to go by. You quickly undo your shorts, tugging them down your legs, assisted by his tentacles once they reach your ankles. 

He swallows and you watch as the tentacles from your ankles relocate to your thighs to keep you spread wide as the two that had been in your pants resume their work on your clit, now free of the hindrance of cloth. You bring your slick fingers to your mouth and keep eye contact as you lick them clean. It’s salty like the sea, but rather than the bitterness of cum, his has a hint of sweetness to it. It’s slightly addictive.

He stares at you for a moment and then he’s making another clicking noise and the tentacle that had been around your wrist unwraps itself and slips between your legs to join the other two already there, though it bypasses your clit to circle your dripping hole instead. 

“Needy.” He coos, though you’re not sure if it’s directed at you or his tentacles. Maybe both. 

He shuffles in close again, seemingly content to just watch his tentacles play with you. You whine, you like the feel of his tentacles, but you want him to touch with his hands and lips too. You want more. Maybe the needy was directed at you after all. He glances up at your noise, watching the way your mouth drops open as his tentacle finally wriggles it’s way into your pussy. It’s firmer than you expected from touching it, but still much more malleable than a cock would be. But it’s softer nature allows it greater freedom to explore your walls as it moves slowly in and out of you, certainly a different experience for you but you definitely can’t find it in you to hate it when it can reach all the right spots inside of you easily.

You reach out, grabbing the first part of Jimin you can grab, his arm, and tug him insistently down on top of you. He complies easily, seemingly curious as to what you want. You wonder if he’s ever kissed a partner before, if that’s something that his kind does. You hesitate and Jimin immediately notices, head tilting in curiosity. 

“What is wrong?”

You’re gasping before you can formulate your question, the tentacle inside you having quickly found your g-spot and is now making sure to rub it with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body. Jimin’s head dips down and his nose rubs against yours. 

“Are you okay? I have never been with a human and so I am unsure of what might hurt or bring pleasure. Please tell me if they are hurting you.”

He looks so sweet and it makes your heart stutter a little. You tilt your head, capturing his plush lips in a kiss. They’re warmer than you expected, giving the cooler temperature of his tentacles. It takes him a moment of inaction before he seems to catch on to how to kiss back. He makes a small noise when your tongue brushes his lips but he easily parts them for you. His sharp teeth skim your lip and it leaves you gasping into his mouth. He seems pleased with the response and he trails his lips across your jaw and down your neck. 

“You did not answer my question.” He murmurs, teeth gently teasing the skin of your neck, mindful of their sharpness. 

His tentacles are driving you mad, bringing you so close to your orgasm but seeming to know exactly when to slow back down to draw it out even longer. “What… question?” You gasp out.

“Are you okay?”

You’d scoff if the tentacles around your clit hadn’t started circling in tandem, winding the coil in your belly tighter. “So… so okay… Fuck, Jimin, are you sure you’ve never been with a human before?”

He pulls away from your neck enough to look down at you, a pleased smile stretching his lips. “I have not. Am I doing good?”

You nod enthusiastically, hands tangling in his hair to pull him back in for a messy kiss. He makes a pleased sort of clicking noise in the back of his throat and his tentacles speed up. And this time when your orgasm draws near his tentacles keep their speed rather than slowing again and you cum, back arching off the blanket as your pussy convulses around the tentacle. His tentacles continue their ministrations and Jimin pulls away to stare down at where his tentacle disappears inside you with wide eyed wonder. 

He groans as he watches with rapt attention. “Does it do this every time?”

You squirm, oversensitivity quickly setting in as his tentacles refuse to let up. The borderline painful feeling robs you of words to tell him to slow down and give you just a moment to breath. The tentacle inside of you swells and then everything grows a little slicker as Jimin chokes on a gasp. You struggle to reach out to grasp any one of the tentacles, to just lessen the sensations ravaging your pussy just a little, but before you can even make contact, another tentacle is wrapping around both wrists and dragging them above your head. 

“J-Jimin, please…”

Jimin pays you no mind, tentacles working faster under his focused gaze and it doesn't take long for you to be thrown into a second orgasm, though it feels almost like the first one never ended. You cry out, much too loud even if the beach is seemingly deserted right now. You shudder as your orgasm crests and Jimin’s tentacle seems to stiffen inside you before you feel suddenly wetter and stickier and full. The tentacle slips out of you after a few weaker thrusts and a small gush of thick liquid follows and the tentacle suddenly seems much less enthusiastic than its counterparts. Fuck, did that mean…?

“Jimin,” you whine, waiting until he finally tears his gaze away from your dripping pussy. “Do… do your tentacles cum too?”

His head tilts in confusion. “Come?” He thinks for a moment before realization seems to overcome him. “Ah. Do you mean do my tentacles also release?”

Embarrassment creeps over you. Something so clinical shouldn’t have you aching to be filled again when you just came twice and apparently already filled. You nod shyly. 

“Yes. They also release. It is to give the best chance of a successful mating.”

You swallow, eyeing the tentacles behind him wearily. “Do they all have to?”

He shakes his head, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “They do not. Only the big ones release. And from those, they do not all release every mating.”

You feel equal parts relieved and disappointed, though you know that you should probably question your disappointment. But you’ve already come this far, no reason to start questioning your potentially bad decisions now. 

He tilts his head. “Does it bother you? They do not need to do it near you if it makes you uncomfortable.”

You choke, unsure how to respond for a moment. This whole situation should really terrify and appall you. But you only find yourself growing hotter at the idea of being used by his tentacles and covered in their cum. You chew your lip before giving a small nod. 

His eyes trace over your face before he seems to light up and he leans down to press a kiss to your lips. “Does the thought of that arouse you, sweet? I must admit, most of my previous partners were less than enthused about that aspect of mating.”

You groan, wanting nothing more than to bury your face in your hands in shame but Jimin’s tentacles keep your hands studiously bound above your head. Even his own kind didn’t like it. Why were you so weird? He giggles, leaning down to brush your nose with his own. His face is set with a kind smile, but his eyes still dance with mirth and lust. 

“I find it very arousing that you like it so much. Tell me what you are thinking about, sweet.”

To punctuate his words, another tentacle slips between your legs, rubbing along your sticky slit. You moan and Jimin’s eyes shine with fire. “I… was thinking about you fucking me and filling me up and leaving me all messy.”

He smirks. “I can do that, sweet. Just ask.”

“Jimin, please, fuck me… Fuck, ruin me…”

Jimin’s grin turns positively feral, sharp teeth on display. And for a moment, fear ripples through you as Jimin looks truly like a monster for the first time since he’s surfaced. But then his tentacles shift around him, eager for their chance to touch. Jimin shoos the thick tentacle away from your pussy, the ones around your thighs assisting him in situating you how he wants. He runs the tips of his cock through the mess left there by his tentacle and a pleased chirp leaves him. 

“You are already so full. Do you think you can take more?” He purrs.

You nod and his cock presses against your entrance. He presses just the tip in and he stretches your pussy more than the tentacle did. You gasp, breath robbed from you as the stretch borders on too much. But Jimin seems to sense it and pauses with just the tip inside, allowing you all the time to adjust to his massive cock. 

Jimin’s hands skim up your thighs, the tentacles resting passively on your clit once again coming to life and the jolt of pleasure has you squirming on Jimin’s cock. His hands rest on your hips, gripping them with bruising strength to keep you from moving. You whimper at the casual display of strength, at the way that he seems to not even be trying to hold you still while his tentacles slowly circle your clit to get you to relax. 

Two other tentacles slip up your body, pressing against your breasts and kneading at the flesh experimentally. The sensation is different, while the tentacles don’t have the surface area the way a hand does, they are capable of moving in ways a hand simply can’t. They grope at the flesh, exploring and testing the limits. One brushes past your nipple, causing you to gasp and suddenly both are on the pebbled buds, playing with them to draw even more noises from you. Their motions mimic the motions on your clit and pleasure sparks across your body once again. 

The tentacles shift slightly, long bodies draping down the sides of your breasts and then they press the mounds inwards, forcing the flesh together around the tentacle still resting on your sternum. Jimin grunts at the sudden pressure around his tentacle and your gaze drops to watch with fascination as the tentacle starts to thrust into the tight space, silvery tip gleaming with each press through. 

Your pussy clenches at the thought of it slipping a little further up and into your mouth, of tasting that salty, sweet slick from the source. A high pitched noise sounds in Jimin’s throat as his hips stutter forward at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him and you moan as he slips a little further into you, stretching you just a little more. Now though, the stretch makes you ache for more, the burn finally passed with the aid of the tentacles playing with your clit and nipples and slowly pulling your pleasure back to the surface. 

You really need him to be completely inside of you and when you dig your heels into his ass to try to get him to move, he seems hesitant. His tentacles, however, seem more than thrilled at the idea and more than happy to help you in your pursuit. The ones around your thighs tighten and pull you closer, until Jimin is buried to the hilt in the clutch of your pussy. The noise is filthy, the mess from his tentacle spilling out around his cock to smear on your thighs and drip down your ass. 

Jimin goes rigid when he’s fully inside you, eyes trained on where you’re joined. He seems transfixed by the sight of your cunt swallowing down every inch he has. Your whine has his head snapping up to look at your face, drinking in the way you’re moaning. The tentacle between your breasts slips a little further up, tip bumping your chin once before it’s shifting to your lips. Your tongue darts out, swiping through the salty fluid. Jimin shudders, hips flexing where they press into you and you let your mouth fall open for his tentacle to slip in. 

Your tongue swirls around the tip and it squirms, pushing in further than you expect and causing you to gag. It pulls itself from your mouth with a pop and you frown at it’s loss before shifting your gaze to Jimin, who seems to be glaring at the tentacle like it did something wrong. 

“Jimin?” When he looks at you, you give him an amused smile. “It’s okay. It just takes me a minute.”

His head tilts but the tentacle makes its way tentatively back to your mouth, hovering until you open again for it to slip back in. It goes a lot slower this time, keeping its thrusts shallow. You hum encouragingly, tongue pressing and massaging the underside as it moves and the tentacle slides a little deeper. You gag only slightly this time, much more prepared now, and after a few thrusts you grow used to the intrusion and it can slip just a little bit more down your throat. 

Jimin watches for a moment before groaning and then he’s pulling his cock out until just the tip remains before slamming back in. You moan around his tentacle, noise muffled as it delves further down your throat. It stays there for a moment and the lack of oxygen has your head start to spin. Your hands twitch where they’re still bound above your head, but before the real need for oxygen comes and you have to try to alert Jimin that you need to breathe, the tentacle is pulling out, switching to shallow thrusts while you get a quick break to breathe. The sudden rush of oxygen has you feeling nearly euphoric and you can only hope that the tentacle does it again. When you whine around it, it pushes back into your throat and the rest of the whine is muffled by it’s girth. 

Jimin’s fingers flex against your hips as he watches and feels how much of his tentacle slips into the waiting warmth of your mouth and with a moan he starts fucking into your pussy with a quick pace. Your hands grab at the tentacle binding you, needing something, anything, to ground yourself as Jimin fucks you senseless. You feel wholly overwhelmed at the way his cock fills you, the way the tentacles swirl around your clit, your nipples and breasts, at the way the one in your mouth begins to stiffen up. 

The tentacles shift on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh once again before pinching at your nipples. You moan around the tentacle in your mouth and it gives a shudder before flooding your mouth and throat. You choke slightly, jerking your head slightly at the sheer volume being released into your mouth, far more than you can handle. Spit and cum drip from the corners of your mouth as you struggle to swallow and the tentacle pulls itself from your mouth before it's finished, painting the lower half of your face even more in its silvery essence. Jimin’s eyes gleam at the sight, seeming to become even more frantic with his thrusts. 

“J-jimin…” You whine, voice rough from use. You’re not entirely sure what you’d finish that statement with.

“You are doing so well.” He coos and the praise has your mind going fuzzy. “You look so pretty like this.”

He reaches up, sliding a hand through the mess on your cheeks before letting his hand drag the mess back down your body, leaving a shiny trail down your throat, in the valley between your breasts and across your stomach. He slams in particularly hard and you cry out, voice echoing across the empty beach and ocean, much too loud but you no longer care.

Jimin glows golden, the light haloing him and your fucked out mind is sluggish to make sense of the sudden color change. Then you remember why you were out here to begin with and you make the connection just as the resounding boom of the firework follows just after the shower of color. The fireworks show must be finally starting because the next second Jimin is bathed in blue, then pink.

But as quick as your attention was taken by the colorful shadows splashed across Jimin’s beautiful face, it’s taken back as he shifts suddenly, hands leaving your hips to push your thighs together as he continues to fuck you. Your calves come to rest on one shoulder and Jimin uses the new position to fuck you even harder. 

Something slick drags along the crease where your thighs are pressed together and a second later a tentacle is pushing into the tight space. Your skin tingles where it presses into your skin and with every thrust it makes through the tight press of your thighs, it bumps the tentacles on your clit. Jimin presses a kiss to your leg and you feel the breath leave him as his tentacle speeds up and he hisses.

The sensations are nearly overwhelming, to the point that you almost miss the new slim tentacle kneading the flesh of your ass. It delivers a pinch to the skin that leaves you gasping and you’re much more aware of it as it runs along the seam of your ass. You squirm, or at least attempt to, because between the tentacles restraining you and Jimin’s firm grip on your thighs, you’re left nearly immobile as you get fucked. The tentacle slips a little further up, gathering some slick before it’s dipping back down to prod at the tight ring of muscle of your hole. 

You shudder and if you could move, you’d press down onto the tentacle, force it to fill you because you need it as much as you need Jimin’s cock in you. “Fuck, please, don’t tease…”

Jimin’s face is set in concentration and you don’t think he heard you, except a second later the tentacle breaches your ass. You moan, glad that it was a smaller one to start. It thrusts tentatively, growing bolder as your noises raise in pitch and then a second slim tentacle is joining, slipping past the tight ring of muscle to thrust in counterpoint to the first. 

Jimin’s thrusts slow, his head tilting back as he pants. He looks like a sculpture, so beautiful that it aches a little. Something that people should look at and marvel over. A moan slips past his lips as the tentacles in your ass speed up a little, taking some time to also shift apart and spread you open even more. 

“You… are endless…” Jimin breaths out. It sounds reverent. 

The tentacles slip from you and you have no time to mourn the loss before they’re being replaced by one of the thicker tentacles. The stretch hurts a little, but with so many other things happening to your body at the same time, you’re quickly distracted from the ache. The tentacle stills anyway, allowing you time to adjust to its thick girth. 

“You are so full of surprises.” He says, head dropping forward once more to let his gaze rake over your shuddering figure.

The tentacle in your ass thrusts in response to Jimin’s words and when you don’t indicate any pain, both pull out and thrust roughly back in. The tentacle between your thighs and in your ass thrust opposite Jimin, keeping you full and stimulated when Jimin pulls out. 

“Please… Jimin please, fill me up, you said you would…” You feel slightly delirious with need, every thrust of his tentacle adds extra pressure to your clit and you feel so close to cumming, teetering on the edge. 

Jimin gives you no verbal response, only that of him pressing your thighs together a little harder. A few more thrusts of the tentacle between your thighs has you clamping down on Jimin’s cock and the one in your ass as you cum, body shuddering as the tentacles and Jimin continue to thrust. You squeeze your eyes shut, vision nearly whiting out entirely as your orgasm slams into you. The tentacle between your thighs lasts only a handful more thrusts before its stiffening and releasing, splattering your chest, belly, and thighs in the silver cum. It gives a few weak final spurts before slipping back through your thighs as Jimin parts them once more. 

His cock twitches as his gaze falls over you messy form, the normally silvery liquid lighting up in splashes of color with every new explosion that happens above you both. He’s never seen a more beautiful sight. One of his hands lands on your thigh as the other bats his tentacles away from your clit, an action that you're grateful for for only a moment because he quickly replaces them with his fingers. You arch and cry out, jerking your hands with enough force that you seem to startle the binding tentacle and it releases you. Your hands wrap around his wrist, tugging futilely at it to get him to let up. 

You moan his name desperately, trying to squirm away from the sensation as his tentacles keep you held close as he continues to fuck you through your overstimulation. 

