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cattolino · 1 month

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indecent.

pairing: lee minho x f!reader. warnings: (mild) profanities, exhibitionism, fingering, oral (f receiving), hickeys. genre: established relationship, smut. rating: explicit. word count: 2.1k

“If you don’t make a sound,” Minho said, “I’ll reward you.”

He’d just walked in your office carrying a large bouquet of flowers and a stack of at least five gift boxes of various sizes in his arms when he’d suddenly blurted that out out of nowhere.

It had sounded like an empty threat since you knew he was well aware of the soundproof panels installed on the office walls. And what could he possibly do to make me scream at the top of my lungs anyway? You thought he was being funny. But you were more amused at the amount of valentine’s presents he’d brought you.

Oblivious of his true intention, you barely reacted when he suddenly squeezed himself in the vacant space under your desk after tossing the presents onto the coffee table. Familiar with his uncanny mischiefs, you didn’t bother to force him out of his new hiding place. You just chuckled and patted his fluffy brown tresses.

But you failed to catch a smirk curled up in the corner of his lips when he heard knocks on the door to your office.

“Come in.” You smiled when your colleague, Chris, peeked inside through the crack of the door. The sound of subtle treads against the carpeted floor approaching turned the smile on Minho’s face wider.

You’d thought Chris was only going to hand you a report he’d been working on for the week and leave. Instead, he took a seat as he laid out his iPad and several sheets of papers down on your desk. You were confused, because you had already moved back all the meetings. Before you could say a word, however, he went ahead.

“Oh thank God Minho came right when I was about to leave. Your secretary said all the meetings today were cancelled, but anyway,” Chris handed over some papers to you, failing to notice how you immediately glared down at Minho who was out of sight of Chris and was grinning from ear to ear.

Your relationship with Minho wasn’t at all confidential but you realized just now that if you were to pull him out from under the desk, it’d look far from appropriate. Now you were anxious if what Minho had said earlier wasn’t an empty threat as you had initially assumed.

Chris cleared his throat, “so-”

Before you were able to get a grasp on what Chris was saying, Minho forced you to walk a tightrope.

It all happened so fast you could barely register how you ended up in this unforeseen and embarrassing situation; you found yourself seated on the edge of the office chair with your black pencil skirt rolled up to your hips and your panties pooling around your ankle while Minho’s head was getting too comfortable between your legs and under the desk.

Beads of sweat began forming on your forehead and neck as you struggled to appear nonchalant. All while Chris was ever so enthusiastically explaining the upcoming projects of which you weren’t interested in at the moment.

You had been pretending to listen; eyes on the papers whose content was nearly impossible to understand as your mind began to feel hazy at the pleasure slowly building up in the pit of your stomach. Fuck Minho and his proficient tongue. You thought about smacking him in the head for putting you in such a predicament once this was over.

One of your hands was firmly clutching a pen you didn’t even know how it had even ended up in your palm, while the other was tightly gripping his tresses, slightly conflicted between wanting to pry him apart from you or to pull him closer.

The harsh stroke of his wet tongue on your clit set your stomach ablaze, at the same time almost too much to bear that you feared a moan would accidentally escape past your lips. You didn’t even care about the reward Minho had mentioned earlier. You just wanted Chris to please get the fuck out of your office.

But then Minho stopped. At the sudden absence of his tongue, you sneaked a look down at him. A mischievous glint flashed in his dark irises and a sly smirk plastered on his pretty face as he looked back at you. He delightfully licked the remnants of your slick around his lips clean before placing gentle kisses across your inner thigh.

Then he just sat there and stared up at you with a taunting sneer.

When you realized he was giving you a chance to roll your skirt back down and engage in a proper conversation with Chris, you cursed under your breath. Asshole. He raised a brow, challenging you.

You looked up at Chris who was still preoccupied with elucidating the same topic while occasionally pointing at the bold headlines and sub-bullets on the iPad screen with his stylus pen, fortunately without paying much attention to you.

Swallowing the last ounce of your pride, your hand carefully guided Minho’s head back to where it had been before. And he beamed in triumph.

He warmed up by gently licking up your clit. You didn’t know what you were expecting after that but you hadn’t seen it coming when he suddenly and forcefully brushed his tongue through your folds that you couldn’t help but pried your mouth open in surprise.

