#the thought of WALKING home IN PUBLIC with my material body wrapped in clothes gives me an emotional headache

[i-appear-misssing]

A good cry is so energy draining and i have so many things to do today

[bbyquokka]

— i need it

→ PAIRING: Hwang Hyunjin x fem!reader

→ GENRE: idol!au | smut — MDNI!

→ SYNOPSIS: hyunjin struggles to contain himself during a meal, causing him to lose control.

→ WARNINGS: smut | established relationship | sub!hyunjin | dom!reader | oral (M) | use to sex toys (vibrator) | orgasm denial | public blow job | felix gets an idea of what is happening | humiliation | use of the word 'slut'

→ WORDS: 2.4k

→ requested by anon | requests are currently: closed!

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"Shhh darling. You're too loud." You coo, looking up at a flustered Hyunjin through your lashes.

"S-Sorry. Just.. too good." He hums, eyes fluttering close. His dress shirt bundled up at his stomach, his hands barely keeping it in place, back against the hard stone wall of an abandoned alleyway. His cock pulled through his boxer shorts and the zipper of his dress pants.

"Do you want people to hear how much of a slut you are? Mhm?" You cock an eyebrow, lazily stroking his saliva soaked length. He whimpers, shaking his head slowly. "Didn't think so." 

You were due to meet the member 15 minutes ago for dinner, however, Hyunjin thought it'd be a good idea to beg and whine on the way there about how good he feels, about how he desperately needs you; to feel you.

"What is it huh? You weren't like this back home. Is it because we're in public? Do you get off knowing that someone could walk by at any minute?" You tsk, rolling your eyes. Hyunjin shakes his head side to side fast, tears prickling in the lower lash line.

"I just– feel too good, y/n'' You hum, wrapping your lips around his hard, angry cock. You instantly deep throat him, throat closing around his length as you swallow. A strangled moan falls past Hyunjin's lips, his legs shaking as they struggle to support his weight.

Your feet firmly planted on the floor, legs spread wide apart, with your dress raised to the knees, giving Hyunjin a full view of your clothed core. He whimpers, watching your fingers rub your clit through the material of your lace panties.

"I wanna…touch – fuck!" You hum around his cock, ignoring his desperate plea. You flatten your tongue, stroking the underside of his cock as the sides brush up against your cheeks. Hyunjin groans, too lost in the pleasure to care if anyone can hear him.

So lost in the moment, he forgets. Forgets what he is and isn't supposed to do. His hips buck suddenly, his cock reaching deep inside your throat causing your eyes to widen and to gag. Hyunjin's eyes widen, your gagging bringing him back down to reality.

A wave of submission, fear and worry wash over him in waves as you pull his cock out of your mouth with a wet 'pop' before slowly standing up straight. You glare at him, aura overpowering and making you feel taller, bigger than you are, whilst doing the opposite to Hyunjin.

He felt so small, small as a mouse. Desperate, pathetic whimpers and pleas escape his lips. Your hand squeezes the base of his shaft as you lean in slowly.

"Did you just–?" 

"I– sorry, I didn't mean it!" Hyunjin stutters. You lick your lips slowly, watching Hyunjin tremble in front of your very eyes.

"Slut." You speak in monotone, Hyunjin swallowing thickly. Hyunjin lets out a shaky breath, your hand releasing from his shaft, disappearing into your purse.

You pull out your phone, bringing up an app before your thumb swipes on the screen. Hyunjin's eyes widen, his legs bucking beneath him. You smirk, enjoyment evident on your face as you watch your submissive boyfriend shake and struggle. The strong vibrations ripple through his body, his cock throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. 

"AH– stop, i can't… so much, too much– so good!"

"So pathetic." You tower over Hyunjin, his legs shaking. His back slowly slides down the concrete wall, desperate whimpers and sobs shake his body. "Look at you. So consumed with pleasure you can't even stand straight."

You scoff, tongue in cheek. All Hyunjin can do is nod and whimper, his mouth loosely hanging open, pants leaving his lips at a fast, erratic pace.

"Stand up and get dressed. We're late enough as it is." You giggle, turning down the strength of the vibrator so Hyunjin can at least stand straight. He fumbles with his clothing, hands shaking from pure adrenaline. You lean in, kissing his lips sweetly, your actions contradict your previous actions.

"Oh, and try not to make it obvious that you have a toy inside you. Don't want your friends to think you're a slut too. But maybe you'd like that." 

You both enter the restaurant, apologizing and making up some excuse as to why you arrive late. Hyunjin was doing his best to control himself, hide his raging hard on. His underwear soaked with his pre-cum, he could feel the material sticking to his length, the low vibrations buzzing throughout his body. He felt disgusting, humiliated; but he didn't hate it. He loves it.

You take your seats, Hyunjin sitting next to Felix. Felix kept an eye on Hyunjin, he knew something was wrong. When you're friends with someone for so many years, you learn about certain behaviors and moods. The way Hyunjin is presenting himself, shifting in his seat every so often, pausing between sentences to stop an explosion of moans escaping; he knew something was going on.

You knew Felix had an idea and that spurs you on even more. Your hand sneaks under the table as you're chatting casually to Seungmin, gliding it up Hyunjin's leg. His breath hitches in his throat as your fingers come into contact with his crotch.

You palm his length, slowly at first applying little to no pressure. You keep your idle chit chat, Hyunjin grabbing his glass of water and downing some.

"Are you okay, Hyunjin?" Felix leans in close, whispering. You squeeze Hyunjin’s crotch suddenly, a whimper escaping his lips as soon as he opens his mouth to reply to Felix. Felix blushes, as does Hyunjin. A deep shade of red.

He looks down at his lap, embarrassed and ashamed. You palm Hyunjin, adding more and more pressure the longer you carry on before pulling away; much to Hyunjin's relief. You casually pull out your phone, instantly opening the app. 

Hyunjin's head dips low, his legs shaking as his hands bawl into fists on his lap. He squeezes his eyes shut, his pants replacing his moans. You smirk, amused by his reaction as you lick your lips slowly. You feel the material of your lace underwear sticking to your folds due to your slick, the look of pure desperation on Hyunjin shaking your core.

You lean in, lips ghosting along the shell of his ear as you whisper seductively. "Poor Hyunjin. You look so desperate, it's quite cute." Your tone of voice mocking, Hyunjin shivering at your words. Felix is watching, swallowing thickly as he shuffles in his seat.

He knows.

You smirk, licking your lips, keeping eye contact with Felix. You tilt Hyunjin's chin up so he is forced to look at you. You hum, content with his lewd look. His eyes glossy, tears threatening to spill, cheeks a nice rosy red, bottom lip swollen from biting it too much.

"You're so adorable. Your eyes are begging. it turns me on." You coo, stroking his plump, swollen lip with your thumb. 

"It hurts." He whispers, his legs continuing to shake.

"What does?" You coo some more, pouting as you cock your head to the side.

"My cock. I-It hurts so much. I want to cum.." 

"You can't." You state, almost demanding. "I told you this back home. No cumming until I say so. Understand?" 

"But–" You raise your brows, your hand now gripping his face. Hyunjin whimpers, swallowing thickly.

"Not until I say so, Hyunjin. And don't even think about sneaking off to the bathroom because there will be punishment and you don't want that now, do you?"

"N-No ma'am." 

"Good boy." You smile sweetly, releasing your grip on his face. You pull your phone out, showing Hyunjin the app you've been using to control his vibrator, purposely showing Felix at the same time. Felix notices, his eyes widening and looking away as his cheeks flush pink. You smirk at his reaction, making a mental note that you would like to play with Felix, that he too, also radiates sub energy.

"D-Dont raise it anymore. Please, I beg!" Hyunjin whispers, almost on the verge of it becoming a shout. You pout, finger hovering over the screen.

"No?" 

"P-Please!" Hyunjin sobs. His sobs make you shiver and hum in satisfaction.

"Mhm, I do love it when you beg, almost makes me want to ride you right here, right now." You coo, rubbing your thighs together to create friction. Hyunjin shivers, his hands gripping onto his dress pants as he struggles. He lets out a pathetic whimper, loud enough for you and Felix to hear. Felix swallows thickly, trying his best to ignore the sexual tension and the situation that is currently happening beside him.

You smirk, noticing Felix struggling to compose himself. You raise a brow, licking your lips. A burning desire to play with both men tingles at the tips of your fingers. 

"Oh shut up, Hyunjin. Any louder and your friends might hear you." You coo. "Oh wait, someone already did."

Hyunjin looks at you with wide eyes. You cock your head in Felix's direction. Hyunjin slowly turns his head, his eyes meeting Felix's. Felix blushes deeply as does Hyunjin. You lean over Hyunjin's lap to speak to Felix.

"I would love to play with you two." You whisper. Both men look at each other and whimper, thoughts and scenarios rushing through their minds. You giggle before resuming your position and talking to the members.

You go back to idle chit-chat, 'ignoring' Hyunjin. You laugh, joke about with the others, joining in on the teasing and the serious conversations. You had to elbow Hyunjin and give him the stern look, secretly telling him to act normal; which is impossible when lust is coursing through his veins at lightning speed.

Deciding that Hyunjin has gone long enough with the vibrator being on low, you decided to be cruel. Sure, Hyunjin isn't going to like you for it, but he knows it's all fun and games at the end of the day. He knows you will be pampering him in kisses and praises, telling him how much of a good boy he is for you. He thrives off the praises, makes him feel good because he knows you're enjoying this just as much as he is; that's why he obeys you so much. 

You grab your phone, side eyeing Hyunjin. He's too busy talking to Chan to notice what you're about to do. He picks up his glass, taking a sip of his beverage. You smirk, increasing the vibrations to max. He splutters, coughing on the liquid.

"Are you okay?!" Chan asks, concerned as he passes Hyunjin a napkin to wipe himself clean. Hyunjin nods, not trusting his own voice. He knows if he speaks, it will come out as a pathetic squeak or worse; a moan. Felix looks over at you, then Hyunjin, then you again. You raise a brow, smirking as you wave your phone in the air. Felix understood instantly, the tips of his ears going red as he clears his throat.

He cannot deny that what you and Hyunjin are doing is turning him on. It's also making him curious. He has never seen his friend act like this before. He thought it was the other way around, but seeing you act so cocky and confident, causes his mind to race with thoughts. One thing he knows for sure, is that it's going to be a long night of pleasuring himself when he gets home.

"I–I can't! Turn it down." Hyunjin begs, his eyes filling with tears as he shakily breathes in.

"Mhm?" You look at him, pretending you didn't hear him. "Oh! You want me to turn it down?" Hyunjin nods fast, his cock straining against his clothing making it painful for him. His underwear soaked in pre-cum, sticking to his skin. He's uncomfortable. His cock hard, burning, desperate for release.

"No." You say with a grin before going back to your conversation with Jeongin.

He's so close. So close to embarrassingly making a mess in his own underwear. He's never done it before, he never plans on doing it. It's not unusual for you to tell him to hold his orgasms, but that's when he is naked. He's never had to worry about staining any of his clothing because he's never had to.

A wave of shame washes over him, desperation and eagerness. He's so close. His body threatened to betray him. The longer the vibrations carry on, the closer he becomes. His thighs burning, head dipped low so the members don't see the stream of tears falling down his face. He's in pain. He wants it, he needs it. But he doesn't want to go against your word. He's loyal to you; like a dog.

But it hurts. It's so painful. He cannot bear it any longer. His dress shirt sticking to his body due to his sweat, sweat patches forming under his armpits. His hair sticks to his forehead as he bites down harshly on his lip, drawing blood. He digs his own nails into his legs, clawing at them desperately.

He grips onto your arm desperately. You look to the side, your core throbbing at the sight of him. It takes everything in your power not to fuck him there and then. You reach out, placing a hand on his sweaty cheek and stroking it gently as you coo.

"What's wrong, baby?"  He leans into your touch, broken sobs shake his body. He forgets where he is, forgets he is with friends as he whispers;

"I'm going to cum." 

You smirk, reaching down and giving his hard cock a squeeze over his dress pants. That was the final push he needed. He grips onto your wrist, head hung low as his body shakes and convulses. Warm, sticky liquid coats his underwear, a feel of embarrassment and disgust washes over Hyunjin.

You watch your sub shake, struggling to come to terms of what he's just done. You cannot deny the fact that it was attractive. His nails dig into your skin, making you hiss. Hyunjin looks up at you with doe eyes, smiling lazily. Fucked out. That's the only way you could describe his current expression. 

"Excuse me." Felix stands up and rushes off to the bathroom, making you giggle to yourself. Clearly he heard and needed some 'alone time.'

"Shh baby. You're alright, I'm here." You coo. Hyunjin whimpers, hoping you feel sorry for his embarrassing action; but you don't. It just encourages you even more. You lean in, ghosting your lips over the shell of his ear.

"I think you need a lesson in how to behave considering you can't do that, don't you think?"

→ note: wooo. idk what this is but uh, yeah. lmao! its a requests and like 'reunited', it became to long in word count for it to be a drabble and such. just a reminder (even though i have it stated at the beginning and on my pinned post) requests are closed. i need a few days to catch up, start my own stuff and just feel like myself again. i hope yall enjoy!

→ TAGS [open]: @chaneomma | @sstarryoong | @laylasbunbunny | @dilucpegg3r | @chanssmiles | @meltheninja13

[anna-hawk]

I want you

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Summary: You're at a surprise birthday party in your honor and Shane can't take his eyes off you.

Warnings/Tags: semi-public sex, slight uniform kink, birthday smut

WC: 3k // Explicit 🔞

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For @darlingshane I know that I'd told you that I'd be writing you some soft Sam Rossi smut this time, but I didn't have time, and then we had that conversation about Shane being prime thirst material. I played around with this scenario like a sequel to “Just the tip” for a couple of weeks, but I thought that it could be fun for a birthday party too and turned it into something for you. I wrote this today, mostly at work, and my brain has been in Shane thirst mode the whole day😝. I know how much you love him, so I hope you'll enjoy this little gift, even if it's not Sam. Again, happy birthday!!! 🧡🧡🧡

As Shane chatted with a small group of friends, his eyes flitted over to where you were standing on the other side of the room. You were surrounded by a throng of friends still laughing about your shocked face as you’d walked into your surprise birthday party earlier that evening. 

Shane’s shift had ended in time for him to make it to your best friend’s place and be there for that particular moment, but he was still wearing his deputy uniform. He’d brought a change of clothes, but between the moment of you getting to your friend’s house and everyone jumping from behind furniture to surprise you, followed by people running to you excitedly, Shane hadn’t bothered with it, preferring to watch you laughing and grinning happily. 

Still looking at you and barely listening to the conversation being held around him, he smiled to himself as he thought back to the moment he’d finally managed to reach you to be able to give out his own birthday wishes. You hadn’t seen each other at home today, with you having an early shift while he had a later one. He’d sent you a text, of course, but he’d needed to tell you face to face. 

“Happy birthday, Darlin’,” he’d rumbled, as he’d wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Mmh, thank you, Deputy,” you’d replied with a purr, taking hold of the lapels of his uniform shirt to pull him closer as he’d kissed you. 

He’d grinned against your lips, knowing how much you enjoyed seeing him in uniform. There had been a few catcalls when Shane had dipped you slightly, which had the both of you laughing as you straightened, and he took a step away from you, one hand at the small of your back. As the time had gone on, you’d slowly parted, following a conversation here or there, until you’d been at one end of the living room and he at the other.

Shane’s eyes roved over your body, the clothes you’d chosen for tonight highlighting all your assets in ways that had Shane’s hands twitching with the need to touch you. Damn, he couldn’t remember the last time you’d had sex. Well, no, that was a lie. It had only been a few days ago, but what he wanted to do to you right now was more than just some slow, albeit satisfying morning sex with him lying behind you as he thrust inside you deeply. 

Since you were facing towards him, you instantly caught his eye as you lifted your eyes while still speaking with your friends. Your lips pulled up for him, but you didn’t stop in what you were saying, your words completely unintelligible to him over the gaggle of other conversations.

“I want you,” Shane mouthed, moving his lips slowly while staring right into your eyes.

He knew you’d gotten each word, since your eyes widened briefly before you blinked rapidly, and you visibly faltered in what you were saying, completely caught off guard. Shane smirked, keeping his laser focus on you as he watched you grinning and looking away, resuming your conversation while clearly flustered. Shane forced in a deep breath of air at the lust sparking through him at your reaction. His grin widened as you glanced back at him several times, biting over your lower lip with an amused, and definitely turned on expression. 

“What do you think, Shane?” 

Shane’s attention snapped back to the people he’d been talking to, realizing he’d completely tuned them out in his observation of you. 

“Sorry, what?” 

It was your best friend’s husband who’d asked the question, and Shane did his best to give him his attention again. As he answered, however, he still wasn’t able to keep his eyes away from you all the way. 

A moment later, there was a bit of a commotion as he saw your group stepping away from each other, all of you laughing and looking to the floor. You were grimacing through your laugh, one of your hands and the hem of your shirt covered in some liquid, while a glass of punch lay on the floor. Shane watched you hurry off towards a corridor lying to one side of the house, while laughing as you called to your friends that you were heading to the bathroom to get cleaned up over your shoulder. 

More arousal ran through his belly at the idea that popped into his head. The bathroom was all the way down that long corridor.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” he said to everyone in general thirty seconds after you'd vanished, not bothering to check whether anyone heard him or not as he followed after you. 

Quickly glancing around himself to make sure that he wasn't attracting any attention, Shane casually walked towards the bathroom, hurrying his steps only once he was out of sight. Once at the door, he grinned wolfishly and pulled down the handle, opening it to find you standing, shirtless, in front of the sink, washing out the stain on your shirt. 

“Hey, it's occu - oh, Shane, hey.” 

The tension of surprise at someone walking in on you like that evaporated as soon as you realized who was at the door. Shane walked inside and closed the door, before locking it while still facing you, his hand at his back to do so. 

“Shane?” You questioned with a small frown after hearing the telltale click of the lock.

Your confusion quickly made way for understanding, however, and Shane had no doubt that it was from how he was looking at you, since your eyes widened and your lips parted, the shirt hanging limply from your fingers. 

“Shane,” you repeated, this time with amusement and warning in your tone. 

Shane paid the warning part no mind as he advanced on you, his eyes traveling over your bare skin, the lacy bralette the only thing covering your chest. He chuckled when you took a step backwards, only to be caught between him and the sink. He lifted one of his hands to trail the fingers down your collarbone and chest in a featherlight caress. The fingertips stopped at the top of the bralette, and he stroked an index along the whole edge, from one breast to the other. 

“Shane,” you breathed, the shirt falling to the ground as you let go of it, your chest already rising and falling quickly, much to Shane's satisfaction. “We're not home.” 

Shane stared up at you from where he'd had his attention on your breasts, looking into your eyes from under his lashes. He smirked; your complaint sounded far too feeble to be given much consideration. His fingers went over the edge of the bralette and cupped the side of your breast lightly, the thumb flicking over your pebbling nipple, back and forth. Shane saw you close your eyes on a gasp, followed by a small whimper that was mostly held in by how you were biting your bottom lip. While he kept up his teasing, his other hand slid over your waist and to the center of your back, the touch as light as the one he'd bestowed on your chest. When he lightly tweaked your nipple between index and middle finger, you gripped the edges of the sink. 

“Shane, please,” you begged, panting as Shane undid your bralette with his other hand, making the material fold and fall down your arms, revealing your breasts to his gaze. 

“Please what?” he smiled, ducking his head until he caught the other nipple between his teeth and pulled on it lightly. “Hm?”

Your hand flew to your mouth to cover it and stop the long moan threatening to come out of you. 

“Shane… I - ah.”

Shane took the nub into his mouth and sucked on it hungrily, while throwing glances up at your face. You'd opened your eyes again, halfway at least, and we're staring down at him with a dazed expression from over your hand. Fuck, but he loved rendering you to the point of speechlessness. He put a hand on the sink behind you for balance and used the other one to open your pants and slide his hand inside. The hand you still had on the sink yourself flew to his shirt and gripped it tightly as he teased a finger over your damp folds. You bit into your hand as he started to move his hand back and forth, as much as he could within the confines of your pants. 

“Please what?” Shane reiterated, circling your clit with his pointer finger and grinning devilishly as he straightened to lean over your slumped form. His lips touched the back of your hand that was still over your mouth as he spoke. 

You lowered said hand and stared at him with your pupils fully blown. 

“Make me come,” you breathed.

“Mh, anything for the birthday girl,” Shane rumbled, his hard cock straining against his pants at your tone of voice. 

Pulling away from you as well as removing his hand from between your legs, Shane grabbed you by the hips and turned you around. You gasped and caught yourself over the sink, staring at Shane through the mirror in front of you. Your eyes grew wide as Shane tugged your pants and underwear down to the middle of your thighs and pushed you over the white porcelain until you were braced on it with your elbows. He could tell that you hadn’t expected him to fuck you, your expression full of apprehension for a moment before your eyes met his again and you settled. The emotions running through him at the utter trust you placed in him, even for something like that, made him release a harsh breath, his dick throbbing in his uniform. Making quick work of his pants himself, he pulled his boxers just low enough to take out his length and balls, the cool air on his raging erection making him shiver. Staring between your legs at your center, your flesh already glistening from your lust, Shane had the sudden desire to sink to his knees and lap all your juices up, slowly take you apart until you came on his tongue. He took in another deep breath, his knees already starting to give way on their own, his body knowing how much he loved making you writhe with his mouth. 

No time, however. 

Instead, Shane leaned over your back and pressed a kiss between your shoulder blades, before looking at you through the mirror and talking against your ear. 

“Seein’ you like that, already so ready for me, with your pretty lil pussy drippin’ for me… Wanna fuckin’ eat you all up, Darlin’.” He rubbed the tip of his cock through your slit, gathering your wetness and making him feel how hot you were, while not even pushing inside yet. His balls tightened at the anticipation of the warmth and tightness he’d been experiencing after filling you. 

You closed your eyes, a full-body shiver going through you at his words. 

“Please,” you uttered, desperate and needy, and Shane wouldn’t have been able to wait any longer even if he’d wanted to. 

“Look at me.” It sounded like a command, but Shane only needed to see the pleasure filling your eyes at the same time he filled you. 

He pushed inside you slowly, savoring the way you squeezed around him, wet and hot heat enveloping him and making him groan deeply, while his eyes never looked away from your face. The way your eyebrows knitted together faintly, how your mouth parted on a long moan, only to be quieted by your hand, were things Shane would never get enough of watching. Leaning up and taking you with him with a hand placed between your breasts, Shane made you cant your hips in such a way that he had the perfect angle to thrust inside you. Which he did after pulling all the way out, the tip of his cock right outside your entrance, to slam back inside with a sharp snap of his hips. Your eyes went wide with the shock of pleasure it delivered, and Shane had to cover your hand over your mouth to help muffle your scream of bliss. Since Shane had his hand over your mouth, his hand larger than yours, thus more effective in keeping in your noises, you slipped your hand free and put both on the edge of the sink for some leverage against his thrusts. Shane wrapped his other hand around your throat, pulling your head slightly back against his shoulder, making your back arch and push your ass out even more. 

“Fuck, just look at you,” Shane growled against your hair, watching your reflection, and the bouncing of your breasts as he fucked you faster and faster, knowing that he couldn’t take his time like he wanted to. “Look at yourself,” he continued with more intent, while slipping the hand from your throat between your legs. “So fuckin’ pretty like that.”

Your eyes fell shut for the first time when Shane began rubbing over your slippery clit while still fucking you at a fast pace, your body trembling so hard with pleasure that Shane had to tighten his hold on you. 

“Yeah, that’s my girl. Come for me, baby. Gonna squeeze my dick so - fuck!” Shane snarled the last part in pleasure when your walls clamped down around him as your orgasm hit you, his hips stuttering briefly before he kept on filling you again and again. 

Little keening sounds, that were getting louder as your release reached its highest point, slipped through Shane’s palm and forced him to press his hand even harder over your mouth. To be honest, Shane wanted nothing more than to hear you scream, the others be damned, but he knew very well that you wouldn’t be able to face your friends again if they heard you. As soon as your orgasm began to subside, Shane let go of you to pull out and started stripping his cock with ruthless movements, your juices making his strokes oh so easy. 

“Wh - what are you doing?” you asked, panting harshly from your slumped position over the sink, watching Shane through the mirror. “Want you to come inside me.” 

Shane groaned and closed his eyes at the words, his dick spilling out more pre-come. 

“Fuck, really wanna do it, Darlin’, but we gotta head out soon, and you'd regret it, trust me,” Shane admitted in a rush. Despite how much he wanted to fill you up, he knew that you didn't have the time to fully clean up before someone came looking for you. 

Shane stared at you as you suddenly whirled around to face him, your beautiful face still carrying the signs of pleasure. Leaning in to kiss him briefly, Shane watched you fall to your knees and open your mouth, your tongue lolling out of it expectantly. 

“Gimme your load, Deputy Walsh,” you spurred on with a wanton gaze, letting your tongue graze the head of his cock. “All of it.”

Shane gritted his teeth and caught himself with his free hand on the sink behind your head as he stroked himself wildly over your upturned face. You always knew what to say to drive him wild, and playing with his title and submissiveness was always sure to get him there. As his balls drew up with his approaching release, Shane reached for your hair to get your head exactly where he wanted it. He locked his knees as he came hard, his hot come shooting all over your tongue and lips. You held there, gazing at him with utter satisfaction as you waited for him to be done before drawing your tongue back into your mouth and visibly swallowing. Shane exhaled a sharp breath as he watched you, his cock twitching a few more times at the sight you made. 

“C’mere,” he rasped, as he stooped to catch your forearm and pull you up to him. 

After kissing your temple, Shane retrieved the shirt and bralette, while you pulled up and fastened your pants. 

“At least the stain’s gone,” you said as you examined the shirt once you’d put the bralette back on, grimacing at the wet spot against your waist where the stain had been. 

Shane straightened his clothes as well, and you made sure to check if everything was in place before going for the door. You found your best friend in front of it, her fist lifted as if about to knock.

“Oh, hey, I was wondering what was going on.”

Shane felt you stilling behind him in shock, probably wondering if she'd heard anything. Your friend’s eyes went from Shane and back to you a few times, her expression searching, but Shane grinned at her charmingly and shrugged as he stepped out into the corridor.

“Uh, we… just tried to get the stain out,” you explained as you followed him, pointing at the shirt and where the stain had been. “And it worked.”

“Yeah… tried real hard,” Shane added, chuckling under his breath when your friend didn’t look at him. 

You shot him a warning glance, but Shane still saw the way you tried to hide your own grin as you realized that she hadn’t heard anything.

“Oh, good,” she smiled, before linking her arm through yours. “Come on, I came looking for you cause we’re about to bring the cake in.”

“Chocolate and cookie cake?” Shane wondered from behind the two women. 

“It better be,” you laughed, turning to face him with a wide smile. 

