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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 2 days ago

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MUNCHIES!

Summary: Your neighbor, Kelvin, invites you to the fair. After a night of fun you end up in his apartment.

Warnings: Warnings: Short, Smut, Humor, Neighbors

Part Three. Finale.

“I wanna fuck the shit outta you.”

His soft lips molded against yours. Warm tongue tasting like your essence. His hands remained locked on your wrist to keep you still, and then his hips started humping you, his dick gliding back and forth over your pussy.

This was actually happening. You were about to have sex with Kelvin Harrison Jr.

Your neighbor and smoke buddy.

Heads swiveling, both of your tongues flicked and moved together sensually. You nibble on his bottom lip, causing him to groan into your mouth, the sensation sending vibrations through you.

“How do you like to get fucked, baby?” Kelvin spoke with a hushed tone against your lips.

“Deep…”

“So, I can put you how I want you?”

Kelvin’s eyes flicked from your lips to your titties. He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip like the smooth dude he is. Why is he so damn fine?

“Put me how you’ve wanted me in all your fantasies…”

Kelvin’s eyes lit up. You giggle at his expression. Releasing the hold on your wrists, Kelvin sat up and grabbed each of your legs, tossing them over his shoulders. Up on his toes, he worked to tap your entrance with his tip. Kelvin slapped your clit a few times before lining himself up for insertion.

“I love the way your pussy looks right now…open and ready to take me in…shit is fucking hot…”

You brace yourself, watching as Kelvin thrust into you slowly. He shut his eyes and his lips parted. You welcome the stretch, the sensation foreign to you since it’s been a while.

“See, the perfect fit,” Kelvin whispered above you as his hips rolled to stroke you, “I knew this pussy was meant to be mine…”

Your hands run along the side of his torso, savoring the feeling of his muscles. You furrow your brows and close your eyes, focusing on the tingling in your belly and the tickle deep inside of you whenever he would pull out just to push in again.

Creamy sound. Kelvin whirled his hips to hit it from all angles, hitting your walls so good you feel yourself clamping up around him.

“Your pussy is so good, so good…”

Kelvin used one hand to wrap around a titty. You lock eyes with him and a smile grew on your face when a particular stroke had his eyes crossing.

“I think I’ll keep you.” Kelvin said with a chuckle.

“If you know what’s good for you,” You sass, reaching up to caress his face, “Fuck me harder.”

Kelvin pinned you down behind your knees and hunkered down with his toes planted firmly in the bed. The new position had your muscles aching. Kelvin started slamming into you with a stamina you weren’t prepared for.

“Oh, shit,” you look from your pussy getting plowed to his face, “Ahhhshit!”

“I’m fucking you harder, ain’t this what you wanted?!”

He’d pull all the way out to the tip before slamming back in you. He was deep and it was too much from that angle. Whenever his hips connected with the back of your thighs, you would feel his tip hit the bottom of your pussy and from your position you couldn’t push him off.

“Cum on this dick!”

You were so close and it was too intense.

He had that bed rocking.

“The more you cream on my dick, the more I fuck you. Simple.”

His sweat against your skin smelled like cologne. The softness of his body mixed with the solid ridges of his abs was a constant reminder of how this man can FUCK.

That silly banter didn’t prepare you for any of this.

Kelvin is a man on a mission. A man of his word.

“You’re making my pussy cum!”

His thumb flicked your clit as he stroked you through your release. He smiled down at you attempting to push him away. He simply leaned over you further and continued fucking that pussy good. He focused on the way his dick split you open and all you could do was claw his hips.

“I like that pain, do that shit again, ma!”

“Kelvin, fuck!” You shout.

“Give me another. One more in this position before I bend you over my bed!” Kelvin demanded with a rasp.

This nut was more powerful than the last. You probably made all the faces and he simply called you beautiful and sexy.

“I need to take a picture of this.”

When he withdrew his hips you gasp from the feeling. Your wet hole quivered from being used as you watch Kelvin grab a vintage camera.

“Is this okay?” Kelvin asked as he set up the angle.

“Yes, I don’t mind.” You give him a tired smile.

“Okay…hold your legs open and smile for me…put your head like that…good…hold it…perfect…picture perfect.”

The Polaroid slid out and Kelvin fanned it. He took a couple more shots before sitting his camera on a side table. Kelvin crawled between your legs again and started sucking on your nipples with your titties in his grasp. He savored your nipples back and forth, giving your pussy a chance to rest before he was back at it again.

“You have good dick, Kelvin.”

Both of you chuckle.

“Thank you kindly,” Kelvin grinned at you, “It just won’t go down because of you.”

Kelvin sat up on his knees. He made his dick bounce and your mouth watered at the sight of your cream all over it. You scoot over towards him, using your tongue to lick him clean. Kelvin watched you, a slight smirk on his face.

“I like how you clean up your mess…”

You suck him down with tight jaws. Kelvin reached between your legs to rub on your folds. He played all in your sticky mess and each time he lifted his fingers to see, he would suck your cum away before going in for more.

“Okay, I need that pussy again…”

You giggle, “Can’t get enough…”

“Hell no! Now turn around and arch your back so I can show you!”

You situate yourself with your face down, ass up, staring back at Kelvin while you bounce your cheeks. He settled behind you and rubbed your ass before spreading you open wide. He wanted to see how that pussy looked from the back again.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

Kelvin thrust up into you and didn’t waste time clapping your cheeks. He had a hand in your hair and one on your waist. The clapping sound reverberated through your body. The sensation of his toned hips colliding with your ass had your muscles tight.

“Fuck that pussy! Oh shit…”

He had your hair. You look up at his ceiling while he continued to dig you out from behind.

“Mhm…this how I want you…feel this dick baby…feel this big dick…”

You felt it alright. Your mouth opened to speak but no words came out.

“Should I cum in this pussy? It’s so good, baby. Should I fill you up? Hm, princess?”

“YES! Oh, gawd yes!”

“Reckless…I love that shit.”

You fall forward and Kelvin grabbed your hips to drill you. He had you creaming like he was churning vanilla ice cream with that dick. You reach back to push him off and Kelvin used that opportunity to grab you by the arms.

“Good girl…I’m a cum so good…so fuckin’ good…”

His shaky breath and erratic strokes told you all you needed to know. He was ready to cum. You throw it back on him despite your weakness and how his big dick kept hitting your spot. Kelvin let go of your hips and let you fuck him.

“Y/N…FUCK…”

His eyes snapped shut and that pretty mouth of his fell open. His muscles flexed and soon he was cumming deep inside of you.

“I’m cumming…I’m cumming…”

His voice was at a higher range and the sound of his shuddering moans had you continuing to fuck him. You slow down, but his dick remained inside of you. You look back at him, watching him take calming breaths. He locked eyes with you and a serene smile spread across his lips. Kelvin gave your ass an appreciative slap before pulling out of you. He fell in a heap on his bed, an arm draped over his eyes. You could feel his cum dripping to the bed as you move to snuggle next to him.

Kelvin pulled you against him and placed a kiss on your forehead.

——

Busy. Busy. Busy.

You’d been missing Kelvin like crazy. He was currently in Atlanta for press and you hardly had time to talk to him on the phone. Long days of interviews and photo shoots in between kept him busy. You understand, but it’s been a week and you missed him.

He promised he’d be back to see you since he had to be in Cali for press anyway, but it was for a short while. You were on your way back from a hair appointment when Kelvin FaceTimed you. You rush to answer, his face in view from his bed. He was laying down with his durag on, staring at you with a tired smile.

“KELVINNNNNNN!!!!!”

He laughs, “Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!”

“I MISS YOUUUUUUUUU.”

“I MISS YOU MORRRREEEEEEE!!!!” He screamed back.

“Bro, wha is it with that screaming?”

“My bad, A. I’m on the phone with my girl.”

You swoon. His girl.

“Tell her I said hello.”

“Aaron said Hello.”

“HIIII AARONNNNNNNN!”

Kelvin glared at you. You can hear Aaron laughing in the background.

“How you doin?!”

“Don’t respond,” Kelvin whispered to you.

“Oh hush, I’m doing good Aaron!”

“Get out, go back to your room.”

Kelvin climbed out of bed with his phone in hand. You continue to giggle.

“You really miss me?”

Kelvin looked down at you, “Of course I do. I want you to come see me. I can pay for a quick flight here in San Francisco. Are you free?”

“I am!” You replied excitedly.

“Good! I’ll send you the details. I’ve been itching to have you since I left for ATL. I need you bad. And can you bring some weed? I’m having withdrawals.”

You laugh blissfully.

“You know I got you, daddy.”

Kelvin licked his lips.

“Daddy? Mmm…I’ve been staring at all the pics you sent me too. Nasty girl…”

“Figured you needed a little something to hold you over until you come back home.”

Kelvin chuckled, “It worked. I’ve been able to have successful nuts. Now I can have a few inside of you…”

You both share a laugh. Hearing his voice and seeing his face made you feel better.

“See, this is why I need you…”

Kelvin propped his phone up on his bathroom sink and stepped back far enough to lift his shirt and show you his bulge. He was straining against his shorts. He tugged on the waistband and his dick bounced out and hit him in the belly button from the force.

“Mm…look at that pretty dick…”

Kelvin turned sideways, leaning against a wall so he could grind his hips. That dick stood up like a pole and his balls sat plump and full of cum over his waistband.

“I need you so bad, Kel.” You cry.

“Tomorrow. I got you all weekend.”

You bite your lip when he started stroking himself.

“It’s so hard,” He chuckled, “I can’t get it back down…”

“Cum for me.” You beg.

“That little voice you do…stop doing that. I gotta head out soon.”

“Please, Kel?”

You pout your lip at him and bat your eyes.

Kelvin rolls his eyes.

“Fuck it.”

He tilted the phone so that you could stare up at his dick as if he was situated above you while you were on your knees. Kelvin started fisting his dick, stoping for a second when he’d heard a thump. He peeked his head out of the bathroom for a second before returning to his phone. He took off his shirt and looked down at you.

That durag on his head with his abs flexed and his dick in his hand all at once had you slipping a hand in your pants to touch yourself.

“Don’t let Aaron come in and see you.” You tease with your fingers on your clit.

“He need to stay on his side of the fucking room then.”

Kelvin added some oil to his dick. You watch him rub it in with his fingertips before wrapping his hand around it and squeezing.

“Make sure you pack your bag after this. I need you here in my room in position when I get back from press.”

“I just might show up and suck that dick while you’re on press…”

Kelvin laughed.

“You tryna get me in trouble! Have the whole set like, who that making all that damn noise?!”

“Slurp, slurp, gulp, gawkgawkgawk—”

Kelvin almost fell to the floor.

Back in view he continued pumping his dick, eyes low and lip between his teeth. You pull your pants down further so he can watch you. His eyes fell to you fingers sinking inside your pussy and the moan you released made him grunt.

He swiped his thumb over his sensitive tip, more precum seeping out and dripping to the floor. Too bad you weren’t there to clean it up for him.

“I see that pussy creaming…fuck I can’t wait to eat you again…fuck I need you.”

“I can’t wait to feel your lips and tongue all over my pussy…”

Kelvin gripped his balls and leaned back as far as he could, his hand becoming a blur. You stroke your pussy faster, shocked expression when that familiar sensation of wanting to squirt washed over you so suddenly.

“OH SHIT—”

You were too late.

Kelvin watched with unblinking eyes and a wide mouth. You drenched your floor and sheets. Body spasming out of your control. His dick throbbed and thickened in his grasp the more his name spilled from your lips with a cry of ecstasy.

“Kelvin! Kelvin! Kelvin!”

“Fuck, Y/N!”

Kelvin tried to quiet his voice but the way that nut spilled from his balls he couldn’t stay quiet even if he tried. His feet gave out almost, so he had to brace himself on the sink. You were spent, laying in your juices with your pants around your ankles.

“See, this is exactly why I can’t get shit done. You got me cumming all over my self. Now I gotta shower again…”

“Aren’t you so glad to have me,” You give Kelvin a big, toothy grin.

“I’m so glad.”

——

“Miss, Y/N? This way…”

Overnight bag in hand, you were ushered into a grand suite with two conjoined rooms. Your eyes scan the luxury suite, a smile on your face when you were led into Kelvin’s room. He had several outfits hanging on racks with shoes to chose from during press. His favorite snacks were lined up on a table for him to chose from and he’d already cracked open a bottle of wine from the mini bar.

“Room service is on its way. Kelvin will be back soon. They left set about twenty minutes ago.”

You sit your bag next to the bed and kick off your shoes. The kind lady left you alone to look around. You open the closet and spot his clothes unorganized. In the bathroom, you were reminded of yesterday’s FaceTime. He was standing right were you are now, stroking his dick for you.

Phone out, you snap a few pictures of yourself before curiosity got the best of you. You picked up various hygiene products and read the labels. All of them you definitely wouldn’t be able to afford, and you wondered if Kelvin even used them all. You notice some pimple patches opened on the marble sink so you grab one to stick on your cheek over a growing pimple.

Back inside of his room, you make yourself comfortable. You shimmy out of your tennis skirt and baby doll top, only in your black lace bra and panties with thigh high black socks. You splay yourself out over his fluffy king sized bed, rolling around, bohemian braids falling into your eyes.

This was the life. You squeal and kick your feet.

Jump on the bed? Sure.

You stand and jump around like a big ass kid. Arms in the air, feet lifting you at a higher level. Your giggles muffled the sound of the main entrance to the suite opening. You flop down and fix your bra while making your way over to the table with Kelvin’s snacks. As you open a bag of chips, the door creaked open and two voices filled your ears

Oh shit—

“If they ask us to do a roar one more fucking time!”

“I know! I’m not equipped to do that shit right now and I feel embarrassed every time, I’m tellin’ you—”

You turn, bag of chips in hand. Standing before you with stunned eyes and mouths opening and closing like a fish out of water were Aaron and Kelvin.

“Y/N!”

Kelvin looked at Aaron and then to you and then back at Aaron, reaching up to cover his eyes. The tall, British actor with pretty eyes and muscles wore a pair of glasses with a fitted turtle neck and brown slacks.

“Uhm—shit—I’m sorry, love–my bad—”

“Aaron just turn around and pretend you didn’t just see my girl in her underwear!” Kelvin shouted.

“Okay—let me just—”

He turned and Kelvin held the door open for him. Aaron’s laugh could be heard as he made his way on the other side of the suite.

“IM SORRY!”

You didn’t know what to say. Kelvin shut his door. You lock eyes with him, unable to contain your laughter at his expression. He simply shakes his head and you walk up to him, giving him a kiss to calm him down.

“I know it’s not his fault but gahdamn! He better not have any thoughts about all this!” Kelvin grabbed your ass with both hands, “You look so good though, baby.”

Kelvin lifts you and your legs wrap around him. Those lips that you missed for a week touched yours in a hungry tangle of tongue. Kelvin stumbled over your bag, both of you falling to the bed. He sat up on his hands to look down at you. He looked damn good in his leather jacket. You stroke his arms and stare into his eyes, suddenly bashful.

“What? Why are you acting so shy right now.” Kelvin grabbed your chin, “Why?”

“You’re just too fucking fine! It’s overwhelming sometimes.” You admit with a little voice.

The voice that drove him crazy.

“If only you knew how much your fine ass makes me feel.” Kelvin said.

“Oh, do tell,” you drape your arms over his shoulders, “I’m listening.”

Kelvin leaned in to plant kisses against your neck, “You’re so funny,” his kisses traveled up to your jaw, “You’re so freaking beautiful,” he pecked your lips, “You have the prettiest smile…a banging body…a gorilla grip coochie…a nasty mouth…you roll a blunt so good you almost put my shit to shame…you’re so smart and sweet.”

“Aaaawwwwwww.”

