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ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK? | GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — synopsis. the campus power outage gives your sly classmates a proper chance to get to know you.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — cw. fem!reader, college au, dark content, kidnapping, use of toys, one (1) mention of “you cryin?”, vibrators / dildos, fearplay, eiffel tower position, blindfolds / restrictions, dubcon, squirting, double pen if you squint. mdni <3

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — word count. 4.0k

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 — dolled up! happy friday thee 13th !! i know y’all remember me saying i wouldn’t write jjk anymore but i caved! so here’s my comeback to writing them , i literally can’t get gojo out of my head. as always, comment / reblog if you like it ! i’d muchly appreciate it ♡.

“isn’t she lovely, satoru?”

“fucking beautiful.”

a pair of crystalline-like eyes followed your bare figure down from your heaving chest to your lower abdomen where they settled on your glistening folds. you were spread open, laid against the armrest of the couch you were splayed across, hands bound taut by what felt like cheap, abrasive rope.

of the softer voice you had heard, its owner pulled out a silk piece of cloth from the pocket of his sweatpants, carefully binding it over your eyes, eluding your already subdued line of sight.

their mannerisms were recognizable, the two men who’d gotten you into that pathetic situation.

they were none other than gojo satoru and geto suguru from your foreign affairs class. prior to, you hadn’t shared much of a striking moment with them for their names to be ingrained in your memory, other than the times suguru would ask for a pencil, and gojo, a copy of the notes. it wasn’t until the start of the fall semester that you had grown closer to them.

they’d invite you to the campus’s library on account of needing you, /and only you,/ to tutor them, along with accompanying them to parties held by the school’s fraternity, and back to their dorm when things got boring — they took quite a strong liking towards you, despite your persistence on rejecting each advancement they made on you.

it wasn’t like you found them unattractive, or even unbearable. they just had more rumors than they could keep up with hanging off their reputation; rumors consisting of them switching girls much like they switch clothes simultaneous with how they weren’t particularly shy about their hookups, were among the ones you’d grown familiar with.

but, as the end of the semester grew nearer, you felt a need for excitement and a change of direction; especially in the form of gojo and geto.

“y/n?”

walking back from your overtiring night classes, the call of your name from a familiar voice whipped you straight out of fatigue. it was none other than the duo that seemed to follow you step by step, like puppies with their owner, as you turned around to catch a finer glimpse of them.

“hi,” your voice came out dulcet, and slightly hoarse. “why’re you guys out so late?”

“could be asking you the same thing.” suguru retorts, strands of long, inky black hair framing his mirthful expression. he had always been handsome to you, over six foot tall with sharp facial features that involuntarily caused him to exude an intimidating presence yet, he had a tame personality to back it up. there was a reason he was popular on campus.

he was also remarkably attentive when it came to you. suguru would make it a habit to check up on you from day to day, under the guise of morning texts and showing up to your dorm with limited edition beverages from your favorite cafe.

it wasn’t considered flirting if he was constantly referring to you as a “friend,” right?

satoru quickly came up behind him, resting his arm over the shoulder of the black haired man. he was donned in his signature style of attire, tinted glasses low on the bridge of his nose despite the sun being hours away from rising, which you had presumed was just his fashion choice. he looked better like that, anyway.

“i was just coming back from my night class. it let out early,” your words flowed airily into their ears, the tone cordial as ever.

it was the thing they loved most about you — your doe eyes, plump lips, and sexy curves that they’d fantasized about tracing every inch of with their tongues. you were too perfect, and far beyond naive. The ideal victim.

“pretty girls like you shouldn’t be out so late. it’s dangerous.” gojo held an emphasis to his last vocables, the warning you should’ve taken, yet brushed off as concern. because, of course it was. your friends were only “concerned.”

you nodded your head, lips involuntarily jutting out in a soft pout. “i know, i know.”

gojo was the rather flirtatious half of the duo, often opting to remind you of his undying attraction towards you that never seemed to get through to your glitter-filled mind. you were wrapped around his finger whether you knew it or not — you were but the final reward for him when having the others back to back failed to feed his salacious desires.

“you should swing by, though. satoru and i aren’t doing much,” geto spoke, looking at the blue-eyed man hanging off his side. “right, satoru?”

gojo perked up, a sly smirk making its way to his lips while he beckoned you closer with the movement of his fingers. “yeah, it’s friday. you deserve some time off, pretty thing.”

he wasn’t wrong. most of your time was spent dealing with school in which you barely had a moment for yourself. not to mention the fact that it was convenient, the commute to their dorm held less distance than it would’ve had you walked all the way back to yours. it worked out perfectly, for both parties involved.

with the mindless nod of your head and an “okay”, you made your way towards the two, and began to stride along in the direction of their place.

things were off about the duo, though, but not quite strange enough for you to think anything of it. the route was the same, some vacant corridor that always kissed your skin with its glacial breeze, leading to their hall, and down just a few steps was the doorway to their dorm.

as you patiently wait for geto to scan his keycard, the sensation of featherlight touch ghosting along the mast of skin that your tiny cropped top allowed to be exposed, shook you from your veil of comfort. you had come to realize it was gojo who took it upon himself to rest his hand on your lower back.

the world around you felt recognizable, yet you couldn’t shake the suspicion that deep down, something’s wrong.

the latch of the door beeped, signaling that it had been unlocked successfully, and with a sturdy hand, geto opened the door to allow for you and gojo to slip past while he kept his distance, treading leisurely behind.

satoru flipped up a light, the whole place illuminating immediately after. it looked different from the last time you came over, posters that littered every wall in the living space seemingly replaced by minute frames of artwork, all cohesive with the neutral nature of their dorm.

lit at the coffee table across from the couch where you decided to settle yourself at, was a single-wick candle that filled their air with its hints of fresh sage and amber musk.

“lemme take care of your bag,” suguru extended his arm out to you with a soft smile on his face. gojo sat down beside you, ridding himself of his glasses while you gave geto your tote. “i need to get something from my room so i’ll just put it on the bed that way you won’t have to worry.” he continued.

“thanks, sugu.” you returned his warm smile with a beam of your own.

gojo’s tongue clicked as he rolled his head back against the headrest of the couch. “marry her while you’re at it too, huh?” his tone is painted in vexation that wasn’t clear enough to distinguish between mirth or solemnity.

you heard geto chuckle as he made his way to the bedroom, waving off satoru’s comment. “wouldn’t hurt you to be nice every now and again.”

“you jealous, ‘toru?” you taunted to the ivory-haired man, relaxing further into the couch as his arm took purchase around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. “and if i am, baby? what’ll you do t’me?”

it wasn’t hard to get lost in his eyes, especially when they seemed to draw you in with that playful expression of his and kept you craving more of his attention. he’s so annoying.

you brushed off his query with an eye roll, turning your focus back to geto as he sat on the other side of you, a small box taut in his grip.

oddly enough, the soft whirring of mechanics died down along with the luminescence that filled the dorm shutting off, leaving the three of you in pitch black darkness, with only the faintest sliver of light emitted coming from the candle.

it painted an eerie picture, one that caused the pace of your heart to quicken as your body involuntarily tensed.

“oh?” suguru was the first to voice his mystification. he set the box aside, taking a haste look at gojo; which was more of a silent cue to the latter, reminding him of their true intentions.

what you assumed was geto’s hand over your thigh, diligently ran along the expanse of your lower half until its fingers curled at the hem of your bottoms. “aren’t we lucky?”

his touch was unfamiliar, nonsynonymous to you as the chivalrous suguru you knew. the sensation was weighty with lust, hungry against your skin, enough so to cause you to wonder.

“suguru, your—“

just as you were about to question the man before you, his eccentric best friend cut in.

gojo created the slightest gap of distance between your bodies, mainly to take advantage of the sight before him — geto working diligently to rid you of your garments, stripping you bare, safe for the thigh high socks struggling to contain the spill of your plush thighs.

“what? you afraid of the dark?” satoru’s teasing aided in affirming your suspicions. and the fact that you were utterly helpless, only sprung on his arousal as well. “we’ll take good care of ya.”

geto’s left hand found its place back on your thigh, more-so to spread your legs for the two. “you trust me, don’t you?” he smiled, that same smile that was painted over by an ulterior motive. he stood up, finding his knee in between your thighs, centimeters from your heat. “satoru, the rope?” he held his hand out for gojo, feeling satisfied once his request was fulfilled by his best friend, handing him the cord from the opposite end of the couch.

the words you wanted to say struggled to bubble up in your throat, rendering you speechless and anticipating. in one hand, suguru took both your wrists, tying them taut by the cable and stepping back to get a better view of your helplessness, specifically the way it leaked from your cunt and soaked into the cushions.

all the same events that explained the predicament previously mentioned.

after the unfortunate affair of being blindfolded, you felt lithe fingers drum at your clit. it was a teasing, rhythmic sensation that made it clear to you in the strongest way it could, that gojo was the one with reigns over your body now.

“our feelings are so hurt, babe,” his voice feigns offense, and although you couldn’t see him, you sensed that his signature smirk was etched over his features. and that, it was.

he toyed with your heat, running his index and middle fingers along your slit, collecting as much of your arousal as he could before sinking them into your hole. “you kept rejecting us in the past, but,” as his words trailed off, the pace at which his fingers pumped inside of you quickened. “we’re treating you fucking good, right?”

even though it was just two of his digits, the stretch that they’d allot to your hole was delicious, the tips of his fingers deliberately curling against your gummy walls, right at your g-spot which only made the shaking of your thighs worse.

“god—” you rasped, nodding your head. your heat made no effort in slowing the way it greedily sucked in his fingers. it was almost as if you were waiting for this, fantasizing how it’d be like to be one of their girls.

with every foolish thought came foolish actions.

satoru awaited your answer, speeding up to an impossible pace when you didn’t respond within his time bracket. “wanna hear you say it, baby. tell me how good I'm making you feel,” he demanded.

it felt as though your mind was going to break, the pleasurable mixture of sensations causing your head to spin and orgasm to build within you. you only allotted the fortitude for soft babbles, trying your hardest to conjure up something coherent. “f-fucking good! ‘s so fucking good!”

the pad of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing vigorous circles over the bundle of nerves. “attagirl,”

wet squelches were sonorous in the air, so much so, that the students inhabiting the dorms just across the hall could probably hear the filth taking place at that very moment. not that it was something new to them — it was just another satosugu friday night.

you couldn’t take anymore, your thighs threatening to close around his arm, yet his free hand kept you spread.

“i think she’s gonna cum, satoru,” geto coos, leaning down beside you while watching as gojo edges you closer and closer to sweet release. “can you squirt for us, princess? make a mess?”

before you could retort, your release rippled within you, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body. evidently, geto’s questions were answered instantaneously the moment you soaked satoru’s fingers with your essence. your chest heaved, your breath growing ragged just moments after.

if only you had the reins to see them — touch them.

gojo slipped his soiled fingers into his mouth, moaning at the saccharine flavor you left him with. if he could live off the taste of you alone, he’d know for sure that he’d die happily.

“are you really that sensitive?” suguru queried. in his hand was the concealed box, filled with toys; some that could vibrate, along with others that were clearly meant to stretch you out. he pulled out one of the thicker dildos, running it along your slit in paintstroke motions.

“do you think this could make her squirt just as fast?” his inquiry to gojo made it undoubtedly clear that they’d been plotting against you from the very start; it wasn’t just some spontaneous idea.

gojo’s focus was unwavering on the dampness seeping through his sweats, his palm rested atop his hard-on as he watched the pleasant sight of geto sinking the silicone into your hole. amidst satoru, he was concerningly gentle. he had kept one hand at your thigh, draw soft patterns while he kneeled between your legs to give himself a better view at how hungrily your cunt sucked him in. “‘toru’s always so rough, isn’t he?” suguru cooed,

you mindlessly nodded your head; it wasn’t like you agreed, but you were stuck between heaven and bliss, not knowing which felt better. whereas gojo was, albeit, impatient and loved to get the good parts, suguru was refreshing, like a cold glass of lemonade on a warm summer’s day. suguru started up a thrusting motion with the toy, building it up to a speed that had your back arching and thighs quivering under his hold.

“you’re so tight, darling. you a virgin?” his soft voice speaks out.

as you were about to respond, gojo’s large hands found themselves at your tits, kneading the flesh while his fingers tweaked at your stiffened nipples. “this virgin’s pretty hot,” satoru commented.

“n-not a virgin!” your reaction came in the form of a cry, seemingly at the increase of stimulation within your gummy walls, the tip of the silicone cock nudging so sweetly against your gspot that the nothingness of your sight morphed into white hot pleasure.

you had fallen perfectly into their trap — what would’ve taken a considerable amount of effort, and even thinking, was handed to them easily though the power of the gods; they’d be sure to thank them later for their service .. or maybe you will.

suguru removed one hand from your thigh, relocating it to dig aimlessly through the box. he was satisfied when he pulled out a tiny bullet vibrator, switching it on to the most mild level and gently circling it against your clit. “mm, i don’t think i believe you,” an amused smile etched on his features watching you squirm in his hold.

with pleasure stemming from the most sensitive parts of your body, it’s difficult to chase away the feeling of yet another, messy, mindnumbing orgasm. “geto..!” your whines fell to deaf ears, suguru hyper-focused on the way your puffy clit twitches underneath the toy. he knew you were close; anyone within a mile’s radius could tell that, and perhaps he was covertly evil, because the loss of stimulation that came soon after he pulled the toys from your heat was pure work of the devil.

he spoke up just as he switched his attention from your aching cunt to your heaving chest. “if you’re not a virgin you shouldn’t have any trouble taking us both, right?”

oh?

they were like that. you should’ve known — the two did everything together, it’d be foolish to deny the possibility of them fucking together.

your obstructed vision was finally restored when gojo took off your blindfold. he figured it’d be much better if you saw how you were about to be obliterated — and obliterated you were.

he took your hand in his, standing you both upwards.

you wobbled beside him, your legs feeling like jello from the insane amount of stimulation your cunt had to endure. “look at her, suguru. she can barely stand,” gojo teases. “and we haven’t even got to the good part yet.”

he wastes no time in freeing his hard cock from the prison that was his boxer briefs. his length was long, bulbous head flushing a soft pink as beads of pre-cum dribbled down his shaft. he gave himself a few experimental pumps before turning you around and bending you over.

without the stability to keep yourself bent completely, you crashed into geto, who was no more than an inch away from your face. you looked up, sheepishly as he rid himself of his hoodie, faced with his toned abdomen.

“we haven’t done this position in a while, huh?” there’s a cocky smirk on geto’s face. one that was his own, yet it wasn’t the suguru you’d known.

since when was he the conniving type? did all his time with gojo finally rot his brain? or were you staring at a man you truly never knew?

suguru’s hand slipped just under the waistband of his sweats to free his cock. the tip tapped harshly against your lips before he took a firmer grip at the base to smear pre-cum over your already saliva drenched lips. “open up, pretty baby.”

instinctively, you slid your tongue around the head of his cock before suckling the sensitive area, only gradually taking in more. on the other end, gojo pushed himself into your core, letting out a low hiss at how eagerly your needy cunt took him in.

“she’s fucking tight,” he groans, squeezing at the plush fat of your hips while rocking his own into you.

“don’t get greedy now, ‘toru,” geto’s voice is soft as his hand in your hair gently guides you to take him deeper, up and down his cock. it’s evident you’re pretty damn good at giving head from the adoration in his eyes when he looks down at you, silvery orbs with hearts for pupils locked onto your vacant ones.