The guests had formed a large circle around the main table, people turning to you excitedly as they saw you coming back. It was just in time to see your friend’s husband bringing in a large cake, the small lights of the candles dancing with his every step. Everyone burst into song as he deposited the cake on the table, and you smiled shyly at the heartfelt attention. Shane smiled fondly from behind you, and curled an arm around your waist to pull you into his side and kiss your head. 

“Happy birthday, Darlin’.” 

“I got a taste of you and now my favorite cake. It sure is a happy birthday,” you said only loud enough for him to hear you, grinning at him with a note of mischief. 

Shane snorted loudly at your unexpected words, and pulled your face to his to kiss you. 

[marvelmusing]

Rainy Day

Pairing: Billy Russo x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: On your walk home from work you spot a rather drenched looking Billy, and immediately come to his aid.

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“Russo!” You call out, and Billy turns quickly at the sound of your voice.

Due to the amount of rain pouring down on you both, it takes a moment of his dark eyes scouring through the faces on the street before he sees you.

His expression softens once his eyes land on you, and a bright smile tugs at his lips when he spots the colourful umbrella you’ve tucked yourself under.

You hold your umbrella out towards him, and he ducks his head down underneath to shield himself from the downpour.

“Hi.” You say with a smile as Billy shakes off his hair, his dark locks soaked through. Despite his dampened state, he beams at you.

“Hi.”

“You on your way home?”

“Yeah. Tom will be on his way now, so I shouldn’t be waiting long.”

He won’t admit it, but you know Billy gets overwhelmed on public transport. It’s the reason why he gets a driver to give him a lift after work on most days.

Glancing at the road beside you, the busy sounds of backed up traffic fill your ears. It will be quite some time before Tom arrives.

“I can’t leave you out here in the rain.” You insist. “Send him a message to pick you up at my place.”

He hesitates for a moment, and you watch a raindrop roll down Billy’s cheek. You hate the thought of him being left out in the cold. He sighs, but the smile slowly creeps back onto his face as he nods.

“Okay.”

The wind picks up as the two of you walk back to your apartment, and Billy’s wraps an arm around your body, keeping you close as the rain continues to pour down on you both. His fingers curl around your hand, keeping a tight hold on the umbrella.

Billy is almost soaked through once you finally reach the entrance to your apartment building, and you’re shivering in the cold. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to climb the stairs, leaving a trail of soggy footprints in your wake.

You dump your closed umbrella onto the hardwood floor of your hallway, and Billy shuts the door behind you. You laugh when he tries to hang his woollen coat up next to yours, only for the water-filled fabric to hit the floor with a heavy slump.

“I’ve told you before Bill, you need a waterproof coat.” He shakes his head, water droplets falling from his soaked locks.

“And I’ve told you, I don’t like the texture of them.”

He leans down, scooping up his coat, and luckily he manages to hang it a second time. The rain has soaked through his coat, so he tugs off his blazer and a smile lifts at the corner of your lips at the sight of Billy looking so disgruntled.

“Let me get you a towel.”

You head towards your bathroom, and pull a towel off the warming rack. Billy’s in the middle of untying his shoes when you reappear. His palm rests against the wall, and his head is ducked down, which makes it much easier for you to place the towel over his head, and ruffle at his hair affectionately.

Billy laughs, and your heart flips at the sound.

His shoe drops to the floor, and he straightens up, pulling his head from your reach. He smiles at you, his face poking out from underneath the soft, pink towel.

“I think there’s some of your clothes still here, feel free to have a rummage around.” You tell him.

He nods in acknowledgement, heading towards your bedroom, while you move into the kitchen to fill up the kettle. Billy hums quietly as he opens up drawers and cupboards in the search of some spare clothes.

When you finally leave the kitchen, Billy is sitting down on your couch with the TV remote in his hand. With his other hand, he’s drying his hair with your towel.

“Russo.” You call out softly, and Billy perks his head up, eyes wide as he tugs the towel from his hair to look at you. “Catch.”

The water bottle makes a sloshing sound as it hits his chest, and his fingers curl into the fluffy material as he pulls it closer to his body.

As you cross the room, you grab a blanket and immediately take your place beside him. Billy lifts his arms without complaint, allowing you to drape your legs over his lap and toss the blanket over you both.

“Hot chocolate or tea?” You ask him, as he scrolls through your watchlist. Pulling his eyes away from the screen, he tilts his head as he looks at you.

A contented hum leaves your lips as you lean your head down against Billy’s shoulder. He’s wearing one of your favourite sweaters - the soft burgundy one.

“Hot chocolate?” He prompts, almost casually, as if he’s merely suggesting it. But you can see the small glimmer in his eyes. Billy loves anything sweet, but he would deny it until the end of the world. You smile widely, and nod. You’ve made it your mission in life to give Billy every bit of good he would usually refuse for himself.

“I bought some of those fancy chocolate truffles the other day.”

Billy’s eyes widen.

“You didn’t.”

You nod, beaming at him.

“I did.” He shakes his head at you slightly.

He hadn’t even told you how much he liked them. You had brought a box of them to Curtis’ Christmas party last year, and you know that Billy had been the one to steal the majority of the contents throughout the night.

“I saw them in the store, and thought: wouldn’t these go great with a hot chocolate and my best friend in the entire world?” You tell him, tapping the end of his nose with your fingertip.

Billy’s smile is illuminous.

When you stand up to make a drink of hot chocolate for you both, Billy follows you, keeping your blanket wrapped around the two of you. He doesn’t let you go for a moment, which causes a few small difficulties, but you manage.

The rain takes a turn for the worst, and you invite Billy to stay the night, so he sends a message to Tom telling him to get home safe, and agrees to stay with you.

Once the two of you are back on the sofa, Billy is tugging you into his lap. He licks the creamy foam from your lips, as you sip on your hot chocolate, and your cheeks warm at the feeling of his tongue. He grins at your bashful smile, and the timid brush of your lips sucking on his own chocolate stained mouth.

Billy’s never had someone like you. You’ve never had someone like Billy. The line between best friend and lover is perpetually blurred with you and Billy. At the very core of your relationship, there’s a care that can’t be described. People always make the mistake of believing you’re a couple, and neither of you correct them. Sometimes you’re not sure whether they’re wrong.

But know isn’t the time to question such things.

For now, you’re content to sit in Billy’s lap, with hot chocolate warming your stomach, your head settled against his chest, feeling every breath as he relaxes on your sofa. Tilting your head back, you press a kiss to the sliver of skin peeking out from the collar of his sweater, hoping he understands the words hidden underneath your lips.

His arms tighten around you, and he drops a kiss to the crown of your head in response. Hope blooms in your chest, and you send a small thank you to the universe for creating rainy days - and Billy Russo.

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[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hello! It's Winter! Hope everyone is well!

Respect

He was so excited to give her the gift he had spent hours mulling over. 

“Brigitte! I’m home and I have something for you!” He declared the moment he entered their house, waiting anxiously for his wife to greet him. 

After kissing each other on the lips, she graciously took the large package from under his arm. A red bow was wrapped beautifully around the box. “Emmanuel, it’s not my birthday. Why did you buy me a gift?” 

He grinned, “Can’t a husband spoil his wife?” 

She grabbed his hand and led him to the living room where she could properly open the gift. A beautiful black dress lay neatly folded, half covered with white tissue paper. Carefully, she lifted the garment and placed it against her body. “Chérie!” She squealed, “It’s gorgeous! Thank you!” 

Almost immediately, his face dropped. “It’s too short.” He was disappointed in himself for picking the wrong dress. “It will fit our granddaughter, we can wrap it up for Christmas. I’m so sorry baby, I’ll buy you something else. I promise.” 

Brigitte pulled the dress away when he tried to retrieve it. “I’m keeping it. I absolutely love it. It’s not too short. Here, give me 2 minutes, I’ll put it on and model it for you.” 

He waited nervously on the couch, not sure what he’d do if she wanted to keep it. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, have his wife walking around in such a revealing dress. He was so deep in thought that he hadn’t heard her walk back in. Her giddy voice brought him back to the present. 

“See! It’s perfect!” She spun around, showing him how well it fit her slender body. “It’s basically the same length as my wedding dress. And I remember how much you loved that on me.”  

Emmanuel sat back on the couch, sighing loudly. “If I asked you not to wear it in public, would you be okay with that?” 

Taking a seat beside him, she kissed his cheek. “Of course, because I respect you.” Spending over 20 years together, she knew what his “hot” buttons were. And after many years of fighting over her scandalous outfits, it was easier for Brigitte to just move on and not start a fight. She had married a jealous man (but it definitely came with its perks! - hot, angry sex!) 

He smiled cheekily, “Unfortunately, the material is thick, so I wasn’t able to see your panty line when you did that little spin.” 

“Oh, baby, I’m not wearing any panties.” She grinned wickedly before she continued, “Before giving away the dress, I thought we could have a little fun.” 

😉

Helloo Winter! ❤️

Manu buying her a dress way too short hahaha go trust men and clothe’s sizes. Well, they can always keep the dress for private matters 🤭😏

Thank you so much, Winter! ❤️❤️❤️

[sukirichi]

good girl (m.)

You’re such a good wife to Naoya that he rewards you for your obedience.

request. naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man’s gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj)

cw. explicit smut, riding, dirty talk WITH praising bcos why not, dom! husband naoya, sexism, overstimulation, creampie, lots of kissing, titty sucking, you might end up liking naoya and that’s a warning

note. LISTEN. this is purely self indulgent even if this is a request. my bestie requested this to me anyway so ik she won’t mind i pictured myself as the reader :) so if you don’t like how the reader and naoya was portrayed, that’s a you problem :) EDITED BECAUSE IT’S NAOYA YAY, also got inspired by @caizen​ ‘s ask about naoya wanting his wife to not bow too deep because he wants to see her face :)

[part of the trophy wife collection]

Being Naoya Zen’in’s trophy wife required a lot of things. You had to be immaculate, précised, refined and full of dignity in everything you did. He already did the work all by himself just to keep the house running, his hard work the only reason you were able to live such a comfortable, luxurious life. On top of that, you had an extremely powerful man trusting you to welcome him every night, and who were you to not fulfill your duty as his wife well?

The moment the black limousine parked on the driveway, the guards lined on duty opening the doors of him and the rest of the house staff greeting him, you were already in front of everyone.

Keep your head down, but don’t look too hard at your feet. Naoya-sama wants to see your face – his lovely wife’s face – upon his arrival.

He would never say it out loud, but five years and counting of marriage with him meant you knew him better than anyone. Through his confident and arrogant self, Naoya worried about a lot of things, you included. There were times he’d wake up in the middle of a nightmare in which he lost you, his arms scrambling to find your body to press it against his for reassurance. You were there, you would always be there, but the confirmation never hurt.

You bowed down to him, skin cleared, cheeks flushed, and lips glossy – all telltales of a happy, nurtured wife who was well taken care of – present before him. And you were beautiful too; the most gorgeous woman he’d ever laid his eyes on.

“Welcome home, Naoya-sama.”

Naoya’s shoulders immediately relaxed at the sight of you dressed in your yukata, hair done perfectly and hands clasped politely in your lap. He tried not to let it show too much though, even though his staff had watched him grow up, he needed to keep his pride as the clan leader. Not even his precious wife could make him tear down his walls in public, though you did not need to worry about his brash attitude, following him inside three steps behind as he’d instructed.

He loosened his tie and dismissed the other servants, locking the door of your shared room. “Is my tea prepared?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, mixed with jasmine just as you like.”

Naoya’s hands stilled on his tie. His gaze fluttered over yours, eyes still ducked down to the floor with a small smile playing on your lips, one that said welcome home in more ways than one.

The sight of you – so compliant and meek as ever – stirred something deep within his heart. His whole life, he believed women were useless, creatures that were below him. Until now, he held firm in that, but fuck, you were always so open and willing to do everything he asked that he could feel himself hardening in his pants. Women may be useless, but once they followed his orders and praised him so heavenly the way you did?

He fucking loved it.

Naoya’s tie went flying the other room, his cock swelling in his pants as he tugged you by your wrist. You landed on the mattress behind you, watching with a heaving chest as your husband crawled above you. His gaze felt predatory, dark eyes hooded with lust while he planted his knees beside your waist, his fingers looped with yours.

You smiled sweetly up at him, so temptingly sweet his resolve broke for a split second. He captured your lips to taste you on him, the sounds of your husband’s satisfied hum making your chest puff out with pride.

Everyone may look down on you for marrying such a ‘horrible’ man like him, calling you stupid and immoral, even going as far as claiming you were nothing but a dumb cock-hungry slut, but Naoya – even you – knew better. You were not foolish; in fact, no one could handle Naoya’s attitude better than you did, and you were smart enough to keep buying that strawberry flavored lip balm he loved so much, causing your husband to squeeze your palms.

“Good girl,” he mumbled absentmindedly, the praises shooting heat flush to your core. “You’re so good for me, you know that?” he peppered kisses all over your skin, a gesture so rare that you were panting underneath him, resisting the urge to rub your legs together.

Naoya was extremely skillful in bed, his virility as a man not to be looked down on for his ability to render you immobile to walk, throat sore and voiceless for a few days truly impressive. But he was different today; his usual tight grip the same but laced with a want that went beyond than lust. You could never say it out loud, especially not around him, but it was clear – Naoya treated you with affection and care.

“I’m very lucky to have found such a submissive woman like you, but that’s not true is it? Women like you aren’t found, you’re trained,” he harshly tugged the first layers of your yukata to the side, exposing the sensitive flesh of your collarbone that was free for him to mark. “Have I trained you well, my wife?”

“Yes, Naoya-sama, trained me so good,” you rasped out, bringing your legs forward, only for it to bump against the sides of his waist.

Naoya sucked on your skin until he was sure he’d completely marked his territory, the grazing sensation of his teeth so erotic and passionate along with his clothed cock rubbing into your folds. His hand trailed down your waist, yanking the ties of your clothes apart. You gasped as he teasingly rubbed your clit, even going as far as to roll it between his strong fingers. “For you, ah, I’d do anything for you, Naoya-sama.”

“It’s my love when we’re in the sheets,” he corrected you, “When a woman knows her place and obeys me so well, a good girl like you deserves to be rewarded,” hearing your small whines at his words, Naoya chuckled at your skin. “Do you want that? Want me to make you feel good?”

“Yes, p-please, I need you,” you moaned wantonly, gathering the courage to lift your hips up and grind it against his erection. He surprised you by not pushing you away, so you kept going, slathering your wetness all over the front of his pants. “Fuck me, my love, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” Naoya smirked, standing up to rid himself of his pants and belt. You whined at the loss of contact and sat up on your elbows, legs spread wide open as you feasted on the delectable way he discarded his clothing one by one. His fat cock, red and flushed with pre-cum, slapped against his toned upper body.

You would’ve groaned at his bare beauty, but he’d already crawled on top of you once more, completely ridding you of the multiple layers of modest clothing you wore, revealing a redolent set of white lace.

Naoya narrowed his eyes at the nearly transparent thong, his hands cupping your seeping cunt with a low hum. “Is this for me? Did my pretty baby get dressed up for me?” you nodded eagerly, pathetically reaching upwards to wrap your arms around him. You were growing needy, soft yet desperate as your stuttered gasps hovered on his ear. “Were you thinking of me the whole time I was away for work?”

“I always think of you, my love,” you breathed out, “Your smile, your voice, your lips, your hands,” legs twitching, you dared run your knee to brush his forearm, the teasing and confident movement earning you a seductive, warning glare from your dominant husband. But oh – you were just starting to have your fun. “Your cock inside me.”

“Naughty little girl,” he snickered, grabbing your hand and shoving it deep inside your panties. That evoked a high-pitched moan from you as your nails grazed against your shaved pussy, Naoya’s smirk present the harder he pressed your palm on yourself. “Did you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself like this?” He was testing you, reminding you of his power and authority, trying to see if you would break his rules that he’d been so firm into fucking deep into your skull.

Naughty as you might be sometimes, you never forgot your place. You were daring, but never in your wildest dreams would you dare go against him. Not because you were plain weak and submissive, but simply because the thought of pleasing him more and feeding his ego was far more satisfying.

You shook your head, pitiable tears already shining through. “N-no, I would never. Only you can make me feel good, just you, mmh.”

Naoya groaned deep in his throat, satisfied at your answer. “You’re always so sweet for me,” he says, leaning over to knee your legs open wider. He situated himself between your body, slow and sensual in removing your bra and panties, the lacy material disappearing somewhere on the black marbled floors. You laid there, vulnerable and wanting, clutching at his biceps as he grinded his cock on your puffy folds. “Have I ever told you’re the perfect little wife? So fucking needy for me always, fuck. This pussy was made for me.”

“This pussy is yours,” you acquiesced, breathing hard when Naoya pulled away to peer at your body. He liked his wife to be healthy, strong and ready to carry his child whenever he wanted, and his hands squeezed your hips appreciatively.

“I exist purely to serve you, my love,” you vowed, “I have no other purpose than to make you feel good and love you. You’re my everything, the world and more.”

He’d looked at you with lust before, the desire pooling in his eyes always making you feel wanted, but this was different. Naoya would never let those cursed three words fall from his mouth, but it shone clearly in his eyes anyway. He gazed at your curves and dips so lovingly that your arousal peaked, slick coating his cock from where he was slowly teasing your cunt with his tip.

Unable to hold back any longer, Naoya flipped you over. Your breath knocked out from your chest at the sudden movement, his hands tugging at your wrist to pull you close to him. He leant back on the bed, kissing you feverishly all the while keeping you shaking on his thigh. Due to your wetness gushing, you slid down his muscular thigh, and you moaned at the contact. “As I should be,” Naoya nibbled at your lips, his harsh words contrasting the tenderness of his hold on you. “You’re nothing to me if you can’t even do something as simple as that.”

You nodded with no hesitation, fully accepting that you were purely his now – and you would honestly not have it otherwise.

Naoya helped you lift your hips up, shushing you with a slap on your ass when you stared at him nervously.

Every time Naoya fucked you, he was direct and simple. He preferred to have you on all fours where he could focus on his own pleasure, or sometimes he would rather cum upon seeing your fucked-out face, the image of your tongue lolled out while he fucked you on oblivion enough to make him nut right away.

But now he was guiding your arms around his neck, kissing the sides of your lips as if to answer your silent questions. “Sit on my cock, baby, I’ll reward you for your obedience tonight,” he said, his cock twitching as he directed your entrance right above his cock. Naoya slid you down, allowing you to feel inch by inch, thick vein upon one another – sliding inside you and stretching you out so good. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead on his, teeth locked on your bottom lip as he bottomed out.

Fuck, you’d never felt so full.

However, Naoya wasn’t pleased. He clenched his jaw and tapped your bottom lip, scolding you with his mean glare. “Don’t hold back when you scream my name, you understand? Cherish this moment – I won’t always care about your pleasure. You should thank me for this.”

“I-I will!”

Torturous. That was how you would describe it. You had never been this close to him before; not in this position and angle. Each lift of your hips caused your hardened nipples to brush over his muscular chest, his attention sorely focused on the way you bounced on his cock.

Something about holding him this close felt so intimate, breaths tangled and moans shared, along with the pleasure delivered into your bodies with the way you were rolling your hips along his length.

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he said through gritted teeth, “I love this pussy so much, fuck, you’re mine. Just mine, all mine,” Naoya eventually lost it, hooking his arms under your armpits and feet flat on the bed. You kept screaming his name like a prayer, the worship falling from your lips like a broken record driving him to fuck into you faster. He’d had enough of your pace; he’d been good enough that now it was his turn to fuck you, and you were glad he did because his fast, brutal pace was so mind-numbing.

Naoya hitched you up higher until your chin rested above his hair, your breasts right at his mouth. He sucked and bit at the soft flesh angrily, grip so tight on your hips you were hissing from the pain. At the same time, it felt so fucking good unlike everything you’ve ever felt.

“My perfect fucking wife—a quiet, compliant wife is worth more than gold, baby. You’re my fucking treasure.”

Naoya thrusted hard and deep until the bed was creaking, mattress dipped from both your weight. The room felt so foggy with your lovemaking and you tightened around him, crying as he kept hitting that sensitive spot that had you seeing stars. “I’m c-coming!” you whined helplessly, hugging your husband deep to your chest while your fingers tugging at his hair. “Naoya, please!”

“Then come for me,” he nibbled at your ear, delivering another hard slap at your ass. “I’m allowing you to. Come. Make a mess around me.”

“Oh my gosh, ugh, fuck,” you came around him hard, your orgasm making you shake. He still wasn’t done, but his breathless murmurs of close, I’m so close had you holding him tighter, whispering dirty words in his ear to assist your husband into reaching his high. The oversensitivity of him plowing into you even after you came was too much, but you took it all like the good wife you were. Biting the protests down at your tongue, you rode him to meet his hips thrust by thrust, his balls snapping at your ass. “Mmmh, I love you, I love you. I-I love you.”

“As you should, baby. You’re supposed to love me,” Naoya devoured your mindless babbling by sliding his tongue inside your mouth, his hips stilling inside for a moment. Fingers clutching desperately to him, you shut your eyes tight, cunt dripping as Naoya spilled his seed deep inside you.

You kissed him one last time in refusal to let go, but Naoya wasn’t having any of it. He was very iffy every after sex that you had no choice but to pull away from him, wincing as he pulled out.

He stumbled into the bathroom afterwards while you laid there on the soiled sheets, weakly fisting the pillow beneath you. You were so fucked out, tired after a long day of managing everything he wanted you to take care of. To be fucked good by your husband…there was truly no better way of life.

Just as you were drifting off, you felt something damp sliding over your inner thighs. You blinked sleepily at a silent Naoya, sending him a small smile as he wiped both your cum away. He left the towel inside the bathroom before he came back, sliding his white shirt over your frame and tugging a fresh pair of his boxers to your legs. Aftercare with Naoya…while it wasn’t impossible, it also wasn’t a daily occurrence. Your heart kept fluttering inside your chest, that feeling blooming harder when he slid under the sheets beside you, his strong arms pulling you taut in his chest.

His skin remained mark free. You knew Naoya hated being marked; reminding you all the time he wanted to be flawless. You respected that and pressed a deep kiss on the spot above his heart instead, madly and hopelessly in love as you traced circles on his bare chest.

You could stay like this forever, in the warmth and safety of your husband’s arms, but you still had wifely duties to fulfill. Naoya had already done his, prompting you to lean up to trace kisses at his sharp jaw, sweet and docile as ever as you asked, “Naoya…how was work today?”

“Same as usual.”

That meant he didn’t want to talk about it, so you didn’t pry further.

“You need to rest and regain your strength so you can work hard again tomorrow,” you mumbled sleepily, “I’ve already planned your meals for the next week. We’re going plant-based for a while, you need it.”

Naoya remained silent. You would’ve assumed he’d fallen asleep if it wasn’t for his hand caressing your back in a manner so gentle that seemed so alien with him, the strangeness of it all intensified when you looked up at his face, only to see that he had already been studying your features a long time before. There was an unsettled frown on his face, one that you tried to smoothen away with the pads of your fingertips. “What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing’s wrong. I’ve already forgotten about all my worries. They don’t matter anymore,” he whispered, his voice way too soft. It fit the atmosphere, however, whatnot with the newfound intimacy that you basked in. Suddenly, Naoya cupped your cheek, utterly serious as he croaked out, “Baby.”

“Hmm.”

“Do you love me?”

You didn’t have to think twice about it. The answer would be – “Always and forever.”

However, Naoya wasn’t satisfied. He needed more, wanted to understand more, craved to find a logical reason behind your devotion to him.

“Why?” he demanded, “What is it about me you love so much?”

“Everything,” you confessed, the love so clear in your eyes that even for a small moment, Naoya felt like he understood now. “You’re perfect to me, Naoya. I’m glad you’re the one I’m spending my life with. I wouldn’t have had it any other way.”

“But why?”

“Because,” you giggled, “You’re handsome, you’re caring even if you don’t show it that much, you’re smart, ambitious, hardworking and the best husband I could ask for,” Naoya opened his lips, probably to ask a stupid why again, until you cut him off, silencing your odd husband with a kiss. Thankfully, Naoya gave in, relaxing at your touches. “Loving you is second nature to me. It’s not living if it’s not loving you.”

Although he didn’t – and would never say I love you – he had his own way of expressing it. He let you know that he shared the same stance at you, staring deep into your eyes while he cupped your cheek, surprisingly somber as he proudly said, “I made the right decision of marrying you.”

“I’m glad you don’t regret it.”

“I could never regret it,” he whispered back, but you had already fallen asleep. That night, you dreamt no more. There was no need to when everything you’ve ever wanted was already right there at your reach, and Naoya joined you long after, the faint linger of a loving kiss a husband only ever gave to his wife the last thing you felt before you faded off into dreamland.

[seita]

— better than (m.)

pairing : iwaizumi/reader

wordcount : 3.087

genre : fluff, smut, pwp

cw : college!au, athletic trainer!iwaizumi

tags : implied age gap (hes 27 reader is in college- age nkt specified. he's older tho), size kink, dom!iwa, pussy job (a lil bit), multiple orgasms, sensitivity kink (if u squint), squirting, fingering, creampie, aftercare.

note : this was just an excuse to write about how iwaizumi is better than any other boy <3 thank u to @toshisins for beta'ing this for me <3

+ summary : you're so tired of dumb college boys who hump and dump, with no stroke game, and can never even try to get you off. that is, until you meet 27 year old iwaizumi hajime.

When you first met Iwaizumi Hajime at the bar near your college campus, you noticed how good looking he was. Well, that was an understatement - he was tall, fit with tanned skin and a confident aura that made you weak in the knees.

You hadn't actually had the courage to approach him, however. Instead, you let some college boy buy you a cheap drink and take you home for some mediocre sex before kicking you out after not even 15 minutes of his reckless humping.

The second time you met him was at the same place. He was sitting at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey that was almost empty. His back was to you and it gave you a wonderful view of his broad shoulders.

The mediocre lay from the last time you had been there attempted to chat you up again with false confidence, as if he had been the best fuck of your life. Naturally, you weren't having any of his bullshit - he tried to rub your clit like a scratch and sniff, forcing you to pry his hand away from it, there was no chance in hell you were giving him another second of your time. He definitely wasn't the type of guy who took rejection well, if not evident by the way he exploded and went off calling you a wide, colorful variety of names paired with numerous hurtful insults that had tears of humiliation filling your eyes.

“Hey now,” a smooth, deep voice had interrupted his very public spiel, “Don’t punish the girl for your own short comings, if she doesn't wanna fuck you again, don't you think that says more about your abilities as a man?”

The other man sputtered, muttering even more curses before storming out - probably not wanting to tussle with a guy who looked like he benched every second of his day.

There was something about Iwaizumi that just immediately had your heart skipping a beat over him. He was kind, a gentleman, and never seemed desperate or overbearing. He was confident and comfortable with himself and where he was in life.

You quickly learned that Iwaizumi was 27, almost 28 and worked as an athletic trainer so he traveled a lot.

For a while, your relationship seemed one sided with him. You'd text him and he’d reply but he rarely ever actually reached out to you. You tried flirting with him, asking him out for drinks, but it never seemed to pull him in.

