#beam smut

[marble-anime]

Humans Are Friends Not Food

Pairing: Beam x Reader

Summary: True to form, when the shark fiend get wind of your reciprocated attraction to him, he’s quick to claim you as his.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI, Unedited

Warnings: feral!beam, smut, masturbation, dubcon, somnophilia, oral(male receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, getting walked in on, voyeurism, fucking in a public shower stall

Word Count: 3.2k

Beam honestly hadn’t meant to take it this far. And wasn’t entirely his fault either. When he started spying on you from inside your bedroom walls, he really did have pure intentions. He just wanted to see what kind of things you were interested in, what you did outside of devil hunting. He wasn’t human after all, how was he supposed to know that most humans would’ve found his stalking creepy?

And to be fair that was as far as it went for a while, with Beam secretly admiring his lovely coworker as you did mundane things like listen to music, watch a movie, read a book, ect. However, the innocent reasons for Beam’s visits twisted into darker desires when you came home from a long day at work, intending to use your alone time to destress.

He watched you begin your usual routine, shedding yourself of your work clothes and throwing them in the hamper. But instead of changing into something more comfortable, you grabbed something from your nightstand and laid down on your bed. Beam analyzed the device in your hand, it looked like a large wand with a ball at the top. He was startled by the sound of moaning coming from your phone’s speaker.

He swam towards your head so he could see what you were watching. His face heated up at the contents of the video, there were holes cut in walls with cocks poking through and naked women who sucked and fucked them. Suddenly the device in your hand started vibrating and you directed in between your legs, your face twisting into an expression of pleasure as you let out sinful noises of your own.

Beam felt his cock harden. If he were human he might’ve gotten embarrassed and fled before you could catch him peeping in on you like some kind of pervert. But in his fiend-mind, it felt as if you were putting on a show just for him. He could do the kind of stuff you were getting off to. He wondered how you’d react if he phased his erection through the wall. As hard as it was, he held back, not wanting to scare you off just yet. He stayed inside the wall and enjoyed the show, rubbing the tent in his shorts every once in a while to try to relieve his aching cock that longed to be inside you.

You’d lost track of time during your self-care session and before you knew it the sun had gone down and it was time for a good night’s rest. Much to Beam’s dismay, your playtime ended with one last powerful orgasm before your wobbly legs carried you to the bathroom so you could clean up the wet mess between your shaky thighs. When you made it back to your bedroom you flicked off the lights and once your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

Beam watched your form rise and fall as your breathing evened out. He contemplated what he wanted to do next, he knew he shouldn’t, he should leave you be and let you rest peacefully. But you were laying on your side, facing him, your face inches away from the wall he was hiding out in. It was too tempting. He didn’t want to do anything bad, he reasoned with himself, he just wanted to see what it would look like next to you.

He phased his hard cock through the wall, hovering right above your face. Although he told himself that he wouldn’t do anything else beyond this, the sight of his sex so dangerously close to your cheek only spurred him on. So he gave himself the excuse, just once, just a taste and he’ll leave you alone forever. He hesitantly brushed the tip of his cock along your soft lips, coating it with your sticky chapstick. He should’ve known this wouldn’t satiate his appetite for you but only increase his hunger tenfold.

Careful not to wake you, he forced your jaw open, your teeth grazing his shaft, as he slowly stuffed your mouth full of his cock. It took every ounce of strength in him to refrain from fucking your face. And if he was being honest, the only reason he stayed inside the wall and didn’t claim every inch of you was because he didn’t want this pleasure to end here. Oh, no no.

This would become a regular occurrence for the shark fiend. After work you’d head home and do whatever you felt like in the comfort of your own house, unaware of the predator running his tongue along his sharp teeth as he stalked you. He was so close yet just out of your view. He’d wait until he was sure you were fast asleep, then he’d indulge in the euphoria your hot mouth provided. Leaving you to wake up the next morning with a salty taste in your mouth.

He nearly jumped out of his own skin when all of a sudden you started sucking. After months of taking advantage of you in your sleep, he’d finally been caught. At first, you thought it was just a realistic wet dream when you woke up with a cock in your mouth. Then when you realized that you were very much awake, the panic set in. It was only for a moment though, there was only one fiend that you knew of that could phase through walls. And it just so happened to be the one you had been pinning after for a while now.

You knew relationships between coworkers were wrong, relations between humans and devils even more so, but you just couldn’t help it. There was something about his sweet, eccentric, personality that left you wanting more. This was a blessing in disguise, a way for you to indulge in your fantasies without technically doing anything wrong. If you just kept your eyes closed while you bobbed your head up and down his big cock, you could pretend you were still asleep and helpless. That way you wouldn’t be the one to blame for any misconduct.

This time Beam was the one who was clueless. He truly believed you hadn’t woken up. He was overflowing with happiness. In his mind, if you craved him enough in your dreams to please him in real life then you were his. You belonged to him. When he came down you throat with a low growl, he once again fought against his desires to fuck you into next week and left so you could have the the rest of the night in peace. Unbeknownst to you, you faking being asleep is what temporarily saved you from the beast you had just awoken who was soon to devour you.

After completing your mission of taking down a devil that had been terrorizing a nearby town, you opted for showering at the Public Safety Bureau instead of your home since your work clothes were drenched in blood. You dropped your gym bag at the entrance of the shower room alongside the bags of the other women in the same predicament as you. The steam that clouded the room had you itching to get your dirty clothes off.

You closed the curtain behind you as you entered one of the empty stalls, hung your towel on the door, placed your shower products on the floor, and finally peeled off your uniform which clung to your skin due to the mixture of blood and sweat coating you body. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as the warm water made contact with your skin, rinsing off all the gunk. Red water flowed down the drain as you lathered yourself in body wash.

Turning your back to the showerhead, you rinsed the shampoo out of your hair, running your fingers through each strand and undoing the knots when all of a sudden you felt something poke your ass. You had to hold back a yelp as you spun around to see a hard cock sticking out of the wall. You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears, pressing your thighs together as the heat between your legs became wet with slick. Despite the visits he paid you in your sleep, you never would’ve thought that he was bold enough to pull a stunt like this at work. But what did you really expect? He was a fiend after all.

Becoming even more aware of your surroundings, you turned your back to the wall once again. Your eyes fixated on the entrance to the stall as your mind conjured up the image of one of the girls pulling back the curtain and catching you in the act. But even with your paranoid mind, you still reached behind you, grasping Beam’s cock in your hand and slowly stroking, the water raining down on you acting as a lubricant. Shivers ran down your spine, the risk of exposure both terrifying and exciting you at the same time.

While you focused on the sound of footsteps leaving the room, you continued to jerk his cock until the water pouring from the showerhead in your stall was all that could be heard. You waited for a few minutes to make sure that all the other girls were done with their showers and when you were sure that you were alone, your worry was consumed by your desire.

You faced the wall, your lust swirling through your lidded eyes as you stared at the tile as if you could see the fiend behind it. He’d been the subject of your fantasies for a while now and after finding out what he did while you slept, this had been a long time coming. You pumped his cock a few times before tightening your grip and yanking him through the wall. As Beam’s body roughly made contact with yours, you threw an arm around his shoulders and pulled him into a heated kiss.

“We have to be quick, okay?” You whispered against his lips.

Receiving no response, you assume he was just too into the moment to reply and and turned around, bracing your hands against the sides of the stall. “Oh!” You let out a small yelp when you felt Beam roughly grab your hips, his nails digging into your flesh as he pulled you closer. His cock forced its way into your tight pussy without giving you anytime to adjust. “Oh.”

He wasted no time before he started pounding away at you. You winced at the pain but you had told him to make it quick, maybe you should've specified that he needed to be gentle upon entering. It was too late for that now but soon the pleasure began to drown out the pain, his long cock massaging your gummy walls, hitting all the sweet spots your fingers couldn’t.

You bit your lip, trying to conceal the noises that threatened their way up your throat with each sloppy thrust of Beam’s hips. Honestly, it was pointless to hide your moans, the sound of wet skin slapping against skin which was loud enough to be heard even through the drumming of water raining down on the both of you would’ve given anyone who walked in a good idea of what was happening.

With all the pent up sexual tension you two had, it was long before you were approaching your orgasm. You pussy fluttered, clenching around his cock, moans slipping from your lips as the tight knot in your gut snapped. You didn’t think much of it when Beam continued to thrust into you, after all, he hadn’t reached his peak yet.

All you could was reach behind you to rub his chest, a silent coax for him to follow you into bliss. Just as you were starting to grow worried that someone might walk in and catch you two, your thoughts were drowned out by a second wave of euphoria. Much to your relief, this time as you came around his cock, you felt him release inside you.

However, Beam’s hips still frantically met your ass, his cock hadn’t softened even after he spilled himself inside you. A twinge of fear struck you as your hand pushed against his chest. “Beam.” You tried to walk away but his tight hold on your hips made it impossible for you to escape. “Beam, that’s enough-” You tripped over your own feet, falling through the shower curtain.