“Can you do that for me one more time? You feel so good when you do that, sweet.”

You whimper. You want to say no, that it hurts a little and that you really don’t think you’re capable of another orgasm. But the pout he wears stops you and you find yourself nodding without even thinking about how you’re going to get past the too much feeling currently overwhelming your body. 

Jimin gives you another feral grin, eyes roving over your figure as his fingers work quick circles around your clit. For no experience with a human, he’s an incredibly fast learner. He seems to know your body better than your ex had and the two of you had been together for almost 2 years. 

The tentacles on your breasts move to collect some of the slick covering you, smearing it around your nipples as the pinch and play with them, the slick adding a new layer of feeling to the actions. 

“Come on, sweet.” Jimin purrs as his cock seems to swell ever more and the tentacle in your ass starts to stiffen. 

Another rough thrust and a few twists of his fingers and you’re cumming again with a cry of his name. Your pussy and ass convulses around him and Jimin lets out a series of clicks and chirps as he finally cums, flooding your pussy and ass with more silvery slick. There seems to be a never ending stream from his cock and after a few moments, pressure on your lower stomach makes you look down, groaning at the sight of your slightly distended belly.

Jimin makes a contented noise, rubbing gently over the swell. “You would look so beautiful swollen with my children.”

His cock gives another twitch and a feeble last spurt of cum and Jimin and his tentacles seem to deflate. His chin presses to his chest as he takes in slow, deep breaths. The tentacles all slowly slip from your body and you mourn the slight warmth you lose. Another few moments pass and then Jimin is gingerly pulling his cock from your abuse pussy and gazing over your whole body with almost reverence. 

You feel too exhausted to do much more, but you can feel his cum dripping from you, forming a puddle beneath your ass. At least you're next to the ocean for easy clean up. If you had the energy to do that. Maybe in 5 minutes… Or an hour. You can’t even feel your legs right now. You’re pretty sure you’d just drown.

Jimin stretches out beside you, arm coming to wrap around your middle, seemingly unbothered by the fact that it lands in a mess. You blearily realize that his tentacles seem much smaller now too. His head tilts and you realize that he’s watching the fireworks again. Like he didn’t just fuck you within an inch of your life and leave you ruined for anyone who comes after him. 

You watch in silence for a while, endeared by Jimin’s ohs and ahs as he discovers new types of fireworks, the different shapes and effects that can happen. 

“Jimin.” You call softly. His nose brushes your shoulder in response. “Will… Nevermind. It’s stupid.”

Jimin pushes himself up enough so that he can look down at you, frown marring his pretty face. “What is it?”

You fidget, suddenly hating that you’re naked and still covered in him. You glance over at the water.

“Do you wish to go in, sweet?”

It’s an easy out and you don’t feel strong enough to ask the real question yet, so you give him a simple nod. He grins, scooping you up and gracefully sliding you both into the water, arm wrapped tight around your middle to keep you afloat. 

Colors flash around you as you stare into Jimin’s eyes, every color reflected there as well. Before you can second guess yourself, you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. He lets out a surprised noise and then giggles when you pull away. 

“Do you wish to go again?”

Embarrassment fills you and you shake your head. “No. Um…” You take a deep breath. You can do this. “Will I see you again?”

Jimin’s face is unreadable for a painful stretch of time, though you’re sure it’s only a few seconds before he’s grinning. “I find myself quite taken by humans. I could certainly use a guide.”

You grin back, pecking him again. “First lesson, when humans like someone and want to spend time with them and go on dates, they give them kisses.”

He hums, giving you a kiss of his own, just a little deeper than yours. “I think I quite like kisses.” Then he grins and it’s full of mischief. “I think fireworks are my favorite though.”

You snort, prodding him with a finger. “You sure it’s the fireworks you like?”

He makes a thoughtful noise before nodding. “They make you luminous, sweet.”

[writing-in-april]

Helping Hands

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: After a bad case Spencer needs help shaving after getting injured, he gets help from the least likely person to help in his life.

A/N: Day two of my 750 follower celebration is here! This was totally supposed to be a blurb and ended up being so much long lol. Thank you @imagining-in-the-margins for this idea and letting me write it! And thanks to @spencers-dria for helping me out as always! This fic wasn’t originally going to be Gender Neutral I just ended up writing it that way on accident which is cool, I want my blog to be as inclusive as possible! I’ve had someone check it over for pronoun mistakes but please let me know if you spot any! This is also my first time writing in second person for Spencer!

Warnings: 18+, Enemies to lovers, Knife kink (use of a straight razor), Dry fucking, Humiliation, ONE slight nick to the skin- there’s just a very small bit of blood

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.68k

Your friendship with Spencer was shaky at best, the truth was you two were barely able to work together without biting each other’s heads off. It’s not that you wanted to butt heads with him almost every day, but when he picked apart everything you said constantly you always felt the need to bite back.

Emily just had to put you as roommates for this case so you guys could ‘work out your issues.’ Of course the case then ended up becoming one of your longest cases all year. The tension between you and Spencer ran high throughout the entire case, the petty arguments grew in rate as the team got less and less sleep each day. The case combined with the sleeping arrangements was definitely making you feel miserable.

Unfortunately these hellish two weeks didn’t even end with a completely good outcome. We had caught the unsub, but not before one of your own had ended up injured. Spencer had been securing the perimeter around the suspect’s house when the suspect (who ended up being the unsub) attacked him. Luckily, you hadn’t been that far away from him and were able to help him apprehend the man. You may butt heads with him almost every working day, but he was still a part of your team. You would never want him to be seriously hurt or worse. His knuckles ended up getting bruised and bloodied from his unexpected scuffle with the unsub today although he insisted he was fine.

The sight you were looking at now directly contradicted his words. His fingers were shaking badly as he tried to move his straight razor along his jaw that was coated in shaving cream. When he let out a frustrated grunt when he couldn’t get the right angle you decided to try and lend a helping hand. He seemed to get even angrier when you walked into the hotel’s bathroom, this wasn’t new however, he always seemed to get more agitated when he sensed your presence.

“Let me help you.” You snapped while reaching forward to grab the razor, your movements were in stark contrast to your words, only doing that softly as to not cut the both of you.

“Why do you want to help me?” He snapped back with just as much bite in his tone and jerked his hand away so you could not reach the razor.

“Does it matter? You need help and I’m offering to help. So sit down and let me help.”  The real reason that you wanted to help didn’t have to be known by Spencer, he didn’t have to know that you felt guilty. His injuries were from no fault of your own however, you could not help a little bit of guilt pool in the bottom of your stomach. You may not like him very much, but again you did not want to see him hurt.

He finally acquiesced to your request sitting down on the edge of the tub that just had enough of a ledge so he could sit rather comfortably. You reached out and gestured towards the razor letting out a little sigh of relief when he handed it to you, glad that he was finally letting you help.

The handle of the razor was simple in design with no ornaments adorning it and it was made of a dark wood, perhaps mahogany. The simple design of the handle and blade did not mean that it was inexpensive, the weight in your hand alone was a testament of how finely made it probably was. You suspected it might have been one of the only things Spencer splurged his money on.

Soaping up his cheeks again, you then straddled his thighs so you could get as close as possible to him. He squeaked a little in surprise at your sudden willingness to be close to him. In all honesty, you didn’t really want to be that close to him, but you had promised to help him, this just was the only way you could get the correct angles.

Besides the initial squeak the fell from his lips Spencer had become strangely quiet as you got to work shaving off his stubble.

His silence was then replaced by something else, the inability to sit still. Each time you started to scrap the razor against his jaw his hips shuffled under you, making it extremely difficult to get a close enough shave.

“Stop squirming.” He of course felt the need to again not listen to you and he continued to squirm underneath you. You ran your fingers through his hair then tugging on the stands to crane his neck backwards so you could get full access to the underside of his jaw. He defiantly squirmed again, causing you to falter with the razor again, this time accidentally nicking the underside of his jaw.

Instead of hissing and pulling away from you would expect; Spencer threw you for a loop when he let out a loud moan while jutting his hips up into your own. A look of mortification came over Spencer’s face at his actions, he looked like he wanted to be anywhere else, but with your body straddling him he couldn’t quite escape your grasp so easily.

You weren’t going to lie, Spencer was an attractive man, your favorite part of his looks being his fluffy locks and the scruff he left behind after shaving. You weren’t going to pass up the opportunity of having an attractive man underneath you and begging. Experimentally you reached up with your free hand to brush up against the small nick that had only let out just a little drop of blood. Pushing down slightly on it you then rolled your hips to grind against his hardening cock in his slacks. His response to your actions pleased you, his slacks becoming more strained and another moan left his lips, this one much more high pitched.

“Are you ok with this? I won’t be gentle.”

“Yes, please do whatever you want.” You were pleasantly surprised how quickly a plea fell from his lips. It was going to be so easy to ruin him.

“Tell me if you want me to stop. You may infuriate me, but I do not want to make you uncomfortable.” He nodded quickly in understanding before tentatively moving his hands to rest on your hips lightly to make sure you were ok with his touch and so that his hands didn’t suffer from any unnecessary pain.

You were right, it was extremely easy to ruin him. It only took a few short minutes of grinding your hips into his own before you could tell he was getting a little close to his release.

“Is this all it takes for you to get off? That’s a little pathetic.” The humiliating words only made Spencer’s moans louder though at this point they had devolved into high pitched pitiful whimpers. You were glad he was keen on the idea of some light humiliation and decided to continue with some more harsh words, “I haven’t even gotten a chance to use it anywhere near any more exciting places yet. You’re so needy, Spencer.” The evil smirk that made its way onto your face at the thought of getting to use the razor in more, exhilarating places, made Spencer visibly gulp hard.

You shifted a little forward which brought more pleasure to you, enough to push you to teeter on the edge. As you felt your release begin to wash over you surged forward to mark up Spencer’s neck with a hickey to go along with the other slight mark you had left. The rocking of your hips sped up as you worked yourself through your blissful release. Spencer may have been one of the most infuriating people you knew, but you couldn’t deny that even with a few swirls of your hips together he gave you a stronger orgasm then most men ever had. After a few gasps of your breath into his neck after your release you began to focus on his own. You could just leave him hanging and force him to take a cold shower to alleviate the straining in his pants, though you couldn’t deny how good he had been for you.

“Beg me. Beg me to let you finish.” Carding your fingers through his hair once more you yanked hard so you could get to catch a glimpse of his gorgeous neck again. You brought the razor up to rest at the underside of his jaw close to the previous cut you had accidentally given him.

“Please!” Even though his begging was only one word, you were satisfied with how desperate he sounded for you. You had completely ruined him without even taking off a single article of clothing.

“Cum for me Spencer.” As soon as the words of permission fell from your lips, his hips started to meet yours with more vigor. His groans came impossibly louder as he neared his finish, so you surged forward to capture his lips with your own for the first time. Immediately you slipped your tongue into the cavern of his mouth, swallowing all of the noises that tried to escape. He rocked his hips forward once, twice, three times before feeling the front of his slacks dampen with his own release.

When you had both calmed down and slightly processed what you had both indulged in you separated from him to help clean up the nick on his jaw and to grab him a pair of sweatpants to change into. You returned to help him finish shaving making sure to leave the little bit of scruff you liked. As you finished he moved to rub slight circles into your hip, you didn’t let him do it for very long until you made sure that it wasn’t hurting his hands too much. You were both extremely content with your current position. Maybe he wasn’t as infuriating as you once thought. In any case you had enjoyed lending him your helping hands, maybe you could help him again if he was willing.

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[etherealeeknow]

toxic

• rated m for mature, slight angst

• pairing: boyfriend!jisung x fem!reader

• wc: 1.434

• tw: toxic relationship, explicit language, mild rope play, fingering (f), oral (m&f)- i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: inspired by true events, heh. this isn’t proofread so i’m sorry for any mistakes! i’ll get to it soon! and although i have mixed feelings about this fic, i hope you’ll enjoy it ;-; also, please kindly note that english isn’t my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes. (psst, don’t be shy to drop by my ask!)

• song recommendation: bitter love - pia mia

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your deep slumber was interrupted by jumbled sounds; they weren’t necessarily too loud, but the continuous groans that followed behind added them up, and you had to force your heavy eyelids to open while mumbling incoherent words that grabbed jisung’s attention. cursing under his breath, he instantly locked his phone, all the noises vanished in just a matter of seconds. “i’m sorry. i should’ve used my earphones,” he said as he laid down beside you, pulling the covers up to your chin and wrapped his arms around you, closing the distance. “you always say that then repeat the exact same thing the next day,” you sighed in annoyance and shimmied your way out of his embrace to turn your back against him. you could picture the bitter expression on his face when he wrapped his arms around you again and apologized for the second time, only to be replied with complete silence. 

it was undeniable that you got mad over such a small silly matter, but you couldn’t help it. jisung had always been like this—careless. time after time, you’d question him the same thing, which was whether or not his feelings for you were real. meanwhile, it was more or less the same on the other side. jisung just couldn’t wrap his head around how and where you got your energy to stay mad at him 24/7. everything he did seemed to be a crime to you, and it made him cuss at those teenage romcom movies, calling them a scam. despite all the cons and infinite bickers, none of you had ever called it quits.

this is toxic. i should end it.

“baby, look-” you didn’t let him finish the sentence and told him to shut up instead—that was when he withdrew his hand and let out a long sigh, then nothing. turning back, you saw him on his phone again and it made your blood boil so you snatched it away. “what the hell-” “no. it’s you,” you emphasized loud and clear, index finger poking his chest, “what the hell, jisung?” you added, still repeating the same gesture and you could see his expression growing more and more annoyed with each poke, but that didn’t stop you, even after he warned you. “what the fuck do you want? i told you i’m sorry!” scoffing, you ignored him and was about to get off bed when he clutched your hand and pinned you down on the mattress. “answer me, y/n. what the fuck do you want?” he hissed and it made you gulp; feeling small yet your anger was bigger. “fuck off.”

jisung laughed almost sinisterly with his head thrown back, and you trembled underneath him, both over anxiety and excitement as this was a side of him you had never encountered before. “sit,” he ordered as he undressed himself, letting his hardened cock bounced up, slapping against his abs before making his way up to you, resting right below your chest. the close up view of his pink, slightly covered with precum, tip made your eyes glistening. “suck.” like a trained puppy, you obeyed immediately—taking him whole and his mouth agape. although voiceless, pleasure was written all across his face.

your boy liked it slow; it made him feral. he lived for the feeling of having your pretty little plump lips around him; the way you could take him with ease wowed him, and he never got tired of seeing your pathetic state, especially out in public when you could barely open your mouth for days without whimpering in pain. just by imagining it made him shudder and close to release, but he didn’t want that, not yet. “s- stop- ah, fuck!” he yanked you by the hair, but that only made you go for more. you snuck your tongue out to lick his tip, sucking it, making him growl and curse before pushing you back down to the bed. “don’t you fucking move.”

he went to reach for something under the bed—a box which you never knew its existence until then. he opened it, revealing all sorts of his bizarre toy collection. you were taken aback by the surprise and got so immersed in them. jisung took the golden chance to tie your hands with a rope to the headboard. it was only until he let go and your hands got caught up above, that you snapped back in reality, yet still dazzled. this wasn’t the jisung you knew. sure, six months of being and living together couldn’t be considered as a long period, but you and jisung had fucked and talked about sex every single day, almost like it was your daily vitamin, yet such thing never came up.

another sinister laugh left his mouth upon seeing your terrorized expression. “what’s with the face, hmm?” he asked ever so sweetly, caressing your cheek, down to your neck, then to your pajamas, running his fingers up and down the little buttons before ripping them off, buttons scattered everywhere. so long, favorite pjs. your gasp only made it halfway as jisung was quick to smother himself with your bare breasts, sniffing, biting, kissing, licking, pinching, squeezing, marking, literally any possible thing he could do, he did, while you loved and whimpered over it.

you didn’t even have to beg. just your endless heavenly oh’s and ah’s were enough to get jisung down and pulled off your shorts and panties altogether. only taking a brief moment to enjoy the view of your freshly shaved cunt before diving in, and your breath hitched the moment his tongue met your pulsating core. you started grinding against his face, dying for more, and jisung understood, so he slipped in his finger, but that still wasn’t enough. “for fuck sake, ji, just fuck me already!” you cried desperately, not minding the burning pain on your wrists from pulling on the rope harshly.

but jisung didn’t give a damn. you already had a bigger control in the relationship and there was no way he was gonna let you take the lead in sex too. this was the only pride he had left, so he continued, thrusting in another finger easily into your hole, curling them to reach your sweet spot. your breathy moaned drove him over the edge and he just couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to release. jisung’s tongue left your nub and you nearly cried over the loss of contact, but it was all worth it when you saw him wrapping his other free hand onto his own throbbing cock, pumping it with all his might while still fingering you in ease. every inch of your body grew hotter over the sight, but no matter how hard you tried to keep your eyes open, the building knot in your abdomen kept causing your eyes to roll back. “so good, j- ji, shit! i’m cum-” 

you were unable to finish your sentence, but jisung knew. he could tell from your shaking legs and quickened breaths. “yes, yes, cum for me, baby, cum,” jisung choked out, nearing his own high, and right there and then, you came undone all over his fingers and on the bed, staining the white sheets with your juices. through his squinting eyes, jisung made sure to capture your expression—how pretty you looked with parted lips, rosy cheeks, and crossed eyes. he even slowed his thrust to prevent himself from coming; waiting for your bucking hips to came to a halt before he hurriedly approached you and jerked off right in front of your face, biting his lower lip when he saw you sticking your tongue out just on time when he ejaculated. 