It was frustrating. In basically no time at all, you had developed a stupid puppy dog crush on him. You felt like a middle school girl with a crush on a high school senior - like he was never going to give you the time of day. You were simply too young for him.

You eventually stopped trying with him, choosing to delete your message thread with him and continued on with your life.

You went through more college-boy hookups - all of them ending in disaster. Quite frankly, you were fed up with mediocre cock and being treated like shit when they were done with you. It wasn't a nice feeling, being kicked out after they didn't even bother trying to make you cum.

You couldn’t help but wonder what Iwaizumi would be like in bed. He was just so attractive, you knew he had gotten his dick wet more times than he could count. He definitely seemed the type who preferred relationships over hookups.

That's when it occurred to you.

You pulled out your phone and scoured your contacts. It had been a couple weeks since you spoke but you couldn't resist bugging him just one last time. You opened a new message thread with him and quickly typed the question that was now plaguing your mind.

“Do you have a girlfriend?”

It was the question that had changed the course of your relationship with him.

When you asked, it was like everything fell into place. Perhaps it finally relayed to him the interest you had. All that really mattered was the fact he suddenly began talking to you, starting conversations and even venturing into phone calls with you.

You lost all interest in those college boys you once hung out with and went home with to get laid. None of them made you feel the way Iwaizumi could with a simple text message. He was everything a girl could ask for and you were shocked he was single.

Which was why you were quick to ask him on a date, not caring if it made you look desperate -- you practically were. You would be damned if he went off the market while you were busy beating around the bush.

Going on a date with Iwaizumi was like a dream. You were so used to dates at sleazy bars for a couple of drinks just so they could hurry up and take you home for a quick fuck.

Iwaizumi took the time to take you on several dates -- dinner, movies, walks around town to obscure shops he thought you might like, before it finally led to the bedroom.

You had never been nervous with sex but with Iwaizumi it was different. The routine was dumb college boys who usually fawned over your tits for a few minutes before their hard ons became the center of their brain function.

You found yourself completely bare on his bed as he stood at the foot, fully clothed. The way his eyes raked across your body like a lion eyeing its next, delicious meal had you curling in on yourself shyly.

His lips quirked up as your arms came across your breasts, shielding them from his predatory gaze, “Oh now, you know better than that, don’t you? What kind of good girl hides herself, hm? Acted so eager for my cock all this time, now you wanna be shy?”

You gasp, cheeks flushing hot as you register his words -- he’d known you wanted him that badly all this time?

He clicks his tongue, “You didn’t think you were subtle did you? Bet you would have done anything to get your paws on my dick when I got off work early the other day, hm? Showed up at your apartment...you were starin’ real hard at me, I’m right aren’t I?”

You think that to that day, lashes fluttering against your cheeks at the memory. He was wearing loose gray sweats and a muscle tank top that showed his biceps flexing with every movement he made. Your eyes had immediately been drawn, however more down to his crotch instead. Where you could clearly see the outline of his cock through the material.

You had stuffed your little fingers in your cunt for hours that night, thinking about how big he looked -- even soft, couldn’t imagine if he was hard.

“Ah, there you go again,” he muses, snapping you out of your haze, “Maybe if you ask real pretty for me, I’ll give you just what you want.”

“Please,” you immediately gasp, “Want you so much Hajime, i-it hurts. Can’t stop thinkin’ about you…”

“It hurts?” he huffs, finally reaching up to pull his shirt off, leaving you to ogle his pecs and defined abs, which flex as he works on removing his jeans, “Needy little cunt hurts ‘cause you don’t have a nice, fat cock stuffing it full? Such a dramatic little baby. I just know your phone is full of some little college boys’ numbers...why don’t you give them a call?”

You shake your head, “Don’t want them! I just know they’re not as good as you, Hajime, please...please make me cum, I'll do anything?”

“Aw, those idiot little boys don’t know how to make a pretty girl like you cum, is that it?” he asks, climbing onto the bed, making the mattress dip beneath you as he slots himself between your thighs.

“No,” you pout, letting him spread your legs, hands under your knees to open you up to his greedy gaze.

“So compliant with me, you just need a real man to get you off, huh?” he smiles when you nod, “Don’t worry, I’ll take real good care of you.”

Oh, you knew. Just from the way he moved his hips against yours, parting your folds so the head of his cock glided from your clenching little hole, dragging your slick up to your clit -- you just knew that he knew what he was doing.

As you looked between your legs, you felt yourself gush at the sight. His cock was so big, long and fat, drooling precum over your slick little slit, making a mess. He wrapped his fist around his length, making you whimper as his fingers couldn’t even wrap around the girth of him. He slapped his cock against your cunt, groaning at the strings of your slick that clung to him.

“Such a messy cunt,” he sighs, making sure to spank your clit with the head of his cock, laughing breathlessly when your thighs jumped in response to the sudden stimulation, “So fucking eager for me, aren’t you?”

“Uhuh,” you sigh, arching your hips, “Want you to fuck, please, Hajime, need it so bad.”

Much to your dismay, he shakes his head, “Can’t just put it in, pretty baby,” the pet name makes you whimper, “It’ll hurt too much, want you to feel good, yeah?”

“I can handle it,” you breathlessly reassure, canting his hips upward once more to drag your clit against that ridge on the crown of his cock, “Jus’ put it in…”

He doesn’t respond this time but still makes no move to put his cock inside. You’re distracted, however, by the way he now focuses on playing with your clit. Using his cock, he drags the underside across the hard little bud, slaps it once with the tip and before you know it your body is seizing up and you cum.

You let out a string of curses, falling limp against the bed as he works you through the quick high.

“See, that was so easy,” he chuckles, “Those stupid little boys you’ve been letting screw you have no idea what they’re doing, do they? Little cunts so sensitive, I barely even had to do anything to make you cum.”

You’re still trembling when you come down, licking your lips as you give him a dopey little smile and a nod at his cooing. He can’t resist leaning down, and pressing his lips against yours almost desperately. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a deep kiss while his hand finds its way between your legs, two fingers sliding easily into your slick little cunt.

You moan into his mouth, “Hajime ah! ...please, make me cum again.”

“Fuck, you’re so desperate for me,” he hisses through his teeth, “Clenching around my fingers so tight. If I crook my fingers...right here...I bet you’ll just…”

As if on cue, his fingertips hook on your g-spot and you squeal, legs kicking out as you gush around his fingers. He bites his lip and continues to fuck his fingers against that spot, watching your eyes roll back, mouth falling open in a silent cry as you cum for the second time in mere minutes.

“Y-You’re so good, Hajime…” you praise softly, “Fuck, please, give me your cock now!”

He laughs and sits up properly again, pulling his fingers from your cunt. He examines them for a second, slick with your cum and streaks of cream covering the digits before he pops them into his mouth with a moan, savoring the taste of you.

“Alright, baby,” he sighs after pulling out his fingers with a pop!. He grips you beneath the knees again and scoots closer until his tip prods at your entrance. You shudder at the feeling, “Relax for me, pretty girl, let me in…”

Iwaizumi begins pushing in, letting out a soft groan as the head finally buries itself in your cunt. You squeal at the feeling, pulling your knees closer to your chest. The sound of you moaning and whimpering just from his head has him throbbing almost painfully against your tender cunt.

“Almost there…” he huffs, grinning at the sight of your eyes rolling back, “Ah, does that feel good?”

“Yes!” you cry out, “Biggest cock I’ve ever had…’s full…”

“Yeah, baby? It feels so good to finally get your cunt filled with a nice, big cock huh?” he laughs when you nod eagerly, “It’s alright, baby. You won’t have to deal with any mediocre college boys anymore, yeah? This cock’s all yours now…you hear that? All yours.”

Your hand flies down between your legs, finding your clit. He watches with lidded eyes as you circle the little bud and squeal, keeping his hips still to let you cum around his cock nice and hard like you need.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he hums, “Get yourself off, you know what you need...atta girl…”

You sigh happily at his praise, licking your lips and relax against the bed once more. He takes that as his hint that you were ready, pulling his hips back before roughly slamming back inside your sensitive cunt. It knocks the air from your lungs and you cry out, unable to hold back your noises as he fucks you senseless.

He uses his strength to keep you pinned, forcing your knees against your chest, leaving your cunt open and vulnerable to his pistoning cock. Iwaizumi is so big that the stretch burns every time he sinks back into you, the tip touching your cervix with every calculated thrust, making your entire body ache with the deep pain of it.

But it all feels so good, you’d never been fucked like that before. He knew exactly where to aim his cock, keeping his eyes fixed on your face to watch your reactions, gaze flicking down to where his cock stuffs your cunt full to watch you coat him in your cream whenever he grazes that sweet little spot deep inside you -- a spot no other man had ever tried to find before.

“Feel good?” he questions, though he knew the answer even before you cry it out.

“Ah, yes! Yes, yes, yes!” you sob, “I-It feels so good, Hajime! Fuck, you’re so good at fucking me! You make me feel like a virgin all over again!”

He grins, “Yeah, I know I am, baby.”

His cocky, confident response would have been a turn off with any other man, but with him -- it only made you moan. He had every right to be cocky, he knew just how to use his cock and it was exhilarating.

“You gotta cum again for me, pretty,” he pants, “Cum again, one more time, let go.”

Your throat burns from how much you scream for him, the messy noises coming from him fucking your sloppy cunt should be embarrassing -- you’ve never made such a mess before. You’ve never been so wet, creaming and gushing all the way down his balls.

He didn’t seem to mind, instead he seemed to only be turned on by it.

“I want you to squirt, can you do that for me? Make a pretty mess for me.”

You shake your head, “D-Don’t know how...Can’t.”

“Yes you can, baby,” he purrs, “I can make you, you know that I will.”

You didn’t but, you couldn’t help but nod -- immediately believing him and trusting him. He shifts his knees just slightly, changing his center of balance before his palm curls over your pubic bone, thumb effortlessly finding itself pressed against your clit.

The change in angle lets him hit your g-spot even more brutal than before. You’re immediately arching and crying out for him, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm slam into you faster than you’d ever experienced.

Instead of slowing you down, he works you through it, keeping the same, animalistic pace and keeps his thumb pressed against your clit, the rough pad of his thumb has you ogling. If anything, the calloused hands of Iwaizumi proves to you how much of a real man he is, those college boys have nothing on him.

“Give it to me, c’mon,” he urges, clenching his teeth together from the effort it takes to keep going to this hard and fast pace.

“H-Haji…” you cut yourself off as you feel yourself get thrown over the edge again. This time, something feels different and you can’t help but sob, “Please! I-I’m gonna-!”

“That’s it, fuck!” he moans, pace stuttering when you squirt -- your cum splashing against his abs as you shudder and squeal, “Good fuckin’ girl, my good girl. Shit, where do you want me to cum?”

“I-Inside! Fuck, please! I need your cum!” you immediately sob, nails biting in his biceps where you reach out to grip him -- trembling and crying from overstimulation as he works towards his own high.

“You sure? Shit,” you nod, breathless pleas falling from your lips as he finally stills, spilling his load deep inside with a long, drawn-out groan.

Everything is still for a moment and then he’s pulling out with a hiss. You whine at the feeling of your cunt gaping, yearning for his cock again, as his cum leaks out.

He hums, “Sorry about that, let me get you cleaned up.”

You sigh, and close your eyes, trying to relax and let your body settle its trembling. He comes back and quietly works on cleaning the mess between your thighs.

“Alright, up you go,” he sighs, taking your arm and helping you to your feet. You whine and wobble for a second, making him laugh, “You good?”

“Y-Yeah…” you stumble a bit and lean against his dresser, looking for your discarded clothes.

He has his back to you as he strips his sheets. Suddenly, you feel shut out -- like you shouldn’t be there anymore.

He brushes past you to his closet, pulling out some fresh sheets. You feel silly, standing there naked while he gets ready for bed. You bend down and grab your panties, clumsily putting them on before moving to pick up your dress, where it’s crumpled on the floor.

“What’re you doing?” he laughs, “That won’t be comfortable to sleep in.”

“Huh?” you tilt your head to the side and he pauses fluffing his pillows.

“What...you didn’t think I was kicking you out, did you?” he asks and scoffs at the face you make.

“Well I...usually I…” you shift on your feet nervously and he frowns, walking up to you.

He cups your cheeks and makes you look at him, “Jesus, who have you been fucking?” he laughs and gently nudges you towards the bed, “Lay down before you fall over.”

Fighting back a smile, you do as you’re told and sit on the bed, watching as he puts on a fresh pair of sweats, waiting for him to join you. When he does, he immediately pulls you into his arms, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Take a nap, and then we’ll take a shower.”

“It’s 11 at night, it wouldn’t be a nap,” you counter with a giggle.

“Well,” he sighs, “Take a shower in the morning then, and then we can go get breakfast, yeah?”

You smile and relax against him, “Sounds good.”

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[oh-katsuki]

Don’t Tell (Armin x Reader)

Pairing: Armin x Reader

Content: professor!armin, smut, overstimulation, dub con, power dynamics, semi-public sex (classroom), oral (m receiving), sub!armin

TW: dub con, overstimulation, professor!armin, sub!armin

Word Count: 2.4k

A/n: subby armin? yeth. Archive Fic

Your ocean science professor, Professor Arlert, always drove you crazy. There was just something about him that had you clenching your thighs. He was so proper, so quiet, and so unassuming, god you would do anything to take a bite out of him. You watched as his slender fingers traced across his keyboard, wrapping up his lecture with his standard dismissal, his blue eyes meeting your own as you sat to the left side of the lecture hall. Armin’s face flushed red as he darted his eyes back down to his computer upon meeting your gaze, and you fought back a smile at the way he seemed to try to disappear into his blue sweater.

The lecture hall cleared out, scores of students leaving the room to get to their next class or simply go back home, but you lingered behind, only starting to pack up your things when the room had become slightly empty. You took your time placing your things away, the air between you and Armin growing thicker as time passed. Making your way down the lecture hall steps, you approached the lectern, Armin attempting to avoid looking at you until you cleared your throat.

“Professor?” You spoke, looking up at him and stepping a little closer than you needed to be.

His face turned a soft pink as he turned his head down to look at you. “Yes, _____?” You could hear the slight shake in his voice as you smirked up at him, taking another step closer.

God, you could do this all day just to drink in the way he reacted to you. It was precious, and the thought of what he would look like under you had arousal building in your core.

“Do you think that if- “ Your sentence was interrupted, Armin jumping back from you as the next lecturer entered the room.

“Ah, Professor Arlert, my apologies! I thought your class would have cleared out by now.” They spoke, their attitude upbeat.

“Professor Hange, I was just about to leave. ____ just had a question for me.” He hesitated, his voice catching. “What was it that you needed?” You could see the remnants of a blush on his cheeks as he made eye contact with you. It was cute how he was trying to keep his composure, cute how he was pretending that your proximity to him didn’t have him hard in his pants.

“Ah, nothing. I’ll come back for your office hours.” You chuckled, waving your hand. “Make sure you save me a spot okay? I’ve got a lot to ask.” Your gaze lingered on him for a second before you turned to Professor Hange. “Nice to meet you.”

—–

Armin knew he shouldn’t be looking at you like that. He knew that as a professor, he had to be professional, you were a student after all, just trying to get your education. Still, he found himself antsy at the idea of spending time alone with you, even if it simply was to go over course material. He’d even gone so far as to tell other students that his appointments were booked for the day, just in case you wanted to spend more time in this cramped meeting room.

However, his worst transgression in his mind was the way he’d groomed for you. The way he’d trimmed himself and showered before his office hours began because there was some part of him that hoped your real reason for coming was far more sinful. What he didn’t realize was just how correct he was.

“Professor?” You rapped gently three times on the ajar door to his office, pushing the door open slightly to peek in.

“____, come in.” His gaze found yours, motioning to the array of chairs in front of him.

You smiled sweetly at him, walking over to the chair beside him and taking a seat. His eyes widened at your choice, breath hitching as you scooched it closer to him. “How are you today?” you asked, leaning your cheek on your hand.

“I’m good, ___. And you?” He was being formal, his back straight as he pretended to occupy himself with organizing his papers, pretending he couldn’t see the way your eyes hungrily scanned over his figure.

“Better now.” You piped up, flashing your teeth at him and crossing one leg over the other.

That skirt you were wearing had him drooling at the way your thighs squished against each other and he was finding it difficult to keep his eyes off of you and the curves of your body. His gaze wasn’t lost on you of course, and you only became more aggressive in your advancements, however, each time Armin would pull himself back, attempting to gain some semblance of professionality.

The two of you continued like this for a while, a dance between two people who knew exactly what they wanted, one being too afraid to take it. The tipping point was when you put your hand on his thigh, ghosting it upwards and squeezing slightly.

“Professor, I still don’t understand.” You frowned at him, hand squeezing the meaty flesh of his thigh and eyes drifting down to where his cock now strained at his jeans. Your mouth fell open into a gentle o, meeting his eyes.

“I- I think it’s best if-” You cut him off, hand moving over his bulge as you moved your lips close to his, so they ghosted against him as you spoke.

“It’s okay.” You looked at him for a second, the way the blush rushed to his pretty cheeks, or the way his lips trembled against yours.

Fuck he was so innocent, such a goody goody. A proper and respected professor that you now had stuttering before your eyes. You wanted to ruin him. You loved the way his cock started to twitch under your hand as you kneeled between his legs, undoing the buckle on his belt while the pretty blonde stared at you, a prominent blush on his cheeks and his eyebrows furrowed in mock resistance. He was so hard by the time you’d gotten him in your hand, a bead of pre-cum gathering at the top. You wiped your thumb across it, Armin’s head falling back against the chair.

“We shouldn’t…” He spoke, his voice trailing off at the way your eyes looked as you gave the head of his cock a kitten lick.

“Think of it as a thank you.” You spoke, licking a broad stripe up the side of him. “You’re just such a good teacher.” Your other hand came to graze his balls. “So pretty too… such a pretty voice and such a pretty cock.”

The praise went right to his head and as if he couldn’t be more consumed by you, you took him in your mouth and the prettiest moan escaped his lips. You felt so warm around him, your cheeks hollowed out and your tongue pressing against the underside of his head. He tasted salty but clean, and you couldn’t get enough of the way the smooth skin of his cock felt against your tongue. His reactions were just too precious, the stutters that came from his mouth as he tried to will himself to stop you, and the way he fought the instinct to bring his hand to your hair.

“Huh, I could-” He groaned. “I could lose my- fuuuuck.” Armin’s mouth fell open when you sucked on the head of his cock, your tongue swirling around as your hands pumped what you weren’t taking. His moan went right to your pussy, arousal pooling in your panties.

“Our little secret.” You mumbled, taking him fully down your throat. You lifted your eyes to look at him, to take in his expression. His mouth was hung open, hands clutching either side of the chair beside him, and his face was bright pink as pretty whimpers fell from his lips. “You wanna fuck me?” Armin fell silent, his bottom lip trembling. He looked so different from how he normally did. Usually he was so put together, but right now he looked messy, his hair was messed up and the collar of his button down was open and out of place. This was the reaction you were looking for, the one that had you shifting on your knees to relieve the tension building in your core.

“You’ve got to say it if you want it.”

“Yes, please.” He spoke, flinching slightly as your tongue swiped over the tip of his cock. You stopped pumping him and he whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Please what?”

“Please let me fuck you.” He whined, eyebrows knit together.

You smirked, standing up and sitting on his lap, guiding his hand to your clothed cunt. You rubbed his delicate fingers over your clit. Armin could feel the wet spot, his whines becoming more pronounced as he realized that he’d been the one to get you so worked up.

“See what you did to me, professor.” You mumbled, your voice catching slightly as his fingers grazed your clit.

The words had his cock throbbing beneath you, his eyes shooting up to meet yours as he realized how desperate you were for him. Fucking you had been a fantasy for him, he’d stayed up late in his office, fucking his fist to the thought of how you’d look being stuffed full of him. He never thought he’d get to see you like this, grinding down onto his hand. Armin’s last semblance of professionalism was leaving him as he admired the way your hips ground against him, he wanted to give in, to let you fuck him, let you have him.

“Please.” You spoke breathily, your gaze meeting his. That was it, any chance Armin had at fighting back was now gone with one simple word from you and he pulled your panties to the side and pushed a finger into your heat.

Armin curled his finger a few times, hitting that spot inside of you and watching the way your eyebrows furrowed together at how he felt inside of you. He wasn’t working towards a goal, just experimenting with the way you whined and whimpered above him. Your eyes never left his as he pulled his finger from you and brought it to his lips, tasting you.

“I taste good?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you reached down for him, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick.

Armin nodded fervently, moaning slightly as he made sure to get all of you off of his fingers. He couldn’t focus, his mind was hazy and completely clouded with thoughts of you. Fuck he wanted to be inside of you and the “let me” that slipped through his lips in his delirium had your legs starting to shake with anticipation.

You lowered yourself onto him, exhaling heavily as he filled you up, his cock stretching you open. Armin bottomed out with a whimper, his head rolling back against the chair in which he sat. Your legs straddled either side of him, and his hands came up to find your waist, running them over the dips in your hips. He’d wanted this for so long and whenever the thought crossed his mind that “holy fuck, they’re here and I’ve got my hands under their bunched up skirt and they’re looking at me that way”, his dick twitched with anticipation inside you.

With his hesitation gone, Armin started to roll his hips against yours as you rode him, bouncing up and down on him in a circular motion. You took his hands from your waist, bringing them to cup your tits and squeezing slightly. His cheeks flushed red, eyes widening as you brought his hands under your shirt to squeeze the supple flesh. You’d decided against wearing a bra, and that fact didn’t go unnoticed as Armin’s fingers pinched at your nipples, earning him a small moan.

He continued to roll his hips against yours, your lips moving to kiss his neck. Your professor’s whimpers and moans only served to bring you closer as your hips moved up and down over him with more fervor. He tilted his head to the side to give you easier access, his breath picking up.

“Fuck, feels good.” He whimpered into the hair by your ear.

“Yeah?” You breathed against him, rolling your hips. “Y’gonna cum, professor? For me?” You asked as he began to quickly unravel beneath you.

“Y-mhm.” Armin spoke, giving you no warning as he came into you, his hips snapping up abruptly into your g-spot as he rode out his orgasm.

His thrusts began to slow, but you took his jaw in your hand, bringing his attention to you. “I’m not finished yet.” You breathed, picking up your pace against him and rutting your hips forward so the head of his cock hit the spot in you that had your eyes rolling back.

You felt so full and each drag of his cock along your walls had you clenching around him. You brought your lips to his, licking into his mouth as he trembled beneath you, the overstimulation becoming too much. You leaned back, your back forming a pretty little arching as you began to rub your clit, meeting his gaze.

“Professor, do this for me.” You took his shaking hand, unsteady from the overstimulation. “I know you can.” Slowly, you began to use his hand to rub slow circles into your clit, a moan pushing past your lips.

Armin began to moan and whimper, his fingers shaking against your heat as you ground down against him. Your breath left you in shaky whimpers as your eyes found his. You could feel him twitch within you and you whined against his lips.

“Gonna cum again for me, sir?” You asked, earning another nod from Armin, pulling away to steal a peek at his face as he came again, a dry orgasm wracking through his body.

He fell forward, his free hand coming up to grab at anything as euphoria took over him.

“Fuu-uck.” He whined.

His little voice and flushed face as you fucked him through his orgasm threw you over the edge, your body shaking on top of his as your walls clenched around his sensitive cock.

The two of you sat there for a moment, bodies against each other as Armin gently grabbed at you in an attempt to ground himself. You stood up from his lap, adjusting your panties so they rested back over your cunt, stuffed full of his cum.

Your professor sat back in the chair, dumb founded, before tucking himself back into his pants, raking a hand through his hair.

“____? We- uhm I-” He stuttered as you packed your things up, watching the way you wiggled in your skirt, knowing that only minutes earlier you’d been cooing him through an orgasm.  

“Don’t worry professor, I won’t tell if you won’t.”

[queenshelby]

Fun at the Markets

50 Shades of Murphy – Part Four

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: SMUT, Public Sex, BDSM, Dom/Sub

Words: 2,296

‘Do you actually want me to come with you? You know you could say no’ you said after Cillian’s mother and sister had left and you were wondering why Cillian didn’t try and get out of this rather awkward situation. After all, you weren’t in a relationship. You simply met up to have sex.

‘I know I could have said no’ Cillian said with a warm smile before giving you a gentle kiss and cupping your face. ‘But I want you to come and spend the day with me’ he then said.

‘Alright, let me have a shower and get dressed then’ you said after looking at the watch.

‘Shower sounds good to me’ Cillian smirked and, within less than two minutes, you both were undressed and beneath the hot stream of water in Cillian’s large bathroom.

‘Turn around’ Cillian instructed in haste but, this time, you shook your head.

‘No’ you grinned as your hands traced over his wet skin, all the way down to his pubic hair.

‘No?’ Cillian asked surprised and you shook your head.

‘No’ You repeated. ‘You only get to be in charge when we are inside the playroom’ you then added before you pushed him onto the stone bench along the wall of the shower.

The rain shower head dripped water onto your bodies as you squatted above Cillian’s lap, reaching down and taking hold of him.

‘Alright, I let you be in charge this time’ Cillian chuckled as you lowered yourself onto him.

‘Hmm you feel good’ you groaned as you sank onto him before kissing him passionately.

The water ran down your breasts, over your stomach and between your legs. Between your legs, you felt his strength within you, matched by your own feminine strength, typically more flexible, supplicant.

For once, you were dominated him and he was helpless before you.

Cillian’s eyes were on your breasts and then your eyes as you looked down into his while you were riding him.

You felt him throbbing inside of you. His eyes widened and he opened his mouth to speak but you covered it and kept riding, eliciting a loud groan from Cillian.

Suddenly you began to ride him harder, squeezing his cock with your body. He felt his orgasm coming and you felt it too.

‘Fill me with your cum’ you groaned, wanting to feel him come inside you when you reach your high.

‘Fuck’ Cillian groaned again into your palm and you could feel his breath between your fingers. He moaned and his body slackened. His legs and arms weakened. He couldn’t resist you and couldn’t push you off as you forced him over the edge.

You felt the first shot within you and you slammed down onto him, pushing your softness against his body, squeezing as you lift off, milking another shot out of him. As you felt each stream of cum, your orgasm built until it was inevitable.

She slammed against him, your warm and wet pussy lips sticking to his skin as you writhed against him and thought about his hard cock inside you.

‘Oh god fuck yes’ you moaned as you wrapped your arms around Cillian’s neck and arched your back as you reached your orgasm.

‘Hmm, so good’ you moaned again as you let go of Cillian’s mouth and slid off of him, causing his cum drip from you on to the floor.

***

‘I have a little surprise. I bought something that I think you might enjoy and I would like you to wear it, today, when we go to the markets’ Cillian smirked when you walked into his bedroom to get dressed and you were wondering what this was about. Was he wanting to pick out your clothes now?

‘Well, you've got my attention’ you said with a slight giggle and Cillian was quick to hand you a small box.