“what a well trained whore you are.” he praised, beginning to buck his hips up into your mouth, not rigorously, but enough to prod at the back of your throat and scatter tears to your waterline.

gojo slipped his thumb into your puckered hole while his thrusts became harder, with fervor. he wasn’t one to be patient nor hold back, especially when it came to someone like you, with a pussy so tight and moans so sweet, he’d have to break you just a bit. where’s the fun in that if he doesn’t?

his balls slammed against your clit, creating a potent string of pleasure to course through your body. throbbing was pertinent within your walls, each drag of his cock along the ridges inside you posing you weak from the shocks of euphoria. a hard slap came crashing down at your ass, gojo’s sizeable hand repeated the motion occasionally to watch the way the flesh rippled.

your moans were muffled by the intrusion of cock getting fucked into your mouth. the room reverberated in an array of messy skin slapping in tandem with groans and whimpers. it was music to their ears, a song they’d want on repeat if it were possible.

“shit.. ‘m gonna cum,” geto’s dulcet tone alerted. you watched in pride at how the muscles of his lower abdomen flexed in the onset of his orgasm. his rhythmic thrusts faltered, morphing into a resonance of scattered heavy thrusts that led him closer to his orgasm until he eventually jettisoned his seed into your mouth. the taste wasn’t as bitter as you were used to, it was almost pleasant and you swallowed every drop before he pulled out ever so slowly, his chest rising and falling while his cheeks were dusted in a soft rose flush.

“you were so much better than i imagined,” his fingers wrapped around your jaw, gripping ever so gently as he bent down to messily kiss at your lips, groaning at the taste of his orgasm on your tongue.

“yeah, yeah. good for you,” gojo started up in his usual bratty tone, sounding more guttural than his typical self. “can finally cum in her without you messin’ me up.”

suguru was used to gojo’s sharp tongue, his complaint not seering as deep as it would’ve had it been their younger years.

whorish moans slipped past your lips, your balance wavering as gojo picked up speed. he was far deeper inside your plush cavern, hitting at the spongey spot with precision that had your whimpers turning into babbles. “s-sho good .. you fuck me sooo good,” gojo took amusement in your slurred speech, pulling you up by the waist until you were completely upright.

it felt as though he couldn’t reach any deeper, yet he did, the feeling spreading all over your body, you were almost 100% certain that you could feel it in your ears. tears had filled your waterline and came cascading down your cheeks before you could even establish what it was. satoru held you close, your bare back pressed against his chest. it was an overwhelming feeling, one that made you lax enough to rest your head on his shoulder.

he smirked, gripping your chin with his fingers to get a better look at you.

“you cryin’?”

that familiar sensation bubbled up within you, what had felt like your nth orgasm had come in blissful surges, his cock coated in the translucent milky essence of your release.

with haste, you were fucked through aftershocks and overstimulation as satoru chased his high.

he had stamina for days, having built it up through multiple one night stands, and yet, he wasn’t quick to pull out like his counterpart, no. there was something of love that came with cumming inside you.

the skin of your thighs clung together with a mixture of your cum and his as he pulled out of your twitching hole. you stumbled a bit, getting back grounded on your feet, the two men tucking their third legs back into their garments.

a flickering noise was sounded from the building, different from the soft flickering of the candle that was beside you. quickly, the surgance of electricity illuminated the dorm, bringing much needed light to the situation at hand. you looked down at your bound wrists before the rush of embarrassment washed over your being once you had taken your naked, used body into account.

gojo carefully whisked you both back onto the couch with you sitting on his lap. “guess our fun’s over, huh?” he pouted, unbinding the rope that rubbed uncomfortably against your wrists. you weren’t exactly sure of who his rhetorical query was aimed to, and you would’ve spoken up had your throat not have been aching from the constant whining or even the pounding of a thick cock fucking bruises in the cavern.

geto was now situated behind the couch, leaning over the both of your figures.

“over? she’s spending the night.”

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rafeandonlyrafe · 10 months ago

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little protector

words: 800

warnings: dad!rafe, soft!rafe, pregnancy cw

“daddy, cut that out right now!” your sons voice rings out, making rafe pull away from your mouth.

“what did you say little man?” rafe raises his eyebrows at your son, who is standing at the foot of your bed, hands on his hips and an exaggerated angry expression on his face.

“do not kiss my mommy!” felix argues, crawling onto the bed to push at rafes chest while you giggle, his little hands not doing a single thing.

“but she’s my wife.” rafe says, frowning when you pull felix onto your lap and press a kiss to his cheek.

“and she’s my mommy!” he argues right back. it’s a recent development, felix showing possessiveness over you. it started at the grocery store when a tall man helped reach something off the top shelf, only for felix to kick him in the shin. its only progressed since then.

“you’re gonna have to learn to share, fe.” rafe says with a pointed look, able to move closer now that felix is happy in your arms.

“oh shush, let him enjoy being an only child for a little bit longer.” you whisper, knowing felix only has about six more months until he’s going to have to be sharing you with a new baby brother or sister as well as rafe.

“but i want to kiss you.” rafe pouts as felix ducks his head to snuggle into your chest, little hands gripping at your shirt as rafe loops an arm around your shoulder.

“as soon as he’s asleep.” you stroke your sons back, leaning your head against rafes shoulder, who sneaks a kiss to the top of your head without felix seeing.

“can’t come soon enough.” rafe says, making sure to keep his voice low for the next part. “you are so sexy when you’re pregnant.”

you roll your eyes. you’re barely showing, which is why you decided to wait to tell felix, wanting to make sure everything went well before explaining that he’s about to have a little sibling and that they’re growing in his mamas tummy.

“mommy.” felix whines when he realizes you attention isn’t solely on him.

“what is it my love?” you ask, petting over his hair.

“can i sleep with you tonight?” he asks, blinking up at you with puppy eyes that are so hard for you to say no to.

“but you’ve got your big boy bed!” you remind him. “i can read you a story before you go to sleep though.” “no.” felix complaints, thrashing his body to show his disapproval, but you know its just because he’s tired, having already gotten him ready for bed until rafe distracted you with his kisses. “wanna sleep with you mommy!” “honey, this is mama and daddys bed.” rafe says gently. he never thought his son would give him a run for his money when it comes to parenting, but he severely underestimated the toddler years.

“are you going to kiss again?” felix crinkles up his nose in an expression that is far beyond his years.

rafe sighs, nuzzling into your hair. “i think when you gave birth you transferred all of your sassiness to him.” you let out a laugh, which only upsets felix more.

“fefe, i kiss your daddy all the time. but-” you continue before he can react, “i also give you lots of kisses. i love you both very very much.” “i love you too mama.” felix leans in, puckering his lips out. you accept and press a kiss before smattering more around his face, making him giggle.

“i love you too daddy.” felix says shyly, before holding his hands out for rafe to pull him onto his lap, making you smile. felix has never had an issue with showing rafe affection, it’s just recently come up with not liking to see it between you and rafe, even getting in between the two of you when you cuddle, or pulling your hands apart.

“i love you too felix.” rafe gives your son a kiss before pulling him into a hug, and you have to turn your head to wipe away tears, your hormones already being a little crazy from the baby growing in your tummy.

“can you both read me my bedtime story?” felix asks.

“of course baby.” rafe says as you slide out of the bed, accepting felix as he jumps into your arms for you to carry him. rafe pauses as he watches you, son in your arms, baby growing in your tummy, a glowing smile gracing your face.

if you would have told rafe that this would be his life when he was a teenager, he would have spat in your face, but then you appeared, changed his life around and gave him a home and a family he never knew he needed.

“you coming?” you ask, felix’s head buried in your shoulder as you pause in the doorway.

“yeah.” rafe nods, having to blink back tears himself. “yeah, i’m coming.”

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tim-shii · 9 months ago

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a/n: im pretty sure this is my first work for haikyuu IM EXCITED I WANNA WATCH THE MOVIE ☹️ accept this offering 🫂 pspsps not beta 🤗 also the word pretty is overused .. i mean suna is pretty so 🧍‍♀️

“babe, i’m home— woah! i didn’t know we were at this stage in our relationship. finally admitting you’re obsessed with me?”

“shut up, rin.” coming home after a practice match to you lazing around on the couch, wearing his shirt? a jaw dropping view. suna admires the way his band t-shirt hangs loosely around your figure. your hair is a wet mess, you must’ve just taken a shower, and your eyes are practically begging to be closed. yet, suna thinks you look as beautiful as ever. fuck. if you guys weren’t already married, he would’ve proposed to you right there and then because you just look so perfect right now.

the light from your phone illuminates your facial features. his eyes rake from your lashes down to your lips. that brings a smile to his face. he drops his bag by the door and stalks over to where you are, dropping his whole weight on you.

“rin! get off— you’re heavy and sweaty!” try as you might but an over six foot tall athlete boyfriend is not easy to push off. “but you love me!” he buries his head in your neck with a groan.

“if i didn’t, i wouldn’t have a ring with your name engraved on the inside.” you sighed in defeat. to say that suna rintaro is a stubborn man would be an understatement. he’s pettier than a five-year-old and throws tantrums when his affections are rejected or not reciprocated.

he pushes himself up with his arms beside your head and looks down at you with a grin that only means mischief. “you are so in love and obsessed with me that you steal shirts from my closet. aren’t you a cutie?” he squeezes your cheeks with a calloused hand and makes kissing noises. he’s so stupid, you think. you just wanna stupidly shut him up.

and so you did, pulling down his chin with a hand of your own. capturing his lips in a fervor kiss comes easy as breathing. you feel his breath hitch for a second before he returns the favor.

suna pulls away first, slapping a palm over your mouth after. (“mmph?!” you glared)

“you are a menace. taking advantage of a man like me? evil!” he pulls his palm away and bit your cheek.

“i married a drama queen.” you rolled your eyes.

“you love this drama queen!”

“you sure about that? what if i married you for your money? or i married you for your— i don’t know, looks.” suna narrows his eyes at you before a mischievous grin spreads across his pretty face.

“i don’t know, babe. your vows said otherwise. what was it again? i am the luckiest person alive to be standing with you today and to be facing life with you everyday—”

“liar! those weren’t my vows!” you shove a throw pillow on his pretty face. “that is so cringe, i would never say that.”

“you are cringe. you would a hundred percent say that. hell, you’ll say something even more cringe than that.”

“you’re the cringe one. running to the stands and kissing me in front of everybody right after a game that you lost!”

“hey! i’m sensitive about that.” of course, he pouts at you. a frown on his pretty face resembling a kicked puppy.

“you insulted my vows.”

“i did not insult your vows. i was just.. recalling and rephrasing them.”

“that wasn’t anything near my vows. how dare you. i didn’t sleep for three nights writing those.” suna attacks your face again. littering kisses all over your pretty face.

“rin, stop it— your fucking saliva—”

“i love you, too.” he murmurs, plopping a kiss tied with passion and adoration on your lips.

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porcelian · 2 months ago

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DAMSELS IN DISTRESS

PAIRING: jason todd ✗ gn!reader ;

SYNOPSIS: you and jay have a scary movie marathon together! none of you are scared, that's just silly!

ANON ASKED: " hi there! was wondering if you could write a lil something about reader consuming a bunch of horror movies and getting scared and jason ends up teasing reader for it? thank u and i luv ur writing! <3 " ;

WORD COUNT: 0.7k ;

NOTES: thank you anon for the request! i'm sorry it took this much time to get back to you :') (i want popcorn now) i know in the photo there's a girl BUT BEAR W ME PLEASE :''(

♯ MASTERLIST ; NAVIGATION.

THE SMELL OF HONEY SWEET POPCORN LINGERS IN THE AIR. It spreads through the kitchen and enters the living room, where Jason sits comfortably, head resting on the couch arm. He sneaks glances at your figure clothed in his hoodie and sweatpants in the kitchen, where you stand adding a bit too much honey through the popcorn.

Jason leaves the couch to shuffle over to you, arms wrapping around your frame. He grins as he pops a piece of popcorn in his mouth; the little bits of honey stick to his fingers.

“So... you trying to turn this into dessert or what? There’s enough honey here to open a beehive.”

You let out a faux gasp. “It’s called enhancing the flavor, okay? Besides, you like sweet stuff.” You raise an eyebrow teasingly at him, a grin forming on your face.

He scoffs, a playful smile forming on his face. “Yeah, but I was expecting popcorn, not a sugar coma. We might as well call it honeycorn at this point.” He rests his head on your shoulder.

You narrow your eyes. “If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat it, tough guy.”

He leans in, his words carrying a glint of amusement in them: “Oh, I’m eating it. Just saying, if I get stuck to the couch, I’m blaming you and your sticky popcorn.”

You grab his hand and move him back to the kitchen. It's almost comical thinking about how it looks when a six-foot-tall, behemoth of a man trails behind you like a lost puppy.

“Don’t worry about the popcorn,” you mutter, snuggling closer on the couch and grabbing another handful. “Worry about yourself.”

A smile spreads across his face. “Me? Please. The only thing that scares me is how much honey you dumped on this.”

“You said you wanted something sweet! Besides, you’ve eaten most of it."

“Trying to save you from your own creation before it turns into a monster,” he teases, holding up a sticky piece like it’s evidence.

You roll your eyes, tossing a kernel at him. “Ha-ha, real funny. Just watch the movie, tough guy.”

“Oh, I’m watching. Just waiting for the part where you jump and spill the rest of it.”

“Not going to happen,” you insist, eyes glued to the screen. But just as the words leave your mouth, a jump scare flashes across the TV, making you yell and practically leap out of your skin. The popcorn bowl wobbles dangerously in your lap.

A low chuckle rumbles beside you. “Handling it, huh? Sure looked like it.”

You groan, sinking further into the cushions. “Okay, maybe I slightly underestimated it. But still. Focus on the movie.”

“I am,” he says, still grinning. “But watching you freak out is way more entertaining.”

You huff. “Shut up.”

He chuckles but turns his attention back to the screen.

Suddenly, a loud crash erupts from the TV, a figure flashing across the screen. Without warning, Jason jerks back, eyes wide, for a split second before catching himself. He’s quick to brush it off, but you saw it.

“Uh-huh. You were saying?” You taunt, biting back a grin.

“That wasn’t a scare,” he insists, settling back into the couch. “I just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

“Right,” you snicker. “The guy who doesn’t get scared jumps at a movie. Want me to turn the lights on for you?”

He glares playfully, reaching for more popcorn. “Keep talking, and I’ll dump this whole bowl on you.”

“Fine,” you say, biting your lip to hold back a laugh. “But maybe you should be the one holding the bowl next time. You’re the one who flinched.”

“I didn’t flinch,” he grumbles, eyes flicking back to the screen, a faint pink hue appearing on his cheeks.

“Oh, you totally did!” You tease him, “My damsel in distress, do not fret, for I am here to keep you safe!”

"Oh, for god's sake,” he tries to hide his grin in his hands.

“I shall carry you to safety, my dear prince.”

“What's this about carrying?” He asks, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face.

“What are you doing?” You don’t get to finish the sentence as Jason's hands wrap around you, hoisting you up in the air and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Jason Todd, you better put me down!” You squeal between giggles, trying to grab onto anything to keep steady.

“Not happening,” he tuts, “like you said, ‘I gotta carry you to safety.’”

“Very princely of you.”

“Only for you, dear.”