Even as you tumbled to the ground, Beam’s thrusts didn’t so much as falter. In fact, the position you were now in seemed to satisfy some primal urges within the fiend. You heard him grunt and pant above you like he was a wild animal. Your knees scraped against the floor as the fiend rutted into you.

“What are you doing?” You asked between sharp breaths.

When Beam’s unwavering onslaught brought you to a third orgasm, you gave up trying to fight him. As you went limp in his arms, your face pressed against the cold floor, you wondered if this was ever gonna end. You didn’t know how long it was before footsteps echoed through the room. Your body was so overwhelmed by the pleasure and pain that all you did was listen as gasp was heard followed by the footsteps running back the way they came.

Of course, your little interruption hadn’t fazed Beam in the slightest. Your saving grace came minutes later when multiple footsteps barged into the room. “Beam?” The fiend tensed at the stern voice of Miss Makima which had never failed to terrify him. But instead of letting you go, he shuffled back into the stall, pulling you with him. Heavy work boots came into your view as two men grabbed the shark fiend by his arms and hoisted him off of you. He didn’t go easy though, he kicked and struggled against the men as they dragged him out of the room, shouting about how you were his.

The redhead kneeled in front of you. As the sound of Beam’s yelling faded, her soothing voice flooded your ears, “You poor thing. How about we get you cleaned up?”

Of course, your manipulative boss had found a way to exploit the situation. She sounded so genuinely sorry for you at the time but a week later, she was asking you to do it again. Her explanation was that it was some sort of experiment, to see why a fiend had attached itself to you. According to her, it was rare for a fiend to care about another being, especially a human.

You knew it was a lie, you’d worked with enough fiends to know that they were capable of feeling the same kinds of emotions as humans. You didn’t know why she wanted you to do this but here you were, in a dark room with nothing but a bed, a clock, and a two way mirror. All because you said yes. Both you and Makima knew that she wasn’t exactly asking, you’d do it whether you liked it or not. But nonetheless, you had accepted her request because deep down you were craving it.

You couldn’t deny that it felt amazing that day and no matter how much you tried, your toys simply couldn’t replicate the feeling of Beam bullying his cock into your weeping cunt. You were itching for another taste so when the opportunity presented itself you hopped on it right away. Besides, she promised that it would only last an hour and then they’d stop him. You could handle an hour.

When the clock finally hit 12:00PM, the door to the room opened and Beam was shoved in. He immediately rushed over to you and engulfed you in a tight hug, inhaling your scent. This past week was hell, he was so worried they’d keep you away from him forever. You returned the gesture, gently rubbing his back in a soothing manner.

When he pulled away, he surprised you by shoving his swim trunks down his legs and kicking them to the side. Your eyes trained on his already hard cock, it seemed that Makima had already explained to him what was going to happen. Since Beam was clearly eager to get down to business, no words were exchanged between you two as you began removing your clothing. His erection twitched each time an article of clothing fell from your body.

You climbed onto the bed with Beam following close behind. This time you were far more comfortable as the fiend relentlessly fucked you. The bed was softer than the tile floor, you were free to let out as many pleasurable noises as you pleased, and if you ignored the two way mirror there was no risk of being caught.

Half a dozen orgasms in and you were close to your breaking point but it was 12:55, there was only five more minutes to go. You kept your eyes glued to the clock as the minute hand ticked by for what felt like forever before it hit 1:00. Your heart sank when another minute went by. No. On, no, no. You tried to give them the benefit of the doubt but when four more minutes went by you realized that no one was coming to help you. This was a mistake, you thought, she lied, of course she did, she knew you wouldn’t have been able to handle this.

You stared at the clock, feeling like you were losing your mind with each passing second, your body turning to mush from the fiend’s touch. You tried not to panic, How long could the fiend really keep this up for? He had to get exhausted or even bored at some point. You watched as the clock struck 2:00.

Then 3:00.

Then 4:00.

Then 5:00.

Your eyes remained on the clock even when you weren’t able to comprehend what the numbers meant anymore. The clock had become a black and white blob, the image was blurred even further by your tears.

You were too out of it to realize when it had finally ended. When the hour hand made it back to 12:00, the door to the room opened. This time Beam left without a fight. He knew he’d be able to do this again, thanks to the deal Makima had presented him which you were still blissfully unaware of.

Makima was greeted with the sight of your numb body convulsing when she entered the room. She brushed your hair out of your face, drool was leaking from the corner of your mouth as a blubbering mess of gibberish slipped from your quivering lips. She had to hide a smile at the pitiful sight. “You know, your troublesome shark friend is a lot more cooperative when you’re offered up as a reward.”

With a snap of her fingers, a fresh set of clothes was brought into the room. You’d be cleaned up and safely tucked away in the comfort of your own bed by the time you came to. Running a finger along the side of your cheek, Makima suggested, “Perhaps I’ll allow him to have you for a full twenty four hours next time.”

#beam x reader #chainsaw man x reader #beam smut #chainsaw man smut

[denjirv]

Denji and Beam threesome? Haha??

Both guys with their pointy teeth biting and nibbling on ur titties… lol… aha wouldn’t that be silly… if they just… 👀 ahha?

-capybara Anon who…

THAT'S SO TRUE

both are eager and both wanna please you in bed, that sounds great but in reality it's much more harder than that,,, both try their best to satisfy you but they're too fast and rough you can't help but cum so many times

They're just as needy as they are eager to please you and oh boy don't forget the cum loads you get outta them-

#chainsaw man #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x you #chainsaw man x y/n #denji x reader #denji smut #beam x reader #beam smut #csm smut

[viviaj]

a man who just wants you and needs you and would do anything for you (gone sexual)

// this is a self-insert.. it can be abt anyone u want ;3 !! but if u need some help: atsumu, kaeya, zoro, wriothesely, shoyo.. literally anyone that’s funny but also ;) KUROO

he’s been making you laugh all night. lighthearted conversation not slowing down, and countless attempts at getting you to roll your eyes at him. he looks good, too, like, casual good. black sweats and freshly washed hair.

he’s sitting on your bed, feet flat on the floor looking up at you as you go about your business. he’s a strange guy, he says something unfunny, yet its hard to not laugh. its cringey and genuinely stupid, yet comforting all the same.

you’ve been parading some new clothes on for yourself, styling pieces for him to nod and approve at. the way you move around is everything to him. he could just watch you, permanently. he wouldn’t need his phone, or a book or a computer. just you.

and that has him hard in his pants. just watching you do your thing, your glow from previously being out, with friends and at the shops— it didn’t matter.

“hey,”

“yeah?” you cheerily turn toward him, eager to keep conversation alive.

“come here,” his smile has you complicit, walking over to him, “wanna sit?”

you look down.

eyes fluttering between how hard he is and his eyes— at how fast this all changed. he’s so pretty and you just want to nod and nod and nod to him, that you’d do anything with him.

“yes, i do. yeah, okay. i don’t wanna hurt you, though, so—”

“here,” he interrupts you, guiding your hips down, “yeah, just like that,” the genuine smile on his face gives you courage.

neither of you dare to move once you’re fully sat, no one shifting or grinding, just resting on each other.

“do you feel what you do to me?” he almost laughs in exasperation. everything he says is so genuine, “i’m hard just thinking about you.” the honesty hurts.

the man underneath you is everything. he’s so sincere now that he’s not trying to make you laugh, not trying to make you roll your eyes at the stupid things he says. he doesn’t have to work for your attention.

“can i move?” you whisper, his cock so painfully there. your eyes don’t move from his.

“yeah, just— shit,” he hisses, “fuck. slowly. just rock back and forth a little.”

and it’s so easy. it’s so easy and he’s looking right at you and he’s telling you how good it feels, and god, don’t you know how long he’s wanted this for?

“is this okay? i mean, does it feel good? am i doing—”

“perfect,” he reaches a hand up to the back of your head, “it’s perfect.” his large hand pulls your head down to his, face to face with what you’re doing, who you’re doing.

he looks down at your lips, breaking the unbreakable eye contact you’d had so far, and presses his lips against yours. your hips stutter here and there, unused to the motion, but desperate to keep it there.

“let me take care of you.”

you nod.

his hands are polite on your hips, firm in how he handles you. he slides himself to the head of the bed, patting right between his open legs.

“saved you a spot,” he grins. and you remember this is the same man from an hour ago. you roll your eyes, yet sit right there, your back pressed to his chest, “this okay?” he says with his hands so close to your waistband. you nod again.

“you’re very compliant with me.” he says, and there’s nothing— no words, that could justify that. because he’s right, “i almost expected you to laugh at me more.” his slender fingers dip beneath your clothes, and he’s kind of an asshole, but he’s touching you so nicely.

“oh,” you grab onto his wrist, “feels good,” he nods against your skin.

his other hand just wants to feel you. the outside of your neck, the crease in your elbow. the curve of your ear, the shape of your breasts.

it’s obsessive.

your head drops onto his shoulder, your eyes turning to meet his and you realise he’s been looking at you this whole time. you avert your eyes, a slight red brushing your cheeks.

he’s still looking at you with a slight smile on his face. “you shy?”

