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[dbdaghostmas]

Save the date, Dead Boy Detectives fandom! You've been invited to a holiday event! 🔎

12 days and 12 prompts to create any and all fanworks to celebrate Dead Boy Detectives this holiday season!

More information will be released soon! If you have any questions you can send asks through this account or reach out to me on my personal blog, @alltimefail!

[heyraspa]

A quick jolt of Jossam comfort for @birdbombs714 using one of their favorite melancholy songs (Afraid - The Neighborhood) to one of their OTPs. The power of small acts of love took over me. @untildawn-secretsanta

[97keanu]

Premise: It’s holiday break at the college, and Kevin Lomax is still working hard away at the library. You just so happen to be his good girl librarian that he’s been trying to get into bed for a while…

Tags/CW: college au, college!kevin lomax, younger!kevin lomax, good girl!reader, corruption kink, smut, p in v, oral f recieving, religious guilt mentions, angel x demon dynamics, Kevin is a sexy southern boy as always, reader is a nerdy bookworm that he’s been waiting to corrupt <3

Words: 1.6k

A/N: Hey guys! This was a prompt from one of our secret Santa participants, I hope I did your idea justice @bloodydragam and that you enjoy the fic! Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!

His hands engulf every page he holds to the low light, his glasses concealing his dark eyes from you, the sound of wind whipping against the windows as they frost over from the storm. You’ve been noticing him around here, how he comes to the archives to study old case files nearly every night, and you patiently wait for him to be satisfied before locking up the library for the night. You didn’t have to. You could kick him out, tell him it’s past time that he got up and got back to his dorm room for the night, but you could never bring yourself to do such a thing. Watching him had become quite the past time for you, and you couldn’t help but feel that familiar flutter and swoon in your chest when he walked by, sleeves rolled up so you can see his forearms flex as they carry back another box of files to replace with a new one. You blush at the thought of those arms around you.

You watch from the circulation desk, his jaw flexing and his unoccupied hand trying to keep his head upright despite his eyelids growing heavy, those long dark lashes of his softly closing and opening over and over. He seems particularly frustrated tonight, a grit in his teeth and a sigh in his chest, glasses off, eyes rubbed, reach for a new file, repeat.

His hand reaches over now, grabbing into the box to find that there are no more files to be had. Defeat only passes over him for a few seconds before he’s forcing his tired legs to bring him upright, so tall and handsome he looks as he walks over to you now, those muscular arms still flexing in that perfect way that drove you crazy. His shoes, a surprising feature of the mystery law student that’s been haunting your library for the past few moments, are snakeskin cowboy boots, shiny steel on the toe that clicks when he walks, letting you know that he’s ready to return yet another box.

“Here late again, Kevin?” You say gently pulling the box towards yourself over the counter, secretly anxious to be speaking to him at all. ”Isn’t everyone else off for holiday?”

He never fails to give you attention when you seek it. You would think that a man like him, so put together, so handsome, wouldn’t give a little mousy library aide such as yourself the time of day. It didn’t help that you were only here for a liberal arts degree, nothing as fancy or becoming as a defense attorney in training. Plus, he was so much older than you, almost finished with the program while you were barely starting your second of four years. And yet, when you look him in the eye, he looks back softly, a sly smile on his mouth as he speaks with that husky southern accent of his.

“Of course, darlin’, how else am I gonna be the best lawyer in the world if I don’t study up?” He’s leaning against the counter now, those dark eyes of his seeming to eat up every bit of blush that comes to your cheeks when he speaks to you.

You open your mouth to respond, but find yourself tongue tied, playing with the cross on the chain of your necklace as a nervous habit instead. He takes in stride, never making you feel like you lack.

“Though, I suppose,” He says softly as a sigh, eyes wandering from yours down to where your hands nervously play above your chest. “It must be pretty late for you, and the storm doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.”

You look out the window as he says this, and watch as thick, fluffy flakes of snow fall, the street lights out there a flurry of wind and cold. You usually walk back to your dorm, but now you consider your options carefully.

“Will you have a problem getting home safe tonight?” He tilts his head, and for all the world you can’t come up with a socially acceptable lie.

“Um, I might,” You bite your lip, and look down, spreading your long skirt out on your lap to avoid those tempting eyes of his. “Perhaps I’ll stay here for the night…”

“My dorms just across the street,” Your eyes watch his lips as he speaks every syllable, and you know that you won’t be able to resist him if he says it. “I would hate to see you staying here all by yourself tonight…”

You blink, knowing better, knowing your parents sent you off to college to get an education and nothing else. No boys, no temptation, being a good Christian girl like you were always taught to be. But here he is, eyes taking in your body as his Christmas dinner, ready to devour you whole as soon as you give him the go.