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd fluff #jason todd imagine #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd dc #dc #dcu #red hood dc #red hood x you #red hood x reader #dc red hood #red hood imagine #fluff #x reader #౨ৎ request

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littleslaywrites · 4 days ago

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pas de deux- adagio | spencer reid x bau!reader

pt 2 of pas de deux - based on request by @kakamixoxo

summary: you substitute for your friend who is a ballet teacher, and spencer helps you work out your lesson plans. set like 3 months after part one.

word count: 1.3k

cw: f!reader, literally just straight fluff, brief mention of past injury

Spencer was never graceful. You’d seen him trip over enough curbs to know. Luckily for him, you thought his awareness was endearing, like a six foot tall baby deer.

You were the opposite, poised from your years of ballet training. You were finally off of your crutches and back in the studio. When you first started your internship at Quantico, you took classes at a local studio. The teacher who was in charge of your class became one of your first friends in Virginia, and you had stayed close ever since.

When she called you asking to fill in for her while she took a week long vacation, you jumped at the opportunity. You thought it’d be the perfect way to get back into dance after your recovery.

One night after work, you went to the studio to work on what you planned on teaching. Spencer insisted on going with you, claiming he was worried you’d hurt yourself again. Truthfully, he just wanted to watch you dance.

Spencer was your biggest fan. You try not to think about the money he’d spent on tickets to your shows, gifts themed for each one, and date nights afterwards. So, naturally, if he had the chance to see you alone, in your natural habitat of the ballet studio, he was going to take the opportunity.

Arriving at the studio, you changed into a leotard and sweatpants while Spencer sat on the wood floor of the studio. He felt awkward surrounded by the walls lined with barres and mirrors, your world feeling foreign to him.

You step into the room, joining him on the floor to stretch.

“You know, it’d help to have a student to practice my lesson plans on,” you say, stretching to the side as you touch your nose to your knee.

“Would it?” Spencer replies.

“I’d get stretching if I were you,” you say. He tries to follow your lead, but his inflexibility hinders him. You giggle at him, trying to figure out how to help him follow along.

Eventually, you give up, standing to lead him to the barre.

“Since the class is for early elementary schoolers, everything is for beginners, which means you’ll be perfect for testing it out,” you say as you take hold of the barre, facing him.

He mirrors your action, saying “I’m glad to know I have the same skill set as a five-year-old.”

You giggle at him, and turn out your feet into first position. “Can you do that for me?” you ask, watching his feet.

He clumsily shuffles his feet along the floor, gripping onto the barre.

“Not like that Spencer, turn out from your hips.”

He nods, but it’s clear he doesn’t understand from the way he scoots around. “Like this?”

“Not exactly... here, let me—“ you adjust him yourself, grabbing just above his knee to try to pry him into first position.

He gets it down after about a minute of fumbling, finally in a successful first position, despite his arms still swinging without grace. “Is this right?” he asks, proud of himself.

“Sure,” you say, letting himself bask in his small victory. “So first we’ll do the plié combination.”

“That means ‘fold’ in French,” he replies.

“Right,” you dismiss him, trying to move onto the next set of instructions. Before you can, he bends at the waist, assuming the step based on the translation.

“Oh, Spencer, that’s not—“ you pull him up by the back of his shirt. You giggle at him, causing him to follow suit. “Your genius doesn’t exactly extend to ballet, honey.”

He pulls you in for a quick kiss. You let him, but before he can prolong it, you step back. “You know, you’re not as helpful as I expected you to be.”

He juts out his lip in an exaggerated pout. “I’m trying my best,” he sighs, looking up at you with the puppy dog eyes he knows you can’t resist.

You sigh, matching his pretend exasperation. “It’s just a bend at the knees, like this,” you say while modeling the move. His eyes are trained on you, trying to take in every movement you make. He tries to match you, but his height makes everything he does look rather gangly.

You try to fake that you’re impressed, but he sees right through you. “Maybe it’s because I’m still in my work clothes,” he gives you a goofy smile.

You smile back. “That has to be it,” you reply, giving up on the idea of trying to teach him.

“When do we get to the part where I lift you up?” he asks, moving close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Usually you have to master the basics first,” you raise your eyebrows at him, “but we can give it a try.” He releases you to swiftly grab you just above your knees, carrying you to the center of the floor.

“Spencer, I don’t think this is an official move,” you giggle, feet wiggling in the air.

“Then I invented it, so they can name it after me.”

“The Reid Potato Sack lift?” you tease him as he sets you on the floor, hands sliding down your back as you roll off his shoulders and put your feet on the ground. He keeps hold of you, swaying as his arms cage you close to his chest.

“What am I supposed to teach these kids tomorrow?” you say when he leans down and captures your lips in a light kiss.

“Are you saying I’m a distraction?” He pinches your side.

You squeal, responding with a simple “yes”.

He smiles, backing up while taking one of your hands. He brings it above your head to prompt you to turn. You twirl under him, looking at his smile when you make your way around to face him again.

“Teach me a lift,” he says, eyes telling you it’s a genuine request.

“Okay,” you start, moving so you’re both facing the mirror. “Here’s an easy one. I’m going to lift my leg in an arabesque and you'll lift me like that.”

He nods, hanging on to every word you say. You move one of his hands under your ribs as you raise your leg. You move his other to the top of the thigh that’s raised in the arabesque.

“You’ll just bend your knees and lift,” you say. He does as you say, lifting you until you’re above his head. You raise your arms, scrutinizing your technique in the mirror.

Spencer is also watching you in the mirror, but not to judge your extensions or turnout. Instead, he was admiring you. He could feel the love you had for ballet in your focus. He loved to see you in your element. Of course, he saw the way you excelled as a profiler from the time you started your internship, but the passion you had for your art was what he truly admired about you.

In that moment, he thought he could watch you forever, but you interrupted his thoughts saying, “you ought to put me down now, Spencer.”

Reluctantly, he eased you to the ground, wrapping his arms around your shoulders as you both faced the mirror.

“I think we might have actually found a ballet step you’re good at,” you say, smiling at the way he leans down and rests his head on your shoulder.

“All I did was stand there,” he replies, smiling at your reflection in the mirror.

“Exactly,” you say, blushing under his stare.

His hands move down to your waist, and he pulls you to face him. “I’ll stand and do nothing forever,” he says as he rests his forehead against yours, “if I can watch you dance."

You smile as he kisses your forehead and pulls back to look at you. Reluctantly, you pull away, grabbing your phone out of your bag to figure out the music you were going to use in class.

Plugging it into the speakers, you glance into the mirror to see Spencer still staring at you with a lovesick smile on his face.

“Stop staring,” you say smiling. “It’s distracting me.”

“Only when you stop distracting me by being so cute.”

You roll your eyes at the cheesy comment, heart secretly jumping at the obvious love he had for you.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds

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angelicpoison12 · 9 days ago

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HIII SNOWFLAKE i’ve never requested anything b4 but your writing is just too good shdjsbs😵‍💫. anyway my request is stepdad!adam x fem!reader. he hears his name from her room and so obviously he goes to check up on reader….and is pleasantly surprised to see that GASP!! his sweet little stepdaughter touches herself to the thought of him??? adam is willing to help her out but the guilt he feels is sickening. ILY YOUR WRITING!!!

JDHCJJDJDN I LOVE YOU COSMII MUAH!! since i unfortunately don’t write for specifically fem!reader, i’ll be making the reader gn BUT they’ll be an AFAB :P

i had so much deranged fun writing this btw <33 KEEP YOUR REQUESTS COMING PRETTY PLEASE!! :3

CW: Dead Dove Content, Incest

don’t like, don’t interact! thank you! ❤︎︎

wordcount: 2.4k (i’m insane.)

reader is referred to as; kiddo, kid, honey, babydoll, love bug <3

NSFW, 18+ ★

why did men have to be so fucking stupid?

okay, to be fair, it wasn’t men specifically, it was boys. boys on your college campus.

they didn’t see your worth.

your mother always encouraged you, and gently told you how lucky you were for your looks. but it didn’t really help your self-esteem when your bio dad left. even with your mom assuring you it wasn’t your fault.. a small part of you felt guilty, even after it had been near a decade.

Adam started as a family friend.

he’d come to all of your birthday parties, family gatherings, and more. if only you had known what a scumbag he was..

the real reason why your dad left was because Adam’s dick was just too. damn. good.

he had walked in, and she was getting railed from behind, right on the kitchen table, where your poor dad had spent countless hours doing your math homework with you.

“suck it, cuck!”

Adam laughed, his sharp canines glinting, landing a powerful hand on your mother’s behind.

mother like her own kiddo, eh?

she remarried to Adam only six months after his leaving. you didn’t mind as time passed. you liked Adam; you enjoyed his company, and he often gave you whatever you wanted since he was loaded with money. he had paid your college tuition in full, aiding you to not have any student debt.

Adam had watched you grow ever since you were just nine. but ten years can make someone develop quite a bit.

he had remembered your first period, and that was when he had first gotten the sick twisting in his gut. what the fuck? when Pinocchio was starting to appear, the sickness turned to guilt. how the fuck could he see his little love bug in such a light?

the guilt slowly became carnal.

if there was a field of strawberries, with a ten foot tall fence.. he’d climb it if he was hungry enough.

one night, Adam came to your room, wanting to talk to you. but he heard the faintest sound of ruffling..

it sounded like your bed.

Adam’s first thoughts went to there being a boy in your bed. his fists clenched at his sides reflexively, and he could feel his jaw clenching. swallowing, Adam decided to put his ear to the door. fuck, he felt like such a pervert, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, right?? i mean, he could be killing puppies, or-

“fuck, Adam..!”

wait..

did his sweet little love bug just call out his name?

Adam had to stabilize himself, a hand on the door, taking deep breaths, trying to make sure he was in reality and not some cruel dream.

“Adam, daddy.. please,”

he heard your breathy tone, and a soft, faint buzzing coming from your room. Adam bit his lip, a hand sneaking down to gently palm at his growing bulge. he had to stifle a groan through the flesh of his lips, nearly drawing blood. fuuuuckkk..

your noises, the activity you were doing.. you were the most prized, yet most forbidden fruit to ever exist. and boy did he want to sink his teeth into it, feel the juices drip down his chin, as if it were a summer’s peach. he knew you were still a virgin. anytime you would get a date, Adam would sabotage, your date somehow falling ill, or (literally) falling. sometimes it would get so bad to the point where Adam would scare you from going out with other boys.

he had been plotting. he was greedy. Adam was a selfish, sick, twisted man.. but who wouldn’t want their little beloved baby to themselves? isn’t it what every dad wants? to be connected with their kiddo in every way possible?

Adam turned away, fearful, and not wanting to startle you. he’d take care of himself.. you were just exploring. he’d help you out some other time, maybe when the guilt didn’t make him want to throw up, or when he knew that you weren’t a scsry resemblance of your blessed mother.

the world was cruel. the devil would somehow catch up to you, and for Adam, it was making him fall in love with his wife’s flesh and blood.

the next morning, Adam made you some childhood pancakes.

“gee, i haven’t had these in forever,”

you said, happily digging into the pancakes with chocolate chips in them.

“only the best for my beloved love bug.”

Adam said, warmly patting your head and kissing your forehead.

after eating, you grabbed your bag. Adam stopped drinking his coffee and set his book down, glasses against his nose.

“where you headed, lovebug?”

“oh, this guy invited me to go bowling.”

Adam checked his watch.

“.. at 9 o’clock in the morning?”

he asked, quirking a brow in suspicion.

“well, yeah. they open soon, and we wanna get there early since it’s a Sunday.”

oh! of course Adam was having fucked thoughts about his kid on the holiest day of the week!!

“oh, uh.. yeah, of course,”

Adam grunted, trying to hide his sheepish grin.

“y’know, this ol’ man gets lonely, with you being gone so much.”

Adam said, scratching his stubble. it made you weaken, your smile widening as you came over to him. just like when you were a kid, you climbed into his lap, sitting there at the kitchen table.

“daddy, i’ll never be too old to let you go. i swear on it. it’s just a date! i’ll be okay, i promise.”

you said.

‘but you won’t be okay.. you need me.’

Adam’s thoughts were getting clouded with hunger again. but he hid it well, smiling as he kissed your cheek. once, then twice, then the third time on your forehead, making you giggle and squeal.

“okay, kiddo.. just be careful.”

he hummed, golden eyes full of adoration.

oh, he was fucked. your date.

“my parents won’t be home for hours,”

your date panted, pulling his shirt over his head.

“sweet..”

you said, already a little apprehensive.

he noticed this. his name was Mike, you remembered.

“hey, what’s the matter? we doing this or what?”

Mike asked, looking you up and down.

clearly, when Mike had taken you bowling, the real bowling had only lasted thirty minutes..

but who can say no to a free hookup?

snapping out of your daze, you nodded quickly.

“yeah! just.. let’s do it,”

you muttered. Mike climbed on top of you, and you ran your hands through his black locks, kissing him. it felt so fake. it was as if Mike was made of artificial sweeteners with a dash of Steevia.

“ow-! fucker, clip your nails!”

your barked when Mike tried to finger you bone dry.

“well it’s not my fault! you’re not even wet!”

he argued back.

“because you went straight to my pants! you’ve gotta warm up,”

you said, pouring. Mike scoffed and threw back on his shirt.

“thanks, bitch. my boner’s completely gone..”

oh, so now it was your fault! great!

“whatever. see ya, Mike,”

you said, grabbing your jacket and zipping your pants back up, leaving out the door.

Adam’s car was already outside of Mike’s apartment.

you didn’t even question why or how Adam was there. the second you got in the car, you began to sob. Adam held you, gently cooing and shushing you, attempting to soothe you.

“shh.. what happened, lovebug? talk to me,”

you couldn’t even stammer out the words. all you could do was shake your head, tears of frustration and shame in your eyes.

“i wanna go home..”

you blubbered, feeling Adam’s thumbs tenderly brush away your tears. he pressed soft kisses all over your face, letting his lips linger when they were just a few centimeter from your plush lips.

“of course. anything for you, kiddo.”

Adam had the radio on, and you were curled up in the passenger seat. you were pissed. primarily at Mike, but also your own foolishness. why couldn’t you get aroused with Mike? it was making you feel guilty and gross.

“when we get home, you tell me what you want for dinner, okay? your mom is going to be home late, so we can have whatever you want.”

Adam said, a hand gently going to your knee.

you looked at him. just the touch of Adam, his large hand nearly taking up half of your thigh.. fuck.

then your heart began to race, gears twitching and flicking in your brain. this was your step dad! you weren’t supposed to think of him like this? he had taken care of both you and your mother for the last good portion of your life, and the one way your mind wanted to repay him was through grotesque deeds?

“babydoll? you in there?”

Adam asked, gaining your attention once more.

your eyes blinked a few times, the dissociation ending.

“i asked whataya want for dinner, but your mind seems somewhere else.”

he chuckled, smirking. you blushed and began to stammer, but Adam cut you off, his grip on your thigh tightening.

“that boy.. he didn’t hurt you none, did he?”

Adam asked, nearly growling.

“because i swear to Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, if that son of a bitch did anything to you-“

“no! he didn’t do anything, dad!”

you gasped out, squirming. his nails were digging into your pants, almost tearing the fabric.

you stayed in bed for the first hour of being home, curled up and crying. you seriously thought it was your fault, not the fact that Mike was an asshole.

needing relief, you reached into your bedside drawer.

it was a simple magic wand vibrator. not too big or bulky; but bright pink with rhinestones on the handle, making it pretty easy to figure out what it was to any adult eye.

before you could turn it on Adam was knocking on your door.

“hey lovebug, i’m making dinner now, okay?”

“uh-okay, thanks, dad-!”

you squeaked, quickly hiding the vibrator under your bedsheets, making them rustle a little.