You giggle against his lips before your tongue slipped past. Kelvin flicked his tongue against yours.

“Room service!”

Kelvin paused, listening to the commotion out in the front. You could faintly hear Aaron opening the door and accepting the food.

“Kel! Food’s here man!”

“I’ll be out, bro! Kinda busy at the moment.”

You giggle.

“Uh–huh…handle yours.”

You just knew they were going to laugh about this later.

Kelvin caught your eye before lifting to take off his clothes. You help him, eager to have him again, only this time all over his hotel room. Sorry, Aaron.

Kelvin unhooked your bra and almost ripped your panties with how eager he was to take them off.

“I can buy you all kinds of lingerie, don’t worry.”

You beam at him. And your smile could have grown wider when your eyes fall to his dick already at full capacity between his legs. You shiver at the memory of him fucking you. Deep. Long. All night.

“It’s okay,” Kelvin massages your inner thighs “you’ll be moaning and cumming in no time, baby,” Kelvin drags his hands up your body, both titties in his hand as his tongue slithered out and flickered your left nipple with so much fondness that you were speechless. While your pretty eyes watched him suck your nipples into his mouth, your pussy damn near had a heartbeat with how strongly it convulsed.

“Damn, Kel…”

You run you hand over his waves, “Gosh, Daddy, I missed your mouth on my titties...I can’t wait until you fuck my pussy, I want you so bad...make me cum...I want you to make me cum so bad I can’t wait anymore...put your lips on my pussy...Kelvin, please…”

“Open your legs,” Kelvin spoke with a low growl, “Let me see that phat pussy with that juicy clit...mmm, fuck.”

You had your legs spread wide in Kelvin’s face while he plays with your nipples. Pussy lips parted and glistening, Kelvin licked his lips to the sight of your clit poking out and ready to be sucked on. He looked up at you again with eyes so filled with lust and devotion that you wanted to cry. You were so overjoyed that Kelvin looked at your pussy like it was the most beautiful pussy in the whole wide world. Staring into your eyes, he rolled his tongue around the inside of his mouth before bringing his lips closer to your pussy and spitting on it. You could feel it trickle down to your ass.

“Ooh, fuck,” You roll your tongue across your upper lip with a sexy smile, “Make my pussy EXTRA sloppy, Daddy, cover me with all that spit.”

Kelvin grabbed his remote quickly to turn on his TV and put the volume on max. You laugh at him with a deep cackle.

“I’m sure he already heard us by now.” You joked.

Kelvin spits again, a stream hanging from his bottom lip and connecting with your clit.

“You better look at me while I eat this pretty pussy… bring that pussy here baby girl, Daddy’s hungry…”

Kelvin gets his first taste in a week. It was like savoring a sweet treat. You tasted phenomenal. He then takes his tongue, burrowing it deeply into your opening and wiggled it around to taste as much as he could. Your hips rocked back and forth into his mouth while you twirled your nipples and moaned his name. Your thighs grew tight around his head so Kelvin slaps your inner thighs with both hands to stop you from moving. When you did, Kelvin held your legs open with force and tongue-fucked your pussy. That pussy creamed and creamed on his tongue and all you could do was whimper in defeat. He was loving the taste of that pussy.

“Kelvin,” you finally finds your voice, “Yes...fuck...oh my goodness… I love it, you are having so much fun eating my pussy,” You smile with a bite of your lip. The sounds he made were killing you sweetly.

“Mmmm,” Kelvin’s tongue worked its way up to your clit. He swirled his tongue around it before slurping on it. You pressed your hand against his forehead but Kelvin grabbed your wrist to stop you. The way he twirled his lips around your clit had your hips following his movements like you were grinding to a slow jam. With each twirl of your hips, your eyes would disappear behind your lids.

A tiny slither of a moan could be heard before your body surrendered to his sucking and heavy slurping. You were cumming hard in his mouth. So hard your entire body seized up. Kelvin held your hips in place tightly so that he could finish. He finally releases your aching clit, his clean–cut facial hair shining as if he applied sheen to it.

“you don’t even know what to do with yourself I got you feeling that good, huh?” Kelvin said with a smirk.

“Mmmm, Lick it up,” You replied.

“I needed me a freak like you,” Kelvin licks your clit upon your request.

“So fucking good!!!!” You damn near screamed.

Kelvin had to stop what he was doing to look up at you. One hand over your mouth, you stare back into his eyes. That was definitely way too loud. You forgot where you were for a moment.

Once again, sorry Aaron.

Kelvin shakes his head and goes back to his meal like nothing happened.

“You got a phat ass pussy for me to just bury my fucking face in.”

“Ooh-”

Kelvin was currently finger–fucking you. Lifting your head to stare between your breasts, you almost checked out when he sucking on your clit and labia while fingering your creamy cavern. You watched him with your mouth hanging open in pure bliss. The way he sucked on that pretty pussy made you see stars.

“Umph,” you sat up on your elbows, “I’m gonna squirt-“

“That’s what the fuck I’ve been waiting on,” Kelvin says with a rough tone before slurping all on you and forming spit bubbles.

He was putting in overtime on that puss. The minute you parted your glossy lips to tell him that you were going to squirt he increased his licking, sucking, and fucking to make you shower him heavily. He wanted to finally taste it for himself. He hopes it's sweet and delicious like that yummy pussy. Holding your pussy lips open nice and wide, Kelvin could feel your waterfall splashing him the more he ate that sweet pussy.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm,” you moaned over and over on a loop. You couldn’t stop squirming until Kelvin lifts his face, taking in a deep breath before sinking his fingers inside of you so you could cum some more.

He really knows how to please a woman’s body. You didn’t even have to tell him what you liked he already knew. His fingers curled and applied pressure to your G-spot. You begin to cry, tears running down your beautiful face until you gave him exactly what he needed.

“That’s right...lay there and let me dig in this pussy...uh-huh...you gonna give me some more cum? Hmm? Huh, baby? That's what the fuck I’m talking about baby...cum on these fucking fingers...give it to me...stop playing and cum on these fingers...the way I’m in this pussy I know you got something for me...wet pussy...got me all up in this pussy with my fingers...just like that….”

“Kelvinnnn oh my god….”

It took a lot strength to keep as quiet as you can. You didn’t think your body would be able to take anymore. You fell back against his bed, your knees to your chest to keep him away from your pussy so you could breathe. Kelvin laughs while sucking on his fingers and dragging his tongue down his hand to clean all of your cum off. Thirsty, Kelvin grabs a bottle of water to drink. He retrieves another for you have. Downing his water, Kelvin has his other hand squeezing his erection. He licks his lips to catch the dripping water before sitting the bottle back on the minibar.

“Thank you,” you accept the bottle with a breathless tone, “You ate my pussy so damn good, Kelvin.”

You crawl towards him and lay flat on your belly. Ass sitting nice and pretty, you makes it bounce while drinking your water. Kelvin grabs your chin, stealing a few kisses. You bats your lashes at him before shyly looking down at his dick.

“Talk to me, baby, tell me what you want next. Closed mouths don’t get fed...don’t be shy now... you had that pussy in my mouth it’s too late for all of that.” Kelvin jokes.

“I’m still speechless!” You says while rolling your eyes playfully, “But if you gotta ask...I want that thick dick in my mouth.”

“Want me to fuck that throat?”

You licks your lips while moaning, “I miss how you feel in my throat.”

“Damn, Princess...you gotta suck on this dick right fucking now,” Kelvin climbs onto the bed and you yank him by his thighs to bring him closer. Kelvin could do nothing but smile at your eagerness to have his fat dick in your mouth.

“Oh fuck!” you gasp, “This big dick?!”

“Shhh,” Kelvin pressed a finger to your mouth, “Do you want him to hear your loud ass?!”

“Maybe he needs to hear…”

Kelvin’s dick jumped in your hand from those words. You give him a knowing look.

What a perfect big dick. Your mouth is willing and available. Perfect for deep thrusting. You wanted to ride him. You wanted to feel his dick pulsate inside of you. Feel him going in and out until you cream and squirt from how much he stretched you out.

“No other words for me?” Kelvin says in that low voice that you loved “You ready to deep throat this big dick?”

“Absolutely,” you kissed the tip of his dick softly, “Love dick in my mouth.”

“All for you to choke on, ma, put this big dick in your mouth,” Kelvin’s eyes closed slowly when your hand wrapped around his mouth-watering dick. You stroked it slowly while staring at it from every angle. The transfixed look in your eyes mixed with the softness of your hand has his balls growing tight like he was ready to bust a nut all over that pretty face.

“Oh my gosh...nice pretty dick...oooh...yum... nice big stiff dick,” you spit on his dick before using both of your hands like a salt and pepper shaker to stroke him while you sucked the tip of his dick to the sloppiest degree. The loud slurping and gurgling noises are exactly what he wanted to hear from you.

“Do it loud since you want him to hear it so much…suck on that dick, oh, yeah baby, suck on that fucking dick like that,” Kelvin held your braids up in a ponytail so you wouldn’t ruin your hair and so you could focus all of your attention on his dick. His lips parted, tiny breaths springing forth from his mouth. With a crumbling expression on his face, Kelvin couldn’t deny the control that you had over him at that moment. The way you sucked his dick all the way to the base while holding his spit covered sack, Kelvin could think of nothing but future dick sucking sessions with you. You’re a beast, no doubt.

“Goddamn, ma.”

You blinked up at him with innocent eyes. Now, you were smacking the weight of his dick on your tongue and lips before sucking him again with a firmer pull from your glossy lips.

“Fucking nasty girl...nasty girl,” Kelvin grabs his dick to slap your lips with, “This what you wanted?...this what you dream about sucking on when you really want some dick in your mouth...give anything to deep throat me.”

“Yes, so fucking hard,” You whimpered with need, “so veiny...damn I love this pretty dick—”

“Shit,” Kelvin’s dick was back in that nasty mouth. Your head bobbed back and forth, jaws working hard to keep a tight suction around him until he exploded in your mouth.

“MMPH, that feels so good, baby...choke on that dick...that’s right baby….oooh yeah...be a good girl for me…Ooh, baby, you’re gonna make me fucking cum...mmmmm I’m gonna fucking cum—”

His hips started pumping, causing his dick to reach deeper depths in your mouth. You grabbed his toned thighs, your pretty little mouth stuffed with dick as Kelvin mouth-fucked you into an expansive orgasm. Thick, white, tasty cum emptied into your mouth and down your throat.

You hum and moan while his dick stretched your mouth out and filled your throat with cum. When he pulled his dick from in between your killer lips, he leaned over your body, bringing both of his hands down hard on that ass. You pout, arching your back and shaking it while he enjoyed spanking you.

“You giving that pussy up?” He asks while you jerk his sloppy saliva covered dick.

“Yes, daddy, use my pussy how you want—”

“Need some pussy right now...badly,” his hips jerked when your lips lightly sucked on the tip of his dick, “damn, that’s sexy as fuck the way you’re sucking me...let me get in that pussy girl come ride this dick.”

You scoot over on the bed so that Kelvin can lay back. His dick pointed straight up for you to use. You climbed on top of him, grabbing his dick from between your legs to smack your pussy with it. Kelvin grabs your neck, pulling you down towards him. His tongue snakes over your tongue before his soft, plush lips smothered yours in a searing kiss. You squeezed his balls causing his dick to jump and smack your clit. With his hand around your neck, he controlled the kiss. At this point, he was making his dick jump as it repeatedly smacked that juicy clit.

“Shit,” Kelvin broke the kiss, “I can’t wait to feel you around me again.”

“I’ve only dreamed about your big dick pounding me so hard...make me feel it for days...I wanna feel all of you going in and out of my pussy…”

“Fucking nasty,” Kelvin wraps his arm around your waist, “Gon’ girl get this dick-“

“Kelvin,” you moan, Yes—”

“Get all you want...take this dick any way you want just drain this cum…”

“Ima fuck you, so good.”

“It’s big and hard just like you want it...come on.”

Your hips lowered and his dick and your pussy finally making the connection they both couldn’t wait for.

“FUCK.” You both say in unison.

“Fuck, girl, tight ass pussy,” Kelvin grunts, “This is some good pussy right here...creamy mess.”

“Oooh, it’s so thickkkkk,” you were only fucking half of his dick.

“Don’t tense up, ma, here...let me give you the rest of this dick—”

Kelvin thrust upward suddenly, causing you to crying out. Your body tensed at the invasion, that pussy struggling to adjust to the feel of him pushing in. You really weren’t used to a dick as big as his. There was slight pain from him stretching you fully.

“I told you to stop tensing up...keep that pussy open and fuck this dick. You wanted this, right? You know how much I want this pussy. Thought I was gonna be gentle with you? I’m tryna fuck, girl.”

“Shut up, Kelvin,” you sass.

“Nah, cut that shit out, ma, now bounce on this dick, go ahead, I’m waiting,” Kelvin commanded.

You started feeling warm and pleasant once the pain subsided. Hands resting on his solid chest, your pussy took all of his dick each time you went down on him. You bounced a little too much, his dick brushing across your cervix. You whimper, pulling yourself up just a little. Kelvin didn’t like that. His hand popped your left ass cheek so hard you flinched.

“Ouch, fuck—”

“Stop fucking playing, girl,” He sounded extremely frustrated, “Be a big girl and fuck me…”

“Oh,” You says and he chuckles, “Mmmm, yes, Sir,” you started fucking him exactly how he wanted. Your creamy pussy made wet noises because of how good it felt.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” Kelvin muttered, “this pussy is so fucking tight. You ain’t used to this big dick...not with this tight little pussy yanking.”

“Umph,” You lowered your body, chest pressed against his chest while his hands came up to hold your shoulders in place, lifting his hips off of the bed and changing the angle of his thrusts.

“It’s cool...I gotchu, ma…”

“It feels so good- Ooh, Kelvin it’s too big—”

“I’m stretching that creamy little pussy,” Kelvin whispered in your ear, “I don’t wanna hear that crying shut the fuck up and take this dick….got my dick slamming deep in this fucking pussy, girl. I want everybody to hear how I beat this shit up.”

“P-Please,” You gasp with every thrust.

“This little pussy wet as fuck...you tryna make me bust early ain’t you? Sneaky,” He chuckles.

“It’s sooooo good,” You tried to smile but his deep pounding made you moan loudly and whimper,” “shit-Fuckkkk, I’m gonna fucking cum if you keep hitting it like that oooh, shit, it’s pushing so deep I’m gonna cum, fucking I’m cumming...I’m cumming!”

Instead of slowing down, Kelvin was destroying that pussy, repeatedly saying ‘TAKE IT’ with a gruff tone in your ear. His hands holding you tightly, you couldn’t move. Ass slamming against his thighs, your skin was on fire and nothing but cries of pleasure came from you Before you could even see it coming, you were making a mess on his dick again. His dick was iron-hard and thrusting so deep in you, causing you to have deep cervix orgasms.

“That’s how you take a big dick, girl...took that shit like a champ,” Kelvin kisses your lips and sweaty forehead before lifting you off of him. You tried to catch your breath, body crawling to the top of his bed.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a frown.

“What?” You asked with a confused expression.

“I’m not finished, girl, bring that ass to the edge of this bed and arch your fucking back.”

“Okay, shit,” you were moving too slow on purpose so Kelvin pulled you by your legs, flipping you over and bringing your hips up the way he wanted.

“Aye,” He popped your ass painfully, “Don’t make me mad, girl bring that ass up so I can get in that pussy.”

The second your hips came up to meet his dick, Kelvin was back inside with no hands needed, just the power of his hips. No longer patient, he takes over, fucking you with his big, hung dick, listening to your moaning and desperately needing his seed up in you. Your soft and juicy pussy is so filled up and deliciously creamy. His heavy groans and constant slaps to your ass made you tighten around him even more. Kelvin was going so wild that his dick slipped out.

