#okay i'll shut up now though this is probably still too long

[sanguineterrain]

crushin' | jason todd

Summary: Barbara invites you to dinner with the Bats. She's done so before, and you've always declined, but this time, you agree because the Bat you've had a crush on for ages will be there. Little do you know, the only reason he's staying for dinner is because of you.

Pairing: Jason Todd x gn!reader 

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings/tags: batfam shenanigans, dick is a good meddling brother and deserves a fruit basket, fluff and humor, kissing, crushes, love confessions. just wanted to write something sweet and light :)

the divider

"So you're gonna press this," Barbara says, demonstrating on her own screen.

You follow along, clicking and typing. She nods.

"Good. Then you're gonna do this."

You open the file. A video of what looks to be Bruce drunkenly hula-hooping pops up. Your eyes widen.

"And that's how you keep Bruce in check," Barbara says, patting your shoulder. "Use sparingly. Only when he's getting on your last nerve."

"Wow," you say. "Babs, I... I don't know if I should have this kind of power."

"No, it's cool. I have dirt on everyone in this family, so really, it's my power. You're the only one who gets to see the vault."

You look at her. "You scare me."

She grins. "Thanks! Anyway, you're free to go. They'll be back from the mission soon, so our job is pretty much over."

The computer beeps. She checks the notification and types back. Then she hums.

"Or, you can, y'know, join us for dinner. Alfred keeps wondering when you'll do so."

You press your lips together. "I dunno, Babs... are you sure? I don't want to intrude."

"You're not. Seriously. And you know what I just found out? Jason will be here too."

Well. That does certainly stop your refusal in its tracks. You haven't seen Jason properly since he returned. You feel a pang of guilt at that; true, he's never at the Manor, at least not when you're around. But you could've reached out by now.

Still, being able to see him again properly is a wonderful opportunity. One you can't pass up.

"Okay," you say. "I'll join you all. As long as Alfred's okay with it."

She rolls her eyes, smiles. "Don't be ridiculous. C'mon."

You follow her to the elevator Bruce got installed for her. In the Manor, most of the family are sitting down to dinner. Damian and Cass are on one side of the table. Bruce is at the head. Alfred is still bustling in the kitchen.

You start to pull out the chair next to Cass, but Barbara startles you.

"That's Dick's chair!" She smiles sympathetically. "Sorry. He's particular. Isn't he, guys?"

"Yes," Cass says. "He's comfortable here."

"I've no idea what you're referring to, Gordon," says Damian. He nods at you. "Hello."

You smile. "Hey, Damian. That's fine. I'll sit next to you, Babs." You sit in the middle of three chairs, with Barbara on your right and an empty chair on your left.

"Hi, Cass. Hello, Mr. Wayne."

"Bruce," he reminds you. That's not happening. It feels way too weird to call him Bruce, even though you've known him since Jason was Robin. Just, no.

Cass smiles. "Hello. Glad to have you."

"Where's Tim and Duke?" you ask.

"Thomas is at university," Damian says. "Drake is probably with that idiot clone he calls a boyfriend."

Bruce looks up. "Tim and Connor are dating?"

"Good God," Barbara mumbles.

"Well, yes, Father. They've been dating for quite some time, even shared a room together. Last month, Drake went undercover in Atlantic City and the clone—"

"Old man! Where are you?"

"Jason, just—"

"Shut it, Dickhead."

The grandfather clock swings open, revealing the Cave entrance. Up stomps Jason, followed by Dick. Jason has a smear of purple goo on his forehead, but otherwise is clean. His back is to you.

Jason points an accusing gloved finger at Bruce. "You owe me a new bike, new guns, new gear, new phone, new—"

"Jason, slow down. Why exactly do I owe you new things?" Bruce asks.

"Because Tweedle-Dum here didn't scan the fuckin' spaceship that landed in Syracuse and melted my bike with purple goo!"

"It said it was empty," Dick says tiredly. "How was I supposed to know an abandoned ship would spit goo?"

"Okay, alright, boys, don't fight. Yes, Jason, I'll compensate everything you lost in Syracuse."

"Yeah, you will. And a new fridge." Jason thinks. "And a new TV."

"Master Jason," Alfred begins, walking into the dining room with a dish of roasted potatoes. "You may continue your bargaining with Master Bruce after dinner. Wipe that alien sludge off your face and have a seat."

Jason sighs. "Alf, I appreciate the invite, but you know I don't dine with most of the folks at this table. Gets real fuckin' crowded."

"Master Jason, watch your language," Alfred says sternly. "We have a guest. Behave like the young man I raised you to be."

Jason scoffs. "Who, Barbie? She doesn't—" He turns and stops, staring at you.

You smile, suddenly self-conscious. "Hi."

He swallows, eyes wide. "Hi. Hey."

"Aren't you staying for dinner?" you ask, confused. "Barbara said you were."

