#I’ve had white hair strips okay!

[sk1aggu]

Now just tone that shit fucker 😤💖

[r-o-s-e-f-i-r-e]

idk i’ve been thinking for the last day about modern day corroded coffin, semi-successful in the local music scene, did a self-funded tour through six states last fall where they all lived in the van together and didn’t shower for four weeks, has a standing gig at the dive bar next to the highway and the strip club, they’re established, they have a small but dedicated local following, they —

“can’t play a WEDDING, are you fucking with me?” eddie says, when gareth shows him the text from his cousin who’s getting married in two weeks and who, as of last night, has no wedding band because they accidentally double booked themselves and gareth’s cousin had sent the deposit in late.

“i’ve explained to him so many times,” gareth says, furiously texting his cousin back, “we’re not that kind of band—”

except gareth’s cousin, instead of responding directly to gareth’s text outlining the musical thesis of corroded coffin or watching the youtube link gareth sends to the show last month where eddie got a black eye in the pit from someone in an inflatable garfield costume, just sends back —

“holy shit,” eddie croaks, looking at the string of zeros on the end of the number gareth’s cousin offers me to pay them in exchange for saving his ass and his wedding and his marriage, since his fiancé was demanding a live band. “that’s—”

“three months of rent for each of us,” gareth says, awed. “that’s buy actual fresh vegetables money. that’s go to the dentist money—”

“yeah, okay, give him my number,” eddie says.

so they spend the next two weeks practicing every white people wedding song they can think of. there’s no way they’ll be able to do, like, get low, tragically, but they can pull off the classics, especially after they bring chrissy onboard for vocals and keyboard. there are places where eddie draws the line — no fucking journey or especially insipid top 40 — but they can do some whitney. abba. fucking — mr. brightside. a lot of it is pretty simple, when you get down to it, “and people will be wasted anyway,” jeff reminds them. there’s an open bar at the six figure venue gareth’s cousin booked. hopefully everyone will be too hyped just hearing the opening baseline to i want you back to notice if they fumble anything hard.

rehearsal montage, chrissy takes the boys to the mall to buy suits montage (except for gareth who, like most transmasc dudes, already has a custom fitted and tailored suit ready to go in his closet; instead he makes catty remarks about brian’s tie choices.) chrissy makes eddie put his hair up and eddie makes jeff shave the experimental mustache he’s been growing and eventually the day of the wedding arrives and they load up the van and drive 45 minutes to the six figure waterfront reception venue.

they riff for about ten minutes while the whole wedding party makes their grand entrance into the massive tent set up on the lawn, ending with gareth’s cousin and his new wife dancing in, the whole crowd screaming and clapping. it’s cute, eddie thinks, vamping as long as he can while gareth’s cousin’s best man takes the mic and introduces the new couple and directs everyone to their seats for dinner.

and meanwhile: best man is frankly one of the hottest dudes eddie’s ever seen. he’s got longish brown hair that he keeps pushing out of his eyes, full lips, an insane shoulder to waist ratio, big hands. eddie sneak looks at him while they play a bunch of low key jazzy standards for people to eat their expensive dinner to. he’s sitting with his arm around the shoulders of a girl with shaggy auburn hair, and they keep leaning in to whisper to each other and giggle, so. oh well. but it doesn’t hurt to look, eddie thinks, watching the guy take his suit jacket off and roll up his sleeves and make a toast to gareth’s cousin and his new wife’s long and joyful marriage.

once most people have had their plates cleared away jeff turns to eddie and the rest of the band and nods, once, and while chrissy plays the opening synth chords to i wanna dance with somebody, jeff turns his front man showmanship deal all the way up.

it’s good. people are fucking hyped, so they throw themselves into it, feeding off the crowd’s energy, and almost no one is more hyped than mr. best man. he’s jumping up and down, his arms around gareth’s cousin and his wife. he knows every word to dancing in the dark (hot). when they transition into robyn’s dancing on my own he turns to the girl with auburn hair and points at her and screams. cute, eddie thinks, watching best man pick her up and spin her around while she downs her wine and shouts along. okay, really fucking hot, eddie thinks, when he finally pulls his loosened tie all the way off and unbuttons the top two buttons of his shirt and eddie can see a hint of chest hair peeking out.

they slow it down for the first dance. it’s the leon bridges one everyone always does, but it’s perfect in jeff’s range, and there is not a single dry motherfucking eye in the audience. they do a couple more slow ones, throughout the night. best man dances with his girlfriend and then gareth’s grandmother and then with every child under the age of 10, letting them stand on his shoes while he twirls them around. how is this guy fucking real, eddie thinks, which of course is when best man notices eddie looking right at him and their eyes meet. best man looks a little flustered, at first, and then grins at eddie, right at him, before spinning the flower girl around in dizzying circles.

jesus christ, eddie thinks.

they’re closing out the night on the only other request gareth's cousin gave them: the one from the end of dirty dancing. jeff thanks the crowd, offers his congratulations to gareth’s cousin, and then goes right into it. except as jeff sings the first line everyone absolutely loses their shit, turning to best man and jumping around him and one of the bridesmaids. what the fucking hell, eddie thinks, keeping one ear on jeff and chrissy’s duet and one ear on the crowd piling around best man “—you guys HAVE to, dude, you’ve GOT to—“ but whatever it is he has to do is not immediately apparent to eddie. best man dances in a circle with the rest of the wedding party and auburn hair and the bride and groom, shout-singing along, and then during the build up to the second prechorus gareth’s cousin’s wife and her bridesmaids start pushing everyone to the sides of the dance floor, so there’s a long space in the middle, so the bridesmaid with curly dark hair is at one end and best man is at the other end and oh my god is he actually going to —

the bridesmaid runs and then launches herself at best man, who lifts her perfectly, right on cue at the peak of the second chorus, his hands steady on her hips while she floats her arms out in front of her just like jennifer grey. they hold it for a few moments while everyone loses their fucking minds and takes a thousand pictures. eddie actually takes his hand off his guitar for a minute. he thinks his mouth is open. he can see the muscles in best man’s arms flexing under his white button up shirt as he carefully lowers the bridesmaid back to the ground, laughing, his eyes scrunched up in joy.

eddie is maybe a little bit in love.

they close it out. the whole crowd whistles and stomps and applauds for them, which feels pretty good, eddie’s not gonna lie. as they start packing it up and high fiving each other and a couple people come over to ask if they have a card, if they’re still booking for next year or the year after (what?) gareth’s cousin comes over and hugs every single one of them, almost in tears, and then adds another 2k to the check he writes for them. eddie pulls out his cigarettes right then and there.

“steve, come meet the band,” he yells, when steve and auburn hair walk past. “gareth saved my whole ass, oh my god —“

“you guys were fucking incredible,” steve says, grinning, shaking gareth’s hand. “best wedding band i’ve heard in years —“

“they’re not even a wedding band!” gareth’s cousin shouts. “they’re like metal — moshing — thrash, i don’t know, LOUD—“

“whoa,” steve says. he pushes his hair out of his eyes and then turns that blinding smile right on eddie. eddie feels struck by it, wants to stagger back like he’s taken an actual blow. “cool, so you guys — play locally, or —?”

“oh my god,” his girlfriend says, rolling her eyes; steve elbows her in the side.

“i like your guitar,” steve says, gesturing at the warlock eddie’s still holding in his non-cigarettes hand.

“oh, uh, thanks,” eddie says.

“it’s a cool shape,” steve says, stepping closer, flicking his eyes down and then back up to meet eddie’s. there’s sweat gathered along his hairline, dampening the ends of his hair. behind him, his girlfriend coughs something loudly that sounds vaguely like slut.

eddie feels his eyebrows go way up.

“uh, thanks, shapes are. you know. shapes are great,” eddie says, nonsensical. he sees gareth shoot him an incredulous look out of the corner of his eye.

“can i bum one?” steve says, looking down to the cigarettes in eddie’s hand.

“totally,” eddie says. “let me just—“ he holds the warlock aloft and gestures to the open guitar case.

“sure,” steve says. he waits around while eddie hustles through getting his shit sorted out and then turns away politely while eddie has a silent desperate telepathic conversation with the rest of the boys, who roll their eyes and make their way over to the still open, still free bar.

where auburn hair is standing and talking to chrissy, putting a hand on chrissy’s arm while she laughs at something chrissy says.

hm, eddie thinks.

“so,” eddie says, walking out from under the tent with steve, down towards the water, awash in the moonlight. he holds out his cigarettes. “you like springsteen?”

[dark-and-kawaii]

꧁༺ 𝐵𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝒪𝒻 𝒜 𝑀𝒾𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓁𝑒 ༻꧂

Astarion didn’t think this pregnancy would last, that the gods would laugh at his face once more while stripping him of his child. However the wiggling infant in his arms confirms that the gods showed him mercy for once in his life.

Pregnancy - Birth - Angst - Fluff

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A cry escaped your lips when the pain became too much, leaning on the wall for support. Astarion wasn’t too far from you, never was ever since he found out you were caring something precious within you. He was fast on his feet bursting through the twin doors in Elven Tavern; he took in your appearance and notices the sweat that glistens on your body, your damp hair clinging to your face, “What is it!? What’s wrong?!”

Astarion’s face was full of apprehension, he only ever expected the worst to happen with either you or the child. He didn’t think this pregnancy would last and that the gods would laugh at his face once more while stripping him of his child. He had heard rumors about vampires being able to get others pregnant but most would wind up as miscarriages… or worse, the death of the mother.

“Astarion! I-its happening, the bab-” another pained scream erupts from you as you hold below your swollen belly. Your eyes wander over to where your water had broken, no blood evident. The sheer dread in Astarion slowly dissipates and instead is replaced with a fangy grin as he sees the puddle on the floor.

High spirits only last so long with Astarion though, his doubts always end up consuming him, “Are you sure?…” it was still so hard for him to believe that this world would show him some sort of mercy or happiness. “H-how do you know…” his voice was quiet, “that it’s not already dead inside you…?” Head hanging while his vermilion eyes stared at your stomach.

You can only nod with a soft smile, “it would seem not every god or goddess loathes you, Astarion… Your child- our child, is ready.”

‘’If you’re sure I’ll find Shadowhe-’’

You grabbed Astarions cotton shirt with a steel grip, stopping him from leaving. “Ther-“ you hold back another scream, “ngh-! There’s no time, you’ll have to do-“ You couldn’t contain it, your cries interrupted you, Astarion holding onto you as panic filled his face. He never thought he could get more pale, but he’s sure if he could see himself he’d be as white as the snow in Icewind Dale.

“No! no! No! Absolutely not! You want my help?! What are you thinking!? I only know how to stick a child inside you, not the other way around!?’’

The way his voice always gets so high pitched when irritable was something you always found amusing. Had you not been in so much agony you probably would’ve had some sort of retort.

Instead you twist your body in his grip to grab hold the sides of his face, “You can do this, you’re so much stronger than you give yourself credit for. Look at everything you’ve overcome.”

Astarion clicked his tongue, “I’ve only made it this far because I’ve had you at my side.”

“Then it’s a good thing I’m the one carrying your child and at your side now,” removing your hands from his face you grabbed his hand, “we can do this.”

Wasting no more time, Astarion rolled up his sleeves and ripped your dress before helping you onto the bed. His hands were shaking as he helped you on the bed, the veins and muscles in his arms slightly protruding as he grabbed your legs from under you to move you closer to the bed's edge. Nervous was an understatement, he was the one who was going to deliver his own child, what if he uses too much strength- “Astarion,” you broke his thoughts, nodding to him, reassuring him it’s okay.

Bending forward, Astarion gazes at your stomach speaking to his unborn child, “you pick now of all times to want out… really?”

Your legs were propped up and spread as you took a sharp breath through the contractions. He looked at you and kissed the inside of your thigh, praying for the first time in years that the gods would make sure it all goes smoothly.

You never heard how the doors to your shared inn opened up to reveal the rest of your companions. Never heard how your baby cried out as Gale shoved a finger in its face trying to be playful, or how Astarion yelled at him, “Gods! Why do you always have to ruin a good moment, Gale!”

“Awh look at the little guy, little Astary!” Karlach was so happy for you both that she couldn’t contain her tears of joy, “H-how’s” wiping away her tears, “how’s mama bear doing?”

Astarion took a seat on the bed next to you, cradling his son best he could as the infant tries to grab the string on his ruffled shirt. “Exhausted. I’m not sure if you noticed, but if you look around to see the mess we made we had to deliver our son on our own since someone wasn’t around.” He looks to shadowheart.

“It looks like my skills weren’t needed,” she smiles at the vampire, “good job, Astarion.”

Halsin spoke out for you knowing full well that they should let you get some sleep, “We should all take our leave for a while, or at least give the new parents some space. This is a precious time, a joyous one for them both.” His large arms stretch out to guide the party away from you both.

Astarion’s grip on his son tightens as he carefully maneuvers down next to you. His smile never falters while placing yours and his son between you both, his arm wrapping around the two of you pulling you both into him. It never crossed his mind until now, but he never needed to ascend, never needed that type of power because he’s realized that you are what gives him strength. You and his son are what will keep him strong enough be your shield.

[corroded-hellfire]

The Boy Is Mine (Red's Version) - Eddie Munson x Reader

For @carolmunson’s writing event! Thank you for hosting this fun and uniting challenge 🥰

Summary: A romantic evening at Eddie’s trailer where you finally put a long-time dispute to bed.

Words: 2.2k

“Mmm,” Eddie moans as he stretches his arms out over his head. His tight back muscles loosen at the movement, having become stiff from sitting in one place so long to watch a movie. This is the third week in a row you two have had Star Wars Date Night and even though you both love it, neither of you realized how sore you’d get sitting in one spot for hours or how many times you would need to get up and use the bathroom during the long films.

Your boyfriend looks down at you, where you’re resting your head on a throw pillow in his lap. He smiles as he gently traces his fingertips down your cheek.

“Ready for bed, beautiful?” he asks.

You roll onto your back to look up at him. A rogue curl falls down in your direction and you take the opportunity to wrap it around your pinky.

“I guess so,” you say. 

Reluctantly, you sit up and push yourself off the couch, allowing your boyfriend to do the same. The whole walk down the hallway to his bedroom, Eddie has his hands on you: gripping your hips, sliding them along your waist, tugging at the hem of your denim shorts. 

“I’m capable of taking my own clothes off, you know,” you muse as you step into his room.

“I know. I just think I can do it better,” Eddie mumbles against your shoulder, pressing kisses there and up the side of your neck. 

“Can I change into my pajamas and then you can grope me? Does that seem fair?” you ask. 

Eddie chuckles and takes a step away from you. The moment you move further away from him though, he grabs his chest and acts as if your distance from him is literally killing him. 

“Aw, damn,” you mutter as you pick your bag up from the floor and set it on Eddie’s bed. “Looks like I killed my boyfriend.” 

The overdramatic metalhead drops to his knees, making the thin walls of the trailer shutter, and crawls towards you as if you’re an oasis and he’s been in the desert for days. 

“Need…my…girl.”

Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend’s theatrics, you tug your shirt off over your head. Eddie’s eyes go wide and watch you like a hawk as you take off your bra and jeans as well. You slip an oversized Metallica t-shirt on and put your clothes back in the bag. Something pink and sparkly catches your eye and you perk up.