“Here,” You grabs it and puts it back in.

“Mhmmmm,” He went back at it with so much gusto you had to look back at him so you could watch the way your ass made a tidal wave whenever it smacked against his thighs. You let yourself go and be free to make all the noises; moaning, whimpering, or talking nasty to him... hearing your pleasure is your way of getting him excited and turned on so he can enjoy knowing that he is giving you the pleasure that you’re trying to give him.

“Love this dick in your pussy look at you, you look sexy as fuck right now.”

“I’m so happy to be your girl,” You says with a whisper.

“What did you say? Huh? Speak up, girl.”

“Oooh, shitttt—” you were cumming again.

“That pussy gripping…”

“Yes!” You shout.

“Goddamn, ma, I’m about to bust a fat fucking nut...deep in this pussy…”

“Umph, yes-“

“I’m not pulling out—”

“Please don’t pull out of me!”

“Talking crazy,” Kelvin laughs.

With a pull of your hair, Kelvin nuts in your pussy. His breath tickled your neck when he leaned over your body to whisper in your ear. His body on yours, his dick buried in your pussy and his lips pressed against your ear, you didn’t want him to leave for press so soon after his time in San Francisco even though you knew he was still on tour. You selfishly wanted Kelvin all to yourself.

“Did I give it to my number one girl?”

“Uh-huh,” you sigh, “It was everything I needed…you came in my pussy…”

“I told you I would...remember, you said you would give me whatever I wanted. You’re my slut so I can fuck you and cum in you whenever the fuck I feel like it.”

“Of course,” You blushe when Kelvin kisses your neck.

“Good Girl. Always be a good girl for me. Now let’s get this food and light a blunt.”

You couldn’t agree more.

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dolliedyhard · 2 days ago

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🔪Jeff The Killer Headcanons🔪 [PART 1]

I think is about time I posted my headcanons for him! BOY I did not plan this post to be sooooooo long, I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY OMGGG!!! I LUV HIM SO MUCH ( ੭꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)੭ ᰔ. I might have to make this into a multiple part series on my blog. These are all hc’s for adult Jeff, I have completely different ones for when he was a teen and I’ll make one for teen Jeff later on. None of these hc’s involve his relationship with Dollie or other pastas, this is all about him. All of this is SFW. Enjoy <3

AU: Paracosm of the Vagabonds

‼️TW: mentions of self harm‼️

♥︎A/N: btw this is my first time making/posting hc’s so plz don’t jump me if they’re bad- (/ _ ; )

♥︎Appearance & Attributes♥︎

He’s 25 y/o

6’4

Straight

White American

Full name is Jeffery Woods. I’ve always liked his name the way it was so I’m not changing it.

Muscular and lean. He’s got more of a sleeper build tho.

Despite being lit of fire he managed to heal his hair, it’s healthy now.

He loves keeping his hair long. He’ll never CONSIDER cutting it short. His hair is one of his favorite parts of himself.

He for certain wants his hair to be down to his waist one day

Hair type is 1c

Jeff’s hair is naturally brown. When the “incident” happened the fire made his hair temporarily black. (Ik that’s not how real logic works but cmon let me have fun >:c)

After a few months his hair went back to brown

Now he dyes his hair black bc he prefers it that way.

His tattoos don’t mean anything, he just got them because he thought they were cool.

He smells like incense and ash most of the time.

If he decided to finally wash his clothes then he smells like clean laundry.

He doesn’t wear cologne, he’s never cared for it.

He showers like twice a week. For the rest of the week he just wipes himself down this a cloth.

At least he uses a soap cloth (oh thank GOD)

When “the incident” happened his face scars would constantly bleed and wouldn’t close.

It was really sensitive and if he smiled or laughed to hard it would gush out again.

It took multiple years for the wound to permanently close.

It’s completely healed now it’s just deformed skin

The scars on his body are from fights, him doing stupid shit or self harm.

He’s not hairy, some underarm hair but that’s all

His veins are most visible in his forearms and hands

I don’t have a voice claim for him (YET!) but his voice is pretty deep and it has a raspy sound to it

He has dark circles under his eye from staying up for days at end

He got some sharp ass canine teeth. In my AU he got bit by a vampire. He didn’t get turned into one bc the transformation was stopped right after his vamp fang came in.

Warm to the touch. Doesn’t matter what season it is, his body manages to retain a significant amount of body heat.

His skin is very pale due to lack of sunlight and frequent blood loss.

♥︎Personality♥︎

When meeting him for the first time he comes off as an asshole.

He insults everyone and it’s hard to hell if he’s joking or not.

And if he’s really pissed he’ll get REAL creative with the insults.

Swears like a sailor

He’s distant and off putting to people that aren’t in his circle.

He loves showing off and will do it no matter what. Even if the circumstances are dangerous.

Jeff loves stroking his ego, it’s so obnoxious but he could care less.

Lowkey thinks he better than everyone

LAWD he’s handsome and he knows it

Doesn’t care about ur personal space

Will creep up on u to whisper shit in ur ear to scare you. And other stuff like that.

Gives people the nastiest stares of all time. And I dare u too say something to him about it, he’ll square TF UP.

Says some really offensive shit but he doesn’t care if you get upset because of it.

And he’ll say it loud and proud no matter how much of a dumbass he looks like saying it.

Jeff’s one of the most defiant proxies in the mansion

He listens to NO ONE and hates more than anything to be bossed around.

Though he partially listens to Slenderman, yk, bc he has to so he can live in the mansion. Masky too bc he’s Slenderman’s right hand man.

Can’t laugh like a normal person to save his life

Like he’s literally out of breath, red face, everything

“How do I befriend him?!?” I hear you say

Like I said before he loves his ego being satisfied so u could just blow smoke up his ass.

But to him you’ll be more like a “fan” than a friend.

And he will just use you for his benefit. He’ll step all over u since you’ve shown ur willing to be submissive to him ＿|￣|○

Show him you’re not to be fucked with but not to be intimidated by.

For Jeff it’s more about if you guys get along and have a good time together than having the same interests.

Jeff only plays favorites if he has a crush on you

Oh boy is he one petty motherfucker… He holds grudges over anything with anyone and is very vengeful.

He’s quick to temper too. He’ll go into a rage induced episodes and they can last for days at a time.

That’s due to his IED (Intermittent Explosive Disorder) and just him being a fucked up person.

He also has BPD (Bipolar Personality Disorder)

He’s not trying to manage his IED by being more laidback and comedic but that’s not really helping.

Not a big fan of animals. So if you were to ask him what is fav animal was he wouldn’t say any.

♥︎Interests♥︎

Wannabe lead guitarist

He’s not good enough to be the lead but his ego says otherwise.

He owns a sick ass guitar tho

Started out being emo in his early teens, now he’s more of a metal head.

(I don’t know much about nu-metal or any metal at ALL so I can’t rlly say who his favs are. SORRY IM AN EMO FUCK AT HEART OKAY???)

Listens to goth music occasionally too

Loves going to concerts no matter who’s performing

If you happen to bring up a band he’s seen live before he will 100% without fail say “I saw them live at _!” And will proceed to info dump about what went down.

Even worse if they were in their prime when he went.

Fashion wise he dresses alternative but it’s nothing fancy.

A band tee + hoodie or jacket, jeans, shoes (cons, or boots), for accessories belt and some spikes bracelets. That’s about it :v

And yes he does consider his piercings as accessories.

Paints his nails black on special occasions

Likes to collect weird stuff

His biggest collection is of knifes

Some of them are ornamental and some he actually uses to kill

He gets the money to fuel his collection off the dead bodies of his victims

Also has a strange fascination with history

Specifically historical torture methods & atrocities

Sometimes he uses the same torture methods he learned about on his victims.

HUGE HORROR NERD

He collects dvds of slasher & horror movies

And of course you can’t forget about the vintage TV to play them on!

He’s not a fan of snuff films or gore videos

It just takes out the art out of film making. Why should he watch uninspired shock gore for 0% satisfaction when he can go cause it for 100% satisfaction?

♥︎Killing♥︎

To Jeff killing is something he does for 3 things. Survival, satisfaction, and emotional regulation.

Once he’s got you in his grasp you won’t make it out alive.

Jeff commits the worst murders when he’s having a IED or BPD episode.

He’s not a kidnapper type serial killer

He likes to get the job done by the end of the day at the longest

He loves the taste of blood and often licks it off his knife

He thinks he can train himself to be able to taste the differences between blood types.

He just likes inflicting pain on complete strangers, it’s thrilling to him.

And it’s usually not a stab and go kill, when he first started out that’s how it was bc it was more for survival.

Now Jeff has the taste for blood. And he’s got some horrifyingly creative ways to extract it.

Nowadays you’ll be lucky if it’s a stab and go. His goal is to make sure u feel the agony, every. second. of. it.

He would never consider hurting someone close to him, that would severely fuck with him.

Since the murder of his family he has no one. So he cherishes the few people close to him a lot more than he used to.

He’s never had any regrets about any of the many murders he has committed.

The one and only time he’s ever felt bad about inflicting violence on someone is his older brother Liu.

♥︎Vices♥︎

Jeff is a regular smoker (hence why he smells like ash)

He’s able to blow different shapes out of smoke

Prefers cigarettes over anything else

Hates vapes tho, he think they make you look like a massive pussy.

He’ll flat out refuse to fw you if you whip out your fruity-tuti flavored e-stick when yall go on a smoke break.

Jeff’s not a big drinker

Drinking just ups his already high sex drive to the max and he acts like a complete idiot when he’s drunk. Then after all that his hangover is fucking hell.

At the most he’ll get a bit tipsy cause the boost in arousal makes sex tenfold better.

Jeff’s never done any hard drugs and doesn’t care to.

Who needs a drug addiction when you have a murder addiction?

Okay so about the self harm earlier…

♥︎A/N: Btw in my au Jeff had a much shitter life than the og Jeffery Woods so all of this with context makes sense.

Jeff doesn’t s/h anymore but did it heavily in his teens before he went crazy.

His life was genuinely a miserable hellscape that was picking at his sanity and at every turn it only got worse.

His mother and father didn’t care about him at all. The only person that actually cared and loved Jeff was Liu. But Liu rarely showed any affection towards Jeff so it didn’t really matter how Liu felt about him.

No one knew what Jeff was doing to himself up until he ended up in the hospital with the gashes on his cheeks.

You have reached the end. TYSM FOR READING!!!

I hope you enjoyed reading my headcanons, and I will be doing more hc’s in the future for other creepypastas.

Stay frosty❄️ BAIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!

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alexa-fika · 2 days ago

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Heya, I have an idea that has lived rent free in my head since I started watching one piece. I've always been a huge demon slayer fan, and my favorite character is mitsuri I love her style and personality, and her whip like sword is awesome. With the first two episodes of the new hashira training ark now out, could I request a mitsuri like reader? I'm unsure about the characters/crew so I'll leave it up to you. I'll be happy either way

And seriously remember to take breaks it's important and stuff- also just a question what got you into one piece and who is a character you love? If you've watched demon slayer, what if your favorite character from there too?

Sweet Warrior (Whitebeard pirates x Mitsuri!Reader)

A/N oh! I am exited for this one guys, lil but different from my usual one’s as we got both quite a bit of action/fight scene and we got a tiny but of romance in there! Also Holo sorry it ook me like literally 6 months to get to this but it finally is here! I had lots of fun writing this piece and getting to look into mitsuri’s character especially having it interact with the different members! I answered the questions here just so that I din’t overwhelm this section!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in japanese for the enjoyment of both oc and reader character readers!

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

"Are you ready, Jozu?" Dokucha called from across the field

"I am ready!" he boomed as he activated his devil fruit ability; he dug his hands into the ground and began lifting the earth below him.

"Aha! So we're starting up big, Brother Jozu!?!" She exclaimed in glee as she propelled herself forward, whipping out her urumi. She cartwheeled her way up the raised bed, skillfully avoiding the flow of her sword as it spun around her. Its sharp edges made quick work of the ground below her, splitting it into smaller pieces that fell victim to gravity.

She grinned, doing a swift salto to make her way to even ground and away from the crumbling earth that she had left behind.

Not one to be outdone, Jozu was quick to step up his game, and he once again dug his hands into the ground and began pulling out huge parts of the soil and rocks and hauling them toward the swordswoman.

She let out a smile as she sprinted towards both the diamond man and the incoming barrage, throwing herself on a walkover as she maneuvered her sword in a small spiral in front of her. She watched with satisfaction as it wrapped around a particularly big-sized chunk of earth. Allowing the projectile to propel her off the ground and over the chunk itself, she put both hands on the sword and pulled down; aided by gravity, she watched with satisfaction as it was sent crashing into the ground as she continued sprinting closer to the man.

"That won't work for me, Brother Jozu! You are going to have to come after me yourself if you want to win!" She laughed as she cut the remainder chunks with a simple whip of her sword

"That's the spirit!" He laughed as he covered himself in a diamond armor as he threw himself forward

"What is mah beautiful Wife up to now?" Thatch called as he entered the Kitchen, placing a chaste kiss on the woman as he passed by, smiling as the action was rewarded by a small giggle

"I'm preparing something sweet; the boys are going to be here soon," she announced with a grin on her face.

He hummed, wrapping his hands around her from behind and placing his head on her shoulder.

"Is there any special occasion? It seems to be keeping ya busy as a cat on a hot tin roof," he mumbled.

"Not really; I just thought it would be nice to have a small gathering. The crew parties are great, but it's hard to mingle when there are hundreds."

"That's fair, but I hope ya know Ace is gonna devour those," he teased, looking down at the baked goods that she was preparing.

"I prepared various batches already; there's enough to feed me him and then some," she proudly stated

"Aren't you precious? Ya have everything figured out, don'tcha" placing a kiss on her cheek with a dopey smile on his face.

"I am your wife, after all; did you expect anything less?"

"Alright, lovebirds, knock it off. We're here-yoi," Marco Called, strutting into the Kitchen with Ace and Izou following shortly after him, taking their seats in front of the couple.

"Ah! You're here!" Dokucha squealed excitedly

"Here! Please help yourselves. I made enough for it to fill your bellies, including you, Ace!" she grinned, passing the commanders the various plated goods.

“Thank you, Dokucha!” Ace grinned, digging in.

"Here, Marco, you won't like these," She called, noticing the Jian Dui in front of the man and exchanging it for a plate of sunset cake.

"That one had red bean filling; this one, I believe, is more up your alley; it has pineapple filling!"

"Appreciate it-yoi," he called with a smile.

"Dokucha, Do my eyes deceive me, or is this daifuku?" Izou excitedly called, bringing the dessert closer to him as he examined the colored balls.

"Ah, yes!" You mentioned you were missing Wano's pastries, yes? I tried my hand at some of them! I hope they are to your liking!" she beamed.

"Darling, you are a blessing," Izou called, breaking the dessert in half with a fork and putting the sweet in his mouth, letting out a satisfied sound as the filling melted in his mouth.

"Thatch remind me how she married a barbarian like you?" he questioned with a smile.

"Izou, you looking for a fight, ya bastard?!" Thatch growled

"There, There, dear, he didn't mean it that way."

"Actually, I was wondering too since I joined you guys," Ace cut in

"If I weren't at the wedding, I would have found it hard to believe as well-yoi."

"Oh? Did I really never tell you the story? I would have thought this goofball would have talked your ears off about it already," she questioned

"Never came up," He grumbled, hugging her close.

"We met when Thatch beat up my ex]" she piped up, choking up the men in front of her at the brazen statement

"W-What?" Ace questioned

"Don't say it like that! The bastard had said only a boar or a cow would marry er and I lost it!"