“a little,” you reply for integrity’s sake.

he absolutely beams.

all the while you can feel him right against your back. he’s right there. just playing with you, hooked on every whimper and moan and twitch he can get from you.

“i’ve been waiting so long for you, you have no idea.” his sincerity is overwhelming and so are his fingers.

you nod. because that’s all you can do. “another, another. please.” you pant towards him.

“another what? tell me what you want.” he’s smiling, you can feel it.

“finger. please. can i, please?” oh, he melts. your voice softening for him and your body tense against his cock, he feels like he’s going to cum in his pants. he might.

“of course. whatever you want.” his free hand glides against your jaw, fingers grazing the side of your neck. he needs to kiss it, and bite it and leave something there. maybe as proof that this is real, that he has you how he wants you. feeling good.

so he does, he laps at your neck slowly. his fingers don’t stop fingering you, but he raises his thumb to rub at you. and that has you really going. twitching back into him, jumpy moans and sweet noises coming from you, uncontrollably it seems. your hand goes to cover your mouth.

“don’t ruin a good thing, baby. move your hand. let me hear you.”

“it’s embarrassing,” you stutter out.

he grins again, teeth grazing your neck. “i know. it’s okay.”

and it’s when you cum, with hips bucking and hand gripped onto his wrist, that he doesn’t stop.

tears well up in your eyes, “i came. i came, i came,” you chant, maybe he didn’t notice, maybe he didn’t realise.

“i know.” there’s no emotion in his voice, he’s so concentrated, so invested in what he can get out of you. what sounds, what actions, the way you move. it’s like he’s on a timer, he only has so much of it with you and he needs to milk it to its fullest.

“it’s sensitive, please. it’s too much,” tears well up in your eyes.

“you gonna cry?”

you nod against him.

“i’m sorry,” he presses his lips to where he’s bitten your neck, “brave girl. tough it out.”

what he says leaves you with no choice. something clicks in your head and you nod over and over again.

you whine and cry, blubbering words and sentences that don’t make sense. sensing that you’re going to cum again, you push against his fingers.

“don’t. stay still.”

“i can’t,” you whine, “i can’t again.”

“you can.” he smiles. he smiles and smiles and all you can do is twitch and cry out.

and when you cum for him again, pleasure overwhelming every part of you, he flips you onto your back, strong hands gently laying you back.

“my turn,” his grin melts as he presses the head of his cock into you. he preens at the feeling of you hugging him, “oh fuck. feels perfect. you’re perfect.”

your eyes scrunch closed, blubbering like someone who’s forgotten speech.

he’s sliding in and out of you, wanting to feel every single centimetre of himself in you. it’s heaven and he can’t believe that this will have to end.

your head starts to hit the soft headboard, tears still pilled up from the overstimulation on your body.

and then it just stops. he pulls out of you.

“back to you baby,” his hands slide against you once more, and you know it’s going to end with you sobbing against him.

a fun night.

#you guys would crucify me if i told you who inspired this #NO TRIGGER WARNINGS WOW!!!! #the most kindest thing i’ve ever written. i think i jusy want to feel loved #sorry i’ll go back to hardcore stuff later i just need to get this out of my system #service dom #yum #genshin men #genshin smut #praise #praise k!nk #you would make me delete my page if i told you who this was based on #I DONT KNOW HOW TO TAG #haikyuu men #haikyuu smut #kaeya smut #atsumu smut #tw overstim #overstim kink #OVERSTIM #HE BEAMS BC U R HAPPY he is the man of all time

[itsbeeble]

Gorgeous

SUMMARY: Minghao was the black sheep, though you'd never understood why. Maybe it's time you figure it out.

GENRE: smut, fluff, angst (MAJOR ANGST)

PAIRING: Xu Minghao x afab!reader

WC: 5.5k

SERIES MASTERLIST

PERM TAGLIST: @juyeonszn @winterchimez

SERIES TAGLIST: @captain-brie @nobraincellmode

18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

WARNINGS: this is actually really dark, infidelity, rich people core, p in v sex, exhibitionism (yn gets fingered in the back of her car while on the phone), minghao is possessive, stalker themes, criminal, mentions of blood, reader gets injured, a lot goes on actually i've never written something like this el oh el

A/N: this was NOT supposed to end up like it did, but I decided on a whim to do this. Thank you to @sungbeam and @mosviqu for beta reading this (even if some of it was very last minute). I hope everyone enjoys this as much as I did teehee

“Who is that?” You tilt your head, eyes trained in the direction of someone you’d never seen before at these functions. Your friend, Jang Gyuri, follows your eyes and kisses her teeth. 

“Xu Minghao,” she brings her lips close to your ear so only you can hear her. No need for prying eyes and ears to hear what she has to say and spread unwanted rumors. “I’d stay away from him if I were you.”

“Why?” 

Many people would have described you as innocent. You came from “new money” as they would call it. Your father practically struck gold when he decided in his early thirties to start a business. The company grew quickly, the products being released becoming popular all over South Korea and, eventually, internationally. You knew that you should pay more attention to his work, as you’d likely inherit it one day, but you can’t find it in you to care. With this recent rise to power, you’d been taking advantage of your seemingly neverending access to parties of all kinds. Galas, clubs, birthday parties for the spoiled brats that had been born into this life. You were a free spirit, never one to avoid cameras, and that made you dangerous in the eyes of many in this country. Gyuri told you that, though old money was never afraid of new money, new money had the power of intimidation.

She’d told you many names as examples: Wen Junhui, Choi Yeonjun, Lee Chan, Han Jisung, Bae Joohyun, Kang Seulgi, Chwe Hansol. Though their families weren’t necessarily liked, they held status among the wealthy children for varying reasons— proving their worth being the main reason, intimidation being another. 

Xu Minghao, however, was never a name you had heard in these recent months. Maybe there was a reason for that, you note when your eyes meet his lidded ones and he flashes you a lazy smirk. Your cheeks heat up, and you turn your gaze back to Gyuri. She’s giving you a dirty look, her painted red lips pursed and her eyebrows knit together. 

“He’s bad news, Y/N,” she warns. “Seungcheol will tell you about it, and he’d want you to be careful around him.”

“Seungcheol,” your voice is laced with venom, “is in the bathroom with Seo Yookyung. I don’t think he cares what I do, so long as I don’t ruin his reputation.”

“That’s not exactly what I would call a healthy relationship.” 

Both you and Gyuri flinch, startled by the interruption, and turn to scold whoever jumped into a private conversation. 

You fall short, however, your mouth partially hanging open with shock and, honestly, awe. 

From afar, you could tell that he was attractive but now that he’s up close? You feel like you could sink and drown in him. Long dark hair, thin and pointed face, scrutinizing eyes. He was intimidating to most, this you could tell. But to you?

He was the most gorgeous person you had ever had the pleasure of laying your eyes on. 

“Xu Minghao,” Gyuri’s tone is cold and she shuffles to stand just slightly in front of you, something both you and Minghao notice. 

“Jang Gyuri,” Minghao mocks, sticking one of his hands into a pocket in his slacks.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you know by now that you aren’t welcome?” Her words are sharp, and it almost scares you. Gyuri, despite her reputation for being cruel, had always been kind to you. She’d been a sort of mentor to you, teaching you the rights and wrongs in terms of “rich behavior”. She taught you the right people to associate with, and the wrong people to associate with. However, she had never once raised her voice or made you feel unwelcome. Quite unlike how she talks to Minghao. 

“I go wherever I please, Jang Gyuri.” Minghao sighs, a puff of air that makes a few loose strands of hair flutter out of his face. Then his eyes return to you, scanning your body but not in a seductive manner. No, he’s curious. You can see it in his eyes, behind the cold front he puts up. “And…who might you be?” 

“None of your business—”

“L/N Y/N—”

You and Gyuri speak at the same time, and you shut your mouth quickly when she shoots you another nasty look. Minghao, however, is amused. One side of his mouth quirks up in a mild show of this, the corners of his lips picking up. 

“So, which is it?” He inquires. “None of your business or Y/N L/N? I’m not a betting man, but I’d wager that it’s the latter.” 

You poorly stifle a laugh, covering it with a cough. 

“What do you want?” Gyuri hisses out, tapping a heel on the marble floor impatiently. Minghao presses his lips together, loosely shrugging his shoulders. 

“Just wanted to see if I could buy your lovely friend here a drink.”

“She’s taken.”

“She,” you finally interrupt Gyuri and place a hand on her collarbone to gently push her back. “Can speak for herself. And she will need a few more drinks to make it through the night.”

Gyuri sputters out an argument, trying to get you to stop, but Minghao grins down at you and offers his arm. You gladly take it, giving Gyuri one more warning look before you’re tugged away through the crowd. 