You bit your lower lip—almost too deep it’d almost bled—to prevent any indecent sounds from slipping out of your mouth. Your eyes slid shut as you held onto the edge of the desk so firmly your knuckles turned white. Seeing this, Minho gripped your thighs tighter and gave your sensitive area an unforgiving suck, pulling a stream of slick out of your entrance directly into the warmth of his mouth.

The way his tongue caressing your walls sent an overwhelming pleasure running through the whole of your body that you swore you would’ve screamed at the top of your lungs if it wasn’t for the sake of your dignity. And of keeping Chris from being traumatised.

“You okay?”

Shit. You didn’t realize you had been having your head bent too low until you had to tilt your head up to look at Chris who now had his eyes on you. Concern evident on his face as he was studying your countenance.

You could only hope you didn’t look suspicious—specifically aroused—that might give him an idea or two.

“Yeah…” you responded awkwardly, “I just need to- ah!” You gasped unwittingly as a long, thick finger suddenly penetrated through your entrance.

Chris dropped his iPad on the desk, his stance on alert, “what- what happened? Are you hurt?”

“It’s uh-” you pressed your palm against your forehead, bending your head low and softly groaning in pain. Feigning a headache was the only thing that popped into your head.

Before Minho decided to execute the worst, you gripped his wrist in an attempt to draw his finger out. Instead of complying, he left sucking marks across the surface of your inner thigh. You gritted your teeth, looking down and glaring daggers to warn him. His lips quirked up into an impish smirk, seemingly having a good time.

Looking up again, you were greeted by a deeply concerned look on Chris’ face. You pulled up a weary smile and massaged the side of your head, keeping up the pretense.

“I’ll be fine but can we discuss this tomorrow? I’m… kind of… in pain right now.” Which wasn’t entirely a lie.

“Migraine?” He fell for it, “I can get you tylenol or anything-”

“No.” You cut him off in a haste and let out a hiss as Minho slid a second finger in, the pad of his thumb stroking your clit in circular motion. Without looking in his direction you could already picture him smirking.

“I’m fine.” You took a deep breath in in an attempt to regain your composure despite the mess happening under the desk, “I have some in my drawer but thank you. I just need some time to rest.”

Chris nodded, “of course.” He took his iPad into his arm and left the papers on your desk, as per your insistence saying that you’d want to look through the materials later.

Your eyes remained fixed on Chris’ back as he left and disappeared behind the door. Once it was completely shut, you shuddered and cried out. The soundproof panels on the walls that were originally to create a better environment for urgent meetings seemed to show more of their benefits now.

The room was quiet but the obscene pounds of Minho’s fingers going in and out of your incredibly drenched entrance. The urge to confront him and smack him in the head wasn’t as strong as the need to relax yourself against the backrest and let him finish what he’d started.

“I’m impressed you could hold back that long.” He curled his fingers and picked up the pace at the sight of you entirely giving in to him. He couldn’t be more proud of himself.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t unaffected either. The bulge only grew more prominent the more he listened to your soft whimpers and the more he felt your slick flooding out just by his fingers. He wondered how much of a mess he could cause with his length inside you that if he were to be honest, there was nothing more he desired than putting his teasing to a stop and taking you right then and there. But he knew better than to give in to his impulsive thoughts. Let alone when he could have more fun by giving you high hopes.

Or false hope. He grinned to himself.

“You’re fucking drenched,” his tone was honeyed on the contrary to the relentless pace of his fingers, “you like my present that much?”

You weren’t sure if he was talking about the flowers and a pile of wrapped boxes sitting innocently on the coffee table, or about what he was currently doing to you. You just nodded absentmindedly, too lost in the rhythmic movement of his fingers that kept the fire alight at the base of your stomach.

As if it wasn’t enough torture, Minho slid his unoccupied hand inside your blouse and cupped your breast, making your blazer fall off your shoulders in the process. The additional pressure of his thumb rubbing your clit and the sudden tag at your nipple made you gasp loudly and jolt backwards.

Whines and incoherent cries ripped through your throat endlessly. Your body was limp in the seat, overwhelmed, before beginning to tremble when his fingers reached places that made your mind clogged with haze.

He retreated his hand from your chest and made way towards your waist, pinning you down the seat to keep you still. You reached to grasp his hair and the grip you had on the armrest tightened as the thrusts of his fingers were growing all the more intense. Slick streamed down your skin even more before pooling underneath your ass, making the seat pan completely drenched and sticky.