"He said what?!" Izou exclaimed, slamming his utensils down on the table

"Ah, come on guys, calm down. I will tell you the story, but please remember this was in the past, and I am now a very happy woman!" She cried, waving her hands in front of her, trying to calm down the angered men

"Who the hell could say something like that to you, Dokucha!" Ace growled

Marco stayed quiet, but everyone could see the fury behind those half-lidded eyes.

"Ah, well...I come from a small village, you see. I had quite a big family; however, I was the only girl among them, and as such, I had many of my brother's mannerisms...I developed more strength than the other girls in my village due to the constant scuffles I had with them. I had also gotten their appetite; I was and still am quite a voracious eater. That last one is why it comes so easy to me to cater to you, Ace, since, believe it or not, we share the same magic stomach!" she giggled.

"And as you can see, I was also born with pink hair, and in my village, such vibrant colors were unheard of. My ex, who was a potential suitor back then, turned me down because of these traits, so I tried to fix myself," she narrated, ignoring the frowns on the men at her last statement.

"I pretended to be weaker than I was to be seen as more lady-like. I began to eat less to match the other girls' eating behaviors, and I began to dye my hair black," she mumbled.

"It's why my hair was so disastrous when I joined you guys; it had been surviving on box after box of dye. Which is why I appreciate your heavenly help in nursing it back to health," she joked, looking up at Izou.

"After I did, I tried again. I met with him, but he had said that he just couldn't turn a blind eye to these things and left saying those things. Thatch happened to be around the area at the time, and he jumped on the guy." She sighed as if remembering the day, though surprisingly, a smile grew on her face as she did, placing a hand on her cheek and leaning on it.

"This goofball said that he had to be a boar because he believed me to be the most beautiful gal he had set eyes on and that he would be elated to even be allowed the opportunity to court me, and so I did..."

"..."

"Damn, Thatch, didn't know you were capable of being that smooth," Ace drawled, grinning at the man.

"Hmph, I had to step up my game if I wanted to be considered by this darlin'," he called as he kissed her cheek softly and embraced her once more.

"He did; it was only when he came into the picture that I finally started to go back to normal. I gained my muscles again, and I was able to recuperate my fighting abilities as I was no longer in danger of dropping of hunger!" She cheered

"Not only him, though. I'm also glad I met you guys, too. I got myself so many big brothers along with a husband. You know, the old village also looked down on me practicing swordsmanship, so I was really happy when Vista and other crewmates first approached me inquiring about it.

I was amazed that someone would actually be interested in my skills, not only interested but willing to help me strengthen them as well!"

"Well, your skills are quite formidable. I had never and still have not seen anyone who comes close to wielding a sword like yours and with such grace. It is like watching a dancing performance; I highly enjoy watching you spar." Izou grinned as he resumed eating his dessert as he praised her

"Ya should have seen her spar with Jozu this mornin'! She was stunnin' out there." Thatch grinned.

"Alright, Casanova, I have to get more ingredients from the storage room. Be sure to behave; she called warningly as she untied her apron.

"Love you," She mumbled, giving one last kiss to the man as she made her way out.

"Remind me what Village She came from?" Izou asked once he had made sure she was out of earshot

"I already skinned em."

"Atta boy"

How about them apples ya’ll haven’t written a non-child one in a while! Much one with romance undertones! But I am actually quite happy how it turned out! My biggest pride is that action scene, I sjould stop talking about it but i’m just so proud of myself so let me have this!

I really went heavy on the research for this one guys, the first part I had to go frame for frame on that one scene with mitsuri while also looking gymnastics and acrobatic terms to better write out the scene. For the second part I had to research the likes of the characters by looking at their trivias online and based on that research pastries. Things like Marco least favorite food being Beans, and so I searched for a bean pastry and a pineapple pastry. Since Wano is based on japan I also research some japanese desserts to fit the bill. And I of course had to research some southern slang for out lovely Thatcher 🤭

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scribbly-artist · 20 hours ago

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A Night to Remember

Summary: Jayce finally convinced Viktor to attend a councillor party, and to ease himself, Viktor had one too many fun drinks. Jayce hauled his partner back home safely and shenanigans ensued as Jayce tries to get Viktor ready for bed.

Author’s Notes: Happy New Year’s Eve!! I wanted to get this out before the year was over. :)

This was loosely based on really cute fan art I saw by @onixiage (didn’t use it as the banner as I didn’t want to without permission). I saw it and thought of this fic idea, and it’s been festering in my brain for the last two weeks or so. I finally managed to get it written down, so I hope you enjoy!

Words: ~1,500 | AO3 Link

For the first time, Jayce somehow managed to convince Viktor to come out to one of the numerous councillor parties to celebrate and have a drink.

They made a few leaps in their inventions for Hextech in the last couple of months, despite Jayce dipping in and out of the lab to tend to his councillor duties. So Jayce thought it would be a wonderful idea if they could celebrate together, rather than Jayce getting all the praise himself whenever he went to these parties alone.

Usually, Viktor was very reluctant to attend as he would rather not have the spotlight shining on him. With a bit of persuasion and convincing however, Jayce managed to lead Viktor astray just for one night.

And it was actually a really good night out, if he could say so himself. It was a general council party, so thankfully the focus wasn't entirely on them. Though many people came over to congratulate both Jayce and Viktor on their recent work.

What Jayce wasn't expecting was for himself and Viktor to have so many drinks. In the past parties he’s attended on his own, Jayce rarely drank at them – only when someone offered him a drink, or when Mel insisted on a toast. Viktor had some to ease himself into the loud, unfamiliar environment, so of course Jayce wanted to join him.

They've had some drinks together before. A few bottles were stored in a cabinet in the lab so they could share a drink after a hard day. But that occurred only a few times, and they never had too much to the point that felt anything more than a buzz or got a little bit silly.

On this night though, Viktor had a lot.

So like what any partner would do, Jayce had left the party early with Viktor by his side, dragging him back to their shared apartment.

Viktor was a bit of a mess. Viktor’s hair was sticking up in all sorts of weird ways – when is it ever tidy? – his clothes were dishevelled, even his tie was nearly falling off around his neck. He was holding his cane loosely in his hand, he had nearly dropped it a few times on their walk home. Jayce was surprised he hadn't gotten sick from the alcohol.

Jayce was a bit drunk himself, but he could hold himself together. At least he wasn't quietly laughing at nothing like what Viktor was doing at this moment.

“Do you always get like this after one too many?” Jayce asked with a chuckle.

Viktor sluggishly shook his head. “Nhmm… it’s been, hehe, a long time since I’ve last drank, that may be why…” he looked up at Jayce, a cute, drunk smile plastered on his face.

Jayce’s cheeks turned a little pink seeing his partner’s adorable smile. But he had to focus on getting them home, his mind wasn’t allowed to wander just yet.

It’s good that Jayce got Viktor out when he did. He doubted that Viktor would want people to see him in such a state.

He couldn't lie though – he didn't mind seeing Viktor out of character like this. Seeing a genuine smile on his face, albeit from the alcohol, was a rare sight to behold. It made him smile and his heart warm.

Walking up a few steps that felt unusually steep on this night to the door, nearly making Viktor trip, Jayce searched his pockets for the key while keeping his hold on Viktor. Once he was successful, he shoved the key into the lock and twisted the door handle open, kicking it open with his foot.

He led Viktor to their bed, setting him down on the foot of it, and then made his way to the front door to lock it shut for the night.

“Mm, we're home, no?” Viktor slurred, his head rolling to try to look at Jayce’s face as he made his way back into the bedroom.

“Yeah, we are. I'll get you some water to drink, yeah? Stay right there,” Jayce made his way to the kitchen sink, grabbing a glass on the way and filling it up. Once he was back at Viktor’s side, he sat down next to his partner, gently placing the glass in Viktor’s hands. “Be careful, don't drop it.”

Viktor brought the glass up to his lips to take a nice long sip, some of it dribbling down to his chin onto his shirt. “Thank you Jayce… It's appreciated.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, that smile still glued to his face.

Viktor held out his hand which held the glass lazily. Jayce gripped onto it, setting it off to the side. Viktor leaned back, plonking his back down on the mattress as he closed his eyes, a chuckle escaping him.

“Do you need me to do anything else?” Asked Jayce, looking in Viktor’s direction with a small smile of his own.

“I think I just–” He was interrupted with a sudden yawn, bringing his hand up to cover his mouth. “Need to settle down for bed. Eh… I think the fatigue from both the party… and from working in the lab… is catching up to me…” He could barely keep his eyes open.

“Do you need me to help you get changed?” Jayce offered. He's had to do this a few times before, as Viktor is no stranger to passing out from exhaustion at his bench in the lab. Numerous nights, Jayce has had to carry him home and change him into his pajamas just so he could actually sleep somewhere comfortably.

Viktor rose from the bed sluggishly with a weak nod. “If you wouldn't mind,” He slid off his tie, then looked at the buttons on his shirt with a quiet laugh. “I believe I do not have the… coordination to take these buttons off in this state…”

“This isn't the first time,” Jayce shook his head with a laugh. He shifted so he was facing Viktor and got to work. Jayce wasn't shoshed, so he actually had the brain power to undo a couple buttons. He started undoing the first one, but was swiftly halted at the wrist by Viktor’s hands, a laugh escaping him. Jayce cocked his head to the side in confusion. “What was that, V?” He couldn’t help himself from smiling.

“Yohohour fingers… they just…” Viktor's eyes wandered and began to mumble as his face flushed. “It tickled a little…”

Jayce laughed at the absurdity. “You’re just ticklish everywhere, aren’t you?” He undid another button, intentionally brushing his fingers against the gaps of Viktor’s shirt where skin was peeking through.

Viktor sputtered, holding onto Jayce’s wrists more tightly. “Muhuhust you always exploit thihihis??” Viktor couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, the tickling mixed in with the alcohol made it impossible to hide.

“I’m not doing it on purpose. You’re just adorably and stupidly ticklish.” An extra scribble as he undid another button, a smirk rising onto his face.

“You are! You’re being a menahahace! Yohohou troublemaker!!”

“You’re over exaggerating it. I’m just helping you out.”

It took a couple minutes - and a lot of laughing from Viktor - but Jayce managed to get Viktor undressed and then redressed with his pajamas. Jayce popped the last button on Viktor’s night shirt, his fingers brushing up against Viktor’s neck as he fixed the collar.

Viktor was red in the face from laughing so much. He didn’t have the energy to fight back anymore, nor the drive to.

“Heheheed my warning, Talis. You won’t be getting off scot-frehehehee in the morning.” Viktor tried to give Jayce the evil-eye, but it failed him in this state.

“Pfft, like you’re going to be able to do anything. I bet you’ll regret drinking so much once you wake up tomorrow.” Jayce changed into his own pajamas as he climbed into bed, Viktor following suit.

“I’m going to… feel like shit in the morning, aren’t I?” Viktor complained as his head hit the soft pillow, reaching up to rub his temple. “In fact… I believe I can already feel the dreaded headache… ugh…”

Jayce reached over with a comforting hand, brushing his fingers through Viktor’s messy hair. “Even though I didn’t drink as much, I always get hangovers. I’ll let you in on my super secret Talis Drunk Remedies in the morning.” He winked at Viktor, the other rolling his eyes.

“Mmm, whatever you say,” he mumbled and shook his head, pulling the covers closer as he closed his eyes. It was silent for a moment until Viktor spoke up. “Thank you for dragging me out tonight… and for carrying me back home… Admittedly, I had fun…”

Jayce reached over and planted a sweet kiss on Viktor’s forehead that made him giggle, lingering there for a moment.

“Always, Vik.”

They snuggled close and drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

This was a night neither of them would forget.

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thedemonsnightmare · 1 day ago

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Some Alone time with them (Kinda a date)

Lucifer-

Lucifer did everything to get a day off or at least to be finished with his work so you two could have some private time. In the evening he send you a message to ask you to come over. After you did he came over he smiled at you asking you with his most gentle voice:" Do you want to eat dinner with me?" He made sure to make it a clear invitation for a date. When you agreed he brought you to a room with candle light which he decorated just for this occasion. There was your favorite food on the table and classical (mostly more romantic) music was playing he sat down gesturing for you to do the same. As you did he grinned at you charmingly. You two started eating as he casually started some small talk before changing the topic to one that was more enjoyable. You two talked for hours and enjoyed the food together. He even asked you for a dance.

Mammon-

He invited you to his room where he waited impatiently. When you finally came you found him grab your arm and pull you with him in the most gentle way possible. When you asked him what he was doing he told you he wanted some alone time with you. He brought you to a restaurant (one that wasn’t too expensive because he doesn’t have the money for a better one) there he went to the next best table and you two ate talking about the most unimportant stuff. It was calming. After that he brought you to a casino where you two gambled all night. It was not as calm and kinda weird for a kind-of date but it was fun and you two even won some money of which Mammon wouldn’t have anything left the day after.

Leviathan-

It took Leviathan all his strength to ask you to come over for a date but after a lot of training in front of mirrors and calming himself down he asked not expecting you to actually agree but when you did he blushed extremely asking if you truly understood what he wanted and as you agreed he got super excited blushing extremely. As you two met in his room he had already prepared everything. He made his room more comfortable and made a little place where you two could sit together and share a blanket (maybe even cuddle). You two would play your favorite games and watch animes all night.

Satan-

He decided on a classic taking you to the cinema. It was the movie of a book he liked. You two bought your snacks and drinks and sat down. He quite soon tried to show affection and grabbed your hand. You two were holding hands the whole time as the movie was going, staring at each other or at least Satan looked at you lovingly the whole time somehow still managing to notice everything that was happening in the movie. Later on he was telling you what he missed in the movie that happened in the book, what he liked about their movie and you two ended up falling asleep in his room after talking about the movie for hours while cuddling the whole time and kissing once in a while.

Asmodeus-

Asmodeus asked you out but as he had already expected you to say yes he had prepared everything for the date. He took you out for a romantic date dinning under the moonlight. While you were eating he flirted the whole time but without making it seem to heavy which is kinda strange considering he flirted about non-stop. After even feeding each other you two finished and he brought you back into his room which was lot in candle light with romantic music playing. You two kissed and talked for an eternity being all loving and romantic.

Beelzebub-

You two went to a restaurant he really likes and he told you that he would pay. Of course he ate much more than you did. As you saw some food on his face you whipped it away. Beelzebub talked with his mouth full the whole time and it was kinda cute honestly. You two had fun and in the end you went to Beelzebub‘s room where you finished off the night.

Belphegor-

He decided on doing a picnic with all self made food. He cooked the whole day for it and Beelzebub helped him. You two sat there eating and having fun until it got dark so that you ended up watching the sunset. It was beautiful to watch. In the end you cuddled while watching it. Afterwards you walked home where you ended the day cuddling even more and falling asleep together.

So this is my post for today, sorry that Beelzebub‘s and Belphegor‘s are so short, I didn’t have any ideas what else to write

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me headcanons #obey me mammon x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me belphagor x reader

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freneticfloetry · 2 days ago

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It's been so much fun reading everybody's year-end roundups (and making my way through this round of Tarlos Secret Santa fics!). I wrote so much this year, y'all. But as my 2024 was nowhere near as prolific where actual published fic is concerned, I'm taking a page from @tellmegoodbye's book and using this Sunday to feature seven sentences from the things I actually posted, plus a single sentence from seven things to come.