//

“i’m sorry. i love you, y/n,” jisung uttered, lying on your lap.

“i’m sorry too. i love you, jisung,” you replied, caressing his head.

it was undeniable that you often got mad over small silly matters, but you could still bear with it, although sometimes you’d question whether or not he paid attention to the things you said, but that was it. besides, it was normal for jisung to get lost in his own world. meanwhile, it was more or less the same on the other side. jisung found it a little difficult to understand your moodiness, especially since most of the things he did seemed to annoy you, yet he found your relationship just like how it was in those teenage romcom movies—youthful. so, despite some differences and bickers here and there, none of you had ever called it quits.

this is love. i should fight for it.

right?

—

gen’s masterlist

[itjazzbicch]

Recess

Pairing:  Austin Gunn x Fem Reader

Summary: Based off of Musician Ammunition:

After the last time they had alone time, their relationship grew stronger, unable to resist being around one another and while getting to learn more about one another, Austin is lead to something interesting, gladly experiencing it for himself and having their own fun like its recess...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by:  No one (But I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count:  1544

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @jessiebean00​ @new-zealand-chic​ @crowleysqueenofhell​ @justamess44​ @thatpanpal​ @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​  @linziland13​ @xxx-jazz-xxx​ @writtingrose​

I DO OWN THIS GIF

Laughter and clicking of my heels filled my home, Austin still making jokes when we walked in together.

“Okay!” I wheezed, bending over in laughter, a bit buzzed from the champagne we shared earlier, “You’re killing me!”

I was out of breath from laughing, but seriousness fell when he reeled me in, wrapping me up, playfully gasping, “Oh no! Do you need mouth to mouth?”

No words were needed, hand scrunching his shirt into wrinkles, lips clashing into his with deep hunger.

“That’s how you wanna play, huh?” He whispered with a twirl of his tongue, mine dancing along.  

“Mhm,” I hummed, taking the time to savor his taste, wishing his tongue was exploring other places, “How about we go make my bed our playground?”

“Recess was always my favorite class,” He giggled, making me burst out in laughter, arms wrapping around his neck when he swept me off my feet, the stairs leading him to my room.

My heels crashed onto the hardwood floors, the skill sheets and blanket cold, cooling my body burning up from my boiling blood, so soft against my skin when I was dropped to the bed, landing with a soft bounce.

“You just going to stand there?” I teased, taking the time to listen when he said sexily:

“You said it was recess. Got anything to make this more fun?”

Oh, I had things that make everything more fun. My heart rate rose when I pointed to a small dresser in the corner of my room, instructing, “Middle drawer. Pick whatever you want.”

I thought Austin was innocent the first time I met him, but I was wrong and it was the only time I liked being wrong.

All the dirty thoughts racing through his mind were expressed with the look in his eyes when he met my gaze, smiling with dirty intentions.

“I knew you had a dirty side, guess there was more than I thought,” He grinned, looking down into the drawer.

“What are you going to pick?” I wondered, smiling at the sight of his finger holding up handcuffs.  

“Remember how you teased me like hell with that little lap dance?” He recalled, “Well, it’s my turn to tease you.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I snickered, sliding back to the metal bed frame, sliding out of my dress too, tossing it to the floor.

Austin wasted no time to meet me on the bed, taking my wrists. A breath getting stuck in my throat, my arms above my head and goosebumps broke out over my skin with the feeling of the cold, metal handcuffs going around my wrists.

“Good luck trying to get out of these,” He laughed almost evilly, the cuffs snug around my wrists with three clicks, “Don’t scratch up your wrists either when I make you lose your shit.”

“You like to talk a lot,” I murmured, kissing hard, tongue intruding, “Actions speak louder than words.”

That statement went straight through his heart and made him lose control, stripping out of his clothes quick, hands dying to get on me.

My hips jerked upward, the cuffs tugging my wrists already when he ripped his lace panties right off of me.

His mission was to make a mess of me, merciless when he slipped a finger into me, his thumb hounding my clit. Every bead of this tingling sensation flowed through my body along with my blood, his hand working quickly while his mouth closed around my breast, nibbling on my nipple, biting all of my breasts in one bite.

it was astonishing how much that alone was for me. The heat was storming like dark clouds, traveling down to my core, the pleasure swirling with the change of speed; the tip of his fingers curling up words and massaging the sweetest spot, legs shaking as a result. He made sure that he was multitasking, leaving behind love bites along my chest, neck, collar bone and it didn't take long for me to give way.

"Austin," My lips babbled, forgetting that I was in handcuffs, being held back from grabbing him while moans poured out of him, his fingers moving faster and being coated with my slick, handcuffs clanking against the metal.

"Trying to break those cuffs already?" He observed, ready for more work when I laughed:

"Not going to lie, that got to me a little, but believe me when I tell you, I can last for more than one round."

"You want round two?" He murmured, letting his cock escape from his briefs, taking my knees and pushing them down into the bed to keep me spread wide.

"Yeah, give it to me baby," I commanded, lust so strong in my voice it was like casting a spell.

My words were meant to be motivation and they achieved that goal; I was still learning the feeling of his cock's length and its thickness, gasping with a fallen jaw when I received a rough thrust that about split me in two, feeling a little hollow when left just his tip for a moment, set on hearing me make some real noise when he smirked, "Give it to you like this?"

I didn't know how my jaw managed to drop even lower, rattled along with the bed when I received another rough thrust with even more power in it, disappointed when he pulled back slowly, again.

"Yeah," I whispered faintly, whining, "Fuck me like that, Austin."

A tense shudder choked up some of my moans, his hips snapping into mine again and this time, the games were finally over. He thrusted deep and hard, my lower body becoming one with the mattress, his strength and dominance being shown.

Austin's whisper was barely audible with the sound of the metal headboard smacking against the wall, the handcuffs smacking off of it, but I heard him let out, "Bet you wish you weren't handcuffed, now."

Unable to speak, my head shook frantically, barely able to form words when I panted, "This is so good."

"You like it, huh?" He commended, wanting more out of me by moving rapidly.

I spoke the truth when I told him it was so good. Sensory overload kicked in hard and I could feel everything. The tiny hairs on my arms being raised by goosebumps, the bit of chill in the air, against my sheets, but my body so hot and contrasting with it. His cock railing my walls and triggering every sensitive bump in me, vibration waves targeting my nerves every time our hips met.

The vein in my neck had an unstable pulsation, making my head a little woozy because of his stamina. He didn't change tempo for even a moment for so long, taking a tight grip at the feeling of me clenching around his thickness even tighter, the heat storming in my stomach bundling almost painfully.

"Damn, you're so tight, baby," He groaned against my skin, head falling to my chest, thrusting in deeper.

"I feel everything," I whined, my voice shaking, "You're so deep."

"So deep" He cooed, hitting deep and slow, but then reverting to that unrelentless pace.

The slick covering below our waists grew, more still waiting to be released, desperate as I was getting so close, dying for more contact, the handcuffs preventing that and digging at my wrists, from all of the crazy, rapid movements.

"These damn handcuffs!" I screamed, shaking my hands, wishing I could break them because I was so close to losing control.

"What's go you screaming like that?" He laughed, teasing his specialty, words, and movements when he slowed his pace.

My head snapped back quickly while my eyes slammed down like windows, groaning, "Austin, you know!"

He was really dragging it out, knowing how close my orgasm was, but wouldn't let me have it just yet.

"What? You want me to fuck you like this more, huh? You want me to make you scream?" He asked, a loud grunt leading back to the rapid pace that was pushing me to the edge.

"Please," I whined, screaming his name when my back arched, the sweet spot and swelled clit getting all the attention.

Austin gave me even more than I wanted, his hands falling to my calves and pushing up so my knees met my elbows at the side, wet skin slapping hard alongside the pulsation of my walls, forming a death grip.

I was gasping desperately, mouth wide open again courtesy of my pitched breaths and even Austin was blown away by a gushy orgasm, slicking his cock, the sheets beneath of us. With a deep groan, he pressed his forehead against my chest, burying deep.

"Jesus Chr-" He panted, our bodies drained, legs falling with some weight so he could slip out of me.

Without any words, Austin slowly leaned to the nightstand, taking the key and finally freeing me from the handcuffs, my arms finally able to relax.

"Next time," I sighed, grabbing his attention, "We're going to play my way."

Austin found it amusing, intrigued by it, adding a small kiss to my cheek and letting me know, "Can't wait to see how you play."

"Just know," I smirked, kissing his cheek, whispering in his ear, "I play dirty."

[heroloverangel]

Dinner Service

You have a nice meal with Fatgum.

You smile to yourself as you wait for the elevator, shifting the large takeout bag from one arm to the other. It’s normal for your husband to be busy with hero work, but it’s been weeks since you’ve even had the chance to share a meal with him. You miss spending that time together, so you’re taking matters into your own hands tonight.

The happy little ding sounds extra cheerful as you reach your destination and walk down the floor to his office. You rap softly on the door and peek your head inside, dying for some time with your favorite hero. He’s hunched over his desk, its takoyaki grill safely stored away as he scrawls over a stack of paperwork for the agency. Fatgum perks up as you enter, immediately noticing the scents wafting from the bag in your hand.

“That smells like...honeybun!” He grins widely, leaping up from his chair to meet you halfway. He takes the food in one hand as the other pulls you into a warm hug. You have to stand on your tiptoes while he stoops down to kiss you, but it’s a familiar dance for both of you. “You didn’t come all this way just for me, did ya?”

“Of course I did,” you wave him off and look around. “Where are the boys?”

“Out on a patrol. They caught five villains on their own last night!” He gestures to the paperwork for the arrests, beaming with pride. It’s adorable to see your massive, eight-foot tall husband praise them like a delighted parent. You follow him back to his desk as he starts unpacking dinner, covering half its surface with various containers. You lean back against the wood and wait patiently; you know from experience that you’re much too short to get yourself on top of the table without help. “Up you go,” he laughs, lifting you like a doll to sit on the free space. You give his hand a quick squeeze as he pulls away and he grins back.

There’s not much conversation as you eat, but you’re happy to soak up every minute of his company. All too soon, the food is eaten and the packages are tossed in the garbage. “This was nice,” you smile up at him. “I’ve missed you.”

Taishiro gives a weary sigh from his chair in front of you. “Yeah, me too. I know I haven’t been givin’ ya enough attention lately.” You reach forward, pushing his hood down to run your fingers through his blond hair and he leans into your touch. He’s been as lonely as you have, and just as eager to savor what little free time he has with you. “This was good, though. I ‘preciate it.” His grin is tired but genuine, and your heart fills with warmth. His big hands grasp your hips, preparing to help you down, and a different sort of warmth reminds you that it really has been too long since you’ve spent any quality time together.

“Tai,” you purr, sly smirk spreading across your face as you link your fingers with his. “I’ve really missed you.”

He reaches for your hand, oblivious to your hint. “I know the feeling, cupcake.”

“No, I mean…” You spread your legs, a move which would be much more effective if you weren’t wearing such a long skirt. “I’ve missed all of you.”

You watch the lightbulb go off in his head and a blush spread across his face. “You serious, sugar? Right here in the office?” His eyebrows raise, but his smile betrays his interest.

You pull his mask off to get a good look at his face. “Why not? We’ve got some time, and you deserve a little treat after all the work you’ve put in.” You stretch forward to offer him a kiss and nearly fall off the desk, but he catches you in time and you’re pulled onto his broad lap instead. You move to straddle him and your skirt bunches up around your thighs, giving him a glimpse of your bare skin. “Please, Tai?”

He sighs and wraps one big hand around the back of a thigh to steady you. “Aw sweetheart, you know I can’t say no to ya.” He lowers his mouth to yours again, with noticeably more enthusiasm than before. You press yourself against his chest and the rumble of his laugh warms your heart. “I really hit the jackpot with you.”

“Me too,” you say, feeling too warm already. You slide your tongue into his mouth and he practically purrs at the contact. You don’t need much prompting to take the reigns, teasing his tongue with your much smaller one, squirming against his body and you can feel the erection growing in his pants. His fingers slide under your shirt to trace up your spine and you shudder automatically. He doesn’t complain when you push it up past your chest to reveal your bra, but you’re left wishing you’d worn something sexier than plain white. “Touch me.”

You don’t have to tell him twice. He squeezes gently at your breast, carefully dips below the material to graze your nipple and earn a quiet little groan from your throat. “That’s my girl,” he coos into your open mouth. “Just lemme take care of you.” He yanks it up to expose your breasts completely and licks his lips. “I could eat you right up.”

“Later,” you promise. You busy yourself with his clothes instead, struggling with Taishiro’s pants until you’re able to get your own tiny fingers inside to stroke him through the underwear. “God, I missed this.”

His laugh comes out strained as he lifts the front of your skirt. “Easy there, sweetcakes. You know we gotta work your way up to that.” He tucks the excess fabric up into your waistband and gets an eyeful of your plain panties. “You’re so cute and you’re not even trying, y’know that?” Your heart skips a beat at his warm smile; he always means every word he says to you. You reach between your bodies to pull your underwear aside, an open invitation for his attention, and watch as he nearly starts drooling at the sight of your bare cunt in front of him. He runs a single large finger along your slit and brushes your clit, and you have to bite your lip to keep your voice down. “It’s just us, I wanna hear you.”

“Fuck,” you groan. He sets a pattern of rubbing your pussy and pressing the tip of his finger at your entrance. You move with him, grinding into his hand with the familiar instinct earned from the hundreds of times he’s done this for you. “Tai…” his name comes out as a breathy whine as you feel yourself getting increasingly wet with every move. “I need more of you.”

“Anything you want,” he huffs, voice low with arousal and presses his finger further into you. You make no attempt to hide your moan when even this small part of him stretches you as he wiggles it inside your cunt and gives a few tentative strokes. Your hips jerk into his touch and he watches you enjoy yourself with an unstoppable appetite. Your hands move to your breasts and make a show of pinching your nipples to full hardness for him, doing your best to meet his gaze before your eyes close at the feeling of his second finger slowly making its way between your legs. “That’s it, gonna make you nice and ready for me.” He scissors them inside you, gradually teasing you open for the fat cock that’ll be filling you soon enough.

You’re not so distracted that you forget about him, though. You tug impatiently at his pants until you’re able to pull them down to reveal his half-hard dick. You need zero encouragement to wrap your fingers around him and begin stroking him, earning you a low growl from your favorite hero. “No fair how just your hand feels that good,” he huffs and you bite back a laugh of your own. “Think you can take it?” His thumb teases your clit for emphasis and it’s like a bolt of electricity runs down your spine. 