“Oh!” You pull out a small notebook, covered in stickers in all its glittery glory. 

“What’s that?” Eddie asks, finally standing up from the floor. He tosses his own shirt aside and undoes his handcuff belt. 

“Just something to prove to you that I’ve been right all along!” You point the notebook at him like it’s an accusatory finger as he strips down to his boxers.

“About?” Eddie asks. He grabs an old yellow scrunchie you left over a while ago and ties his hair back at the nape of his neck. 

Instead of answering him, you sit down on the bed and turn yourself until your ass is up against Eddie’s pillows. Then you lay back and kick your feet up to rest against the wall, leaving your body at a ninety-degree angle. 

Eddie situates himself the opposite way, his body lying the typical way with his head coming to rest right next to yours. 

“This,” you say as you open the notebook and begin to flip through the pages. Eddie tilts his head up to try and get a look but all he can see is swoopy handwriting in black ink scrawled across the white pages. “is the diary I kept in fifth grade.”

“Oh God,” Eddie says, running a hand down his face.

“I found it when I was cleaning my room this morning. Maybe now you’ll believe me!” you exclaim, and you begin to flip the pages with more fervor. “Aha! Here we are. My eleventh birthday.”

“Babe, you only invited me to your birthday party because you invited the whole class. It’s okay.”

“No!” you groan in exasperation. “I mean, yes, I did invite the whole class but that’s not why I wanted you there.”

“Right,” Eddie says, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, “it’s because you had a crush on me.”

“Ugh!” The fact that he doesn’t believe you drives you up the wall. But now you’re holding proof. It’s right here in black and white—and clearly not in your current handwriting. “Prepare to be proven wrong.”

You clear your throat before you begin to read your pre-teen self’s diary entry. 

“Dear diary, it was a pretty great birthday. I got a new bike from mom and dad. Chrissy gave me some new gel pens and Heather got me a Rick Springfield poster. But the best part of all was EDDIE! Duh! I didn’t see him when I cut my cake so later I grabbed a cupcake and punch to bring to him. I found him in my treehouse and we sat there for a while. Together. Just us! I wanted him to kiss me soooooooo bad but I knew he wouldn’t. It’s dumb to think he’d like me the way I like him. I can’t help it though. I just wanna take Eddie Munson’s face in my hands and kiss him until our lips fall off.”

You stop reading when you and Eddie begin laughing. 

“See?” you say, nudging Eddie’s shoulder with your own. “I bet you don’t even remember that day.”

Your boyfriend lets out a loud bark of laughter before raising his eyebrows at you.

“Wanna bet?”

The backyard is set up with long tables covered in colorful plastic tablecloths, grilled meats or snack foods laid out for guests to nibble on. The day is bright and sunny, but not blisteringly hot to be outside. It seems like half of your class is in the bounce house as you walk past it. A couple of your friends call your name, urging the birthday girl to come join them, but you have other plans. 

In one hand you hold a cupcake and the other a cup of Hawaiian Punch. You couldn’t find where your mom put the extra cups from this party, so you had to settle for the Fairy Princess themed paper cups you had from last year’s birthday. 

Squinting to keep the sun from your eyes, you take another scan of the backyard. Some neighbors talking by your dad over by the grill, a few of your aunts walking inside the house with your mom, and kids scattered around the yard like dice thrown across a Yahtzee board. But not the one kid you’re looking for. Still, you don’t give up. He was here before and you’re sure you would’ve noticed if he just left. 

As you come to the back corner of your yard, it’s both cooler and much quieter. The shade from the looming maple tree brought a sense of calmness to the small, tucked away area. You take a few steps closer to the trunk of the tree and when you look up you see the treehouse you built with your dad and uncle two summers ago. And hanging out the front entrance of your hideaway fort you see two dirty white sneakers, one looking a little worse for wear than the other. 

You walk around to the other side of the tree where planks of wood are hammered into the thick bark; your makeshift ladder. It’s a little difficult to climb with the confection in one hand and a full cup in the other, but you manage to do it without dropping or spilling either. Eddie’s head turns to you as you climb up the hole in the floor behind him. One corner of his mouth quirks into a smile and it has butterflies rushing throughout your stomach. 

Determined to not make a fool out of yourself in front of the boy you have a massive crush on, you set the cupcake and beverage down as you pull your body all the way up into the tree house. Once you’re securely up, you scoot over to sit next to Eddie. Your legs dangle next to his out what could be considered the front door of the fort. 

“What’re you doing up here?” Eddie asks, not unkindly but not exactly warmly either. His eyes never meet yours, instead gazing out ahead, in the direction of children laughing. 

“You missed cake,” you tell him. 

Eddie looks at you from the corner of his eyes and you realize he’s trying to determine if you’re being sincere or not. Anger settles in your veins and you’re suddenly ready to single-handedly take on any bullies that pick on this sweet boy. 

“I didn’t think you’d notice,” Eddie finally replies. 

If only he knew how wrong he truly was. It seems like you’re always aware of where Eddie is in relation to you. Whether it be seated behind you in class, down the table at lunch, or halfway across your own backyard. 

“Well, I did,” you say, trying to quell the heat in your cheeks at your response. “And I brought you this.” You reach behind you and grab the Hawaiian Punch in the Fairy Princess cup. The reminder of what you’re giving him this beverage in has your cheeks getting warmer again though. “I ran out of like, nice cups, is this okay?”

Eddie takes it from you and raises it to his eye level to inspect the different creatures depicted on it. An amused smile graces his lips, but he doesn’t laugh. 

“It’s good. Fairies are cool.”

His response makes you feel lighter as you wrap your fingers around the polk-a-dotted cupcake wrapper and present the vanilla dessert to him.

“And this,” you say. 

The boy takes a sip of the punch and sets it down next to him before accepting the cupcake. 

“Thank you,” Eddie says softly. It’s the quietest you’ve ever heard him speak before. 

“No problem,” you answer, just as quietly. 

Slowly, Eddie peels the wrapper from the cupcake and takes a large bite that envelops half the treat in his mouth. As he chews, you notice he has a little vanilla frosting smeared above his top lip. You can’t help but smile as you gesture to the area on his pretty, pale face.

“You’ve got a little…”

Eddie sticks his tongue out and runs it around his lips, cleaning off the mess. 

“Actually,” Eddie says, tilting his head as he looks at you, “so do you.”

A frown of confusion creases your brow. 

“But I didn’t have a bite.” Your hand goes up and feels across your face. “Where?”

“Riiiiight…” Eddie swipes his pinky through the white frosting and dots it at the very tip of your nose. “There!”

The way your face crinkles up makes Eddie’s heart beat a little faster. And when your laughter joins in, Eddie swears he’s in love. 

“I can’t believe you thought I didn’t like you,” Eddie says, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“Honestly, I thought you liked Chrissy.” You roll on your side and nudge Eddie’s earlobe with your nose. “That’s why I tried to copy her look as much as I could for a while. Didn’t work that well, but I tried.”

“Chrissy?” Eddie asks, tilting his head to look at you. 

“Mhmm,” you affirm, not meeting his eyes. “Actually, I thought maybe you liked her again last year when you guys were chemistry partners. Or maybe that you’d never stopped liking her. I mean, she is really pretty and the sweetest girl, and—”

Eddie stops you with a gentle hand caressing the side of your face. He turns on his side so you’re nose to nose and slowly swipes his thumb across your cheekbone.

“Aw, don’t be like that. That’s not even true. I didn’t like her last year. Or in fifth grade. Or ever. I’ve liked you since the fifth grade, though.”

You slip off of the bed and rotate yourself so you can lay by Eddie’s side. He tucks you under his arm and presses a kiss to the top of your head. 

“Sorry,” you say softly. “Guess I had a throwback moment after reading that adolescent angst.” 

“It’s okay. It’s not like I never get insecure.”

“Or jealous,” you add, but with a small smirk. 

“I guess, yeah,” Eddie agrees, cheeks flushing pink at the admission. 

“And possessive,” you say, tightening your grip on your man.

Now, Eddie has an amused expression on his face as he studies you. 

“And you like that?” he asks.

“It’s hot,” you explain bluntly with a shrug. 

Eddie rolls his eyes fondly and presses his lips against your temple, leaving them there for a moment. 

When he reluctantly pulls away, he reaches behind him and turns off the light. The moment he’s back down beside you, you’re clinging to Eddie like a koala bear. He doesn’t mind one bit as he holds you just as securely. 

After a little while, his eyes start to slip closed. But before he falls fully asleep, he feels your leg slip in between his. Your knee lifts until your thigh is pressed right up against his cock. Suddenly, he’s not so sleepy anymore. 

“If you don’t stop, we’re gonna have a problem,” Eddie grumbles out, making you giggle. 

“I would hardly call that a problem.”

[kylelovskii]

idk but now that kyle finally asked reader to be his gf, what if they were just hanging out and stuff so then kyle leaves to go do something but ends up coming back and sees reader masturbating and theyre just like a total hot mess on his bed waiting for him… just a thought bc im feeling pretty freaky atm LOL i need kyle hes such a meanie

-❤️ anon

been a while.. :3

i’ve missed writing about mean kyle, so let’s do this! 😈

the fuck do you think you’re doing?

“hey, baby, i’m gonna get some snacks for movie night, okay?” kyle told you, cupping your plush cheeks and kissing your forehead.

“okay..” you respond, closing your eyes as he plants his lips on your temple. you watched as he walked away. his white wife beater hugging him perfectly, and the way his basketball shorts hung perfectly around his waist. you’d been so desperate for him the entire day, but still so shy to even say anything. despite all the change, that old, shy, innocent (y/n) was still down there.

he shut the bedroom door behind him as he waltzed out. you knew he’d be gone for a bit. he usually likes to cook something up for the two of you on movie nights, then have extra snacks on the side. what to do with all this time?

who’s to say you couldn’t rub one out real quick? if he didn’t catch you, no harm no foul, right?

and with that last thought, you sunk more into his bed, reaching your hand down your baggy pajama pants. you pushed one finger between your folds, already so slick from just the mere sight of kyle a few moments prior. you massage the bundle of nerves between the pudge of your pussy, then push your middle finger into your hole.

you sigh at the relief you’ve been craving for the past 4 hours. sure, it wasn’t as good as kyle’s fingers, but it got the job done.

you add another finger, speeding up to make this process go faster so kyle wouldn’t catch you. kyle’s rule was, and i quote: “if i ever catch your fucking your self without my permission, you’ll be in a world of hurt, you get me?”

and you did get him, you just didn’t want to burden him when he probably didn’t feel like it. besides, it’s movie night, and why would you ruin that?

you were on the edge, so caught up in the release you were about to get, that you didn’t hear the bedroom door swing open. so caught up in how good you felt that you didn’t hear him yelling at you.

“hey! what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

you yelped, scrambling up against the headboard, staring at kyle, horrified.

“who said you could do that, huh?” he spat, slowly walking over to you, his fists clenched.

“wait— i’m sorry! i didn’t want to bother you, and—” you were cut off by the painful sting in your scalp when he grabbed your hair, pulling your face up to his. “don’t be fucking stupid. get up, strip.”

you were quite terrified to say the least, so you quickly got up and stepped back away from your fuming boyfriend. you took off your t-shirt, then your pajama pants. you stood there, half naked, staring at him.

“why are you looking at me like you can’t understand english? i said strip.”

oh. he wanted you naked naked. okay. you brought the straps of your bra down, your perky tits bouncing out. you then pulled the pink cotton panties off your waist and kicked them to the side.

“you wanna get fucked so bad? then you’ll get fucked. lay down,” he ordered, pointing to the bed. you whined and climbed on the bed, laying down, vulnerable for him.

he tugged off his shirt, then took off his silky basketball shorts and threw them in a laundry basket along with his boxers.

“i think you’ve had enough prep, yeah? being greedy all alone in here, not even bothering to ask me. you know the rules, don’t cha?” he asked, smooshing your face together with one hand, stroking his cock with the other. “answer me, bitch.”

“yes! yes i remember! i’m sorry, ky— please!” then you felt a sharp pain against your face. “i don’t care if you’re sorry. you broke a rule, and now you’ll get punished. nothing has changed,” he forcefully explained before shoving his dick inside you. you cried out which turned into a long whine.

“aw, yeah? see? your fucking fingers can’t do this, only i can.” he reached his hand up and held your neck tightly, but not tight enough to stop your breathing. he pounded into you, harder and faster with each thrust.

“hah— ky! i’m gonna— you’re—” you tried to speak, but he was fucking you so good you couldn’t even form a sentence. “no you’re not. not until i do. you don’t deserve it.”

he slid his hand up, prying your mouth open more with his thumb, and with that a small fetching noise came from his throat before he spit in your mouth. “swallow,” he demanded, and you did.

each time his cock went back inside your cunt, it only pushed you more to the edge. you didn’t know how much longer you could hold out, but then you heard a high pitched groan come out of kyle’s mouth and then a warm sensation shoot inside you. that did it for you and you hit your high, legs shaking, locking them around kyle’s waist to make them stop.

but he kept going.

“stop! stopstopstop! kyle— please, wait—” he covered your mouth with his hand to shut you up, which didn’t really work, but you stopped talking at least. “what’s wrong? can’t take it? this is what you’ve been so desperate for, right? so you will take it. shut up and take it.”

orgasm after orgasm, kyle finally let up and pulled out, but he hadn’t cum yet. he inched up near your face, took off his glasses, and shoved them on your face. lean leaned his head back, stroking his cock until he came all over your face, recreating the scene that happened at cartman’s house many moons ago.

he let out a guttural moan as he did so, sighing when he finally came down from his high.

“go..go clean up,” he slurred, flopping down next to you as you looked at him confused. “you’re not gonna help?”

“no. you’ve been a bad girl. besides, i cooked. that’s enough of caring for one night. and clean my glasses too!” he shouted after you as you walked into the bathroom connected to his room.

kyle always took care of you, but bad girls know how to take care of themselves, right?

[outlawinthisworld1117]

You’re the stars in my sky

☆ pairing: tattoo artist!reader x client!Jiung

☆ genre: fluffffff

☆ summary: Your favorite client was a lot chattier today than usual.

☆ warnings: perhaps the mention of a tattoo gun, and I guess by relation, needles?

☆ word count: 1.4k

☆ authors note: I wrote this for my best friend because she’s a HUGE Jiung girly. Plus I love my bias-in-law, and think he deserves all the love <3

Mindlessly you cleaned your station, keeping yourself busy by preparing for your next client. You’ve probably sanitized the chair about ten times already, about to do it for the eleventh time. Your nerves were wracked, how could they not be? Your next appointment was a special one. It was him. He had been going to you for his past few tattoos, in his words, you were, “The most detail-oriented perfectionist,” and it earned his highest praises. He was already a regular at your shop, but he's been going to you ever since his old tattoo artist moved to a new city. Once he had whispered to you mid session, “Psst! Can you keep a secret?” You nodded curiously, “You are the best artist I’ve ever had. You’re my absolute favorite. I’m devoted to you now.”

He smiled at you with that beautiful smile of his. It was a dangerous smile in your profession. It’s the kind of smile that makes you lose focus. Right now you were beyond focused on making sure your tray was meticulously organized. Then you heard it. The familiar ring of the bell above the door. He was here.