Thanks to @heartstringsduet @whatsintheboxmh @alrightbuckaroo @lemonlyman-dotcom @carlos-in-glasses @nisbanisba @reyesstrand @paperstorm @strandnreyes @carlossreaders and @tellmegoodbye for the tags!

words to get off his chest (9-1-1 / 9-1-1 Lone Star, 3.7k)

Carlos hums, right hand circling his wrist for a moment before he reaches back to the stovetop to tip stalks of asparagus into a skillet. But his left stays low, fingers slipped between TK’s, ring pressed to the skin where his own should be sitting. “And a batch of my mom’s Texas toast.” TK’s stomach rumbles again, which is almost enough to cover the whipped-sounding whimper that leaves his lips. “That might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.” “TK, I really hope that’s not true.” TK tucks a smile into the side of Carlos’ throat. There’s also this — the playful pattern of call-and-response they’ve shared since the very beginning, where TK comments and Carlos cringes and somehow they’re both saying I love you.

Buck Up, Cowboy (9-1-1 Lone Star, 3.7k) My part of the collaborative Carlos Whump Project for Lire's birthday

TK’s face is as flashcard quick to react as always, and Carlos watches the delight turn to intrigue turn to a thoughtful contemplation that might mean trouble and tries to head it off at the pass. “What, you didn’t work out all your bucking bull curiosity with the bloody one you cut out of a car?” “I mean, yeah,” TK mumbles, “but this one’s not gonna gore anybody half to death.” He shrugs, shaking his head a bit. “I don’t know, it’s just…” He lingers on the machine for a moment, then looks up at Carlos through a curtain of lashes with sea glass eyes gone smoky and dark. “There was this video.”

esta noche es de alegría (9-1-1 Lone Star, 27.8k)

“I swear it’s okay if we don’t perfectly mashup every aspect of our holidays. To be honest, Hanukkah isn’t even that big a deal.” Carlos raises an eyebrow, which almost erases the anxious, apologetic expression that had actually hurt to look at. “Really,” he scoffs. “‘Cause that’s not what you said yesterday, when you were busy stuffing our brand-new piñata with the bag of gelt you bought in bulk.” “I mean…” TK bunches his shoulders up around his ears. “That’s chocolate.”

And coming in 2025:

the same in every language (9-1-1 Lone Star)

There are words on the tip of his tongue, the three syllables you’re never supposed to say in succession during sex, and he cranes up to catch Carlos’ mouth and lets himself feel it instead, lets it carry him into oblivion.

don't ruin this on me (RWRB)

"He blew me until at least half my brain cells permanently relocated to my dick, and I gave him a half-assed handjob while I babbled about what a baby bisexual I am."

had we but world enough (and time) (9-1-1 Lone Star)

“I’m so glad you’re okay, I really am,” Carlos says, and swallows, and sweeps his eyes to the floor. “And now I need you to leave.”

the full extent of what forever is (RWRB)

Alex is a lot of things: bright and brilliant and blindingly beautiful, and blessedly, miraculously, Henry’s.

a strong enough foundation (9-1-1 Lone Star)

After hauling all of TK’s stuff into the townhouse that had already housed all of Carlos’ for years, then filling the loft piece by piece by himself from the ashes of what they’d had together, it’s a heady, heavy thing to hold the keys to an empty space he finally gets to make a home with TK, not for him.

i was fixed on your hand of gold (RWRB)

"I mean, who among us has not had a spontaneous bi awakening in a midnight showing of The Mummy, freaked out about it for a week, and finally found themselves in a bar in the Meatpacking District doing body shots off the first hot guy in all black they could find?" Alex glances around, utterly guileless. "No? Just me?"

what should've been you (9-1-1 Lone Star)

TK swallows, thinking of all the ways that was true, of every unspoken question Carlos has asked since they met, with his heart set on some flat surface, served up soft and sweet and hopeful and just waiting for TK to take — Can we be more over untouched champagne at a midnight dinner and Can we be real over unfinished bubble tea at a street cafe and Can we be everything over unexpected sparkling cider on a stretch of countertop in an empty loft — and all the ways he had found to ignore everything beating between them, to hand that heart back and say No.

Why yes I did alternate those on purpose, though these are in no particular planned posting order. Also, count the Hozier lyrics! (Hint: it’s all the FirstPrince.)

It's late, so consider this an open tag, but I would especially like to hear from @liminalmemories21 @never-blooms @rmd-writes @ladytessa74 @orchidscript and @welcometololaland!

#tag games #fic round up #seven sentence sunday

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ratatatastic · 3 months ago

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"im a big slow defenceman" "the other night ek said hes a big slow defenceman" "😄☺️"

#forsy really does have a special thinking about ekky smile #duly obsessed with ekky very much making fun of himself all court jesterlike and forsy cracking up about it #also that rocking back and forth habit will kill me #he is reduced to but a schoolgirl in ekkys presence #ekky smirking knowing its gonna be a riot among forsy and being proven right #love our beat playing telephone like the gossips they are #very much those valentines candygrams and our beat the classmates that get to deliver them #NO IM STILL CRYING OVER FORSYS GIGGLE #LIKE THERE IT IS BABEY #THATS WHAT WE GO TO WAR FOR #ekky whos been obsessing over forsys footspeed for the whole 2223 season #finally gets a smile out of it by making fun of himself after working so hard for a year #THATS CALLED PERSEVERANCE BABEYYYY #you too can also charm the aloof gem by bombarding them with enough pathetic charm and going PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE after like a whole year #haha whats the cost sunk fallacy #god ekky you crazy son of a bitch youve done it #i have to preface this doesnt really work unless the person likes you already so like you know

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lightseoul · 2 months ago

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a/n. second time writing from bkg's perspective. this was so fun! (1.1k)

the moment that cemented bakugou’s resolve to marry you wasn’t exactly grand.

it wasn’t your first kiss.

or the first time you made love to each other.

not even the first time you met his nerd-ass friends or his (slightly) overbearing parents. although those two come as close runner-ups.

no, it was rather a random saturday morning after you spent a night at his place, now clad in what he thinks is nothing but your intimates and a burnt orange t-shirt of his that drapes loosely over your frame.

and as he enters the kitchen and closes the distance between the two of you with a few strides, he can’t help but wonder what you’re doing—deeply focused on your laptop—when you’re probably the one who’s extra pedantic about not bringing work home.

“morning,” he grunts, leaning down to kiss your cheek, which you happily accept. although, to his chagrin, your eyes remain on your computer screen, not even sparing him a single glance.

he knows it’s fucking embarrassing, how strongly you elicit feelings within him without you even fucking trying, but he can’t stop the frown that takes over his face even if he attempted to fight it.

shaking off the irrational disappointment from not even being ignored, he rounds the kitchen island and starts brewing the two of you coffee.

“by the way,” he starts, glancing at you over his shoulder, “the old hag’s birthday is coming up. she wants to have dinner with just the four of us, or some shit.”

“i know,” you simply pipe up from where you’re seated on one of his fancy bar stools, gaze still glued on whatever the fuck it is that’s keeping your attention from him.

he turns to you, a manual coffee grinder in tow. “you do?”

at that, you finally look up at him, an innocent expression etched across your features. “you don’t remember? i asked you when your parents’ birthdays were way back in march.”

way back in march.

back when you unanimously decided to decisively end the dating phase and become boyfriend-girlfriend.

“yeah?” is the only thing he manages to get out.

you let out a soft laugh that’s nothing but music to his ears. “yeah, dummy.”

before you can get to see the red that’s most definitely creeping up to his cheeks, bakugou turns his back against you, returning to busying himself with crushing the beans into fine powder and pouring lukewarm water into the machine.

only a few months before reaching a full year together, and you still manage to make him fucking blush.

over the most mundane things, too.

when he first got into his very first relationship with you at the ripe age of 28, he thought he’d outgrown and was way past the embarrassing shit that the human body was capable of when dealing with anything remotely close to romance.

it didn’t take him long enough into your relationship to find out he was so, so wrong.

sighing, he pours out the cup of ground beans onto the filter, finally pressing the button and bringing the coffee maker to life.

you must be done with what’s highly likely is work by now.

but chancing a glance at you, he’s once again met with palpable disappointment when the very same sight greets him.

before he can rein them in, the words come tumbling out of his lips.

“the fuck is so important on that laptop?”

his booming voice must’ve caught you off guard, because you startle ever so minutely in your seat.

“sorry,” he quickly adds on, albeit through a mutter; frustration with himself and his inability to modulate his voice added to the increasingly long list of emotions he’s having to fucking deal with right now.

waving him off, you shoot him another one of that disarming smile of yours. “‘s funny that you ask. i was just about to ask you for your opinion.”

with that, you gesture him to come close with your fingers. curious, he once again rounds the island, ultimately occupying the spot to your right and leaning down to peer at the small text on your screen.

before he can even get a word in, you hurriedly explain yourself. “mitsuki-san mentioned her personal sewing machine broke, so i’ve been thinking about getting her a new one.”

you point to a sleek, off-white model among what looks to be a vast array of selections, “i researched the specs and i think this one’s the best. what do you think?”

a million things course through his mind in an instant, but what he ends up sputtering out is: “you’re such a fucking nerd, you know that?”

at that, you look up at him, your seemingly perpetually moisturized lips now formed into a playful pout, and it takes everything in him not to just pull you in for a kiss and completely abandon the conversation in its entirety.

but he’d like to think he at least has the slightest bit of self-control.

even if you do wear him the fuck out on a daily basis.

“i just want to make sure it’s perfect!” you argue, shifting to stare at your laptop again and bringing him back to the present. your voice is way smaller when you continue. “…i want her to like me.”

he doesn’t even miss a beat. “she already fucking does, dumbass.”

and she really does.

the morning after bakugou first brought you to meet his parents a whopping two months into calling it official, mitsuki texted him something along the lines of having the family heirloom slash ring already adjusted to fit your finger.

he immediately called the old hag after receiving the message just to reprimand her ear off for being too fucking forward and for meddling too much.

but, if he were to be completely honest with himself, he was angry not because mitsuki was imposing, but because he couldn’t believe his mother beat him to that important realization.

the realization that maybe, just maybe, you’re the one.

and now, as he studies you as you scroll through more and more iterations of the best sewing machines on the market with your eyebrows adorably furrowed in utmost concentration, it dawns on him.

it dawns on him that that maybe just turned into a definitely.

tagging. @bunnysaursushii @yawnzzzzzzzz @cholios @kashee-h @iluv-ace @lotuslovers @elarakive @sugurusmoon

˖⁺‧₊ this one made me smile like an idiot while writing lmao. as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!

#i do think he'll /know/ pretty early on #given how perceptive and decisive he is re: what he wants #just takes him an extra second given his inexperience with relationships #bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou imagines #mha imagines #bnha imagines #mha scenarios #bnha scenarios #bnha x reader #mha x reader #bakugou x you #bakugou imagine #bakugou drabble #bakugo x reader #bakugo x y/n

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monstersflashlight · 2 months ago

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The Minotaurs Toy is AMAZING! When you mentioned employees had to be undressed in order to bathe them, just… so many visuals 😙👌 Do you think you’ll write a future story involving bathing the minotaurs?

A/N: This a continuation of this story.

The minotaur’s toy: promotion

Minotaurs x fem!reader || free use, dub-con, breeding, overstimulation, double penetration, knotting, cum-inflation, sharing is caring

After “the incident” it was clear that they weren’t mindless beasts, they were more bull than human, but they know what they were doing and they had fun with you. And you also confirmed that their dicks felt so good inside of you that you were now addicted. Apparently, their cum could not only help you stretch for their girth, but also heal your abused insides as they fucked you over and over. You didn’t know how much time you spent being their fucktoy, they probably fucked you for hours as all your coworkers watched and laughed at your messy pussy being filled over and over, as your limp body having orgasm after orgasm until you were no more than a hole filled to the brim.

It should have been embarrassing, it should have bothered you, but it didn’t. You didn’t mind everyone knowing how much of a slut you were. It was true after all. Also, after that, you became some kind of legend between your coworkers, and instead of firing you as you feared, they decided to give you a promotion. You were, finally, one of the bath-helpers you wanted to find out more about.

The rumors about the bath-helpers were true, they had to wear tiny bikinis if anything (most of them decided not to wear anything at all) to help the minotaurs during their bath-time. They got them all wet and horny seeing the lush human bodies around them, so most of the time they humans had to kneel before them and receive a couple of cum showers, which they did gladly. But in your case it was… a bit different.

They were so impressed by your breeding performance that they added a few new points to your contract. You were sure none of the other people working there had those clauses, but you didn’t even care as long as you were free to do that, free to be used and fucked every time a minotaur decided. Why would you not be okay to be a free use cum-dump bath-helper? That sounded delicious. Just thinking about it got you wet. It fed right into your obsession with minotaur dick, that got even worse after you tried it. Maybe you were a bit sick, but who cared if you could indulge in your desires and be rewarded for it?

That’s why you found yourself naked and wet, helping a big minotaur wash his body (very thoroughly). He smiled down at you, mooing every time you touched a sensitive spot. He was enjoying himself greatly, and with each caress of your soapy hands against his body, you got wetter and wetter. You were a slut a couldn’t help it, okay? And his knowing smirk was not doing anything to help you with that.

You lowered your hand as soon as you saw his dick getting hard, but you didn’t get enough time to make contact with his erection, he grabbed you by the waist and manhandled (minotaur-handled?) you until you were wrapped around his torso and the tip of his dick was against your dripping hole. He grunted when he lowered your body, entering you in one long thrust that made your eyes roll back into your head and your brain short-circuited. It happened a lot of times already, but you never got fully used to being fucked by them. He settled for a fast and hard pace, bouncing you on his dick like you weighted nothing to his big bulging muscles, and you were over the moon with pleasure already. You liked to be used like that, you liked when they didn’t mind you at all as they got your pleasure out of your tight hole.

Just as the minotaur was starting to thrust erratically indicating that his orgasm was near, you felt a big body covering your back, the tip of a new cock resting against your asshole. They never tried to fuck you in tandem like that, but being the filling in a minotaur sandwich was too good of an idea for you to complain. Not that you could have complained as your brain turned into mush when he started to press into your asshole. The first minotaur stopped, fully stetted inside. You were too stretched to be able to take the second one, but they didn’t care about your comfort, he pushed and pushed until you felt so full you could burst. You groaned and moaned, tiny whimpers escaping you as they (thankfully) let you adapt for a total of ten seconds before they pulled out of you and back inside at the same time. Your cries of pleasure mixed with their grunts.

They started fucking your pussy and ass like machines, making you orgasm in a few thrusts, your body seizing between them. They roared as you twitched around them, your body so stretched it was shutting down your brain completely, you were no better than a mindless fleshlight as they drove into your trembling holes over and over.

Just like the first time, your orgasmed over and over, so close together that you didn’t know if you were coming or not anymore, it was just a long torture of pleasure that left you breathless and limp between them. They didn’t care about the state of your brain, though, they only cared about your holes squeezing them. They forced orgasm after orgasm out of you, chuckling every time you came again, just to grunt when your holes squeezed again.

And when the first one’s knot started to expand, you felt like your soul was leaving your body, transcending into a new dimension. But it didn’t end there, the pressure against the thin wall between them made the second one push as far as he could before you started knotting you, too. You didn’t know what happened next, you only remembered opening your mouth in a silent scream as a wave of blinding pleasure hit you. You passed out, or maybe you didn’t, you could only feel the constant flow of come filling you.

When they pulled back, a gush of cum left your body, your stomach distended and your holes a filthy mess. But they didn’t care… And neither did the two other minotaurs waiting their turn.

You loved your new job.

Please read this for an update in my life and more stories situation.

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skzdarlings · 5 months ago

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harmony ; 3racha x reader ; one-shot

masterlist.

porn without plot. you want to have some fun and you know exactly which boyfriend can help get it started.

pairing: 3racha/reader content info: sub!reader, dom!changbin, dom!chan, switch!jisung, polyamorous mmfm foursome (so they’re all involved with each other and interact with each other), very enthusiastic consent with an implied red/yellow/green light system (yellow is employed once). some rough play (esp with changbin), cnc game that reader initiates, face-slapping, choking, dirty talk, pussy eating, double penetration, blow job, all three holes at once, multiple orgasms, jisung having a monster dick for no reason, aftercare. (technically no mention of birth control but it’s a long established relationship and you can safely assume it’s taken care of.)

word count: 5255 words.

enjoy <3

When you want to play – really play – you know where to go.