You nod and readjust yourself closer to his massive frame. “I want it. I want you, now.” You hold yourself against him, dragging your slick pussy along his length to show just how ready you are. Precum beads at the head of his cock and smears over your skin as you line him up and it takes all your willpower not to slam yourself down immediately.

“Nice and slow,” Fatgum’s voice is even but tense above you. He gropes your ass through your skirt and keeps you steady as he inches himself inside you. You’re panting within seconds; no matter how long the two of you have been together, you’ll never quite get used to the sense of being stretched so unbelievably full by him. You’ve grown to love the feeling of it, being overwhelmed by your gentle giant in even way possible, and it takes your breath away every time. “Love ya, honeybun.”

“You...you too.” Already you sound winded as if you’ve just run a marathon. You have no sense of time in this situation, but it feels like an eternity of constant, gradual progress before he finally bottoms out within you and your tiny, fragile little body sits flush against his. He gives you a comforting squeeze and waits, always so patient while you adjust to the thick shaft pulsing inside you. “I’m okay,” you say finally, raising yourself up a few inches on your suddenly weak legs and sliding back down.

He’s more than happy to take the lead with your permission. His grip tightens on your hips as he begins working you up and down his cock, ready to do all the work while you just hold on to him like a lifeline. You reach for him, running a hand through his messy hair while you pull him down for a sloppy kiss. You clench around him and he bucks up hard in response, your name coming out in a husky moan. “Honey, you’re too good to me.”

His movements slow to an even, intense rhythm that teases you with each thrust as you feel every vein of his dick brush along your insides. “So, so good,” you agree mindlessly and allow his equally big tongue to slide into your mouth, effectively muffling your sounds with his affection.

Taishiro pulls you down harder onto his lap and you shiver. From this angle, his huge pelvis grinds against your clit over and over, and it’s driving you crazy. You’re close, you only need a bit more stimulation to push you into an orgasm. He knows your body like the back of his hand and releases his grip on your side to grope at your breast, stroking your aching nipple between his fingers and the sparks ignite in your belly. You bury your face into his broad chest as he fucks you through it, cooing into your distracted ears how beautiful and great you are.

With you happily taken care of, he focuses on finishing himself. You’re a limp noodle in his arms, allowing him to use you however he wants. A lazy grin spreads across your face as he ruts into you. Your cunt spasms around him with your climax trailing off and only encourages him to pump his throbbing cock as deep inside you as he can. “I’m about there, sugar. You want it inside?”

You can only nod, still too out of breath for words. Fatgum’s pelvis juts into yours, and this time you can understand the compliments he’s groaning out for you. His cum fills you up, so much that it’s a struggle not to let it leak out of your stretched open pussy. You give yourself a minute to relish the feeling of it all before you manage to speak. “That was good. We needed that.” Your voice is a ragged laugh and you cuddle into his panting chest. He makes a sound that agrees and moves some hair out of your sweaty face.

Both of you are content to sit there for the next few minutes, basking in your happiness together. Then the calm of the office is broken by the sound of the elevator opening on the other side of the door and you freeze. You’re lucky that your husband knows how to move quickly in an emergency; he yanks your shirt over your chest and adjusts your long skirt to fall down over his hips as the voices outside get closer. The door swings open to reveal his interns, who stop mid-sentence at the sight of you straddling their boss. You’re very thankful for the long skirt, and dare to hope they don’t notice that his cock is still buried fully inside you. You silently clench your muscles around him in an attempt to keep any evidence from dripping out of you but only succeed in milking one last dribble from him.

“Oh hey, Mrs. Fatgum! It’s been awhile!” It’s a relief that at least one of them is oblivious to what they’ve walked in on. 

Fatgum clears his throat and pulls the hood back over his head. “Hey guys. The missus and I are, uh, kinda in the middle of something. Can ya give us a minute?” Kirishima agrees and turns to the exit, pulling a red-faced and flustered Amajiki with him. The door closes and he lets out a breath he’d been holding. “That was close. We should probably call it a night here.” He lifts you off of his lap, cum trickling down your thighs when his softening dick pulls out. You clean up as best you can with the tissues in his office; it’s not perfect but it’ll work until you can get to a restroom. “That was great, though.”

You smirk at your hero as you readjust your breasts back inside your bra. “Oh yeah, we’re definitely doing that again next time you work too hard.”

“Don’t tempt me, sugar.” He presses a final, innocent kiss to your forehead. “I promise I’ll be home early the rest of the week, fair enough?”

Your heart flutters, you weren’t expecting the added bonus of getting more time with him and you jump at the chance. “Fair enough.” He pulls you in for a tight hug before you turn to leave and somehow you fall deeper in love. You can’t always be the top priority when your spouse saves the world for a living, but the perks far outweigh the downsides. At times like this, you couldn’t be happier.

[incorrectlumityquotes]

FULL REVIEWS: “Lost In Language”

Lost in language and I don't know much. Was I thinking aloud and fell out of touch? But I'm back on my feet and eager to be what you wanted.

Seriously? Nothing? You guys have never heard Air Supply? I mean, they’re old AF but still. It’s a funny pun. Whatever.

Back in the day (like it was so long ago) I didn’t know what to expect from this episode. The only thing I caught from the description was library, but hoo boy, we got so much more!

I love the cold opens to this show. It always reminds me that Luz is a silly ass hyper fangirl who still wants life to play out like it does on TV. 

“Learning about love and life through the eyes of a child.”

Spoken like a true person who have never done any actual babysitting. The Bat Queen gets her own soft intro for another episode, which I’m noticing more and more re-watching this show. She pays Eda to watch her baby in exchange for a butt-ton of money. Eda, in classic Eda fashion, would rather not split the cash with Luz and gives her an errand to run so she doesn’t have to do it. 

I don’t know about you guys, but liked going to the library when I was a kid. It was the only way I could play computer games or go on the internet. Getting online is the easiest thing in the world today, but when I was a kid, it was a luxury my parents couldn’t afford. And dumb-dumb kid me didn’t know that you can borrow movies and comic for free at the library too. That’s how I saw Jaws for the first time.

The library at The Boiling Isles is almost exactly what I expected. Kinda like the Hogwarts library, but with a lot more teeth and eyes everywhere. Luz has a bunch of fun just messing around, until she stumbles upon the cutest goddamn thing ever!

Amity reading to kids at the public library in her free time. My god.

I’m with Luz here. Holy hell, I did not see that coming. I thought Amity was the rival character, the Draco Malfoy of the show, the reluctant ally, the jerk with the heart of gold DEEP in there somewhere. Instead she’s at the Kid’s Corner reading her favorite childhood classic to toddlers. I didn’t know there were angels in the demon realm.

Stop. Stop! You’re already cute.

Seriously this moment made me go “aw” and laugh at the same time. It was weird. Also how does this library have a manga section? Do they import these books from JAPAN in the HUMAN REALM? Is there a publishing company that acts as the middleman? Or are these just the books that the trash slugs ended up barfing on the beach somewhere? I’m thinking too hard about a throwaway joke in the background. Big brain hurt.

AND back to reality...

Luz tries to extend the hand of friendship to Amity and Amity rejects it. I have...thoughts.

First, they this up with another parallel to Azura in the beginning of the episode. I get it. It’s a theme that they are doing, but I would have rather have Luz try to befriend Amity because she wants to, not because Azura did it. It’s not the only reason she does it, but it does kinda bug me a bit. It kinda goes back to Luz wanting life to play out like a story. 

Also, a part of me thinks that this is something Amity likes to do alone. Her way of getting away from everyone else and just do something that she enjoys and makes her feel good. We have no proof that it gives her extra credit, so she could just use that as a way to save face. She seemed so happy to do it too. 

Finally, you know what this else this reminds me of? The Karate Kid and Cobra Kai. There’s a popular fan theory that has been around since the eighties that if you look at The Karate Kid from the rival’s perspective, the protagonist is the bully. I’m more than sure that’s what going on here. From Amity’s perspective, Luz just gets her into trouble. We’ll get more into that later.

Luz walks off dejected and we get the second big surprise to punch me in the face.

Holy hell, why the fuck are you two so goddamn fucking pretty? I mean, holy shit, look at these two. My god. And ERICA LINDBECK as Emira? Jesus Christ, I’m going to be feeling things I shouldn’t be feeling in places I can’t say!

Joking aside, we get one of our first full introductions that didn’t come with a soft intro from a previous episode. Enter Emira and Emira, Amity’s older siblings who in true sibling fashion like to give Amity a hard time.  

“Hey, mittens!”

This seems normal at first. Siblings always rib each other. No big deal.

Amity storms off. The twins introduce themselves proper to Luz (and the audience) and they mess around for a bit. 

In fact, they have so much fun messing around with Luz that they decide to invite her back afterhours to check out The Wailing Star. Luz thinks that this is a great way to get on Amity’s good side by befriending her siblings. Why she would think this I have no idea.

Meanwhile the B-plot continues its adventures in babysitting. I don’t like using the word filler (so I won’t) but this B-plot is really just for two things: setting up Escape of the Palisman and jokes. It does both. No harm, no foul.

Also the twins said for Luz to meet back at midnight and Luz was at The Owl House for like a hot second. There’s like a huge gap of time there. What did she do until midnight? Whatever. If it was important it would have been animated.

Also also, I love all of Luz’s little saying in this episode. She does it a lot but they cranked it up in this episode. Featuring great hits like:

“This sour lemon drop has a hidden sweet center.”

and

“I thought we were as cool as cucumbers but we’re as sour as pickles.”

and my favorite

“Call me a library book because they were checking me out.”

I hope they keep doing that.

Back at the literal Wailing Star (I laughed so hard), The twins and Luz discover that The Wailing Star brings the content of the books to life. Does that work for all books in The Boiling Isles or just the library? Enough. No more big brain. The three proceed to...mess around some more.

The twins discover offscreen (Really? Really.) that if you edit the contents of the book, you change what comes to life. Then the twins reveal their true objectives. Apparently, Amity has been tattling on the twins whenever they cut class or do whatever it is that they want. They’ve decided to look for her secret little hideaway (that they somehow know is in the library), find her diary and post all the pages all over school to teach her a lesson. 

Um, fucking no.

And here we enter the true lesson of this episode and probably the reason why Hecate is draw with two faces. People being more than just what they appear to be at face value. 

Amity appears to be the bully character of the show, and while she did bully Willow, Luz and King, there’s more to her than that. Amity is lonely. As a fellow person who grew up lonely, trust me. I can tell from a mile away. She puts pressure on herself to be the best at whatever she’s doing and to be the best. She hates that she follows the rules but people like her siblings seem to get rewarded for breaking the rules and doing whatever they want free of consequence. She sees the double standard that they live by and it angers her. But at the same time, everyone seems to give the twins a free pass so she can’t do anything about it. 

Even worse, there’s no one for her to confide in. It wouldn’t make it better but it would make it easier for her to just vent and get the bullshit out of her brain. She doesn’t like her friends and the one friend she did like...that’s for another episode. Hence, the diary. Amity is a big ball of frustration and loneliness. I know because I grew up in a very similar way.

When you’re forced to keep your anger inside you, you lash out at any little thing that bothers you just to ease your frustrations. It doesn’t make it okay but it’s the only way to cope sometimes just to get by.

The twins on the other hand seem like everything you’d want in a friend. They’re fun; they like you; they’re attractive; they’re attentive. But in reality, they live in a world where they believe consequences and accountability don’t apply to them. And they’ll do anything to keep it that way. Even humiliate their sister.

Luz seems like a happy-go-lucky, friends to all things kinda person, but she can also be innocently insensitive. She just does things hoping they turn out the way they would for Azura without considering how the people around her would feel about it.

It doesn’t make any of these characters two-faced. We just are different things to different people.

Amity discovers what’s going down and Luz (being the empathic person that she is) decide to try to go talk to her. 

Then I’m reminded that this is a horror-comedy.

My god, you’re ugly.

One climax later (don’t laugh), and Luz and Amity try to make amends with each other. They both have to think about how they’ve been treating the other, earning the title of bully or not. They’re not friends yet but this is...better.

FINAL SCORE: 5 - Loved it.

Damn, The Owl House is one a roll. That’s what? Three 5 scored episodes already? Hot damn. This episode was fun but it really hit hard with the character work on Amity. She quickly became one of the most interesting characters and a fan favorite. And the third act provided a good amount of horror to call this a horror comedy. The B-plot is fine but probably one of the weakest only saved by several funny jokes. This is one of those episodes I kept coming back to and a favorite to watch.

Could you two please not? I’m gonna get in trouble.

[powermaknae]

Make a Wish

Birthday Boy! Yuta x Reader

You always celebrated Yuta’s birthday in a big way with surprises, friends and, of course, cake. This year you decided to do something very special for him.

~Smut, oral sex, hair pulling, kinky stuff, toys, unprotected sex, party themes, mentions of light drinking

Word Count: 2.3K~

A/N: In honor of our Takoyaki Prince’s birthday, I whipped up this little thing. If this doesn’t say that I’m a simp for Nakamoto Yuta, I don’t know what does. This man could spit in my face and I would thank him. (Sorry for any mistakes. I speed wrote this to get it finished and did not edit it at all :} ).

 Yuta’s birthday was always so special to you. You finally were able to celebrate the love of your life’s existence and shower him with love. You spent so much of your relationship not being able to celebrate it with him due to his busy schedule and other promotions, but this year, his big two five, you were finally able to celebrate together.

You had been planning it out, you would surprise him by ordering his favorite cake and invited some of the members over for drinks. You even went out and bought little decorations and balloons to put around the dorm.

You had a super secret surprise stashed away in his dresser draw that you were especially excited to try out tonight. You had found it in the back of an adult toy store a few weeks ago and new immediately Yuta would love to use it on you, so you bought it without telling him and wrapped it for him to find after the party.

Mark had taken him to go earring shopping to distract him while you set everything up. Taeyong and Doyoung helped place the balloons around the living room while you and Johnny went to pick up the food.

The cake was placed front and center at the table, surrounded by some of Yuta’s favorite snacks. The large number-shaped candles were already lit when you got the message from Mark, informing you that they had just entered the building. You quickly shushed everyone and hurried to turn off the lights.

The doorknob jingled as Yuta turned the key to enter. As soon as he turned the lights back on, the room roared to life with a “SURPRISE!” His radiant smile shined brightly against the flame of the candle. He immediately turned to you, taking you into his arms for a big hug.

“Did you do all this just for me?” You beamed up at him, watching his expression grow with happiness.

Johnny interrupted you with his frat boy persona, holding several bottles of soju in his two hands triumphantly.

“Come on. I’ll show you everything I found.” You dragged him by the wrist over to the table, pointing at all his favorite snacks. You grabbed a bottle from Johnny and poured yourself and Yuta a glass.

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When the cake was half eaten, the trash can was filled with empty snack packages and everyone was more than a little tipsy, your collective friends started funneling out, leaving the residents of the 10th floor dormitory to clean up (minus Mark and Jungwoo, who were passed out).

While Yuta wandered off to use the restroom, Taeil meandered over to you casually, eyeing the mess of a kitchen that was left. He handed you a glass of water and leaned in. “Jaehyun and I will take care of this. We’re probably the most sober anyway. I saw what you got for Yuta. Enjoy.”

He winked at you as he went to find Jaehyun. Yuta reappeared, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. You turn to face him, pressing your hands lightly against his chest as he holds you.

“I have another surprise for you,” you said with the most honey sweet voice you could muster among the alcohol.

“Baby girl, you’ve already spoiled me.” He leaned down to kiss you lightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, minimizing the distance between the two of you. He pulled tighter against your waist and deepened the kiss, moving his lips gently against yours.

You managed to free yourself from his grip, grabbing his hand and tugged him behind you to his shared bedroom that you now had to yourselves. “Shouldn’t we help clean up,” he trailed behind you. “Taeil said he’d cover it.”

Closing the door behind you, Yuta quickly whipped you around, pushing your back into the door. He pulled you hips close, kissing you deeply in a moment of sobriety.

He pulled away but paid close attention to his proximity to you, careful not to pull too far away. He started easing his soft lips down to your neck, peppering it with kitten licks and small bites. “You’re so perfect,” he mewled against the skin.