“You’re new money.” Minghao leans against the counter next to you while you sit on one of the few open stools left. There’s a martini in front of you, one that’s barely been touched since you received it a few minutes ago. 

“Is it that obvious?” You tilt your head and Minghao smiles, his head dipping down a bit. 

“Not entirely,” he looks back up and shifts his weight. “Only if you know what to look for.” 

“And what, exactly,” you lean toward him, resting your chin on the back of your hand, “are you looking for?”

His tongue runs over his lip, eyebrows furrowing in thought. 

“You’re interesting, Y/N L/N.” Evading the question. 

“Oh?” You finally bring your martini glass to your lips, taking a small sip of the alcoholic beverage. “Why is that, Xu Minghao?” 

“You don’t…you don’t know who I am, do you?” Your lips quirk into a small smile.

“No, I don’t. Is it something important?” 

For the first time since you’d begun talking to him, he falls quiet in a way that shows discomfort. Your smile drops, and you lean back on your stool. 

“Minghao,” you start. “Is there something I should know?” 

You see a muscle in his jaw feather, see his eyes dance around you to see who was around. One of your hands falls to your lap, playing with the expensive fabric of your dress. Now he’s avoiding your questions. 

“I’m…” he huffs out a breath, tilting his head back and scoffing out a laugh. “I can’t believe I’m saying this to someone I just met, but…there’s something about you that I just can’t place.”

“I’ve been told that by many people.” Minghao shifts closer to you, his arm resting on the back of your chair. 

“What else have they told you?”

“That I can be a bit…straightforward.” His other hand is on the counter, and your fingers dance just a bit closer to his, the tips brushing together slightly. “That when I get nervous, I either talk too much or not at all.”

“And…?” He leans his head down a bit. 

“That you’re bad,” your voice lowers, your lips curling into a smirk. “That I should stay away from you.”

“And I take it you don’t listen to these people, do you?” Minghao asks, his voice dropping an octave. There’s tension around you, something so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Not at all.”

“What would they do if I asked you to leave with me?” His fingers finally lace with yours and you hum, pretending to think.

“Seungcheol might not like that very much.”

Minghao scoffs. “You know damn well that he left a long time ago.” 

“But still…” you sigh and shake your head. “Someone has to be loyal.” 

A nod from the man in front of you, and a sly smile. 

“I understand, and I won’t make you do anything.” He squeezes your hand once, and you feel him slide a piece of paper into your palm. He waits for your fingers to close around the paper before he pulls his hand away. “You’ll know where to find me when you change your mind and drop him. And, when you do, I’ll be waiting.”

When he leaves the building, you feel like you can finally breathe. Your shoulders relax, your heart beating rapidly in your chest. You’re in the middle of trying to get your body under control when Gyuri stomps back over to you. 

“What the hell were you thinking, talking to a man like him?” Her nails dig into your upper arm, scraping into your skin and causing you to suck in a sharp breath. “Are you stupid?”

“I don’t see what your problem is,” you sigh and finish off your martini before sliding off your barstool. Your feet are aching at this point, and you’re just itching to get out of this dress. “He isn’t as bad as you think he is.”

“Xu Minghao isn’t the man he’s seemed to convince you he is.” Gyuri warns you. “He’s a liar, just like his father is. He’ll hurt you, Y/N, and don’t come crying to me when he does. I’ll just tell you that I warned you and tried to stop you. I won’t help you if you get yourself tangled up with him.”

“It’s a good thing I won’t need your help then, isn’t it?” You retort, tearing your arm out of her grip and straightening your posture. “I know exactly what I’m doing, Gyuri, and I won’t let you or Seungcheol stop me anymore.”

“Gyuri tells me you’ve been talking to Xu Minghao.” Seungcheol looks at you in the mirror as he tightens the tie around his throat. You’re in the middle of sliding on another pair of uncomfortable shoes that will have your toes bleeding by the end of the night, and raise your gaze to look at him.

“I have. Only once, though.” Your eyes return to the ground to grab the second heel. For two weeks you had been talking to this…mystery man. You’d learned more about him every day, of his father’s scandals that would have left his family bankrupt had Minghao not come out and saved the company. You found it admirable but most chose to despise him, refusing partnerships and refusing to admit the good he’s done for his company and family as someone so young. 

And, of course, you had only done this with a little bit of research and a quick phone call to the number he slipped into your hand. You’re sure Seungcheol knows this, knows that you’re too curious for your own good. This is something the two of you had argued about far too many times to count, and he’s since given up on trying to stop you.

“I’m sure that you’re aware of everything, then?”

“Aware of Minghao’s father or of your infidelity?” You rise to your feet, and Seungcheol freezes for just a moment before carrying on.

“Ah.”

“If you’re going to whore yourself out,” Your hand brushes against your boyfriend’s shoulder and you spin him around so you can tie the fabric around his neck. “At least do it where no one will see you.” Your lips are drawn into a tight smile and you rest your hand on his chest. “At least do it where no one will see you, my love.”

“I take it…” Seungcheol watches you walk away and listens to the clicking of your heels on the ground. “...that the engagement is off, then?”

“Correct.” 

“What will you do?” You turn to look at the man you once tolerated, now finding him disgusting. 

“I think that I’ll be just fine. I have an apartment, I have a family that loves me, and a thriving company that I need to learn to lead. You, however, should worry about your status once news of your actions hits the papers come Monday.” 

Seungcheol nods slowly, his tongue digging into his cheek. 

“I have a ride to the gala,” you make your way for the bedroom door, lips drawn into a thin line. “I will have someone collect my things tomorrow morning, so make sure everything is exactly as it is now because they will have a list and I will come for everything you have if your toy for the night has the gall to take my belongings again.”

Seungcheol looks at you for a long moment, watching you leave the room before choosing to follow you. 

“And what of the deal your father made with my company?”

“Find someone else,” you shrug. “My father just wanted to make connections and you happened to give him the perfect opportunity to benefit both companies.”

“I could tell people, you know.” Seungcheol places his hand on the front door, stopping you from leaving. You turn to face him, your eyes narrowed. He doesn’t appear angry, yet he isn’t looking too pleased either. “That you had an affair. They would believe me. They would never believe someone like you.”

An easy smile passes over your lips, and you place a hand on his chest. “I don’t need them to believe me. Gyuri, on the other hand…” you kiss your teeth. “She can be quite the devil, no?”

“Gyuri trusts him?” Seungcheol asks and you can practically taste the disbelief. 

“No, she doesn’t,” your lips draw into a thin line. “She does, however, trust me.”

A silent type of anger radiates off Seungcheol as you turn away from him again. This time, when the door shuts, he doesn’t follow you. You’re glad he doesn’t. It makes it much easier to steady your breathing and the shaking in your hands.

You arrive at the party alone this time. There is no Gyuri and no Seungcheol to protect you from the cameras, from the invasive questions, and the microphones shoved into your face. It startles you and before you can get one foot out of the door, your body freezes up. One of the guards your father hired yells something, and then there’s someone sliding into your car and pushing you back. 

“Take a breath,” a soft, silky voice pushes through the yells outside the car. A hand cradles the back of your head, tangling in your long strands of hair, pulling you closer and tucking you into the crook of his neck. “Just breathe, love.” 

Maybe it's the adrenaline, maybe it’s the freedom you now know you have, but suddenly you’re laughing and pulling away from Minghao. He looks just as stunning as the last time you saw him. Dark hair, narrowed eyes, lips drawn into a thin line. He’s wearing a suit similar to last time— all black, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone. 

“Are you alright?” His hand comes to your cheek, letting you nestle into his gentle hold. “Talk to me, love. Are you alright?” 

But you just keep laughing, and then you’re clutching at his collar and yanking him toward you for a furious kiss. He freezes against you, one hand on your cheek and the other on your waist. It takes him a moment to reciprocate, to get over the initial shock and sink into you. His lips move softly against yours, forcing you to calm down and actually breathe like he’d requested. 

After a few moments, you pull away and lean your forehead against his. 

“So that’s what this is about?” Minghao murmurs. “You just wanted my attention, is that it?” 

“Not necessarily,” you pull away from him, but he doesn’t let you go very far. His hand is just around the curve of your waist, holding you near to him. “I have other reasons.”

“And what would they be?” His lips press against the corner of your mouth, and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach like a teenager in love.

“I like you, Xu Minghao.” God, you sound like one as well. “Very much.”

“I like you too, Y/N L/N.” Another kiss, this time tilting your head to reach the corner of your jaw. The car starts moving again, and Minghao calls out an address. His address, you assume. 

“You’re gorgeous, Minghao,” He laughs against your skin, trailing his lips down your neck slowly. “It makes it hard, you know.”

“Makes what hard, my flower.” 

“To focus. To talk to you. You make me so nervous, it’s infuriating.” Your breath hitches as he sucks gently at the skin above a vein. Your hand curls around his neck, tangling in his long strands of hair. 