“you okay in there, kiddo? you’ve been in there ever since we got home..”

Adam ended up letting himself in. the first thing he did was open your curtains, muttering about how you needed some light, and the immediate shine made your eyes burn.

“AH! dad, what the fuck-?!”

you shrieked, throwing the blankets off, rushing up to close the curtains.

both of your guys’ eyes lingered what was now exposed.

“oh god-dad, it’s not.. i just.. fuck,”

you said, sighing, head hanging low. there was no point in defending yourself.

wordlessly, Adam went to your bed. he grabbed the wand by the handle and turned it on, looking dead at you. his eyes were unreadable, and that terrified you.

“is this what you were using last night?”

he asked bluntly. the question made you almost blink like a frog, shocked.

“i-what?”

“i said,”

Adam pressed the wand against your crotch, flicking it on, making you gasp sharply. any sane person would’ve pulled away, maybe slapped him, called him a pervert and ran away.

but you stayed still. in fact, you clung to Adam like a lifeline, trembling, jaw slack in pleasure.

“well? answer me.”

Adam growled, a hand coming to grasp your chin, roughly tugging your face up to meet his, your noses touching.

“yes,”

you managed to whisper, squirming, the buzzing of the wand filling the room.

“you’re fucking filthy, y’know that? i heard you last night. calling out my name.. you weren’t even trying to hide your lust,”

Adam growled, pressing the wand deeper into your sweatpants, watching your thighs tremble.

he had climbed the wall, sank his teeth into the flesh of the peach, and now his belly was aching. he was paying for it. an exchange of five minutes of pleasure for years to come of guilt.

you continued clinging to him, head in his chest, moaning and worming around. somehow, the wand felt more overwhelming when Adam was holding it. one of his hands were on your hip, holding you in place so that you couldn’t run away, the other in your hair.

“shhh, that’s it, babydoll.. i’m gonna give you what you need,”

he chuckled, dark and grinning like a maniac.

your hooded eyes looked up at him, hazy. you came with a silent cry, fists balled up in his faded shirt, grinding your hips into the wand at a merciless pace.

“thatsss itttt, yeah! good job, kiddo, that’s it, cum for daddy,”

you never thought hearing Adam call himself ‘daddy’ would make you gush, but it did, and you felt your belly curling in disgust at it.

when Adam turned off your vibrator and set it down, he continued to hold you, eventually laying you back down in bed.

“dad..”

you whispered. he looked at you, eyes soft. with tears in yours, you whimpered,

“what we just did.. was.. oh god..”

you choked, feeling yourself start to cry.

“baby, no, shh, none of that,”

Adam said, gently kissing your forehead, then placing a kiss on your lips.

it caught you off guard, but you reciprocated happily. almost.. eagerly.

your tongues were soft as they tangled. when Adam pulled away, he nuzzled your nose in an Eskimo Kiss.

“Adam and Eve were the first humans on Earth, right?”

you nodded, a little confused on where he was going with this.

“they had kids, right?”

“y.. yeah..? dad, why are you telling me this-?”

“let me finish, and you’ll know why.”

Adam said.

“so, they were the first people, right? and they had kids. well, if there was no one else on Earth to populate with..”

Adam made a motion. your eyes widened. i mean, it was kind of-no, it was really fucked up, the fact that he was trying to justify what had just happened. then again, the more you thought about it… was he not right?

all you knew was that you didn’t want this to be the last time. hell no. even if this was taboo, and you’d have to cut off ever seeking a boyfriend, that didn’t matter. all that mattered was Adam.

all you needed was your daddy to take care of you. right?

my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree, @cosmiiwrites, @ithopi0s, @frxstwalker, @activesplooger

#hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #adam x reader #Adam x you #Adam x y/n #Adam x gn!reader #dead dove do not eat #dead dove Adam #stepdad!adam

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celli-ohs · 8 months ago

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accidentally in love!

A five part smau/written series taking place at HYBE University, mainly featuring Tomorrow by Together, as well as various idols from Le Sserafim, Enhypen, Ateez, Aespa, IVE, P1Harmony, Stray Kids, and more. (Yes I know not all of these groups are under HYBE, i just didn’t know what to name the uni lol)

Author’s Note: I have not written on here for a hot minute! I’m more active on ao3 tbh but i wanted to drop this lil(?) series off here, since it’s a smau! Also, I love TXT and their newest album has me in a gorilla grip rn, plus I’m a sucker for college aus. Let me know how you all like this, please share and like!

Status: Ongoing

Last update: 11/15/24

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accidentally in love! masterlist

awooga!

shy!soobin x popular!reader; college!au, strangers to friends to lovers! fluff, comedy, angst, (possible smut in the future? idk yet)

Soobin thought you were perfect, the most flawless human being to grace the planet. Not only were you pretty, but you were so charming, and so smart. But most of all you were kind; you always helped others, even when you didn’t need to. And because of that, you were very, very popular. The most popular girl on campus, practically the entire student body knew who you were. Compared to him, you were light years ahead of him in the social hierarchy known as college. That is until you happen to stop by his workplace right before closing one spring night.

hubba hubba!

frat boy!yeonjun x stubborn!reader; collegeau!, unrequited love fluff, comedy, angst (possible smut in the future? idk yet)

At first Yeonjun just thought you were playing hard to get. There was no way you didn’t find him attractive. It was a fact that he was the epitome of sexy. And you should know he only goes for pretty girls, you should feel special! He chose you! Yeonjun's certain you like him back, you're just stubborn. But when you finally knocked some sense into him–literally you punched him–you thought he’d get his act together and leave you alone. Instead, you’ve got a nearly six-foot lost puppy of a man following you everywhere, begging for your attention.

yeowza!

gamer!beomgyu x streamer!reader' collegeau!, fake relationship fluff, comedy, angst (possible smut in the future? idk yet)

To be honest, Beomgyu thought you sucked. He could definitely play any video game on planet Earth and beat you. But with a pretty face like yours, it's not like you really needed to win for people to view your channel. And if he was going to be completely honest, he wasn’t actually complaining, he was a fan after all. So what does that mean for Beomgyu when he's suddenly become your 'boyfriend' in the span of two minutes?

badump badump!

athlete!taehyun x loser!reader; collegeau!, friends to lovers fluff, comedy, angst (possible smut in the future? idk yet)

Usually Taehyun was calm and collected, level-headed. He was exceptionally talented as a pitcher and he had great aim. Except this time, when it’s tryout season and even though he’s been practicing as a pitcher for what seems like his whole life, he threw a baseball and it hit you right in the head. After a trip to the ER, Taehyun learns you’re a living breathing bad luck charm. But after your sudden collision (with his ball) both of you have a sudden wave of good fortune every time you meet. Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was fate?

bazooing!

nerd!kai x bad girl!reader; collegeau!, opposites attract fluff, comedy, angst (possible smut in the future? idk yet)

Six-foot-tall baby of a man Kai was about to piss his pants. Not because he actually had to pee, but because he’s hiding from the cops, stuck in an alleyway with you. Not like being alone with you was bad, but girls like you made him nervous; you were known for being a bit scandalous. But when you save him from getting a criminal record, Kai begins to truly see you for who you really are. His friends say he’s wearing rose-tinted glasses, but he knows better, and it’s definitely not because you made out with him to avoid the cops.

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soapels · 2 years ago

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stress relief

konig x female reader

tw: nsfw, dry-humping, konig is soft and down bad for reader

notes: guys i luvvvv konig he is too adorbs to not make a sappy lil smutty drabble of! pls enjoy this quick one n tell me who u wanna see next, drop suggestions + thirsts and whatnot ♡

all hearts & reblogs are so appreciated!

The two of you shouldn’t be up.

Let alone up to no good— it’s late, most of your comrades are sleeping just in the next room over, and you’re pretty certain it’s against standard protocol to let your fellow operator pull down your pants.

But he is, and you’re letting him.

Consider it stress relief, is what you tell yourself to ease the guilt and that niggling feeling of dirtiness creeping over your bones as he slots his hips up with yours, setting you down on the top of a table- oddly gentle for a horny man of well over six foot five- and places a smattering of kisses over your neck, cheeks, jaw…

He’s a little awkward, you notice, and that’s fine because you are too— he’s tall anyway, too big for his own good and most practical jobs (on the odd occasion or two, you may even catch him mourning the old rejection of his sniper application), so you understand.

You’re too dazed on his sweet touch to pay any of it much mind, though, his lips peppering puppy-dog kisses over every inch of exposed skin as he ruts his hips against yours, cock bulging through the fabric of his boxers, pants half down as he grinds against the wet spot of your panties.

“Perfekt,” he moans softly into the dip beneath your jaw, your nose pointed to the ceiling as your eyes search for purchase there, tummy clutching up with some unbridled pleasure as his big hands hold you close, gloved fingertips- nothing close to painful- digging into the fat of your plushy thighs.

The first whine he drags out of is you is fragile, he treats it like silver, a hand swinging up to brush his knuckles over the slope of your cheek, blue eyes a faded haze of lust and adoration as he momentarily debates freeing the both of you and sticking it in already.

(But he’s big— wouldn’t it hurt you? What if you don’t really want him like he wants you—? Konig can manage like this anyway, because you feel so good, his cock nudging eagerly over your clothed pussy, your aura sucking him in deliciously. And he’s sure he’d embarrass himself too- would cum too fast, ‘cause you’re just so sweet and pretty and he’s wanted this for too long.)

Konig’s patient, though, and you’re something well worth the wait, the gloved pads of his fingers swiping away the hazy tears that gather at the shimmery lines of your eyes. (Gorgeous, he’s sure there’s galaxies hiding there.)

When your hips start moving against his, timid at first- slowly building up to a speed that matches his own careful, needy one- he moans at your ear, teeth nipping at its lobe as he brushes away the hair there.

Delicately- so soft. So good.

You mewl and twitch when his very-evident bulge catches on your puffy clit, your cotton panties soaked with your budding arousal at the front- and he swears he nearly cums on the spot.

“Ja bitte,” he groans, voice teetering on the line of hesitant ferocity, his massive body towering over yours- swallowing you up in his shadow- as the cicadas thrum outside. And Konig lies you on your back, then, dragging you in by those hypnotic hips of yours that always seem to thwart his concentration, folding himself over you as he humps into you like a mutt in heat.

“Cum for me,” he whispers, all feral and sweet, the black curtain of his mask tickling the V of your jaw, “C-Cum for me, please.”

And you do.

All over, soiling the thin fabric of your undies, his pelvis soon jerking in response— stopping dead in its tracks— and then twitching as he nibbles on the soft expanse of your neck, spilling spilling spilling—

“Ah- good,” he whines out, voice blissed-out yet just thick enough to hear.

“Very good—… good girl…”

The my part of the good girl goes unspoken, but Konig really hopes you’ve got no intention of backing out on him now, princess…

(Or the next day. Or the next… Or the next…)

#konig smut #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig x you #konig x reader #konig fanfiction #call of duty #cod x reader #smut #call of duty x reader #i love this man #no complaints here ❤️‍🔥#hope u guys liked this lil thirst fic thing #tell me what u wanna see #im open to good suggestions ♡♡♡

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deepobssesionsstuff · 2 years ago

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Yandere Blaidd The Half Wolf

¡Well well well! What do we have here? A 10-foot werewolf with a heart of gold and the attitude of an edgy young man. And isn't there a single person who makes fics about him? eeehhhh, we have to fix that honey.

You met the half-wolf while you were pulling aquatic plants from the bottom of the lake for your concoctions and potions. You found him dirty and injured at the bottom of the waterfall where you took your baths at night. The half-wolf had the appearance of an abandoned animal. At first you thought it was dead, but you noticed a pulse and a heavy, short breath.

Blaidd is tall as an oak tree, wears massive armor and always carries his trusty greatsword with him. So you can imagine how difficult it was for you to move this good boy to your house. I mean, he probably weights at least 400 pounds.

Once in your home, you weren't entirely sure what to do with him, or his giant armor. You clearly didn't have enough strength to lift him onto the bed, and to be honest, your bed didn't seem strong enough to hold blaidd's weight.

Sooo, you stripped him of his giant armor and left him with a blanket by the fire.

It took blaidd four days to wake up. In that time, you did your best to care for Blaidd. You clean him, keep him warm, feed him and treat his wounds.

When he finally woke up you did your best to try to talk to him. But, the half- wolf just curled up and cried by the fire like a dog that loses its master. Blaidd's words were short, but they all had in common the whisper of a name you didn't recognise.

After three weeks of taking care of him. Blaidd looked so much healthier. But, he still refused to speak most of the times and always seemed to look at you with a tenderness and sadness that broke your heart.

As the four weeks passed, Blaidd began to engage in small conversations with you. He thanked you every time you fed him, and, before you know it, he started to asked you more and more about your private life. He seemed to want to know everything about you, every little detail seemed to be the most interesting thing for Blaidd.

After six weeks, the half wolf was already walking from one side to the other helping you with everything. Do you need help carrying a box full of absolutely nothing? Of course not, but that means nothing to Blaidd. Before you know it, the half wolf was following around like your own shadow.

And, before you know it, blaidd decided to follow you to one of your late-night showers in the river, thing that made you feel uncomfortable... But his wounded puppy expression made you change your mind and just let him follow you around.

As Blaidd and you arrived at the waterfall where your found him, his personality changed radically. He seemed to be afraid that even the smallest and most fragile blade would hurt you. Almost as if a thousand unseen assassins would leap out of the shadows if Blaidd took his eyes off you. You approached the crystal clear water and, in an attempt to ignore the constant warnings of the half-wolf, you took off your boots to wipe your feet.

Blaidd stood by the edge, from a safe distance. Blaidd clearly seemed not to like the idea of taking a bath. As you wiped your feet in the moonlight you gave the half-wolf an accusing look. Your look said: "Are you planning to stay and watch?". Which seemed to annoy him a bit, but after a "Stare-Combat", Blaidd gave up.

"I'll go for a walk, I need to make sure no one comes snooping around while you take your clothes off" Blaidd said with a more authoritative tone than he had ever used before. You responded to Blaidd with a confused and shy nod. And before you even knew it, Blaidd was gone (Which made you feel relieved).

You felt a strange weight on your conscience for being relieved to see Blaidd leave. "He doesn't do it with bad intentions, he's just worried…" you thought as you proceeded to remove your mud-darkened rags. You left your belongings on the shore and proceeded into the depths of the lake. The sound of the waterfall calmed you, for a moment you forgot about Blaidd and his injuries. Now you were just the crazy person who lived in the forest as a hermit, you felt a relaxation and a satisfaction that you had not felt in weeks. Exactly since you dragged the half wolf to your home.

You were so relaxed that you were unable to hear the strange man enter the lake. Like the stealthiest of all snakes the bandit approached with a smart and methodical step, he seemed to want to make sure you didn't hear him, clearly he wanted something more than just your life…

In a fleeting moment, you felt the vibration of the water next to you, and you were able to distinguish the strange figure raising a rusty dagger towards you. But, at the same time that you noticed the figure, you also noticed the giant wolf grab him by the throat, with his claws as sharp as the most lethal of all spears, he tore part of the man's face, and, with a savage movement, he bit the man's neck, causing it to rattle like a weak twig.

In the blink of an eye, next to you, lay the floating corpse of a man you had never seen before in your life. His blood stained the crystalline property of the lake you loved so much. Blaidd's eyes looked at you with an accusing gaze. But, eventually his gaze faded into an expression of compassion and concern. The half wolf approached you, ignoring the corpse of the man floating right at him.