"I—" He glances at Barbara, then looks at you. "Uh. Well. I don't really..."

"C'mon, Jay, you guys should catch up!" Dick says brightly, already seated.

Jason's mouth sours as he turns to Dick. You pull out the chair next to you and tap the seat.

"You can sit next to me," you say, looking up at Jason.

He immediately turns back to you, lips parted. "Oh. I—y-yeah. Sure. Thanks."

"Master Jason. The goo," Alfred reminds, raising a brow. "And hang up your jacket."

Jason quickly backs up and bumps into the table corner. He winces.

"Right. I'm gonna... yeah. Be right back."

Jason disappears down the hall. Dick grins wolfishly at Barbara.

"You're amazing," he says.

"I know," she says, shrugging.

Alfred serves the last tray of vegetables, then sits. Jason soon returns, gloves and jacket away and goo-free.

"Did you style your hair, Todd?" Damian asks.

"No. Shut it." Jason scoots in his chair, glaring at his brother. But when you pass him the tray of roast, his expression softens. He smiles at you.

"Thanks," he says, and puts three slices on his plate. "Great roast, Alf."

"You haven't tried it," Alfred says, but looks very pleased.

"Don't need to."

"We're very glad you're here, Jason," Bruce says. "All things considered—"

Jason holds up a hand. "Ah-ah. I'm not here for you, old man. Save the speech for another day."

"And who are you here for, Jason?" Dick asks, propping his chin on his hands.

"None of your beeswax, Dick."

Dick shrugs. Damian begins to talk about an art project in school. You pay the appropriate amount of attention until Jason nudges your arm.

"Hey," he says, nodding at your empty glass. "Didja get something to drink?"

"Oh." Heat creeps up your neck. "Um, no. Sorry. I didn't know where to get the drinks."

"'S okay. Alf doesn't put out drinks anymore 'cause everybody drinks something different. You just help yourself to whatever's in the fridge. I'll get it for ya."

"Jason, you don't have to—"

He holds up a hand, smiling. "C'mon, none of that. You're a guest. Orange Fanta, right?"

You blink. "You remembered."

"Uh." His cheeks go pink. "I mean, yeah. No biggie. I'll be back."

Jason stands. Immediately, the others pounce.

"Are you going to the kitchen?" Dick asks.

"No," Jason says.

"Can you get me another Diet Coke?"

"Todd, if you're going to the kitchen, I would like another lemonade, please," Damian says.

"I just said I'm not going to the—"

"Master Jason, will you please bring this into the kitchen?" Alfred asks, holding up an empty tray.

Jason heaves a sigh. You wince.

"Sorry," you whisper.

He shakes his head and winks. "Nah, 's not you."

Obediently, Jason takes the tray and goes to the kitchen. He returns with a Diet Coke, which he tosses at Dick, who catches it with one hand, and a bottle of lemonade, which he throws to Damian who also catches it with one hand and a scowl. Finally, Jason opens the Orange Fanta for you and gently pours it into your glass, then sets the half-full can next to your plate. He sits down.

"Of course they get special treatment," Dick mumbles into his drink.

The table rattles, and Dick winces, squinting at Jason. The table rattles again, and Jason hisses.

"Boys," Bruce says wearily. "Enough."

"Yeah, Jason," Dick says, sticking his nose up. "Y'know it's my birthday soon. I deserve a brother who doesn't kick me."

"Oh, I'll tell ya what you deserve," Jason begins.

"Are we doing laser tag?" Cass pipes up from the end.

"'Course we are! Everybody's gonna be there." Dick looks pointedly at Jason. "Except my own brother. He refused."

You look at Jason, who's got a nasty glower aimed at Dick.

"You're not coming?" you ask.

Jason's expression melts away when he turns to you. "Uh, I mean—"

"No, he's not," Dick says, pulling the saddest pout you've ever seen. "He said he wanted nothing to do with my stupid birthday."

"Those weren't my exact words."

"They were very close," Damian says.

"Shut—"

"Jason, I can't believe you aren't going to Dick's birthday," Barbara says, shaking her head.

Jason's mouth falls open. "Et tu, Barbie?"

"You should come," you say, touching Jason's arm.

He immediately looks at your hand. You slowly remove it, smiling sheepishly.

"Then we can be a team," you say. "We're playing doubles. I'm horrendously bad at laser tag, but I bet we'd win together. I'd watch your six."

"Leaving them in the lurch, Jason?" Barbara tuts. "So unlike you."

Jason heaves a sigh. "For God—okay. Alright, brother mine. You win."

You beam. "So you'll come?"

"'Long as you and I are a team," Jason says, a little shy.

You bump his shoulder with yours. "Of course."

Dick looks at you. "You should join us for dinner every night."

You laugh bashfully. "Thanks, Dick."

Dinner goes on. Bruce excuses himself early, as do Cass and Damian. Soon, it's the four of you plus Alfred cleaning up after dinner. You and Jason are loading the dishwasher when Jason hisses. He pulls out his hand, revealing a thin red cut on his palm.