His face was twisted with a satisfied grin and lust in his gaze when he watched you slowly arching your back indicating that you were so close to the climax.

He sank his digits inside you one last time before suddenly pulling them out.

At the abrupt force to clench around nothing, you slid your eyes open and peered down at him in disbelief. He just sat there, licking his fingers clean before gently pushing your chair away to make room to crawl out from under the desk.

He lifted your chin with the pad of his forefinger and leaned in to press his lips on your own. When he broke away, you noticed a piece of black lace fabric in his hand before he let it slide inside the slash pocket of his pants.

But you didn’t have the time to ask for your panties back. You were too at a loss of words seeing him casually walk away towards the door as if nothing happened.

“Are you kidding?” You sounded more disappointed and desperate than you’d intended to show.

A smug grin spread across his face and he tucked his dress shirt back into his slacks, he scoffed, “babe, did you not listen to me?”

You tilted your head and frowned in confusion.

His eyes momentarily fell on your legs that were still slightly spread apart, showcasing faint marks across your inner thigh and your swollen folds. He bit his lower lip, pride swelling in his chest at his work of art. “I said you’ll only get a reward if you don’t make a sound, didn’t I?”

Your brows wrinkled and eyes narrowed, as if shooting him another yet more annoyed “are you kidding?”

Unintimidated, Minho pulled the door open and chuckled, “see you at home.”

#skz fictions #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #skz smut #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #lee minho #leeknow x reader #leeknow smut #leeknow imagine

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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Flower in hell

warning : fluff, tiny hurt, insults, comfort, some touching without consent, no use of y/n

Euronymous x fem reader

Disclaimer : This is just a piece of fiction and is based on the movie and it's character. I don't want to glorify the real life events behind that the movie is based of.

masterlist-Rory's charcters, masterlist-Lords of Chaos 2018

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She didn't really want to go into the shop, the shop with the eternal darkness as her mother called it. It was just a last resort for her father's birthday because she didn't have time to buy a present. But now she was here a few metres away from the record shop.

She could still hear her mother practically throwing her out of the house to look for a present. Apart from the fact that she had almost no idea what her father's bands were called, she didn't quite seem to match the outfit either.

Because it was still relatively warm in late summer, she had put on her white summer dress with embroidered daisies and a white cardigan, an outfit that not only showed off her favourite flower, but also brought her what felt like the only joy today.

But when she stopped for a moment in front of the first shop window and saw the customers inside, she knew she was definitely dressed wrong. Like a Ying and Yang she thought and seriously considered going back home and changing to avoid any beatings or attempts on her life.

Because like almost everyone in town, she believed that the metal fans had something to do with the church fires. Apart from the prejudices, she had never listened to the music. She knew that she was as good as lost.

Stopping in front of the next shop window, she saw the silver chains hanging inside, enclosing the new albums. The soundproof covers were mostly dark but she found it somehow fascinating in its own way.

Before she looked past the black fabric and saw that inside, next to the customers, the whole wall and the entire shop was kept in black. Only the individual album covers gave the shop a little colour, which was swallowed by the black. It won't be so bad, she thought, knowing the effect the metal fans had here.

She had seen the group walking around a time or two, she could still smell the beer, cigarettes and weed outside the shop. She knew that most of them were avoiding them.

Taking a last breath, she walked to the door and opened it. Immediately she was hit with a mix of smoke, wood, dust and beer mixed with the loud music playing in the shop.

She wasn't quite sure whether to cough, spin around and walk back out, or just pass out and let the ambulance drive her out of here. Just get it over with she thought to herself and went to the first shelf with the sound panels. Looking through the alphabetised compartments, she kept her gaze down.

She tried to block out the other shoppers and avoid contact as much as possible. But despite the loud music that could be heard coming from the shop, she could still hear the other shoppers talking. In the corner of her eye, she saw the salesman walk around behind the braid and step in her direction.

She was just about to turn the record around to look at the songs when he took it out of her hand. ,,The flower shop is one street over, Daisy," she heard the black-haired man say, looking at her dismissively.

She knew she should have been angry with him for his behaviour, should have listened to her mother and kept away from such people. But it was different, instead of hatred and rejection she felt fascination. Fascination about his appearance and looks.