Your legs trembled and tears fell from your eyes like a waterfall. The half wolf brought one of its blood-stained claws close to your face in an attempt to remove the tears from your eyes. With a clumsy movement, you moved away from Blaidd as best you could, managing only to fall on your ass as the sound of the waterfall deafened your attempts to scream and the water made sure you didn't get very far.

Blaidd grabbed one of your legs, digging one of his claws into your foot. You screamed like a pig about to be slaughtered. And, with impressive strength, Blaidd pulled you close, bringing you face to face with him. The half-wolf seemed to be in a trance, his face and muzzle tinged with crimson red. And without a word, he proceeded to pull you out of the lake, ignoring your nakedness. You screamed as loud as you could, but the only ones in that place able to hear you were Blaidd, the dead man and you.

You slapped his back, demanding that he put you down. And, without any emotion in his raspy tone of voice, he replied, "I told you it wasn't safe to come out… but don't worry. You'll be safe now, Y/N. No one will hurt you as long as I protect you." Soon, the forest enveloped your screams, as your giant and fierce protector dragged you into the darkness of the woods.

#Yandere blaidd #yandere werewolf #yandere exophilia #yandere monster #yandere male #male yandere #yandere elden ring #yandere teratophilia

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catmansquad · 1 year ago

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Comfort (P3)

As you and Miguel prepare for the dinner-party; a baby, bad hungers, and Miguel’s brother threaten to ruin the evening.

(In this chapter, we will briefly dive into some of Miggy's past trauma, and to exactly why this version of him is a sex-hungry entity)

‘Stop making yourself taller each time I look away!’ Miguel chuckled at your flustered expression, resting with hands on hips with a sly grin. ‘No idea what you mean…’ You stepped up close to him, leaving the prep work behind in the kitchen and glaring up at him. ‘Oh, really? When we got up this morning, we were the same height pretty much. Now you’re… You’re a freakin’ seven-foot beanpole!’ He laughed again, looming nearly head and shoulders taller than you. ‘I’m six foot nine!’ His amused smirk only grew as he leaned down to nuzzle his nose against yours, eyes rich with mirth and delight. ‘… Are you saying you want me to be seven feet tall? I’m a shapeshifter, mi cariño… I can be whatever I want- or whatever you want… Plus I like being able to reach all the high shelves that you can’t.’ A rumbling purr escaped him as he rested his chin atop your head, letting it vibrate through you. ‘If you tease me, I might just start putting your keys and phone on the high shelf that you can’t reach and make you beg me for it back.’ He hummed softly, stepping back to let you return to your preparations for the dinner party tonight. You checked that the chicken was defrosting, and began to work on assembling the dessert; the chocolate mousse would need plenty of time to chill. ‘… Beanpole?’ You heard the Incubus hum in thought. ‘Yes, beanpole Miguel!’ You didn’t look back, smashing the wrapped chocolate bars on the counter to work out your frustration. ‘Don’t make yourself any taller, please, Miguel… My friends are gonna think I’m dating a giant.’ ‘Ok, promise. No more inches on the height. Only inches where they matter.’ ‘I didn’t think Incu-… Whatever the plural of Incubus is-‘ ‘Incubi!’ He chirped up, cheerful. ‘Incubi needed more inches- I thought they’d have that covered.’ ‘Ay! Now who’s getting saucy?’ Miguel’s laugh was infectiously joyful, you heard his tail slapping against a wall like an excited puppy. ‘No, the sauce is for the starter- and lose the damn tail.’ You clicked your fingers as the mention drove another thought into your head. Yes, the prawns were defrosting fine, too.

You felt all the tension flee from your body, the concern and pressure of the coming evening seemed a million miles away as Miguel hugged you from behind, resting his chin atop your head, a pleased sigh in his chest. ‘Can I help…?’ ‘Can you cook?’ Your question drew a low hum of thought from the larger man, his arms holding you tighter, and pulling back against his body. ‘… No. I mean, I can eat food, but I don’t need it. My brother cooks, I think? Gabri makes some nice things, but I’ve never had the interest… Dios mio… Ahem! But I still want to help!’ He gave you another warm hug, leaning down to nuzzle into your neck with another low purr. You sighed softly, placing the shattered chocolate aside and took the hands that rested across your belly in your own. He was warm, softly squeezing you in his grasp. ‘What are you making…? Something delicious?’ ‘Prawn cocktail, chicken curry, and chocolate mousse…’ ‘Ahh… Sounds delicious. But nothing will be as sweet as you.’ You heard him sigh, pressing against your back, and you felt him shift, subtly changing himself again. ‘Miguel…’ ‘Yes, my love…?’ ‘… Are you seriously beefing yourself up right now?’ You felt the Incubus freeze up; you didn’t need to see his face to guess that his eyes were frantically darting as he desperately thought of an excuse. ‘I… Uh… N-no?’ ‘Keep your mind out of the gutter; I just felt you… swell.’ He snickered briefly, squeezing you in a firm hug and you fought back the urge to let yourself melt into his embrace and spend the entire day just like that. ‘… I just want to be impressive for your friends. For you.’ ‘You’re… You’re already impressive, Miguel. I don’t need to be dating a guy who’s too tall and muscular for most doorways. Being seven feet tall and hulking with muscle isn’t going to… Look, you’re attractive already. You don’t need to go overboard.’ He was purring again, pressing little kisses to your head. ‘Aww, I’m impressive and attractive as is? That just makes my heart melt…’ Miguel adjusted his arms around you, embrace becoming more intimate, loving as he trapped you against his broad chest. His voice was a whisper you almost didn’t hear. ‘Thank you…’

‘Just like that... Yeah?’ Aware that time was starting to become a pressing issue, you had left Miguel in charge of dessert, leaning around his broad body as you pressed up against him, the very inverse of your previous predicament. ‘Right…’ ‘C’mon, Miggy; you’ve got strong arms and I’m sure you’re used to some strong wrist action. Firm whisking should be easy for you.’ ‘Hnngh…’ The sound escaped him, unbidden and you felt him shiver in your arms with delight. ‘… It’s good to see you coming out of your shell a little…’ You rested your head against his broad back for a brief moment, enjoying the softness of his clothing, the warmth of him, and the sweet scents that clung to him. Finally, and somewhat reluctantly, you pulled yourself away to see to your own tasks. So much salad to chop, wash, and prepare. ‘Of course… Once we’ve got the evening to ourselves again, I can give you my own dessert, yes?’ You glanced over as he paused whisking, eyes looking into your own as a smirk crept onto his features, his voice was a husky whisper, just enough for you to hear. ‘… It’s very thick and has a lot of delicious cream, mi vida...’ ‘Oh my fucking god, Miguel. Please. Stop it.’ ‘I don’t think you want me to…’ His eyes twinkled with mischief, smirking at you. ‘I am not going to explain to Scott and Callista why I’m an absolute mess, with salad in my hair, and no food ready to go… C’mon; you wanted beefy arms, so put those muscles to use.’

You were flung into a panic at the knock on your door, immediately drawing Miguel’s gaze and watching how he looked around, like he was trying to sense something you couldn’t see. ‘They’re here… Very early. It’s fine… I can make this work!’ You set down the half-chopped salad and steeled your nerves. It was time for happy smiles, introduce Miguel and lie through your teeth that he was your loving boyfriend. ‘it’s fine. This is fine! They’ll just have to understand that they’re too early, that they’ll have to wait for dinner and maybe they could even lend a hand…. It’s fine…’ You grasped the door handle, drawing a deep breath. ‘Ok… Miguel is my boyfriend, he is very, very human and is not a sex pest…’ You fixed the welcoming smile to your face and began to pull the door open, only too late hearing the hurried footsteps, watching Miguel slide towards you, clawed toes curling and cutting streaks into your carpet with a look of building horror in his eyes. On the other side of the door, a man greeted you with a warm smile; his dark brown hair rose in gravity-defying curls, golden-brown eyes bright and kind. Where Miguel was sharp and angular, he was soft and tranquil. Where Miguel was tall and strong, he was shorter and skinny. Wearing white leggings and a jacket, the shirt beneath was marred with bright splotches of colour, and in a love heart across the chest a message printed upon it read; “MAKE LOVE (AND ART) NOT WAR”. ‘Hello!’ His voice was warm, friendly, but as soon as his gaze found Miguel did you watch him beam in delight. ‘Brother! There you are! Aren’t you going to introduce me?’ You felt Miguel’s forehead rest softly against your shoulder, one of his arms coming around to wrap across your stomach. You could practically feel his embarrassed reluctance. ‘… This is Gabri. My little brother.’ Gabriel took one of your hands gently in his own, his touch was gentle as a cool summer breeze, warm as the sun’s rays, and you took a moment to remind yourself that beneath that charming exterior, he was another Incubus. Now, there were two very handsome brothers in your home. Oh, yes, your mind briefly went places with that knowledge.

‘Brother, you didn’t tell me was going to be so hand-‘ ‘Cállate…’ Miguel hissed at him, teeth gritted. You returned to the salad, pretending that you couldn’t hear them only a short distance away. ‘Yeah, but-‘ ‘Cállate-!’ ‘Why are you speaking Spanish, Miggy?’ Gabriel sounded like he wanted to laugh, you felt his gaze briefly upon your neck and heard him gasp. ‘Ohh! Wait, does he straight up melt if you speak to him in Spanish? Oh, that explains it…’ ‘Shut. Up. Brother.’ ‘Well… Just take this then… I know you don’t like to come prepared…’ The soft rustle of a paper bag changing hands reached your ears. You set the knife down gently, rather than accidentally cut yourself for how hard you were blushing. You took a shaky breath, reminding yourself that your own thoughts were private, neither of the two brothers could read your mind. They could, however, read your emotions, and right now you were a blushing mess. ‘Gabri, you’re a better cook. Since you wanted to come here, you can help…’ ‘Oh! Sure!’ You registered the presence of Gabriel at your back, peering over your shoulder. He smelled of sweet vanilla and lavender, you felt his hands rest on your hips- and they immediately pulled away at the growling snarl that escaped from Miguel; a low, possessive sound that made you shiver. ‘You can help here, Gabri…’ Miguel’s voice was laced with threat. With an unbothered chuckle, Gabriel stepped away from you to take over the still unfinished chocolate mousse. ‘… What did you do to this, Miggy? Ah, no matter. I can fix it.’ The shift in Miguel’s attitude was noticeable, and you found it amusing at just how grumpy he had become, as if he had become the grouch to his brother’s sunny, unbreakably cheerful disposition. You felt Miguel’s arms wrap across your chest as he pressed up close against you, humming as he placed soft kisses on your neck. ‘You’re being possessive, Miggy?’ ‘… Please don’t keep calling me that as well. I was enjoying our time together… I was hoping we would have a nice time together, enjoy the dinner party…’ Your breathing picked up as his tongue began to softly lick across your neck, replaced by the ghosting tease of his teeth- some very sharp fangs grazing gently. ‘… Then once they were gone, I was going to take you to bed and make sweet, intense love to you, all night long. But we could also do it on the sofa, or the table..’ ‘M-Miguel…’ His purr at you whispering his name rumbled low in his chest. Gabriel gave a pause from filling the dessert glasses to smile at the pair of you, perhaps it was the light, but his eyes were glinting more gold than brown. ‘Careful, Miggy… You’ve still got to get through the evening, so you’ve gotta keep your pants up for a while longer.’ You felt Miguel pull you closer against him, resting against you with an irritated sigh. ‘… My brother has been here all of five minutes… At least he is not-‘ ‘Ah, so… Miggy’s boyfriend! Can I ask a simple question?’ You ignored Miguel’s whine of irritation that hinted he knew exactly what his brother was about to ask and nodded. ‘Sure, Gabriel.’ ‘ What is beauty to you?’ ‘… Yep. There we go...’

What had begun as a simple question had expanded into a philosophical debate with the other Incubus. Yet it helped to keep you focused on the task at hand, the two of you leaving Miguel sulking, perched atop one of the kitchen counters as the two of you finished the preparation for dinner. ‘… As Incubi, I think that we’re creatures of beauty. I mean, sure, for humans; male sexuality can be a minefield, and it doesn’t get any better when we start getting involved… We try our best, but... Y’know… “A few bad apples” and all that. But we’re here; striking garments, charming smiles, encouraging voices in times of need… Balms of the soul…. Pure bliss that can overwhelm the senses and heal a troubled heart… Beauty itself…’ You didn’t realise just how soft Gabriel’s voice had become, how gentle his eyes were until you found his hands cupping your face, leaning into his touch. ‘GABRIEL!’ The ferocious growl snapped you from your stupor and Gabriel’s expression turned sheepish as he stepped back. You whirled on your feet, to find Miguel leaning from the counter towards you, sharp teeth gritted, and eyes red and blazing with unsuppressed jealously. ‘Of course… We can also be prone to being incredibly moody, jealous and possessive of those we care for…’ Gabriel finished with a nervous smile.

You had finished laying the table when the soft knock on the door came, your eyes shot up, glancing at the brothers; Miguel stood with his arms folded, narrowed eyes on you. Gabriel hugged him from his left side, head resting on his shoulder, smiling. ‘Ok… Ok… We’ve got this. U-uh, Miguel, please get changed into something smarter, Gabriel; your tail is showing.’ You hurried out of the room to your door, steeling your nerves and reminding yourself of everything you had before. It was time for take two. You fixed a smile to your face and opened the door, greeting the couple on the other side. ‘Hi! Scott, Callista, you look- oh, she’s so precious...’ They both looked exhausted, you noted. Scott’s glasses were wonky, his dark hair was messy and he struggled to get a smile on his face. Beside him, Callista’s brown hair was tied into pigtails, she was doing a far better job of smiling, carrying the wrapped bundle in her arms, the tiny form of the infant barely visible beneath the fluffy cloths and pink hat. You kept your voice soft to not wake the baby and beckoned them inside. Scott trudged across the threshold carrying several bags worth of childcare gear. ‘So, um… There’s been some changes since the last time we spoke, I, uh…’ ‘Stop fussing, Gabri, you look fine.’ ‘You should have worn the tuxedo, Miggy.’ ‘It’s a dinner party, not a…’ Miguel’s voice died in his throat, the brothers looking to the three of you. Miguel was dressed in a fancy white dress shirt buttoned up to his throat, with grey trousers and shined black shoes. His attire was tight enough to show his broad physique. Beside him Gabriel had replaced his shirt with a pure black variant, his jacket a gentle sky blue with golden feathers patterned down the arms and back. They looked... Stylish, you supposed. Gabriel gave you a fond smile, Miguel’s eyes were focused on the baby in Callista’s arms, and you swore a flash of emotion passed briefly over his features, he swallowed thickly before forcing himself to smile. ‘A-Ah… T-this is Miguel, m-my… My boyfriend, and his brother, Gabriel.’ Gabriel gave them a soft, friendly wave, Miguel’s smile was brief, he finally tore his gaze from the baby to focus on you once again. ‘Uh, you can put her down in the spare room for now, we’ll be eating soon- Gabriel, could I have a hand?’ You certainly trusted Miguel to keep your friends company over Gabriel, there was a distinctly nagging feeling that his passions would inevitably turn the conversation into another philosophical debate on the nature of beauty- and might inevitably blow his own nature. Or convince them that he and his brother were weirdos and you were dating one of them. One of the two could happen. Miguel would just have to live without your presence for a time until the starter was ready.