“Wh-what are you saying, Kevin?” You tuck your hair behind your ear and look away to the window again, the desolate snow out there left untrodden for hours now.

“I’m saying, darlin’,” He leans in over the counter, his hand, his lovely, warm, gentle hand brushing against your jaw until he reaches your chin, tilting it so your eyes come back to him. “I’d like to take you home if that’s alright with you…”

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His mouth is on your neck, his breath hot, his skin smooth. His hair smells like pine and mahogany, cinnamon spice and bourbon cologne. His bed feels like a million miles from everything, a place you’re sunk into, unable to fight the tide of his bedsheets if you tried. You are completely at his mercy, every button he pops on your shirt another reminder of your inhibitions disappearing, another inch that he takes a mile with, his rough palms under your shirt now, grasping, prying, playing…

He eats up every one of your moans with kisses, taking so much enjoyment in the fact that he can do this to you, that he’s been planning this from the moment you gave him his first box of files, that shy smile and blush on your cheeks, such a good girl that he can pratically see your halo above your head when he speaks to you. God, he’s been waiting for this, he’s been waiting to take that halo down and set it on the night stand while he fucks you until all you can do is moan his name.

Kevin takes his time, takes each piece of your clothing, of you, off one by one, using his teeth to pull those lacy white panties off before he can finally get to what he’s been dreaming about. He splits your legs open, his mouth playing with you there until your back his arched, your hands in his slicked back hair, causing a mess there the way he causes a mess of you. You let his taste you as deeply and as long as he desires, and you try not to let the weight of the cross between your breasts cause too much guilt in all this pleasure you’re receiving.

His mouth tastes of you when he kisses you, when he kisses down your neck, when he takes that gold cross between his teeth and rips it off with one quick move.

“Let’s let God look away tonight, darlin’.” You swoon, you let him destroy you, let him corrupt you into something that will not go back into the same shape when he’s done.

You let him fill you up to the brim with his thick cock, give him every last shaking breath as you look into those deep eyes of his in the darkness, and you know that you’ve gone to far, but it doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters right now is how good it feels when he bucks his hips into you just a little faster, just a little harder.

“Touch yourself, baby…” He whispers to you like a prayer. “You know how to do that? Can you do that for me, baby?”

You snake your hand between your legs, you’ve stolen yourself away like this before, when you were all alone in your little dorm room and thinking of him.

“That’s it, keep doing that, I want you to feel real good, okay?” He instructs softly.

You let yourself unravel, unwind with his cock between your legs and your hand desperately edging yourself closer and closer.

“Cum for me, darlin’…” He hooks one of your legs over his shoulder as he gets deeper and deeper with this new angle. “I won’t cum until you’re done, promise…”

You feel yourself begin to fall over the edge, your legs shaking, your moans louder than you thought possible. Your tight little cunt clenches even tighter, making it so hard for him to keep his promise. He grits his teeth the same way he always does, holding himself back as best he can.

You call his name as you let go, cumming on his cock as he drills into you over and over, your ecstasy pounding through you in waves that you ride until the very end, his cock getting harder, until he follows you, bucking and filling you up with his warm wet seed.

By the time he collapses into you, you’re a mess of bedsheets and a girl come undone by someone who has no intentions of seeing you as anything but another conquest. But God…this feeling of him against your chest, the low light creating shadows that play on the wall as snow takes hold of the quiet world outside, then maybe, just maybe, it was worth it to be fucked by Kevin Lomax.

[stalkersamsrptumbler]

@anonymousmouse556 Sorry its not my best, my tablet didnt wanna agree with me ;w; LET ALONE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!

[blindmagdalena]

I'm sorry ahead of time because this gives off such a simpy parasocial vibe (bcs you're a tumblr celebrity in my eyes lol) but I'm very grateful for you and your blog! I've been on tumblr for like over a decade but I've never ever interacted with anyone in whatever fandom I've been in. I don't know what is it about your space here that possessed me to finally make a blog and share things and engage with others but I'm so grateful for it. You were such a lovely gateway into the fandom and your blog is just such a good vibe. Definitely inspired me to feel less cringe about posting stuff. I'm currently working my way through writing a mildly cringe Homelander voice kink fic that is inspired by some of the headcanons you've written in the past. I rarely feel inspired enough to write, let alone feel like sharing my work but for once I genuinely feel like the fandom is so nice and accepting that it's worth giving it a shot!! Anyway, don't mind me just felt like pouring my heart out lol. Thanks for being awesome and being part of the fandom!!