“There’s my favorite artist!” He beamed, making his way toward you, his white hair glowed under the fluorescent lights of your studio.

“Jiung!” You smiled back at him, feeling all the nerves from earlier dissipating, “How’s my favorite client?”

“Me? I’m your favorite? Oh, I’m honored, Y/N,” He swooned, putting his hand over his chest.

You motioned for him to sit down in the chair, “What’re we doing today?”

“You tell me,” He grinned, “I want a Y/N original.”

Typically he designed his own tattoos, ready to go for the appointment. You figured he was the kind of person who wanted complete control over how it would look. His request shocked you but also made your heart flutter a bit.

“Anything you want in particular?” You questioned, unsure of what to design for him.

“Surprise me”

“Okay then… where do you want it?”

He propped one arm up on the armrest of the chair and rested his chin in his hand, tilting his head a bit, saying once again, “Surprise me.”

If you didn’t know any better you would have thought he was flirting with you, “You know you're not making this easy for me, Jiung.”

“I know that whatever you do I’ll love, okay? I trust you,” He smiled warmly, trying to be reassuring.

“Alright… how do you feel about a back tattoo?” You smirked.

“Sounds great,” He nodded, a small tint of blush painting itself on his cheeks. If you noticed it you didn’t say anything.

So you began sketching out some ideas, ultimately narrowing it down to one. You based your design off his other tattoos that way it would compliment them. A small cluster of stars, with some gradient detailing. You flipped your design so it was facing him. He looked at it for a good moment, nodding his head, and smiled wide, “See, I told you I’d love it.”

You couldn't help but smile back at him before you turned to print out the stencil. Once it had finished you turned around again not expecting to see what was before you. Jiung had stripped off his shirt, patiently waiting for you to start the stencil process. Your heart raced at the sight of him, his lean muscles paired with the butterflies on his lower stomach, it was a dangerous combination that had you feeling butterflies. When you had suggested a back tattoo, you hadn’t realized that it meant he would be shirtless during the whole session. You coughed a bit to clear your throat, fully catching yourself for staring, hoping he didn’t notice you were. He had a smirk pulling at the edge of his mouth, but you could see the pink blush creeping across his cheeks and upper chest. His hands fidgeted with each other, revealing his shyness, and reassuring you that you weren't the only one feeling the tension in the air. It made you feel less nervous.

As you approached him to place the stencil on you had never been more grateful that your hands were always steady no matter the situation. Gently you rubbed the transfer solution on his upper back, under his left shoulder. He shivered a bit from the coldness of it and you stifled a giggle, it was cute. Then you lined the stencil exactly how you wanted it and smoothed it out carefully while applying a bit of pressure. After about a minute you peeled the stencil off and took a look at it. It looked good, but you wanted to make sure he thought it looked good.

“Go look,” You said pointing at the floor-length mirror on the wall opposite your station.

He got up and turned around, his back to the mirror, glancing over his left shoulder. An excited smile spread across his face. He was more than happy with it, “This looks perfect already!”

“Alrighty then, let’s get started shall we?” You grinned, adjusting your chair so that it lay flat. You patted at it when you were done, signaling for him to lie down.

In your previous sessions, you had thought that Jiung wasn’t really the talkative type, since he spent most of the time quiet. However, he was quite the chatterbox today. You had just finished the first star and were moving on to the smaller, second one; gently you wiped at his skin as you went in to start.

“How long have you been doing this?” He asked, his face was turned towards you.

He had already asked you a bunch of questions about yourself, some turning into bigger conversations, some not, but he always asked stuff first, not giving you a chance to reciprocate, “Um… it’s 2024… so I think by next month it’ll be six years? I started apprenticing when I was 18.”

“Oh, so you’re 22?” He probed.

“Mhmm! Not for much longer though, my birthday is soon,” You answered.

“Oh let me guess, you’re a….. (your star sign)?” He had a hopeful look on his face, desperate to be right.

You smiled big, wondering how he knew, “I am. What gave it away?”

“You seem very ambitious and hardworking, and most (your star sign)s I’ve met are like that,” He mentally shrugged, not actually doing it because he didn’t want to mess you up.

“Do I?” You chuckled, “Well, I’m flattered.”

“Could you guess mine?” He dared.

You finished up the second star and began the third, your face scrunched up in thought, “Hmmmm… Maybe Scorpio? Wait no! Libra, definitely Libra.”

He gently nodded his head, “How’d you know?”

“Libra’s are very charming individuals,” You reasoned.

“You think I’m charming?” He asked, batting his eyelashes at you. Which earned a lighthearted scoff from you.

“Quite…” You smirked at him, wiping some access ink off before continuing, “Especially today.”

“What do you mean?” He gave a sly, knowing look, clearly aware of how he was being.

“You’re much more talkative today than in our previous sessions. It’s nice,” You smiled back at him.

“Just want to get to know my favorite artist more,” He winked.

Your face felt hot again, and at such a cheesy move too, you rolled your eyes jokingly. He laughed, a hearty laugh that could make anyone who heard it happy.

“No, but seriously, Y/N. I’ve wanted to know more about you,” He confessed.

“What do you want to know?” You said, feeling bold.

“Everything,” He whispered.

Your breath hitched in your throat, caught off guard by his unexpected forwardness. You pulled your gaze away from the tattoo, halting your stippling on the second to last star. Meeting his gaze, you said softly, “Well we don’t have much time for me to tell you everything, I’m almost done.”

“Then why don’t we go somewhere after?” He asked, eyes full of hope.

You smiled big and answered before you continued with the stippling, “I’d love that.”

“It’s a date then,” He grinned, feeling ecstatic.

As you moved on to the last star, wiping away the remnants of excess ink, a surge of excitement coursed through you for what the rest of the day had in store. You never imagined that you would end up with a date after work today, especially with the one person you had been crushing on for what felt like ages now. He was like a bright star in your sky, and as it turns out, you were his sun.

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Masterlist

[btecboogiez]

⌗ 𓂃 Summertime Sadness 𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅

Jeff Sadecki x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: He’s your new next-door neighbour, and he just so happens to be recently divorced…

CW: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N), NSFW!! , p in v sex, reader on birth control is implied, p#rn with plot.

A/N: I wrote this for a friend and decided to post it here! I’ve never wrote this stuff before so I hope you like it! <3

WC: 1.8K

jeff sadecki. your next-door-neighbour. the day he moved in, you went over to introduce yourself and ended up finding out about his recent divorce. he told you all about his homocidal ex-wife and how he just had to get away from all of it. the next day, you went over to help him with unpacking, just like how a good neighbour should. you were wearing a flowery little sundress that hugged your curves in all the right ways. the skirt of the dress, which was just covering what it needed to, was flowing in the warm summers breeze as you walked next door to jeff’s house.

you knocked on the door softly, waiting for a response. he opens the door and his hair is sweaty & messy. he’s clearly been busy. he smiles and invites you inside. “watch the boxes, they’re everywhere!” he says, shifting a large box out of the way so you can come inside properly. you walk in and take in the scene of the main room. boxes are stacked everywhere and there is trash bags right next to the front door. he has music playing through a little bluetooth speaker. system of a down is playing. “nice music taste.” you say, smiling.

“oh uh- thank you miss..” he smiles back, clearly a little flustered by your compliment. “should we get started on the boxes?” you ask. he nods and you two get to work. as you unpack, you both chat and tell eachother about your lives. quite a few hours pass and it’s almost midnight by the time you finish unpacking and organising his stuff. you sit down on his couch, sighing in relief. “thank jesus we are finished.” he flops down next to you and sighs aswell. “i should be heading home…” you say reluctantly, not exactly wanting to leave jeff, even if you live right next to eachother.

“i’ll walk you home..” he insists, standing back up again and opening his front door. the cool night air rushes in, causing you to shiver slightly. as you walk down his driveway, his hand finds itself on the small of your back. you look up to him and he smiles back. once you are at your place, he observes you walk inside, making sure you are okay and safe. you say your goodbyes and when you are finally inside and you lock your door, you sigh loudly and talk to yourself as you take your shoes off.

you walk upstairs before putting some grey sweatpants and a black tank top on. you tie your hair up, wanting to keep it out of your face for sleeping. you snuggle into your duvet and drift off to sleep.

his hands are touching your body lightly, his lips littering soft kisses along where his hands just were. his touch is like fire as he caresses your hips. “you look so pretty like this… all whored out for me…”. his voice is dominant yet soft. his fingers find the hem of your sweatpants, pulling them down. you lift your hips to aid his efforts to strip you. once he has your sweatpants off, he throws them somewhere in the room, just like he did with his shirt and pants. he spots your underwear. it’s a pale pink with lace covering it. he rubs the pad of his thumb against the wet patch on your panties, causing you to arch your back and softly whimper.

his fingers hook the gusset of your slutty underwear and pull it to the side, revealing your soaking cunt. “so wet for me sweetie, and you’ve only just met me…”. you blush hard at his words ; your whole body is white hot with lust and need. “please jeff…” you plead with him, needing more. he lets his index finger slide in and out of your wet folds, gathering your slick before pushing it inside of you. you moan out softly and your hands grip his broad shoulders, your nails digging in. he curls his finger, pressing against your sweet spot lightly before adding a second finger, stretching you even more. he pumps them in and out of your drenched hole, drinking in your soft and needy moans. “good girl… taking my fingers so well for me…” he coos in your ear. you feel that familiar feeling growing in your gut. “jeff… please i’m so close..!” you tell him and feel his fingers curl even more, his mouth moving down to suck on your clit.

as soon as his soft lips make contact with your sensitive nub, your whole body goes white hot. your toes curl and your eyes screw shut. you cry out his name, gripping his blonde hair tightly as you cum around his fingers. he slows down a little, letting you ride your high out. he pulls away from your soaked pussy and pull his throbbing cock out from his boxers before taking them off completely. he lines himself up with your drenched entrance and then-

your alarm goes off.

you open your eyes and groan, looking down at your body. your sweatpants are down to your knees and your hand is inside your underwear. your fingers are drenched so you slowly pull them out before getting up and plod to the bathroom. you wash your hands, your mind still spinning with the thoughts of your dream. you take a shower and can’t help but think about what it would be like with jeff. his muscles covered in droplets of water, his hips hitting against your ass, his whimpers as he gets close, his dick rubbing against-

you decide to stop thinking about him. you climb out of the shower and start to get ready. you have a towel wrapped around you, covering your ass almost perfectly. you start to brush your teeth when you hear a knock at the door downstairs. you hurry and open the door before spotting jeff. you blush bright red when you see him, feeling shameful about the thoughts you had about him previously. “good morning miss,” he says, smiling at you, “did i catch you at a bad time?”.

“uh- no, not at all!” you laugh a little, inviting him inside and letting him sit down on the couch in the main room. “give me 10 minutes and i’ll be back down here..!” you say before rushing upstairs and getting dressed. you put on a white, button up shirt and some low rise blue flare jeans. you then put on your slippers and glasses on. jeff wonders what is taking so long and walks upstairs. he watches you do your makeup from the bathroom door. once you finish putting your mascara on, you spot him and jump a little.

“jeff! you gave me a fright.” your hand is placed on your chest, trying to calm yourself down. “sorry honey.” he says, smiling as he always does. you feel yourself blush bright red and you loose your composure for a second. he smiles again, but it’s more cheeky this time. “are you done darlin? i’m getting impatient over here.” he says, his voice laced with a teasing tone. i nod and walk out of the bathroom and downstairs with jeff following me. we sit in the main room on the couch. “so jeff, why did you come over..?” i smile, trying not to touch him or kiss him.

“i wanted to speak to you about something actually…” he sounds nervous as he speaks, his voice shaking slightly. he collects himself and continues. “are you single?” the question shocks you a little but you answer. “yes i am. why do you ask?” he blushes and leans in a little. “because i like you. i like you a lot…” you feel your face go red-hot and you are convinced he can feel the heat radiating from your cheeks. “kiss me jeff..” your voice is quiet and sultry. he leans in and kisses you. you open your mouth slightly as you kiss and his tongue slips inside. you whimper into the kiss and his large hands cup your cheeks as you make out. the kiss slowly grows more hungry and passionate as he pulls you onto his lap.

“jeff…” you plead, grinding against him lightly. he groans and grasps your hips tightly, almost leaving bruises. he picks you up and your legs wrap around his waist as he walks upstairs and throws you onto your bed. he pulls his shirt off and his torso looks exactly like you dreamt it would. you get to work unbuttoning your shirt, revealing your lacy bra. you purposely put on your best lingerie, hoping something like this would happen.

he gasps softly, his hands moving to caress your chest. he unclips your bra and drops it onto the floor next to your bed. his fingers drag over your hard nipples, causing you to whimper and whine under his touch. his hands move down your sides and unbutton your jeans, pulling them down your legs and throwing them onto the floor. he kisses you again. the kiss is sloppy and needy as his finger hooks the gusset of your panties, pulling it to the side. he leans down and mumbles against your wet cunt before licking long stripes up and down. “so wet for me baby…”. he sucks on your clit before pushing the tip of his tongue into your entrance. he repeats these two montions until your legs are shaking around his head and your hand is grasping his hair.

you feel yourself grow close to your orgasm. it hits you suddenly and your whole body shakes as white spots cloud your vision. you cry out for jeff, hoping he’ll slow down so he doesn’t overstimulate you. he pulls off of your soaked pussy and fumbles to take his pants & boxers off. once they are off, his hard cock hits his stomach. the tip is leaking pre-cum, so ready to be inside you. “are you okay with this..?” he asks before lining himself up with you. “

yes.. please fuck me jeff..” you consent and he pushes into you slowly. you gasp softly. “fuck- so tight honey..” he whimpers and starts to move slowly. you grasp his shoulders as he pumps in and out of you. he speeds up and you clench around him, moaning out for him desperately. “you gonna come baby? c’mon.. come for me honey..” his hips start to stutter and you can tell he’s about to come. “c’mon baby, c’mon baby, c’mon baby…” you finally come, clenching around his cock like a vice. he spills into you, groaning and thrusting a little.

your foreheads touch and you both sigh out. he kisses your lips softly, this time with love and not lust. you both smile and jeff breaks the silence. “you did so well for me there baby..” he hissed as he pulls out of you. he gets up and grabs a washcloth from your bathroom, cleaning you up. once you are clean, he snuggles up behind you, not caring it’s only 1pm. you smile and thank him for such a good start to your morning. as your bare bodies touch, you can’t help but blush. you both fall asleep quickly in eachothers arms, just like how lovers do.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed my attempt at smut! i think i got a little lazy near the end but i hope it’s good enough! <3

[torscrawls]

The Suspicious Wayne Family

Summary:

“Well, several of them have come back from the dead so I just had to check it out for myself!”

Tim felt himself go cold. “…How do you know that?”

“Ghosts take note if someone manages to come back from the dead, you know?” Phantom leaned in and lowered his voice as if sharing an embarrassing secret, “It’s a terrible faux pas.”

Phantom comes to Tim with some concerns about the Wayne family. Tim really isn’t ready to deal with this.

Words: 2 023

Can be read on AO3!