Without hesitation, you opened it but you weren’t sure what you were looking at.

It looked like a pair of satin black underwear. It was clearly a thong, but there seemed to be some extra material in the front.

‘Oh Jesus Cillian. We are going out with your mother. I am not wearing this’ you said somewhat shocked when you realised that the panties were fitted out with a vibrator.

‘You did read the contract, didn’t you?’ Cillian smirked and you simply rolled your eyes at him and reminded him that he was only in charge when you were inside the playroom.

‘May I refer to clause 5.3 which deals with the usage of toys outside of the playroom’ Cillian smirked and, again, you rolled your eyes before nodding and agreeing to his request.  

‘And yet you just rolled your eyes at me’ he said before giving you a light playful smack on your ass before telling you that, once he gets alone time with you in the playroom again, you would be in trouble.

‘Put them on’ he then instructed again and you couldn’t help but giggle and take them out of his hands.

You put them on as Cillian had requested and could feel that, at the front of the underwear was a little ridge about two inches long, sticking out about half an inch from the fabric.

‘Uhm, how do I turn it on?’ you wondered as Cillian adjusted the panties so that the vibrator sat right in between your pussy lips and flash against your clit.

‘You don’t. I do. The vibrator is connected to my phone via Bluetooth’ Cillian then smirked.

‘Cillian!’ you protested, shaking your head before reaching for the panties in an attempt to take them off until Cillian reminded you, in a sarcastic way, how much fun you had with the nipple clamps the night before.

‘I will use them again and tighten them a bit further around your sweet little nipples unless you do as I say’ Cillian then threated playfully and you grabbed your jeans and pulled them up over your panties with a slight sigh of disapproval.

Your tight jeans pushed the vibrator against your clit even more firmly and you were worried that anyone could hear it if it was turned on.

‘Perfect, now let’s go, eh’ Cillian smiled once you were all dressed, knowing that, once again, he was in control over you.

You nodded before you rolled your eyes again and followed Cillian to his car. Cillian just shrugged and smiled somewhat amused.

***

‘Oh, there you are’ Cillian’s mum said excitedly as you greeted her and Cillian’s two sisters in front of the coffee stand at the local farmer’s markets.

‘Sorry we are a little late’ you said somewhat nervously as you watched Cillian pull out his phone.

‘That’s fine Love. We are used to Cillian being late’ she said. ‘Your father is at the mall Love. You can join him instead of looking at bath bombs and candles with us’ she then said to Cillian, but Cillian declined politely.

‘I love bath bombs and candles’ Cillian joked, causing his sister to roll her eyes.

‘You must be special Y/N. He usually hates coming to the markets with us’ she said somewhat amused about her brother’s contentment to go shopping with four women.

As you walked from stand to stand, occasionally your jeans would rub in such a way that the ridge of the vibrator would gently tweak your clit. It was mildly pleasant, but not anything to write home about and you managed to keep a straight face whenever it happened.

After almost fifteen minutes, Cillian still hadn’t made use of his phone and you were wondering when he would and whether you would be able to still keep the straight face and engage in some conversation.

Finally, you stopped in front of a candle stall and Cillian’s sister and you looked through all of the different ones on display, smelling them and reading up about their ingredients.

Cillian thought that he had been patient enough and, without you noticing it, he reached for his phone and opened the app controlling the vibrator.

Then, all of a sudden, you could feel it, a small buzz for a second or two, just long enough to take your breath away.

‘Hmm’ you let out involuntarily, causing Cillian’s sister to look at you somewhat surprised.

‘This candle smells nice’ you quickly said, causing her to take it out of your hand to have a smell herself.

Then, once again, Cillian quickly buzzed the control as you picked up another candle. You were half expecting it, but still paused, inhaling sharply as you could feel the vibrating sensation.

Undaunted, you put the candle down again and started browsing through the others. One of the salespersons came over and offered to assist you.

Sure enough, just as she talked to you, the buzzing started again but, to your surprise, this time, it didn’t stop.

‘Hmm, uhm, do you…uhm have this style in a rose…uhm’ you struggled to speak but the sales assistant knew what you were after and let you have a smell of a rose flavoured candle.

Just as you did, Cillian came walking over towards you and his sister.

‘Are you alright babe?’ he asked cheekily while turning up the vibrator.

‘Yes’ you huffed out while pressing your legs together all while Cillian had a few questions for the sales assistant himself.

‘What is the burn temperature on these?’ Cillian asked, causing the sales assistant to look at him somewhat puzzled.

’70C’ she then said somewhat confused as to why he cared.

‘That’s too hot Love. You are going to burn yourself’ he then said, winking at you as he did.

‘I am sure she’s a big girl and who knows how to light a candle Cilly’ Cillian’s sister then chuckled, laughing about her brother’s comment.

‘Well, I am just looking out for her’ Cillian then said before giving you a kiss on the cheek and whispering into your ear.

‘Anything above 55C is really going to hurt’ he said before walking away and turning up the vibrator yet another notch.

‘So, we do have these candles which burn at just above 50C. All natural. Do you want to have a smell?’ the woman then asked.

‘Uhm yes…please’ you stammered before holding onto the table beside you.

‘Miss, are you okay?’ the woman asked and you nodded with a brief smile.  

This was getting ridiculous. You looked like an idiot in the eyes of the sales assistant as the device was starting to elicit a small biological reaction and you felt your cheeks gently flush.

‘Yes, thank you… I will take two’ you stammered again before quickly paying for your candles and walking off, almost leaving them behind on the counter.

Cillian followed behind, smirking as he did.

‘Is Y/N alright?’ his sister then asked before you met up with Cillian’s mother and his other sister again.

‘She has been having some stomach cramps’ Cillian said bluntly before turning off the vibrator for the remainder of your shopping trip.

***

By the time you reached Cillian’s sister’s house, your panties were already soaking wet and, whilst you struggled to contain yourself, you were desperate to feel more.

But, Cillian was careful and waited until after you all enjoyed his mother’s roast and dessert and until there were no children present in the dining room before he turned the vibrator back on.

Luckily, the music in the background overshadowed the low sound of the buzzing. Yet, it couldn’t overshadow your reaction.

‘Oh!’ you exclaimed in the middle of a conversation as you could suddenly feel the vibrator buzz away once again.

‘Are you alright dear?’ Cillian’s mother asked and you nodded and responded with a shy and quiet ‘yes’.

The buzzing was definitely having an effect. You were feeling a lot of tingling between your legs and a flush of pleasure had spread across your body. Your nipples had slowly hardened. Fortunately, your t-shirt was thick enough, that they weren't really noticeable.

As you sat there and enjoyed your glass of wine, the buzzing increased again and was now really affecting you. Your nipples felt rock hard, your breathing had quickened, your face was flush and you felt moisture forming between your legs.

‘Oh damn, I be right back. I am sorry’ you gasped, as your arms gripped the side of the chair and your body stiffened.

Then, you forced yourself up as best as you could and quickly made your way to the bathroom.

‘I better go and check on her’ Cillian was quick to say before excusing himself as well.

You let out a loud gasp just as he entered the bathroom and locked the door behind him and held up his phone with a devilish smile. The buzzing on your clit increased and you felt yourself coming deliriously close to the edge. You wanted to come. You needed to come and, in an attempt to quickly bring you over the edge and find your release, you pressed the palms of your hand into your crotch to try and press the vibrator firmer onto your clit just as Cillian approached you and, suddenly turned off his phone.

‘No no no…you can’t’ you huffed out, wanting to cum so desperately now that you were on your own.

‘Did you ask for permission?’ he then grinned and you shook your head.

‘I am sorry…please…please I need to cum’ you whimpered quietly.

‘No Love. This is my sister’s house. It would be inappropriate’ Cillian then smirked before giving you a kiss and asking you to return to the dining room with him.

***

When you returned to the table, Cillian’s mother poured you and Cillian yet another glass of red wine.

‘Ma, I can’t, I will need to drive back to Dublin’ he said as his sister’s house was located 45 minutes south from his. 

‘You can stay in the guestroom if you like’ his sister then offered and Cillian agreed to her suggestion after checking with you.

Whilst you enjoyed spending time with Cillian’s family, you knew what this meant. You certainly would not be coming any time soon and, yet, you were practically soaking through your panties and onto the dining room chair. 

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[p-antomime]

dawn addiction.

— minors don't interact.

— wc: 3,3K

content + warnings: 18+, including: car sex, oral (female receiving), fingering, public sex (kinda of), unprotected sex, tummy bulge, pet names (dabi actually calls the reader "princess"), virginity loss (only mentioned), i bit of fluff bye

pairings: no quirk!dabi x fem!reader

— song: Press Your Number; by TAEMIN

After waking up alone one dark night without you sleeping next to him in the spacious bed placed in the middle of his room, Dabi catches himself thinking about you and feeling strange without having your warm body next to his in the bed. Thinking about Y/N was becoming a vicious habit for him and it was the kind of addiction that the more he fed, the more it seemed to swallow his sanity. However, he didn't blame you for not wanting to be seen or related to him, in a small town like the two of you Touya was the delinquent that people avoided interacting with lest they be excluded from that closed society.

He stretches to the side in order to get his own phone from the small table placed on the side of his bed and finds himself standing there for a few seconds feeling the smell of your body that permeated the pillow next to him. After taking a deep inhale, Dabi unlocks his cell phone to try to call you, but there is no answer, after all, it was past 1:00 AM in the dawn and Y/N was now probably lying in her own bed in her house trying to sleep.

The dark haired man lets out an impatient grunt before dropping the cell phone on the bed. He was deeply rooted in you and, because of that, feeling like an insane madman who was insisting on something that couldn't be his. But what could he do but fall in love with you after kissing your lips countless times and spreading your legs dangerously wide for him before claiming your virginity as his?

And the end of that night, just like all the others where you would finish fucking and you would shamefully put on your clothes to go home, would be filled by him masturbating with the thought of your naked body running through his mind.

Touya could feel the warm temperature of yours with little mental effort with his own fingers and would cling to the fading memories of the few non-sexual moments you had shared over the past few months.

That night, Dabi slept when the sun was already up, but Y/N, on the other hand, didn't even sleep a wink. She couldn't even take a lousy nap, because her eyes were glued to her cell phone screen waiting to see if he would call her again because on the first call of the night she wasn't brave enough to answer knowing that her parents were half a wall away. A coward? Yes, that's what she was. But there was a perfect daughter demeanor that she needed to maintain, especially if she wanted to continue to nurture her father's idea of letting her start studying at a university in the metropolitan area of the country.

Y/N would turn twenty a week from today — and if her father's promise to give you a car came true, her plan was already halfway done — and she didn't want to be stuck in that small, rural town forever. She had big dreams, and, ironically, in most of them the fulminating image of Dabi was present beside her. What if she was the only one there who wanted to leave that life? What if he didn't want to leave with her? But more importantly, at what point had their relationship become so deep?

It was now 7 o'clock in the morning, which meant that in about two hours your parents would wake up to go to work. You took a deep breath and reached out to grab the cell phone lying next to you on the bed, and then began to type a message as brief and vague as possible to your lover:

"Pack up all your stuff by next Friday. Take everything that you think is important or of value to you, pack it up, and meet me on the other side of the bridge that leads to the avenue out of town, the side that has the rusty 'Welcome to our town' sign. At two o'clock in the morning. No delays. And please try not to draw too much attention, wear the most decent, neutral clothes you have in your closet. Oh, and bring documents."

And all week long you could barely look your parents in the face without feeling guilty for wanting to break free from their protective arms, but you just couldn't take it anymore. You hated that small town, and you also hated being forced to go to church every Thursday and Sunday with your mother because she said that God would "bless you with all your dreams come true," so why didn't he just indirectly help you leave that town behind? Literally, the only thing holding you back in that town was Touya and you wanted to take him with you outside the boundaries of that town that looked more like a village forgotten by the rest of the world.

Y/N's favorite place to be was Dabi's lips, and even then, the girl's replies to him by messages and short calls that didn't last more than 5 minutes started to decrease drastically. The useless monologues continue to increase inside her mind. Until the Thursday before her birthday when Y/N was about to fall asleep after standing for almost 2 hours listening to the local church mass hoping that her mother would not notice her slouching and irritable posture, suddenly a sound of something banging against her bedroom window was heard. And initially she didn't bother to get up to find out what had caused the noise, until she heard it twice more and frowned as she got out of bed after seeing that it was almost two o'clock in the dawn.

You drew the curtains in front of the window, opened it and stuck your head out, looking down and suddenly feeling your cheeks heat up violently. And there was Touya looking at you with a look of sorrow and animosity. He pointed in the direction of the hidden backyard behind your house where the two of you in the beginning of your relationship used to hide just to spend some time together or have a make-out session that ended up leaving both of you sexually frustrated because neither of you had the courage to have sex in that place where anyone could see you if you made too much noise. However, Dabi was the devil in your life worth sinning for.

— What the fuck are you doing here? — Y/N asked almost desperately as she felt Touya wrap one of his arms around her waist to glue their bodies together.

— What? Can't a man miss his beloved and want to go see her? — He asked, holding her face with his free hand. — You barely answer my messages.

— I told you we were going to meet tomorrow, on Friday. — You rested your hands on his chest to move away just enough to look him in the face.

— And about that, you're killing me with curiosity, princess. What are you thinking of doing tomorrow? It's your birthday. — Dabi commented, running his thumb along her bottom lip affectionately.

— I-I know. — You replied, looking away. — I was planning on... going out... with you. — You just didn't say it was going to be an out-of-town trip with no intention of coming back.

— What are you hiding? — He asked, leaning down to place a simple, tender kiss on her lips.

— Would you follow me wherever I went?

— I would follow you to the ends of hell if you asked me to. — Dabi answered, and instinctively you grabbed his face to place your lips back on theirs in a kiss deeper than the one before in a frenzy of feeling.

— Then do it. — Y/N whispered against his lips staring into his beautiful turquoise eyes. — For my birthday the only thing I ask from you is to always be by my side, I don't need material gifts.

Seconds after you finished speaking, the sound of footsteps inside your house could be heard, and a shiver ran down your back as your hands desperately pushed Dabi away in the direction of the very door through which the two of you had entered the yard.

— Damn, not even at dawn I... — Touya began to complain as he walked briskly away from you and disappeared into the darkness of the night to return to his house.

— Shhh, shut up. I'll see you at dawn. Two o'clock, don't forget. — You whispered loud enough for him to hear you as you turned back and faced the back door of your house slowly opening to reveal to you the sleepy figure of your father.

— Honey? — He asked, and you gasped as if you were distracted by something while you could hear your heart beating rapidly. — What are you doing out here? It's late? and cold, you might catch cold.

— I... — Y/N looked around just to make sure there was no more sign of Dabi. — I heard a noise here when I went down to get some water and just wanted to come down and see if it wasn't an animal or something. But it was nothing, I guess it was just my mind playing with me. — It was a good enough lie considering that it wasn't hard to wake up during the night to go to the bathroom or eat something from the fridge.

And then your father called you inside and you promptly went. As the day went on, not even your father's birthday present with the car seemed to quell the anxiety inside you of going to see Dabi in the middle of the night with no intention of coming home. Y/N packed three backpacks and after watching your parents go to sleep, put them all on the back seats of the car after grabbing the keys that your father had left on top of the coffee table in the living room, and also grabbing some money from your father's safe that was in a secluded room in the residence.

After writing a short, albeit long, letter explaining to her mother that she was going to the metropolitan city — but without saying with whom — to try a new life there and that you would be fine because "there were friends waiting for you there" — which was a big lie, but she didn't need to know that — Y/N put on a sweatshirt and ran out of her now former home. Remembering all the various driving lessons her mother had made her take last year, you put the key in the ignition and made sure that your license and other documents were in one of the pockets of the three backpacks on the back seats. And you set off across town to reach the end of the bridge that served as both a gateway into and out of the city, parking exactly beside the welcome sign.

After about fifteen minutes, you watched a silhouette approach through the darkness, and if you didn't recognize the blue-toned sweatshirt with white details that Dabi usually wore when he didn't want to attract attention, you would surely lock yourself inside your car for fear that it was some sexual predator. Before he could finish approaching you at the agreed upon spot and open his mouth to vocalize something, you ran toward him to jump into his arms and kiss him fervently like you hadn't done in almost two weeks. He didn't fight your grip and responded to your display of affection instantly, he missed your touch more than he would admit.

— Where are we going? — He asked, analyzing her new car as he watched you open the back seat door and gestured for him to put his own belongings inside.

— To the big city. — You answered unlocking the door next to the driver's seat after hearing Dabi choke on his own saliva looking at you as if he hadn't heard you correctly. — Come in. — Your head swiveled inward.

— What do you mean we're going to the city? What about your parents? You have a loving family here, I have nothing to lose, but you? — Dabi put one hand on her shoulder and squeezed it gently.

— I want to go to the city. I want to live with you. — Y/N replied feeling her cheeks heat up and looking at him expectantly. — You said you would go anywhere with me, to the ends of hell.

— And I will, but this decision... — You interrupted him.

— Please. For once in my life I want to do things my way. Without having to hide you from anyone, without having anyone judge me for being with you. Let's go to another city, live together, we'll figure it out when we get there. — You put one hand on his forearm, squeezing it gently.

Touya took a few seconds to process the information and after looking from you to the car, he said:

— Where are the keys? — You waved them in front of him, flashing an amused smile. — So get in the car, doll face. I'll drive. — He gave you a light slap on the butt before pushing you toward the driver's seat, getting into the car and putting the key in the ignition. — How long until we reach the city?

— About six hours, we can get there in the morning.

— Great. — Dabi started the car and began to drive along the deserted road while resting one hand on Y/N’s covered thigh and occasionally giving the area a gentle squeeze.

After about an hour of driving, you became distracted by fiddling with your cell phone until you noticed his long fingers sneaking up and over your thighs until they came dangerously close to Dabi's real intended destination. Her eyes cast a serious countenance at him as if she were silently saying: "Don't you dare" and in response his lips parted in a defiant smile as his hand on the steering wheel slowed and eventually brought the car to a full stop.

— C'mon. It's been almost two weeks since we had sex. — He said, lowering the two seats you were sitting on and pulling you to sit on his lap with your back against the steering wheel.

— And the best place you could find to have sex was inside my new car? — Despite your complaint, you didn't try to restrain his hands from reaching into your sweatshirt to grab and squeeze your breasts, nor did you object to the feeling of his knee pressing against the middle of your legs.

Touya lifts your arms and pulls up your sweatshirt and then concentrates on removing the simple tank top and lacy bra you were wearing, shortly after which he leans over your body to take one of your nipples between his lips to begin stimulating it. In response, you rub your hips against his leg as your hands grip his dark hair as a way to relieve the growing tension settling through your body. His hands slowly slid down your back, past your waist and into your pants, while his right hand also invaded your panties to run his fingers over your pussy lips and his left was busy opening the buttons of that garment.

Y/N put her hands on the hem of his sweatshirt, pulled it up, and was not surprised to see him with nothing underneath. Strangely enough, his skin was naturally too warm and it was not hard to believe that even with the low temperature outside the car he would only need a casual sweatshirt to not feel cold. And that was exactly why you liked so much to run your hands along his body exploring him calmly to make your touches last longer.

Dabi turned his body so that you were lying on the passenger seat and stood over you with a smug smile as his hands dug in and squeezed the skin of your legs after he finished getting rid of your pants with some difficulty because of the tight space.

— Keep your legs open for me or I won't let you cum, princess. — He whispered, sliding his mouth down her torso to her pelvis and pulling her hips up as high as possible before burying his fingers inside her pussy and enveloping her clit with his lips.

Y/N's hands gripped Touya's now messy hair and pushed his face against her hip in search of more of that mind-blowing pleasure she had missed for the few days she had been avoiding him. Suddenly the car became extremely hot, almost to the point where you both felt suffocated and ironically neither of you cared about that, not when Dabi was curving his fingers and sucking your clit in the way that always made your vision cloud and too loud moans escape your mouth. But, you didn't want to cum in his mouth, so your hands moved his face away from your hips and pulled his body up.

— Please, Touya, I need you inside me. — Her voice was slurred by her rapid breathing.

Dabi didn't need you to say anything else, he just stepped back briefly to get rid of the clothes that were still covering his lower body, adjusted your hips to his, leaned on the car door behind your body and guided his cock to the entrance of your pussy. As you felt him fill and enlarge you completely with his tip rubbing against your cervix, you groaned, leaning on his shoulders to face him and watching the small rise against your belly that was always present when that black haired man penetrated you.

Touya slid one hand down your neck and closed his fingers around your neck applying just the right amount of pressure to make waves of pleasure run through your body and not to hurt you. He began to move and Y/N passed her legs around his waist moving her body downward every time Dabi moved upward, occasionally he would take her lips on his just because he liked to feel her moans against his mouth and the rhythm of his hips gradually began to get harder and faster.

— I should cum inside you, hmm? — Touya asked, keeping eye contact with you every moment he thrust inside you again and making you clench your walls around his length without you even realizing it. — Damn, I love you so much, you have no idea what I would do for you.

— So show me. — You grabbed the wrist of his hand that was still resting on your neck and squeezed it without too much force. — Make me your girl.

With a smug and satisfied smile, he continued thrusting himself against her insides to the point where her hips began to ache just seconds before she reached her own orgasm with her nails digging into the skin of Touya's arm and her back arching as spasms coursed through her entire body at a high rate of speed. He gave a few thrusts against your pussy until the white streaks of cum painted your insides and slowly pulled out of you, wanting to prolong the feeling of having you squeeze him some more.

Dabi let his tired body fall back against the driver's seat and concentrated on stabilizing his breathing while you did the same as you looked up at him with the following thought running through your mind: "This is definitely the man I want to be with forever". The thought made your cheeks burn and it didn't go unnoticed by him:

— What? — One of his eyebrows arched.

— Nothing, I was just thinking... about you, about us. — You answered, starting to look around the car for your clothes, and an amused laugh came from Touya's mouth, who looked at you tenderly.

— So I'm always on your mind?

— More than you think, yes. — Y/N answered, leaning over to place a tender kiss at the corner of his lips. — Now get ready, get your clothes, let's get back on the road.

— Can we fuck again before we get to the city again? — Her eyes narrowed in disapproval.

— Shut up, you idiot.

[seokiie]

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"Yoongii, stoppp..." You and Yoongi were currently on set for the Daechwita music video, sitting backstage waiting for his makeup to be done and Yoongi could not keep his hands off you. If you two were alone you wouldn't mind but he was getting awfully touchy only a few inches away from the stylists.

"You smell so good, jagi." Yoongi's lips press against your neck insistently and the moan you let out is a mixture between pleasure and dissatisfaction. Don't get it wrong, you loved a touchy Yoongi, he was so cute when he was needy but he was never like this in public. You almost had no idea how to react when his hand drifted up your thigh.

"Yoongi, the director is literally right there." He tries to push you onto your back on the little black couch but you stop him by placing your palms on the plain of his chest.

"So? It's not like we're doing anything. Just wanna kiss you s'all." Yoongi finally gets you on your back and you audibly whine, watching as a stylist walks into the room then immediately turns around when she sees the compromising position.

"Yoongi-ahh, it's embarrassing." You cover your face with both your hands and Yoongi laughs.

"You're so cute when you get flustered. Say, do you think..." His voice drops to a whisper. "...do you think I could fuck you here without anyone noticing?"

You literally choke when your brain registers to words that just left his mouth.

"How horny are you?!" It was supposed to be just a whisper but it came out as more of a whisper-shout. The director gives you two a confused and slightly amused look.

You seriously had no idea what was wrong with Yoongi these days. Maybe it was because he's locked himself in his studio for the past two weeks and he hasn't seen another human (re: you) in a while. He was acting weird this morning, too. When you were making breakfast on the stove he'd come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. This wasn't something unusual but the difference was this time you could feel his length pressing against your lower back. You ended up on your knees and the eggs ended up burnt so it's safe to say this morning was a mess.

That being said, Yoongi should not be hard right now. His cock should not be poking your thigh through his sweats while you're both waiting for his MV shooting.

And you should not be on the verge of giving in.

"H-hey, let's make a deal..." Yoongi makes a sound of understanding, his mouth not moving from your neck. "If you be a good boy and get your makeup done, I'll let you do whatever you want when we get home."

Yoongi perks up at that and a smirk spreads across his face. You're not sure if you've just made a grave mistake.

"So you'll let me use the buttplug?"

Yep, definitely a grave mistake.

By the end of the shooting, you'd completely forgotten about your deal with Yoongi, you were just basking in the feeling of Yoongi leaving you alone. That feeling really doesn't last long though, because as soon as Yoongi climbs into the black van that's supposed to take you two home, his hands are all over you.

That poor driver, this isn't the first time you and Yoongi have gone a little too far in the back of the van. Especially after concerts when Yoongi's adrenaline is still running high. It was probably super obvious what you two were doing when Yoongi pulled you into his lap and dragged your hips against his. But the driver never said anything, thankfully.

"You'll really let me do anything?" The car hasn't even came to a halt before Yoongi is whispering in your ear and it sends shivers down your spine.

"Yoongi..." You glance to the rare view mirror to see the driver focusing ahead.

"You'll let me spread you open and eat you out, right?" Yoongi's lips trail down your neck before sinking into the skin there. You can't help letting out an audible moan at that.

It feels like you two are in your own world until a 'we're here' snaps you out of it. Yoongi doesn't waste any time dragging you inside.

If you had to count how many times Yoongi has pushed you up against the front door throughout the duration of your relationship, you'd say it's a whopping 14 times, including now. The interesting thing about him was he didn't usually initiate sexual stuff, but when he did he went all the way.

"I don't think you understand what you put me through today." Yoongi presses a needy kiss to your lips after every other word, one of his hands pulling your hips against his and the other behind you, caging you in between him and the door.

"I didn't do anything, Yoongles." You were telling the truth, but you made sure to use his nickname in the most innocent tone you can. You knew it did something to him.

"Fuck." It's a singular word and that's where Yoongi draws the line. It didn't take much to rile him up. If he's overworking himself on a new track, all it takes is begging him in that innocent little tone he loves and he's over you in seconds.

Yoongi picks you up and carries you to your bedroom, kissing the giggles out of your mouth.

"To be completely honest, I was gonna fuck you backstage after the director left the room, but after putting some thought into it, I figured I should pay you back for this morning." You don't really understand what he means until he has you on your back and is sliding down your body.

He makes quick work of the buttons on your jeans, sliding them down your legs in an easy motion. As soon as the clothing is off, his fingers are pressing against you through the thin material of your panties. You keen at that.

"I wonder what I did in my past life to deserve a beautiful girl with such a pretty pussy. Look at you dripping for me already."

"Y-Yoongi, don't- don't say..." You try to close your legs out of embarrassment but he's quick to stop that.

"Don't act so shy, jagi. I know who you really are. I know how much you love it when I talk to you like this." Yoongi pulls your panties down next and you can't even get a word out before his tongue is swiping up your quivering lips and swallowing every drop of wetness that he's picked up.