The long, black, slightly wavy hair, the black clothes with the leather jacket that clung to his body to match the ammunition belt. The thing that completely captivated her, however, were his eyes. The bright blue eyes that seemed to be the only non-dark thing about him. It was like the infinite sky, as if she could look at him forever.

As if he had her in his hold. ,,I know where it is, but that's not why I'm here," she replied and tried to reach for the album. But the unknown man pulled it away from her and threw the record to his colleague, a man with long brown hair who sat down with it on a couch and watched TV.

She looked past the black-haired man and recognised Evil Dead. ,,Did you hear that, Faust, that's why the little flower isn't here?" he asked amusedly to the brown-haired man, who chuckled but didn't look away from the television. ,,What is she here for?" asked someone else who came out of a door.

He also had long brown hair and almost a confident grin on his lips. She shuddered when he looked at her. It was definitely a different look from the black-haired man. Not so much interested as almost obsessive. Rolling her eyes, she turned away from him and went to another shelf instead.

She tried to ignore the stares of the three and continued looking for an album for her father. If only they knew she thought, biting her tongue to swallow a comment. Running her fingers over the albums she found a name that sounded familiar. ,,Scorpions" she mumbled and took out the album, she remembered well how her father had talked about the new album.

At least now she had an idea what she would buy him. She heard the laughter of the three as she walked towards the checkout. She stopped only when the black-haired man stood in her way again.

Saw how amused he was that she was getting more annoyed. Like a game of cat and mouse, he seemed to enjoy dragging it out. ,,Do you treat all your clients like this?" she asked him, clutching the album in her hand tighter so as not to lose it.

But this made the black-haired man smile before he stepped aside and bowed slightly to show her the way. ,,Only the customers who are really sexy" she heard him murmur and felt the goose bumps spread over her body.

For a moment he seemed too close to her. For a moment she felt his hand over hers before he pulled away from her and walked around her to finally stand behind the cash register.

Handing him the plate, she saw the one with the brown hair go up to the black-haired man and take it from him. ,,Scorpions is a disgrace, even a doll like you should know that...get lost" he hissed and seemed about to smash the record on the counter.

Angered by his cheeky and unkind manner towards her, she reached into her pocket and hammered a cash note onto the braid before snatching the album out of the surprised brown-haired man's hand. ,,Fuck you and your fucking shop you miserable cheeky bastard. It's not even for me, it's for my father, just fuck off!" she snapped at him.

Before turning on her heel and giving the three of them her middle finger before slamming the door behind her. ,,How can you be so rude?" she cursed outside as she made her way back to her house to finally get to the birthday party. Hoping that the cake would lift her spirits. She did not hear the door she had slammed open and close again.

Only when someone grabbed her wrist did she realise that someone was behind her. ,,What!" she shouted at the stranger and saw herself about to strike the brown-haired man. But she stopped and saw that it wasn't him. It was the black-haired one with the lovely eyes. ,,Here, you forgot your change," he said and put the money in her hand before looking around slightly nervously.

Surprised by him looking at her hand, she put the money in her pocket and gave a ,,Thank you", not expecting him to chase her for it. ,,No problem...I hope you don't take his words seriously, he's just an asshole" he apologised for his friend's behaviour in a calmer tone. He didn't make fun of her anymore and she believed his words.

Gave him a small smile as a thank you before she answered, ,,He's just an asshole like you said, it's okay". Silence fell between the two of them, not only did she seem to be starting to find it uncomfortable, but she could also tell by his slightly uncertain look that he seemed almost nervous. ,,I'm the owner of the shop, Euronymous by the way, and that asshole was a member of my band Mayhem," he said suddenly and she saw the pride in his gaze.

As he himself smiled slightly and she now knew exactly who was standing in front of her. Knew exactly where she was and when she had snapped at him inside. ,,True Norwegian Black Metal" she repeated his words and saw him looking at her in surprise.

Heard his amused giggle which made him seem kind of cute. ,,I didn't think a daisy had such good taste," she heard him say before he reached out to her dress. She felt him tracing the embroidery with his fingers. Not breaking eye contact she felt herself getting lost in his eyes again. As if he knew exactly what effect he had on her.

She felt him squeeze a little harder, almost deliberately, to test how far he could go. ,,I just know what I like," she said quieter and faintly than she had intended. As if her head had switched itself off and her body reacted on its own. Before he pulled away from her after a moment.