Minghao doesn’t respond, but you don’t mind. Not when he drags you into his lap, the fabric around your body now splayed across the backseat of your car. You can hear your phone ringing, but you ignore it until the sound disappears. You focus on Minghao, focus on the feel of his lips on your skin and his hands all over your body. You focus on swiping your tongue over his lip, on pressing forward until his back is digging into the door, the armrest uncomfortable against his spine but neither of you cares.

Your phone rings again and, this time, Minghao pulls away from you, tilting your chin up and handing you the slim device. 

“It’s your father, I think.” His lips press against your jaw, and you exhale shakily. “Shouldn’t worry him too much.”

“Minghao—”

“Answer him.” His hand replaces his lips, giving your jaw a slight squeeze. “Or I will.”

The third ring comes, and you swallow hard. Minghao smiles, his lips curling up as he takes the phone from your hand and swipes on the green button.

“Y/N.” Your father’s voice is steady, and you can hear the exasperation. “What is this I’m hearing from Choi Seungcheol that the engagement is off?” 

Minghao’s lips touch your neck again, his fingers sliding under the fabric of your gown to trace up your thigh. It takes all the power in your body to not gasp into the microphone, your eyes fluttering as he touches you.

“He— what did he say?” You briefly stumble over your words, trying desperately to keep a firm grip on your phone and nearly failing when Minghao’s hand dips past your lacy underwear. Two fingers prod at your core and your breath hitches. Your free hand drops down and grips Minghao’s wrist tightly. He shoots you a playful smirk, lips puffy from kissing you and from sucking at your neck. You let him go.

“That you’ve left him. That you had an affair with…” you hear shuffling on the other end of the line, and then a loud sigh. “Xu Minghao?”

“That would be a lie, father.” You inform the older man, and Minghao’s fingers sink deep into you. It’s a wonder you haven’t moaned into your phone yet but with the way his skillful hand pumps in and out of you, soon you very well might. His thumb pushes at your clit, and you let your head drop into his neck, begging silently for him to have mercy on your poor mind and body. 

“Is that so?”

“Seungcheol had an affair. Well, several affairs. Minghao simply helped me realize that I wouldn’t—” Your voice cracks as a little whimper almost makes its way out of your mouth. Minghao leans his head against yours and you can feel his cheeks stretching into a smile as he continues to drag his fingers in and out of your sopping-wet walls. He scissors them a bit, and then you feel a third sink into you. Your legs begin to shake and try to close, and with his free hand Minghao grabs onto one of your thighs to hold them open. “—wouldn’t be happy if I stayed with him.”

You hope that the shaking in your voice can pass as upset tears.

“I don’t— It doesn’t matter if you end up happy. I want what’s best for you and the business. Marrying Seungcheol would have balanced this.”

“Marrying Seungcheol would lead to a miserable life and the downfall of two companies.” You snap back, and you hear Minghao beginning to whisper praises into your ear. With red cheeks and a swelling heart, your hips begin to roll down on his fingers. “Minghao, at least, will keep me happy and will benefit both companies in many ways.”

Silence on your father’s end, and a knot begins to form in your stomach. 

“Don’t cum yet, flower.” Minghao murmurs, licking at the skin under your ear. “Wait until he hangs up.”

I can’t. You want to scream. Every curl of his fingers, every brush of his thumb against your clit. It’s all becoming too much for you. It’s incredible you’re able to keep yourself together while on the phone.

“Is this what you really want?” Your father asks, and your whole body shudders against Minghao. 

“It— it is.” You gasp. Another pregnant pause. Fuck, it’s like your father wants you to suffer.

“Have him come by my office tomorrow for lunch. We’ll all talk then.”

You don’t get the chance to respond before he’s hanging up the phone and the car is rolling to a stop. Minghao rips his fingers out of you, effectively ruining the high you’d been approaching. 

“You’re— you’re horrible.” You whine, watching as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. 

“You love it, though.” He grins and slides you off his lap so he can get the door. Your body feels like jelly, your mind in a haze. You hardly notice Minghao tugging you by the hand, guiding you out of the car and to the front door of a beautiful house— so beautiful that it nearly takes your breath away.

Minghao’s arm is placed delicately on the small of your back, and you let him guide you into the house and up a grand marble staircase. You can’t begin to express the awe you feel. You can’t help the giddy feeling in your bones when you reach the top of the staircase and Minghao takes your hand. It appears, however, that he is feeling just about the same as you when he smiles so wide that you fear his lips would become stuck like that, and he drags you quickly toward a bedroom.

You let him press you down on the bed and let him kiss his way from your mouth to your jaw, down your neck, and begin to peel the straps of your gown down your body so he can expose more and more skin. You feel like you’re burning up, feel like your body is being set ablaze wherever he touches your body. The zipper along the side of the dress is tugged town, and you raise your hips so Minghao can peel it down the rest of the way and throw the fabric somewhere across the room.

“I should be mad at you for that,” you say to him, although you relish in the feeling of his lips trailing down the valley of your breasts. “That dress was a very expensive gift.”

“Oh?” Minghao’s voice is muffled, and he tugs your panties down your legs as he speaks. “From who?” 

You watch as he begins to rid himself of his clothing, watch as he reveals every gorgeous inch of his skin to you. 

“Seungcheol.” His gaze hardens when he sees you smirk. 

“Then I should burn it, I think. Replace it with something newer, prettier, pricier.” He hovers his body over yours, lacing the fingers of one hand through your own and using his free hand to align himself with you. A pleased sigh is emitted from your lips as he sinks in, back arching as he begins to stretch you out.

“Is that so?” You breathe out. Your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his face closer until you can kiss him. 

“Mmm.” Minghao hums against you, beginning to roll his hips slowly into yours. “I should burn everything that he has ever given you, I think.” 

You can barely respond, your voice seemingly broken and replaced by gasps for air as he begins to thrust into you harder and faster and you can’t seem to get control of your body. He doesn’t care, though. He doesn’t care that you can only roll your hips into his, can only bite into his skin, and leave dark marks that he won’t be able to hide (not that he would want to). Knowing that you’re enjoying this, fucked too dumb to speak even though he’d only been inside of you for barely a few minutes, it’s all enough for him. It’s more than enough. 

“What would he say if he saw us like this?” Minghao continues, his hands sliding down your legs and gently pushing them farther apart. “Hm? Would he stop me? Would he try to fight for you?”

You try to tell him he wouldn’t, but all that comes out of you is helpless babbles. 

“I would,” he hisses, and the knot in your stomach returns. It builds and builds, growing tighter and tighter with each passing moment. “He doesn’t deserve you. He doesn’t deserve to touch you, to feel you.” 

“And—” you finally manage to choke out a few words. “And what— what m-makes you—oh god, Minghao please— think that— that you do?” 

“You already know why, my flower.” Minghao’s hips are slapping against yours at a pace— at a furosity— that you can’t keep up with, “Do you really need me to spell it out for you?” 

The knot in your stomach snaps, your walls fluttering around him but he’s relentless. He pounds into you as your body convulses underneath him, your pathetic whines and moans turning into desperate wails. 

“I’m better than him in every way,” Minghao grits out, desperately fighting off his own orgasm. “Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you? How long I’ve wanted to take you from him? You have no idea how hard it was to not take you into the bathroom that night and fuck you the way you deserved. I wanted so badly for you to be mine.”

Overstimulation begins to wash over you, becoming a pleasurable sting that you don’t want to go away. His cock twitches inside of you and his breathing becomes heavier. You can see him trying to say something more, but all that comes out of him is a heavy groan, and then his hips are stuttering against yours. Warm cum spills into you, mixing with your own, and spilling out onto the sheets beneath you. Your legs thrash in Minghao’s grip, but he pins you down as his hips slow. His hair is messy, his forehead tinged with sweat. You can see his mouth hanging open a bit, heavy breaths rolling out of him. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

The sentence replays over and over in your mind amidst the scattered post-sex thoughts. 

How long I’ve wanted to take you from him?

Minghao rolls to the side, laying beside you on his large bed. 

He didn’t say anything to you, and you didn’t say anything to him. 

It was pure silence. A silence that allowed for clear thoughts. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

The drive to your father’s company the next day is…quiet to say the least. There’s an air of discomfort around the two of you and you’re unsure of whether it’s due to him having to meet your father or the conversation that will follow. Minghao, much like the night the two of you met and you’d asked about why everyone seemed to disapprove of him, was tense. His hands were set on his knees, squeezing tightly to the point of his knuckles turning white. His head is turned away from you, keeping his gaze on the city as you drive. It makes you nervous. Had you done something wrong? Was he regretting everything? 

You swallow hard, mimicking his position and turning to look out the window. 

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

There had been something so off about the way he said that. You still couldn’t quite figure out what it was, and it had your stomach churning uncomfortably. 

The feeling only worsens when you pull up in front of your father’s building and Gyuri is standing with Seungcheol. Both look upset, standing straight with their arms folded behind their backs. 

“What is this?” Minghao murmurs, thanking the driver quietly when his door opens. You slide out behind him, taking his hand in your own as he helps you stand. 