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“Augh!” Phantom groaned as he slumped across Tim’s desk in the Watchtower, utterly ignoring the fact that Tim was very much in the middle of work.

Tim, used to several dramatic siblings without any concept of personal space, simply sighed and tried to shove him off the desk. “Can you go be dramatic somewhere else? Some people are actually trying to get some work done.”

Phantom ignored him as he fused himself halfway into the desk, preventing Tim from depositing him onto the floor, much to Tim’s annoyance. Instead, Phantom groaned and splayed his arms wider, completely blocking Tim’s view of the screen. “You wouldn’t believe what just happened!”

Tim heaved a deep sigh as he gave up on work for now, leaned back in his chair, crossed his arms, and asked, “Alright, I’ll bite. What happened?”

Phantom immediately perked up. “Thanks for asking! You see, I was minding my own business—”

“Getting up to your usual shit,” Tim muttered under his breath as he sipped his coffee.

Phantom ignored him as he continued, “—when I ran across this huge house and there was this guy inside, which I know isn’t that strange by itself. But! He was reaaal big, and he had this white strip in his hair, which, I know, is a bit hypocritical for me to comment on, but this guy looked like such a try-hard—but anyway, he just attacked me on sight! With guns! Sure, they were regular guns, not ecto ones, so you know, I was fine, but still! So rude!”

Tim choked on his coffee. A huge and angry guy in a big house with white in his hair? That sounded awfully familiar… Hadn’t Jason mentioned that he would drop by the mansion today? Tim coughed to clear his throat and then managed a weak, “That’s… weird.”

Ah. So that’s what Damian had meant when he called in a disturbance in the air earlier. They hadn’t believed him since the cameras hadn’t picked anything up, but if it had been a ghost… Maybe he owed his little brother an excuse. Not that he would ever admit that to said little brother, but still. And that also meant that Phantom had definitely been in the Wayne mansion.

Tim sucked in a deep breath. “That’s definitely worrying.” Phantom didn’t need to know that he wasn't talking about him getting attacked by a sword. Why the fuck had Phantom been at their house?!

Phantom nodded with a laugh. “Right? We didn't even know each other yet! Usually people don’t attack me with a sword until I’ve at least introduced myself first. Or, well, not always, but I can usually at least figure out why they attack me, you know?”

Tim didn’t know and decided not to comment on that worrying statement, instead focusing on gathering information instead. Familiar territory and all that. “What were you even doing in a random big house in the first place?”

“Not just any house!” Phantom wagged his finger. “They’re the Waynes! Which, okay, I didn’t really know a lot about them but my friend said that they are famous or something. And I believe her! The house was like a mansion!”

“Alright,” Tim allowed, congratulating himself on how unbothered he sounded as he parsed through Phantom’s excited rambling. “Why were you in the Wayne mansion, then?”

“Well, several of them have come back from the dead so I just had to check it out for myself!”

Tim felt himself go cold. “…How do you know that?”

“Ghosts take note if someone manages to come back from the dead, you know?” Phantom leaned in and lowered his voice as if sharing an embarrassing secret, “It’s a terrible faux pas.”

“Right. Of course.”

“Yeah!” Phantom nodded before pausing with a frown. “Wait. How do you know that they have died?”

“Of course I do. I’m a detective in Gotham and they are well-known in the city.”

“Hmmm…” Phantom trailed off, and Tim was tensing up in preparation for an argument, but then the ghost perked up as if remembering something. “And Bruce! Bruce Wayne! I’m pretty sure he trains his kids to be like child soldiers or something. Maybe he even uses them as his minions in secret evil schemes!”

Tim felt himself start to sweat. “Let’s—let’s talk to Batman about this.”

“The Gigabat? Why?”

“He might know the best approach.” Might know any approach, cause Tim certainly didn't.

“Alright. Sure,” Phantom agreed easily and followed as Tim hurried out into the corridor, seemingly blissfully unaware of the panic he had caused.

How on earth had they been noted by ghosts without knowing about it? How had Phantom managed to stumble upon this information? If had managed to find the mansion, what else had he managed to put together…? Had he seen the cave?

Tim pushed upon the door to Bruce’s office and walked in as confidently as he could manage at the moment. “B? Phantom has some… concerns he wants to bring up.”

Bruce had turned away from his screens as they entered the room, no doubt ready to admonish them for disturbing him, but something in Tim’s voice must have tipped him off that something was going on because he turned fully towards them and simply demanded, “What is it?”

Phantom didn’t waste any time before bluntly stating, “I think we should investigate the Wayne family. I think they might be a crime syndicate, possibly even supervillains.”

It wasn’t often that Tim saw Bruce at a loss for words. Tim couldn’t blame him as he himself had to restrain himself not to visibly wince at Phantom’s words.

Phantom on the other hand seemed not to notice as he continued, “I thought you would like to know, what with them being in Gotham and all? Really, I’m surprised you didn’t know about them already.”

“Why would you assume they are supervillains?” Bruce asked and Tim was impressed by how calm he sounded.

“Oh, well, you know… The kids all have obvious combat training, the house is riddled with weapons, and the family seems awfully involved with all the major catastrophes in Gotham as well as all the major villains,” Phantom said casually before pausing as he tapped a finger to his lips in thought and adding as an afterthought, “and, of course, because of the secret lair beneath the mansion.”

Well, that answered Tim’s earlier question whether he had seen the Batcave or not. He was very grateful for Bruce and his frankly terrifying poker face as the older man just said, “That’s quite the list…”

Phantom beamed. “Thank you!”

“And why did you start investigating them?”

“Well, on top of all the gossiping grannies mobbing me in the Zone to talk about the young men using the afterlife like some sort of revolving door, I know a thing or two about evil billionaires with hidden identities and Bruce Wayne just screams secrets, you know?”

Bruce didn’t answer, Tim just stared. Phantom clapped his hands, “So. When are we starting the investigation?”

Bruce shook his head, took a deep breath and said, “We’re not investigating them.”

Phantom looked surprised for a split second before raising a single eyebrow, “Is it because he’s so rich? Oh! Is that why you have so many expensive gadgets?”

“What.”

“I mean, that’s why you want to look the other way, right? Because he pays you?” Phantom turned wide eyes on Tim. “All of you?”

Bruce simply stared as Tim managed a weak, “No?” Even if, technically, he was getting paid by Bruce Wayne.

Phantom leaned in closer to Tim and whispered. “Do you guys need help? I’ve beaten up billionaires before, I can do it again.”

“Thanks? But no thanks. Please don’t beat up Bruce Wayne.”

Phantom gasped, turning back to Bruce with way too much delight in his eyes. “It’s consensual? Wait. Does that mean he's your sugar daddy?!”

“This conversation is over.”

“What?! Why?”

“You can’t come in here with baseless assumptions about civilians and expect me to play along.”

“Alright. Not your sugar daddy, I get it,” Phantom said with a wink towards Tim, “But I thought you guys would want to at least look into it a bit more?”

“They Waynes are not a problem,” Bruce all but growled out.

Phantom raised an eyebrow. “What makes you say that?” The words said as a challenge but Tim could see no anger or annoyance in Phantom’s expression, hear nothing but glee in his voice. It was as if he didn’t want Bruce to really look into them, as if he was just looking to rile him up.

Something about the whole situation made Tim pause.

It was a bit strange that Phantom came to them with this, wasn't it? He had no reason to think that they were connected to the Waynes by more than the city they lived in. He usually did his own thing, and he had done that by going to the mansion at first, hadn't he? So what had changed? Why had he decided to involve Tim?

The glee, the probing questions, the way he slowly revealed more information… It was almost as if he—

“Wait a second. You know!”

Phantom burst out laughing. “Finally! Ancients, I thought you would see through me in like one second flat!”

Tim punched him in the arm. “You’re such an ass! I can’t believe you!” Phantom just kept on cackling.

Unsurprisingly, Bruce seemed to catch on pretty quickly as he stood up from his chair, looming over Phantom threateningly. Or trying to, as Phantom was still floating a good few feet in the air. “And you figured this out from other ghosts?”

Phantom snorted and wiped at his eyes. “Mostly. Contrary to popular belief, the dead do talk. But I wouldn’t worry too much about it, not many of them ever visit the Human Realm and I can guarantee that they have no idea who you are. They are not up to date when it comes to human affairs.”

Bruce frowned and Tim immediately recognized his patented brooding face. “That’s a security risk I hadn’t considered.”

It must have hurt him to admit it, but Tim couldn’t really take any joy in it; he was right there with him. Tim groaned as he dragged a hand through his hair. “Aren’t they supposed to not tell any secrets?!”

Phantom laughed, shaking his head. “Oh, they very much do.”

“Well, considering a certain someone, I guess it shouldn’t come as a surprise,” Tim said with a pointed look at Phantom.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?!” Phantom exclaimed in mock anger. “Have you guys considered not dying? I mean, man, I thought I had a problem with staying alive.”

Bruce cut them off with a no-nonsense, “You will not tell anyone about this.”

Phantom mimed zipping his lips shut. “Silent as the grave.” Then he pursed them in thought before adding, “On one condition.”

Tim saw the way Bruce tensed and couldn’t help the way he himself also tensed with anticipation. Phantom could ask for anything.

“What?” Bruce asked bitingly.

“I want some of those cookies that were in the oven. They smelled amaaaazing!”

Bruce silently turned back to his monitor, not gracing that with an answer. Tim grabbed a hold of Phantom’s—thankfully currently corporeal—arm and dragged him from the room as he said, “I’m sure Alfred would love to give you some cookies. You can come over for dinner and we can talk.” Tim paused and then continued, “And you can explain what’s going on to Jason and Damian. I’m sure they’re both freaking out.”

“Non-living dinner?” Phantom asked hopefully and the bizarre question almost made Tim stop walking.

“Yeah? Alfred usually cooks it first.”

“Sure, but, you know, does it stay dead?”

“Yes?” Tim asked with equal parts incredulity and dread.

“Alright!” Phantom beamed. “Count me in!”

Tim had a feeling that he had just made a grave mistake.

[duuhrayliegh]

bartender!eddie x dancer!reader

just an idea i’ve been tossing around, lmk what yall think!!!

okay but imagine that eddie munson finds himself at a burlesque lounge on the sunset strip. he’s immediately entranced by the energy and the music and the women. he absolutely had to get out of hawkins so he made the trek to LA, hoping to find some smidgen of fame with his guitar skills. instead he finds burlesque. he finds the dancing, the jazz, the women, the drinks, the overall ambience and he just knows he has to be apart of it. so he finds the band manager, begs for an audition for the band only to be redirected to the owner who denies his request but offers him a position as a bartender. does he want to be serving drinks? no, but it’s a foot in the door.

so he stays, serving drink after drink, longing to be performing in the band, performing for the hundreds of customers that pay the overpriced cover charge of the burlesque lounge. he makes it a weekly habit to ask if the band needs coverage for the guitarist, and every week the band manager says no. so he falls into a monotonous loop, one that involves him creating cocktails, checking IDs, applying an almost ungodly amount of eyeliner (and subsequently never being able to get it all fully so he looks like a raccoon as he reapplies), acquiring a numerous amount of tattoos from his tips at the bar, continuing to write songs and aching to be on the band stage. 

all of this causes him to slump. he would never admit it of course. but he’s single, in his mid-twenties, working at a bar that is continuously packed with some of the most beautiful people he’s every had the pleasure of laying eyes upon. the best view on the sunset strip with no windows. no way out. he’s slowly finding himself back in the monotony that he was trying to escape from in hawkins. he’s probably about two seconds from putting in his notice when you walk in.

you stroll in, hair bouncing against your shoulders, every bit of you looks like a dream. you stand in front of his station, eyes wide and watching the women dancing. you seem in a trance, the same trance that eddie was when he first witnessed the burlesque lounge. he knows it all too well. he can tell by your general vibe that you’re new to town so he offers you a drink “on the house, baby doll” you blush at the name, your shoulders raising in an effort to shrink yourself. “you from around here?” he knows the answer but he wants a conversation, a connection, a spark, something to make waves. “unless i’ve suddenly transported back to the land of cows and endless nothingness, no i’m not from here” “well dorothy, welcome to the land of oz” he toasts your drink before reluctantly returning to his job. 

two hours later, you emerge from the backstage area, an excited look dawning your features as you approach the bar again. “you might be seeing me around here more often mr. bartender sir” his eyebrows shoot to his hairline as he cleans the wine glass in his hand. “and that would be because?” he prompted your answer while swinging the white towel over his shoulder. “because i have a dance audition” “oh you dance baby doll?” “mostly in the mirror at home, but i know that i can learn really fast” “that what you told ol’ nance up there?” “i did, and she agreed to at least let me audition” he leans against the bar top, his hands coming to rest just beside yours on the dark grain wood. “you’re ambitious, anyone ever told you that?’ he watches your lips curl into a beaming  smile, clearly praise looks good on you “i tell myself that every day” 

your finger taps the tip of his nose before you bounce off the barstool. he watches as you flit out of the door of the bar yelling a quick goodbye over your shoulder. he realizes now that his life is about to get a whole less monotonous with you around and he can’t help but smile about that. 

[coleskingdom]

Cold

Jay White x f reader

NSFW Minors DNI 18+

For @madhatterbri you wanted jealous the man is United Empire green. Thank you @midwestmade29 for reading and going back and forth with me.

“You look fantastic. What are your plans with Skye tonight?” as Jay helped clasp the necklace as I put on lipgloss. “Honestly not sure, she just said we were going out for dinner and drinks. It’ll be fun.” knowing the question coming next. “Is old golden boy and his boyfriend going out joining you and Skye this evening ?” I roll my eyes in the mirror looking at him “Honestly I’m not sure, but if you weren’t t so grumpy you should come with me.” smiling sweetly. “No thanks but if you want to stay in, I can think of a few things more interesting than taking dinner and drinks.” his beard tickling me as he leaned into kiss my neck. “ Jay, I’m looking forward to this , but those interesting ideas I want to hear about them when I get back.” Pulling away and heading out the door.

Of course my luck would have it that Will and Kyle both were there. I tried to relax as I sat next to Skye, “You okay” she asked a bit of concern in her voice, “Yeah I’m alright, but I can already feel my phone going off.” Sighing reaching for my phone. Answering the FaceTime, “Hey, what’s up?” my voice cheerful, “How’s dinner? How’s Skye?” his voice too cheerful “We’re good, here with Kyle and Will” my voice hesitant but Skye leaned in “Hey Jay” Skyes voice “I’ve got our girl and I’ll get her home safe tonight.” I could tell from his quick answer back that he wasn’t thrilled . He let her go, and Skye handed me back the phone. “Shake it off. Have some fun.” ordering another round for the table. Dinner was so much fun, and I agreed to go out dancing with them. I dance with Kyle , Skye and Will when some girl spilled her drink on my top. “Hey take my jacket, go clean up in the bathroom.” Will stripping off his jacket. “ Thanks I appreciate it more than you know. Whatever it was. It’s sticky “ taking it gratefully. I went to the bathroom and changed glancing at my phone.

Jay-

You didn’t mention anything about spending the night grinding on Will.

I found Skye “ Hey I’m gonna go, I need to get home.” she hugged me, “Go home and get your man” I laughed half heartedly.