Only once throughout the entire meal did the baby wake in desperate cries. You watched Callista set down her cutlery and rise from her chair with a knowing look. ‘Aww, someone’s hungry for their own dinner…’ Gabriel spoke with a soft smile, hands clasped together under his chin. You watched Miguel swallow the lump in his throat again, he looked… Haunted, almost. He nearly jumped out of his seat as you took his hand in a soft squeeze. ‘Mig…?’ ‘I’m alright, my love…’ He purred back with a warm smile, squeezing your hand back in return. You found his smile infectious and felt your own growing on your face until Miguel’s hand slipped free from your grasp and you returned your attention to dessert before you. No matter the disaster Miguel had caused, Gabriel had somehow made perfection out of it. Eventually, Callista returned to the table, all but falling into seat with an exhausted groan. ‘… She was very hungry…’ She noted before picking up her spoon again. The conversation shifted to you and Miguel, and he took your hand again in a reassuring squeeze. ‘Miggy’s very sweet.’ You smiled, even as you were quietly screaming in panic on the inside. ‘Sometimes he can look big and scary, but he’s just a big teddy bear beneath it all.’ ‘I’ll vouch for that.’ Gabriel held up a hand, earning a glare from his older brother. ‘Miggy’s got a huge heart, he’ll love this one so deeply.’ You bit back a nervous laugh, already blushing. Merciful relief came in the form of your friend’s daughter crying once again. Callista glanced to her husband and he nodded. ‘Yeah… I’ll go…’ ‘I’ll.. come with you. Spare me the embarrassment of my brother.’ Miguel pushed himself up from the table, following Scott into the spare room.

‘Aww, what’s wrong now, little one? Hungry? Messy? No, no… You had a bad dream and woke up all alone, didn’t you…?’ With a soft, gentle ease, Miguel lifted the infant from her basket, cradling her close in his arms against his chest, softly hushing her cries into little whimpers as he radiated comfort and protection. ‘There, there… I’m here for you…’ Scott watched the sight, and slumped down onto the small armchair in the room, an exhausted sigh passing across his features. ‘H-how…? You make it look so easy. You’ve got to tell me your secret, man…’ ‘Just natural talent.’ He shot a wry smirk at the exhausted father before returning to the infant, rocking her and humming a wordless tune. As she settled in his arms, he swallowed the thick lump in his throat, memories were bubbling to the surface. Old memories, uncomfortable memories. ‘… You know, little one… I had a little girl, once… Just like you. But that was a lifetime ago… I was a different man back then… A whole other world…’

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Miguel was awake at the sound of Gabriella’s fussing, as if his body had become attuned to her slightest distress. He dragged himself from his bed, staggering half asleep across the hall and stopped at the door to her nursery, finding relief in the silhouette of his brother leaning over her crib, soothing her back to sleep. He smiled softly, knowing she was in good hands. Gabriel had been his saviour so many a time, and his love for his niece was second only to Miguel’s own love for his daughter. He stepped into the lounge, waiting for his brother to return from soothing her to sleep, to tender thanks- He froze, eyes going wide, fear and panic coiled like a blooming flower in his chest, its roots burned his veins and he found himself trembling, breathing quickening. His brother was right before him, passed out on the sofa from exhaustion. So, who-?

The floorboards creaked as his footsteps thundered, he sprinted back to the nursery door, witnessing the shadow cradling the bundle of his daughter in his arms. ‘Gabri!! GABRIEL!!’ He howled, hearing the thump and crash of his brother startling awake. ‘Put. My. Daughter. Down!’ He snarled, the instincts and rage of a father rising like a fierce wolf within him. The shadow hesitated, softly hushing the little whimpers of Gabriella as she stirred from her rest. ‘Look at me, you bastard!’ The figure turned slowly, stepping into the moonlight, the curtains fluttered in the breeze of the open window. Miguel felt his brother’s reassuring hand on his shoulder, and both stared into red eyes- Miguel’s own face stared back at him.

Miguel heard his apartment door crash open. He crawled across the nursery floor, driven by anger and determination. Gabriella was wailing in his doppelganger’s arms, Gabriel lay crumpled beneath a patch of cracked and shattered wall- from where his other self had thrown his brother aside with one hand and ferocious strength. Miguel had briefly laid hands on his daughter- his other self had growled at him, then pain. He was bleeding, he was bleeding heavily from the deep gash in his left side; claws had cut through cloth, skin and nearly cleaved through bone. Footsteps, hurrying in boots, an unfamiliar man slid into view, horrified with wide eyes. ‘Miguel, stop it! Stop it!! She’s not your daughter! She’s not your child-‘ ‘She IS mine!’ His doppelganger snarled back, deaf to Gabriella’s desperate wailing, holding her close, possessive. ‘Mig-‘ ‘SHE’S MINE!!’ The stranger seemed taken aback by that deafening roar and followed his doppelganger out with one last sorrowful look. Miguel reached out with a desperate whimper, looking to that empty doorway, then to his brother- who looked back with that faint sparkle in his eyes, a tear running down his cheek. They remained there until Santa Muerte arrived to take them both in her gentle embrace.

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‘… Well, looks like everyone needs a little nap, mm?’ He smiled softly, laying the sleeping infant gently back into her basket and ensuring she was comfortable and tucked in. In the armchair, Scott had fallen asleep. Miguel hummed in thought, mulling over the memories he had stirred up. Being human had caused him enough pain, if it wasn’t in that life, it was in another. His fate was seemingly chained to Spider-Man. So, he had chosen to return as something non-human- to try and escape it and the pain of what had happened. He had chosen this for the passion to numb the pain, to lose himself in bliss and sex like a drug. No-one had ever warned him that Incubi felt emotions more intensely than humans. Then, he had found you; the same voice, the same face as the stranger that had accompanied his doppelganger. Lo and behold, Spider-Man was never too far behind you, only this time in harmless comic form. He glanced back into the lounge, where he saw his brother keeping you and Callista entertained. His brother, his eternal support. Miguel mused that he could’ve chosen to reincarnate as a badger and Gabriel would probably have leapt right into it after him. He was probably driving you both mad with his motor-mouth’s seemingly never-ending tirade on the nature of beauty and delight. Perhaps it was for the best that Gabriel didn’t recall their final moments… Miguel hesitated, turning over one of his hands, shaping his nails out into long, sharp claws before reverting back. If Spider-Man put in a more personal appearance, to take you away this time... Well. His strength was immense, his form was malleable, his passions were dangerous, and his senses were sharper than knives. Miguel considered himself more than a match this time.

‘… I’m not one to be a critic, but I think art’s lost its way. No-one’s really got that spark of talent anymore. People pay billions for it? For what, for a canvas someone’s just smeared shit on and hung up in a gallery? That’s not beauty. Beauty demands expression, it demands the artist bear their soul to the world, even if it means pain in return.’ You sat back in your chair, only half listening to Gabriel continue his energetic debate. Callista seemed enraptured, but you put that up to the Incubus’ charms over any actual interest in the topic of conversation. ‘Your husband has taken some rest of his own… He is sleeping as soundly as your daughter.’ Miguel murmured softly as he took a seat beside you, one arm pulling you to lean against him, a content hum in his throat. ‘Gabri, I think you’ve said enough for the time being.’ His brother opened and closed his mouth, staring at him in shock before shaking his head with a nervous chuckle.

With Scott, Calista and their still sleeping daughter on their way home, you bid Gabriel a fond farewell on your doorstep with a gentle hug, and his soft promise that he would return again. ‘He means he’s going to stalk art galleries, criticizing every painting in sight until some bright young thing tries to correct him. Then they’re under his spell before they know it. He treats them well….’ You found Miguel on the sofa, hugging a cushion to his chest as if he was afraid it would disintegrate if he let go. There was something about him that gave you pause, a sense of desperation that he was restraining. ‘Miguel, are you… alright?’ He shook his head slowly, eyes red once again as he looked up to you. ‘No… ‘m hungry…’ H-how can you be hungry, we literally just had a three course meal. What sort of metabolism do you have?’ ‘No… No. You don’t understand. I’m hungry….’ ‘You’re- Oh.’ The realisation hit you like a slap to the face as you saw the bright hunger in his eyes, and you felt a shiver run softly down your spine as you reminded yourself exactly what sort of being you were sharing a home with. ‘Please say yes… Please… I want to take you. Right now. So badly…’ He drew a shaky breath, a hand on his face that concealed his sparkling eyes. ‘I need this, damnit!..’ ‘Alright…’ You reached out and took his other hand in both of yours, trying to quieten your nerves for just what you were agreeing to. It was just like the dreams, you reminded yourself. Only you were now lucid, and very much aware of just who and what you were about to sleep with. ‘I’ll be gentle… Unless you don’t want me to…’ He peeked at you from between his fingers, eyes dark with the haze of lust and hunger so strong it was almost contagious and stirred something inside you. With one tug of surprising strength, you tumbled atop him onto the sofa and his lips were upon yours, teeth nipping on your bottom lip, hands roaming. From here, it could only get better.

(What, you think I'd write explicit stuff on Tumblr? Maybe on the AO3 version when I inevitably upload it there. Maybe they'll be a little treat of that in the next chapter.)

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x male reader #gabriel o'hara

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miracleonice87 · 2 years ago

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#18 - Paris: Barzy

from m’s midnights prompt list

cw: 18+; gets just a lil spicyyyy at the end

a belated birthday treat for @kerwritesthings 🫶 enjoy!

18. Paris: “Privacy sign on the door / and on my page and on the whole world / romance is not dead if you keep it just yours”

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“Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty.”

You woke to Mat’s gentle whispers and feathery kisses to your upper back and down your arm, sighing blissfully as your senses finally roused. You turned onto your back to find him resting on his side, freshly showered and donning the plush, white resort bathrobe.

“Good morning, handsome,” you greeted him, your hand coming to rest on his stubbly cheek, thumb stroking his jaw.

He beamed, gathering your fingers in his and pressing kisses to each one. “Hated to wake you, but our brunch reservation is in about an hour,” he told you.

You nodded, arching your back to stretch your sleepy muscles before sitting up in bed, tucking the covers around your bare chest.

“What time is it?” you asked, rubbing your eyes as Mat chuckled, flopping onto his back.

“Just after 10,” he answered.

Your eyes went wide. “Jesus,” you muttered. You reached for your phone on the nightstand on your side of the bed, then snuggled back into Mat’s side as you turned off “Do Not Disturb” mode for the first time in 36 hours and scrolled the bevy of notifications that immediately appeared on your screen.

10 missed calls

4 missed FaceTime calls

13 iMessages

Bestie - iMessage: do you wanna grab drinks later??

Bestie - iMessage: bitch why tf is your do not disturb on in the middle of the day

Mom - iMessage: Hi! Just checking in because I haven’t heard from you today. Hope all is well! XOXO

Sis - iMessage: Did you watch Vanderpump tonight?

Sis - iMessage: HELLOOO

Sis - iMessage: I’m going to bed, better wake up to a text from you so I know you’re not dead in a ditch somewhere

Broski - iMessage: where tf are you, dude

Sis - iMessage: Guess not. Call meeee pls

Bestie - iMessage: your sister called me this morning, you better tell one of us you’re alive

Broski - iMessage: yooooooooo???

Bestie - iMessage: are you with your secret boyfriend? your sister just asked me and I’m pretty sure she’s onto something

Mom - iMessage: Your sister mentioned that you might be with a guy. If that is the case, PLEASE be careful!!! XOXO

Sis - iMessage: Oh you are SO completely with that dude

“Your family think I kidnapped you?” Mat asked behind you, ghosting his fingertips back and forth across your shoulders, sending a tingle down your spine.

You breathed a laugh and locked your phone. “Little bit,” you answered, rolling over onto him, belly to belly. “Let ‘em,” you proclaimed, tossing your phone to the end of the bed.

“Whatever you say,” he said, allowing his hands to travel down your back and come to rest on the curve of your ass, giving each of them a hearty squeeze.

“You left the privacy sign on the door, right?” you whispered, rolling your hips into his and combing your acrylic nails against his scalp slowly, suggestively.

He swallowed hard, then let out a shaky breath through pursed lips. “Y-yeah.”

You gave a single nod, then lowered your head to whisper, “good,” in his ear before biting at the shell of it, causing him to shudder beneath you.

You chuckled devilishly, starting to shimmy your way down the mattress, leaving kisses along his body in your wake.

“Mmm, I think we’re gonna be late for brunch,” you told him softly, trailing your nails down his abs.

The six-foot-tall, two-hundred-something hockey player beneath you whimpered like a newborn puppy as you toyed with the waistband of his briefs, smirking all the while.

#m's midnights prompt list #requests #mat barzal #mathew barzal #mat barzal blurb #mathew barzal blurb #mat barzal fanfiction #mathew barzal fanfiction

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onegianthotmess · 8 months ago

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Chilchuck unofficially and randomly adopting this random teen that started following him around like a cute lost puppy and, like a month later, he’s all “Yeah, this is my kid. And if you look at her the wrong way, I’ll fucking beat your sorry ass so bad that you’ll think the devil is a goddamn saint, you rotten son of a bitch-” while she stands behind him quietly and shyly after some random guy bumped into her.

Also she’s like two to three feet taller than him, almost or just at the point of being six feet tall, despite being a teen.

So this middle aged Half-foot man who’s not even four feet in height is just threatening this guy who bumped into his unofficially adopted shy daughter who towers over him by a good two to three feet.

The image in my head is fucking adorable and I’m tempted to write a little scenario now-

#delicious in dungeon #dungeon meshi #chilchuck #chilchuk tims

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ceilidho · 1 year ago

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damn ghost is so big he makes me think of soap as a “lil guy” the man is six foot or something and built hella strong???? he is no lil guy but wow????

i'm literally so weak about it. i think soap is just under six foot but he's basically right there and he's absolutely jacked, like on a normal day he'd make anyone in the vicinity feel small, but then Ghost comes around and it's like? sorry? my little puppy boy Soap is supposed to be big and tall? but he fits right under Ghost's chin, that can't be right :\\

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huckleberrykai · 2 years ago

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hueningkai ~ i thought we were in love already?

pairing: kai x fem!reader summary: kai tries to think of ways to get you to like him, unbeknownst to him you've been in love with him the whole time. genre: best friends to lovers warnings: nervous kai, food word count: 1k click here for my masterlist!

kai wants you to like him.

soooooo bad.

he's had a crush on you for about 3 years, so basically since you met. you started working as a makeup artist for TXT 3 and a half years ago and never looked back. you clicked with all of them straight away, and slowly you were incorporated into their friday night movie nights, into their joint vacations, beomgyu even joked that you were their unofficial 6th member once, despite not singing and dancing for a living.

being friends with the boys became as easy as breathing, and now it was more than uncommon to find you without at least one of them glued to your side at any given minute.

especially kai.

you had gotten close faster than anyone else, due to your shared love of anime, plushies and video games. you had similar music tastes, but still different enough to warrant you making each other playlists of songs you think the other would like.

in the beginning, you often had hangout sessions to play games and watch anime together, but these turned into cuddle sessions over time. slowly they became sleepovers, and eventually, it ended up with you crashing at the dorm at least 2 nights a week. you were usually snuggled up to kai, both sleeping peacefully on his small, plushie-invaded bed while taehyun just sighed, looking on from his side of the room.

the members had all noticed this of course. it was hard not to notice the lovesick puppy he became whenever you were around. the longing stares, the sharing of snacks, the comparing hand sizes just so he could touch your hand. they were getting sick of it.

so what do they do? sit him down for an intervention. obviously.

"i just don't know how to make her like me..." kai pouted, clinging onto a plush cat in a penguin costume that you had gifted him for his birthday.