"Taste so good..." Yoongi moans as his tongue teases your entrance before dipping inside. As soon as his tongue is moving inside you, your back is arching.

"So responsive, hmm?" He places the palm of his hand on your stomach, pushing you down enough so you were flat on the bed.

You've never had someone eat you out before and Yoongi is making you wonder why. His tongue works expertly against you, his nose rubbing against your clit every time he opens wider to take more of you in.

"Fuck, Yoongi-" His mouth is hot against you and his tongue is expertly opening you up (and don't get me started on the delicious sounds he was making), you really can't help letting your hands run through his hair before rutting against his face. It just feels too good.

"Good girl. Are you gonna come all over my tongue? I can feel it." Yoongi separates from you for a second, his tongue darting out to lick your wetness away from his lips. You audibly moan watching his Adam's apple bob as he swallows.

"I'm gonna- fuck-" Your hips stutter as his tongue pushes inside you again, lapping you up as you finish on his tongue, just like he wanted.

"Feel good?" The first thing you see when you open your eyes is Yoongi's toothy grin. He already knows the answer but it seems like he just wants to hear it from your mouth.

"So good. You never told me you had such a talent." You pull him up into your arms and he presses a kiss to your lips.

"What do you mean I never told you? What do you think my tongue technology means?" Yoongi gives you a raised eyebrow expression. Suddenly the line makes more sense.

Sending listeners to Hong Kong with my rap My tongue technology.

Well, you can vouch for that.

Yoongi definitely just sent you to Hong Kong.

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[midnightmoonkiss]

Before The Full Moon.

Werewolf! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: The night before a full moon always offered an abundance of fun, especially when you call your man ‘Alpha.’

WARNINGS!: Biting, oral (female receiving), horny asf Izuku, sex, sub!reader & dom!Izuku

Category: Smut

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Werewolf! Izuku is here! First out of three Halloween Au’s!  I’m a bit rusty with my writing skills.. heh..

Just To Clarify: 

Despite Reader calling Izuku ‘alpha,’ this is not ABO

Izuku always has his tail and wolf ears, he just hides them when in public or around reader earlier in the relationship

This takes place in the country in a forest town

Werewolves can shapeshift whenever, they just has no control over it on a full moon night

All characters are aged up

Reader and Izuku are living together but not married or engaged

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@coupsieddori​ @desia2​ @strwbrry-lia​: 

Having a werewolf as a boyfriend wasn’t nearly as bad as you originally thought it would be.

Granted, you were lucky enough to fall madly in love with a kind one, and not a bloodthirsty beast.

You had been dating the buff man covered in freckles and scars with an addiction to sweaters for a year and a half before actually finding out his little secret, having witnessed him morph into a ginormous wolf with thick, green and black fur under the blinding light of the full moon.

You had been frozen in fear, tripping over your own two feet as you stumbled back when his head snapped towards you.

The floor creaked with every step he took, the sheer weight of the wolf being enough to make a loud thump that only added to the terror and nausea bubbling up in your stomach. You had almost accepted your death once he towered over you, only to promptly flop down beside you, whining like a puppy as he placed his large head on your legs, eyes practically begging for you to not freak the fuck out.

He made himself as small, cute, and less threatening as possible.

Yeah.

It was a wild night.

Later, he introduced you to the world of werewolves, how they fit seamlessly into society.

“You can always tell someone is a werewolf based on if they smell like a wet dog in the rain, though!” He chirped happily, emerald eyes squeezing shut as he gave you that radiant smile that showed off his sharper than average canines that you had never noticed before despite locking lips on a regular basis.

It had been a year since then, and getting used to your boyfriend shapeshifting was no easy task. Hell, you still weren’t used to coming home to a huge ass dog in your living room on nights with the moon full, despite being fully aware of what was going to happen to him that evening.

He certainly wasn’t what you expected when the word ‘werewolf’ came to mind.

Wolf-like humans covered in fur are what you and most people pictured, standing up on two legs with a snout of a dog and a bushy tail, not… essentially a dire wolf.

Apparently, werewolves could turn whenever they pleased but had no control over themselves on the night of a full moon. Most weren’t vicious, but the few that were stirred up fear in the small communities with their legends rooted deep in the ground.

He even had a pack, friends he led who were as loyal as can be to him, just as he was.

Living in a small town surrounded by forests, trees with trunks thrice your size, he had shown you what it was like to be a werewolf, letting you cling to his fur for dear life as he ran through the greenery, dirt kicking up behind his large paws as his tongue lolled out, clearly joyful to hear you screech and hold on tighter whenever he jumped. The shit.

But werewolves.. were extremely territorial. It wasn’t often you’d hear about a wolf giving up territory without a bloody fight, and so it certainly wasn’t uncommon for your sweet Izuku to come home to you covered in bruises and scratches.

You’d always take care of him, wash his wounds and wrap them if necessary before smothering him in love that always made the tail he typically hid in loose shorts or pants when in public wag.

He was your big puppy, and you were, as embarrassing and thrilling as it was to admit, his mate.

Since he was technically an alpha, a title he wore proudly since he had fought to earn it, you’d occasionally refer to him as that, just to watch as his freckled cheeks light up, darkened eyes side-eyeing you as you giggled like a school girl.

His friends always teased him when you’d call him that in front of them, to which he shook his head at, only for him to absolutely wreck your insides once you got home, growling for you to call him it again.

It got under his skin in a good way, made it burn and sent shivers down his spine.

He loved it.

He loved being an alpha, being your alpha, and he was never going to let that go.

But there was.. one thing you found out pretty quickly about werewolves the night before a full moon.. Before you found out his secret, you would always wonder why he avoided you the days before, but now you understood why.

If only you had found out sooner, you could have helped him with his problem.

“(Y/N)..” He growled possessively against your sensitive neck, sending shivers down your spine as your legs tightened around his slim waist.

You were pressed against the wall in your shared apartments darkened hallway, the hunk of a man you were honored to call your own had you pressed snuggly against him.

“Izuku..” You whined, his hot, growing erection grinding against your clothed crotch. He nipped at your skin, making you gasp and tilt your head, giving him more room to lick, nibble, and suck, marking you as his own with each hickey, large or small. Each bite was sweetly kissed, his chest vibrating with glee with each little noise you made.

His jade eyes sparkled with lust as he gazed at you, making your belly burn and twist with excitement, panties growing even more wet.

His large hands went down to your ass, squeezing at the plump flesh just to draw a gasp from you.

Making sure you were secure against him, he pulled away from the wall, drawing a small shriek from you.

He chuckled, and if you weren’t as horny and desperate as you were to get the daylights fucked out of you, you would’ve scolded him.

His lips then smashed against your own, tongue invading your wet cavern and smiling when he heard your muffled moan. Lips met again and again in a hungry haze as he walked to your shared bedroom, your hips continuously grinding down on his cock making it hard to focus.

All he wanted to do was to bury himself deep in your tight, warm walls, make you his again and again and again so that all who were nearby could hear your cries of his name. You were his.

Reaching the large bed, you were promptly shoved onto the soft mattress, legs loosely hanging off his hips as he pulled away from you.

His hands instantly went to his shirt, practically tearing it off of himself before doing the same with your own.

He was delighted to see you with no bra, your nipples already so delightfully perky and cute.

You were in your pajamas, after all. 

Your face was flushed, eyebrows pulled together, tugging him forward by the waistband of his gym shorts.

Diving down, he captured your lips in another heated kiss, shoving your own shorts down so he could grind himself against your core again. He could practically feel your wetness soaking his front, it was exhilarating to know he could turn you into putty so easily.

His tail tickled at your feet as it wagged, his ears standing up on top of his bushy head, listening to every ragged breath you let out and the light creak of the bed with every movement.

Pulling away, he nibbled at your lower lip, kissing down your chin, over your jawline, licking and nipping at the large marks he’d already left.

He could feel your heart hammering in your chest as he kissed down to your exposed left breast, its sound like a love song singing his name.

Rough, calloused fingers trailed up your body, scarred palms smoothing against your warm skin as he shamelessly felt up what was his.

Moving down, you whined at the lack of friction, only to whimper as his lips encased one of your nipples, tongue circling the flesh and teeth grazing over and pulling it. Your back arched off the bed, one hand fisting the pure white sheets below you as the other tangled itself in his green curls.

His thumb played with your other bud, pinching and rolling it, kneading at your soft flesh whilst sucking on the other one.

“Hah..! I-Izu..! Mm..” You enjoyed the rough treatment he gave you, finding pleasure in the smallest amount of pain as his sharpened canines touched your skin.

He pulled away with an audible pop, letting the cool night air hit your wet nipple, moving to give your other bud equal treatment with his addicting mouth.

He always was a boob man, their plushness and bounce always catching his attention. But yours.. my God he was devoted to yours. Sweet to the taste, so cute and such a beautiful canvas for him to paint a picture on, he couldn’t help but suck marks all over them, his own sanity slipping through his fingers as the night went on. 

He could smell and feel how wet you were, smell how much you wanted him.

It thrilled him to the very bone, made it hard for him to give attention to his favorite girls.

Giving one final lick to your nipple, he finally moved down your burning body, sitting back on his knees on the floor, hooking his large, muscular arms dotted with freckles under your thighs just to yank you down to the end of the bed.

Your soaked panties were right in front of his face, legs dangling off his broad shoulders.

Kissing at your thigh, he pressed his nose against your clothed core, inhaling your scent deeply, making his tail wag and you cry out in embarrassment.

You were so cute, hiding behind your hands.

He adored it.

Impatiently, he ripped the flimsy material from your body, giving you no tome to protest as he dove straight into his sopping meal.

“H-hAH.!!” You cried, fingers pulling at his green curls as he eagerly began to lap at your pussy like a starving dog.

Your juices dripped down his chin and neck, but he couldnt give less of a fuck. You were delicious.

His pupils were blown wide, drinking in the sight of your arched back and parted mouth.

His tongue expertly licked at all your special spots, giving a broad lick over your pink labia, avoiding your clit just to have you buck desperately at his face. 

Izuku Midoriya was a simple man. 

When his mate cries out for more, sobbing his name, he gives them more.

Your hips bucked off the bed once the flat of his tongue ran over your twitching nub.

Finding it hard to please you with your hips going wild, he held them down to the bed, eagerly eating your cunt out, holding you to his face so you couldn’t move away.

The crickets chirping just outside the window above your bedframe were drowned out by the wet sounds echoing in the room from his sloppiness, you were too focused on the pleasure to even care.

“O-oh!! I-Izu!! Mm! Haa..aAAH!!”

His mouth felt like pure numbing magic, sucking on your clit like he did your tit felt like heaven. He moaned against your wet flesh, sending your head flying back into the mattress, belly tightening with that familiar burn. 

You were close. So damn close.

And he knew it.

He knew you so well.

“I’m..!! Izuku, I-I’m so..!” Your legs were shaking like crazy, squeezing the bushy warm head between them as he made you feel like you were high on drugs with his mouth alone.

A particular rough lick at your clit sent you over the edge, screaming his name as your eyes fells shut, convulsing like you were possessed against his mouth. 

He held you even closer to him, slurping up the mess you had made, sticking his tongue into your fluttering walls to lick you clean, savoring your addicting taste that drove him absolutely insane.

But he wasnt done.

Pulling away, strings of your cum mixed with his saliva stuck to his face for a moment before breaking. He watched as your clit twitched and throbbed, much like the neglected cock in his boxers.

Pulling one hand away from your hip, he slid two digits down your cunt, collecting left over juice to slicken them up before pressing at your entrance that seemed to begged for him already.

“P-please…” You weeped, finally looking down between your twitching legs just to be met with such a sexy sight.

His face was covered with your mess, pupils blown wide with a feral gleam to his usually warm eyes, it made your cunt squeeze around thin air.

Despite being the sweetest man you knew, he sure fucking knew how to drive you mad.

Typically, he would tease you, make you beg and beg for him to give you what you want, but his mind was far to foggy to truly even try.

He just wanted to break you in the sweetest way possible.

And so, he plunged his fingers inside you, groaning at how you sucked them in, barely giving you a second to adjust before he began thrusting them in and out of your pussy, dragging more and more moans from your throat as his thick fingers filled you up.

Curling them, he pressed against that spongey spot inside of you, “NGHHAH!! AaaAAhH!! Th-There! HaAh..!” His fingers clicked wet against your squishy walls, mouth coming back down to lick around your clit before flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Your body felt like it was charged by electricity, zaps running down your thighs and up to your belly, shooting shocks at your perky nipples and down your back.

You couldn't help but grind against him, crying out for more and more, to which he was always eager to give.

Until..

He couldnt take it anymore.

His sanity finally snapped, and with an animalistic snarl nothing short of carnal that had you keening, he pulled his fingers from you, shoving you further up the bed, yanking his shorts and boxers down. You had a single second to soak in the image of his large member slapping against his toned abdomen and oozing with precum before you were flipped over, ass high in the air and face pressed down into the soft pillows.

“Mine.”He growled out, mounting you and plunging his thick cock deep into your squeezing walls. Eyes rolling back into your head, a scream of ecstasy and pain tore from your throat, legs instinctively spreading as he fucked into your little cunt. 

He leaned down, pressing his warm chest against your back, nuzzling his chiseled yet rounded face into the crook of your neck as he thrusted in and out of your tight hole that constantly pulled him back in.

Saliva dribbled down your chin, jaw slack as you cried out into the night, “Alpha..!”

His hips stutter, fingernails digging into your flesh, sure to leave blemishes in the shape of crescent moons as the title registered in his delirious mind.

His tongue flopped out of his mouth, smiling and panting as his chest rumbled with desire as he pulled you impossibly closer, thrusting faster than you could even handle, tail wagging like a bullet behind him.

“Ha-aAAhH!!”

Slick poured down your thighs, the loud slapping of skin against skin and animalistic growls echoing around the room, bouncing off the walls and intensifying the sensation of your brain being turned to mush with how good you felt, how good he always made you feel.

“‘MmMMH! S-sO!! H-aaH!! NNHH!! So g-good!! Alpha!! Y-you fah… feel!! Mm!!”

It was hard to get a coherent sentence out as his thick cock filled you up again and again, rubbing and fucking at all your sensitive spots with expert precision, kissing at your cervix each time he bottomed out inside your dripping cunt.

“Mine.” Izuku breathed out roughly, spare hand burying itself between your legs spread wide for him, just so he could rub your puffy, twitching clit in a circle that drove you closer and closer to the edge.

“Nn-! N-no! W-ait! It’s t-oo..!! Much!! Aa-aAaaAh!!

You quickly reached another mind blowing orgasm, head flinging back as stars exploded in your vision, his teeth digging into your throat making you nose dive off the edge of pure ecstasy.

Your pussy fluttered around his aching dick, squeezing him like a molten hot vice as you came on his cock, stomach feeling full as you squirted onto his tense thighs.

He didnt stop fucking in and out of you as you came undone, only adding to the extreme, overwhelming pleasure you felt, pins and needles dancing across your shocked skin making your head lob to the side as fat tears rolled down your flushed and sweating cheeks.

Suddenly, you were flipped onto your back, dick pulling from you momentarily with a wet pop, your thighs trembling like a newborn doe around him were shoved down to the bed, fully exposing your pretty pink, wet cunt before shoving himself back inside your warm heat.

“IZUKU—!”

You screamed his name, your own nails digging into the toned muscles of his back, scratching to ground yourself as his hips snapped into yours so roughly the bed banged concerningly loud against the wall.

The bed was squeaking so loudly you feared for a second it would break from the sheer force he was giving each time he slammed into your over-sensitive pussy.

“No!” He snarled into your ear, glaring at your blissed out face, “who am I?” His threatening tone made you shake like a leaf, only turning you on even more.

His nose was crinkled up as he growled at you, ears pressed to the back of his head,

“Y-you’re Iz- HAAAH!!! AAAH!! oOOH MY- F-FUCK!” His hips moved impossibly faster, stirring up your insides like day old soup on a burner.

It made your toes curl as incoherent babbles fled from your mouth, “ALPHA!”

He always loved it, being called Alpha.

“That’s right.!” He grunted, pulling back, he forced you to stare into his eyes blown wide with lust and gleaming in the silvery, angelic light of the moon pouring in from the open window,

“I’m your alpha.”

[countryclubstarkey]

Don’t Move - Rafe Cameron x Reader (Smut)

Not My Gif

Pairings: College Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Cockwarming, Dom Rafe, Public Sex, Fingering, Face Fucking, Choking, Anal, Sex Toys, Squirting 

Word Count: 2.4K+ of literal Porn 

A/N: I’m on break from my studies for a little bit, so I’m gonna be writing as much as I can, so send your requests!

A lot of people in the Outer Banks assumed Rafe Cameron is a lazy dumbass who has no potential, but he just never tried when he was in high school. However, college is an entirely different story; it’s a place where Ward Cameron isn’t judging his every move, and that freedom causes him to try harder and enjoy life a little more. The surprising thing is that Rafe is kind of a genius when it comes to math because he understands everything, and he somehow managed to pass freshman math with an A+.  

Math is something you have been struggling with since the start of school this year, numbers didn’t come easily for you, and you were desperate to finish this class with a decent grade at least. 

You’re currently at the local library in your town trying to focus and study for your upcoming exam, but the formulas aren’t working, and you’re getting all the questions wrong. The library is nearly empty as it nears eight pm, but you can’t focus at home and tonight is the one of the only times you can study in peace.  

“Ugh,” you groan at the 10th question that you got wrong in a row. Not paying attention to your surroundings, Rafe Cameron sneaks up behind you and hovers over your shoulder.

You nearly jump out of your seat when Rafe speaks up, “What’s wrong with you?” Glaring at him over your shoulder, you gesture towards the work in front you scattered with paper and eraser shavings covering everything. 

You both have a few mutual friends and taken a few classes together, so you’re somewhat comfortable around each other, but you’ve heard a lot of rumors about him being an asshole, so you never got too close to him. 

He notices the material you’re working on and scoffs at you, “This shit is so easy what the hell are you struggling with.” You gape at him, in shock from his offensive words. 

“What the hell are you talking about, are you einstein or something, this shit is impossible, and I am going to fail my test on Monday,” you dramatically exclaim. He rolls his eyes at your words and pulls up a chair beside you studying the material briefly. 

Facing you, “I can help you if you want, I did pretty well in this course, and I can give you a few tricks on how to ace the test.” Excitedly nodding your head at him, you pull him instantly into a hug. 

“Calm down, princess, I haven’t done anything yet.” He teases you, causing your cheeks to turn crimson from his words. Rafe chuckles as your reactions and turns his attention towards your work. For the next few hours, Rafe taught you everything you needed to know. The formulas you need to memorize and how to solve each question correctly, so that you can get the answers right each time. 

Around eleven you check your phone and notice how long it’s been, “Shit, it’s getting late, are you sure you want to keep studying,” you ask Rafe feeling a little bad about disrupting his plans on a Friday night. 

He shrugs his shoulders at you in a non caring motion, “It’s cool I didn’t have any plans anyways.” Nodding at him, you start doing a few more practice questions, not noticing Rafe’s gaze on you, more specifically the skin that isn’t covered by your skirt. 

Finally, feeling his eyes, you give him your full attention, making him remove his eyes from your legs, focusing on your eyes instead. “What is it?” you ask him, the change in his behavior, making him act a bit strange. 

His eyes flick towards your lips before returning to your own, “I want to kiss you so bad right now,” speaking softly. His words cause heat to rush throughout your body, especially visible in your cheeks. His palm gently grasps your jaw as you give him a nod of reassurance as he leans in, connecting your lips. Rafe’s delicate lips surround your own, not trying to rush into anything, but savoring the moment instead. 

Feeling a slight distance between each other, you move onto his lap, wrapping your hands around his neck. His hands move towards your waist, pulling you further within his lap, trying to keep the distance as small as possible. His tongue begins to tease your lower lip as you give him access to explore your own. The two of you fight for dominance, not used to the feeling as you let him guide you through the process.  

Rafe’s hand begins to wander around your body, finally landing on your rear slowly caressing the skin under your skirt, hearing footsteps approaching, you turn your body around pretending to be studying on his lap instead. The librarian glances at the two of you suspiciously before walking back to her desk. 

Brushing your hair to one side, exposing your neck, his lips start nipping at the sensitive skin, trying to find the perfect spot that makes you melt in his arms. After finding it, he pays extra attention to the spot above your collarbone, making a small red mark, “Rafe someone’s going to see us, “ you breathe out, trying to control your own urges. 

His hands move between your legs, massaging your inner thighs before inching upwards coming in contact with your clothed pussy, making you release a shaky moan, “Don’t worry, you’re just going to be quiet for me.” 

Nudging your clit with his thumb, he circles around the sensitive bud feeling your arousal leak through your panties as you try to keep still in his lap. Pushing your panties to the side, you feel Rafe teasing your slit before thrusting two fingers, causing your moans to echo throughout the silent library. Your hands cup your mouth to stay quiet so that he doesn’t stop his actions. 

“I’m just trying to stretch you out for my cock princess, you’re going to feel so nice around me,” he whispers in your ear. You hear his zipper moving and feel his hard-on press against your back. He urges you to spit in his hand before moving it around his length while keeping his fingers deep inside you hitting your g-spot a few times. 

Removing his fingers, you feel his length against your inner thigh before moving it against your clit, spreading your arousal around, causing your legs to tremble from his constant teasing. Finally, he pushes into your heat, feeling you clench around him but stopping when before your ass presses against his hips, “Fuck, you feel so warm and tight for me,” he groans out. Your toes curl when you feel him press against your g-spot. 

“Fuck, please move,” you let a strained moan trying to limit your noises as much as you can. Rafe fixes your skirt over his lap before scooting forward so that you’re trapped between the table and him. 

You feel him shake his head behind before he hands you the pencil that you completely forgot about, “No, you got a few more questions to do, so sit tight and finish them.” You groan out loud as Rafe feels the vibrations go through his cock so his hand tightens around your hip, keeping you still. 

“Rafe, I can’t please move,” you desperately tell him, rolling your hips around, creating some friction between the two of you. He pinches your ass, stopping your movements from going any further, “Don’t move, and maybe I’ll treat you good later.” he tells you. Agreeing with his words, you try to focus on your work, solving a few problems but getting distracted by his cock. Both of your thighs getting covered with your arousal as a new feeling builds up in your core.

Thirty long minutes pass until you feel Rafe delivering hard shallow thrusts as his hand stimulates your clit bringing you closer to the edge, “Fuck, you’ve been leaking all over my cock, are you already close?” Frantically nodding your head at him, you bounce on his cock, trying to meet his thrusts, tiny moans escaping your mouth as he constantly targets your g-spot. 

Your body begins to shake harder as you clench harder than ever around his length, “Cum all over my cock, baby.” he grunts. Your juices flow around him as he hits your special spot one more time before spilling in you at the same time. You both try to calm down as your body continues trembling not only from your orgasm, but also from his cock remaining inside you.

Pulling you upwards, he cleans you up a little before gathering all your work, shoving everything in your backpack, “What are you doing?” 

Rafe grabs your hand as you exit the library with the librarian glaring at the two of you probably knowing the deed you’ve done a few minutes ago, “My roommates aren’t home tonight, and I’m not done with you yet.” 

He pushes you against his car, crashing your lips together, leaving you breathless as you try to comprehend and process everything that’s going on. Rafe’s hand stays on your left thigh the entire ride, the car ride feeling almost suffocating from the desire you both are feeling and wanting to release further, “You know, I always thought you were innocent.” Rafe breaks the silence. Your laughter fills the car as you near his apartment, “I’m anything but innocent,” you wink at him. 

After a long wait, you get to his room as you try to take all of his clothes so that you can admire his body. He pushes your hands away and instead makes you kneel in front of him, his jeans barely keeping his cock hidden anymore. Unzipping him, you see his member for the first time looking more intimidating as ever, “Put it in your mouth, sweetheart, I want to fuck your face,” Rafe groans out, trying to control himself. 

Opening your mouth, he thrusts in your mouth immediately, causing your gag reflex to react as you steady yourself by gripping his thighs. Giving you a few minutes to adjust to his length, as you notice his tip oozing red dripping pre-cum on your tongue. You bob your head matching Rafe’s pace as you feel him sliding down your throat easier. Tears are leaving your eyes smudging your light makeup even more, as he hits the back of your throat multiple times. Giving a few deep thrust, he gags you for a little bit preventing you from breathing properly before he releases you, “Fuck, I’m going cum,” he moans out. Struggling to control himself anymore, you feel him release in your mouth as his cum touches your tongue. Tasting salty but with a sweet aftertaste, you try to swallow him as much as you can, but some drips down your chin. 

You collapse on your side, your knees sore from the position. Rafe picks you up and drops you on his bed. 

“Please, Rafe fuck me,” you mumble delicately, the wetness between your legs becoming uncomfortable, with his help, you remove your clothes including your panties and bra. 

Moving on your hands and knees, Rafe teases your entrance with his rough fingers before moving it towards your tighter hole circling around it, “Have you ever done anal before?” 

“A few times, but it was really uncomfortable.” you answer honestly shuddering from your past experience. Rafe hands travel to his drawer, taking out a bottle of lube and a small vibrator. 

Pouring some lube on his fingers, he teases your entrance, “Do you trust me?” he asks you. 

“Yes, Please do something” begging him in a desperate tone wanting some pleasure. He pushes two fingers in stopping when it reaches his knuckles, so that you can get comfortable to the new feeling. You hear him turn on the vibrator as he moves it to your clit to relax you a little. Becoming distracted by the new feeling on your clit, he pushes his fingers all the way in going at a steady pace. Rafe feels you relaxing in his arms as it becomes easier to push into you. 

Stopping his actions, he puts on a condom before flipping you over on your back, “You ready baby?” Nodding your head vividly at him wanting some proper release, he moves your legs on his shoulders, giving him better access. 

Lubing the condom, you feel him gently thrust into your tighter hole as you feel yourself stretch from the new feeling, slightly uncomfortable. He notices your discomfort and places the vibrator back on your clit trying to distract you. Once he feels you relax, Rafe finds his rhythm as he goes at a vigorous pace hitting spots that you didn’t even know would feel this good. 

He turns the speed on the vibrator up as it rubs against your clit, your body starts shaking from the pleasure. One of his hands travels to your throat, squeezing it tightly allowing your breathing to uneven. Rafe moves to finger your pussy as well penetrating you further as the pleasure becomes unbearable, “Fuck, Rafe.” Your screams fill the room. 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Rafe hits your g-spot again and again with his fingers, making you clench around him causing him to hiss at your actions. Your hands try to claw at the sheets trying to control your urges as you feel your juices let go going all over Rafe making you cry out in pleasure. He doesn’t stop his actions instead he speeds up trying to reach his own orgasm, “Come on baby, you can squirt for me again.” He urges you further. 

Your body starts trembling in his hands as you feel yourself gush all around again as your screams get louder than before. You try to move his hands away, but his grip tightens as you feel him release his load in the condom pushing your body against the bed to stop your thrashing. Moving the vibrator away, he pulls out, throwing out the condom in the garbage. 