Knowing he had her. Knowing she would come back. ,,Then I hope you like my fucking shop and come back after all," he said goodbye to her as he bowed slightly again, making her smile. ,,Maybe I'll come back again sometime, it would be nice not to be insulted this time...but thank you Euronymous" she added before giving him a final wave before turning around to head back home.

But she was wrong, the cake didn't lift her spirits, she knew it was Euronymus who had lifted her spirits. Unaware that it would not be the last time she would find herself in his record store again.

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#fem reader #fluff #comfort #hurt #tiny hurt #non consensual touching #lords of chaos #lords of chaos 2018 #euronymous #euronymous x reader #x female reader #euronymous x fem reader #rory culkin #mayhem #no use of y/n

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noiseproblemsonline · 4 months

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noiseproblems · 3 months

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Fabric wall panel- A custom solution

We have worked on few interesting projects where the brief has been to create customized designs that offer interesting and trendy acoustic wall solutions. Fabric wall panel is a custom fabric system. With some tricky manipulation, our track can be curved or cut to meet unique design briefs, creating different angles, shapes, and realizations. We have worked on various projects where our experienced designers had to think outside the box to make some unique design led sound absorbing solutions.

The high tension nature of the noiseblocker made sure that the acoustic core of the system didn’t sag, creating a seamless ceiling finish.

The installation itself, which comprises of wall to wall fitting across 5 suites, takes just a couple of weeks. Working to very tight timelines to make sure a handover was made effectively, our proficient installation team worked relentlessly to get the best quality finish in each of the editing suites.

#Fabric wall panel #soundproof tiles #noiseblocker #noise cancelling room

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osonic-blog · 5 months

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oleander-nin · 1 year

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Secrets(Yan!Rise!Donnie x Reader)

A/N, not important: Had an idea and executed it horribly, oh well. This was not proofread at all. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

Tw: kidnapping, yandere themes, unconsentual touching(nonsexual), crying, being locked in a dark room, collar w/ chain

Words: 741

Summary: Donnie finally brings you home without anyone else knowing

-Ollie

Light floods in as the door swings silently open, the darkness being chased out of the small room for a fleeting moment. The door swings shut once more, the softshell turtle’s markings being the only source of light in the room. His captive squirms in his grasp, Donnie’s battleshell digging painfully into their soft stomach. When they start to whimper, small pleads falling from their mouth as they beg the mutant to be freed, to beg for their life, Donnie merely shushes them. He had no wish to let his captive go, not when they looked so perfect wrapped up in his ninpo.

Donnie sighs as they continue to whine, their eyes wet with tears while Donnie sets their limp body on the small cot he had in there. He would make a bed soon, one that was specified to their exact needs once they proved they deserved it. But for now, the cot was all they needed. His battleshell produces metal arms, grabbing a chain out of a compartment built into the wall. Donnie easily attaches the chain to the collar his captive was wearing, cooing at the sight. He watched in satisfaction as they struggle to pull it off, neither chain nor collar budging.

His hands wrap around his prisoner’s, pulling the limbs away from their neck. Their eyes start to leak as Donnie sighs, a box of tissues being produced from his battleshell. “Hush now, dear. The room is soundproof, there is no one to hear your cries but me, and believe me. I don’t want to hear them.” Donnie’s voice is gentle, yet firm, a silent warning hiding between the words.

Their sniffles continue, but slowly quiet, tears streaming down their cheeks and dripping onto the floor. Donnie takes a deep breath, trying his best to not lose his temper. He understood their fear, to an extent. He had just drugged them, kidnapped them, and made everyone believe they were dead, of course they’d be a bit upset. But their fear should’ve ended the moment they realized they were with Donnie, the one person who cares for them the most. Donnie continues to silently wipe their face with the tissues, cringing as stray tears touch his skin.

“I really am doing what’s best for you, there’s no reason for you to be acting like such a dumb dumb right now.” The prisoner scoffs wetly, their voice cracking as they try to become coherent enough to speak. A single drawn eyebrow raises, Donnie seemingly not impressed with their small amount of attitude. They should be thanking him, not crying. It really was a shame they couldn’t see how much he loved them, everything would be so much easier then. Donnie wouldn’t have had to build them this room, and he wouldn’t have to hide them from his brothers.