"SHE TOTALLY LIKES YOU ALREADY!! ARE YOU BLIND!?!" beomgyu screamed in his classic beomgyu fashion.

"WELL SHE HASN'T TOLD ME?? and we dont keep secrets from each other so she can't like me! ha!" kai argued smugly.

"not to side with beomgyu.. but you haven't told her either.." soobin cut in. kai fell back into the couch in defeat.

okay so intervention wasn't gonna cut it.

"haven't told who what?" you strolled into the room casually, stealing a sandwich from yeonjun's lunch plate, resulting in him glaring daggers at you.

maybe the intervention would work better with you here.

you looked around, mouth full of sandwich. soobin looked very awkward, taehyun's eyes were wide, beomgyu looked on the verge of crying with laughter and yeonjun.. well his sandwich was stolen. >:(

kai was BRIGHT red. like a fire engine.

"how long have you been here?" taehyun asked. you shrugged, taking another bite, "only a couple minutes, i just got here. why are you guys being weird?"

yeonjun sighed, looking directly at kai, "PLEASE can you just say it. or i will if you want me to?" he asked him. the poor boy was malfunctioning, he wanted you to know how much he loved you but was petrified of your rejection. he nodded to the older boy, not trusting his voice. he felt small under your gaze, letting out a meek, "you can say it."

he shoved his face into his plushie as if an 8-inch tall cat was going to hide an entire six-foot tall man. oh well, he could try. yeonjun turned to you seriously.

"kai really likes you but he's way too nervous to ask you out. he loves you a lot but doesn't know how to say it. this was supposed to be an intervention for him.. or maybe more like a pep talk? but then you showed up." he explained, doing his best to tell you gently.

"oh. i thought we already knew we liked each other? was i supposed to not know?"

beomgyu couldn't hold in his laughs anymore, "I TOLD YOU!!" kai's face shot up in surprise, "w-what?" he croaked.

you tilted your head in confusion, stuffing your hands in the pockets of kai's hoodie. "well.. we cuddle all the time, we're always holding hands, you kiss my cheeks when i'm sad, we even have matching rings?" you wiggled your fingers, showing off your ring to emphasise your point. "i've been in love with you this whole time, i just thought you weren't ready to be in a relationship yet being an idol and all? did i read the situation wrong? oh god-"

"NO!! no you definitely read it right!" he frantically waved, making sure you understand. "i like you so much, and i DID want you to know.. i guess i just didn't believe you'd like me too."

"kai do you think i sleep in the beds of people i don't like? wear their clothes?" you pulled at the hoodie covering your figure. he shook his head. "i guess not."

"you're so silly." you made your way across the room and sat down on the floor next to him, taking his hand in yours. "will you be my boyfriend then? officially?"

you'd never seen kai smile wider than in that moment. he threw his arms around you and held you close to him. "yes please." his voice was soft but you heard it, turning to press a kiss to his cheek. you missed slightly and hit the corner of his mouth, and butterflies erupted in his tummy.

"YES!!" "FINALLY!" "congratulations!" "WOO!!"

your friends cheered for you as you held your new boyfriend in your arms, all smiles.

"anyway.. what i actually came here to ask, do you guys wanna get barbecue together later?"

somehow the cheers were even louder for barbecue than they were for Y/Nkai

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after getting barbecue with the boys, you decided to sleep over. nothing out of the ordinary, but the first time you'd be sleeping over as kai's girlfriend.

"i love you."

"you've told me that 3 times in the last 5 minutes."

"yeah but i spent 3 years not telling you."

"go to sleep." you snuggled further into his chest, pulling the blanket around the two of you.

"not until you say it back." he held you tightly.

"i love you too kai. so much." you pecked his cheek, making him smile contently. suddenly taehyun's lamp lit up from the other side of the room.

"will both of you shut up and sleep."

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theradicalscrivener · 11 months ago

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The Little Spoon 2

Good heck. It's been like 10 years between updates. Part 1 was one of the earliest one shots I ever wrote, but recent ask prompts gave me inspiration for a fun way to continue the story.

Experiments with the shrinking potion have left Caleb decidedly short, but he's not too tiny to get by in daily life... yet. The couple aren't quite ready to take that plunge, but Felipe has an idea for how they can still have their fun without Caleb needing to shrink.

(Themes: Hyper, growth, macro, and some shrink related bits.)

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[First Chapter]

Things had taken an interesting turn for Caleb and Felipe ever since their first experiment with the shrinking potion. After Caleb had grown back, he realized he now stood a solid six feet tall. An impressive size by most standard, but a full three inches shorter than he had been the day before.

The thought of being smaller excited Caleb to no end. With another couple of doses, he would someday be permanently shorter than his boyfriend, Felipe! The sheer thought of which made Caleb incredibly excited. Sure, it would be weird to explain to his coworkers, but if they spaced things out enough, no one would worry.

That was the plan anyway, but a few months later, Caleb and Felipe had another night of fun with the shrinking potion. This time, when Caleb grew back, he stood only five foot six! He had lost six whole inches! That was double what had happened the last time! Caleb was now almost as short as his “little lover”… almost.

Felipe was as confused as Caleb. He had no idea why the shrinkage had been so intense this time. To make matters worse, Caleb’s shrinkage had been so intense that he couldn’t gaslight his coworkers into thinking he had always been that tall. Dropping from 6’3 to 6’ was easy. Few people were that tall. He still appeared “large” to everyone, but when he got back to the office that following Monday, he was clearly average height.

Rumors abounded. Most people assumed he had some sort of health issue. Every day at the office he was greeted with sympathy for his diminished size and deteriorating health. It was strange. Caleb was still average height, but people treated him like he was so small. Every comment about his reduced size drove him wild. Every time the taller guys at the office tried to help him get something down from the top shelf got Caleb incredibly hot under the collar. He found himself more and more craving another dose. He wanted to get smaller. He didn’t want to just be average, he wanted to be tiny! One more dose was all it would take. Just one more and he’d be even shorter than his petite boyfriend.

It had taken a lot of convincing to get Felipe to agree, but eventually he did. Felipe never was able to resist when Caleb really turned up the charm. A few pairs of puppy dog eyes later, and the couple found themselves once more having a size shifting night of bedroom fun.

This time, when Caleb grew back, he was only 4’6! He had lost a full foot of height! Caleb had wanted to be shorter than his boyfriend, but now Caleb only reached up to Felipe’s shoulders. Caleb was now eye level with Felipe’s toned chest.

Caleb was no longer average. He was no longer even just short. He was child-sized! He was as small as he had been back in middle school! Yet, despite how worried he knew he should be, he was ecstatic. He loved being so small and couldn’t help but daydream about getting even smaller. Every comment his coworkers made about his height, every time Caleb needed to climb on a chair to get coffee in the morning, every time Felipe snuck up behind him and wrapped Caleb in a hug while resting his chin atop Calebs head, every time Caleb’s toe caught the lip of the step as he got onto the bus reminded him of how much he had shrunk.

It was maddening. Caleb wanted to get smaller with every fiber of his being, but he knew that the next shrinkage would change everything for him. Even though they had waited months between the last two potions, the amount Caleb shrunk had still doubled. The effects didn’t seem to diminish with time. The next time he shrunk he might end up less than three feet tall! That was kindergartener sized! How would he get around at the size? Would he be able to keep doing his job?

As the months went on, the debate still raged within Caleb’s head and within their household. When Caleb got so small that he could no longer work, would they be able to live off of Felipe’s wages? They wouldn’t need as much space, and they could move away from downtown. Get a small, cheaper place close to the shop that Felipe worked. Caleb wouldn’t need much space. He wouldn’t even need much room. Once he got small enough, he wouldn’t even count as another mouth to feed!

Felipe had to admit that Caleb made some good points. Caleb always seemed so happy now that he was smaller, and Felipe couldn’t deny how much he liked having a boyfriend who was smaller than he was. Felipe also wanted to see Caleb get even smaller, but he didn’t understand the potions well enough. He needed more time. He needed more experimentation. That was why he had suggested the two of them spend a quiet weekend out in the country.

The camping trip started out pretty normally. While Caleb assembled their tent, Felipe started a fire and made some hot cocoa, but one of the two mugs had a little something special.

“So, tell me, how was work today?” Felipe asked. He sipped at his cocoa and struggled to hide his smirk.

“The same as always. We got a new client, and I had to meet with them for a bit. I can’t tell you how glad I was that I was able to get out at three. I think I would have gone mad if I had to do the old grip and grin until six,” Caleb said.

“I thought you liked your job,” Felipe said sympathetically.

“I do… most of the time. My coworkers are great, but I hate having to put on a face for new clients. It feels so fake. I’d rather just stay back and do the numbers part,” Caleb explained.

“Yeah. And you’re great at it too. Have you asked your boss about what we talked about? You know… working from home?” Felipe asked.

“I’ve mentioned it a few times. It’s uh… I’ll be honest. I don’t like acting like what’s happened is a disease. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me… well… You’re the best thing that ever happened to be, and this is partially also you so… you get what I mean.” Caleb mumbled awkwardly.

“You don’t have to worry. I know what you meant,” Felip said with a laugh.

“Yeah. I know. But how do I tell the boss that I might someday be too small to work from the office?” Caleb asked.

“Just be honest with him,” Felipe said.

“Hey, boss. I’m thinking of shrinking again. Is that cool with you all?” Caleb said as if acting out his meeting with the boss. His delivery was so cheesy that Felipe half expected to hear a canned laugh track along with it.

“Not that honest...” Felipe said with a groan and an eyeroll.

“How would you do it?” Caleb asked.

“Maybe something Truth Adjacent… like ‘I think I might shrink some more’,” Felipe said.

“That still feels shifty…” Caleb replied.

“Well, if we want to take things to the next step, we’ll need to do something about your job. I think you’d be happier if you can still keep working,” Felipe said.

“You know. It’s weird to hear you talk like this. I would have thought you’d be pushing for me to keep my size,” Caleb replied.

“Honey, I gave up on talking you out of this a looong time ago,” Felipe said with a laugh. “Now, I just want to help you fulfil your dream in a way that doesn’t make you give up everything else.”

“I knew I loved you for a reason,” Caleb said. He moved in closer to Felipe and went in for a hug and a kiss, but Felipe raised a hand to stop him. Caleb was momentarily taken aback, but he watched questioningly as Felipe chugged the rest of his cocoa.

“Alright. Kiss me, big boy!” Felipe said after slamming back the rest of his mug.

“Shouldn’t I be calling you Big Boy?” Caleb asked.

“Oh, if only you knew,” Felipe replied with a chuckle and sly wink.

Caleb didn’t have time to ask for clarification. Felipe grabbed the front of Caleb’s shirt and effortlessly pulled the smaller guy in for a passionate kiss.

Caleb tensed up for but a second before relaxing and surrendering himself to his lover’s embrace. Felipe felt so huge and powerful. Just feeling how much bigger his boyfriend was than him drove Caleb wild. He couldn’t wait until Felipe felt even larger…

It was as that thought crossed his mind that Caleb began to realize that he could feel Felipe shifting in his arms. Felipe wasn’t moving per se, but their positions were definitely changing. It was as if Felipe was getting bigger in his arms, but that would mean…

It was right as the realization dawned on Caleb that Felipe suddenly pulled away. “Oh, wow. This is happening faster than I expected!” Felipe said.

Felipe got up and started peeling off his shirt. At first, Caleb was surprised and confused. Felipe wasn't even trying to be sexy about the way he was struggling against his clothing. At first, Caleb thought that Felipe had a spider crawl up his shirt or something, but he quickly realized that Felipe was struggling to remove his normally loose tank top. The soft fabric began to strain. Even his shorts were getting tight around his slender thighs.

Caleb had thought for a second that he was shrinking once more, but it quickly became apparent that it was Felipe who was growing! And fast, at that! Felipe was surging upwards and outwards in size so swiftly that his shorts began to fray and tear as his normally slender thighs grew too large and too thick for his shorts to contain. Soon, he was so huge that his shorts burst clean open, causing his impressive package to spill out.

By this point, Felipe was so tall, that his dangly bits were hanging at eye level to his shorter than average beau. Felip had almost doubled in size in the span of a minute! His fat, soft cock was now easily a foot and a half long! The enormous tool was as thick as a pool noodle and almost as long as Caleb's whole arm! Felipe's hefty nuts were now the size of oranges and hung heavily in their sack, and he was still growing!

Upwards and outwards Felipe grew and grew. Soon he was so tall that Caleb barely reached his knees! Felipe's dick was now nearly three feet long! It was longer than Caleb's torso and nearly as thick! Each massive orb that now dangled over Caleb's head was the size of a watermelon! His nuts were so huge that they nearly rivaled the size of Caleb's head! Felipe's ballsack was rapidly approaching the size of a bean bag chair! The combined mass of Felipe's two enormous cojones could have easily eclipsed Caleb's head and shoulders! And Caleb was silently wishing that Felipe would do just that! Yet even as Caleb fantasized, Felipe was still growing larger and larger!

As Caleb stared up at his swelling lover, Felipe glanced down and flashed him a playful wink and said, “We might not be able to shrink you again just yet, but we can still have loads of fun. There’s no one around for miles which gives me plenty of room.”

Caleb did not have time to admire the view at their current sizes, because soon Felipe was so large that Caleb barely reached halfway up his boyfriend's shins! Felipe's was so massive that Caleb's broad, burly bod was thinner than just his lithe boyfriend's ankles! Caleb had to crane his neck in order to stare up in awe at his now towering boyfriend. Felipe's massive cock and balls dangled far above like a chandelier in a fancy theater! Even if Caleb had leapt with all his might, he would not be able to even tag Felipe's low hangers! Caleb wouldn't even be able to even touch Felipe's knees! And Felipe was still growing.

Soon, Felipe was so huge that Caleb didn't even reach his lover's ankles. Just one of Felipe's feet was so massive that he could easily step on their Jeep as easily as someone steps on glass at a wedding, and there was something strangely romantic about the thought.

Felipe squatted down low so that he could still see his little lover. Truth be told, Felipe was amazed at how huge and how fast he was growing. He had rapidly reached sizes far larger than he had anticipated. He had intentionally waited until they were far into the countryside to take the potion so that he wouldn't be spotted, but he was now so massive that he was visible for miles around! The last thing he wanted was for nosy newscasters to come calling in helicopters, or worse, the military! This was supposed to be a romantic night of just him and his little lover, and he wanted to keep it private.

Felipe continued to stare down and smirk at his little lover as he sat down. Caleb soon found himself surrounded on all sides as his lover’s legs rose above him like the walls of a prison, but Caleb had no intention of trying to escape. He felt so tiny and safe between his boyfriend’s thighs that Caleb found himself longing for the days in the future where this would be their normal ratio.

Felipe couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t stifle the chuckle that slipped out as he watched his tiny boyfriend standing before him like a bug. Caleb was so small that even just Felipe’s cock was bigger than the guy. Even just one of Felipe’s enormous nuts Felipe was now so massive that it could completely eclipse the little guy. Caleb was smaller than even Felipe’s pinky toe. Felipe was easily over 300 feet tall! That's over 100 yards! That's longer than a football field! He was so massive that their Jeep looked like a Hotwheels car!

Felipe laid back and rested his head against the hills as easily as he would a would the armrest of their couch back home. It was hard to believe that mere hours earlier he was doing just that! He was able to recline on their love seat at home, but now he was so huge that he couldn't even fit in their apartment! In fact, he dwarfed the entire complex!