ah man, don't apologize at all! thank you so much! i can't tell you how happy i am that i could at all contribute to your decision to engage with the fandom and share your creativity. i've also been on and off tumblr for many years, and coming back to it i was pretty shocked by how much the culture had changed. no one should be afraid of sharing their fan work! that's what fandom is! fandom community is honestly more important to me than any of the actual material the fandom comes from lol

well i haven't read it yet but i'm over the moon excited about your voice kink fic!!! that happens to be one of my very favorite kinks, and if it's cringy then i'm most definitely the conductor of the cringetrain.

thank YOU for being part of the fandom! i can't wait to see what else you bring to it! 🖤🖤🖤

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

"BLOODY HELL, WHAT A MESS!"

congrats on 400+ followers @its-paperd!!! >:Dc you deserve that and so much more muah muah<333

[bunny-banana]

I think it's also really crucial we keep the pressure up AFTER this week in order to ban Israel from Eurovision. This edition is what it is now, you cant do much about it anymore.

But theres still work to do for next year, for the subsequent years.

In an ideal world, I'd hope the world, and especially the ICJ and any other international institution would wake up and acknowledge the war crimes Israel has been comitting, and make them face consequences in a way that cannot be ignored nor denied and we wouldn't have to have this conversation at all anyway.

But while this is still in process, it's up to us to keep talking about it. And KAN has broken enough rules to warrant disqualification anyway.

[bandzboy]

i’ve been meant to talk about this but a lot twt stans have been agreeing to this which is we should boycott hybe fully and genuinely! they openly work with zionists (here's a thread that explains more about scooter braun and why you should boycott) and according to what i just saw… apparently yoongi’s movie is gonna have a screening in isnotreal and even after all the protests trucks and hashtags and emails that have been sent to this company this past few months, it’s clear they don't care about what we have to say and so, as much as we all want to support our faves, we have to make this company's pockets hurt. by that i mean, not buying albums or merch or stream music from their groups until something is done! unfortunately, these companies only gaf if money is not put in their pockets! so please download music listen to music illegally wtv you need to do we need to unite this time to make them open their eyes and realize we do not stand for this

[reksink]

Two Pages of Interaction, Two Different Meanings Attacks for @flame-shadow and Sucre Amygdalum 💚

[thematicparallel]

Secret Protagonists of Black Sails

(insp.)

[bumblingbabooshka]

Tuvok & Neelix are both cringe but only Neelix is free

[rouge-fauna]

I think you’re talking about these posts [here & here], I don’t know if there have been others.

I'm not gonna say what I did was right, you are correct I should probably just not respond to asks getting me to talk about other people. I will say for these two posts those people had already blocked me I’m pretty sure, so it’s kinda hard to talk directly to them in that case. And I was not doing so anonymously and had not blocked them so I wasn’t hiding what I was saying. I did not follow them, I am not part of the innitor community, and not that that makes it right but I do think it is kinda different. Though you make a good point, perhaps we should stop this pattern of responding to asks about other blogs and such.

Still, the biggest thing to me I realized, back in elementary school when I first dealt with this, was that honestly all the time we talk about people behind their back. Talking about people when they aren’t always in the room is kinda just inevitable and part of socializing, however I think the important part is how you are talking about other people. It’s when you are insulting them, talking negatively about them to people they know, spreading false information and so on that it becomes not okay. Hopefully that makes sense.

In these cases I merely focused on the lore. I didn’t insult them or talk shit about them, as a person, as a blog or say their takes were stupid or they are stupid or speculate about their trauma or mental history. I just talked about reasons why I disagreed, or saw things differently and why we might see things differently. They were also not the only ones I saw to say similar things so I think in my mind I was making more of a general discussion, not trying to target them specifically. I didn’t post beyond that about them. But you are right, regardless it was probably not the right way to go about things.

But just to be clear, if I am a hypocrite it is not my intention. I haven’t vague blogged anyone or meant to vague reblog anyone. I think this week is pretty much the first time I’ve ever been not naming, passive aggressively talking about blogs, and even then I’m not trying to insult them, trying to cancel them. I’m just expressing that before you go off about how I’m stupid and unable to have a discussion about it, the very least you could’ve done was give me an opportunity to try.

[metapphjores]

there is no future or liberation for any movements that sees their "enemies" as non-human

[kuuchuuburanko]

but if I say 'kaiser would rather continue the cycle of abuse than get therapy' I'd be jumped so I won't say that someone else said that not me tho

[waterlogged-detective]

Looks at all the group things everyones doing like 👀

[cyarsk5230]

There will be a Muslim ban.

The Supreme Court will uphold the ban.

That will surely teach Kamala Harris a lesson.

Hey free Palestine/uncommitted, what’s good?