You melted into his every touch, letting his hands and lips start to roam your body. He journeyed under your shirt, tugging at it lightly, but you denied him.

“Why don’t you go relax? I’ll be right there.” He lips curled into a smirk at the thought of what you had in store for him. He hesitantly pulled away, freeing you from the hard surface.

Yuta slumped onto the comfy bed, allowing himself to relax into the high of the alcohol. It was blissful but was still missing the warmth of his loved one. He closed his eyes, imagining what you would look like when you appeared again.

From the edge of the room, he heard the squeak of the door open once again. He slowly opened his eyes to gaze upon you. You had his signature favorite: one of his baggy sweatshirts that was too big for you, and thigh high blue striped socks. He smiled in a wholesome light, his eyes softening to a chocolate brown.

As you tiptoed ever-so-slowly closer to him, he spotted a new adornment around your neck. A black leather collar with a heart placed at the center reflected the low light of the atmosphere.

Seeing the collar around your pretty neck sparked that desire in Yuta once again. He couldn’t stop staring at it as he stood from the bed, looking for some contact. His hands immediately went to your bare ass, kneading it slightly as he began to kiss you aggressively. His movements were becoming slopping with the growing tension.

You tugged at the hem of his tshirt, slowly revealing the pale skin underneath. Yuta humored you, pulling the light wad of clothing over his head and throwing it behind him. The warmth radiating from his chest was comforting as you melted into his arms.

He tugs at your waist over top of the sweatshirt, coercing you to the bed with him. He pulls you onto his lap as he sits at the edge of the bed, holding your chest flush against his bare chest as he molds your lips together.

The rough contact of his black jeans against your core, even through the layer of underwear, was starting to become almost unbearable. You grind your hips against him lightly, trying to maintain your control and alleviate the pressure building.

Yuta moved one hand to your hip, guiding it lightly against him, and the other snaked in between your legs. A visible shiver swept over you at the sudden contact. He padded your swollen clit through your increasingly soaking underwear, the other hand making sure you met his movement.

His lips became feverish the longer you continue. You could feel his apparent erection pressing against you through the tight jeans.

He slows your movements against him for a moment, allowing himself to breathe.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and unbutton my pants for me?” His gaze was piercing as he looked you up and down over and over again. You smirked looking at his obvious discomfort.

The jeans were tighter than usual but you still managed to get them off along with his boxers in record time, landing them a position in the new pile of clothes forming in the corner. Upon taking them off, Yuta’s erection sprung to life, hitting his stomach. Your mouth watered just looking at it.

You positioned yourself in between his legs and wrapped one of your petite hands around it. He watched you carefully, following your movements with such love. You began stroking his cock slowly, savoring every reaction he would give you: every jerk, noise and, light push.

You moved your hand faster along his shaft, gaining even more energy from Yuta’s pleasure, but slowed again to see what he would do.

Expecting to be scolded, he simply brushed his fingers through your soft hair, pulling it back into hi fist and gripping it roughly. You already knew what he wanted, so instead of acting like a brat like most nights, you did as expected of you and began kissing up and down his shaft, licking intermittently. This earned you a small moan.

The more of him you took, the tighter his hold on your hair became, until you had taken as much of him as you could. You wrapped your hand around the base and began pumping again. Your cheeks hollowed and flattened out your tongue against his stiff cock. Your pace picked up, Yuta helping to bob your head on him until he was practically fucking your face.

He pushed your head up and down to his liking, taking you in every way he knew how. His cock began twitching against your tongue as you did the best you could to please him. His grip on your hair loosened suddenly and you glanced up at him, following his touch.

He lifted a finger, coaxing you back up from his cock. You obeyed, meeting him with your faces only inches apart. His index finger made its way down to your covered heat, brushing it lightly, making you squirm. He smirked up at you and seductively said, “Would you like to help me finish?”

It took a second to understand exactly what he is implying but you soon ended up climbing back onto his lap, straddling him under you and pushing him farther back onto the bed. Your slick permeating through your underwear as his hard cock is pressed close, only a single layer away.

You started to ride him slightly, soaking up any relief you could get. His finger still close to your core, Yuta slid your underwear aside, revealing your entrance.

You lifted yourself from his lap slightly, allowing him to align his member with you. He teased you, only pushing in the tip before pulling it out again. You whine with impatience, seeking the long-awaited pleasure of his cock inside you.

In one swift movement, Yuta snapped your hips down completely onto him. You let out a guttural moan escape your lips at the feeling of him filling you up. You could feel him stretching you out just a little, but nothing unfamiliar.

After sitting still for a second, allowing you to adjust, Yuta began bucking his hips up into you even deeper than you thought possible. You met his movements and bounced, intensifying every thrust.

His cock was pushing you over the edge, going in and out of your tight walls. You grew closer to your high with every thrust and you could tell Yuta was, too. His muscle started flexing and his cocked twitched inside you. Your moans were becoming louder, to the point that you knew for sure the other boys on the floor could hear.

Yuta loved showing everyone you were his. He loved pounding you so hard, they could hear it on all sides of the room. The knot in your stomach began to form, when Yuta sat up closer to you, pressing his warm lips against your neck and sucking harshly. He left several marks all the way from your jawline down to the edge of his sweatshirt.

He watched you bounce up and down with a fire in his eyes. He admired the marks he’d left around the collar, admired the collar itself and hard sexy it made you look.

“Yuta!” You yelled after one particularly rough trust. He could feel your walls tightening around him as he was reaching his own orgasm.

He dragged his long fingers up your body around your back and over every curved. He made his way up to your face, caressing it gently, before carefully wrapping them around your neck and giving it a good squeeze.

You let out a squeak in response, unable to hold back. His hand squeezed even harder the closer you got. In one final scream of his name, your orgasm washes over you, causing you to shake on top of Yuta, and lean your head back in ecstasy.

He showed his teeth at the beautiful sight of you, but his grip around your neck didn’t loosen. He keeps burying himself deep into you. You can’t hold your moans at the feeling of him pounding your sensitive pussy.

He became relentless, seeking his high with force, your moans fueling the fire within him.

He leaned his head back and let out several grunts before spilling his cum inside you. You moan out again, crying out his name as the sticky white substance coated your insides.

After riding out his high, his hand relaxed and your gasped for breath, letting the blood rush back to your head. You climbed off of him and collapsed next to him on the bed, the strength in your legs completely depleted. You could already feel the mix of fluids collection in your underwear, but you were way to tired to get up again.

Yuta, just as exhausted, simply looked to you with his sweet eyes and said, “Thank you for an amazing birthday.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” was all you could respond with before closing your eyes and falling asleep.

“I love you, too.” Yuta turned over and fell asleep cuddled up next to you.

[teenwolffanclub-me]

Movie Night

(Stiles Stilinski x Reader)

Request: Hey could I have a Stiles × reader where they are watching a horror movie. She enjoys horror movies but u know how Stiles would react while watching one..So she pranks Stiles and he gets mini heart attack and the reader gets into a laughing fit seeing his reaction..Somehow he finds out that she is ticklish and takes matters into his hands... something cute and little long. Thanks

Word count: 2,347

Warnings: so much fluff it’s nauseating

Notes: this is my first ever request so hopefully I did it justice!! I loved this concept so much & if any of you lovely people have something you want me to write for Stiles feel free to send your ideas my way!

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You snuggled up close to Stiles’ side on the couch, pressing play on the remote before setting it onto the coffee table that supported your crossed legs. It was your weekly movie night and you had finally convinced him to watch something scary.

You’d been dying to indulge in your love of horror films since fall began, and with Halloween now just around the corner, you were running out of time. Yes, you could technically watch them whenever you wanted, but it was always so much more satisfying during this time of year. 

Sadly, all your friends are babies. Every last one of them had refused your invitations. It wasn’t that you minded watching scary things alone, but seeing other people’s reactions was your favorite part of the experience. Finally, after a couple weeks of almost constant nagging, Stiles begrudgingly agreed. 

You were secretly elated that he’d been the one to give in, because he was your movie person. The two of you had kept your weekly date for two years now. It only made sense to do this with him. 

His rules were: the lights stay on, you have to warn him before scary parts, and you’d be watching any rom-com of his choosing right after.

You smiled to yourself as the movie started. You’d picked the scariest thing you could find, partially because it’d been so long since you were truly terrified of a film and you missed it, but also because you loved fucking with Stiles. He was already completely freaked out and the title page had barely disappeared.

He sat impossibly still beside you, staring at the screen with wide eyes. He was almost always on edge nowadays, and this whole thing was only exasperating the problem. Although everything on screen seemed peachy now, he knew it would take a turn for the worst when he least expected it.

Things like this always made his anxiety skyrocket. It’s why he tried so hard to avoid this very situation. He was honestly surprised it had taken you this long to force him into watching something other than your usual lighthearted flick. 

He’d already faced enough real monsters and demons to supply a lifetime of nightmares. The last thing he wanted was to spend his free time being scared, but he knew how happy it would make you to watch your favorite genre for once. Plus, he figured he owed you after you sat through Never Been Kissed three times in a row. It was only fair that he suffer a little bit too.

Stiles jumped with a quiet gasp when one of the characters popped out to playfully scare their brother, and you chuckled to yourself in amusement. You were going to have a blast watching him freak out at every little thing.

“This is awful.” He breathed from beside you, still stiff as a board. “There is literally nothing worse we could be doing on a Friday night.”

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics. “You mean like getting murdered by a supernatural creature?”

“At least that wouldn’t take two and a half hours.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest in annoyance.

You just smiled and returned your head to its resting place against his shoulder. You guys usually took turns picking a movie, but he’d put a firm “nothing scary” clause in your movie night agreement, so your options were always limited. 

Yes, the two of you had actually typed out a document when you started this freshman year. 

There were only a few important notes in it. Neither party could cancel under any circumstances—with the exception of a life threatening event—nothing scary, and no one else was invited. Friday nights were for you and Stiles, and the two of you only.

About forty minutes in, you knew there was a particularly bad jump scare coming, so you let your eyes slowly sweep up toward his face. You considered warning him, but decided it would be way more fun to watch his genuine reaction.

When it happened, he spazzed so violently that he launched the bowl of popcorn you’d both been munching on across the room. You erupted into a fit of laugher, clutching at your stomach as you replayed the horrified look on his face over and over in your mind.

“You were supposed to tell me!” Stiles shouted accusingly, his skin growing warm with embarrassment as he shoved himself off the couch to clean up. 

He was trying so hard not to let this movie get to him, but the actors were really convincing, and he was scared shitless. Tears were streaming down your face as you finally forced yourself to settle down after a couple of minutes. You wiped your cheeks clean with a sigh, still fighting a few lingering giggles.

“I just couldn’t resist.” You admitted breathily before joining him on the floor to help pick up the remainder of the snack.

Not a single surface in your living room had been spared. It was in the bookshelves on either side of the TV, between the couch cushions, and even floating inside your parents’ fish tank.

By the time you both sat back down, you remembered that something way worse was about to happen. A slow grin pulled at your lips as you came up with a brilliantly evil idea. You leaned forward to grab the plastic bowl off the coffee table and popped to your feet.

“I’m gonna go make some more.” You barely even had time to think about taking a step before Stiles’ hand jerked up to wrap around your wrist.

“Are you out of your freakin’ mind? You can’t leave me alone in here.” He looked up at you with big, pleading eyes, something he knew you couldn’t resist.

The thought of watching this movie by himself for even a few minutes had his heart sputtering in his chest. He knew he wouldn’t last thirty seconds without you. You glanced away from his face, feeling your resolve crumbling at the desperate gleam in his eyes. 

You had to go through with this. It was just too good. “Stiles, I’ll be in the next room. You can literally still see me.”

He glanced toward the kitchen, only a few feet away, needing proof despite the fact that he’d been to your house enough times to have the entire floorplan memorized. With a skeptical twitch of his eyes, he let your arm slowly slide out of his hold. You spun on your heel and grinned triumphantly, practically skipping away from him.

You took a few moments to find a new bag of popcorn and place it into the microwave, wanting your excuse to seem believable. After starting it, you turned around just in time to see Stiles peering at you nervously over his shoulder.

It wasn’t that he actually thought something would happen to you in the three minutes it took for the popcorn to cook, but this movie seemed so much worse without you beside him. You quirked an eyebrow expectantly as you braced your hands on the counter, and he hesitated before slowly turning around with a pout.

As soon as Stiles’ back was to you, you dropped into a crouch on the tiled floor, silently crawling toward the kitchen doorway. You leaned around the corner to check on him before continuing. 

He scratched at the side of his head and squinted one eye closed when the music on the TV became slow and suspenseful. That sound had literally never come before anything good. His right leg started bouncing anxiously as he silently prayed you would be back before whatever horror was about to happen.

His attention was firmly planted on the screen as he sat on the edge of his seat and fidgeted with his fingers. You made your way out of the kitchen and shuffled quickly toward the back of the couch. Just as you reached it, the microwave went off with a high pitched beep beep beep.

Stiles nearly jumped out of his skin, heart lurching up into his throat at the unexpected noise. 

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He muttered to himself, putting a hand to his chest in an effort to calm his ragged breathing.

The microwave went off again a moment later, since no one had opened the door yet, and he turned to look into the kitchen curiously. He wondered what was taking you so long as his eyes flickered over the room. A moment later, his brows furrowed in confusion when he saw that it was now empty.

“Y/N?” He moved up onto his knees and turned so he could see better.

You scurried around to the other end of the couch to avoid being caught and put a hand over your mouth, having way too much fun already as a few giggles threatened to expose you.

“Y/N, this isn’t funny...” Stiles’ voice was laced with panic as he made a move to stand up.

He had no idea what could’ve happened to you only a few feet away, but your lack of response was troubling. His stomach tightened as he peered into the kitchen without actually getting any closer. He was honestly terrified, the chilling music behind him doing nothing to make the situation better. 

You knew this was your moment.

“Boo!” You popped up onto your feet with a jerk and wiggled your fingers at him.

Stiles let out a loud scream, his face crumbling in pure horror as he clumsily scrambled as far away from you as possible. He tripped on his own feet and somersaulted over the couch armrest, landing on his ass with a bounce. He stared at you with wide eyes and parted lips, honestly surprised his heart was still beating.

Meanwhile, you were in complete hysterics. You were laughing so hard you had to gasp for breath as you doubled over and rested your hands on the other armrest. Stiles glowered, annoyed with himself for not expecting you to do something like this.

He pursed his lips, eyes twitching as you just kept going and going. After about a minute, he’d had enough. He practically lunged forward and grabbed you around the waist before pulling you onto the couch with him.

You yelped in shock, not expecting the quick move since you’d been too busy cackling at your own success. You settled down and blinked up at Stiles with wide eyes as you now lay beneath him, caged in by his legs on either side of your hips. His lips twitched into a frown and your found yourself glancing down toward them.

“That was so not funny.” He tried to look upset, but he could never actually stay mad at you. Plus, despite being the butt of that joke, it was a tiny bit funny.

“Oh, come on, it—” You suddenly broke into a fit of giggles as one of his hands brushed against your ribs.

His eyes widened in recognition as an idea popped into his head. His lips pulled into a slow, wicked grin. “Wait, are you ticklish?”

You instantly sobered up at his question. You’d gone this long without him finding out about that secret and you did not want him knowing now.

“No.” The word rushed from your lips a little too quickly, your eyes wide with apprehension.

He only gave you a brief moment to prepare before he attacked, both of his hands wrapping around your sides. His fingers wiggled against you quickly and you immediately dissolved into another round of uncontrollable giggling. Your back arched up off the couch in an effort to get away from the overwhelming sensation.

Stiles couldn’t help but smile earnestly down at you. In this moment, you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He decided right then that if your laughter was the only sound he could hear for the rest of his life, he’d still be a happy man.

“Say you’re sorry.” He demanded, watching joyful tears stream down the sides of your face.

Your hands clasped around his as you tried twisting free of his tight hold. “I-I’m so-rry!”

His grin only widened, loving the sight of you squirming beneath him as his fingers continued, unrelenting. “And you’ll never scare me again.”

“I’ll nev-never...scare...you a-again!” You gasped the words out, your stomach starting to ache as your muscles contracted repeatedly.