I was outside the door of the house when I realized that I was in Wills jacket, the united empire green with the Billy goat symbol. I had no choice but to walk in.

“Sweetheart there you are coming home in your new lovers jacket” the bottle of scotch on the table nearly empty . “Jay a girl spilled her drink on me. Will offered me his jacket that’s all.” my voice calm. “Did he lick you clean?” the jealous tone maddening. “ Yes Jay, he took off my shirt in the middle of the club, and licked my chest. Then I got to wear his jacket as a prize.” throwing my wet shirt and bra at him.

“Bravo, the award for pretending that she didn’t enjoy grinding on Golden Boy goes to you my dear.” Raising his glass to me. I reach for it “Your obsessed with this thing with Will. Is that what you want to see me fuck him Jay while you watch? Do you want me to take him in my mouth? Do you want me to straddle him and ride him all night ? Since you already think he licked me what if he puts my knees to my shoulders and just ruins me. Which is it?” looking him dead in the eyes as I drink his scotch.

I saw the flash in his eyes before he was on me. “There she is my little vixen. No the only one that gets any of that is me. “ He kisses me roughly , his mouth tastes of the scotch , his hands threaded through my hair holding me to him. Releasing me his hands reach for the zipper of the jacket, pulling it down and throwing it in the floor. I moan as his mouth finds my neck tilting my head giving him better access as one of his hands grips the back of the neck walking us backwards. My ass hits the back of the dining room table,as his hands now focus on the buttons of my jeans. My hands going to the hem of his shirt pulling it off of him. He let me run my hands over him and kissing him, the man was intoxicating. “I’m going to give you something golden boy could never .” I bite his lower lip “ Shut up about him and fuck me.” a low growl in his chest. “That’s it darling girl tell me, tell me what you want.” His breath against my ear my nipples hard against his body. “Turn around” the heat in his voice sends a jolt of desire through me. I do as he asks my bare torso against the cold wood of the table. He finishes pulling off my jeans and panties as I spread my legs a little bit further apart, and arch my back at him. My lips part as I feel the first slide of his fingers. “You’ve been thinking about this, the question is which one of us gets you this wet?” His fingers moving faster, then disappear from my body. “I asked you who Sweetheart?” I feel his cock pressed against my entrance “Jay it’s always been and will forever be you “ I moan as he slides all the way in.

This is the Jay White of the early days in the ring and in our relationship. The seemingly cold, volatile arrogant bastard who intrigued me like no one else, who took me where and when he wanted, with no apologies but full of passion.

Rough, calloused hands slide over my curves to fit beneath me, one settling on my clit, seizing the bundle of nerves between his thumb and finger; the other to cup the front my neck, securing me gently as his body folds over mine, until his chest meets my back, all while he continues mercilessly driving into me.

"You're mine."

"I'm yours."

"I want this to work between us."

"Yes!" I manage to get out through pants.

"You're about to come," he grits out, his cock swelling more inside me with each thrust, telling me he's not far behind me. His fingers, now slick, work against my clit with a sense of urgency, hard and fast circles that make me want to spread my legs wide for him.

The rush hits me and my muscles begin to contract. In answer, he angles his hips to thrust harder into me, the sensation so overwhelming I'm unable to hold back my cries of ecstasy as a mind-paralyzing, explosive orgasm rips through my body, leaves me a quivering mess.

"Fuck!" Jay presses his mouth against the back of my neck to muffle his cries. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, spilling his release into me, leaving me slick and sore and so utterly satisfied.

Silence surrounds us as we lie on the table, limp, him draped on top of me, his heartbeat pounding against my back.

He pulled himself from me ,then left as I tried to regain my composure. I heard the bath tub running, he came back from our room with my robe and put it on me gently. “Go get in the tub while I make you something and get you a bottle of water.” he kissed me and sent me on the way. I hear my phone ring Jay answers it as I settle deep into the tub the warmth enveloping my body as I close my eyes.

[misakura250]

Tighnari

Obedience

Afab reader, no pronouns, oral (f receiving), spit swallowing, pet names (calling tighnari “puppy”), heat mention, female dominance, cowgirl, face riding, knotting, unprotected sex, creampie, somnophelia, dubcon, tighnari being a brat, hair-pulling, overstimulation, grammar errors, not proofread. Please DNI if uncomfortable.

Tighnari had been a total brat the entire day, getting all snappy with you, being sarcastic and overall just being a bit more of a jerk than usual. It wasn’t like him at all to be THIS bad, so what was going on with him? You go to ask as he’s working at his desk, but before you can even get a word in he shushes you. “I’m busy right now, go away.” He says, only half paying attention to you. Fine, okay, if that’s how he wants to be that’s how it’ll be. You left him be and gave him the silent treatment the entire day, though he didn’t even notice.

Once nightfall washes over the land, you both crawl into bed together, but instead of cuddling you, holding your hand or even facing you, he turns away. You’ve had enough of this behaviour by now so you ask him “Nari, what’s up with you? You’ve been so snappy and cold.” You say, and he can hear the slight pout in your voice. He sighs and turns over, looking into your eyes “I’m sorry, I’ve just had a rough week… I’m… going into heat soon.” He said, embarrassment causing his face to flush. Ah, that makes sense, that’s why he’s been so hormonal.

You smirk at his flushed state and before he can retaliate, you push him to the bed by his shoulders, straddling his waist. “You’ve been a little bitch all day and you expect me to just not do anything about it? I guess your time of the month has impacted more than your shitty attitude.” You said as you grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to look you in the eyes, “well? Anything to say for yourself?” He winced slightly at his hair being pulled “I-I’m sorry, okay!” Your smirk widened “that’s not genuine enough, sorry~” parting his lips with your thumb, you kiss him roughly, causing him to whimper and squirm due to the friction making your crotches rub together “a-ah, [name] p-please- ah-” you force his mouth open and spit in it meanly, forcing him to swallow. Well that sure shut him up as he just lied there, waiting.

You saw this as a perfect opportunity to strip your clothes off, and hover above his face. “Well? Start licking like the good puppy you are.” You said sternly, and he looks at you with an embarrassed gaze before sighing and grabbing your thighs, gently spreading your lips before rubbing his tongue between your folds, lapping at the slick glazing his chin. You two form a rhythm, riding his face almost desperately to catch your high and he leads your pace. You thought you weren’t, no matter the situation he’d always have the upper hand, you refused to believe this but deep down you knew. Clouds of white spotted your vision as a wave of pleasure washed over you as you felt your orgasm wash over you, his lips latching onto your hole, drinking your release and not letting a single drop fall from his delicate, pink lips. “Better?” He asked with a cocky smirk on his face as he held you up, still a bit weak from the intense orgasm. You signed, knowing that he had won, that round at least, you had something else in store for him.

You put your hands against his chest for leverage as you slid down his girthy length, archons, the stretch was so good every. Single. Time. He wasn’t expecting the sudden warmth enveloping his cock, causing him to let out and embarrassingly feminine moan “A-ah~ a-a little warning next time?” He whimpered softly, drawing a sharp breath “not if you’re going to be a little shit next time” you said, riding him hard and fast but purposely avoiding your G-spot. You were going to make him cum first, period. Sharp whines and moaned struggled out of his cute wet lips, damp with your previous release. “P-please, [name], slow downnn.” He pleaded, his cock throbbing as he got painfully close to cumming. You chuckled “As if.” Before slowing down as you felt his knot form inside of you, his cum painting your insides white with an impressive amount, but none spilling out due to his thick knot inside of you. “Good boy~” you whispered softly to him as he whimpered and jerked, his orgasm washing over him intensely.

Before he could even stop cumming you started moving again, meanly chasing your own orgasm as he started to ache from overstimulation “Ah~ a-a-ahhh~ [name] p-please! Ahh~” you barely even heard his pleading as you rode him, the pleasure making your mind hazy. The pleasure was too much, he couldn’t take it. He passed out, going limp into the mattress, but you didn’t stop, oh no, you continued fucking him into the mattress. If he got to cum so did you. You didn’t even realize it when you came, your legs shaking as you collapsed on his chest, squirting all over his thighs, cock, abdomen and the mattress. Archons it felt heavenly but you were completely spent. You gently played with his hair and he soon woke up, still inside of you but now soft. He blushed at the situation and sighed “I passed out, didn’t I?” You giggled “yeah, yeah you did.” You said with a smirk, gently playing with his fuzzy ears “so, will you continue being a little shit to me or are you going to be a good puppy?” You ask with a grin, already knowing the answer. “I… I’ll be a good puppy…” he muttered, not wanting to get overstimulated to the point of fainting again. “Sorry, what was that?” You asked, teasing him. “I… I said I’ll be a good boy for you.” He glared “happy?” You smirked “very” you nuzzled into his chest happily and slowly fell asleep, deciding that the mess was a later issue. You were so tired, and his arms were so comforting. It was perfect, falling asleep in his arms, his soft floral musk and soothing heartbeat lulling you to sleep.

Thank you for reading, this is my first time writing so sorry if It’s bad.

[tinycherry0]

Pretty as a Picture

Abby Anderson x shy!artist!fem! Reader

Okay so this is the first fanficton I’ve written in a quite while, don’t expect this to be a normal occurrence lol. I’m only writing this because it’s an idea that I had that needed to be written into existence 😭 (also side note this turned out to be longer than I anticipated 💀) so enjoy!

This wasn’t the first time you’d been assigned with Abby for a patrol; yet every time you were assigned with Abby you got nervous jitters, butterflies in your stomach, heart aching, and mind racing about being around her.

You couldn’t help it, she was single-handedly the most attractive woman you’d ever met. Her strong, secure, and powerful persona made your knees and heart weak. Along with her well-built muscular figure, cute freckles that adorned her face and toned arms, and the rare times when she did smile made you melt.

So when you found out you were assigned on a patrol with her in the morning? You couldn’t help but be giddy with excitement.

You stripped out of your clothes until you were in your tank top and underwear, leaving the rest of your clothes neatly laid out on a chair next to your bed for in the morning. You lit a candle on your nightstand for light, shifting to your black-leathery worn cross-body bag you took everywhere with you, searching for your sketchbook and pencil. You smiled to yourself as you found them, closing the bag and placing it at the foot of your bed. You wanted to see if you were able to draw Abby without her as a reference.

I probably should be going to bed though..is it creepy to draw someone you barely talk to without their knowledge?..

You shook the thought, opening your sketchbook and gliding the pencil on the paper as you recalled memories of being around Abby. Her strong and beautiful features, freckles that danced around her pale skin, cute lips and nose, and powerful blue eyes that bore right into your soul.

A half hour of sketching later, you were still unhappy with the results. It just doesn’t look right you thought. You pursed your lips in frustration as you shoved your sketchbook and pencil back into your bag, hoping that tomorrow there would be a window of opportunity to draw Abby when you were with her, when she wouldn’t notice.

The last thing you needed was to embarrass yourself in front of Abby. What if she saw it and thought you were a total creep? Drawing her without her knowledge or permission? You couldn’t have that.

You tried your best to shut down all negative thoughts as you blew out the candle you lit, drops of white wax now littered around the candle holder. You plopped your head against the pillow, closing your eyes, waiting for sleep to take you.

You woke up the next morning as your alarm blared. You were lucky enough to have one, this one you found on a patrol a few months ago. The clock read 4:30 AM as you shut off the loud noise, quickly getting out of bed and getting dressed. Normally you would have been tired, especially considering you had only gotten 3 hours of sleep but all you could think about was Abby, aching to be around her. You dreaded being late, as you didn’t want Abby to think of you as an unreliable slacker. No, you wanted Abby to see you as you saw her.

You brushed your hair and made yourself look presentable, making sure you didn’t smell and that you were decently clean. You grabbed your cross-body bag and put on your boots, heading out to the spot you said you’d both meet.

You were supposed to just look around the area for supplies and infected, nothing really special. Soon enough you saw Abby standing tall by the spot you said you’d both meet.

The sun wouldn’t rise for another half hour so it was still slightly dark out, but luckily you had your flashlight with you.

“Ready to go?” Abby’s powerful voice rang through your ears, already making you feel weak with want for her. You nodded your head, smiling slightly up at her as she nodded. You both started walking, not saying much of anything, just enjoying hearing the trees rustle in the wind, birds chirping around you along with crickets and cicadas.

Abby walked slightly ahead but still beside you, making it easier to look at her without her knowing. You couldn’t help but stare, but little to your knowledge she knew your eyes were on her. She smirked a little and narrowed her eyes back to you, making your face engulf in a pink blush.

You look away quickly, pretending there was something oh so interesting up above you, trying to look anywhere but at her. She chuckled to herself, making you blush even harder. “W-what’s so funny?” You mentally punched yourself for saying that aloud, but your mouth spoke before you could even think about what you were saying.

“Hmm..it’s nothing, don’t worry about it.”

About an hour passed but with little luck. You both found a small abandoned convenience store that had a bottle of rubbing alcohol, some large bandaids but most importantly some bottled water, but that was it. You both stopped by a cliff side that had 2 decaying logs laying across from each other as seats, both talking one of the bottles of water and sitting separately.

As Abby stared out into the cliff side, you took notice how the warm morning sun lighting up her features made her look so breathtakingly beautiful. You took out your sketchbook and pencil, flipping to a blank page and started sketching. It’s now or never you thought.

Abby hadn’t said much, aware of the fact that you were drawing something but didn’t ask you about it, just letting you do your own thing. But it wasn’t until she noticed your glances up at her every so often that made her intrigued in what you were drawing.

You both sat silently for about 15 minutes, Abby making use of the time by cleaning her weapons, pretending not to notice your eyes scanning her features every once in a while. But while you were engaged in sketching, she silently got up and crept behind you, making sure to be dead silent with each step. As she got behind you and leaned towards your figure, you almost had a heart attack hearing her voice behind you.

“Whatcha drawin’?”

She had a smug smirk plastered on her face, face inches from yours as you nearly jumped out of your seat. You quickly looked at her, arms clutching your sketchbook to your chest and face red with embarrassment as your mouth hung open in shock. You tried to say something but you couldn’t, so you averted your eyes and shyly handed your sketchbook to Abby. She took it from you and her eyes immediately widened as her face grew red and mind raced.

How the fuck did she draw this so quickly? I look like a fucking goddess!! And she captured my facial features and muscles so good??

It was confident to say that you left Abby Anderson speechless that day. But while her mind was racing with thoughts of holy fucking shit this is amazing, you thought her mind was raving about how much of a creep you were. You grew more and more nervous with each passing second, starting to regret drawing her until Abby finally spoke up.

“I..I don’t know what to say..” She chuckled and had a slight smile on her face, still engaged in your talent.

“Do..do you think I’m creepy? I’m sorry I drew you without permission, it’s just that-“ She cut you off.

“What?? Are you kidding me? I absolutely love this. You’re artwork is insane, you captured me perfectly.”

You jolted your head up at her words, looking into her eyes for any sort of doubt, but you found none. She was being genuine, and her smile made your heart melt along with her complements. “You really think so?” You also smiled up at her.

She nodded and sat down on the log next to you, looking back at the sketch. “What compelled you to draw me anyway?” Abby asked you, looking at you with a soft smile.