Donnie waits patiently for them to speak, his eyes scanning their puffy face as their mouth spills nothing but soft babbles and incoherent pleas. His hands pull back from their face, unable to deal with the onslaught of liquid pouring from their eyes. A grimace dons the mutants face, a generous amount of hand sanitizer coating the palm of his hand. The faint scent of alcohol floods both of their noses, Donatello’s captive crying harder as they pull their knees to their chest. Donatello watches for a moment more, his hands twitching at his sides with a scowl on his face.

Standing from the cot with a huff, Donnie leaves the room without looking back, leaving the young adult to fend for themselves in the cramped room. The door slid shut, sealing itself against the wall until it looked near indistinguishable from the other panels in the room. Donnie moved to his lab table, looking over different designs and blueprints that were spread across the surface. It was incredibly frustrating, having to confine his love to such a small space. If only his brothers weren’t such dumb dumbs, if only the one he gave his heart to loved him back.

No matter, the room was built, and his love was secured. It was equipped with a small bathroom and all the basic necessities. He would add more decorative items as rewards for good behavior, but for now, it only needed the necessities. He pulls out a pencil, making small edits to a blueprint he was making. Everything would work out. They were his, and his forever. No one had to know.

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myloacousticsolutions · 2 years

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divine-misfortune · 4 days

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I’m here to spread propaganda

- “I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making.” (Someone write an enemies with benefits to this I beg)

Toxic old man yaoi w alpha and air

It was a good thing the practice rooms had been soundproofed well before the Ghost project began, when it was still an inkling of an idea in the back of someone's head. Doing so saved the residents of the abbey from having to hear the same section of the same tired song over and over, played too sharp or too clumsily, over and over but more importantly it saved Air the humiliation of anyone hearing his low rusty growl pitch into a feeble, needy sound.

He dug his claws into the foam paneling Alpha kept him against, at least it was softer than the wall beneath it even if it didn't make the position any more comfortable. It was awkward at best but Alpha had seemingly committed to keeping him there - facing the wall with his arms braced against it, slightly bent at the waist, feet apart, Alpha's hips firmly pressed to his ass. Air knew his back would ache but voicing the complaint to Alpha was pointless. Wasting his breath. The fire ghoul had a rough, calloused hand wrapped around the length of his cock and Alpha would just tell him to be grateful for the little kindness he allowed him if he tried.

Air swallowed his pleasured sigh with a bit of effort but choked when Alpha squeezed him around the base. Stroking slowly from root to tip. Air groaned and let his head hang, watching the shiny red head disappear into Alpha's fist. Milking an embarrassingly large bead of pre from him where it dripped onto the wood.

"Look at that..." Alpha mumbled, thumbing over his slit as another pearl began to form. When he pulled his digit away, pre stringing between it and his dick for a split second.

"Don't" he cut in before Alpha could go on one of his tangents, happy to spew filth until Air required a boiling hot shower to feel clean again. He didn't think he could stand it this time. "Don't you fucking start, you degenerate-"

Even without looking, he could feel the way Alpha rolled his eyes.

"Or what?"

"I'll-" Air lifted his head and tried to push off the wall. It was hard to be taken seriously like this, he knew that, and Alpha knew that.

He couldn't get far. Alpha wouldn't let him regain dignity, not when Air had already relinquished it to him when he allowed the fire ghoul to force him to the wall without any real protest. A lack of arguing was the closest they ever got to outright permission.

Like he were trying to snuff out the very spark of objection, Alpha closed a hand tight around his throat with a gentle shushing noise like he were quieting a crying child. That was almost the most shameful part, but the short whiny sound that Alpha managed to squeeze out of him - choking off his oxygen while twisting his fist up his cock at an agonizing pace - that was the most mortifying part.

It shouldn't have wrenched such a pathetic noise out of him so easily but Alpha chuckled lowly, pressure on his windpipe still not letting up. He was learning how to play the air ghoul far too well.

“I’m sorry, what was that? I couldn’t hear you over all the noise you were making, tell me again, what're you gonna do to stop me?"

#i wrote this in like 15 minutes and idont know how i feel abt it but here old man yaoi i tried :((#void writing #spicy tag #nameless ghouls #alpha ghoul #air ghoul #the band ghost #ghost the band #the band ghost ficlet #answered

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