“I’m…I’m not sure what this is.” You admit, your eyebrows knitting together as Gyuri approaches you. “Gyuri, what’s happening?”

“You need to come with me,” she tugs at your arm, attempting to pull you away from your new lover. 

“What?” Your hand tightens in Minghao’s, your feet gluing into place. “What— what are you talking about? Gyuri, what’s going on? What is Seungcheol doing here?” 

“Y/N,” Seungcheol steps toward you, but Minghao is faster and pushes you behind him. Your hand dislodges from his, and you yelp as Gyuri practically rips you away from him. Your knees hit the ground, skin scraping against pavement. The door of the company building practically flies open, a few police officers filing out with your father taking up the rear. 

“Father?” Your throat is closing up, too many emotions pulsing through your body. 

“What is this?” Minghao is yelling. People are stopping on the streets to stare. Gyuri and Seungcheol pull you to your fight, and you don’t think you have the strength to stop them. “Y/N, WHAT IS THIS?”

For a moment, you’re afraid. He lunges for you, and two officers grab at him. He looks rabid, his eyes crazed and teeth bared like some animal as he yells and screams and kicks against the people holding him. Your father approaches you, relief replacing the typical stone-cold gaze he gives you.

“What’s happening?” You’re sobbing now, blood washing down your legs. Gyuri is crying with you, and Seungcheol’s hands are shaking.

“Are you alright?” Your father asks. “Did he do anything to you?”

“I— what—” you can’t breathe. 

“Xu Minghao,” an officer speaks over the commotion. “You are under arrest for the crimes of criminal harassment, assault and battery, and extortion. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney—”

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME—” Minghao’s hand flies out, nearly clipping the officer in the jaw as he finishes speaking. 

He yells obscenities, yells for you, at you, at the people around him. He curses wildly, using every name under the sun, threatens death upon everyone.

Do you know how long I’ve been keeping an eye on you?

“I’m sorry.” 

Gyuri is sitting on the chair beside you as you get your knees treated. You stare blankly ahead of you, and she turns her head to Seungcheol, silently pleading for help.

“Y/N,” he says slowly, “do you understand what’s happening?”

No response.

“Minghao…we told you he was not the man you thought he was. You fell too hard, too fast, didn’t give us time to tell you everything.” 

Silence. Gyuri starts talking again, not knowing if you heard anything they were saying.

“He’s…he was planning on using you, Y/N. Using you to get…to get your father’s company, just like he did with his own father. It…it was all fake. Everything you learned about him, everything we all thought we knew about him…it was all lies. It was in the small details.”

People always said you were innocent. People always called you naive. You trusted too easily, loved even easier. It made it easy to use you, to take everything you had and throw you to the side. Some people of new money were able to gain the respect of those of old money, but you?

No one would ever respect you. 

Not after you fell for the gorgeous man, fell for his gorgeous lies and fantasies. 

Thinking about him here in this hospital room…

Something about it makes you want to sink and drown and die. Maybe that would be easier.

“Can… can I leave?” you look up at Seungcheol, tears welling in your eyes. He looks heartbroken. “I want— I want to leave, Seungcheol. Can we leave?”

Heartbroken. That’s the look in his eye that you couldn’t recognize last night. It wasn’t anger, it wasn’t the realization that he had lost you. 

“We can go. It’s over now.”

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Kinktober 2: Threesome, Zoro x Reader x Law

Contains: threesome, exhibitionism, reader described as having a "cunt", fake reluctant law, fingering, exactly 100 words

“Well? Are you gonna?” Zoro hooks your knees over his thighs, showing off your dripping center as you moan.

Law stands still and silent on the other side of the mats. 

Zoro spreads your lower lips with his fat fingers, your slick glistening in the low emergency lighting of the submarine. You squirm and the tip of Zoro’s finger slips into you revealing a glimpse of the sweet pink inside of your cunt and Law can’t take it anymore. 

“If this has annoying consequences you’re dealing with it.” He grumbles as he kneels and slips two long tattooed fingers inside

Read about my kinktober prompts and rules for suggesting pairings here

#zoro x reader x law #roronoa zoro x reader x trafalgar law #roronoa zoro x reader #trafalgar law x reader #reader insert #x reader #one piece smut #one piece x reader #fic #mine #my writing #bringing back the old school meaning of drabble which is fic that is exactly 100 words #couldn't get this to come out so i just went for that and im satisfied with getting exactly 100 #plus the other one i did today came out really well so im not too mad #in and ideal world this would be longer but in an ideal world i can just beam a story from my mind onto the page #ANYWAY #hope yall enjoy #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #im still taking suggestions btw

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if he hated books of his time then what the hell does this man actually enjoy reading

#actually drop your suggestions in the notes wrong answers only. #toh #the owl house #storyboard belos #belos #emperor belos #people saying he reads romance or smut shall get hit with the Kikimora Shaming Beam.

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Aki Hayakawa X Blackmodel!Reader CW:Denji crushing on Y/N||Angst with comfort||Mentioning and talking about death||Mentions of pregnancy||Reader has a kid

Aki couldn't face reality not when he had a beautiful wife like you especially since you were a top model even when he observed other models nothing could prepare him for the day you asked him out that day you became his personal nurse always scolding him and just being so god damn hot was the least of his worries every time you showed up Denji was ogling at you "M-Ma'am...can I touch your ti-" before he could finish his sentence he was slapped in the face by Hayakawa "We'll be on our way Y/N" and then whenever Beam even got close Aki immediately shooed him away like he was a child it was funny how soft-spoken and shy he was around with you but with Denji and Power he was loud and a total bother like a big brother "Oh- bye Hayakawa!" you waved like you were absolutely oblivious to the effect you had on him especially when you started your Instagram and posted those pretty curves of yours.

"Damn it...why does she have to look like that..." Aki sighed staring down at his phone while his aching cock was in his other he knew jerking off especially beating at your pictures was something he promised not to do but when he scrolled all of a sudden he just lost all sense of morality just from that one pic.

The way your tits sat perfectly in that top of yours...just everything in that picture was too perfect and he loved it...Aki was quick to pump his cock to your tits soft groaning turning into desperate moans for his sweet release as his hips bucked upwards to gain more feeling he even went so far as to hump his pillow thinking it was your soft cunt he didn't even propose to you yet and here he was in a 4 year-relationship and humping his pillow moaning like a dog in heat for his release pretending he was cumming inside of you whimpering like a little dog as he finally came out of breath from chasing his release he swears he's had better days.

The next few days were hard for Hayakawa right after your wedding he continued with his devil hunter duties only to find out he had less than a year to live and was devastated to know he won't have the pristine perfect life with you that he had imagined but you know Aki he didn't focus on that instead, he wanted to make sure to give you the best Christmas ever so that's what he did using his money to rent a small cabin in the woods picking up his phone to give you a call "Yeah I uh- planned a little surprise...and I have something to tell you" you were a little curious when he said that maybe he finally changed his mind about having kids? You agreed and Aki came to pick you up in his car before driving you to get takeout and right back on the road you went he didn't make eye contact with you the whole ride and every time he would've gripped the steering wheel tightly like his life depended on it looking at you hurt for him because he knew once he died you would have no one to care for, no one to talk to and no one to love you and it tugged at his heart strings as he thought about it because it hurt.

You eventually reached the cabin as Aki helped you out of the car he led you in and the Christmas tree was already up he took the liberty of hanging up your coat and taking off your shoes "Aki you really don't have to" you chuckled at his efforts as he looked up at you with a slight smile "You're the princess here" he said kissing your hand as you laughed he loved that about you how you were so cheerful in the deadliest or dreadful situations he sort of envied your personality but he loved you too much to care anymore as he started hugging you and you hugged back taking him in and embracing him.

Hugging Hayakawa was like hugging a pine forest tree since that was what his cologne smelled like it was weird, yes but he made it seem like the new normal and you were ok with that since he was your husband after all besides you loved having him in your embrace never knowing that one day he may not come back even in those heavy thoughts of yours just having him here with you was enough as he slowly glided his hands down your waist to the end of that pretty dress of yours you were breathless, to say the least as he started to kiss you and just swayed you onto the couch that small kiss turning into a make-out session between you two.