“I..um…I..uh…“ You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t spit out the reason you drew her! You couldn’t just casually say you drew her because she was the hottest woman on Earth even though it was true and what you were thinking. You blushed and looked away, trying to come up with a believable fib but before you could, Abby spoke up.

“Ohhh, I see..you have a crush on me, don’t you?” She smirked at you, inching closer to your face, looking at you up and down with half lidded eyes.

You weren’t expecting Abby to be so forward. You couldn’t even look her in the eyes, just mindlessly looking at the floor and toying with the strands of your hair nervously. That was until she lightly grabbed your chin and made you meet her gaze. You looked at her with wide eyes, lips parted and cheeks pink with embarrassment.

“I asked you a question, pretty girl..you gonna answer it?”

Your face was pink before, but now tomato red at what Abby had called you. Your heart felt like it was going to thump out of your chest but you managed to stutter out a sentence that was barely over a whisper.

“I-um..I do..have a..crush on you, Abby.” You could barely keep your voice steady as you said it, eyes still looking into hers. She just smirked at you and looked you up and down, letting go of your chin but inching her face closer.

“Hmm..that’s what I thought when I kept noticing your eyes on me. You’re not very sneaky about it y’know.”

She was so close to you. All your senses were flooded with the smell of her pine soap you loved so much.

“Um, sorry about that..I couldn’t help it.”

“You couldn’t help but stare at me? That’s cute. Why? What’s so interesting about me?”

She was so straightforward it was driving you crazy. Did she really expect you to answer a question like that??

Yes, she did.

“I..well..that’s a hard question to answer. There’s a lot of things about you I like..but, if I have to be honest, I’ve never met someone as captivating as you.”

You couldn’t believe you said it. You looked away in embarrassment, toying with your hands, face flushed as your heart felt like it was going to explode for the millionth time.

“Well, I think you’re pretty captivating yourself. You’re cute, and you draw really damn well. I’d like to get to know you better, if that’s okay with you.”

Abby got up from the log you both were occupying and grabbed her backpack, swinging it up onto her shoulder. You looked up at her and smiled warmly.

“I’d like to get to know you too.”

[austinsmutler]

The Wonder of You - Austin!Elvis x Reader

Summary: While on your honeymoon in Hawaii, you and Elvis decide to try something new in the bedroom: taking photographs. You're a little bit unsure at first but Elvis is keen to show you how beautiful and truly sexy you are.

What you’ll like: Kinky Elvis, newlywed vibes, emotional connection while also just getting railed, erotic photography, Elvis appreciating every inch of you

Words: 1,600

Warnings: None, but there is some consensual smut. Minors DNI.

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You giggled as Elvis carried you over the threshold into the small hotel room. Small, because you had had a private wedding at Graceland and wanted to keep things private, if only for a week before he’d be back on tour. That meant a small honeymoon, far away from prying eyes.

So, one private plane trip to Hawaii later, here you were. The hotel was small, but the staff were known for their discretion, and for the first time since… ever, you and Elvis were alone. No Colonel, no screaming fans, no Memphis mafia. Just  husband and wife.

“Elvis! Put me down!”

“Okay,” he grinned as he threw you on the bed. You screamed and bounced before scowling up at him.

“Was that really necessary?”

“Definitely.” He smirked, framing you with his fingers. “Mrs Presley, you look like a pretty lil painting.”

Heat rose to your cheeks. Elvis turned and locked the door, and you couldn’t help but rake your gaze over his body. You’d traveled in simple clothing to avoid suspicion: you in a sky-blue button-up dress, him in black trousers and a matching shirt that was barely buttoned down, the hair on his chest visible. You wanted to feel that body against yours, wanted so many things only he could give you. 

Elvis turned and saw you squeeze your thighs together. He smirked, before a thought occurred to him and he bit his lip. 

“What is it?”

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try.” 

You sat up and beckoned him forward with a finger, leading him down for a kiss. “Tell me what you want.”

He made short work of your dress, stripping you down to your lingerie in minutes. While the dress was simple, your wedding lingerie made you look like a winning lottery ticket. White lace with black detailing, shimmering with rhinestones with every shaky breath you took. 

Elvis stood above you, taking in your whole body before he leaned down and whispered, “I want to photograph you like this, honey. Just like this.”

You shuddered as hot hands trailed down your bare sides. Need shot straight to your core, pulsing in tune with your rapid heartbeat. 

“Okay.” You whispered. 

“Really?” Elvis pulled back with an almost boyish grin on your face. You bit your lip and nodded.

“Anything for my husband.”

 Elvis pulled away to rummage through your suitcase. Light filtered in through the hotel window, bathing the room in a golden sunset glow. Elvis found the camera and turned around, humming as he took in every inch of your body. 

“Mmm, My wife is so beautiful.” 

“Elvis.” You gasped out a laugh, but it did nothing to hide the flush of your cheeks. The darkness in his eyes was intense enough, but with the camera that hovered over you, unblinking, you could combust at any moment. 

“Look right into the lens, baby.” Elvis breathed, and you heard the click of the camera as he captured you, laid out on the navy blue hotel sheets. You bit your lip and he took another photo. Then another. And another. 

Elvis focused all his attention on you, hands drifting over your bare skin, caressing your sides, your thighs. Positioning the blue satin to his liking. Snap. Snap. Snap. A shiver ran down your spine with every photo. 

“Open your mouth just a little, baby. That’s it, you’re beautiful.” Elvis murmured, hardly blinking as he drank you in. 

You grew wetter with every click of the shutter, much to your surprise. This was not something you’d considered before- cameras were for public and family events, not capturing the most intimate moments of life. E

ven wearing lingerie, this was the most naked you’d ever felt. The space between you and your new husband scorched your skin, goosebumps rising as he positioned his body over yours for a close-up. 

Elvis was hard already, grinding slowly against you, capturing your every reaction as his length rubbed against you. The gasp you made when he pulled your bra down to tweak a nipple, the sigh when his tongue found the sweet spot on your neck and he sucked, turning the skin deep purple. 

You probably weren’t even in focus for half of these, Elvis’ attention focused in front of the camera instead of behind it. But the clicking shutter still urged you both on, pulling a moan from low in your throat.

“You’re so beautiful.” He put down the camera to take your face in his hands, exploring your mouth with his tongue as if for the first time. His fingers hooked your bra strings, starting to slide them down your shoulders. “Can I take these off, baby?”

You knew what he was really asking, and nodded shyly.

“If you’re not comfortable, we can stop.”

You hooked your hands around his neck and pulled him down, wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him closer. “I want it. Please, don’t make me beg.” 

He purred against your neck. “Maybe later.”

Elvis sat up in bed, taking you with him so that you were on top. “Go sit on the end of the bed.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion, but with a glance there, you understood. At the foot of the bed was an enormous mirror that spanned almost the length of the wall. 

You sat. Waited. Held your breath.

“Spread your legs.” Elvis had the camera back in hand now, the clicking of the shutter resuming. He kissed down your neck and slid the bra from your shoulders before tossing it to the other side of the room. 

You both groaned as his fingers found your wetness, rubbing you through the lace. “You like this, hmm Mrs Presley?”

You could only nod, reaching up to hook an arm around the back of his neck. “Please, E, please-”

What were you begging for? You couldn’t say. Couldn’t think as a finger dipped inside your panties and slid inside with no resistance. Before you could think of anything, two fingers curled inside you, hitting your spot with practiced ease. 

“This what you want, baby?” 

You whined, bucking your hips as his fingers stilled, waiting for an answer. You slapped his arm and Elvis chuckled. 

“Is that a no?”

“Please. Please make me cum, I need to-” Words dissolved into a moan as Elvis redoubled his efforts, bringing you torturously close to the edge before his fingers stilled again. 

“Why?” Tears sprang up behind your eyes. Elvis grasped your chin and turned you to face the mirror, where his eyes were black with lust as he scanned over your body. 

“Because, wife, when you come tonight, it’s going to be because I’m inside you. Fucking you. I could get you there with my fingers right now, but I’d rather use my cock. What do you think?”

He punctuated the question with a few slow pumps of his fingers that left you bucking your hips, desperate for more contact. 

“Fuck me.” 

Click. 

Heat surged through you as you thought of the photo he’d just taken: you were almost completely naked while he was still fully-clothed, two fingers knuckle-deep inside you. Your mouth open and panting, legs spread obscenely wide while he nibbled on your earlobe, whispering filthy things in your ear. 

Elvis spun the two of you around so you were on your back on the bed, him kneeling between your legs, taking the white lace of your panties between his teeth, slowly tugging down your last item of clothing and flinging it over his shoulder. 

His hot breath crested over your clit and had you tangling your hands in his hair, tugging desperately. “Please, you don’t need to- to-” 

You stuttered as his tongue licked a slow trail to your clit, hips bucking as he set to spoiling you with his mouth. He slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, never once taking his mouth from you until your whole body quivered. 

Elvis sat back to remove his shirt and trousers, which joined your underwear in a pile on the floor. 

He knelt upright on the mattress, gripping your hips to pull you onto his cock. You both groaned as he sank into you fully, your legs wrapping around his hips and digging into his ass. If you’d stammered before, you were completely incoherent, unhinged as Elvis tortured you with slow strokes at first, before building up until the only sound that filled the room was slapping flesh. 

“This what you wanted?” Elvis reached down to squeeze your breast. “This how you like it?”

“Deeper. Please, deeper. I n-need to feel you.” 

Elvis growled and grabbed your hips with bruising force, hitting somewhere inside you’d never felt before. Everything else in the hotel melted away, your only anchor to reality was the soft sheets fisted in your palms as Elvis pounded into you relentlessly. 

“Need you to come for me, baby.” Elvis’ blue eyes were dark with lust, body slick with sweat as he showed no signs of slowing. 

You could do nothing but nod as he sped up, thumb pressing on your clit until you came in a blaze of white light and moans. Your whole body shook as Elvis followed you over the edge, releasing inside you. 

He slowly pulled out and collapsed beside you, panting. Neither of you could speak as you caught your breath, still clenching around nothing. 

When you could speak again, you turned to smile at your husband. “Well, that was a good start. What do you want to do now?”Elvis rolled on top of you with a growl, burying his face in your neck. “Mrs Presley, we are just getting started.”

[mystique-6]

Kinktober Day 11: Blindfold

Summary: Astarion introduces the blindfold into their sex life. A good time is had by both.

Hello! My hyperfixation on Astarion has got me in the writing mood so I will be participating in Kinktober using @flightlessangelwings Kinktober list. The pieces may be part of a bigger fic(s). I have started the fic. If you like these pieces in this series, please consider checking out my main fic, This is Me Trying. (Can you tell I like Taylor Swift?) Either way, I hope you enjoy. I do plan on completing the 31 prompts though it will take me past October. I also have the fic posted on AO3.

Warning: Anyone under 18 do not interact. Please pay attention to the tag warnings below.

Tags: Blindfold, Restraints, Light Bondage, Light Spanking, Pussy Spanking, Light Dom/Sub, Oral Sex (female receiving), Nipple play, Penis in Vagina Sex, Vaginal Sex, Humiliation, Degradation Kink, Begging

**Everything is Safe, Sane, and Consensual**

Additional Notes: This fic involves Spawn Astarion.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything from BG3.

            Ailis and Astarion both stumbled through the door of the abandoned building of the Last Light Inn.  Neither noticed as they continued to kiss each other ravenously.  Astarion walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed and she fell backwards onto it.  He followed her, not even giving her a chance to compose herself.  He began to trail kisses down her throat.  He pulled the collar of her shirt aside to reach her collar bone and sucked on her skin there.  She gasped in pleasure as he left mark after mark, but felt a spark of annoyance when he tugged harder at her collar, trying to gain access to her breasts.

            “Astarion, stop,” she complained.  “Let me just take it off.”  He sat up to give her room to do so.

            “Sorry, darling,” he purred, watching her lustfully as she peeled her shirt and undergarment off.

            “Happy now?” she asked teasingly, arching her back a little as she leaned on her elbows to put her breasts on display.

            “Very,” he said, but made no move to continue.  She pouted.

            “Don’t tell me you’ve lost the mood,” she whined and then felt bad.  She knew he had difficulty with intimacy sometimes.  He hadn’t appeared to be disassociating, but sometimes he hid it well.  “It’s okay if you did.  We can just…”  He cut her off with a kiss.

            “I haven’t lost the mood,” he replied with a smile.  “I just wat to try something.  I was wondering how to bring it up.”  She smiled lasciviously at him, and leaned up for another kiss.  He happily returned it and she rolled him over so he was on his back and she straddled his waist.

            “Just ask me,” she murmured softly, tugging gently at an errant, white curl.

            “How do you feel about being tied up…”

            “I’m fine with that as long as you use the silk rope,” she said eagerly.  He gave her an amused smile.

            “And what about being blindfolded?” he asked.  “Are you okay with that?”  She blinked in surprise and shifted off him so she could lie by his side.  He turned to face her, brushing a strand of black-brown hair from her face.

            “Will you take it off if it doesn’t go over well?” she asked.  “I’ve done blindfolds before, but it was a long time ago.  Before…well, before things happened.”

            “If you don’t like it, I will take it off immediately,” Astarion assured her.  She thought about it for another moment and then nodded.

            “Okay.  We can try it,” she agreed and then leaned in for another kiss.  Astarion wrapped an arm around her waist and then maneuvered her to the other side of the bed.  He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out a strip of black fabric.  He held it out for her to inspect for a moment, and then, when she nodded, gently placed it over her eyes and tied the ends of the fabric together behind her head.

            “Can you see anything?” he asked.

            “No,” she said after a moment.  “There’s not even light getting through.”

            “Are you all right?” he asked.  “Do you want to continue?”

            “Yes.  I don’t think this is going to be a problem,” she said.  She was only feeling anticipation.  The fabric wasn’t triggering any memories of being pushed up against a dirt wall, even though her vision was just as impeded.

            “Let me know if it does,” he told her.  “Now, hold out your arms.”  She smiled at the firm tone in his voice and did as he asked, holding both out in front of herself.  He moved her arms and tied her wrists together with the silk rope they’d bought.  He then tied the other end to a bedpost.  She went to give an experimental tug and raised her eyebrows when she felt almost no resistance.

            “There’s not a lot of restriction in the rope, Astarion,” she said.

            “Good,” he replied.  “I want to be able to maneuver you.”  She snorted.

            “So, you intend on man-handling me?” she replied.

            “Darling, I intend on doing whatever I want to you,” he purred.  She opened her mouth to quip back, but he captured her with a kiss.  He then nipped and kissed his way down her throat before sucking a nipple into his mouth.  She keened and arched her back, pushing her breast further into his mouth.  The loss of her sight made her other senses stronger.  The nerves in the breast he was administrating to were on fire and she could feel the ache in the other as her nipple peaked.  She could feel absolutely everywhere he touched her, and she could hear him suckling her too.  Every moan from him sent heat down between her legs and she started to buck her hips up, looking for friction.

            She felt him smiled around her breast and the he released it before latching on to the other.  One of his hands traced idle designs along her hip, but he made no move to touch her where she wanted him.  His mouth left her breast and trailed sloppy, wet kisses down her abdomen.  He then quickly tore off her pants and undergarment before he ran his tongue along the seam where thigh met hip and then bit gently at her hip, not breaking the skin.  He never broke the skin.  Usually, she was relieved he stuck to that agreement, but she felt disappointed today.  She opened her mouth to ask him to bite her, but stopped herself at the last moment, biting her lip.  That was a line she wasn’t ready or even willing to cross.