Jisung can be an overthinker and Chan is always protective, so they hesitate before getting too rough with you. Changbin, however, never holds back. You know how to touch him, how to smile that particularly provocative smile, how to bat your eyelashes and invite him to play.

You are thinking about it when he returns from his work-out, muscles straining in his black tank shirt, body damp with sweat, and looking like pure, unadulterated sex. Chan and Jisung are huddled around a laptop in the living room, their entrepreneurial endeavours a seemingly endless chore, and they are so engrossed in their work they don’t see you leave.

You sneak off to your room to change, ditching your shorts and underclothes, slipping into one of Changbin’s old t-shirts and absolutely nothing else.

You intend to hunt him down after his shower, but it’s Changbin who comes to you. He ambles casually into your bedroom without knocking, comfortable and relaxed and at home. You have your own rooms for personal space but you all come and go as you please.

Your room is dimly lit with strings of fairy lights, the bed crowded with pillows and teddy bears, not to mention a big strong boyfriend who makes himself at home. Changbin is dressed in sweatpants and a black t-shirt, his hair blow-dried soft and fluffy, but body as bulky and powerful as ever.

“Look at this,” he says, holding out his phone. A sweater you were eyeing has gone on sale so he sits on your bed and buys it for you without hesitation. He giggles to himself with all that self-satisfied delight, teasing that he is the best boyfriend and your number one favourite.

He knows the truest harmony lies among the four of you, together, always, but he likes to tease.

You like to tease back.

“Be careful, you big bully,” you say, because he plops himself down at the head of the bed, knocking a teddy bear over. You pick it up and aggressively shove it back into place.

He quirks an eyebrow, his giggling joviality replaced with a studious expression. He seems to finally notice what you are wearing, blinking his gaze up and down your body as you rearrange the pillows behind him.

You bat your eyelashes, all playful innocence.

“Don’t be so serious,” he says. He deliberately knocks a teddy onto the floor.

You playfully gasp, bending over with a flourish and flashing him.

“Ah,” he says, putting his phone on your bedside table. “It’s like that?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you say, blinking.

“Hm,” he says, giving you another quick once-over. “Okay.”

Changbin hauls you over his shoulder and wrestles you onto the bed. He puts you on your back, upside down so your head is near the foot. He climbs right on top of you, not an inch of muscle budging even when you thud your fists against his firm chest.

“Binnie,” you say, wriggling underneath him, the t-shirt riding up your thighs. “You’re crushing me, you big mean brute.”

“Brute,” he says, laughing. He grabs your hips and pins you to the mattress. “Tsk. You like it like that.”

“No, I – ah!”

Changbin never hesitates. He knows you will tell him if you don’t like something. It’s a game of trust, full of an all encompassing love that boasts such tender affection beneath each action. Being with Changbin is like being nestled in blankets by a warm fire on a snowy winter’s day. You are sheltered in the storm, feeling that protection even more keenly because of the dangerous cold.

Between you, there is nothing but heat.

He gathers the hem of the t-shirt and shoves it up, past the skin of your tummy, exposing your thighs and all the bare softness between them. Oh, yes, all softness against his hard body, the thickness of his biceps as he holds you down, his big thighs shoved between your open legs, broad shoulders relentless and ungiving even where you smack him repeatedly.

“Binnie, be careful,” you say, trying to close your legs around his hips.

You gasp when he puts a hand up your shirt, squeezing your breast in the cup of his palm. His mean fingers immediately find the stiffening peak, thumb tormenting you while you whine.

You buck as if you want to throw him off, but he is right where you want him and he knows it. He knows you, your body like a well-loved instrument, his strong hands drawing every musical gasp and sigh out of you.

“Where’s your panties, hm?” he asks. Undeterred by your continuous bucking and writhing, he slides his hands down to your naked hips. He was slouched half-on top of you but he gets up on his knees now. He pushes your thighs apart, forcing his hips between them.

“Shameful,” he says. He tries to grab your flailing hands to no avail. You smack his chest and shoulders, dodging the reach of his fingers.

He smacks your face, a tap hard enough to register the game has really begun, but not so hard to sting for long. You still gasp, your hands pausing. It gives him time to work a hand between your open thighs.

“Ahh—!”

“Yah, look at you,” he says, rubbing his fingers through your wet pussy without finesse or gentleness. You twitch every time his knuckle rides over your clit. “Bad girl,” he says. “Who are you so wet for?”

He gives you no time to answer, scooting back to drag you to the middle of the bed. You are still upside down, your pillows and teddies piled behind him, all the dreaminess of your girly lace bedroom in contrast to his stark masculinity. It makes your whole body thrum with arousal, hot from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. You feel him even where he is not touching you.

Where he is touching you, you burn, heart erratic with anticipation as he squeezes your thighs, as he shoves your hands out of his way, as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy open to his gaze.

“Ah – Binnie—!” You get louder. Your bedroom door is open. Chan and Jisung might be focussed on their work, but not for long, not if you keep this up. Still, to speed things along, you scream, “Chan! Channie! Ch—hmmph!”

Changbin shoves a pillow in your face, holding it there, smothering you to soften your shrieks. His other hand is on your thigh – no, slipping higher, a surface touch through all that wet desire. Then his blunt fingers are inside you. You moan into the pillow, clenching around the thrust of his fingers. You get dizzy quickly, partially because of the pillow, partially his skilled hand.

He abruptly lifts the pillow. The oxygen goes straight to your head, as intoxicating as a kiss. You realize you are close to coming already, hiccupping with all that sudden breath as he fucks his fingers into you.

Changbin is relentless. You smack his chest but he ignores it, his strong arm keeping a steady momentum. An orgasm builds and builds, your fingers hooking into his t-shirt for some leverage. He puts a hand on your belly and holds you down. He feels so strong and heavy, utterly unmovable, and it makes falling apart so much easier.

“Didn’t you have something to say to Chan?” he says.

You gasp and turn your head. Sure enough, Chan is standing there, watching you. Changbin does it on purpose, knowing when you are close, so you look at Chan just as the orgasm crests.

Chan is standing beside the bed, dressed in his basketball shorts and a sleeveless black shirt, a baseball cap over his curly dark hair. He must have entered the room while the pillow was on your face, and now he is standing there, watching Changbin hold you down and fuck you with his hand.

“Channie, please—” you say, then you come all over Changbin’s fingers. You cry out because he keeps tormenting you, thumb shaking back-and-forth across your throbbing clit. “Ah, Binnie—Channie, please!”

Chan gives Changbin a look, his eyebrow quirked, then he just leans towards the open door and whistles. It’s a sharp, high whistle, a call to attention.

“Han,” he says, not even very loud. Chan never needs to shove or force or yell. When Chan says come, you come.

You always obey Chan. You throw your head back, gasping as you come a second time. It is so soon after the first orgasm that it feels like one long, rolling wave. It continues to shudder through you, even after Changbin slips his hand out.

The shirt is still shoved up your tummy, soft skin and wet pussy on display. Chan does not look away, reaching blindly behind himself for your desk chair. He yanks it closer to the bed and plops down, taking off his cap and tossing it on the floor. He is bare-faced, expression so open and honest, but a hunger in his eyes that darkens his whole face.

Changbin just looks giddy. You look at him as he giggles, that funny little chortle leaving that buff body. Then you realize he is rolling his sweatpants down.

“Channie!” you yelp, shrieking and twisting while Changbin licks his palm and strokes his cock, his other hand effortlessly holding you down.

Chan slouches in the chair. He props an elbow on the arm-rest and puts his chin in his palm. His other hand slips under the waistband of his shorts.

“Careful, baby,” Chan says, seconds before Changbin smacks you again. It is within your limit, but still enough to turn your head on impact.

Like before, it breaks your concentration, and Changbin takes the opportunity to grab your hips, line up, and shove his cock inside you. Chan and Jisung always give you a minute to adjust, the size of a hard cock definitely different from fingers, but Changbin never waits. Even while you wince and complain, he fucks you through it, gripping your hips hard and ignoring your hands pushing against his chest.

“Too much, Binnie,” you say, even though the sting is quickly passing. You’re so wet and it makes it easy for him to fuck you. It even sounds messy, every thrust opening you up, getting you even wetter, the bed creaking as he pulls you onto his cock over and over.

You look over at Chan who is still watching, the shape of his hand and his dick so clear through the material of his shorts as he fists his cock slowly.

You hiccup as Changbin switches from long, deep strokes to short, pounding ones.

At which point Jisung finally walks in, yapping about work, saying, “I was thinking we could postpone the meeting to Monday and—oh, hi, WHAAAT, we’re having sex in here? All right, man, okay, that’s cool, all right, what’s up.”

Oh, your sweet Jisung. He is also in house clothes, black shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, dark hair feathering through his fingers as he runs his hand through it. He walks further into the room, kicking the door closed behind himself for no reason. His attention is firmly fixed on you, holding your gaze while Changbin fucks you. The unmoving intensity of those big brown eyes leaves you tingling, a swoop in your belly that feels as thorough as a good fuck. It crashes into the feeling of Changbin inside you, makes your whole body get tight so Changbin groans and curses.

“Oh,” is all you can say. You cover your face with both hands, gasping when Changbin goes back to longer, deeper thrusts.

“Heyyy, baby, why are you hiding?” Jisung says in his sweetest voice.

You hear him approaching, even above the sound of you getting fucked, above Changbin’s little grunts, above Chan cursing. You feel the dip of the mattress when Jisung climbs up on the bed, sitting near your head. Then his hands are on your wrists, prying them away from your face. You try to wrestle them back but he holds them calmly, his own arms boasting a subtle musculature as he pins your hands to the mattress to stop you from moving.

“Yes,” Changbin says. “Like that. Come on.”

“Jisungie,” you whine, looking down at where Changbin is driving into you, feeling each thrust deeper than your pussy, all the way up to your throat. You tip your head back, looking at Jisung upside down.

He leans down, his hair swooping forward, tickling your face as he kisses your forehead and temple.

“It’s okay, baby,” he says. Despite his soft voice, he does not lighten his grip, your hands still locked in place. “Does it hurt?” he asks, wide-eyed.

“Mmm,” you say, nodding, even while shuddering with so much pleasure that a tear spills down your cheek.

“Aww,” he says, licking that tear track, making every nerve spasm. “You’re so cute, baby.”

“She gets tighter when you choke her,” Chan says.

“Awww,” Jisung says. He releases one hand to reach for you. He wraps his fingers delicately around your throat, not even squeezing at first, just a caress as his hand curls around you.

Your adrenaline naturally peaks, body clenching, just like Chan said. Changbin groans his satisfaction and Jisung tightens his grip, keeping you pinned by the throat while Changbin goes still, coming inside you.

“Fuck,” Chan says.

Jisung releases your throat and you suck in a shaky breath. It is interrupted when Jisung swoops in, kissing your lips upside down. You squirm under the confusing messiness of his open mouth at this angle.

He comes up with a breath, one as shaky as your own, ravished from a kiss. He runs his hand through his hair and nods to Changbin, saying, “Turn her around.”

Two pairs of hands find you, manhandling you so easily between them. You yelp, startled by the movement, as they lift you up and turn you around so your head is in Changbin’s lap and Jisung is now the one between your legs.

Changbin hoists you into his arms, holds you in the cradle of his bicep as Jisung lays down between your open legs.

This is one area that Jisung never hesitates to indulge, his open mouth descending on your pussy with ravenous excitement.

You are so, so sensitive down there, almost numb beneath the first few searching swipes.

He presses his whole mouth there, moaning as he sucks on your clit then licks up and down, back and forth, around and around. His tongue rubs where Changbin just came, circling your sensitive hole, pressing there then licking back up to your already throbbing clit.

“Can’t come again,” you say, not entirely sure if it comes out coherent because your eyes are closed and your brain feels fuzzy.

He answers with a hum. He does not seem to be eating you out with the intention of making you come, but purely for his own pleasure as he sucks and licks and tastes. Despite that – and despite your words – you feel a tightening in your belly, a dull throb that feels too feels too deep to reach.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” Changbin says when you start to writhe, his big arm wrapped around your neck, holding you tight to his beating heart.

The thud of that heart, the relentless flick of Jisung’s tongue, and Chan’s approving nod makes your thighs press around Jisung’s head.

“Oh—” is your last word before you come again, bucking hard against Jisung’s face. You gasp and cling to Changbin’s arm.

Jisung keeps licking at you, not relenting until your gasping whine is more of a scream. Then he kisses your thighs and hips before pushing himself up onto his knees.

He and Changbin wordlessly work together, sitting you upright to remove your only article of clothing. Both pairs of hands find you again, touching and groping and stimulating everywhere.

You shudder under all the sensation, eyes closing, rocking against nothing. You are desperate to close your legs to relieve the tension, but Jisung is kneeling between them. Fortunately, he knows you well, his hand sliding down there, fingers finding you, curling into you.

“You’re soo wet, baby, it’s embarrassing,” he says. “You need it that bad?”

He is still using his sweetest voice, like he doesn’t know he is about to utterly wreck your shit. Because Jisung always does without very much effort, simply by effect of having the biggest dick you have ever taken. It is part of the reason you usually can’t start with him, or why he takes his time when you do, because it is an aching endeavour whenever he tries to fit all that inside you.

Even the bulge in his shorts is obscene, the material rubbing against your thighs. He brings your hand to that bulge and groans when you squeeze it, saying, “That’s it, that’s it—”

He leans over you. It sounds like he and Changbin might be kissing above your head, sloppily at that. Jisung is probably shoving his tongue into Changbin’s mouth, the same tongue that was just inside you as it licked up the mess that Changbin made.

They press you between their bodies in an envelope of desire, utterly dominating your senses. Changbin smells like his shampoo, a deep scent like mahogany, while Jisung tends to douse himself in cologne, faded now at the end of the day but still a rich, expensive smell. Beneath all that is that simple sweat, bodies getting worked up, raw sex overwhelming all those other scents.

You breathe them in, whimpering because you are pressed so tightly between them. You can feel Jisung twitching in your hand and Changbin beginning to stiffen again at your backside.

There is a wet pop and a shared gasp when they stop kissing. Jisung grabs your face and pulls you up, his mouth hot when it claims yours, that stupidly talented mouth making you crazy.

“Hold her,” Jisung says, speaking against your lips while guiding Changbin’s hands. Jisung grabs your thighs and pushes them up, not quite folding you in half but almost there. He knows you need to be open to take him. Even then, you are already clenching, fluttering around nothing in anticipation.

Changbin holds your thighs back, hands pressed under the curve of your knee. Jisung hastily shoves his shorts down his thighs, leaving them gathered at the knee. He touches you and uses your desire to wet his dick, frantically jerking it as if it is not already intimidatingly hard and ready.

“Jisungie,” you say, already whining, wiping an embarrassing spot of drool as it spills over your bottom lip. Your body is so eager that it thunders out of control, clenching around nothing, and you can’t seem to stop it.

Jisung is so mean, just using his fingertip for a second, circling your fluttering hole. You try kicking him but your ankle manages little more than a flick, your legs trapped in Changbin’s hold.

“Sorry,” Jisung says, giggling and obviously unapologetic. He flicks your pouting bottom lip before finally putting the tip of his dick at your entrance.

The first little bit is always fine. It feels good to be full, your body needing him, pulling him in. He rocks back and forth a little, pushing an inch then another, and that’s when your body realizes how much there is, clenching and stretching and burning as he pushes in.