Aki's tongue was exploring your mouth as he kissed you passionately with love of course you were enjoying every second of this as he grinded against you "Y/N Hayakawa..." he said in a shaky voice as he moaned surprisingly already about to cum from just grinding against you he unzipped his pants revealing his poor aching cock he had been in a little bit of pain poor Hayakawa his beautiful wife hasn't been giving him attention lately he rubbed his cock against your cunt earning a moan from you as he held onto your waist kissing your soft neck and lacing it with his scent he loved you...he loved you so god damn much...you were like a chocolate fountain and he was the strawberry and he wanted to keep it that way forever he thought mindlessly running his cock through your slick folds as you were letting out soft moans already wet and needing him inside you pulled Aki out of thought as you kissed him tongue exploring his mouth as he pulled your panties aside "I'm gonna go in now alright? So don't hold back" he said thrusting into you with no warning as a sharp gasp left your lips from the thrust he began to thrust even eventually picking up the pace as he held one leg over his shoulder and the other pinned on the couch Aki let out loud moans and even groans "So soft...been missing this sweet cunt of yours..." he said letting out yet another shaky breath as he trusted into you leaving you speechless as he did all you could get out were moans as then switched positions fucking you from the side as your tits were bouncing up and down as Aki had your leg hoisted over his shoulder he didn't let up "Gonna..." he groaned mid-sentence feeling his limit about to exceed "Gonna bless you with my kids alright? Better be a good mom you hear me?" he said speeding up the pace as you let out shaky breaths and moans eventually responding to Aki "Yes sir! I'll be the best mom out there" you said and that put a smile on Aki's face as he let out another shaky moan before he came shooting his thick load into you as you spent the rest of the night cuddling by the campfire.

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You miss your husband...the pain is unbearable you break down just remembering how they told you about his situation it had been a year but you are still not over it and this specific day was the day you couldn't bear to even stay awake for or be alive for that matter it was the anniversary of your husband's death "Mommy?" you heard a small voice it was your child you went ahead and picked her up and smiled as you thought it wasn't so bad after all "Were gonna go see daddy today..." you said kissing her head helping her with her coat and boots as it was cold this time around making your way on the train and sleeping for a good bit in a hotel before reaching the Hayakawa grave as you prayed you sat your daughter in your lap as you said "Aki...this is ur little girl (Child name) isn't she pretty she looks like a mini girl version of you" you chuckled at the thought knowing he would probably get all mad and scold you, your daughter touched Aki's gravestone and said "Papa!" you shed tears of joy hearing her say that as you laughed "Thats right...Papa!"

#chainsaw man smut #chainsaw devil #aki hayakawa x reader smut #aki hayakawa #hayakawa aki #csm #hayakawa family #denji #beam csm #angel devil #power chainsaw man #black reader #localghostsblackgirlfics! #chainsaw man #makima #aki #aki fluff #aki smut #christmas #aki hayakawa angst #aki headcanons #aki hayawaka #x black reader #aki hayakawa chainsaw man #aki hayakawa csm #aki hayakawa x black reader

[kaeyx]

To the anon that sent in that super long ask about Atsushi I've been thinking: how about he's got a tcock but a favourite strap that's just. Huge. Knot and ridges and all. Best of both worlds!! So he gets to fuck you with it but also feel it inside himself, feel his own dick plugging him up.

#atsushi.bsd #atsushi smut #man straps really the the mvp #[hits every fictional guy with my transgenderism beam] see the light brothers

[tony7onychops]

BEAM X F!READER 18+

Theme: Y/n May or may not have introduced Beam to porn when she was scrolling. After he asked her what it feels like to get head, she offered to show him.

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Y/n stared at the laptop screen as moan and slapping of skin bounced off the walls. "Why does her back bend like that? She's gonna' break it." Beam inquired, innocently pointing at the screen.

"I know, it's like an arch." Y/n agreed with a mumble, Beam paused as the girl spread her legs to the camera.

His pants tightening as the man above her fucked her mouth. "Hey, you get turned on by a lil' head, Beam?" Y/n mocked slightly, he paused. "What's...head? Does Y/n-chan know?" He spoke, the girl stopped all movement before a giggle sounded throughout the room.

She looked up, her laughter coming to a stop when she looked at the embarrassed blush on his cheeks.

"Do you not know, really?" She asked, he nodded shyly, avoiding her gaze as if his eyes weren't covered. "Do you want me to show you?" She spoke, breaking the silence, 'He's a devil he's been alive forever hundreds of years, there's no way he's never gotten head in his life.' She told herself, her eyes widening slightly when Beam nodded.

"Are you alright if I take your shorts off?" Y/n asked, startling the boy before he nodded, watching Y/n skillfully take them off herself.

She paused, looked at his length, her eyes dotted as she tried to process it. 'He's 'ought to be at least nine inches, fuck...he's girthy too. How the hell am I supposed to fit that down my throat?'

"Are you alright, Y/n-chan?" Beam broke Y/n's consciousness, she smiled before telling him to lean against the headboard of the bed.

She watched him as he submitted to her every move without a second thought. "Do you understand what's happening?" She asked once more, Beam tilted his head to the side. "Y/n-chan will make me cum, right? You will, right, right?" He spoke, Y/n smiled slightly as she sat in between the devils legs.

He smelt like the ocean, salty and like palm trees.

Y/n kissed his tip, the boy letting out a shaky breath. "Woah~ Y/n is so amaz-Ugh.... A-amazing." He moaned, his words breaking up, when she put the most she could fit into her mouth.

He squirmed when she used her hands to rub what she couldn't fit. "Y/n....Y/n." He repeated her name, Y/n watching his pelvis flex as she sucked, her tongue swirling around the tip as she was careful to not let her teeth near his length, furthermore, hurting her jaw.

"I feel like imma' pee, Y/n." He groaned out, waiting for her instructions. "Don't move." She pulled away for barely a milo-second. He hands gently massaged his balls as she felt his body tense.

"Y/n..." He moaned one last time before his seed slid down Y/n's throat, she gagged around it but continued to move her hands as she helped Beam ride out his high.

"Y/n...are you alright?" He sat up quickly, as if he hadn't just gave a huge load of his semen a few seconds ago. "I'm fine, Beam." She smiled, "Do you understand what head is now, Beam?"

He stuttered and tripped over his words before nodding his.

#chainsaw man #beam #csm #anime art #smut #csm smut

[marble-anime]

Hidden Below the Pier

Pairing: Beam x Reader

Summary: Beam adores you but he fears that he might've pushed the boundaries of your relationship a bit too far.

Disclaimer: Minors DNI

Warnings: mentions of violence, innocent beam, dubcon, monster fucking, thigh riding, thigh fucking, unprotected penetration, mentioned breeding kink

Word Count: 1.8k

Beam’s fin poked out of the ground as he followed you. He never really had anything to look forward to. Constantly locked up and only being set free to exterminate other devils and fiends wasn’t the greatest life. The one thing he had to look forward to was being partnered up with ‘Lord Chainsaw’. He was always happy to spend time with him even if all he could do was swim in the floor next to him, away from the public eye. So imagine his disappointment when Denji had been paired up with Power instead.

But if Denji couldn’t be his partner then he was, at least, glad that you were. Beam liked you, you were always patient and kind to him. Normally when he’d inevitably lash out any other devil hunter would have him punished. Whether that be through physical punishment or forcing him to be chained up once again, isolated from the world.

Not you though. You understood that his violent outbursts were just a result of his frustration with the way he lived. Instead of reprimanding or snitching on him, you redirected his anger toward the devils you had to kill. Letting him calm down before cleaning up the mess he left behind. And the best part was how you always rewarded him when he did a good job.

He could barely contain his excitement when you ordered him to follow you with the promise of a surprise. He watched you from underground while you politely greeted people walking by with gentle smiles. The sun casts a soft glow over your smooth skin. Beam deems that the strange feeling brewing within him is a reaction to your looks. He thinks you're the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He was so focused on you that he didn’t notice the presence of civilians begin to fade away until you looked down at his fin beneath your feet. “You can walk now.”

Realizing that you two were indeed alone, he fazed through the floor until he felt the hot pavement under his soles. You placed your hands over where you assumed his eyes would be. Slightly panicked by the sudden loss of vision, he asked, “What are you doing?!”

“I told you it was a surprise, didn’t I?” The playfulness in your voice calmed him down. Knowing you had no malicious intent, he allowed you to lead him toward his awaited reward.

“There are stairs,” you warned.

With your assistance, he carefully navigated each step until he reached the bottom. He froze when his foot was met with sand, the scent of salt water flooding his nose. You removed your hand from his eyes, giving him a clear view of the beach. He stared for a moment, his mouth hung open in shock. You peeked over his shoulder to gauge his reaction. “Do you like it?”

You watched him, amused, as the empty beach filled with his loud laugh along with his excited shouts of ‘water’. While Beam took it all in, you took off your shoes and rolled your pants up your legs. “Come on.”

Grabbing his hand, you walked to the pier at the end of the shore. Once there, Beam sprinted down the dock and jumped into the water causing a huge splash. You let out a small laugh at his antics and dropped your shoes on the end of the pier. You shrugged off your uniform, leaving you in your undergarments, as you slowly dipped your body into the cold water.

You kept your back pressed against the wooden support pillar, only kicking your feet enough to stay above water. You pretty much just sat back and watched Beam have his fun. You giggled at the sight of him splashing around until he went underwater and didn’t come back up. Your concern melted away when you saw a dorsal fin resurface a few feet away from you.