            “What is it, darling?  I can see you want to ask for something,” he purred and her heart skipped a beat.  She quickly put a firm brake on her tadpole so it couldn’t expose her lie.

            “I want you to touch me,” she insisted.  His hand ran up and down her right thigh.

            “I am touching you,” he said tickling the back of her knee.

            “You know where I mean,” she replied through a giggle.

            “I’m afraid I don’t.  You’ll have to be more specific,” he teased.  “Do you mean here?”  He danced his fingers against her calf.

            “No,” she said, smiling.

            “Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully.  “What about here?”  She screamed with laughter as he began to tickle her feet.  She squirmed and thrashed on the bed, trying to pull her feet away from him, but he followed persistently.

            “No!  No!  Not there!” she cried.  “Please stop!  Please!”  He immediately moved his hand back up to her calf and pulled her leg away from the other.  She felt air on her exposed mound.

            “What about here?” he asked softly, blowing on her clit.

            “Yes.  There,” she confirmed and then jumped in shock when his hand spanked her pussy sharply.  She gasped, but he didn’t give her time to say anything as his hand came down on her again in three rapid successions.  She whimpered and his hand moved to stroke her waist gently.  She jumped when his other hand stroked her left hip.  Every touch felt so intense when she couldn’t see them coming.  She enjoyed the feel of his silky skin gliding gently over her body and then gasped at the sharp pain wherever he hit her; her breasts, her thighs, her cunt.  The burn left by the harsh treatment never seemed to fade when touch was the main sensation she could focus on. 

            Suddenly, he rolled her over onto her stomach and raised her hips in the air until she was on her knees.  Now she understood why he’d kept the rope so loose.  She jumped when he his stroked her rear and she swore she could hear him smirk.  He nipped her left cheek and then soothed the sting with his tongue.  His hand slid soothingly up her back before a sharp smack landed on the back of her thigh and she moaned.

            “Enjoying yourself, darling?” he asked amused. 

            “Touch me,” she ordered impatiently, raising her ass higher in the air, trying to entice him.  He landed a harsh slap on her right cheek and she gasped.

            “You’re being awfully demanding,” he teased.  “I’m the one in charge tonight.”

            “Touch me,” she demanded again and received three more forceful slaps in the exact same spot.  She whined and thrust her hips back towards him.  “Please.”  He snorted.

            “You want me to spank you, don’t you?” he said.  “I could.  I could spank you until every inch of your ass is bright red and feels like it’s on fire.  I could make it so you can’t sit down for a week.  Two weeks even.  Would you like me to do that to you?”

            “Please,” she begged again and then cried out when his hand slapped her so forcefully it stunned her.

            “Too bad,” he said.  “That is not what I have planned tonight,” he said and then pulled her legs further apart and lied down between them.  She cried out again when his tongue parted her folds and he began to lap at her cunt.  She thrust down onto his face, but his hands gripped her hips tightly and held her still, before they moved to her ass and squeezed, his nails digging into the abused skin.  The message was clear.  He was in charge of what she received tonight.  She whined and moaned as he slowly and thoroughly ate her out.  She felt her climax building and her thighs began to shake.  Then, just as she was about to spill over the edge, he stopped.

            “No!” she cried, gasping.  “No.  Please!  I want to cum.”

            “You’ll cum,” he told her.  “But only when I let you.”  She whined and he lowered her hips until she laid flat on the mattress.  She heard the shuffling of clothes beside her and knew he was finally removing his own apparel.  He stamped a kiss at her tailbone and then kissed his way up her spine to her neck.  He used his knee to push her thighs apart and then he slid into her soaked and needy cunt.  He moved in slowly…agonizingly slowly.  She could feel every inch of him sliding into her.  She felt one of his arms extend past her head and then felt him untie the rope from her wrists.  He didn’t give her freedom to use her arms, however.  He pinned her hands with his own on either side of her head.  He pulled back out slowly and then moved back in at the same glacial pace.

            “Faster,” she urged.

            “You’re in no position to be making demands,” he said sternly as he pulled out again.  She whined and begged as he continued at the same torturously slow pace. 

            “Please, please, please, pleasepleaseplease,” she gasped out as he moved.  He clucked his tongue.

            “What shameless behavior, Ailis,” Astarion admonished.  “You should be embarrassed.  You should be happy to accept whatever I give you.”  She whimpered and a tear leaked from behind the blindfold down her cheek.  He kissed it away.

            “Please, Astarion.  Please,” she begged.

            “Oh, all right,” he sighed, and his next thrust was much harder.  He let go of her left hand to play with her breast as he picked up his pace.  He rolled the nipple each time he thrust into her.  She felt her release building again and went to touch herself with her free hand, but he reclaimed it and pinned it with his own again.  She cried in protest.

            “You cum from this alone or you don’t cum at all, Ailis,” he said.

            “NO!  Please,” she sobbed.  His pace increased and she could tell he wouldn’t last much longer.  She tried to grind into the sheets but she couldn’t get enough friction.  “Astarion, please.  Please!  I can’t cum like this!  Please!  I need you to touch me.  Please!”  She expected him to ignore her, but his hand left hers and moved under her.  His fingers brushed her clit once, twice, and then she screamed as she went over the edge.

            When she regained her thoughts, she slowly blinked open her eyes and was surprised to find the blindfold had been removed.  She was laying on her side and Astarion had his arms around her, holding her close to his chest.  She smiled at him and cuddled closer, the fingers of her left-hand curling over his shoulder to hold him closer.  He brushed his hand through her hair and kissed her forehead.

            “How are you feeling?” he asked.

            “Never better,” she replied through a yawn and she felt him smile against her forehead.

            “Are you sure?  I didn’t go too far?  I was…well, we didn’t discuss some things.  Was I too mean?” he asked, fussing over her.  She forced herself to pull away a little so she could look him in the eyes.

            “No.  I had fun,” she assured him.  “I like it when you’re bossy.”  A wicked smile crossed his face and she knew she shouldn’t have admitted that.  She gave him a stern stare.  “Only sometimes, Astarion.  I wouldn’t try that out of the bedroom.”  He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose.  He stroked her back soothingly and she started to slip back under but she noticed he looked a little guilty.  “What is it?  What’s wrong?”

            “I think I went too far, Ailis,” he said.

            “You didn’t.  I said I liked it,” she soothed.

            “No.  I mean…I think I hit you too hard,” he replied.  She frowned.

            “You didn’t, Astarion,” she said.  “I liked everything you did to me.”

            “Ailis, you have a hand print on your ass,” he told her.  She immediately tried to crane her head over her shoulder to see, but she couldn’t.  She moved her hand back to her ass and hissed when her fingers touched a warm, raised patch of skin.  She could feel it had raised into a welt in some places and it even felt hot to the touch. 

            “Ouch,” she replied, a little shocked and then she laughed.  Astarion looked surprised for a moment and then he laughed too. 

            “I’m sorry, darling,” he said after a moment when they’d both stopped laughing.

            “It’s okay,” she said.  “I like having your marks on me.”  He groaned and buried his face in her shoulder for a moment before looking back at her face.

            “Let me grab a healing potion for you,” he said and started to get up but she wrapped her limbs around him and held him to her.

            “No,” she said.  “I want to feel it.”

            “Ailis…”

            “Please,” she insisted and he sighed. 

            “All right,” he relented.  “But you’re the one who’s explaining to the others why you can’t sit down tomorrow.”  She smiled and burrowed further against his chest.  His arms came back around her and began stroking her back.  She fell asleep in the safe haven of his arms. 

[edynsgarden]

The Orchid

Chapter 3

There had been whispers of an American Jujutsu sorcerer with a cursed technique that rendered them unstoppable. No one could identify this sorcerer by face, but they were recognizable by photos of each cursed spirit with an orchid beside it. Typically, gossip about foreign sorcerers did not carry across the ocean to Japan, the pillar of Jujutsu, but it seemed that this American sorcerer dubbed “the orchid” was the only topic of conversation in the Jujutsu world. While many higher ups and special grade sorcerers feared the arrival of The Orchid, Satoru Gojo was excited. Finally, a rival, an equal, or maybe… a lover.

Story Warnings: heavy smut, breeding kink, spanking, spitting, violence, mentions of abuse, blood

Chapter Warnings: none <3 (no smut this chapter)

Author's note: We've approached the station squad, next chapter is about to be gooood.

Chapter 0.5 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Other than the twin bed, the rest of the room was simple, it was a long bedroom, not as cramped as her college dorm with one shared bathroom. “Okay then,” Shiloh responded nonchalantly, sitting on her new bed. Something about this girl perplexed Gojo. Not to say that she is ‘unlike other girls,’ but her stoicism was incredibly confusing. Gojo was used to girls fawning over him or being completely done with his annoying antics, but Shiloh, she got over things too quickly. He could tell that the living situation initially bothered her, but now she seemed completely fine. But, little did Gojo know that Shiloh was freaking the fuck out. Not because she minded the mess, she could conjure the same clothes but folded, but she didn’t know how she would live with Gojo. Unfortunately, with the constant flow of cursed energy that was flowing into her body, her ambition and sex drive are constantly high, so she literally cannot help but want to fuck Satoru. But it’s a-okay their beds are on the opposite side of the room. No worries. 

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Oh. My. Fucking. God Shiloh thought to herself. She had just finished conjuring all of her things and was exhausted, even though she didn't expend that much cursed energy to do so. But, what she was really “oh my fucking god-ing” about was Gojo, who just walked out of a steaming hot shower with nothing on but a white towel hanging low on his waist.  “Do you need something?” Gojo asked, plummeting Shiloh from her trance. “Nope, I am all good, just tired is all. I keep spacing out.”  Nice save Shiloh! She shoots! And she scores Shiloh prayed that Gojo didn’t notice her previous staring but the smirk on his face said otherwise. But how could she not? His tall, lean body was glistening from the water that dripped off of his platinum hair. He looked oiled up like some stripped in Las Vegas. Genuinely, he was hot enough to slide into Magic Mike and no one would notice.  “It’s alright, I get it. People can’t resist these washboard abs,” Gojo joked, flexing his muscles. God help me Shiloh pleaded, she understood that he was joking but her exhaustion killed her mental resolve, one more flex or movement and she would be hopping onto Satoru.  “Shut up. Boo, this is the worst show I’ve ever seen.” Shiloh said, standing up from the bed, an attempt to humble Satoru from his obnoxious posing. But seriously, she needed him to stop as soon as possible before she jumped his bones.  “Oh so you want more? I am not giving you enough Shy?” Oh. The air made a 180 shift, and Shiloh was getting hot. But she was no pussy (said pussy being extremely wet), but aside from that fact, she does not fuck around. So she had to play the game.  “I’m not quite sure you could handle what I want babe,” Shiloh cooed in a seductive tone.  Now Gojo wasn’t sure if he would be able to survive this conversation. Shiloh’s big, brown, doe eyes glistened as she spoke, never breaking eye contact. Shiloh subtly bit her bottom lip, sucking on her cheek with a smirk.  “Oh I doubt you could handle me, babe” Gojo spoke in a mere whisper. Their faces are intimately close, noses almost touching. Shiloh licked her luscious lips, Gojo too readied himself for a night yet to come, a tent forming in his pants. And before anyone could blink, Gojo quickly gripped the back of Shiloh’s head, pulling her into a deep kiss. He didn’t understand what was wrong with him, he was never this weak, but this girl had flipped his world upside down. Shiloh fell into the kiss, pulling the two down a rabbit hole of attraction and lust. But, their moment was temporarily cut short when Gojo slightly pulled away to say “This isn’t right. But I’m okay with being wrong.” “I guess two wrongs do make a right.” 

[clarepreed]

DROWN/FILM

Story Content and Summary - 3,993 words. Kimberly and Logan are filming a drowning fetish video when things get out of hand. Explicit sex, both with a consenting adult and a victim who is unable to consent. Drowning, on-site resuscitation.

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Kimberly took the dive belt from Logan and turned it over in her hands, her facial expression a mixture of trepidation and interest. Her face was framed by her blonde hair, long icy strands that ran down her back. “This will keep me from floating out of frame?”

“Yeah. And I got all of these waterproof cameras off Marketplace, so we’re all set to film in the water.” Logan grinned at her. “I’ve already placed and tested them. You got the script memorized?”

Kimberly rolled her eyes, handing the belt back to him. “Is it a script if there aren’t any lines? Yeah, yeah. I’m lounging around in the shallows, touching myself, not realizing a pervert—”

“Hey!”

“What else would you call it?! Not realizing a predator is watching me until you jump in naked, rip off my bikini, drown me, and have your way with my dead body.”

“Bingo!”

“Alright. What’s our safe… well, we can’t exactly have a safe word, can we?” She wrinkled her nose, thinking. “Three eye blinks?”

“Sounds like a plan. And we’ll come up a lot for air, okay? I set us up a lot closer to the shallows than the deep end. I’ll be able to stand up and breathe most of the time, and I’ll pick you up with me. Oh, and when I first put that belt on you, take a big breath.”

“You’d better not drown me for real.” She narrowed her bright blue eyes at him.

“That would be murder. Or something.”

“I’m just saying.”

“I won’t drown you for real, but if for some reason that happened, I will bring you back. I know CPR.” He quirked an eyebrow, then briefly made his face serious. “No, seriously, I do. You’ll be fine.”

“We should at least act that out for the cameras,” Kim said. She winked at him. “It would be hot as fuck.”

“Hell yeah. Ready?”

Kimberly stripped off her white cover-up, leaving little to the imagination in her hot pink string bikini. She had moderate-sized, perky breasts and a snatched waist that flared out to rounded hips. Logan admired her curves as she walked away from him and jumped into the pool.

She spent a few minutes swimming around, familiarizing herself with the location of the underwater cameras.

After a while, she swam to the side of the pool, grasped it with one hand, and got down to business. Her soaking, bleached blonde hair trailed in the water as her eyes closed and her head tipped back. First, she rubbed her breasts through the cups of her bikini top. Squeezed them. Then she ran her hand down her stomach and slipped it inside her itty-bitty bikini bottoms. She spread her legs for the benefit of the underwater cameras and started rubbing.

Above the water, she moaned and licked her lips.

What she couldn’t see was Logan, playing his part for the camera he’d placed outside the pool. He was fully clothed, carrying the weighted belt slung over his shoulder. He watched her for a while before he unzipped his pants, taking his dick out and starting to jerk himself off.

A few minutes passed like this and he started stripping off his clothes. He flexed a little for the camera, then picked up the dive belt. Then he made his way, naked, to the edge of the pool. Logan slipped quietly into the water.

Swimming up behind Kimberly, he stared at her for a long moment, trying to portray perverted lust on his face. Then he lunged, quickly fastening the belt around her waist and then dragging her underwater.

She didn’t have time to do more than suck in a breath. Logan wrapped his legs around her and pulled her bikini top up from the bottom, exposing her breasts. He pivoted around, showing her off to the camera, then started fondling them, pinching the nipples and watching the way they moved in the water. He lifted his head above the surface and took a deep breath, then grabbed her breasts with both hands. Her nipples were erect, pressing against his palms.