He holds your body caressing your hair trying to calm your body, “Good girl,” he whispers in your ear. You feel him rub a wet cloth over your sensitive areas cleaning you up as delicately as possible without overstimulating you any further. 

“Fuck, I think you just killed me,” you giggle at him finally having the energy to speak as you feel your legs still tremble around Rafe. 

He kisses your forehead and pulls the sheets over both of you, as your head lays on his chest listening to his heartbeat, “I’ve wanted to that for a while.” he tells you. 

“Me too.”

[dp-marvel94]

Danny and His Blob Ghosts

Summary: When two blob find and affectionately latch onto Danny, the halfa immediately adopts the small ghosts. But things are not as they seem. With Danny's horrifying recurring nightmares, Vlad Master's ominous behavior, and the blob's strange human-like eyes, keen intelligence, and intense fear of the older half ghost, there might just be a greater connection between Danny and his blobs, one that will shake the boy to his core.

Word Count: 11,420

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Note: Based on this post by @ectoblood. 

You know how I said, I wanted to write a fic about the blob clones? Well...this is so late but I've been sitting on this for a while and finally finished it. So here's the story! This is an au where this story happens in place of Kindred Spirits. Instead of trying to make half ghost clones, Vlad creates fully human clones of Danny and....well...you'll see what happens to them. But anyway, enjoy and feel free to tell me what you think!

The boy looked about 10 years old, with black hair and lilac eyes. He stood in a sterile, metal room, looking so out of place. Machines whirled around him, vials glowed with something neon green, and in the center, sat a gaping metal hole in the wall.

"You want me to put this on?" The boy asked, holding up a familiar looking jumpsuit. It was white with black accents. He swallowed nervously, pointing at the ominous opening. “And go in there?”

“Yes child.” A cold voice answered, from somewhere behind the boy.

The child blinked. “Why?” He asked innocently.

There was a long suffering sigh. The boy turned at the sound, his eyes falling on a white haired man. “Must I explain this to you again?” 

The boy looked down, cheeks reddening with shame but he said nothing.

The man stepped forward. “That is an inactivated ghost portal. A machine similar to this one gave me my abilities.” To demonstrate, he summoned a flame of red energy to his hand. “And this one will give you the same abilities. I will turn it on with you inside and you will become half ghost, like me. You will be powerful. Finally the perfect heir. The perfect son.”

The child paused, taking in the words. Tentatively, he glanced at the hole, swallowing. “Will it hurt?”

The man tisked. “Don’t worry about that. Now get moving. We haven’t got all day.”

The boy didn’t move, anxiously looking between the machine and the man. 

The half ghost looked up. “Don’t you want to make your Father proud?”

The child bit his lip. “Yes..but-”

“If you do this, I will let you go upstairs.” The man offered, coldly. “There is a room for you with a bed and toys.” He wrinkled his nose like the word was distasteful. Then he looked down, hands ghosting over the control panel. “I will tell you your name as well.”

The boy’s eyes widened hopefully. “Really?”

“Yes.” The man hummed, replying passively as if the conversation was of little interest to him. Then he looked up. “Only my perfect half ghost son is allowed to know that information.”

The child nodded. The hope remained in his eyes as he put on the jumpsuit. He squared his shoulders, walking towards the tunnel.

“Very good. Now go inside.” The half ghost encouraged. 

The boy stepped forward slowly, carefully stepping over wires.

“Stop and face me.”

The child stopped and turned around. He swallowed again, eyes flitting around the tunnel nervously.

“Now, do not move.” The man instructed. His hand moved to hover over a large button. “I will press this button. Again, I emphasize. Do not move. Do not run.”

“Run?” The boy squeaked out. “Father, maybe I shouldn’t-”

The man ignored the words, slamming his hand down on the button.

"Father, I don't wanna do this anymore." The child cried, reaching forward. He tensed, eyes widening as green lights sparked around him. “Father!” With shaking knees, he started forward. 

The man frowned. “I told you not to move.” He pressed another button and a glass wall slammed down over the opening of the tunnel.

Inside, time seemed to slow. “Father! Please!” The boy ran to the front. “Let me out!” The green light grew brighter, the smell of ozone filling the air. “I don’t wanna do this!” The child shouted. 

“Please! Father!” There was a ripping sound, quack of thunder, the smell of burning flesh. A blood curdling scream cut through the room.

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Danny sprang up, a shocked scream in his own throat. His chest heaved and his hands shook. The images of the...nightmare?....rang in his head. That was a nightmare, right? But...but...the smell- ozone and citrus and chard flesh- burned in his nose. And that scream…..

Beside him, something buzzed. The boy looked down. “Oh, Aster.” His expression softened, his eyes met the blob ghost’s purple ones. The fist-sized ghost blinked at him, rubbing up against his side. “Thanks, little guy.” The blob purred, the sound vibrating through Danny’s side and his own core hummed in kind. A comforting emotion pressed into his mind from the other ghost and Danny sighed in happiness.

Not for the first time, the half was grateful for the small green blob ghost. He’d shown up about a week ago and had hardly left Danny’s side since, serving as a comforting presence in the boy’s stressful life. His name, Aster, had been based on Sam's suggestion, for a flower with purple petals much like the blob’s strange eyes.

Something brushing up against his arm drew Danny out of his thoughts. He looked down at Aster; the little ghost had flown up and was nudging his arm. In response, the boy moved his other arm to pet the blob, who again purred at the contact. 

After a moment, Aster’s eyes again meet Danny’s. "Sorry I woke you up." The halfa muttered. “I had a nightmare about my accident. Except I was younger? And Vlad was there for some reason?”

Suddenly, the small ghost hissed in displeasure at the name. He puffed up, his dim aura brightening as a clear spike of his anger touched Danny’s mind.

The halfa raised a brow. “You clearly don’t like him either. Good call.” He hummed. “That man’s a fruitloop. Insane bastard.”

Aster hissed again, something like agreement projecting from him. 

“You said it.” Danny replied. Then he yawned. “I need to go back to sleep, Aster. See you in the morning?”

The little ghost’s aura dimmed and he floated down, settling back on the bed, beside Danny. He squeaked once, before closing his eyes.

Danny gave the blob one more little scratch. “Good night.” He laid down and went to sleep.

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Danny blinked awake to sunlight streaming through his window. Even without looking, he could still feel the cool presence of the other ghost beside him. He smiled, enjoying the warm bed and the comforting presence of his companion...before he looked at the clock. 

The halfa’s eyes widened and he shot up. “Shit. School starts in 10 minutes.”

The movement shook the bed, startling Aster awake. The blob ghost squeaked in alarm.

“Sorry.” Danny muttered, jumping out of bed. “Gotta get ready.”

He scurried around, putting his clothes on while he brushed his teeth. Then he started stuffing material into his bag. “Where’s my math homework?” Rapidly, he shuffled through papers. “I know I did it!” 

Something cold nudged his arm and Danny looked down. It was Aster, with a piece of paper clutched in a mouth-like depression below his eyes. Eyes widening, the halfa grabbed the paper. 

“This is my math homework.” He muttered in surprise, looking down at the blob. “Thanks bud.” Danny gave the other ghost a pat, before Aster darted off.

The halfa shrugged, grabbing his shoes and rapidly tying them. Less than a minute later, there was a chirp in front of him. Danny looked up, again the green blob ghost floated in front of him, this time clutching a foil wrapped packet.

“Poptarts?” The boy grabbed the food. “You’re a really smart little guy, you know that?” 

The small ghost hummed happily in response. 

With his shoes on, backpack packed, and breakfast in hand, Danny stood. With hardly a thought, he summoned his transformation rings. The light passed over his body, replacing Danny Fenton with Danny Phantom. Now in ghost form, the halfa floated off the floor and towards the window. Aster followed.

Raising a brow, Danny glanced at his companion. “You’re coming with me? I’m going to school so you’ll have to stay out of sight. Don’t let any humans see you.”

The blob bristled, rolling his eyes. A very middle annoyance projected from him.

Danny held up his hands. “Alright, alright. You already know that. Come on.” He motioned for the smaller ghost to follow, both of them turning invisible as they phased out of the room and started racing towards school.

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The rest of the day proceeded fairly normally for Danny. He went to class, ate lunch with his friends, and had to duck out of English when his ghost sense went off. The halfa darted to the restroom to transform and Aster appeared in the visible spectrum a moment later. The little blob followed him, keeping out of Danny’s way while he quickly captured the Box Ghost. 

Once Danny capped the thermos, Aster floated down and rubbed up against the half ghost’s arm, giving a congratulatory squeak. 

The ghost boy laughed. “Dude. It was just the Box Ghost.” He gave the smaller ghost an affectionate pat anyway. “I’ve gotta go back to class. See you later.”

After that, Danny didn’t see the little blob ghost again in public, though his presence was never far away. The weak ectosignature danced at the edge of the half ghost’s perception, suggesting the blob was hiding somewhere invisibly. 

Soon enough, the school day ended. Danny said goodbye to his friends and started walking home, with the invisible blob ghost trailing him. A fifteen minutes walk later, the boy was walking through his front door. After grabbing a snack, he headed up the stairs.

Danny paused in the second floor hallway. A cold feeling swirled from his core, settling in his lungs. The prerequisite of his ghost sense. Brow furrowed, the half reached out with his core, trying to feel the signature of whatever was alerting his core. It was weak and….Danny’s eyes widened; the signature felt very similar to Aster’s but not quite the same. Confused and wary, the half ghost opened the door to his room.

Danny frowned in confusion. There, floating over his bed was a strange looking blob ghost. It was sky blue with white patches, like clouds flickering over its surface. It raced around the room, squeaking anxiously. Confusion and distress rolled off of the small ghost in waves, making Danny shiver. 

Shaking his head, the half ghost closed the door and approached. The blob froze, neon green eyes falling on Danny. Its eyes widened, before it let out a happy and relieved squeal. In a flash, it flew at Danny, thumping against his chest with such force that the half ghost stumbled. For a moment, he was stunned. He would think it was an attack except…. The little ghost was trembling against him, relief pressing into Danny from the blob. It...no….he…(Danny had no idea how he suddenly knew, but the ghost, pressed right against his core, was a boy.) was purring, his emotions practically screaming Safe. Safe. Finally safe.

With a gentle hand, Danny cupped the sky-blue ghost. “Hey, hey. You’re okay.”

Beside him, Aster warbled questioningly before floating around to face Danny. The green blob wiggled up beside the other blob, maneuvering himself so Danny was holding both of the smaller ghosts. Aster hummed, pressing into the other blob and both closed their eyes. 

Danny stumbled to his bed, bewildered by the situation. He patted the new ghost with his free hand. “Whatever happened to you, it’s okay now. I would let anything happen to you.”

At the words, neon green eyes looked up at him, eyes crinkling with adoration. He purred.

The half ghost smiled. “So...do you have a name, little guy?”

The blue blob looked down, sadness projecting off of him. 

“Oh.” Danny frowned. “How about…..Skyler? ‘Cause you’re sky blue with white patches.” The new blob looked up, confusion poking Danny’s mind. The halfa shook his head. “I know it’s not that creative. I can think of something else if you want.”

The blue blob’s eyes widened and he chirped sharply, a clear no. Instead, he pressed into Danny again, humming happily. 

“So you like the name?”

Danny didn’t know how someone without an actual head managed to nod but the little blob managed it. 

“Alright then. Your name's Skyler. This is Aster.” Danny pointed. “And I’m Danny.”

Both blobs hummed, their affection communicated loudly. The half ghost smiled. “I love you guys too.” His core vibrated in his chest, purring with the other ghosts. Finally, he pulled his hand back. “I do have homework to do guys.”

Aster warbled disappointedly but backed up. Skyler hesitated, eyes flickering to the side uncertainly. The other blob nudged the newer blob encouragingly and with the prompting, the blue ghost floated away. 

With that, Danny went to his desk to work on homework, while his blob ghosts watched, snuggling with each other.

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Skyler proved to be even more clingy than Aster. That night, the little ghost insisted on sleeping on Danny’s chest. The next day, he settled in Danny’s hoodie pocket as soon as the boy put it on. 

“Come on. You can’t stay there.” Danny said, gently pushing the blob out of his pocket. 

Skyler hissed in displeasure before burrowing himself in the fabric again.

The half ghost sighed. “Alright. You’ll have to stay invisible then.”

The blob poked out of the pocket just enough to give Danny a confused look.

“So people can’t see you.”

The confused expression remained.

Danny furrowed a brow. “Do you know how to do that?”

Skyler let out a defeated sounding sigh.

“That’s a no then. Here, let me show you.” Danny placed a finger of the blob and concentrated, turning his hand and the other ghost invisible. After a moment, he pulled his finger back. “Now you try.”

The small ghost pinched his eyes closed in concentration. He disappeared, flickering invisible and visible like a dying light blub before the flickering stopped.

Danny smiled proudly. “There! You did it.” 

Skyler remained fully invisible in his pocket and that’s how he stayed for the rest of the school day.

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Things continued like that for a while. The blobs snuggled with Danny while he was sleeping. They followed him on patrol. They hung out with him while he was doing homework. Aster and Skyler even meet Danny’s friends and sister.

“They’re so cute!” Jazz cooed, petting the two small ghosts.

In response, Skyler purred, leaning into the contact. Aster rolled his eyes and growled grumpily.

Bewildered, the redhead pulled her hand back from the green blob. “What was that?”

Danny snorted. “Aster’s mad that you called him cute.”

“Really?” His sister looked down at the green blob. “These two can actually understand what we’re saying?”

The half ghost raised a brow. “Of course they can.” 

“It's kinda weird.” Sam said, uncertainly. 

“Yeah, blobs aren’t normally that smart. Plus….” Tucker pointed. “Don’t those weird, human-like eyes give you the creeps?”

Danny turned back towards the blob ghosts, frowning at the statement. He studied the two, with tilted head. They did have round eyes, with pupils and sclera but inhumanly colored irises “I don’t think it’s that weird….I mean….blobs having eyes isn’t common but ghosts’ eyes can look really similar to humans’”

Sam, Tucker, and Jazz looked at each other questioningly before the goth shrugged. “I guess you're right. Ghost’s are pretty strange in general.”

Danny nodded and the conversation ended. The teens all got to work on homework with the blobs settling on Danny’s shoulders to watch. Then Danny’s phone rang.

He glanced down at it and groaned at seeing the caller id. Without comment, he answered the call. “What do you want Vlad?”

As soon as the word left his mouth, Aster and Skyler startled. Both darted back, hissing loudly.

“What is that noise, Daniel?” The older halfa’s voice came through the phone.

Ignoring the question, Danny looked back at the blobs, waving down with one hand. “It’s okay. Quiet down you guys.”

Across the line, Vlad scoffed. “Is that those obnoxious blob ghosts?”

“They’re not obnoxious.” Danny huffed. “Wait, how do you know about them?”

“I have my ways.” The older halfa said cryptically, before continuing casually. “Anyway, how are you, my boy?”

At the words, the blobs ghosts both hissed again. Skyler floated farther away from the phone, higher until he’s pressed against the ceiling. Aster however pressed right up to the phone, growling lowely.

Danny lowered the phone. “Aster, Sky. It’s okay. He’s not actually here.”

Over the phone, Vlad growled. “Control your pets, Daniel.”

The younger half straightened, narrowing his eyes. “They aren’t my pets, Vlad.” Despite what others would think, the two blobs were not his pets. They were….his friends, the ghost boy supposed.

“Of course not.” Vlad scoffed. “Just like that green mutt is not your dog.”

“No, that’s not…” Danny pinched his nose. “Why are you calling me, fruitloop?”

The half ghost could almost hear the eyeroll. “I was calling to inform you, I have business in Amity Park in a few days and your dear mother and oaf of a father invited me to stay with your family.”

The younger halfa groaned. “Are you serious?”

At the same time, the blobs hissed above him.

“Yes, I am serious.” The older halfa replied coldly. “And again, can you call your pets to quiet down?”

“Again, not my pets.” Danny gritted his teeth. “And no. I agree with them. Hissing’s the right reaction to you.”

“Now, don’t be difficult, little badger. Are you not looking forward to seeing your dear uncle?”

“F*ck off.” The boy hissed, earning enthusiastic buzzes of agreements from Aster and Skyler. His friends also chuckled, giving him approving looks while Jazz frowned.

“Such language, Daniel.” Vlad rebuked. “Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

The ghost boy narrowed his eyes. “Will you stop talking about my mom?”

“Now, your dear mother-”

“Will never love you, because you’re a creepy old man who can’t let go of your crush on a happily married woman. Goodbye.” With that, Danny hung up the phone angrily.

The halfa put his head in his hands and groaned.

“Dude. I’m so sorry.” Tucker said.

Danny just groaned again. A moment later, the two blobs who had been hovering near the ceiling flew down to the boy. Chirping soothingly, they brushed up against his arms. In response, the half ghost raised his head. He gently cupped both blobs in his hands and drew them to his chest. He looked down, addressing the smaller ghosts. “Thanks guys.”

Sam raised a brow. “They really don’t like Vlad, do they?”

“Yep.” Danny nodded.

The technogeek half-smiled. “They fit right in.”

The half ghost nodded in agreement.

After that, there was more complaining about Vlad. And finally, at Jazz’s insistence, the teens started on their homework, with the blobs watching from one of Danny’s shelves. Once they were done, the group watched a movie. After, Sam and Tucker went home and Jazz went to her room leaving Danny alone with Aster and Skyler.

The half ghost looked up, spotting the two blob snuggling together on his shelf. Sky was trembling slightly, eyes down cast. Danny frowned, reaching up to give each ghost a scratch. “Come on guys. I’m going to bed.”

The blue blob looked up, eyes brightening. He floated down the half ghost, purring as he nudged the boy’s hand.

With that, Danny settled into bed, with Skyler laying on his chest and Aster beside him.

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The little black-haired boy was crying, his blue eyes filling with tears.  "Daddy, please I'll be good!”

Vlad sneared, gripping the child’s arm tighter. “Stop sniveling boy.”

He trembled, weakly pulling away. “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise!”

The man shook him. “Be quiet.”

“No! Let me go!” The child cried, pulling harder.

“You are insufferable.” Vlad gritted his teeth. Letting go of the small arm, he roughly pushed the boy.

“No!” Snot started running down the child’s face. “Daddy!”

“If this works, it will be worth it.” The man sighed.

The boy’s eyes widened as he scrambled up. “Daddy, I’m scared!”

The man ignored the pleas, instead he pressed down a large button on a control panel.

The child stumbled forward, chest heaving as his feet quickened. His heart pounded in fear. “No! I’ll be good! Please!”

A glass wall slammed down in front of him and the boy screamed, pounding on the barrier. “Let me out!”

“It will be worth it.” Vlad repeated to himself. “He’s young and impressionable. A son I can mold in my image.” He pressed down the button and there was a flash of green.

The child panicked, the tears increasing. He pounded harder. “Daddy! Let me out!”

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His own heart pounding, Danny woke up to the sound of a child crying. His sleepy mind ran in circles. What was...who was...that dream….

Another wail of pure emotional agony. That little boy….he must be here…. With his eyes still closed, Danny sleepy reached towards the sound. In front of him? Above him? He needed to find the kid…

Danny’s hands reach out to comfort, falling on something cold and squishy, like jello. Wait...that doesn’t…..

Something shifted, the minimal weight on his chest increasing. He was touching something else, something fuzzy...and soft? He petted the things and the sound died down into a whimper.

Mind swimming and fuzzy with sleep, Danny fell asleep again before he could think more. In the morning, he thought it was all a dream.

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Downstairs, the doorbell rang. It had been three days since Vlad’s phone call, three days since Danny’s half-remembered nightmare featuring the insane bastard. Below, the door opened and then closed a few seconds later. His father’s enthusiastic greeting boomed. From his seat on the bed, Danny groaned in annoyance; it sounded like the fruitloop was here.

“Danny!” Jack called. “Come say hi to your uncle Vladdie!”

The younger halfa groaned again, this time louder. Skyler, who’d been perched in the boy’s lab and purring, startled; the blob suddenly looked up, his eyes wide and fearful.

Danny’s expression softened. He patted the smaller ghost. “It’s okay, Bud.”

“Danny!” His father yelled again, this time more instantly.

The boy frowned. “I’m gonna have to go down there.” 

The blue blob gave the half ghost a wary look, nestling into the boy even as Danny tried to push him off. “Sky. Come on.” 

The small ghost whined, refusing to move even as he was trembling. Then Aster, who’d been relaxing on one of Danny’s pillows, floated up and towards the other blob. Giving the blue ghost a nudge, the green blob offered a comforting purr. Skyler chirped worriedly in response. Then Aster nudged him again, more encouragingly. With something like a sigh, both blobs floated off of Danny’s lap before setting onto his pillow.

“Danny! Come down here!” This time, it was his mom yelling with a serious tone.

“Coming!” The boy yelled back. He looked back at his blobs. “Just stay here guys, okay?”

Aster gave an agreeing if warry warble. Skyler, however, didn’t respond, still trembling slightly.

Danny sighed, his own stomach knotting with worry. Squaring his shoulders, the boy braced himself to face the other halfa.

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The Fenton family, plus Vlad, sat around the coffee table with cups of tea and hot chocolate. Jazz and Danny traded warry looks as Vlad proved to be as creepy and obnoxious as ever. Making vague and not-so-vague ominous jabs at his dad, while paying the insults off as jokes. Shamelessly flirting with his mom. Overall making everyone, except the oblivious Jack Fenton, uncomfortable.

Danny gritted his teeth, barely holding back a seething comment about Plasmius. Oh, he wasn’t above underhanded comments about Vlad’s status as a lonely bachelor in need of a cat. But, even begrudgingly, their secrets were off the table. So no comments about the older halfa’s hairbrained schemes to kill his Dad, marry his mom, and convince Danny to be his perfect half-ghost son. The ghost boy shivered at those last words. That uncanningly reminded him of something he heard in his-

“Here Daniel. Let me take your cup.” Vlad said, interrupting the younger halfa’s thought.

Danny wrinkled his nose, giving the man a distrustful look. “Nah. It’s fine I can take it.”

The older halfa raised a brow, holding up the other mugs in his hand. “Really, it’s no trouble.”

His parents pinned him with questioning looks and the younger half ghost conceded, handing his mug to Vlad.

The corner of Vlad’s lip turned up, into something vaguely smug as he walked into the kitchen.

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After a dinner that was as tense and awkward as Danny expected, the boy went to his room with an excuse that he had homework to do. Really, he didn’t want to be in the same room as Vlad Masters for any longer than he had to. But his stomach still flopped. He hated the idea of that insane fruitloop being in his house, around his parents. The other’s presence gnawed at him, the barely perceptible ectosignature (not weak but suppressed by Vlad’s human form) constantly putting his core on edge.

Danny shook his head, forcing the thought away. He’d just have to trust that he’d be able to hear on the off chance that Vlad tried something. The boy did actually have homework to do. And he should check on Aster and Skyler.

With a sigh, the boy pushed open his door before closing it quickly.

“Aster. Skyler.” Danny called softly, his nose wrinkling as the two didn’t appear. “Guys, it’s just me.” The boy tried again. 

Where were his blobs? With some concentration, Danny reacted out with his ghost sense. His brow furrowed, the signatures flickering into his awareness. The two smaller ghosts were close by. But where?

Danny searched, opening his closet and drawers. His eyes flickered over his bookshelf, dresser, and desk. “Come on guys.” He whined slightly at finding nothing.

Just then, a small chirp sounded. Danny turned, his eyes flickering down. There! Lowering himself to the floor and onto his stomach, he peered under the bed.

“There you guys are.” Danny rolled his eyes playfully. “Are we playing hide and…” He trailed off, finally taking in the smaller ghosts. Both were shaking, their eyes wide and fearful. Expression softening, the boy reached under the bed. He gently cupped each ghost in his hand and pulled them out from under the furniture.

“You guys are really scared of Vlad.” He said, voice only slightly surprised and pained. 

In response, both blobs whimpered.

“Shush. It’s okay.” After slowly sitting up, Danny pulled both blobs to his chest. The action was as close to a hug as he could perform with the two fist sized ghosts. “Like I said before, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you guys. I definitely won’t let Vlad anywhere near you.”

Aster and Skyler both cooed, comforted by the words. They started purring, Danny’s core doing the same in response.

For a long moment, the three stayed together in their almost hug. Then finally the halfa asked. “Better?”

Both blobs blinked, before giving affirmative chirps.

“Good.” Danny smiled, letting the other ghosts go. “I do actually have homework to do. You guys can watch or….” He pulled out his phone, offering it to the blobs. “Youtube? I can put on a video for you.”

With a hum, the blobs took the seconds option. They huddled on the bed while Danny worked on homework. Several hours later, the half ghost finished and joined the other ghosts on the bed. They watched some videos before the half ghost yawned.

“Alright. I need to go to sleep.” He stood and started towards the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Standing in front of the door, Danny reached forward for the knob. It didn’t turn, locked apparently. Inside the toilet flushed. There was the sound of the sink turning on and then off thirty seconds later. Then the door swung open. 

Danny frowned. “Vlad. What are you doing?”

The man raised a brow. “Using the restroom Daniel. What else would I be doing?”

The younger half ghost scowled but said nothing, instead stepping past the man and into the bathroom. He then slammed the door in Vlad’s face.

Danny sighed, looking down for a long moment as his annoyance at the older halfa flared. But he pushed the feelings away. The guy hadn’t actually done anything bad. Maybe he wasn’t actually planning anything worse than getting on Danny’s nerves. 

After a long moment, the half ghost looked up again. Remembering why he came here, the boy reached for his toothbrush. And….his eyes widened. It wasn’t in the cup by the sink or on the counter. Danny wrinkled his nose. Taking a step back, he looked to the floor. Maybe he...or another certain halfa….knocked it over. But nothing. It wasn’t in the trashcan either or in the drawers. It wasn’t under the sink or even in the toilet or shower. 

Danny rubbed his eyes, groaning. “Where is it? Did that fruitloop do something to it?” The boy looked up, shaking his head. No, why would Vlad do that? Well...he could take it mess with him but Danny could have left it at Tucker’s house the last time he stayed over. Or his mom or sister might have thrown it away. He really did need to get a new one anyway. He bent down, opening the doors to the counter under the sink. Like he thought, there was an unopened toothbrush. He opened the package and brushed his teeth before going to bed.

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Floating underwater. The sting of water and ectoplasm in his eyes. Gasping for breath.

The beep of a heart monitor. Cold metal on his chest. The syringe full of red blood.

Images flashed through Danny’s sleeping mind, his eyes flickering rapidly under his lids.

Waiting. Watching. Raining dripping down the window. Shivering in his thin hospital gown. Loneliness.

Green slime and sleek metal. The smell of old pennies. The roar of machinery. A scream.

The young halfa’s heart started pounding in his chest, a whimper exciting his throat.

Sudden silence. Wet leaves and earth. The sound of a shovel hitting rock.

He’s...where is he? What happened? Why can’t he...why can’t he feel his hands, his feet, his body?