He stopped as suddenly as he’d started and you sagged against the couch with a heavy sigh of relief. Your heart was racing in your chest and it felt like you’d just done a ridiculous amount of sit-ups. Stiles smirked down at you triumphantly and pushed off the couch before offering a hand so you could pull yourself up.

Once you were both upright, he grabbed the remote and turned the movie off. You pouted a little, knowing there were still about thirty minutes left, but couldn’t even pretend to be surprised. You figured he’d be done after that. He quickly flitted through Netflix until he found what he wanted. 

You fell back with a groan as he clicked on one of his favorites: Clueless.

It wasn’t a bad movie. You actually enjoyed it the first five times you two had watched it. By now, though, you must’ve seen the damn thing at least a hundred. You could both quote the whole thing, something he was proud of while you were very much not.

“Payback’s a bitch.” He declared simply before discarding the remote somewhere on the floor. 

He leaned down on the couch and opened his arms expectantly. You rolled your eyes at the fact that he’d somehow gotten his way again, but didn’t hesitate to curl into his chest.

You chewed on your bottom lip to hold in a chuckle as the movie started, already plotting next years prank. You knew it would take at least that long to convince him into watching anything even remotely scary again.

You’d have to figure out a way to outdo yourself when the time came, and you were already looking forward to it.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

EARLY BIRD

Angel Reyes x Reader

Anon asked: could you write an imagine with angel Reyes in which you think he’s gonna break up with you because he’s been distant with you.

Word Count: 1.9k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @starrynite7114 ​ ✨

Author comments: I'm sorry it took me so long! I just needed some time away from my phone, 'cause I was feeling somewhat sick, but I'm back! I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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Another morning, waking up in an empty bed and the next side to yours totally cold. You snort turning your body above it, pulling your hair away from your forehead with a hand. There's any noise outside of the bedroom, the one you were supposed to share with Angel because, probably, he left the house stealthily some hours ago. You don't know what's going on. You don't know what's happening between you. And at any time you have tried to talk with him about it, he only says that everything is okay and you're just a little paranoid. You want to believe him. You really try with all your efforts, but there's a bunch of insecurities getting stuck inside your chest oppressing it, that doesn't let air through.

✉: “hey, early bird”

You haven't thought about it, grabbing your phone to know if he is still alive, leaving it on the pillow where your head is resting. Some minutes laters, when you're almost falling asleep again, the advice dings turning on the screen.

✉: “eh”

That's all. And he keeps saying that nothing has changed. For sure.

✉: “you free 2nig?”

✉: “i think so”

      “y?”

✉: “we could have a night in”

     “dinner and movie”

     “hang out for beers”

✉: “am into first”

✉: “k! 7? 8?”

✉: “8 good”

✉: “k! ily”.

✉: “back”

You know he's not going to come, but at least you try it.

When the night is about to fall down plunging Santo Padre into the darkness of the desert, you begin to set up ready in case a miracle happens. Putting the steaks you bought at pops, in the pan with some oil and salt over low heat, you leave the kitchen to change your clothes. Wearing nothing but his favorite shirt, you spread on your neck and collarbone that fruity and fresh perfume he loves the most. And picking up your hair in a ponytail, you walk barefoot back to the kitchen. It's flooded by the delicious smell of the meat cooking slowly, turning them to the other side when it's getting golden. Leaving the food in the background, you go next to the freezer checking that the cold beers are ready to be drinked. You have popcorn, candies and chocolate for later. Everything is on point, even if you don't have much faith that he's going to come.

You weren't wrong.

At half past nine you're sitting on the couch, eating the cold steak you cooked and drinking the third beer. Angel didn't answer any of your messages, nor your calls. So, after trying to contact him for almost one hour, you decided to have dinner alone.

Another night.

The desire to cry floods you with leaps and bounds, grabbing the last piece from the fork in a bad mood before leaving the dish on the table and drinking your beer till it's empty. You fall asleep on the sofa some minutes after with your eyes filled with tears.

Although the door closes silently, you open your eyes getting up, stretching once you sit up. Angel looks like shit, tired and upset with his hair made a mess. Noticing sideways that the sun is almost shining, you don't say anything when he's about to apologize. Leaving him alone with the word in his mouth. You don't even pick up dinner stuff, going back to bed and throwing away the shirt you're on to wear yours. Covering your head with the blankets, you can hear Angel's heavy steps following to the bathroom to get locked in. The water running down the shower.

A fist hitting the marble.

And finally, a weary snort when the mattress sinks a little next to you.

“I was arrested.”

No words from you. He knows you're awake. Once your eyes are opened, it's impossible for you to fall asleep again.

“I really wanted to spend last night with you, mi amor.”

Nothing.

You don't even move.

“I'm so sorry.”

You try to get up, pulling away the blankets tired of hearing bullshit. Not understanding why he just doesn't tell you it's all over, assuming he doesn't because he hates loneliness and no matter how much he despises you, that you're going to come back once and again like a beaten dog faithful to its master. He never was like that, he just changed from nothing. From being the loveliest man to a ghost in your life. Angel grabs your wrist, stopping you from leaving him alone, but you can't look at his face.

You can't fall again.

“Stay, please.”

“I needed you to stay a lot of times, and you weren't even here.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, you already said that.”

With a heavy snort being spitted by your lips, you sit on the edge of the bed rubbing your face with both hands. Getting up and holding your phone in a hand, you guide your feet to the door looking for some coffee in the kitchen, to serve it inside a big mug.

“Emily is back and I am just trying to save EZ's ass. I didn't see I was abandoning you.”

Sounds like an explanation, but you don't really care. This hole between you two isn't going to get closed with some apologies and some kisses. He's going to have to make it up to you.

Hard.

“And when I’m saying I’m sorry, it's because I'm really sorry (Y/N).” He takes three steps closer towards you, with his hands keeping down inside the pockets of his short sweatpants. “I fucking love you. Nothing and nobody could change that. I swear on my mom.”

You have a sip of your coffee, closing your eyes when he names his mother for the first time in that way.

“Listen, I got to be back at the scrapyard in four hours. But this afternoon we're gonna go to a place.”

“Which place?”

“You'll see. And I know you're gonna like it.”

“But?”

There's always a ‘but’.

“But first I have to pick up a buddy, I promise him that he could stay with us”.

“What the fuck, Angel?!”

You're drowning in coughs, leaving the cup to hit your chest with a palm.

“(Y/N), trust me, okay? You will love him.”

“You're a fucking jerk.”

“Mi amor, listen.” He grabs your forearm, stopping you. “Trust me”.

“I can't fucking trust you. Not today. Not after telling me you were fucking arrested, and now telling me you're gonna bring a ‘buddy’ to our fucking house without asking me.”

“You're gonna regret those words this afternoon.”

“Yeah, but for that, you have to be here and you're not gonna come.”

Letting go yourself, you walk away from him. You can't believe this is truly happening, getting worse as the minutes go by.

Driving through the desert, you don't know where the hell you're going, hoping he's not bringing you to Vicki's place because one of the girls needs to hide. Even if he talked to you about a guy. Angel is giving you the directions you have to take, making your blood boil whenever you ask him about it and he just smirks at you with that kind of smile you would like to punch out.

And yes, it's a surprise when you reach Grace's kennel. Frowning at him as you stop your car, you try to keep calm.

“Are you fucking kidding me? Am I a fucking joke to you, Angel?”

“What?”

“I'm not gonna fucking bring a junkie to my house!”

“We're n— We're not he—”. He can't even talk, breaking into laughs stirring on his seat. “Step out of the car, mi amor.”

“No! You know what? We're fucking done! I can't! I can't handle it!”

You're getting so nervous you don't know what you are saying. Collapsing. Exploding. But seems like the oldest Reyes doesn't give a fuck if you are on the verge of an anxiety attack, when he takes off your seat belt before grabbing the keys of your car. Angel doesn't say anything, getting out of it and walking to your side. After opening your door, he holds your hand pushing you into him. And you just let him do what he wants with you.

“You ok?” Grace asks you somewhat confused and worried, looking at your pale face. Pursing your lips, you shrug your shoulders.

Seems like you're in shock, not understanding anything that is going on around you while your boyfriend guides your steps to the backyard of the kennel. You find a big black dog lying on the ground with a plastic cone covering his head from his neck and some bandages on his paws and his tail. Tail that he begins to move full of happiness walking with some difficulties close to Angel.

“See, buddy?! I told ya I was coming back for ya'!” Your boyfriend squats towards the dog to hug him, whilst the animal is crying a little, stirring and trying to lick his face.

“What? What's that?” You point at the dog with a finger.

“I was driving on my way back home, and I saw a fuckig shithead dragging him by the paws with a bike. I was arrested because he ended up unconscious”.

Pursing your lips, you can't help but cry slightly bending over the floor and stretching a hand on air, just wanting that he can smell you to see you don't want to hurt him. The dog brings his snout closer, sniffing your fingers for some seconds taking two steps next to you. His tail starts to move again, imagine that he's also smelling Angel's scent on your clothes.

“Hey, buddy. Nice to meet you”. Using a soft and low tone, the dog shortens the distance licking your face without expecting. That makes you laugh loudly.

“I know you feel alone when I’m riding and he doesn't have a home.” Angel says, waiting for you to finish spinning the matter by yourself. “See? I knew you were gonna regret your words.”

“Ugh, shut up.” You growl, drawing a smile to your new friend with his head rested on your chest, as you caress one of his sides.

“Is he okay?” Your boyfriend asks Grace, getting up as he does, being followed by the dog.

The women nods.

“He's strong. But I'll give you some pills for pain, in case he complains. And you should change the bandages every day. Bring him back next week and I'll check him.”

“Done. How much do I own you, sweetheart?”

“Nothing. Just take him to his new home.”

“Thank you, Grace.” You say before hugging her tightly.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” She said then, nodding at her.

“So, what's his name?” You ask Angel, walking back to the car with the dog practically glued to your legs.

“Caco”. He answers holding your hand, leaving a kiss on the back of it.

“So, I'm assuming the place where we’re going next is a pet shop, to buy him a lot of things.”

“Shit, mi amor, I got fucking horny every time you show me how smart you are.”

[meltwonu]

Prompts #19 #8 #2 together with dom!seungcheol i still miss him 🥺

2. “I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

8. “Like what you see?”

19. “Take off your clothes.”

note; camgirl!reader, squirting, dirty talk u know it!! ahaaaaa altho this is for cheol, theres a bit of all the members in this i mean its a camshow kdjfhksjh also it took me 30 min to come up with usernames for everyone 😔also the format of this is long and i got too into this so the rest is under the cut! Thank you for requesting!! Enjoy!! 💕

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“Hmm, dom.cheol just wrote ‘Take off your clothes’, we’ll get to that soon! Just a few more donations and we can start the show!” The lace babydoll doesn’t do much to hide your figure from the camera but Seungcheol is impatient, his eyes flitting across his computer screen as he watches you.

kitty_junjun: aww, baby let us see you already!!

therealchan99: can I get a private show? :‘)

angelhan: if anyone’s getting a free show, wouldn’t it be dom.cheol?

Seungcheol smirks from behind his screen, licking his lips as he reads the comments on your stream. Your camgirl username was ‘cherry_clouds’ although that had nothing to do with your real name. You were his favorite camgirl and Seungcheol was a constant viewer; always active in the chat and always generous with his donations. He donated money, toys, and clothes whenever he could and you were extremely appreciative for him.

“dom.cheol getting a free show? Maybe… hehe, oh! We just hit the minimum for the show, guess we can start now!” You flash the cam a sweet smile, fingers playing with the lace of the sheer babydoll. “Like what you see? This cute little number was donated to me by dom.cheol! Thank you so much!”

dom.cheol: you’re welcome sweetheart, now why don’t you give us what we’re waiting for?

“Hmm, okay~ I think you’ve all waited long enough… and if I’m being honest… there was another gift in the package dom.cheol sent…” You push your keyboard away from you on the bed as you lean back, spreading your legs so that the camera can get a clear shot of your wet panties. “These vibrating panties were on this whole time since I started, I’m so wet and so sensitive, I could cum already~” Your voice is airy, sweet sighs escaping you as you reach for the remote tucked under a nearby pillow.

universe_WZ: fuck, look at that. You’re already soaking

alphagyu97: please tell me you’re selling those panties afterwards??

dom.cheol: turn up the vibration level baby, I know you can take it.

You obey, setting it to the highest level before you cry out, grinding down into the bed sheets underneath you.

dom.cheol: cum for me.

Seungcheol watches you come apart, legs snapping shut as you cum from the intense vibrations. The sound of coins clinking sounds off in the background as you catch your breath, sliding the soaked fabric down your legs. You take your time with removing your lace babydoll, giving your viewers a show as you toss it off to the side. Seungcheol palms himself through his sweats as he leans back in his computer chair, eyes fixated on your body.

“I have two~ more toys to play with… ‘m really sorry guys, I have a short show tonight! I have some business to take care of afterwards, hope that’s okay?” You pout at your camera, fingers twirling around a lock of hair.

artist8hao: don’t worry about it, doll! We’re happy to see you any chance we get!

tangerine_kwan: agreed! Don’t apologize!!!

chwenon: wait i’m with alphagyu97 are you selling those panties???

hoshi_tiger_xx: actually yea, thirded? Are u sellin those?

Seungcheol can’t help but eye roll at the comments. Sometimes he wishes it was really just you and him, but he also knew there were boundaries. You never offered private shows and you never sold any of your used panties, as much as your viewers seemed to want them. But he watches you pull out your favorite dildo and your hitachi, both also gifts from him, as you set them down in front of you.

“In my last show, I think it was sleepy_wonu who asked if I could, um, try squirting if I had the chance so I figured I would try since it’s a short show today! I wanna treat you all~”

sleepy_wonu: holy shit she just menbtioned me skjkh move over dom.cheol!!!

xcaliburDK: yikes don’t get too cocky there buckaroo

gentleman_josh95: wait did u say squirt

“Yes! I wanna try it tonight… Think I can? My body is already sensitive from cumming once~”

Seungcheol slides a hand past the band of his sweats and underwear, wrapping his fingers around his hard cock. He shimmies the fabric down, freeing his cock from its confines as he pumps himself. Reaching over, he uses his free hand to type a quick reply.

dom.cheol: lets see that pretty little pussy get wet, baby.

Giggling, you grab a bottle of lube off camera, plopping back down onto your bed. “Ok~ let’s get started~!”

universe_WZ has donated $100

angelhan has donated $50

dom.cheol has donated $450

“Thank you~ Hmm, ah, I’m still so wet… do you think I can take two fingers already?”

alphagyu97: yes god yes yes

kitty_junjun: bet you could take 3 with how wet u r ;)

Pouring a little bit of lube on your fingertips, you start with one finger, pumping the digit until you realize it’s not enough, quickly adding another finger into your tight hole. “A-ah, mmh, feels so good, I want more~” You whine, grinding into your own palm as you reach for the dildo. You continue to finger yourself, adding a third digit as you pop the lid on the lube, squirting some onto the dildo as you warm it up with your free hand.

“I really can’t wait anymore, I wanna be fucked so badly~”

Seungcheol pumps his cock, precum leaking from the tip as he watches you remove your fingers and instead position yourself over the dildo. You sink down onto it, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the dildo bottoms out inside of you. You start to bounce on it, fucking yourself onto it as Seungcheol tries to stave off from cumming too soon.

“A-ah, d’you wanna k-know, hah, a secret?”

therealchan99: oh god yes

xcaliburDK: yessssssss

“Mmh, sometimes wh–when I’m fuckin’ myself on this dildo, I imagine it’s dom.cheol’s cock filling me up. It’s so big, but I bet he’s so much bigger~ He could probably make me cum just from sitting on his cock~ Ah, and then he’d probably fill me up with his cum and I’d be so full of it~ I’d make him watch all the cum spill down my legs and then let him scoop it up and fuck it back into me~ Mmh, I’ve never wanted someone to fuck me this badly~”

sleepy_wonu: b r u h 

hoshi_tiger_xx: yoooooooo

chwenon: imma pretend u said my name instead

If Seungcheol wasn’t already heated before, he could feel his blood turn into lava as he fucks up into his hand; your words spurring him on. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to his orgasm as you continue to fuck yourself on the dildo, a free hand reaching for the hitachi next to you.

dom.cheol has donated $600

dom.cheol: fuck, sweetheart, let’s see it, fuckin wet this cock for me like a good girl

You turn on your hitachi, settling it to the highest setting before placing it against your clit. You let out a small scream, opting to grind down onto the dildo instead as you cum hard. The sound of rapid fire donations hits your ears but you don’t let up, keeping the hitachi against your clit as you maneuver yourself onto your back, giving the camera a clear shot of your filled pussy. Your legs threaten to clamp shut but you fight the urge, using a hand to pump the dildo in and out as your other hand presses the hitachi harder into your clit.