He goes slow, his whining mouth against your throat. But then Chan sits on the edge of the bed and touches his back. He bottoms out quickly and you squeak, eyes closed and breath coming fast.

You hear Chan say, “Take it off.” Confused, you blink your eyes open. Chan is talking to Jisung, tugging his shirt up his back.

Jisung groans but complies, tugging it over his head with one hand. The few seconds give you a precious moment to adjust, barely enough before he comes back and starts to fuck you with short, rolling thrusts. You think Chan is getting Jisung’s shorts out of the way given the jerky way Jisung moves on top of you, but then you are skin to skin with no obstruction.

“Mmph, yellow – legs,” you say, breaking only briefly to prevent a cramp in your thighs. Changbin is quick to smooth you out, helping reposition you more comfortably.

You sprawl flat on your back as Changbin moves away, wrapping your legs around Jisung’s waist without any hindrance. He holds himself above you, alternatively muttering expletives and cooing sweet nothings at you.

Changbin sits on one side, Chan the other, both fully clothed despite the obvious strain below their waistbands. It reminds you a little of the time Changbin topped Jisung while Chan fucked you, the pair of you kissing and touching between them the entire time.

Today is a little different. You are at the centre of it all, Jisung inside you, Chan’s hand on your chest and Changbin’s fingers circling your mouth. You take those fingers when prompted, sucking dutifully, batting your eyelashes up at him while he softly finger-fucks your mouth.

Chan’s fingers join him, touching your lip. You open your mouth wider and drool messily around the intrusion.

“Fuck,” Chan says. He rips his hand back in sudden needy haste. “Turn over,” he demands, smacking Jisung on the ass.

It makes Jisung yelp but he complies. With some help from Changbin, you roll over until Jisung is on his back and you are on top of him. Changbin kneels upright too, taking your face in his hands and kissing you, tongue penetrating your mouth as Jisung holds your hips and thrusts up into you.

Chan grabs the back of your neck, holding you in place while Changbin kisses you. Chan’s other hand runs down your front, tweaking a nipple and making you mewl into Changbin’s mouth. You are more panting than kissing by the time Chan’s fingers reach your pussy.

Jisung slows down just a little, out of breath and whimpering as you clench around him. This angle makes him feel stupidly deep, your eyes rolling back. He makes a few small, jerky movements, not even a deep thrust, and it still feels like he his hitting your heart.

Chan joins the kiss with Changbin. You are not even sure who is kissing you, just that it is one or the other, back and forth until you are dizzy. You know it is Chan’s fingers between your legs, the unmistakable pattern of his deft, familiar stroke making you spiral towards another orgasm.

“Oh, god, she’s – she’s—” Jisung says, squeezing your hips, going still for a minute to stop himself from coming when you do. He is breathing as hard as you.

You look down at Jisung, holding eye contact while you come hard on Chan’s fingers. Chan and Changbin are each sucking a bruise into either side of your neck.

“Fuck,” you say in a watery voice, thighs shaking, hands on Jisung’s abdomen as you lean forward.

“That’s it,” Chan says, kissing your throat sweetly while Changbin bites you meanly. Both of them swipe their tongue across the mark they leave behind. “Jisung,” Chan says, a demand without further explanation.

“Fuck, I know,” Jisung says, slowly moving his hips again.

It is so quick off your orgasm, it makes aftershocks move through your whole body. You are a livewire, making every ridiculous sound possible as Jisung fucks you, Changbin kisses you, and Chan gets up behind you.

Chan runs his hands down your sides, gently bending you forward until you are chest to chest with Jisung.

“Yup, just like that,” Chan says, rubbing the base of your spine then lower. His hands cup the curve of your ass, squeezing, tilting your hips just so. It gives him a good view of Jisung’s cock moving in and out of you, no doubt obscenely wet and messy, as well as exposing the smaller hole in your ass as he spreads you open.

“Changbin,” Chan says, still with that same confident assurance he will be obeyed no matter what, “Pass me the lube. Bedside drawer.”

As if you were not already sensitive enough, just hearing those words makes everything clench, which makes Jisung fuck you harder, which makes some place inside you that is so unbelievably soft and tender start to ache.

“Ah, that sound,” Changbin says when your moans turn to high-pitched whimpers. He pats the back of your head and reaches for the bedside table.

After a bit of rustling, he tosses the lube at Chan who catches it easily.

“One second,” Changbin says while Chan uncaps it. “She’s gonna come again. Big one, isn’t it, yes?”

The fact he knows before you do is a testament to how closely he watches you, how well he knows you. He is completely right, of course, as Jisung repeatedly pounds into some squishy, vulnerable part of you, so deep and so tender. You are not sure your clit would even respond if someone tried to touch it, but they don’t need to. It is enough that Jisung is hitting that place again and again.

You come with a scream, literally gushing around Jisung as you come. It takes everything in his willpower not to come, nonsensically begging Changbin to help so he doesn’t finish. Changbin just grabs him by the throat, much harder than Jisung grabbed you, making Jisung choke out a strangled gasp immediately. It works, though, as Jisung goes still but stays hard, letting you rock desperately on top of him as your orgasm seems to last ages.

When it finishes, you are completely boneless. You slump onto Jisung who takes a breath when Changbin lets go.

“All right,” Changbin says, smacking your ass. You hear him kiss Chan quickly. “Your turn.”

It is a good thing you feel so willowy; it makes it easy for Chan to open you up on his slick fingers. The few times you have done this, it always took forever, which was fun in its own way, but today it is so easy. He slides a finger right in, then another, hardly any obstruction as your body surrenders so completely to your boyfriends.

“You gonna take it okay, baby?” Jisung asks, his hands on your sides, holding you steady.

You look up at him, nodding, and open your mouth with a whine. He understands, lifting his head, meeting you in a messy, lazy kiss while he rocks slowly inside you. The kiss only breaks when Chan replaces his fingers with his cock, reigniting every spark in your over sensitized body.

“Ugh, god,” Jisung says, barely above a breath as he pants against your mouth. “He’s inside you, baby?”

You don’t answer because he can probably feel it when Chan is fully inside you. It takes a second for them to calibrate, find a rhythm that works. You are not sure if you are more impressed with yourself for taking it so easily this time, or impressed that Jisung has lasted this long and is still coherent enough to keep a steady rhythm.

“Changbin,” you say, his name a moan on your lips. You need to feel him too, his hand on your back not nearly enough.

“Go,” Chan says, groaning, your hips in his hands as he fucks you. “Oh, baby, you’re so good,” he says. “Isn’t our girl so good for us?”

Changbin and Jisung basically just grunt in reply, affirmative but irrevocably distracted.

Changbin kneels near your head, rubbing the back of your neck and gently guiding you to turn your face. Jisung swears when you open your mouth, a bit of spit drooling past his own lips as he watches you take Changbin’s cock past your lips. You mostly just lay there with your mouth open, letting him fuck it rather than really blowing him, but there are no complaints.

Chan squeezes your ass, a gentle knead that just makes you feel more open, stretched to your absolute limits, so full that you do not know how you will ever be happy without them all inside you.

It reinvigorates you. You find strength in your arm and use it to touch Changbin, fist circling where your mouth does not reach. You get him off first but Chan follows quickly, muttering things like you, tight, perfect, baby, baby, baby.

“Oh god,” Jisung says, somehow still holding out. When Chan slips out, it gives Jisung slightly more leverage. He pushes himself upright, letting you slump in his arms and cling to him while he fucks up into you with quick, desperate little uh-uh-uhs.

Finally, he comes, your name melting into a moan as he buries his face in your neck, mouth open where Changbin left his bitemark.

They surround you after that and you hum happily, letting them pass you from one pair of arms to the next. Jisung flops back, running his hands through his hair and catching his breath. Changbin is there with a cloth of some kind – you think it might be Jisung’s shirt, but Jisung is way past caring – and he gives you a quick and gentle wipe-down while kissing your sleepy brow.

“I should buy you sweaters more often,” Changbin says, giggling.

It makes you snort with laughter, blinking up at him with a grin. “Was gonna fuck you anyway, dummy,” you say.

“In that case, I’ll buy you another one right now.”

You giggle when he rubs his nose against yours in a cute little nose-kiss, eyes crinkling with an affectionate smile.

“Mm, c’mere, sleepy,” Chan says, rightfully as you are still mostly slumped in his arms. You manage to string an arm around his neck as he scoops you off the bed and holds you against his chest.

You are still a little dazed from so much sensation. You let your boys take care of you. After some quick inspection and care, you are plunked in a bath with Jisung to clean and decompress while the other two go strip and re-make the bed.

Jisung kisses your face while helping you wash, his careful hands and the hot water soothing every achy limb.

“Totally worth it,” you say, head under his chin, eyes closed and sighing contently.

Changbin comes to help you out. By then, you are bright-eyed, sore but in a way that makes you alive. You feel clean and fresh and loved, bundled up in a robe and then carried off in Changbin’s arms to the living room where food, a comfy couch, and Chan is waiting.

Jisung joins a moment later. The laptop is long since closed and utterly forgotten, the four of you snuggling up in a big blanket. Chan has an arm slung across the back of the couch, your head on his chest, Changbin’s arm around your middle, and Jisung half-asleep where heis slumped against Changbin.

“Round two?” Jisung asks then promptly yawns, making you laugh as Changbin playfully smacks him and Chan just sighs an amused sigh.

Taking the cue from Jisung’s yawn, you close your eyes and snuggle down.

“Love you,” you say, drifting off to each of them saying it back. You know one of them will carry you to bed eventually, so you let yourself drift into sleep, safe and warm, happiest when you are all together, just like this, the four of you always in perfect harmony.

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brattyspence · 26 days ago

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sober thoughts | s.reid

summary: pining!reader makes a drunk call to spencer after going out with friends, and is aggressively trying to flirt with him.

tags: reader is DRUNK! alcohol!! dont read if thats not okay!!, fluffy as fuck, spencer is the most gentle of gentlemen, pining!reader, reader wears makeup/dress/heels, spencer is lowkey bad at flirting but he shows affection in weird ways, one use of Y/N (sorry i know)

a/n: this has been bouncing around in my head for a while. sigh.

word count: 1.9k

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He was used to seeing you tipsy, if that was even the right word for it.

You were friends, after all. Best friends, even. And the fact that he lived only a few doors down from the pub the team frequented made it stupid not to offer his couch to you after going out with the team.

You weren’t a heavy drinker by any stretch of the imagination. Every now and then on a Friday night, you’d head out with the team and have one, maybe two drinks if you were feeling particularly adventurous–but you still didn’t want to drive home, especially when he was offering his home to you. Truthfully, you just liked getting to hang out with him. You liked getting to exist in his orbit and discuss a random topic late into the night. It had become normal for you, an excuse to do something together that didn’t revolve around work.

What was not normal was the fact that it was a Saturday at 11 PM and you were really drunk, calling him.

Your contact photo filled his screen, illuminating the dark room. You weren’t one to call, preferring the convenience of a text. Especially this late, which worried him a bit. He picked up quickly, tucking the phone to his ear.

“Hey, you okay?”

“Hey, Spencer?” It wasn’t your voice. “This is Molly, Y/N’s friend. I’m sorry to call so late. We’re out with some friends from college celebrating someone’s birthday, and she got… like, drunk drunk, kinda sloppy… and she’s been blabbing about you for a while. She wanted me to call you.”

“Oh,” he sighs. He runs a hand through his hair, preparing himself. “Can you put her on?”

“Yeah. Not sure you’ll get anything out of her, though. Here…”

He can hear the general chatter and chaos of the bar over the call. There’s some rustling sounds before you finally take the phone.

“Hi,” you say, your voice dripping with a certain kind of fondness. He can hear the smile through the screen.

“Hey,” he replies. ”You having fun?”

“Oh, Spencer, I was… I haven’t heard your voice in so long. What’re you…” you trail off, lifting the phone from your ear to answer someone else. “Sorry. ‘S so loud in here.

He chuckles to himself. “I saw you yesterday.”

“Yeah, ‘nd that was… Oh, I can’t do math right now. A long time ago.”

“Are you okay?”

On the other side of town, you were sitting in a barstool, swiping your finger along the beads of condensation rolling down the glass of water in front of you.

“Mhm. ‘M good. Fine. Drunk.”

“Yeah, I can tell,” he smiles. “Are you gonna be able to get home?”

“Uhh…” you pause. “I was gonna Uber… but then I thought that maybe… if you weren't busy… we could hang out…”

He could vaguely make out dialog on the other end of the phone. Some kind of “Girl, this sounds really pathetic,” followed by a “Shhhh!” in two other drunken voices.

“But I could also make Molly order me an Uber,” you added. “‘S okay. Nevermind.”

“No, you're not getting in an Uber inebriated. That’s ridiculous.”

“‘M not inebriated.”

A background voice comes back. “Yeah, you are.”

Spencer sighs into the phone. “Just… send me your location, please? I’ll come get you.”

“O-kay. ‘M sending it right now, jus’ tell me when you-”

The call went dead before you could finish your thought, which he chalked up to some kind of drunken user error. A few seconds later a text came through

You: dropped a pin

You: its molly again. let me know if you got this

He responded, relieved that you had someone looking after you, before getting ready and grabbing his keys.

You were sitting on a bench outside the bar. The air was cool and crisp, but you were warm, your skin clammy from the alcohol. You had been mumbling something incoherent about Spencer, he’s just so good to me, Molly, and oh, god, I don’t know what to do with myself, and…

Molly, who had been trying to sober you up (unsuccessfully), was standing in front of you, arms crossed, listening to your incessant rambling.

“...’nd sometimes he talks to me, ‘nd I have no idea what he’s talking about but he’s so hot when he’s smart. You should hear, it, Mol’.”

Cars pass on the street behind you, filling the silence momentarily. Molly looks over her shoulder, scanning the street before turning back to you. “Alright. Be quiet. He’s here”

“Don’t care.”

She puts her hand out to help you up, which you accept rising to your feet. You’re surprised by how unsteady you feel, but you focus on putting one foot in front of the other.

“I’ll make fun of you for this tomorrow,” she says.

You only have a few seconds to grumble in protest before Spencer reaches you. He scans you quickly, chuckling to himself.

“You are a mess,” he says, amused.

You feel slightly infantilized watching Molly hand over all your personal effects to him. You weren’t even sure when you’d put down your wallet and keys, much less where, but you’re thankful she picked them up and not someone else.

“Good luck,” She tells him. She pats your arm before turning back to the bar, leaving you alone on the street with him.

“You okay?” He asks. You watch him shuck off his jacket, which he helps you slide over your arms.

“‘M fine,” you reply. “Warm.”

“Because you’re drunk.” He keeps his eyes trained on the zipper of the jacket, or really anywhere that isn't you in that dress. “Alcohol is a vasodilator. So you feel warm. But it's forty degrees outside, and hypothermia doesn't care.”

You pout at him, watching as he pulls the zipper tab up enough to shield you from the cold. Only then does he really look at you.

“I wanted you to see my pretty dress,” you pout. Your words come out slurred still.

You meet his eyes for a split second. He opens his mouth, seemingly about to reply, but quickly decides against it. He shakes his head as if to clear the thought.

“Come on. We gotta get you home.”

“You don't like it?”

“I didn't say that.” He tucks a hand under your arm as you begin back down the street, keeping you steady.

“So you do like it?” You look over at him, your face more excited than he was expecting.

“It’s very pretty,” he replies.

Your shoulder bumps his as you walk, seemingly unable to maintain a straight path along the sidewalk. The click of your heels against the pavement is uneven, despite your efforts to maintain some kind of composure, and unfortunately for you, he’s right, and it's freezing outside. You make steady progress down the block, placing all your focus on not falling flat on your face. Thankfully, he doesn't live all that far.

“D’you think I look pretty, too?” You ask, approaching the steps to his apartment.