"Come on. Let's have some fun," Felipe said. His voice was so loud that it caused the very earth beneath to shudder. Caleb could feel the vibrations of his lover's powerful voice rattling his ribcage. It resonated in his very core! But even if Felipe hadn't sounded so imposing and powerful, Caleb wouldn't have needed to be told twice. He had been rock hard from the second Felip had started swelling!

Caleb was so small compared to his towering lover that he couldn't even hope to crawl up the side of Felipe's foot! There was nothing for him to grab onto, but Caleb was not out of ideas. His eyes were already fixated on his target. Far before him lay the head of Felipe's steadily swelling cock.

Caleb took off running towards Felipe's fat cock, rapidly disrobing as he did so. Caleb's loose garments were far easier to remove than Felipe's had been, and by the time Caleb was darting past Felipe's knees and towards the titan's inner thigh, Caleb was as naked as the day he was born.

Caleb soon found himself staring down the massive head of his boyfriend's enormous cock. Even just the slit of Felipe's cock was so huge that Caleb could easily fit his whole arm into the inviting slit! On some level, Caleb was tempted to do just that. The smell and the heat emanating from Felipe's cock were so inviting that Caleb felt a twinge of regret that he wasn’t small enough to completely slide into Felipe’s slit… at least, not yet…

Caleb forced himself to tear his attention away from the enormous, inviting sight of his boyfriend’s colossal cock head and scrambled towards Felipe’s massive nuts. At this point, Felipe’s balls were so big that they would easily cover a small cottage! Caleb felt like a bug next to his boyfriend’s massive nuts, which just made Caleb even hornier!

Caleb reached up and dug his fingers into the soft, saggy flesh of his lover’s sack. At his size, the flesh of Felipe’s sack was so thick that it was like trying to dig his fingers into the type of rubber they made gym mats out of, but Caleb was not about to be deterred. He dug his fingers into his boyfriend’s saggy flesh and began to slowly and steadily scale his lover’s reservoir sized sack!

Caleb was once again overwhelmed by the sheer size and scale of his lover. He felt like Jack climbing the beanstalk, but instead of a stalk it was his lover’s ball sack! Step after step, hand over hand, he continued to climb and climb. Soon, he had reached Felipe’s well-trimmed crotch. Caleb wiped the sweat from his brow and stared out at the expanse of his boyfriend’s exposed midriff. Felipe’s flat belly and slightly defined pecs stretched out in front of him like a golf course. Had Caleb not watched his boyfriend swell in size, and had he not just scrambled up and over his lover’s massive package, it would have been easy to imagine Felipe’s pecs as rolling hills in the distance and Felipe’s belly button as a hazard on the course, but of course, Caleb knew better. He could see those hills rising and falling with each breathe that the titan took, and as Caleb looked far into the distance past Felipe’s chest, he could see the colossal face of his lover smirking down at him as if daring him to try something.

Caleb wasn’t one to take a challenge lying down, and he was so hot and bothered, that all he wanted to do was satisfy his giant lover’s desires. Fortunately, Felipe’s desires were very much in line with Caleb’s own! Caleb wanted to feel that fat cock against him! He wanted to make Felip cry out in bliss as he came and came, and Caleb wanted to be at ground zero as it happened!

Caleb paused for a moment to admire how beautiful Felipe looked, but then turned and focused his attention back towards Felipe’s steadily swelling cock. Felipe was already flying at half mast and getting harder by the second! The path up and along Felipe’s cock now starting to look like the ramp up towards the big drop of a roller coaster. Caleb knew that he’d have to move quickly, or Felipe’s rigid cock would be standing straight up at attention! As amazing as the view was sure to see, Caleb wasn’t sure if he was physically capable of scaling a schlong that towered over him like a four-story building! His best bet was to get to the relative safety of the cock head before the behemoth reached its full upright and locked position!

Caleb scurried across the length of his lover’s massive cock. With each step that Caleb took, he could feel Felipe’s already fantastically huge cock swelling and stiffening beneath his feet. With each scramble and scrabble, the ground beneath him rose and rose. His climb became steeper and steeper. He knew that if he didn’t hurry, he’d soon have to scale the side of his lover’s cock as if it was a sheer cliff-face. As exciting as that sounded, Caleb lacked the tools and training to do so safely.

Caleb was nearing the tip of Felipe’s dick. By this point Felipe was nearly fully hard! Felipe’s dick was shuddering and twitching in anticipation which nearly caused Caleb to lose his grip and tumble down and down the length of his lover’s shaft! Caleb managed to cling to a thick vein on the side of Felipe’s fat cock as if it were a rocky outcropping and waited for the shudders to pass.

Even though Felipe’s rod was neatly fully hard, the sheer weight of Felipe’s rigid cock caused it to dip slightly, and that was all Caleb needed. During that brief moment between bucks and lurches, the incline was shallow enough that Caleb could make a break for it. Caleb steeled his nerves and tapped into a font of strength that surprised even him and scrambled up the last several feet of Felipe’s fantastic cock.

Before Caleb could reach the tip, he felt Felipe’s cock lurch once more. Caleb’s tiny footfalls against Felipe’s cock felt so fantastic that Felipe couldn’t help himself! He was getting fully boned in record time!

Caleb was not without his own tricks, though. He gritted his teeth and leapt with all his might. He soared through the air and landed with a thud against the side of Felipe’s cock. Caleb suddenly found himself clinging to the ridge of Felipe’s foreskin.

Caleb pulled himself up and over the ledge, and collapsed with his back against the warm, spongy surface of his lover’s cock head and stared out at the expanse below him. Far in the distance he could see Felipe still resting his head against the hillside and smirking at him.

Caleb was exhausted, but even still, he couldn’t quite fathom what he was seeing. Felipe was definitely bigger than he had been when Caleb had started scaling his cock, but Felipe wasn’t that much bigger! Even so, Caleb was now so tiny that just the pre-drooling slit of Felipe’s cock looked to be the size of their coffee table at home! It was nearly as long as Caleb was tall! The open maw of Felipe’s one-eyed monster was now so huge that Caleb could easily slide right in!

Caleb’s mind reeled with the possibilities. Felipe hadn’t just gotten taller; his dick had grown too! Had Felipe taken both a height and a cock potion? Had taking the height potion reactivated the dick potion Felipe had used last time? Caleb didn’t understand the effects of these potions, and at the moment, he wasn’t in a position to think too hard on it. All he knew was the end result was hot as hell!

Felipe could see the tiny form of his little lover crouched down atop his own enormous cock. Felipe hadn’t expected his dick to grow like this. It wasn’t that kind of potion, but he wasn’t about to deny the end results. His now enormous rod was almost as long as his arm and as thick as his thigh! The shaft was so thick that he couldn’t get his fingers to touch even when he wrapped both hands around the shaft! He made a mental note to look into this later, but for the time being, he was going to enjoy watching his little lover lap up his pre as it gushed from the tip of his towering cock.

Caleb was drenched. He had worked up a bit of a sweat while scaling his titanic boyfriend’s immense cock, but that wasn’t really what got him so soaked. He was coated from head to toe in his lover’s pre. Felipe’s phenomenally huge cock was oozing. The thick, viscous substance seeping forth from his massive slit was flowing so thick and so swiftly that Caleb felt like he was wading through a shallow creek. He was up to his shins in the glistening fluids, but Caleb wanted to get even deeper! And as he stared down at the oozing slit of his titanic lover’s colossal cock, Caleb knew just what he needed to do. He took a deep breath and then leapt into the open maw of his boyfriend’s cock.

Caleb curled into a cannonball and splashed down pool of pre that oozed from Felipe’s slit. Caleb hit the slimy, viscous fluid with a splash. Caleb was so small and Felipe so huge that Caleb hit the pool and didn’t even bump the sides of Felipe’s slit until Caleb unfurled from his cannonball.

Caleb came up for air and tried to clear the pre from his face, but the fluid was thicker and stickier than water. It wasn’t something he could shake off like a dog after a bath. He had to reach out and find the side of Felipe’s slit and steady himself so he could then reach up and wipe the pre from his face.

Once Caleb was able to see again, he marveled at what he saw. He was surrounded on all sides by the thick, spongy flesh of Felipe’s towering cock. The deep pit that Caleb found himself in was only about was wide as a backyard kiddie pool, but it was as deep as an ocean! Felipe’s cock seemed to stretch on for miles and miles below him! As much as Caleb wanted to try and swim to the bottom, he knew he’d never make it.

Felipe could feel his little lover clinging to the lip of his dick. Not only was the tip of Felipe’s dick extremely sensitive in his overly aroused state, but feeling how tiny Caleb was in comparison drove him wild. Felipe tried to remind himself that he was doing this as a favor for his little lover and not for his own personal satisfaction, but the feeling of Caleb squirming inside his cock and the sensation of having a cock that was both taller and thicker than his torso drove Felipe wild. Felipe had only vaguely entertained the notion before, but in his overly horny, hormone addled state, the thought of permanently being huge and hung was too powerful to ignore.

Felipe writhed and wriggled with ecstasy. He was so horny that he just wanted to cum and cum some more, and he could only imagine that that was what Caleb wanted too. Felipe’s horny little lover was clearly over the moon with Felipe’s new proportions as was evidenced by the fact that he was now treading water in Felipe’s pre-drooling slit.

As Felipe writhed with ecstasy, his whole body tingled with excitement and arousal. He wanted more. He needed more. His hands traced the ridges of his own chest and tummy before reaching his crotch. He could feel his massive cock against his fingertips. It was far too large for him to ever hope to get his hands around it, but he had another idea.

Felipe’s legs were buried under his enormous sack. His nuts were so huge that his scrotum filled his entire lap and then some. If left as they were, Felipe’s legs would soon start to fall asleep from the pressure.

He shifted his position as best he could without jiggling his towering rod too much. The last thing he wanted was to accidentally shake Caleb loose and send the little guy plummeting hundreds of feet.

Once Felipe’s legs were free, he placed his feet against his own sack and curled his legs toward his chest so he could reach towards his cock with his arms. Felipe gripped the massive shaft with both hands and braced himself then began to steadily rock back and forth. Each time he tilted ever so slightly forward.

At Caleb’s tiny size, each rock back and forth of Felipe’s cock made it feel like he was trapped in a high rise during an intense earthquake! The entire structure around him swayed and wobbled all around him! But he quickly realized that there was a pattern here. Felipe was preparing for something and giving Caleb plenty of time to prepare.

Felipe could feel his little lover squirming deeper and deeper into his towering cock. Caleb got the hint and had braced for impact the best way he knew how – by surrounding himself in Felipe’s cock and fluids!

Felipe rocked back once more and then rocked forward with enough force to push his towering cock over the tipping point. There was a brief pause where his dick struggled against the inertia, but then his massive rod began to tip forward more and more, steadily picking up speed as it tilted further and further.

Felipe’s cock slammed down with enough force to send a massive shockwave through the surrounding countryside. Leaves fell from trees which appeared to be the size of cocktail umbrellas beside Felipe’s now massive form. Flocks of birds which looked like swarms of gnats fluttered away in all directions.

The force of the impact nearly knocked the wind out of Caleb, but the thick fluid he found himself suspended in absorbed the brunt of it. He bounced back and forth against the rubbery walls of the inside of his lover’s massive rod but was completely unharmed. Still, Caleb didn’t want Felipe to worry and gave the inner walls of his lover’s rod a slow, rhythmic series of kicks.

Felipe felt the taps and understood immediately. With Caleb safe, he had nothing to worry about, and now that Felipe was straddling his own rod like a roadhouse bull, he was perfectly positioned to have plenty of fun of his own.

Felipe leaned down and grabbed his cock with both hands and dug his heels into the sides of his shaft to brace himself and began to rock his hips. It took an impressive amount of effort for him to even budge his dick, but soon his massive cock was rocking back and forth. The sensitive, swollen under ridge along the underside of his cock grinded against the muck of the pre-soaked earth below.

Felipe’s cock was so huge and so sensitive that the blissful sensation almost overloaded his brain. He was so horny that he just wanted to cum, and he was sure that Caleb was in a similar boat. Felipe continued to rock and ride as his cock wore a deep groove into the earth below. His cock shuddered. His body trembled. Pre flooded from his dick. Sweat dripped from his brow. Felipe was so close now. He was going to blow.

Felipe reached a breaking point. His whole body tensed up. His cock gave a huge, shuddering lurch. His massive nuts pulled closer, and massive spurts of jizz erupted from his cock like a geyser.

Caleb had been treading water in the steady flow of pre that seeped through Felipe’s now horizontal cock. Caleb knew that Felipe was about to blow. He could feel the very world around him shudder. When Felipe did finally cum, Caleb was ready. The first spurt of jizz crashed into him like a flash flood sending Caleb surging forward and soaring into the air.

Caleb was launched several feet before landing with a splat in a thick wad of spunk. The thick spooge served to dampen the blow, but the impact still left him winded. Caleb struggled to his feet but was quickly bowled over by another massive spray of jizz.

Caleb quickly gave up and resigned himself to basking in the warmth of his lover’s seed. Spurt after massive spurt of cum arced through the air and crashed down around him. Most of the volley missed Caleb’s completely, but massive globules of hot cum crashed down like meteors all around him.

Eventually the rain of jizz died down leaving Caleb gasping as he lay in a pool of his lover’s spunk. Somewhere in the thick muck that now coated most of his body was a bit of Caleb’s own cum, but his climax had been so insignificant compared to that of his titanic lover’s that Caleb hadn’t even noticed when it had happened. Had it not been for the blissful feeling coursing through his body and the steady deflation of his own dick, Caleb would have sworn he hadn’t cum at all.

Eventually, Caleb had recovered enough to get up. He wasn’t sure how long he had been basking in the afterglow or in the pool of his lover’s spunk, but the pool of cum had started to cool by this point. Caleb staggered to his feet and shook some of the spunk off of him before beginning his trek back towards where they had made their camp. Caleb wasn’t sure how far away their car was, but it was easy to see his massive lover in the distance.

Felipe was nuzzling his still massive cock. Even though his dick had long since softened, the shaft was still long enough that he could rest his head against it as he spooned his enormous dick. His climax had been so intense that it had left him dazed and exhausted far longer than normal. Felipe knew he should get up and go searching for Caleb, but he was so exhausted and the afterglow was so intense that all he could do was lie there and try to recover his wits.

Soon, Felipe was able to make out the tiny shape of his little lover stomping through the muck towards him. Caleb looked so cute and so tiny at that size. Felipe just wanted to scoop the little guy up into his arms and hug him, but he did not have the energy. Instead, Felipe reached down and held his palm out for Caleb to climb aboard. Once Caleb hopped on, Felipe lifted his cum-coated little lover towards his face and nuzzled the tiny guy against his cheek.

“We’ll have to get you cleaned up,” Felipe said groggily.

“It came wait,” Caleb replied with a laugh. His voice was so soft to the titanic Felipe that Caleb would have been completely inaudible had he not been so close to Felipe’s ear.

Felipe loved snuggling his little lover like this – almost as much as Caleb loved being held in his towering boyfriend’s hand. As they drifted off nuzzled against one another, their minds both turned to what this would mean for them going forward. Felipe had no idea what aftereffects the growth potion would have, but he couldn’t help but dream about how nice it would be if he could keep Caleb at this size all the time.

Caleb drifted off with a similar reverie in mind. He and Felipe had long talked about what they would do when Caleb shrunk down permanently. He’d be too small to work and would be too small to have any real life outside of the house, but moments like this where he could just bask in the overwhelming presence of his colossal boyfriend would make it all worth it.

[First Chapter]

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