Though you knew it was only the fiend, watching a shark fin swim towards you was a little frightening. But its small size also made it slightly adorable. The jaws theme playing in your head as it approached you. The fin was inches away from you when it stopped. When Beam poked his head out of the water, he was wearing a cheeky grin. “Thank you, Miss.”

“You’re welcome, Beam,” you said, face flushed from the sun. The two of you observed each other. While the sunset brought out your warm, lively, features, the blue sea complimented Beam’s gray snout giving his skin a pale blue hue. You found yourself admiring the boy until he surprised you with a hug.

“You’re too cute.” Beam nuzzled his head against your neck, hiding his face. Cheeks heating up at your compliment as you ran your fingers through his hair.

He was holding you longer than he intended to. He just enjoyed the way you felt in his arms, warmth radiating from your body. He held you tighter, your knee accidentally slotting between his legs. He gasped as he felt a spark in the middle of his thighs. Experimentally rolling his hips, he found that the spark got stronger with his movement. He couldn’t explain it, all he knew was that it felt good.

He continued to rub himself against your thigh, chasing the feeling and found that he really liked what he was doing. But soon the spark became dull and he pressed into you harder. Weird noises forced their way out of his throat as the sensation spread through him like wildfire. It wasn’t until his cock began to harden that he realized what was going on.

“I-I’m sorry, Miss!” He ripped himself away from you like you were a hot stove. Splashing the water around him, trying to keep his frantic self from sinking.

“Beam,” you called, but your voice was drowned out by his yelling.

“Accident! Won’t happen again! Bad! Very, very bad!”

“Beam!” you yelled.

He flinched, thinking that you were mad at him. You were probably going to have him punished. You reached out to pull his body close once again. “Come here.”

Not wanting to upset you further, he allowed you to close the distance between the two of you. He tried to say he was sorry again but was cut off by your order, “Don’t apologize. Do it again.”

“B-But...” He was shocked, to say the least. If any other devil hunter was paired up with a fiend who tried to rut into them like a dog in heat, they’d have them put down for sure. He didn’t know why you weren’t berating him. You should be calling him disgusting and threatening to get him killed. So why weren’t you? Why were you just staring at him like that? And why were you rubbing your knee against his boner?

“Does it feel good?” When he hesitantly nodded at your question, you encouraged, “Then keep going.”

Beam slowly moved his hips, still unsure if this was really okay. The kind smile on your face followed by a small nod coaxed him to go faster. He let go of his worries as he humped your leg, letting the sinful noises spill from his lips. He lost himself in pleasure, unaware of your lustful gaze as you watched him ride your thigh.

As a fiend with little to no sense of human pride, he didn’t care to hold back his moans. The sounds that came out of his mouth were borderline pornographic. Your pussy throbbed at the expression adorning his face. Cheeks flustered, mouth wide open, if there wasn't a shark snout covering the top half of his head you imagined that his eyes would be screwed shut and his brows furrowed.

He whimpered at the loss of contact as you lightly pushed him away. His disappointment was quickly replaced with excitement when you reached into his swim trucks to pull out his cock. You trapped his erection between your thighs. Beam shivered as the softness of your plush skin engulfed his cock.

“Keep moving." Beam wasted no time following your order. He was in awe at how much better it felt. Despite how nice it was rocking against your leg, having you wrapped around him was much better at relieving the ache in his dick. You adjusted your hips so that his cock would rub against your clit while he fucked your thighs. You didn’t have too much, his eager thrusts against your heat gave you enough pleasure.

Hearing you begin to make noises similar to his, Beam noticed the odd look on your face that made his cock jump, “Does it feel good, Mistress?”

You huffed out a laugh, opting not to tease him for the new nickname as you replied, “Feels amazing, Beam.”

Filled with joy at your praise, he sped up his thrusts as fast as the water would allow him. His dick felt like it was about to explode. His loud moans morphed into animalistic grunts at the tension building in his stomach. You felt his hips go still as he coated your thighs in his sticky sperm. You squeezed them together, preventing him from pulling away. “Don’t stop.”

“But it hurts,” he whined.

“Just push through it. Please,” you begged, on the verge of your sweet release, “Make me cum, Beam.”

Unable to resist your pleas, he continued to rut into you. “Yes. Just like that,” your moans encouraged him to carry you to your high, ignoring the searing pain in his cock. Your hips jerked against his, hugging him close to you as your orgasm took over. “Fuck, Beam!”

Still coming down from your peak, you heard Beam mumble something. “What?”

The tips of his ears burned as he asked, “Are we gonna have babies now?”

You bit back a laugh, not wanting to embarrass the clueless boy. “No. Honestly, I’m not even sure a fiend and a human could reproduce. But still,” you collected his seed with your fingers and lifted your hand above water to show him the substance that came from his own body, “you got this all over my thighs. To get me pregnant you’d have to,” reaching back under the water you grabbed his cock, lining it up to your cunt, “get it,” his breath hitched as his cock was swallowed up by your tight heat, “in there.”

Beam didn’t move a muscle, relishing in the feeling of your pussy clenching around him. Suddenly overcome with the insatiable urge to breed you. To stuff you with his cum till your belly bulged. “Wanna-” he hesitated, not sure how you’d react. You two had already pushed the boundaries of your professional relationship enough. However, the longer he stayed inside you, the more his need consumed him. Pushing his doubts to the back of his mind, he told you exactly what he wanted, “Wanna give you shark pups.”

#beam x reader #chainsaw man x reader #beam smut #chainsaw man smut

[ereminsdiary]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐀𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍

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#chainsaw man #chainsaw man masterlist #csm #csm masterlist #denji x reader #denji x you #csm denji #masterlist #csm requests #chainsaw man requests #send smut requests #beam x reader #csm beam

[flfverse]

i’m leaning toward trans hawks. also based on how this goes i might do a second poll on whether i should discuss it/incorporate it into flashbacks or not. i’m currently leaning towards trans hawks and cis dabi with no discussion, it just Is, but i can be persuaded

#wren.txt #asking the masses #i was gonna have them both be cis but #i cant stop hitting my faves with the transgenderification beam #also if/when we get to me writing smut for them #idk bc of my own Feelings and Gender i like writing transmasc characters better #but yeah i vibe with all favors of dabihawks so go wild

[heliosrisingheroesimagines]

18 with Faith?

Faith Beams: 

Shower Together: Taking a shower with the character. 

“Don’t look at me like that, I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself~”

Faith did everything but keep his hands to himself.

All his actions were masqueraded as innocent but you could see the teasing grin on his face even without looking at him, his soapy hands wandering your body. He told you he had to make sure you were squeaky clean, taking extra care to rub your chest and your ass; those were his favorite places to come so of course he had to make sure you scrubbed there. You’re unsurprised when his fingers graze your nipples a few too many times.

“We’re not trying to waste water, Faith! Can’t we just do it when we’re out of the shower…”

“But then when we get all sweaty we’ll just have to get back in.” He delivered his statement like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Why don’t we get our work out in now and I’ll wash you as much as you’d like, just to make sure you’re extra clean before we get out. I think I’ve been doing a good job~”

Faith carefully pulled you back against him, not wanting the sudden movement to send you slipping on the wet shower floor; that would completely ruin the mood he was trying to set.

“Fi-fine, but if someone comes back…”

“No one will be any the wiser,” Faith smiled, turning your head towards him to steal a kiss, “You know, you’re extra sexy when you’re soaking wet. We should do this more often.”

What Faith wanted, Faith got.

#Helios Rising Heroes #Helios Rising Heroes Imagines #Helios Rising Heroes x Reader #Helios R Imagines #Helios R #Helios R x Reader #Faith Beams #Faith Beams x Reader #Scenario #Drabble Prompts #Smut

[luxlightly]

I've made a post like this before but I wanted to specify that when I said that I am always fine (in fact, absolutely ecstatic) when people draw/write things based on my fics or ideas, that includes nsfw stuff.

Obviously, there are a lot of people who are not comfortable with that and so I assume most nsfw artists don't make that kind of art based on other people's stuff without explicit permission. Just letting people know you have it, from me.

#me beaming ideas for bug gabby smut directly into your brains as we speak #ohh you want to sexualize that bug so bad

[beamtori]

u and changmin fucking around but IN SECRET BC THERE IS SOMETHING SO FKN APPEALING ABT HUSHED SWEET NOTHINGS AND SUBTLE GRAZES OF SKIN AND—sorry i laughed "changmin can i borrow a condom, i have a date tmr" and he blushes "uhhh abt that,,, im gonna need all of them" "SINCE WHEN?"

#beam: unhinged #tree rat tag 🙄💖 #listen i technically have a wip like this but minus the smut #i might have to start a NEW wip but w smut #okay im gonna go make dinner and try to be a good college student now :')))

[robinsnest2111]

thinking about the polycrue dream once again...

#one day i'll turn my notes into a fic. but not today and not anytime soon i fear #i've never written smut before and this dream had a lot of that subject matter in it so i feel under-equipped orz #just know it was a pretty good and cohesive dream!!! and i wish i could beam it directly into eloquent text form!!!!!!!