Kimberly flailed, kicking her legs and striking him with her fists. He ignored her, squeezing her breasts together and rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. Air bubbles streamed from her nose, and he looked at her face, watching as her wide eyes blinked three times.

Logan nodded and grabbed her by the waist, standing them both up with their heads above the water.

That’ll be a cut, he thought. “You good?”

“Yeah.” Kim was gasping for air, but she nodded. “I’m gonna hyperventilate myself and then when I give you the thumbs up, pull me back under.”

Logan held her up with one hand, reaching under the water for his dick, trying to keep his nascent erection from wilting. He watched Kimberly’s naked chest heave, then she sucked in a deep breath and gave him a thumbs up.

He dragged her underneath the water again. He pulled her bikini top the rest of the way off, then reached for the bottoms. This time, he just yanked on the ties, ignoring her flailing fists as the scrap of fabric drifted away. She struggled hard for a while, thrashing and kicking, scratching at his chest. 

That’s gonna sting later.

He shook her, watched a cluster of bubbles stream from her nose.

Kimberly’s movements slowed. He grabbed the belt for leverage, taking a long look at her face to make sure she wasn’t blinking. She winked at him, so he took that as a sign to continue, reaching between her thighs with his free hand. He found her slit and slipped two of his fingers inside of her, making sure the motion of his hand was visible to one of the cameras.

After a moment, he released the dive belt and squeezed one of her breasts.

They moved slowly in the water while he groped and penetrated her with his fingers. He kept his eyes on her face until she blinked again, three times. Then she expelled the remaining air in her lungs, creating a dramatic cascade of bubbles as he pulled them both to the surface. 

While she was breathing, he moved his hand back between her thighs, fingers rubbing her clit. He heard her breath catch in her throat, and she reached down to press his fingers harder against her. “You ready, babe? I’m ready to be inside you.”

“I’m ready. On the count of five pull me back under.”

He kept rubbing as he counted out loud. “One… two… three… four… five.”

Then he pulled her underwater again and slipped his fingers inside her for continuity. He watched her go limp, lips parted, blue eyes staring. 

Withdrawing his fingers, he maneuvered her up to his erection, nudging the head of his cock between her folds. Surging his hips forward, he thrusted himself inside. A few bubbles escaped her nose, and she thrashed on his dick, her head shaking side to side under the water.

He gripped Kim’s hips, grinding into her, watching the force ripple up her body. Her arms floated, platinum hair streaming out in every direction.

Logan lifted his head out of the water and took a deep breath. 

Fuck, I ain’t gonna last for shit.

A short while later, Kim blinked her eyes three times. He winked at her. She furrowed her brow and narrowed her eyes.

Instead of letting her up, Logan waited until she expelled the dead air in another cascade of bubbles. Then he lifted his head, took a deep breath, and used one hand to pinch her nose closed. He pressed his mouth to hers and exhaled, hard. 

Most of the air blew out in a spray of bubbles around their heads, and when he pulled back, her eyes were wide with surprise. He tried again with a fresh lungful of air, and this time he felt the difference. Her chest swelled against him. He gave her another breath, and when he leaned back, she nodded. Then she resumed her futile struggle.

Logan pulled out, turned her away from him so that her face and body were visible to one of the cameras. Then he took her from behind, gripping her trim waist and pushing against the bottom of the pool for leverage. In his head, he was aiming for a dynamic scene where his dying victim was starfished in the water, breasts bobbing rhythmically, a distant look of fear on her face. All while he fucked her underwater.

He pounded away, thrusting in and out of her as fast and forceful as the water permitted. His dick felt amazingly hard slamming in and out of her. Her body was limp in the water, arms and legs floating, hair streaming by his face. He almost got lost in the moment.

Almost. Her arms stiffened, reached down to pry at his grip on her waist. Logan pulled out again and turned her around in his arms.

She was pale and panicked, blue eyes blinking rapidly. He gripped her hips again and thrust inside of her, watched her chin jerk and bubbles escape both her nose and mouth. He thrust again and again, staring into her eyes.

I’m close, he tried to communicate with his gaze. So fucking close…

She bucked against him, grabbed at his hands, though he couldn’t tell if that was sexual arousal or air hunger or both. Kimberly did like breath play, though that was usually limited to light choking during sex.

Still, it wouldn’t do for her to inhale pool water. Logan grabbed her throat with both hands, tightening them around her airway. Her eyes bulged; her hands came up to scrabble uselessly at her throat.

Don’t worry, I’m keeping the water out.

Her eyes rolled back.

So close…

He lifted his head above water and took a deep breath. His hips were thrusting erratically now, and he had to grab back on to the dive belt for leverage. Kimberly was clawing at him, her movements growing weak. He released her throat, trying to fend off her clawing hands and get a better grip on her body.

Kim went still, then her body jerked, her mouth opening wide as she started breathing in water in huge, painful-looking gulps. He was enthralled, grasping her hips tight, staring as she kept taking in water. Finally, she stopped moving altogether, staring through him with her open eyes.

He did soften a little then, unsure what to do with the mixture of titillation, confusion, and concern he was feeling. He went with the last feeling and pulled her up with him, their heads breaking the surface together. Her head sagged back on her neck, eyes partially open, water trickling out of her nose and mouth.

“Kim. Hey, come on. Take a breath.” Still buried inside of her, Logan took a deep breath and grasped her jaw, holding her mouth closed. He sealed his lips around her nose and blew hard into her nostrils. Repeated this five times, her breasts brushing his chest each time. She didn’t respond, and he stared at her for a long moment, breathing hard, his hips slowly humping up against her. 

Then he sank back down into the water with her.

Unbuckling the dive belt, Logan let it sink to the bottom. He turned with Kimberly and pressed her against the side of the pool. He gripped the lip above him with one hand and pressed his feet to the bottom, continuing to pump in and out of her. Her flesh, pale under water, rippled with each thrust of his hips. He was fully hard again, and she was still warm inside.

He did this for a minute before he pinned her against the wall with his pelvis, releasing the edge of the pool. Then he clasped his hands together, pressing them to her sternum. He shoved hard into her, forcing her breastbone toward her heart, the water churning and bubbles escaping her lips as he performed compressions. His dick remained buried in her the entire time.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, one, two…

The angle was awkward, but he kept his elbows straight and managed a two-inch depth, trying to circulate the blood in her body. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he didn’t think he wanted her permanently dead, or in a coma. 

…four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, thirty, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, forty…

He pumped her chest until he hit fifty compressions, then he took a deep breath above the surface. He pinched her nose closed with one hand and held her mouth open with the other before dunking his head underwater and pressing his mouth to hers.

He forced air into her, only managing about half a lungful before the air escaped them both in a rush of bubbles. Then he stuck his head above the surface and repeated the process.

After, he gripped her hips and started pounding away again. He ran his hands down and grabbed her thighs, bringing her legs up around his hips. The unprotected skin of her back scrubbed against the rough side of the pool as he fucked her.

Eventually, he brought his hands back to her chest, pinning her to the wall again with his hips. He thrust hard and fast into her sternum with his clasped hands, driving the heel of his hands hard into her body. A small number of bubbles trickled from her mouth and nose and then stopped.

…six, seven, eight, nine, thirty! Holy fuck, I’m gonna come!

Logan pulled out of her and ejaculated into the pool, his hips jerking in the water, and his hands still on her chest, pinning her in place. He pushed his own head above the water, gasping for a bit before he remembered to pull her above the surface. 

“Alright Kim, I’ve got you.” He wrapped an arm around her chest, letting the rest of her body drift while he towed her toward the pool steps. As soon as he could stand easily above the water, he scooped her limp body up in his arms and bridal carried her up the steps and onto the concrete.

Logan laid her flat, then got up, hurrying over to grab the single dry land camera. 

He brought it back over to where he’d left Kimberly, and quickly set tripod up and checked the positioning through the viewfinder. She was laying on her back, perpendicular to the camera. Her wet hair covered her face.

“Kim!” Logan kneeled beside her. He swept her wet hair off her face and tipped her head back to open her airway. Then he pinched her nose and sealed his mouth over hers, giving her what should have been a deep breath.

Instead, their cheeks bulged and air escaped her mouth in a spluttering rush.

He pulled back and opened her mouth, peering inside. She was so full of water he could see it at the back of her throat.

Logan’s face grew hot. He was starting to feel ashamed and afraid. Ashamed at what he’d done, afraid that it wouldn’t be as easy to undo as he’d assumed. She was lifeless in front of him, and he was keenly aware that he did not have an AED, and that if he called 9-1-1 there would be questions he did not want to answer.

Logan straddled her hips and tipped her head to the side, mouth toward the concrete. He stacked his hands and interlocked his fingers, then found his landmark before shoving the heel of his clasped hands into her diaphragm.

Water trickled out of her mouth.

Logan shoved his hands into her again, harder. This time, a surge of water erupted from both her mouth and nose. The pressure made her chest bulge and her shoulders shrug as she vomited up pool water. He kept at it, shoving his hands repeatedly into her upper belly. Her body made a gurgling noise each time, more water burbling up from her throat. 

To his surprise, his dick began to harden again. This time he tried to ignore it, staring intently at her face as he shoved his hands into her body over and over again.

He was hoping that once he got most of the water out of her, she would start breathing. After several more abdominal thrusts, however, Kim just laid there, empty eyes staring off into the distance. Her lips were purpling, and her face was ashen.

“Fuck!” Logan blurted out loud. He leaned forward, turning her face toward the sky before he pinched her nose closed and pressed his mouth to hers. Her lips felt cold and slack. He forced a breath into her and this time her chest rose, her pebbled nipples brushing against his chest. He gave her four more deep, lung-filling breaths.

Then he sat up and pressed his hands between her breasts. 

Logan started rapid and forceful compressions. Beneath him, Kimberly’s breasts wobbled deliciously. The force made her abdomen bulge. Gurgling and huffing noises escaped her lips, and he could hear her cartilage crackle.

Something about the way her ribcage dipped as he forced his hands into her sternum made him even harder, and he let out a moan as he counted.

“…twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!”

Logan leaned over to give her mouth-to-mouth again. He closed her nostrils with one hand and gripped her jaw with the other, holding it open as he forced his air inside of her. He gave her a second breath, then he resumed chest compressions.

“One, two, three…” He could hear water still in her lungs and stomach; she made a gurgling sound with each compression, an unusual un-ut, un-ut, un-ut sound. As he watched, foam began to leak from her nose and mouth, bubbling up and sliding down the side of her face. 

“…fuuuuuuck! Uh, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Two more deep breaths. He enjoyed the feeling of his mouth on hers, and took a few seconds to kiss her, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth. He might have thought the foam would gross him out, but all it did was lubricate the kiss. Then he gave her another breath before resuming compressions.

Un-ut, un-ut, un-ut, un-ut, un-ut… The noise burbled up out of her along with the foam. Otherwise, she showed no signs of revival. He was confused again, super aroused by the way her body moved under him but concerned by her lifelessness.

This would be better, he thought, if she were just pretending. I think. Fuck!

“…eleven, twelve, thirteen… come on, Kim, cough up the water and breathe for me! Uh… twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…”

He looked down at her senseless body. Her breasts wobbled and her shoulders twitched. The force of his chest compressions made her stomach bulge and ripple. Under his hands, her chest collapsed, making him feel like he might break bones or separate cartilage. He was still straddling her, and he could see his swollen dick every time he looked down.

“…thirty!” He leaned over, pinched her nose and pressed his mouth to hers. The foam was slippery between them as he inflated her lungs twice in quick succession. Then he was back on her chest, performing rapid fire compressions. His erection rested on her rippling belly; a distraction so pleasurable it was starting to hurt.

“…twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four… Come the fuck ON, Kim, my arms won’t keep this up forever! Don’t make this fucking murder!”

He leaned over to give her breaths, his hips humping against her involuntarily as her breasts brushed his chest. His cock ached, almost like he hadn’t come in a month instead of having just done so. He started compressions again, but they slowed, then stopped. 

She was sprawled beneath him, her perky breasts pointed toward him, her distended belly a soft resting place for his engorged member. He reached down and closed her eyes with one hand so she couldn’t look at him. Then he pushed two of his fingers into her mouth, thrusting them in and out in concert with the movements of his hips.

“Fuck it,” he muttered. He backed off of her long enough to push her thighs wide and spit into his hand. He rubbed the spit into her pussy, then positioned himself in a wide-legged kneel. Logan grabbed her hips and pulled her closer until he could thrust inside of her. 

Then he leaned forward and pressed his clasped hands back to her sternum.

“One, two, three…” Logan discovered pretty quickly that he couldn’t perform good chest compressions and pump his cock inside of her simultaneously, so he just let himself soak inside of her in favor of the life-saving maneuver. When it was time to breathe for her, he pumped his hips a few times before he gave the breaths. Then he was back on her chest.

“One, two, three, four—”

Kimberly suddenly heaved, her back bowing, a gagging sound coming from her mouth and a wave of water surging out of her. Logan turned her head to the side and started thrusting his hips again, watching as she vomited and wretched. Her body tried to flop onto her side, and he grasped her hips, pinning them in place as she gasped, choked, and shuddered.

He reached between them and found her clit, circling it with her thumb.

For a while, she laid limp on the concrete, body twisted, eyes closed and her breathing labored. Her body moved rhythmically with his thrusts. He’d gone a little soft when she started breathing, which was probably something he ought to be concerned about, but he was quickly regaining lost ground.

After a while, Kimberly took a deep breath, coughed, and let her torso flop back over, laying herself flat in front of him. He could see a reddened bruise between her breasts, watched as she reached up to press her hands there. Her eyes opened, darted around in confusion, then settled on his face.

The entire time, he was pumping in and out of her, his cock reaching rock hard status as a wave of shame rolled over him. He pinched her clit and watched her flinch, her brow furrowing.

Her eyes darted around, spotted the camera. She looked back up at him. He leaned over and kissed her, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth. He felt her legs come up, wrap around his back. 

When he broke the kiss, she popped him hard in the side of the face with her open palm.

“Ow!” he exclaimed, though he kept fucking her. She was making her own lubrication now, and his eyes almost rolled back in his head at the feel of her around him.

“You fucking bastard!” She rasped out. “My chest fucking hurts.”

She coughed, then moaned as he rubbed her clit. 

“Just wait until you see the video baby. Oh God, I’m gonna come just thinking about it!”

“Not until I do!” Kim unwrapped her legs and planted her feet, pushing up her pelvis to meet him with each thrust. She was wheezing a little as she breathed, but she kept writhing beneath him, her back arching up off the concrete.

He took a deep breath to steady himself, watched as her face changed, felt her tighten around him. Then she let out a low groan, her back bowing even higher and her muscles clenching and releasing around him. He kept thrusting through her orgasm, gritting his teeth.

He felt his balls tighten, but he held on until she went limp. Then he pulled out, stroked himself a few times, and emptied his load on her stomach.

Logan fell onto the concrete beside her, groaning.

Kim smacked him on the arm as a coughing fit took her. When she recovered, she whispered: “I get seventy-five percent of the profits, you fuckwit.”