The boy gasped in his sleep, his heart skipping a beat. In the waking world, there was a rustling, a soft thump.

A shadow falling over him. Red eyes loaming over him. The flash of a needle.

Several things happened at once. Danny’s eyes popped open. There was an enraged hissed and a sudden thump.

“Why you little!” A man’s voice growled.

The boy shot up in bed. It took only half a second to recognize the older halfa in ghost form. “What are you doing in my room Vlad?!” The angry demand evaporated as Danny registered something else. There, squeezed in Vlad’s hands was a trembling Aster. The half ghost’s eyes narrowed, his voice rising in hysterical rage. “Get your hands off of him!”

Without thinking, Danny transformed and flew at the older half ghost, throwing him into the wall with a punch to the face. The blob ghost squeezed in alarm while Vlad grunted. “Daniel!”

Behind him, Skyler squeaked in alarm.

The boy bared his teeth. “Let him go.”

Vlad let his eyes flash. “Or you’ll what?”

His hand lighting with ectoenergy, Danny’s eyes flickered worriedly to the squirming Aster. “I’ll...I’ll…”

Vlad smirked. “Thought so.” His hand’s grip tightened slightly, causing the small ghost to let out another whimper of pain.

Danny paled slightly, eyes widening in panic. Then the sound of feet pounding up the stairs rang out with the distant sound of his parents’ voices. Skyler whimpered.

His eyes flickering to the door, he considered for a second. Danny’s expression hardened. “I’ll expose both of us.”

For a moment, Vlad looked like he wanted to scoff, like the boy was bluffing. Then his eyes widened slightly. His gaze flicked to the ghost in his hand. “For this thing? You wouldn’t.”

Danny hissed. “You wanna test me?” 

Feet continued to pound, the sound now coming from the end of the hallway. “Danny! We’ll get that ghost!”

The two halfa’s stood off for seconds but it felt much longer. With barely a thought, Danny summoned the ring of his transformation but paused it before he could change. Vlad’s gaze flickered down, considering.

The voices were right outside the door. In a second, Vlad released the other ghost and disappeared. The moment he was out of sight, Danny transformed.

His door banged open. “Where’s the ghost?!” Dad shouted.

Danny turned around, sighing in relief that neither blob was visible. “He flew off when he heard you coming.”

“He?” Mom asked.

“Pl- The Wisconsin ghost.” The half ghost said, suppressing a smile. He might as well get Vlad’s ghost form in trouble.

Dad’s eyes lit up. “The Wisconsin ghost! Madds, let’s go! Maybe we can still catch it!”

A worried look crossed the woman’s face. “Are you alright sweetie?”

Danny shrugged. “Yeah. He didn’t do anything to me.”

Mom studied him for a moment before her expression softened, seemingly satisfied. “Come on Jack.”

With that, the adults left Danny alone. As soon as the door closed, both blobs reappeared and flew at Danny. Silently trembling, they nuzzled against the halfa for protection. Deeply troubled, he sat down on his bed with the blobs settling into his lab. He petted them as they shook with fear. 

Vlad was up to something. He must have been. He’d been loaming in Danny’s room while he was sleeping. The memory, those images kept circulating in Danny’s mind but he couldn’t make sense of them or of the strange images of his dream. Were those two things connected? And...anger boiled in him. Vlad had threatened Aster. The man had put his hand on his….not- pet. His friend? That wasn’t the right word either. There was something...more familial about what he felt for these two blobs. He loved them so much. And Danny had threatened to out himself to save Aster. It scared Danny to think...he might just have done it. But he tried not to dwell on it instead wondering what Vlad was doing. But no answers came to his mind, just more worry as Aster and Skyler remained as quiet as death.

Danny didn’t sleep again that night.

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Vlad left early the next morning without a word to Danny. He hadn’t tried to go into the boy’s room again. He hadn’t even made so much as an insult to Jack. Instead, he seemed vaguely angry, like whatever he planned failed. But Danny couldn’t make sense of that. What had Vlad wanted of him, while he’d been asleep? And….the boy swallowed. Vlad would have done whatever he wanted if Aster hadn’t attacked him.

But what had he wanted?

Eventually, Danny got out of bed. It was a lazy Saturday, just hanging out at home as he was grounded. It would have been a decent day except…

“Where’s my mug?” Danny grumbled. He really wanted his favorite mug, the one with the NASA logo, for his coffee. But it was no where, not in the cupboards, the dishwasher, the sink. It wasn’t on the counter or table or in the living room. Eventually he gave up, realizing it was the same one he used yesterday and handed over to Vlad to take to the kitchen. Danny groaned, putting his head in his hands. The man took it, didn’t he? The petty jerk.

Soon after, Danny found that his comb was gone as well, when he went to take a shower. His stomach flopped, getting an uneasy idea.

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The rest of the day, Danny did homework and hung out with Aster and Skyler. The two remained silent, bodies tense with stress despite the halfa’s encouragement. That is, they were silent until...Sky finally cracked.

It was that night. Danny took the pair up to the roof to look at the stars. It was nice and peaceful for once, the dark sky full of sparkling stars. 

Then, a soft whine broke out. 

Danny looked to the side, spotting Skyler. Eyes softening, he picked up the little ghost. “Yeah. It’s okay. Let it out.” Skyler whimpered, the sound growing louder.

Soon after Aster joined in also whining as Danny stroked both of them. The boy let them cry, frowning in consideration.

Wheels turned in his head. How much Aster and Skyler hated Vlad before they even knew him. The way they’d hiss and tremble. And yet...Aster was willing to attack the older halfa for him.

Danny glanced down, studied the two odd looking blob ghosts. Their large human-like eyes, their odd coloration, the variety of emotion and the keen intelligence, their ability to telepathically communicate their emotions to Danny.

The boy frowned. They were strange for blobs and they were afraid of Vlad. Skyler had come to him, to him specifically. He’d been panicked and afraid. And Danny had somehow known someone had put him through something horrible, someone that the boy promised he would protect the blob from.

The question sprung up in his mind and exited his mouth before he could think. “Did Vlad….” He looked down. “Did Vlad experiment on you guys?”

Aster and Skyler’s whines cut off suddenly at the question. Both pairs of eyes looked up at him questioningly and a cacophony of emotions poured into his mind, communicated by the blobs. Fear, shock, and panic. Then rapidly, Aster’s eyes flickered between Danny and Skyler. The other blob shook, eyes watering. Huge, mounting, panicked confusion hit Danny like a train.

He gasped at the emotion. “You guys don’t remember.” His eyes widened. “You can’t remember what happened to you before you found me.”

Aster wiggled in a movement meant to be a nod. Large sadness welled in Danny at the thought. He then looked at Skyler. “Sky, what about you? Do you remember?”

The little blue ghost didn’t respond for a long moment. There was no sound, no acknowledgement until finally, the blob looked up at Danny. He trembled and a mournful sound rang out.

Danny’s heart skipped a beat. That wasn’t a whine or a whimper. It wasn’t a squeak of pain or alarm. It was a heartbroken sob. The volume rose and Danny dropped the ghost in shock. It was...it was the sound of a child crying.

The half ghost shuffled backwards, the sound ringing in his head. That...he’d heard that before. “In my dream.” He muttered. “I dreamed...I dreamed about a little boy crying in a portal, with Vlad.” The sob increased and Danny’s eyes flickered to the blob. “And you’re…. you’re crying in his voice." He stood, shaking. “After my dream, you were crying like he was but…”

Something connected in Danny’s mind, his eyes falling on Aster’s purple eyes. Purple eyes...like his first dream, the ten year old with purple eyes, the same color as his mother’s. And Skyler...with the little boy’s, the little boy who looked like Danny, his voice. And….both of those children died.

But...a horrifying idea sprouted in his mind. His favorite mug, the one he’d been drinking from yesterday going missing. His comb, his toothbrush as well. His dream (?) last night. Vlad loaming over him with a needle. What if….what if that had been real? What if the older halfa was here not to mess with Danny but to collect more...samples? DNA samples to make more, to make another….

Danny gasped, shaking as a specific word rang out in his head. No. NO. NO! His mind cursed. That could not...that was not. That couldn’t be what happened. Vlad couldn’t do that. He wouldn't do that. Yeah he was a petty jerk, a crazy fruitloop, an insane bastard. He did horrible things, like stealing and lying and manipulating. He tried to ruin his Dad's reputation. He tried to steal their portal and kidnap Mom. And he infected Sam and Tucker with ecto acne. He made Jazz and him fight each other. And unleashed the ghost king. But… he wouldn’t do this. He wouldn't clone Danny. He wouldn't kill children to make a half ghost. And yet….

Wouldn’t Vlad? Wouldn’t the bastard do anything to get what he wanted? And wasn’t what he wanted most his perfect half ghost ‘son’?

Danny remained frozen, his mind rebelling, refusing the idea. It couldn’t be...His blobs couldn’t have been-

A questioning chirp shocked the boy out of his thoughts. He blinked, finally remembering where he was. On the roof, watching the stars with…. He looked down, eyes falling on the two blobs. Aster chirped again, his eyes wide, questioning and yet compassionate. Something in the expression calmed Danny. 

After taking a breath, his gaze shifted, falling on Skyler. The boy’s brow furrowed. The blob had stopped crying, his round eyes full of guilt.

Danny’s expression softened. “Skyler.” He started.

The little ghost warbled sadly, floating into the air. Tentatively, he approached the half ghost. When Danny didn’t move to stop him, the blob gently nuzzled up again the boy’s chest in their version of a hug. Skyler hummed and an emotion….no, a word...pressed into Danny’s mind. Sorry.

The boy paused, from where he’d been gently stroking the little guy. That wasn’t a voice, not quite. But it was close, so close to being one. He could almost imagine-

Danny shook his head. “No buddy. It’s not you. You didn’t do anything wrong. It’s just...I think Vlad...he might have….” He swallowed. “I think you guys might be my-” The boy cut himself off, his mind rejecting the word.

He couldn’t think that, couldn’t wrap his mind around it. What that would mean for Aster and Skyler. What they were. What they are. What they lost. And...what this would mean for Danny, what these two really were to him. He couldn’t think about it all. So the boy pushed the thought out of his head. 

Instead he held Skyler closer and after a moment, Aster joined him. Danny hugged his blob ghosts until the small blue one wiggled out of his hold, complaining loudly. The half ghost chuckled at the sight but his heart hurt. It ached, torn between acknowledging and rejecting its crazy hypothesis, even as Danny was lying in bed and falling asleep.

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Grainy footage played on a computer. A ten year old boy holding a hazmat suit, listening as Vlad explained how an inactive portal will grant him ghost powers. A five year old boy, crying and screaming as the man threw him into the machine.

The viewer watched with wide eyes, his hands shaking. His heart pounded in fear. “He’s going to do that to me too.” A teenager’s voice muttered.

The footage continued, both children crying for the man to stop. The teenager tensed as the portal started up, green light flashing. He covered his ears, stomach threatening to eject his dinner as the crying morphed into horrific screams of pain. But his eyes stayed glued to the screen as the light of the portal solidified into a swirling green vortex and….the screams cut off.

The teen blinked at the monitor, waiting. After a small eternity, the Vlad on the screen moved forward. Strictly, he called for a response. None came, the portal and the lab silent. Then Vlad changed, transformed. In a moment, the human was replaced by a ghost and he floated into the newly opened gateway.b 

Another long pause. The viewer twitched, his gaze flickering around the dark lab surrounding him, the same one that these videos were recorded in. His eyes moved back to the screen and finally….Vlad exited the portal.

The boy’s hand moved to cover his mouth and the cry that exited it. On the screen, Vlad was carrying a body. The charred and burnt corpse of a child. 

The teen gasped, learning over in sudden nausea. The words poured out. “He...he killed them. He’s gonna kill me. I’m going to die.”

Words exited the speaker. “Another failure.” Vlad sighed, dropping the body. “Hopefully the next one will survive and I will finally have my half ghost son.”

The boy straightened, his brow furrowing. His mind raced with thoughts and questions. But paramount- “I need to get away from him. I have to escape.”

He stood, rapidly closing the video and logging off the computer. Rapidly, his brain planned. He needed to run or find a way to contact someone. The police? Or…that boy from the older videos, the white haired one who in human form looked like him. His name was….Danny? And he lived in a place called Amity Park? The boy frowned. That wasn’t that useful but maybe-

The hydrologic hiss of the lab door turning shook the boy out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat and he sprinted. He was supposed to be asleep on his cot. He flopped down and pulled the blanket over himself, just as the door finally opened. The boy kept his eyes half lidded, watching the man approach him in the dark. Just feet away, he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing, faking sleep.

Vlad, the only person he’d ever known, his apparent maker, his capturer, his would-be murder, leaned over him. The boy froze, hardly breathing. He waited, hoping the man would go away. But then, there was a sudden pinch in his arm.

The boy screamed, startled, and tried to sit up but sudden dizziness overtook him. His head swam, his vision blurring before he passed out.

Sometime later, he blinked awake groggily. The boy groaned, wrinkling his nose. He was lying on something cold and metal. Something was digging into his back. He blinked again, his eyes slowly focusing on the ceiling. It was metal; he was still in the lab but….he shot up into a sitting position, his heart suddenly pounding. He was in the tunnel of the inactivated portal.

“Oh, you’re awake already.” Vlad’s voice came from outside the portal. He sounded disappointed. “It’s a pity. I’d hoped to keep you from panicking.”

The boy swallowed, standing. But he said nothing, glaring at the man even as he walked up to the glass wall.

“Do not bother to pound on that. I will not let you out.” The man said calmly. Then he rolled his eyes. “And do not snivel like a child. You are better than that.”

The teen balled his fists, anger rising. Oh, he wanted to do that. He wanted to scream and cry like the others had. The ones who died without even this man’s pity. He wanted to, because he was a kid and he didn’t deserve this. None of them had and it made him want to scream in rage. Instead, he bit back a growl.

Vlad looked up, slightly pleased. “You are being pleasantly calm, my boy.” He smiled, the pride on his face sickening. “Very good. Now just stay where you are and this will be over quickly.”

 The boy scowled but kept his mouth shut. He resisted the urge to curse the man and tell him exactly how much of a bastard he was. Instead, he focused on the man with a determined look. 

“I do hope this grants you ghostly abilities.” Vlad pressed down the button and the machine started to whirl. “You appear to have the spirit for it.”

The spirit, ha. The boy bared his teeth, the sudden chill raising the hair on his arms. It was starting. The opening portal would either kill him or..."I know what you did to the others. I saw the videos." He sneered, remembering the crying kids from the videos, the bodies left behind. The machine might do that same to him or...he remembered the other boy in the videos. Danny, with his white hair and green eyes. Images of him darting around the sky, shooting opponents with green energy. Ghost powers, like the man in front of him welds. Like he himself could...no, like he would gain. The boy straightened. "When I survive this, I will stop you.”

Across from him, Vlad’s eyes widened in shock.

The green energy was building around the teen, the smell of citrus and ozone assaulting his nose. “You'll never do this to anyone again."

The man stared at him in disbelief as the roar of the machine grew. The light burned the boy’s eyes and then...there was sudden pain. Screaming. The smell of burnt flesh. His heart pounded in fear before it twitched, the rhythm failing. His lungs spasmed, unable to take in air. His vision was overtaken with black as the pain ripped his body apart. His knees buckled, mind screaming for this to end. He never felt his body hit the ground.

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Danny woke up, a scream on his tongue. His mind raced, confusion overtaking him. What was that? Where...who? What…?

Above him, something hummed. Danny’s eyes flickered to the source of the sound. There, floating over his bed. It looked like...a piece of the night sky, suspended in his room. The half ghost’s brow furrowed, taking in the ovalong object. It was black as night with pinpricks of light, like stars speckling its body. Slowly, Danny reached forward, his fingers brushing something cold and squishy. 

The things hummed again and Danny blinked, his mouth falling open as eyes opened above him. Icy blue eyes blinked, intelligently taking him in. Mind still trying to catch up, the boy sat up. He held out his hands for the ghost to land. Because this was a blob ghost, another one like Aster and Skyler and…..

The blob let out a soft purr, an emotion pressing in Danny’s mind. Relief. Determination. Knowing eyes focused on the boy and he swallowed in sudden dread and anxiety. It...He was exactly like Aster and Skyler.

The blob shivered, feeling the half ghost’s nervousness. A small measure of comfort touched Danny’s core. At the same time, the other two blobs who had been laying beside him, finally stirred. Both pairs of eyes flickered up to the other ghosts. Aster gave a curious buzz before floating up. A few seconds later, Skyler followed, more tentatively.

For a long moment, the new blob watched the other two, recognition dawning in his eyes. He quickly looked between the two but there was no realization, no understanding in the green or blue blob’s gaze. The starry blob chirped encouragingly, beckoning the other two forward. After a pause, Aster moved, gently nudging the new blob in greeting. Seeing it safe, Skyler hovered forward as well, greeting the new blob in kind. The dark blob hummed, enthusiastically greeting the other two ghosts. He bumped both, letting out a purr.

All the while, Danny watched, mystified. His mind sputtered, trying and failing to put the pieces together. His horrific dream with a new….clone. And then a new blob showed up. It couldn’t...it didn’t….. His stomach churned, revolting at the idea.

Finally, the new blob looked at Danny again. He sighed, pressing two words in the boy’s mind. Follow me.

The half ghost blinked in surprise at understanding the words. But he didn’t question as the blob floated up, off his hand and towards the door. Instead, he transformed. His core hummed as he hovered forward. He followed and it scared him that he didn’t hesitate. Because he should. He shouldn’t follow a ghost who just showed up in the middle of the night. Except…. While part of his mind whirled, the ghost part whispered, that  this ghost was trustworthy and familiar, someone he knew closely.

Flickering invisible, Danny followed the ghost through the house and in the basement with Aster and Skyler following. The group continued into the ghost Zone and across the empty space. Just minutes later, they came to a familiar site. There, in a cave on an abandoned rock...was the metal frame of a man-made portal. 

Danny froze. “That’s Vlad's portal.”

The dark blob stopped, turning back. He landed on the half ghost’s hand. Safe. He’s not here.

The boy blinked, understanding despite the few words. Vlad wasn’t on the other side and he trusted this new ghosts because he knew him, that he was a-

Danny shivered. “Come on.”

The group floated through the portal and into a metal covered room. The half ghost’s breath hitched and in front of him, Aster and Skyler whimpered. Danny swallowed. This was Vlad’s lab, obviously. But he...he recognized it, from his dreams. Shaking, he surveyed the room, eyes falling tubes of ectoplasm, metal and glass chambers, and...a cot in the corner.

Danny felt like he would be sick. But the dark blob nudged him onward before he could think. The group phased up through the floor and into a rustic looking cabin. This room Danny also recognized; they were inside Vlad’s cabin in the Rockies. The new ghost continued, into the forest. They flew for ten minutes before the starry blob stopped cold.

They were floating over a small clearing, tall grass surrounded by trees. Except….Danny’s eyes wandered and his heart dropped. In the light of the full moon, there were three patches of earth, each with vegetation of various heights. On one, the glass was maybe pinkie length. On the second, shoots were just bursting out of the ground. And the third….the earth was freshly up-turned.

Danny floated down, to the base on the first. His gaze flickered between the places as his eyes started to water. He knew...he knew what these were, what these had to be.

“These are graves.” He whispered, his knees shaking. His heart ached, shattering as a sob burst on his lips. “These...my dreams...my dreams they were real….Vlad really….he did….oh god.”

The boy doubled over, his stomach forcing its way into his throat. “Oh god. Oh god that bastard he-”

In front of him came a cry. Danny looked up. Aster was floating in front of him, facing away from him. The little ghost was shaking violently. He shifted in the air, gaze flickering from the ground to the next patch. And there was Skyler. The little ghost was crying again, the noise that of a young child. And...oh god. Aster’s voice….it was the same, a boy, maybe 10 years old, crying.

Danny’s eyes widened, reaching forward. “Aster...Skyler...you guys...you’re really…” He looked down, tears falling. “These...these are yours.”

Rapidly, Aster turned. His gaze flickered to Danny, below him, and then to the other two blobs. Horrified shock wavered, turning into equally horrified realization. His eyes widened, welling with tears, actual tears. He was shaking and crying and….Skyler was doing the same, an identical look on his face. And Danny wanted to race forward and hug them except for...oh god, they were floating on top of their-

There was a flash of light in front of Danny. It was...it was the two blobs. Their aura’s flared, the light enveloping their bodies so strongly that they looked like two balls of light. The half ghost’s heart pounding. What was happening to them?! What was-

The light expanded, pressing outward and up. Stretching and morphing. Growing into a shape. A shape that looked like- There was a pop as the light disappeared….and Danny wasn’t looking at blobs anymore. 

In front of him were two humanoid ghosts. Directly in front of him, the boy (because he was a boy, oh god, this was a dead 10 year old child!), the boy had white hair, light green skin, a black and white hazmat suit. He was looking at his hands, flexing his fingers in awe.

And to the side was a gasp. This boy looked maybe five, with sky blue skin and clouds shifting over his skin and clothing. Glowing green eyes looked up at Danny, green eyes identical to his and exactly the color and shape of- 

“Skyler.” Danny whispered through his tears. At the noise, the other ghost looked up. Familiar purple eyes fell on him. “Aster.”

With no more hesitation, the small ghost flew at him. He threw his arms around Danny, clinging to him in a hug. “Danny.” Skyler, because this was him, the same ghost as his little blob, whined through his tears.

“Sky.” Danny repeated, his whole body shaking. A moment later, another pair of arms clung to the older boy. “Ash.” He cried.

Danny returned the hug, clinging to these two. His sorrow swelled, tears streaming down his face. His knees shook, the weight of emotions dragging him down. The three collapsed to the ground, in a pile of limbs, tears, and sobs.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” The half ghost repeated, like a mantra. “I should have….I should have known that...that.” He should have known who these two were, not just any blobs but his...clones...his clones. These were his clones. “Oh god, Vlad he...he cloned me...and he made you guys and….oh god he killed you!” Danny’s chest heaved. “I didn’t...I didn’t know...I didn’t stop him. I should have...I should have stopped him...I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” The guilt poured out with the grief.

All the while, the other two ghosts wept in Danny’s arms. “I...I remember now.” Aster whispered. “I remember how I...I died.”

Danny squeezed him. “I’m sorry.”

Skyler sobbed, gaping Danny’s suit like he would disappear. “Why did he...why did he hurt me?”

The half ghost had no answer, not comfort. Instead, he promised. “He won’t hurt you. He won’t touch you again. I’ll protect you.”

The little blue ghost sniffled. “I..I love you, Danny.”

“I love you too.” Danny returned. “I love you guys so much.” And he did. He did so much. These two had been in his house, in his room, by his side for weeks. And he’d loved the two even when he didn’t know who they really were. And they were really his clones. His dead clones. They were dead because...he...he hadn’t been there when they needed him. He’d let Vlad kill them. They were...they were full ghosts because he hadn’t been there and…

The boy cried and his two clones cried for what felt like ages, until there were no more tears. Slowly, the two younger ghosts pulled away. Aster whipped his eyes. “It’s not your fault.” He said quietly, looking up at Danny. “You didn’t know what Vlad was doing.”

The boy blinked, his lip trembling. “But-”

A flash of light cut off Danny’s words. He turned his head, eyes falling on another morphing ball of light. The figure stretched, snapping into shape and leaving another human-like ghost. This one looked Danny’s age, like he could be Danny’s twin if it wasn’t for his starry, dark as night skin. 

The new ghost slowly knelt down to be at eyes level with the others. He blinked, fixing glowing blue eyes on Danny. “He’s right. You didn’t know.”

Danny considered, taking in the person in front of him. His heart clenched at the words, guilt swelling. But he had questions, questions that were more important than wallowing in his guilt. “So...you’re a clone of me. Like Aster and Skyler here.”

The other boy frowned, pinning Danny with a serious look for ignoring his statement. Eventually, he stated. “Yeah. I am.”

Danny blinked, taking in the information. The confirmation of what he’d already worked out. Vlad had cloned him and those three clones were in front of him, including two who had been right under his nose and this new clone. Finally, the half ghost nodded in understanding. The next important question..."And what's your name?"

The blue-eyed boy bit his lip. "I don't have one yet. But I was thinking...Orion." He paused, letting the word linger.

“Orion.” Danny tested the word out. "I like it." He half-smiled.

"Figured you would.” The newly named Orion’s lip turned up in a slight smile. “I saw the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling and the model rockets." He looked down at his starry hands. “I guess liking space is something we have in common.”

“Yeah, I guess it is.” The half ghost tilted his head, not knowing what to think of that. He decided to press on. "And… that last dream I had, earlier tonight? That was you….you showed me how you…uhh...how you..."

"Yeah.” Orion confirmed softly, understanding the unspoken end of that statement.

The half ghost shook his head, stomach flopping at the thought. “I saw...I dreamed about how it happened to Aster and Skyler too. But I thought they were just weird nightmares but...those weren’t.”

“No. Those were real.” The other teen replied. “I...after I….you know... I woke up in the Ghost Zone and… I found you...I guess...I kinda sensed where you were...and I found you but you were asleep.” He looked down at his hands. “I don’t know how I did it but...I knew that I could show you what happened...so I did.”

“And you brought me here.”

“Yeah...I just...I recognized that these two” He motioned to the other clones. “Were like me.”

“But we didn’t remember that.” Aster finally offered. “I just remember finding you, Danny, and knowing that you were safe and...you felt familiar.”

Skyler wrung his hands. “I knew you’d keep me safe.”

“Of course, I would… I will.” Danny threw an arm over the two clones. “You guys felt familiar to me too but...I had no idea why, just that… I cared about you guys.”

Slowly, the younger two clone’s (in appearance at least) lips turned up into smiles. Danny gave both a pat, before turning attention back to Orion. “So you brought all of us and these two remembered so….” He motioned to all of the former blob’s human-like bodies.

“Why aren’t we blobs anymore?” Aster questioned.

“Yeah.” Skyler wiggled his fingers. “I look different.”

“I think it’s because you remembered who you are now.” Orion offered.

“And you?” Danny raised a brow. “Why were you…”

The starry ghost smiled teasingly. His aura flared, the light blurring his features. The light compressed and….a blob was floating in front of Danny. The small ghost chirped, flying over Danny’s head to ruffle his hair. He flew back around to his spot. There was another flash of light and Orion was back in front of him, grinning brightly.

Danny’s eyes widened. “You can transform back and forth?!”

“Yep.” He affirmed.

“Can you teach me?!” Skyler interrupted.

Orion ruffled his hair. “Sure thing. You too, Aster. We can try it in a bit. But yeah...I can do both. Can’t really talk as a blob but...it’s pretty cool. I didn’t show up like this, since I wasn’t sure you knew about Vlad cloning you and…” He motioned to himself. “Meeting your almost look-a-like might have freaked you out.”

“It probably would have.” Danny worried his lip. “But I know the truth now. I know who you guys really are and what Vlad was doing and….” He looked down. “I saw how all of you died.”