“I’m gon–gonna cum again fuck, fuck..!!”

Seungcheol jerks his cock faster, wanting to cum at the same time as you. He moves his hands in time with you fucking the dildo into yourself as he cums, biting his lip hard to hold in his noises. On screen, you cum right after he does, back arching off the bed as the dildo is forced out of you, clear liquid spraying and wetting the bed sheets underneath you. Your grip on the hitachi loosens but you keep it to your clit until the overstimulation starts to bite, small whines and cries leaving you as you turn it off and catch your breath.

tangerine_kwan: i think i have died

artist8hao: i…please tell me we can pay for this content to be reuploaded

gentleman_josh95: seconded, please god that was so hot

You lay there for a moment, letting the sound of donations keep going for a minute or two before you attempt to sit up. Seungcheol, alone in his room, sits with his hand still firmly around his cock, streaks of cum already drying on his shirt.

“Mmm, I’m so sleepy you guys~ That really wiped me out… How did I do? I’m soaked now~”

universe_WZ: i would d word for u

artist8hao: i literally came when you did and I’m already ready for a second round

chwenon: me too, fuck

dom.cheol: I think you killed me, sweetheart.

You let out a tired giggle, slumping forward into the camera. “Aww, ‘m sorry~ I Just wanted to show my appreciation~ And again I’m sorry that I had to have such a short show! I wanted to make it worth it, y’kno?” You read a few more comments, thanking your viewers for supporting your show as always.

“Okay~ I think I gotta go now everyone! I gotta go clean up! Thank you again for watching! Love ya!”

Seungcheol watches as you blow a kiss to the camera, waving once more before the stream cuts off. He sighs out of tiredness, sending one last donation of $500 before he exits your page for the night. Checking his account, he notices a tiny ‘1’ over the messages logo, brow quirking in curiosity. He clicks on it, heart racing when he sees the singular ‘cherry_clouds would like to send you a message!’ in his inbox.

Seungcheol feels the air leave his lungs as he reads your message, quickly pulling up a reply window as his eyes flit over the message for the 3rd time.

“Hi dom.cheol!

I just wanted to thank you for your constant support for me~ I’d be nowhere without you~! I’ve been thinking it over and I know I don’t really do private shows or anything… but I would really be interested in doing one for you, free of charge for my biggest supporter! If you’re interested, I’d love to hear back from you! I’m free right now actually, maybe we can even cam and get to know each other better? ;) Hope to hear from you soon! xx cherry_clouds”

[demonwifey]

Ok, so we know that beej is a limby boi (with the invisible reprise scene) so maybe a headcanon about just cuddling/spooning and the multiple legs and arms come to play? I thought that since a lot of us are quarantined we’re pretty touch starved (take whatever route you want with it 😊)

Hey guys! I had a lot of fun writing these headcanons. I also got inspired even more by this commission @beetlebitties did for me a while back (check out her Beetlejuice art, it’s amazing btw). Hope you guys enjoy!💜🖤💚

Beetlejuice x fem!reader +  a small AMAB reader part as well

Warnings: Cursing, NSFW (18+) later on, mentions of heavy bruising

Word count: 2,129

SFW 

Beetlejuice never hid the fact that he could sprout extra limbs from his body, and in different places as well. Whenever he was around, he would always use them to try and freak you out.

The first time was when you were cooking dinner. You went to open one of the cabinet doors in the kitchen when a black and white sleeved arm popped out and waved at you. You jump and yelp before hearing Beetlejuice laugh in the distance behind you. What a jerk, you thought. 

But when Beej started to hang around on the regular, you got used to them. Even started using them for your own gain. 

How many times had you asked Beej to use one of his extra arms to grab the remote after it slid too far to reach under the couch? A lot. There were even times when he’d watch you struggle to reach under the couch before offering to help. 

He liked staring at your ass and listening to you curse while trying to reach the remote. Yes, he tried to deny it when you caught him staring. 

“I was trying to get a far sighted view...for the remote.” 

“Just shut up and help, Beetlejuice.” 

He was always using his extra limbs to make you laugh too. Balancing different items on each hand, while simultaneously trying to walk around with 8 different legs. Even if he made a mess on your living room floor, you were still hunched over laughing. Didn’t matter if you had a bad day or not, he just wanted to be the one to make you smile. 

Beetlejuice was a jokester but it became even more evident when you were playing video games or watching a movie together. 

Video games: Beej would presumably have both hands on his own controller. But not even 10 minutes later you would feel a random hand messing with yours while you tried to play. Immediately looking down you saw the extra arm coming from his side. Just before you could yell at him to stop, the extra hand would start tickling your side. Unable to concentrate and play correctly, you immediately lost the round.

“Beej, you fucking cheater!” You tried to play angry but couldn’t as another arm grew on the cushion next to you and tickled your other side.

“What’s that, babes? I can’t hear you! You’re laughing too hard!” He mocks while laughing along with you. 

Watching a movie: Obviously you’re an adult. You’ve watched plenty of movies with nudity and sex scenes in them. So now you’re watching a movie with Beej laying his head on your lap. All of a sudden two of the characters started to roughly yank each other’s clothes off. Just before the woman could unclasp her bra, you felt two hands suddenly cover your eyes. If they weren’t covered, you probably would’ve rolled them. 

“Really, Beej?” You asked while throwing your hands up. 

“Sorry, doll. Gotta protect your innocence.” You heard him snicker. 

“Innocence? B, this is my fourth time watching this.” That’s when the hands quickly zipped away. Replacing them was Beetlejuice’s face only inches away from your own. His smirk was way too suggestive for your liking.

“Well, If you’ve seen it 4 times, maybe you could show me how this scene ends. Whaddya say, dollface?” You felt one of his regular hands gently rub your thigh. You gave him your own cheeky smile. 

“Hmm, or maybe you can be a good boy and watch for yourself.” You got closer, making your noses practically touch before using a free hand to push his face away from yours. This caused the green haired demon to fall backwards onto the floor. A loud thud echoed through the house while he looked back up at you with a hint of annoyance on his face. 

Cuddling was always a staple in your relationship with Beetlejuice, before and after you two made it official. 

Although he would never admit it, Beetlejuice loves being the little spoon. You found this out after one night when he was practically buzzing in your arms while you held him from behind, rubbing his stomach in gentle circles. 

“Hey, Beej...are you alright?” 

“Y-yeah. Why do y-ou ask, babes?” 

“Well, for one your whole body is, quite literally, steaming and it feels like you’re vibrating a little bit.” 

He was trying to babble out an answer but once you actually noticed his hair was beaming hot pink, you caught on. You silenced him by giving him gentle kisses on his back while continuing the circles on his stomach. 

It didn’t really matter to you. You loved holding Beej all the time. But Beetlejuice was always the one to return the favor. 

Whenever you were holding him, you’d feel two extra arms wrap around you from behind. You only giggled, knowing Beetlejuice was just trying to be fair, even though he didn’t need to be. It soon became normal when you guys were cuddling for him to use his extra limbs on you. Almost like he was doing it out of habit. 

You felt extra arms wrap around you. An extra leg sitting between yours so you could have something to wrap them around. Your favorite was when he’d have extra hands playing in your hair or fingers tracing circles on your body. 

His favorite was when you held one of his extra hands. He’d be laying on top of you with his head resting on your chest. Both of his arms would be wrapped around you but his extra limbs would still appear out of his back. Without even needing to be told, you would reach up to grab one of the hands and use your thumb to rub it gently. 

The moan he let out when you did this didn’t go unnoticed. 

Getting out of bed was never easy with his extra arms. You would be laying on top of him and as soon as you tried to get up, an extra arm would snake around your back and hold you down. Even if you laughed and tried to wiggle out of it, two more would come to hold you down again. 

“B, come on. I gotta pee.” You’d plead. You only feel two more arms grip your thighs. “Ugh, Beeeeeej.” 

Being the little shit he is, he only chuckled and gave your ass a light tap before cozying up back into your chest. 

NSFW

There were days when cuddling with Beej was innocent, and then there were days when it wasn’t. 

One time you both were laid out on the couch. You sat up slightly with your back on the arm rest. Beetlejuice was laying with his back on the couch and his head on your stomach. Your legs were wrapped a little around his sides. You were gently combing your fingers through his hair while his hands were rubbing up and down your thighs. 

It was pretty peaceful to the point when you were almost dozing off. That’s when you saw an extra arm come out at the side of you. Finally it reached the hem of your shirt slyly making its way under. You didn’t get a chance to register the cold temperature of his palm before his fingers started squeezing your nipple. 

You can’t help the soft moan that comes out. The little shit then moves his head back to look up at you, a flirty smile taking over his face. 

“You starting something, Beej?” You asked while letting one of your hands run down to undo the first button of this shirt. 

“Only if you promise to finish it, doll.” You felt the extra hand under your shirt pull a little harder. Stopped and actually thought for a second, before leaning your head against the side of the couch. 

“Well, I would but I’m kinda tired. You might have to do all the work.” Not even a second later was he sitting up in front of you. His hair practically lit up the room as it started flashing and fading into different shades of pink. The look of arousal on his face was both turning you on and scaring you.

“Oh, babycakes. You know how much I love it when you let me take control.” He said, practically growling from his own arousal. He quickly scooped you up bridal style and rushed to your bedroom. And he said take control, he really meant it. 

You were used to Beej using his extra limbs during sex but this time he went all out. You didn’t even have to lift a finger. When he took off your clothes, two hands lifted your shirt up and two more pulled your shorts down. He leans down to give you a deep kiss when you feel two hands holding your cheeks and running through your hair. Then a different pair of hands started feeling and squeezing your breasts gently. You couldn’t help but let out a moan at the contact mixed with the feel of his tongue making its way in your mouth.   

You started losing count of how many hands and arms were wrapped around you as he finally pounding into you. The most noticeable hand was slowly rubbing up and down on your clit.

That combined with his hands everywhere else? Were you on the peak of over stimulation? Practically. 

“Beej~ Oh~ Slow down or I’m gonna be cumming, ah~, in no time.” Trying to find any one of his arms to grip on. Without warning, you felt two of his hands reach down to grip your thighs and push them up. Basically having you on full display. 

Was he drooling? Yes. The beautiful sight of his favorite breather being wrapped in his, never ending, arms and on the edge of cumming around his dick. How could he not drool? 

“Babes, no need to worry. This is far from over.” He chuckled. You only moaned louder as some of his drool fell on top of your clit and he pushed in deeper. 

So now you couldn’t help it. Beetlejuice got you hooked on his extra limbs during sex. It wasn’t your fault. He was just too good at using them. And when he caught on to how much you liked them, he never gave you a break. Ever. 

You’d be in the shower and suddenly there was a random arm coming out of the wall in front of you. You didn’t have a chance to get scared as reached down to start fingering you.

OR    

(for my AMAB readers) Imagine you're on the couch, minding your business. When suddenly you feel a hand palming at the crotch of your pants. You didn’t argue as you felt it slip its way under your pants and underwear to pull your dick out. You’re squirming and moaning as the hand pumps you slowly. 

“How’s that feel, babes?” You almost jump as Beej’s voice creeps from behind you, but are quickly distracted as his thumb runs over your tip. You can’t even answer as he’s got you too caught up in your own pleasure. 

“Fuck~ Beej. Yeah~, just like that.” You moan out.

Everything involving Beej’s extra limbs makes him 100 times more excited. He’d never got to use his supernatural powers on a breather if he wasn’t scaring them. And here you were almost loving it more than him. Almost. 

His favorite time to use them is when you were riding him.

You’re on top and he’s got arms around your back holding you firmly while he bounds into you. Two hands are on your chest and more gripping your thighs and ass. 

So bruises and marks were already bad with Beej. But now with quadruple hands gripping you all over, it looked like your body had been run over by a truck. Not that you minded. 

Half the time you would catch Beej starting while you changed clothes. He had a habit of doing so anyway, but now he was eager to see the marks he left all over you. All you hear is a long whistle coming from your bed. 

“Have I told you how breathtakingly sexy you look, doll?” You rolled your eyes at him. 

“Yes, only 100 times a day. Sheesh, I look like I’ve gone through 10 rounds in a boxing ring.” You said while looking at the red marks around your hips and thighs. Beetlejuice quickly stood up and wrapped him around you. The smirk on his face was nothing but mischievous. 

“Well, if you want. We can go 10 more rounds right now.” He whispered while planting kisses on your shoulder. You didn’t even get to answer before he started nibbling on one of the bruises causing you to let out a slight gasp.

Thanks so much for reading!💜🖤💚

[yandere-sins]

Intoxicated

Lovely commission for @lesbiansportsanime! Thank you so much for commissioning me, it was awesome working with you ♥

Characters: Yandere!Dabi x Ryusaki Yuuma (Toyhouse here, please check out this awesome OC!) Warnings: Yandere, Drugging, Kidnapping, Alcohol

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The vibrations of the electric bass embraced him the second he stepped through the door. It was too loud to hear the metal fall back into its lock, but the moment it did, Dabi felt as if he was caught in a vacuum, the verberation of the sound running through bones and muscles, as well as the staples holding his skin together. To him, loud music always was like an annoying visit at the doctor's; a tearing and mauling at his whole being, but he appreciated the effect of drowning out his thoughts with it just like he appreciated sedation before getting operated on. 

With his eyes focused forward, he navigated the dark hallway towards the center of the club where the action was happening. Dabi didn't want to get caught in people's stares, having no business with the curious onlookers. He had a mirror at home. He knew how he looked, but he wasn't there to ruin anyone's day, and it wasn't Halloween either, so he didn't bother convincing anyone that he was as bad as he seemed. Especially not with there being not one innocent soul visiting the night club, so it wasn't like he was misplaced in there. Neon lights were the only thing illuminating the place occasionally, spotlights projecting them onto the ground in circles and sways, much like the moving bodies on the dancefloor. 

Green, Blue, Purple. Those colors were all he could see, aside from the occasional white shirt. All around him, people were trying to forget about the shitty week that laid behind them, but Dabi couldn't be bothered to even recognize their faces in the dark mass. Everyone here only came for a few reasons: Drink and dance their night away with what the club had to offer. Perhaps have an intimate encounter that wouldn't be as meaningful anymore in the morning as they painted it out to be with their intoxicated minds.

However, at least for Dabi, there really was an actual meaning to his visit.

He touched his coat, falling over his chest right above his heart, and felt the stiff resistance waiting for him there in the form of a box sitting in the inside pocket. Luckily, his clothes weren't a tight fit, or someone may have already noticed the small bulge and tried to ask about what he could offer. Getting high quickly and forget their worries was all those people cared about. They weren't aware that Dabi wasn't selling any kind of drugs to them that would take them up to the heavens, but rather, down below. 

Unbothered by the bodies bumping into him, letting out annoying cheers and sloppy singing, he pushed through the dancers, making his way towards the polished counter of the bar. One glance at him was enough to make people back away, no matter how upset they were that Dabi interrupted their special dance moves. Thus he was quickly able to reach his goal without interruptions. Still, not without him thinking about how much nicer it was, that he didn't have to walk through so many annoyances every time he came to visit, though. 

Patrons leaning against the bar moved away with disgusted looks, making space for the villain who gladly took the free room to assert himself at the counter. It wasn't like Dabi was forcing anyone away. It also wasn't his business that he was losing by scaring away the chatty drinkers, so their reactions merely put a smile on his face, making even the most stubborn stud scramble away in fear. It might have been the most terrifying expression they had ever seen, despite Dabi being in a relatively good mood. 