“What are you trying to do?” he asks, looking down at you. He takes in the slight flush of your cheeks as the effects of the alcohol battle the chill in the air.

“I’m trying to flirt with you. And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Oh, you're going to be difficult all night, aren't you?” He sighs, ignoring the question. He pauses outside the door, keys in hand, and unlocks the door before guiding you inside.

“You don't ever want to flirt with me.”

The door falls shut behind you with a clunk. The room is dark, with only the distant light from a lamp somewhere across the room illuminating it. You squint when he turns on the big light.

“That’s not true,” he says, quietly. If you weren’t hanging on to his every word, you might have missed it. He carefully unzips the jacket, tugging it off your shoulders and setting it on the table.

“So why won’t you flirt with me right now?”

“Because you’re drunk,” He guides you towards the couch, his touch still careful as ever.

You flop down onto the cushions. The leather sticks to your legs as you sit. Being the gentleman he is, he has already left pajamas out, his pajamas, you’d since claimed as your own, with the blanket you steal every time you stay over.

“So what?” You begin working at the clasp on your heels, fumbling with the leather straps to no avail.

“So, you’re drunk.” He repeats, reappearing in front of you. He sits on the edge of the coffee table in front of you, and hands you a pack of makeup wipes. “Do you need help with your shoes?”

You nod. A soft breath of laughter escapes him as he leans in to help you take them off, setting them on the carpeted floor.

“Spence,” you look at the pack of wipes. “Why do you have these?”

“Because every time you’re here you forget them,” he replies.

“Oh.” You rip them open. “You don’t have a secret girlfriend?”

“No,” he replies, lowering your foot back to the ground.

“You don't let other drunk girls sleep over?” You paw at your eyeliner, effectively smearing it around more than removing it.

“I don't let anyone sleep over,” he says, taking the wipe from you. “Just you. Close your eyes.”

“Because you love me?”

His fingers find the underside of your chin, gently tilting your face towards his so he can finish swiping away the last of your eyeliner. Maybe you’re blushing as a result of the alcohol warming your bloodstream, but the more likely answer is him, at this proximity.

As soon as he’s done wiping your eyes, you open them again to look up at him.

“You’re bold when you’re drunk,” he says, smiling. He sets the used wipe down on the table.

“Mhm. You didn’t answer my question.”

“I’m not going to,” He says. “Sorry. Go get changed.”

“That wasn’t a ‘no’,” you say. You collect the clothes off the couch and slink across the apartment into the bathroom to change. You don’t bother shutting the bathroom door before slinking off the dress you were wearing and sliding on the pajamas he’d left for you. Once you finish, you collect your dress off the floor and make your way back towards the couch, settling right into the cushions as you frequently did on nights like this.

You were formulating another complaint about his lack of reciprocation, but your thoughts were interrupted as he pulled the blanket on his couch over you. Your blanket, or at least one you’d claimed as your own during one of your nights spent here. He had already turned off the ceiling fan, which you’d always insisted off when you slept over. You followed him with your gaze as he turned the lights off, swapping them instead for a smaller, softer light somewhere in the kitchen, remembering the way you’d always insisted he leave a light on somewhere, just for you. Your phone was already charging on a side table, your heels sitting nicely by the door, your keys on his key holder, evidence of you, everywhere, details that were distinctly for your comfort. Maybe you had missed his signals.

“I think you do love me…”

He reappeared a moment later, crouching in front of you with that look. He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Go to sleep.”

“And I love you. And I called you because I wanted to tell you that.”

“You really need to sleep it off. You’re saying things you don’t mean.”

“But I do mean it,” you whined. “I swear. Ask me again tomorrow.”

“You won’t remember this tomorrow,” he laughed.

“But I will. I promise,” you replied. “No bedtime kiss?”

Of course, this time you did pick up the way he looked at you.

“No, honey. Maybe tomorrow.”

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #fluff #spencer reid fluff #my things!

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timmydraker · 27 days ago

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Tim calls a family meeting and everyone is assuming he’s got a big case he needs help with, which is alarming for someone who refuses to admit that some cases are beyond him.

So, everyone shows up at the cave only to be ordered upstairs by Alfred. For those who only showed up to make fun of Tim for needing help, this is confusing because case work ain’t allowed upstairs.

All do them figure out quickly that this means it’s not to do with Gotham or Ref Robin, but the man behind the mask.

Bruce and Dick were there first and because Damian is always with one of them, so is he.

Steph picks up Barbara and Cass, with Duke already at home and Jason showing up at the same time as Kate and Lucius.

When they all get into the lounge room used for when people are over, just two doors down from the actual family room, they all find themselves chatting casually as they stave off their own worries or confusion. Some of them try find out if anyone knows what’s going on, but when Alfred and Barbara reveal they have no idea, they give up and make a few guesses but no more.

When Tim finally comes in after Alfred received him, he looks tired.

It’s not usual for Tim to get distracted with work and not sleep for a while, but he will conk out for hours when he decides to and wake up alright.

The bags under his eyes, the redness within them, and the way he looks close to tucking himself into a ball…

Bruce is immediately leaning forward, opening his mouth to make sure his son is okay but Tim just raised a hand to silence him. “Just… just let me speak, okay? I need to do it now or I’m not going to be able to.”

Everyone gives him a nod or look of understanding, making him twitch a smile before inhaling deeply and psyching himself up.

“I have cancer.”

…

Nobody speaks as Tim exhales shakily.

Everyone is staring wide eyed at the young man before them, who just reached the legal drinking age, and trying to asses his physical form for an understanding of what he just said. They’re all trying to gain X-ray vision to see exactly what is hurting him all while trying to convince themselves they heard him wrong.

Tim closes his eyes and speaks automatically, leaning into facts like he always does when he’s freaking out, “I noticed I was getting by more tired and fatigued around last year. My doctor said I have a low white cell count but he wasn’t alarmed as it was still in the normal range. But a few months ago I started to note that bruises were taking far too long to heal and I was getting a lot of pain around my joints and bones.”

He inhaled again, shakier than before at the same time that Alfred sits himself down with a hand over his mouth.

“It’s stage 2 and because of my lack of a spleen it’s going to be a harder process for treatment but fortunately I own a medical company so there’s that at least.” He makes a sort of joking smile that falters immediately, falling into a pulled back frown that comes with someone whose about to sob as he adds, “But it’s also aggressive so I-I don’t know how-how to-fuck-“

Dick and Cass are immediately moving off the couches they are on and catch him as he finally crumbles into himself.

Bruce is next to follow, the stoic man openly crying for the first time in years.

Jason and Damian are in shock, both frozen in place as dread takes over their minds.

Steph is looking out the window, as if staring at some kind of his or deity and demanding an expiration as to why they have to hurt her loved ones so badly. She’s crying, but it’s silent which is all the more harrowing.

Lucius places a hand on Alfred’s shoulder to comfort the elder even as he himself itches to go comfort the young boy who helped him run the company when he was at his worst.

Kate leaves the room to go call Bette, needing her mentor because this is just something she can’t handle.

Duke is sobbing into his hands as he leans into Barbara’s lap. Barbara who is clinging to him like a lifeline as she feels her world shift once again, feeling so angry and confused at how one of them could be threatened like this. Of all the ways they could go out, was it really going to be cancer?

It was a harrowing experience for all of them to remember that they were human in more than just their flesh being able to bleed and be wounded, but for it to grow sick. For it to age and attack itself.

They were human at the end of the day and Tim…

In Metropolis, Clark Kent rushed into the bathroom at his work to throw up as he heard a conversation miles away.

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nightingale-prompts · 2 months ago

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Beautiful Ghost-DC x DP prompt

Part of the Accidental Ghost Courting AU 》 HERE

We finally get Tim's perspective on Danny

If there is one thing everyone on campus knows it's that Danny Nightingale is hot. Not in the stereotypical supermodel or Hollywood way. He was so attractive it was scary like he dropped out of a fairy tale.

Tim first saw Danny after whispers started going around. He spotted Danny in the library walking towards the observatory on the top floor.

At first glance, you'd call him a goth and there was no shortage of people who'd love to date one. It's probably why no one shuts up about him. But Tim could tell this wasn't the corporate punk type goth that he saw Damian scrolling through on his phone. Tim was quick to tease Damian and stop what would inevitably become a phase.

No, Danny had a clear style. Classic gothic...but also not. It's hard to explain. His clothes looked handmade, straight out of the 1800s. Did he thrift or make them himself? He was an astronomy major right? Or was is engineering?

Danny looked almost ethereal. Tall, lean, and almost glowing skin. It wasn't until later that Tim would be close enough to see the way his skin sort of glittered in low light.

People parted to not obstruct Danny's path as he went toward the observatory.

Everyone knew that Danny was off limits, too cowardly to get the courage to ask him out and risk rejection. So Danny remained unreachable.

Tim paid it no mind. He acknowledged that Danny was good-looking but there wasn't much else that got his attention. Danny didn't pay attention to others.

But Tim couldn't help but notice that Danny was always alone in his own little world. There was a hint of longing in him. Tim might have overheard a few things.

Danny would usually be in the library reading eclectic materials, playing with tarot cards, and studying star charts. Other days he was in the greenhouse tending to a little corner of plants he was growing. He seemed bored. He looked like he'd rather be somewhere else.

Tim might have done some research. Just scrolling through Danny's social media. Pictures of friends and graveyards. Most of the landscape photos were taken after his arrival in Gotham. Tim gathered that Danny was alone out here and far from home. He could fit in easily around here but simply chose not to.

It wasn't until that faithful day when Danny offered him a bundle of red carnations and a cup of Death Wish coffee.

"You looked like you need this." He said smiling.

And wow...that smile. Tim didn't think he'd ever see a smile like that. It was a sort of lopsided smile, a bit clumsy but sweet. Danny had elongated canines. Were they fake or was it a medical condition?

Tim didn't know how to respond to Danny's offer but he wouldn't say no to a cup of coffee.

Over the next few weeks, Tim found himself on campus more often and hanging around Danny. Danny tended to be very generous. Always gave things to Tim, most of which he made himself. That is what made it all feel genuine. On cold days Danny always had a hot cup of coffee or tea. When it was sunny he had something sweet freshly baked. When it rained he had flowers to brighten the room. When it was foggy he wanted to go find something fun to do. Danny also worked at the flower shop nearby which was said to be haunted by the old owners.

Rumors spread more and more that Danny wasn't human, like some kind of fae that took human form. Was there a chance it was true? Yes. Does that mean that Tim was going to test that?

Yes.

So Tim just wanted to test that theory and gave Danny a bracelet that looked similar to the ones he usually had. It just so happened to be made of Iron. Tim felt bad about it (kinda) but it was just genuine curiosity.

But no Danny wasn't a fae. He was incredibly happy to get a gift though so no harm done.

Another thing Tim noticed was Danny's eyes. They weren't blue like he thought. Danny had central heterochromia. He had a ring of bright green near his iris surrounded by icy blue. Not that Tim was staring at his eyes or anything, just that no one ever mentions that part when describing Danny. It's pretty notable you know. More people should know that.

...

.....

It's normal to think that.

Anyways Tim and Danny meet up when they can. Danny likes visiting graveyards and abandoned churches. Not that he doesn't like the movies or arcades because he loves that stuff. But one time after a late class he dragged Tim with him on a scenic drive out of the city to this spot he found. It was this massive cliff just far enough from the city that you could see the stars.

Tim never really gave much thought to the stars. He's seen them thousands of times especially being carried around by Kon or on the Watchtower. But right then watching Danny fiddle with his telescope babbling on about the planets and far-off galaxies, the stars felt new and wondrous.

Was this what it felt like to be normal? Just a college kid going on a spontaneous road trip with a friend, not thinking about patrols or duties.

He liked it.

Danny had a way of making him forget about the rest of the world. Someone not linked to heroes and assassins. A friend, a weird one but one he didn't have to be Robin with. He was just Tim to Danny. Not Tim Wayne, not Tim Drake, just Tim.

Because of that, he wanted to keep Danny as far from his family as possible. They already think they were dating and he'd be damned if they scared Danny away. This didn't stop them from investigating Danny and that brat wont stop spouting his opinion.

"I don't know what he sees in you. Aside from appearance, there isn't much to like." Damian grumbled.

"He must be really vain then because Tim doesn't deserve this kid." Jason responded.

"But if he even thinks about hurting Drake-"

"Yeah, we bury him."

Tim has chosen to ignore everything they say.

The last issue is Phantom.

Tim doesn't like Phantom.

The spirit had been hanging around Gotham for a while now. He lingered around the corners of the city and if he felt like it he'd interfere. In his own words, Phantom said that he dealt with the dead, not the living. Tim did some research and it's said Phantom showed up near the dying or dead as a sort of shepherd to souls. He made the transition easier for them.

So when Phantom was seem lingering around Danny he couldn't accept it. He'd be damned if he let some spooky bastard take Danny. He can't have him.

So Tim decided to invite Danny to stay with him for a few days. But a few day became a week became two weeks. Don't judge. This was just so Tim could look out for Phantom and prevent Danny from dying. It hasn't been working so far since Phantom hasn't been seen nearby.

But Tim did run into him.

"Why are you stalking Danny Nightingale?" Tim damanded.

Phantom circled overhead his spectral tail curling. His translucent body phasing in and out of the visible light spectrum.

"Stalking? I don't know what you're talking about. I don't care about chasing the living. But let's say Nightingale is an exception. He's special. But what does he have to do with you?" Phantom eyes Tim suspiciously before diving down floated inches away from Tim face. "Hmmm, I always did think you were the cutest Robin. I was right. Too bad I've got my eyes on someone else now."

And like that he dissappeared.

Now Tim was even more anxious. Phantom was definitely after Danny most likely dead or alive. If something happened to Danny he didn't know what he'd do. Its not safe out there with Phantom hanging around.

Danny was still awake when Tim returned home. He was watching some detective drama he had refused to watch with Tim because he kept guessing the plot during the first few minutes. Which was fair.

"You were out late again. Would it kill you to get some sleep now and then?" Danny sighed stretching.

Tim wanted to say "Actually I think it would. Lets not test it" and banter like always. Maybe even relax and let Danny talk about where show was on.

But Tim couldn't. Not when everything felt so surreal. Danny was just oblivious to the dangerous spirit trying to take his soul and Tim couldn't protect him.

Tim couldn't believe he was thinking this but what if Danny wanted to be with Phantom? Then what?

Tim knew that his emotions were his greatest weakness. When he did control them he does a lot of self-destructive things and he ends up hurting people especially when he's hurt.

He hugged Danny, burying his face in his shoulder.

"Danny can you promise me...that you'll stay here." He didn't care if Danny wanted to be with Phantom just as long as he doesn't leave this world and stop being his light.

The thought of not seeing Danny every day killed him. No more nagging him to eat and drink. No more star gazing. No more TV marathons. No more being dragged to spontaneous trips to the crafts stores. No more hearing the insane conversations with his friends. No more waking up on the couch with a pair of blue-green eyes looking up at him. No more Danny.

Tim felt like his heart was stopping and his stomach dropped.

Danny hugged him back putting a soothing hand on the back of Tim's neck. It was cool to the touch.

"Of course, I'll stay." Danny laughed as if the very notion he'd leave was ridiculous.

Tim's brain seemed to twist in on itself as the cascade of emotions overflowed. That laugh seemed to play over and over in his head echoing non-stop. Warmth bloomed in his chest. Dread, uncertainty, hope, and affection all blended.

Oh no..

Tim was in love.

(This got way too long. I'm not really good a romance as you can tell but I'm trying. Anyway this is a Danny fell first but Tim fell harder situation.)

#dc x dp #dpxdc #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #danny fenton #tim x danny #red robin #tim drake #dead tired #brain dead #braindead #deadtired

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