Orion’s expression fell, the stars on his face a green tint in something Danny thought might be a blush. Skyler and Aster also blushed guiltily. 

“Sorry.” Aster muted.

“No it’s….It’s okay.” Danny said. “I need to see but….” He looked at Orion. “I have a question about what you showed me.”

The other teen looked up. “Alright, what is it?”

"Why didn't you fight him?" The other boy asked. “When Vlad had you in the portal. You didn’t yell at him. You didn’t try to get out. You just...you just stood there.”

Orion sighed. “I knew there was no point. I couldn’t fight Vlad or convince him to let me go. I knew the portal...it would either kill me or I’d end up with ghost powers so I guess….I chose to hope I’d survive and end up a half ghost, like you.”

Danny frowned, considering the words. After a long serious pause, he said quietly.  "But you didn't survive."

The half ghost regretted the words not even a second later as Orion's expression fell. 

"You're right. I didn't come out of the portal a half ghost.  I did die." 

The heartbroken expression on the clone's face made Danny's heart clench. In response, he leaned forward to embrace the other boy. Orion tensed in surprise before relaxing and returning the hug. The two stayed like that for a long moment, the gesture gradually becoming less awkward and more comforting and familiar.

Finally, Orion whispered into his original’s shoulder. "But I'm still here, aren't I?"

Danny blinked, taking in the words. He pulled away. He wiped his wet eyes; he’d started tearing up again at the reminder of the other’s death. But….he slowly, tentatively smiled. “Yeah, you’re right. You’re still here.” He looked down at the other two clones and then over the field again. Those three graves, three clones that died but…. He looked back at the group of ghosts in front of him. The same three clones. Danny’s eyes widened. “All of you are. You’re all still here.” The words carried the weight of the realization as his heart swelled with hope. 

The boy looked between Aster and Skyler on either side of him again, his eyes shining with affection. “And you guys are my….” He trailed off, at a loss for words. He’d said it in his head before; Aster and Skyler were his blobs, his...friends? That was the wrong word. They were his clones. No, not just...they were his- “You’re family.” Danny finally said with conviction. He looked across from him, at Orion, deliberately. “All of you are.”

The teenage clone’s expression softened. “I’m...I’m really happy to hear that.” He looked down, before saying quietly. “It’ll be really nice to have a family.”

Meanwhile, Skyler blinked up at the halfa. “Family?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes. Of course.” Danny’s heart clenched at the tone but he still offered a smile, ruffling the smaller ghost’s hair. “I wasn’t there before you guys...you know but…”

Aster cut in him. “I already said...you didn’t know so it’s okay.”

“Yeah.” Orion agreed. “You don’t need to blame yourself. I don’t blame you. I’m sure these guys don’t blame you either.”

The ten year old nodded his head. “No. I don’t blame you.”

Skyler, who’d been eagerly following the confusion, leaned over to hug Danny. “Me neither. So don’t be sad.”

With that, the half ghost was won over. He sighed. “Alright, alright. I get it. But still…..I’m here now. We’re all here now...and we’re together so….we’ll be there for each other no matter what happens now. Right?”

“Right.” Aster and Skyler said at the same time.

A moment later, Orion smiled proudly. “Right.” He then floated off of the ground, offering Danny his hand to stand up. “So how about we end this tonight?” Danny took the hand, standing with the clone’s held. The other boy then pointed back the way they’d come, through the forest and into Vlad’s cabin. “We make sure Vlad never does anything like this again.” He turned back around towards the fresh patches of dirt.

Danny turned, his expression falling as he understood Orion’s meaning. Then he straightened, determination overtaking him. “Yes. This ends tonight. That man’s gonna pay for what he’s done. Let's start with….who wants to help me trash Vlad's lab?"

 The younger two full ghosts nodded while the teenage clone gave his original an eager smile. “Yes, please.”

The four set off, flying together through the sky. That’s how they’d stay, Danny hoped. He’d meant what he said. These three were part of his family and he’d stick with them. They’d stick together. And together, they’d make things right. 

[perriewinklenerdie]

Photograph (Ethan Ramsey x MC)

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Claire Herondale

Word count: 1,8 k

Summary: Claire and Ethan attend Naveen’s birthday party ft. jealous Ethan

Warnings: None (though MSWord told me that ‘bastard’ might be offensive to my readers so who knows)

A/N: @justanotherrookie​ look, I made it :D it’s an honor to be considered your friend, you slay my life, pls continue to do so <3

A large clothing bag was thrown over his shoulder as he strode towards his office. The light of the day was slowly giving way to the dimness of the evening. Ethan exchanged his working clothes and a white coat for a tux, hair styled meticulously and an alluring scent of his cologne filling the air around him.

He expected her to be waiting for him inside, but upon entering the room, he noticed her absence. Before he could reach for his phone to call her, the door opened and a very frenzied and out of breath Claire appeared. Their eyes locked and she breathed out in relief at the sight of him.

“Sorry I’m late, our patient in 507 needed additional tests run and then there was hold up in the lab and I couldn’t get the results fast enough- “

“Take a breath, baby, calm down.” He laughed under his breath, wrapping his arms around her to pull her closer. She stared up at him for a moment, then stood on her tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips. She let out a low hum of contentment.

“Mmh Ethan Ramsey, the best tranquilizer known to humankind.” Claire complimented, brushing her nose against his. “I’m not sharing with anyone, though.”

“Spoken like a true addict. Though, I have to say…” he gripped her hips tighter, smirking at the way her pupils dilated slightly at the motion. “You’re addictive too.”

She leaned up to kiss him again only for her lips to meet his cheek when his head turned. Slightly confused, she leaned away to look at him.

“If you kiss me again, we’ll never make it to the party.” He muttered, stroking her jaw with his thumb. “Go get ready, there’s still time.”

It takes her entire twenty minutes for her to put her dress and shoes on, touch up her makeup and tame her hair. Ethan was waiting for her by the wall, his head rising to look at her when she came back. His breath got caught in his throat for a split second, awe induced by her entire being stopping his thought process momentarily.

He walked over to her, smoothing out one unruly lock of hair, his over hand tracing the edge of the cleavage of her dress.

“I take it you like it?” Claire grinned, toying with the lapel of his jacket. He hummed affirmatively, bringing her closer to his side as they began walking.

“If it wasn’t for the party, I would have shown you just how much.”

~

Naveen, unlike his protégé, liked to celebrate his birthday. He didn’t manage to organize himself a party every year, so he settled for throwing a rather big get-together every few years. Other than that, he settled for small celebrations with Harper, Ethan and, since last year, Claire.

This year, however, was the party year. Claire couldn’t wait. Ethan, on the other hand, wasn’t looking forward to it as much. Tradition was tradition, however, and combined with very convincing arguments from Claire, he didn’t argue.

Due to the situation at the hospital, they were running a bit late. Their saving grace was that they bought the present a few days earlier and that the host was their very dear friend.

“I was beginning to think you two wouldn’t make it!” Naveen exclaimed, greeting the two by the entrance to the bar. He embraced Claire, then Ethan, smiling widely at the pair.

“I like to think we’re fashionably late.” She winked, then passed the gift she was holding to him, warning him of its weight. The oldest doctor deposited the bag at the table near the side of the room, then guided the pair to the group of people by the bar.

“I’m sure you all remember Ethan, so let me introduce you to Claire Herondale, a brilliant young doctor that I literally owe my life to.” Naveen spoke up, a pride tone in his voice when the memories of the pair working together on his case flooded his mind. Claire blushed a bit, taking a small step towards the group.

“Naveen is entirely too generous in his assessment.”

“No, he’s not.” Ethan argued, smiling down at his girlfriend. His hand glided up and down her side affectionately. “You are brilliant.”

Among the people in the group, most of them shared a common feature of surprise at the affectionate side of Ethan Ramsey. They’ve met a couple of times at public functions more or less formal than this one, but all those instances had one thing in common. Ethan Ramsey was alone. Ethan Ramsey was solely focused on his work and his patients. So, to see him with a woman on his arm, and to see him so infatuated with her, was a sight for sure.

Ethan didn’t mind most of the people Naveen invited. They were all amazing doctors and scientists; talking to them was usually an interesting and challenging for his brain experience.

That statement, however, wasn’t entirely true when it came to Jonathan Millstone. In general, he didn’t mind the man all that much. As a researcher, he was great. As a man, not so much. From his more than forward attitude, to his treatment of other people, women especially, everything combined into a not so alluring picture in Ethan’s opinion. He never voiced it, however, as the behavior of the researcher never impacted him directly.

Up until that point, that is.

Because Jonathan had wandering eyes. And his gaze has made itself at home on Claire. Her face, her neck, her waist. The slit of her dress. But most of all, the neckline of the said dress.

There was no shame in his ogling, not a hint of embarrassment when she noticed him staring. He didn’t say a word to her, just stood there and watched.

She breathed in heavily, trying to keep her annoyance at bay. Sensing how motionless Ethan has become, she snaked her hand around his arm, pushing herself closer to his side, twisting her body slightly to shield herself from insisting eyes of the other man. Ethan’s arm immediately wrapped tighter around her, amplifying the effect of her actions. It was the subtlest way she could have given Jonathan a hint that she was in a relationship and wasn’t, even in the slightest, interested or flattered by his behavior.

Surprising no one, he didn’t take a hint.

As they walked away from the group, Claire turned towards Ethan with a glint in her eyes.

“That was some impressive jealousy management you had there, Dr. Ramsey.” She gripped the lapels of his jacket, pulling him closer. His hands squeezed her sides, his lips hovering right above hers.

“I was holding onto the last bits of patience.”

“I’m glad you did. Tonight, is about Naveen.”

A teasing grin grew on his lips in one moment, and in the next, he was twirling her out and into his arms. His fingers twisted the fabric of her dress slightly, the material rising off the ground a bit. Claire wrapped her arms around his neck, their face coming so close together that they were breathing the same air.

A soft sound of a working camera broke the bubble they were in, causing them both to look over. A photographer stood there, asking them if he could take a portrait of the two of them, per request of the host.

Ethan didn’t have to search very long for Naveen, who had a satisfied smile on his face. He shook his head with a sigh, then turned back to the photographer, nodding slightly in agreement.

With his arm wrapped tightly around her waist, they faced the camera, easy grins lighting up their features. Claire’s hand glided over his back, then slipped into the pocket of his jacket, the tips of her fingers pressing into his side playfully.

“Remind me to get that photo from Naveen later.” He muttered into her ear when they were alone again. She nodded, pressing them together so they could dance.

A few songs later, Claire managed to persuade him to let her get them drinks. And it did take some heavy convincing, especially when the first response she got was ‘I’m not going to be drinking any colorful nonsense’. She promised to not disappoint, then went towards the bar.

He turned around, coming face to face with Jonathan Millstone. He watched something right above the diagnostician’s shoulder, and Ethan didn’t have to guess or turn around to know just who was on the end of his gaze. When two men looked at each other, smugness and arrogance met irritation and disapproval. An explosive mix.

“Well, I’ll be damned. Ramsey with a date.”

“Would it kill you to be more respectful towards anyone?”

“She’s a real piece of beauty. You’re one lucky bastard, getting to score her.” Jonathan admitted out loud, watching how his words affected the doctor. Ethan’s hands rolled into fists and he was about to take a step towards the man, when a deadly calm voice called out from behind him.

“And you’re a real piece of an asshole.”

Both men froze in place when Claire walked to stand next to them. One would expect an angry scowl to reside on her face, but instead, she was neutral. Not a single emotion shown.

Wordlessly, she passed Ethan his glass of scotch, her eyes zeroing in on Jonathan. She weighed her own drink in the glass, swirling the liquid inside a couple of times. When she raised it, the researcher took a step back, expecting her to throw a drink in his face. Instead, she took a sip, smirking at his scared expression.

“You’re also lucky. I won’t make a scene at Naveen’s party.”

He thought he was off the hook. Oh, how wrong he was. Ethan took a definite step towards him, gripping his arm in a vice-like hold. “I’m not that generous, though. I suggest you learn your lesson and beat it.”

With a curt nod, he bid them goodbye (very respectfully) and got lost in the crowd. Claire’s face finally broke out into a smile.

“That felt good.” She shook her shoulders a bit, laughing in relief. Ethan bent his head, lips tracing the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

“It was also incredibly attractive.”

“And what are you going to do about it?” her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his pants to drag him closer, her expression feigning innocence despite very suggestive looks they were both giving one another.

“Let me get you home so you can find out.”

Notes

We’re absolutely going to ignore the difference between the dress in the fic and the dress in the pic (yes, I’m a poet)

Denise, find the Hamilton reference (a literal line, no shame) :D

Tagging separately

[sweetwritertanya]

Nothing To Be Jealous About (Taehyung)

Summary: Your friend has a gallery exhibition for which you and your boyfriend, Taehyung, were invited. But once you see the painting you were looking for the most, Taehyung starts to act weird and you don’t understand why.

Warnings: soft SMUT by the end! This was going to be just a fluffy one, but I couldn’t control myself! Mainly, there will be: erotic body touching, fingering, just the tiniest bit of dirty talk but barely.

Word Count: 3208

Laughs and random chatter fill the large room as you and your boyfriend walk into the gallery. It was a bright space, with tall white walls and lot of artificial lighting even though the large glass windows provided more than enough natural sunshine. Your heart skipped at the sight of so many people already in, walking around and conversing amongst themselves as they appreciated the beautiful art exposed on the walls. It was a warm sunny morning and people were clothed in light fresh garments, between casual and formal wear for the occasion.

You were wearing a cool blue and white strapped knee-length dress with bishop sleeves down to your elbows, a pattern of reddish and pink pastel flowers overlaying the stripes, pink pastel heels to match it. The tie at the smallest part of your waist complimented your large figure and the warm weather was no invitation for you to bring a jacket. As much as you believed you put some thought into your outfit, your partner’s seemed a lot more fitting. Taehyung was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, made of a fresh material, painted as if a work of abstract art itself, with tones of blue, grey and brown. It was tucked into very well-fitted dark jeans that complimented his tall silhouette and shiny designer shoes. Dark wavy hair styled beautifully, you found yourself thinking that he was the one who deserved to be displayed in a museum somewhere.

Out of the two of you, at first you assumed you would be the one jumping with excitement and fidgeting in place due to nervousness, eager to see how your friend’s first art exposition would go. Turns out Taehyung seemed to be even more giddy than you were, particularly interested in seeing one particular piece of work from your friend’s catalogue.

“Where is it? Where is it?” he asks in an almost childish way, contradicting his deep tone of voice in your ear.

You smile and shake your head, taking hold of his arm and guiding him through the space as you talked, eyes out in search of the artist himself.

“C’mon, we need to find my friend first! We can’t just browse around without saying hi to him first and ask how the exposition is doing” you admonish, to which Taehyung pouts disappointed.

“There’s a bunch of people, it’s obviously going great, right? Can’t we just see him after?”

“Nope. And there he is, let’s go!”

After meeting with your friend and congratulating him on the apparent success of his art exposition, Taehyung’s impatience wins him over and he asks about the painting he has been dying to see. You roll you eyes and advise your friend to just lead the way before your boyfriend explodes with curiosity. The man laughs and gladly takes you to the wall where that particular piece was proudly exposed.

“Oh my God, Andre, it’s so beautiful!” You exclaim as you approach it, breathless at the beautiful colors and detail. “I had no idea it would turn out this good, well done!”

“Thanks, Y/N. It’s one of my proudest works and the second most expensive of all the ones in this gallery” he informs, with a wink and moving eyebrows.

“No way, really!” you gasp, unbelieving. “The second most expensive?”

“Couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N. Thanks again.”

As you assure Andre that it was entirely welcome, nothing for him to be thankful for, one arm comes around your shoulders and Taehyung’s hand grasps your shoulder just a bit more tightly than it needed to be, staying unusually quiet, when this was the painting he had been so anxious to see.

“All good, Tae-Tae? What do you think? Isn’t it pretty?” you ask as you look up at him.

He smiles and agrees, nodding with his head, suddenly changing the conversation and asking if your friend could show his favorite piece’s around the gallery. You frown, knowing perfectly well how to distinguish Taehyung’s natural smile from his fake ones, and that was a fake smile if you ever saw one. He kept his arm around your shoulders all the way around the gallery, never getting more than a few inches away from your side, his steps always in sync with yours as you went. It was just the tiniest bit uncomfortable, but you let it go since you didn’t really understand what was going on.

Near the end of the improvised tour around, with just a few more works to show, Taehyung actually excuses himself claiming he had a work-related phone call to make. You found it just a bit weird since he never told you anything about that and warning bells ring around in your brain when he kisses your lips strongly before leaving the building, leaving you a bit dumbfounded next to your friend. He had never been one to display these kinds of affections before in public.

Embarrassed, you keep the goodbyes with Andre short and hurry out of the gallery room, searching for your boyfriend. He was already next to a cab, phone against ear until he sees you and hangs up soon before you come closer.

“Now, what was that about?” you demand to know as you stand next to him, eyebrows knitted together and lips tugging down in frustration.

“Got us a ride, baby. What do you say we go out for lunch? At that place you’ve been wanting to go?” he suggests, ignoring your question and confused stare.

“You have practice this afternoon, it would take too long. And don’t ignore me!”

“Oh, right… How about we just go home and order something delicious, hum? My treat!” he smiles, this time a more truthful smile that shows his gums and reaches his rounded eyes.

Before you can answer it, he guides you to the backseat of the taxi and kisses your cheek before going around and entering, giving the driver the address to his house. You sigh in defeat and go along with it, Tae stretching his arm again around your shoulders once again, pulling you both more to the middle of the back seat than to each other’s sides. And yet he keeps looking out the window, a bit of tension in his sharp jawline.

Once he opened the door to his modern house, in which you got dressed this morning and gathered quite a volume of your wardrobe in his closet rather than yours back at the apartment, you took off your heels while he slipped out of his shoes quickly and tapped on his phone, asking you about what you wanted to eat. In the time it took for you to put on your slippers, place your heels in the proper place and meet him in the kitchen, it was decided to order sushi from a delicious restaurant you had eaten at before.

“It says they’ll be here in less than thirty minutes. I’ll get the table ready” he offers, something you usually had to ask of him.

Placing a hand on his arm, you stop him from reaching for the cupboard where he kept the plates. Your hands travel down the soft fabric of his shirt over his arms and enclose his hands in yours, interlacing his long fingers with your chubby ones. You lean in and peer at his hesitant eyes with nothing but love and worry.

“Tae, what’s wrong? You were fine this morning but now you’re acting weird. What happened?”

The boy closes his eyes and exhales a deep breath, changing his stance and leaning with his waist against the lower cupboard, fingers wrapping sturdily with yours as if to give him courage. He presses his wide lips together so tightly they almost disappear, those broad and expressive eyebrows knitting together.

“You didn’t tell me it was a nude” he murmurs in a deep voice, a bit of frustration coming through the barely annunciated words.

“What?” You had a hard time understanding what he was saying.

“The painting! You never said you were going to pose for your friend naked!” he finally yells, anger and bitterness released from the mask of indifference he had been wearing.

It all seems so clear now, you actually wonder how you didn’t realize it sooner.

“Tae-Tae, it was just of my back! I was wearing pants under the sheet and my chest was covered the whole time” you assured, trying to put any doubt he may have had to rest. “And I told you about it the same day he asked me to model for him. Remember? How I said he would be very professional and if I felt too uncomfortable, I would just give up? You were the one who convinced me to go ahead and do it!”

“Well, I must have not heard the part where you said it was a nude painting!” he defended, huffing through his enlarges nostrils.

“It was not a nude! Again, I was wearing clothes, he just painted it to seem like I wasn’t it” you reinforce.

“Your back was bare for him to see for days while he was painting. I’m not sure I’m okay with another man seeing you like that” he pressed, eyes set on the ground.

“It only took him three days and what do you mean ‘seeing you like that’? You can’t possibly be jealous, right? Of Andre?” you question, baffled by his reactions.

“How couldn’t I? The bastard likes your painting so much he marks it as the second most expensive on his catalogue! The way he keeps smiling at you, and winking at you, in no time he will be asking for a full body nude and I am not okay with that!”

You can’t help it, you actually chuckle at that, the notion being so ridiculous in your mind that it only originated disbelieving giggles. Even the serious not-amused look Taehyung gives you doesn’t stop your smile, even if it does keep you from laughing further. You clear your throat, step closer to him and squeeze at his hands, still tangled in yours, until he looks back at you.

“You have nothing to be jealous about. Andre is very happily and very seriously engaged. And may I add, he is engaged to a very beautiful, exotic and thin lady, so I am quite sure I am not his style.” You enlighten, shrugging your shoulders. “Did you notice? I think he even got rid of one or two of my back rolls in that painting. So, can you really say that is a painting of me when he changed it a bit?”

You see those big coffee-colored eyes blink a few times, long eyelashes making them stand out so much, first in surprise and then in embarrassment, resorting to pulling you closer into a hug where he can hide his face in your shoulder.

“Nonsense. That was your back, I have it memorized by heart.” He whispers against your hair, arms wrapped around your middle and holding you close against his chest.

You smile and throw your arms across his back, hands resting at his shoulder blades, head leaning and resting against his.

“By heart, you say?”

“Hum” is all the response you get, feeling the man’s smile against the skin of your neck as he starts leaving a trace of pecks all around.

You close your eyes and crook your neck to the side for better access, a familiar heat filling you from head to toes with his affections. Taehyung has always been one to shower you with attention and love, that feeling of being genuinely appreciated never failing to amaze you. Your lips part and you let out a sigh, an odd flutter in your stomach making you search for his mouth with yours.

As you move your head to encounter his, lips meet and your head spins at the lovely feeling of his hands exploring your skin over your clothes, embers crackling silently bellow his touch. A thrill runs up your spine and something in your belly churns as his lips engage fervently with yours, soon his tongue darting out just enough to dance with yours, and you taste honeyed spice.

The body gives in to his touch and caresses without even asking for you permission, your tubby frame leaning into his slender one as your knees rattle. The hands that were so innocently brushing your back had turned greedy and naughty, Taehyung’s big hands descending down to your squishy hips and cupping your succulent ass, adoring the way he could barely hold on to all of the well-padded curves.

Kiss growing hungrier, he moves his head to the other side and deepens the kiss, mouth ravishing on yours sensuously, the vertigo feeling taking over your brain and you have to hold on to his sides in order to not fall. But he has you powerfully in his hands, darting now to your luscious thighs, digits sinking in to the dimples in the flesh and squeezing it before soothing it with smooth strokes.

Suddenly, Taehyung turns you both around so that you are the one leaning against the lower cupboard, hands grasping at the top to keep you steady at the abrupt change, while he presses his body close to yours and dips his head into your neck again, determined to taint the skin there.

“I have all of you memorized by heart, love. All this heavenly body of yours, made for me and only me to appreciate. Better than any poor attempt of portraying it” he assures.

Your breathing is more than erratic now, fervent blood rushing to your puffy cheeks, waves of arousal pouring down your spine. Those hands that have proved time and time again to be both your curse and your salvation are finding their way into your inner thighs and there is no denying how stirred you were. The itch that had formed between your legs was becoming more and more uncontrollable, the stain on your lace panties a clear indication of that.

The index finger pulls the fabric to the side while the middle finger dives between your swollen folds, immediately drenched in the gathering of your juices. Taehyung hisses at your ear and then grunts, teeth catching your earlobe before whispering in a low erotic voice.

“So wet for me, already, darling? You know I can’t control myself when you get like this.”

“A-and you k-know… I always get like this when it’s you, Tae” you counter back, shamefully aware of how little could get you going when it came to this man right here, with one hand under your dress, between your legs, and another crawling up your body.

“A match made in heaven” he sniggers, finding your lips again.

You whimper into his mouth when his hand cups your breast, thumb moving up and down the fabric just above where he knew was your hardening nipple, making your body shudder at the stings of pleasure shooting to your core. The digits placed at your womanhood start moving too, middle and ring finger sliding back and forth on the silky center, mercilessly teasing your throbbing hole and rapidly finding your puckered pearl.

Impatient, Taehyung pulls the neckline of your dress down your tits, immediately doing the same to the cups of your bra, exposing your breasts to him. His head dives in, mouth wrapping around one nipple and suckling on it until he hears you scream out, his free hand tweaking and twisting the other one before he switched places. In the meantime, his digits frustratingly start slipping in and out of your hole, just in little thrusts that don’t dive all the way in, while his thumb draws circles around your clit slowly driving you insane.

“Taaeee….! Please!” you plead in a whimper, moisture starting to slide down your legs and an excruciating tightness in your abdominal area demanding satisfaction.

Your hands are fisting at the fabric of his shirt on top of his biceps and you have half a mind to worry about ripping it, knowing the shirt was expensive as all hell. But at this rhythm you would pop off every single button of his shirt, rip his pants out and ride him until the next century in order to find your release.

Sensing your urgency, Taehyung smiles with one nipple still in his mouth and finally, finally entered his two long fingers inside your tight hole, sliding them in to the knuckles and providing the most heavenly stretch as he scissors them inside, your walls clinging to him like a vice. Your face scrunches up in pure delectation, the subsiding movement that follows dragging moans from the depth of your soul as you claw this man’s arms and threw you head back with eyes closed.

He twists his wrist and in a nice pace starts plunging his fingers in and out, the pad of his digits rubbing deliciously against your walls and curling just at the right place inside, effortlessly reaching for that spot inside that strikes your whole body with an overpowering current of pleasure. You were already so close to the edge, so eager to jump, and when his thumb starts jiggling your fleshy button in little circles, at the same time he speeds up his fingers, rather than jumping you are pushed into your edge and explode into a blinding infinity, crying out Taehyung’s name and body convulsing, your pliant inner muscles fluttering in hyper-sensitivity around his still moving fingers.

Toes curled and body contorted, your slowly breathe with relief at the waves of pleasure slowly undulating through your body, your body slowly but surely coming down its high and your eyes capable of opening and not just seeing dots of white and gold. Instead you see this magnificent man standing proudly in front of you, hand removed from your core and cleaning his dripping fingers with his mouth, the other hand rearranging your clothes back in place, pulling the cups of your bra back up as well as the neckline of your dress.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to get that” he says, and you are still a little bit too numb to really understand.

“What?” you say, confusion mixing with your post-orgasmic serenity.

As if answering your question, you realize the doorbell is ringing, meaning someone is at the door. Taehyung shrugs and locks down at himself. Following his eyes, you realize that on the front of his tight black pants, there is a clear outline of his very erect cock, almost bursting out of the fabric.

“Can’t answer the door like this. Here, have my card and pay for the meal.” He takes his wallet from his back pocket and hands you his card. You nod and make way for the door, but he grabs you by the elbow just enough to whisper lowly in your ear, creating goosebumps at the back of your neck. “And hurry, we don’t have much time before I have to leave for practice.”

And you know he wasn’t referring to the amount of time he had left to lunch with you. Paying the delivery man, you find yourself thinking how convenient it was you ordered sushi, for any other dish would have grown cold by the time you two were done.