He was quickly recognized by one of the bartenders - a newbie he assumed, with a neckline too deep for someone who served drinks out of passion - who gave him a hesitant, frightened look before approaching. Dabi merely shook his head as she asked what he wanted, and he could watch her shoulders fall in relief that she'd not have to serve him. Instead, he pointed at her co-worker, who was tending to the customers on the other end of the bar. 

"Yuuma?" she asked. Her voice was meek and mellow, nothing you'd expect in such a loud environment. Perhaps it was her hook to appear cutesy and gain more tips, but it didn't impress Dabi at all. Thankfully she leaned close enough, having her bosom squeeze onto the neatly polished countertops, so even he was able to hear her. "Be a doll and call him," Dabi requested, still smiling as if he had no care in the world, adding a briefly considered, "--and a drink. Something rough."

Hesitant at first, she leaned back before raising her finger as to say, "One moment, please," and took off like a race car. Speed was apparently her skill, Dabi figured, after all that she lacked in customer service. However, what a good girl she was, running right up to her superior, pulling him away from taking an order as if lives depended on it. Dabi watched her lips move, and Yuuma's brows wrinkle as he probably tried to make out what she was saying through the noise, glancing up only as she pointed into the villain's direction. With a playful wave, Dabi made sure the young bartender's eyes would find him despite the neon lights moving left and right, and it was a delight to see Yuuma's eyes widen as he finally spotted his customer.

Ushering her to take over the orders he was doing, Yuuma marched - menacingly so, how Dabi experienced it - into his direction, not even looking as he pulled one of the bottles out of the lit open cabinets at the back of the bar, taking it with him. Snatching a glass from under the counter, it certainly wasn't careful how Yuuma placed it in front of him, but the loud bang fit in perfectly with the music. Whatever he poured for Dabi, he did so quickly, to the point it slopped out of the glass again, making Dabi grin a little more.

"You? In one piece?" was the first thing Yuuma threw at him as he leaned in for a talk. 

"I always knew you liked me better when I bleed," Dabi chuckled back, taking the glass from the bartender. The pungent smell of alcohol stung in his nose, but the drink he was handed was as good as anything on his tongue. It tasted all the more delicious since Yuuma served it to him. 

Yuuma scrunched up his nose at the statement, the nights spent patching up Dabi having left a sour taste on his memories. Not like it was the villain's fault per se, but Yuuma probably saw more disgusting insights on Dabi's body than Dabi was aware of. Regaining his composure, Yuuma only shook his head lightly as Dabi took another sip of his drink, their conversation fading out with the electro beats booming all around them.

Still, Dabi caught the nervous glance Yuuma threw to the sides, not bothering with counting how many patrons replied with their uncertainty in return. "It's weird you'd come at this time. You usually- well, you never come this early. There isn't a shipment today either, is there?"

The neon lights shining into Yuuma's green eyes reflected a visible discomfort, even though Dabi could barely understand why. It wasn't like he was the only bad guy in this whole club, yet, Yuuma seemed to get cautious now that he was around. However, being stared at by a lovely face like Yuuma's, Dabi wasn't even complaining over the wrinkled forehead despite knowing he was in for a scolding. 

"Can't I just come to enjoy some... Well..." Dabi cheered the glass in his hand into Yuuma's direction, shoulders shrugging. Thinking of adding, "... and seeing you?" to his words, Dabi bit back the flirt, even though he couldn't keep the corners of his mouth from jerking upwards.

"No… Yes- I mean--" Watching as Yuuma fidgeted for words before sighing, pressing his fingers into his forehead as if he was counteracting a headache, Dabi couldn't help but feel the bubbling emotions in his stomach. Looking at Yuuma was to Dabi what looking at puppies was to some people. He could put on the most serious, I-am-the-doctor-and-you-are-the-patient face, and Dabi still found joy in the many emotions showing that Yuuma wasn't even aware of. 

"Not sure if you used a mirror lately, but your looks are downright scary, man," he reminded the villain, and Dabi could barely keep himself from beaming a smile in his direction. Of course he knew the true intentions behind Yuuma's words. Still, Dabi neither was superficial nor very interested in other people's opinions, so he chose a reply that would be more beneficial to both of them.

"Thanks, I thought I looked really handsome today too. That makes two of us then~"

Driving his free hand through his hair and brushing it back for a better look at him, Dabi let the tease sit in with Yuuma first, the bartender's brows raising in confusion before his expression sunk in annoyance. If Dabi imagined it strongly enough, he believed he saw a slight flustered shine on Yuuma's cheeks, though it would be hard to prove with the insufficient lighting in the club. Had it been any other situation, Yuuma might have bit back with an appropriate reply, but with an arm raising nearby the two, his attention on Dabi was momentarily distracted, reminding him he couldn't stand around for too long and do nothing.

Dabi merely acknowledged the shifting focus of his favorite bartender by taking another sip from his glass, unhappy that their flirting was interrupted. Clinking the glass on the counter, it drew Yuuma's attention back, his face instantly becoming more serious while Dabi let him know quietly he wanted a refill, which Yuuma complied to reluctantly. 

"You can't stay here," Yuuma finally pressed out. It was the more polite way of saying 'Get the fuck out', but Dabi appreciated the sentiment he felt as Yuuma tried to treat him nicely. After all Dabi did for him and the money the villain spent on Yuuma's little side business, he still had the manners to not anger his customers no matter how pesky Dabi was. It was almost too much for Dabi's ashen heart to see how hard it was for Yuuma to juggle being respectful, the stress of bartending all night, and the annoyance over Dabi's presence. Usually, Yuuma was such a composed, snarky little medic with no bedside manner, and Dabi adored him for it. But this certainly was refreshing, and Dabi could barely wait to experience more new sights of his darling Yuuma.

"My presence bothering you much?" he asked teasingly, grabbing his glass and taking a step back from the counter. "Can't be helped then. I don't want you to lose your job just because you can't get away from me. You don't mind if I wait in the back, right? You're going to close up soon anyway, and I got to talk to you."

"H-Hey!" Yuuma yelled after Dabi, who turned around without waiting for an answer. Passing by the patrons lined up at the counter, he saw Yuuma trying to catch his attention from the corner of his eyes and chose to ignore him rather than confront. Dabi immensely enjoyed being able to witness his usually so stoic and often tired little medic all lively, and even a bit riled up, deciding in that very moment that he made the right decision to come in when the club was still booming. It was different and not as intimate as the patch-up dates they had before, but he liked it nonetheless.

Taking a surprised, sharp breath, Dabi had to balance out the alcohol swapping from one side to the other as his shirt suddenly got grabbed, turning him around. Yuuma's expression was almost furious. Absolutely adorable even. Dabi didn't know he could slip out of the bar that quickly, but it was a pleasant surprise to come face to face with Yuuma. 

"Don't do anything stupid," he hissed as he reached for Dabi's free hand, slapping the keys to the backdoors into it. "And don't touch anything."

"Gotcha," Dabi agreed, letting the keyring dangle from his finger. He had expected it to be a little bit more extravagant, but perhaps he had overestimated Yuuma's taste when it came to key accessories, only two keys and a small flask-like trinket dangling from it. "Touch everything and wreak havoc. I won't disappoint."

And with that, Dabi was gone, leaving behind a Yuuma who already regretted letting the villain enter his more or less private quarters.

The moment he stepped through the backdoor, the music volume toned down. Not enough to disappear, but at least to hear his own thoughts again. So far, so good, he told himself, marching down the small hallway. There weren't too many doors, just a walk-in fridge, the locker room for the employees, and the much-anticipated storage room Yuuma used for himself, next to the back exit at the end of the hallway. Dabi chose to wait where Yuuma would probably expect him to go anyway - his room.

Setting down his drink on top of the dresser to his right, he approached the make-shift bed first, plopping down onto the old, saggy mattress. He made it. He actually made it. Not like Dabi had an underlying suspicion that his plan would fail so early on, but gaining access to the back was still an achievement to him. Only once before had Yuuma allowed him entrance to this place, but now, Dabi had made his way back here. Laying his head to the side, he eyed the pillow, letting his fingers reach out to it. He pulled it towards him, held it in front of his chest, squishing the soft material inside. 

It was tempting him. It really was. 

Bringing it up to his face, Dabi muffled himself in the fabric, taking a deep breath. He imagined how Yuuma slept on this pillow every night, happy to smother his stress and worries in it for a few hours of sleep in return. Taking another deep inhale, he wanted to believe that the smell filling his nose and lungs was that of Yuuma, and not just this damp little room. At least, it was the closest he ever came to his little medic in terms of intimacy, so he wasn't very picky. 

Reluctantly, he put the pillow aside again, tossing it recklessly on top of the folded blanket. Not like he wanted to upset Yuuma by throwing around his objects, but at the same time, Dabi was one step ahead. It wasn't like Yuuma would need this pillow anymore, in a long, long time. Standing up again, Dabi came to a halt in front of a rather large dresser. Of course, he'd be good. He promised that. Dabi knew how much Yuuma was attached to all the vials and medicine he had, so at least the chemistry set on top of the dresser was something Dabi would refrain from touching.

Everything else, however, was fair game.

Pulling open the first drawer, Dabi expected the clothes arranged inside. It had a subtle order, but even though Yuuma tried, it was clear that he wasn't as careful when pulling out things, causing the clothes to be wrinkled and muddled. Browsing through the few shirts and hoodies Yuuma owned, Dabi pulled out one that caught his eyes, a black tank top with the font "dumbasses don't interact" in capital letters written on the front. Peculiar, but Dabi liked that. Cramming it into his coat pocket, he decided he'd ask Yuuma to wear that at a later point in time. Under… better conditions.

Below that drawer was another one containing various things from underwear and socks to some personal items. With delighted amusement, Dabi explored this drawer, very interested to see what kind of items the rather minimalistic Yuuma would hold on to, but of course, the luring of the underwear came first. Aside from mismatched socks, Dabi let out a chuckle as he felt lace beneath his fingertips, very happy to latch onto this feeling. Forth came black briefs, partly translucent from the lace, and Dabi was smitten with his find. Who'd known that his usually so casual Yuuma would own something so daring? 

That was definitely another keeper, he decided, pushing it down the other coat pocket. Dabi was about to give his attention to the items on the right side of the drawer next when his ears perked up. All of a sudden, the drumming beats inside the club shut off, and it got quiet. He couldn't have been in this room for long. Sure, he had taken his time with everything he did, but it had barely been a few minutes. Yet, without the beat of the music hammering in the back of his head, Dabi knew the club was closing down. It wouldn't be long now until Yuuma returned, especially not when he knew Dabi was here waiting for him.

Making haste, Dabi finally pulled out the small box he had hid on the inside of the coat. The silver box resembled the ones Yuuma used to sell his drugs, but the pills inside were different from those that enhanced quirks. Fishing for his glass, Dabi took a big swig, making it look like he had been drinking calmly while he waited. Still, he left enough to share it with his hardworking friend. 

Giving the burning alcohol a second to stop hurting his tastebuds, Dabi had to pinch his eyes close as it took it's sweet time to disappear. For someone who liked to play with fire as much as Dabi did, it was almost funny to experience the burns on his tongue and down his throat, but he shook his head quickly, hoping it would lessen the experience after all. Fiddling with the box in one hand, he opened it, reaching for one of the pills inside. Over the glass, he twisted open the capsule, discarding it inside the box once it was empty. Even if it didn't matter, he wasn't into leaving more evidence than necessary.

Mixing the contents inside the glass with one another by swirling around the alcohol, Dabi almost had to laugh about the irony. The pill dealer getting drugged seemed ironic to the villain, despite this having been the plan from the very beginning. In some way, Yuuma had it coming for him. Even if he had rather good intentions, he just had to take the wrong path that would lead him to people like Dabi. That wasn't something he was going to get out of ever again, so now it was up to Dabi to help him out. After all, the longer he stayed in the business, the more likely it was that Yuuma would end up hurt or with someone much worse than just the fire-loving sociopath. 

That was something Dabi would never be able to accept.

He had assumed that Yuuma would show up any second from now on, but it surprised Dabi nonetheless when the door suddenly got pulled open, Yuuma's grim-looking face appearing in the doorframe. He must have really hurried, a thought that made Dabi's heart skip a beat. Dabi barely had enough time to hide the silver box in his pocket again. Still, not wanting to raise Yuuma's suspicion, he quickly slipped it into his coat pocket, trying to look as innocent as possible. Finally alone with him, Dabi smiled a sincere, joyful smile, welcoming him with a merry, "Welcome home!" 

"So, what's your reason for showing up?" Yuuma asked, coming right to the point. He passed by Dabi, shoving the second drawer that wasn't shut entirely after Dabi had to hurry, close. If Yuuma knew he had been going through his stuff was a puzzle to the villain, but Yuuma didn't question it, and Dabi didn't persist in knowing that yet. 

"Been a long day, huh?" he avoided his question, holding out his drink to Yuuma. "Calm down, I'm not here to upset you." 

It was a peace offering. As simple as that. Yuuma's eyes met Dabi's, searching for any lies and malicious intent. "I need to talk about the next shipment for the League. That's all," Dabi tried to reassure him, urging the glass towards him once more. Hearing that, Yuuma's tension finally fell off, and he sighed, expecting to hear about losses for his business if Dabi was here to change the amount he ordered. And to get through that without losing his mind over how he'll pay the bills for the club, he really could need a drink. 

Taking the glass from Dabi's hand, he didn't miss a second to take a swig, remembering too late what kind of alcohol he had given to his customer. The damage being done to his throat, Yuuma could only cough, giving back the glass to Dabi, who laughed over his reaction as if he didn't have the same one before. However, against his expectations, Yuuma watched how Dabi merely put down the glass on the dresser's corner instead of drinking himself. 

"Here's the deal," Dabi spoke calmly, gathering more of Yuuma's attention on him. "I think you're doing a great job supplying us with those fancy little pills of yours, and honestly, you deserve better than this." Pointing his hand across the room, Dabi tried to bring his point across. 

"All this working on the club, mixing drinks, and getting leered at by those bad, bad people out there - that just doesn't suit you. There's still room for better things to come to you, isn't there?"

"The fuck are you even talking about?" Managing to get his voice back after the alcohol-fail, Yuuma stood up straight again, shaking his head. "Are you drunk or simply spouting nonsense again?"

The sudden dizziness was evident on his face as Yuuma reached up to hold his head while Dabi slowly approached. He wanted to be there for Yuuma, especially if the boy was going to fall right into his arms. "You don't even know your own worth, Yuuma. So I decided it was time for someone to appreciate you properly," Dabi explained, holding out his arms as Yuuma let out a groan, his body stumbling on the spot, ready to collapse.

"All you have to do is sleep, and I'll make sure you will wake up in a better place."

"Dabi, what the fuck--" Yuuma tried to argue, but he could barely focus on the words of the villain as his body began to fail him, his vision becoming foggy and gravity pulling him to the ground heavier than usual. Was it his luck or his doom that Dabi was right there to catch him as his knees gave out? Yuuma didn't know anymore. He didn't know anything. It was too hard, too tedious to think about what was happening when he felt just so damn tired all of a sudden. He was crushed by the exhaustion that forced him to blackout, sinking right into the open arms of someone he never considered could hold him so tenderly.

"You don't really have a say on this, but don't worry about a thing. Where we are going, your presence will be appreciated. I will make sure of it," Dabi chuckled, petting Yuuma's head as the drugged ones' conscience faded. He gave Yuuma his time to settle into the deep sleep, shaking his head as he lamented how nasty those sedatives were. Quick, effective, and if Dabi wasn't so fond of Yuuma, deadly. 

Throwing the heavy body over his shoulder, Dabi gave his butt a cheeky slap, announcing, "Off we go!" as he turned to the door, ready to leave. For a moment, he considered simply burning down the club, destroy all evidence there was. But where was the fun in taking everything from Yuuma yet? It may come in handy to have something to pressure him with if Yuuma turned out not so happy with Dabi's idea of 'appreciation'.

But for now, it was hard to wipe the smile off of Dabi's face, knowing he had won the battle already, even if the war was only really beginning.