"Are you okay?" you ask, hovering worriedly.

"Yeah, 'm fine. I'll take the tray—"

"Jason, no," Dick says, herding him away from the dishwasher. "You have to get that wrapped immediately."

"What are you—dude, it's a tiny cut—"

"Yeah, but there was food on there, and you have no idea what can get into the wound and make you sick," Barbara says seriously. "You need to get it cleaned right now."

Jason rolls his eyes. "Fine, whatever. There's a first aid kit in the closet."

"There isn't!" Dick says, shooing Jason toward you. "Alfred hasn't restocked it. You have to go to the Cave. You should both go."

"Yes, great idea," Barbara says, looking at you. "You have medical experience, don't you?"

"I mean, a little, but—"

"More than us!" Dick says, shoving you both towards the hallway.

"I don't think so..."

"You take care of Jaybird here, he needs that hand," Dick says cheerily, opening the Cave entrance. "Go on, go."

"Christ on a bike," Jason mumbles, and heads down the stairs.

You follow, confused and concerned. The entrance slides closed. Jason goes to the medbay, muttering under his breath as he digs through one of the drawers with one hand. You join him, searching the top drawer for the antiseptic spray.

"Is the cut really bad?" you ask, trying to get a better look.

"No. My brother's just an idiot. Nothin' new."

You pull out the spray, some gauze, and a bandaid. Jason nods in thanks and goes to take it.

"I can do it," you say. "I do have medical experience, after all."

He snorts. "Fine by me."

You both sit on the edge of a cot. You turn to Jason and pull his hand into your lap. He inhales sharply. You stop.

"Is this okay?" you ask.

"Y-yeah. Fine. Sorry. I don't get touched a lot." Jason's mouth screws up. "Ugh. That sounded weird."

You laugh. "It's fine, I know what you meant."

He scratches the back of his neck while you clean his hand. He has big hands. Bigger than you remember. They're deeply scarred and calloused. You rub your thumbs over the pads of his fingers without thinking.

"You got soft hands," Jason says quietly.

"Heh. Thanks. The computer life."

He hums. "I didn't know you were working with Babs."

The guilt swims back full force.

"I know. I'm sorry. I should've reached out, Jason. I-I basically ignored you. Not on purpose! I just... I guess I wasn't sure where we stood and I thought maybe you'd be mad I was working for Batman after everything and I was afraid that we wouldn't—"

"Hey, whoa. 'M not mad." Jason finds your gaze. You frown. "I'm serious. I don't mind that you're working for Bruce. I mean, hell, I do too, on occasion. Mostly I just bitch at him."

You giggle. He smiles. You're still holding his hand. You don't really want to let go. Jason doesn't seem to want to pull away either.

"Well, even so, I'm sorry for not reaching out. I did miss you, Jason. And I'm glad you're back."

He clears his throat, ducking his head. "Huh. Well, I missed you too. And y'got nothin' to apologize for. I could've asked about you."

"Well—"

"Uh-uh, no, I'm the king of self-deprication. Y'can't take that from me," Jason says, eyes dancing with mirth.

You sigh dramatically. "Fine, fine. Can we say that we both could've reached out?"

"That's agreeable. And, uh, while we're clearing the air, I'm so terribly sorry 'bout my dumbass brother."

You tilt your head. "What do you mean?"

"Ah, huh. Hm. Well, funny thing. I kinda had a, um, crush on you, before. And Dick has it in his head that I... that I have a chance now. So... yeah."

"Before?" you ask.

You don't know why you're disappointed. It's not like you knew. Except maybe if you had, you wouldn't have missed out. Maybe you wouldn't have lost so much time.

Jason glances at you. "What... why are you sayin' it like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you wish... that I..." He shakes his head. "Forget it."

"Jason," you say, barely a whisper.

He looks at you. His eyes flick to your lips, just for a millisecond. "Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

A beat. Your heart falls.

"Yeah." Jason nods. "Yeah, kiss me."

You heart soars.

You hold Jason's face, still holding his hand. He gingerly touches your neck with his uninjured hand, strokes behind your ear with his thumb. Every nerve alights. You're kissing Jason Todd. The boy you've loved since you were thirteen.

"They did it! They're kissing!"

Jason growls against your mouth. You know it's not aimed at you, but it makes lightning shoot down your spine. Wow.

"'M gonna kill 'im," Jason mumbles.

You smile and pull back, just an inch. "It's nearly his birthday. At least wait till next week."

"Hm." Jason kisses the corner of your mouth. You like him so much. "Fine. Y'know you can convince me of pretty much anything? Wield that power carefully."

You wrap your arms around his neck. Jason braces you with a hand on the small of your back.

"I'm very flattered, but I think you're confused, Jay." A kiss to his jaw. "It's you who has a hold on me."

[erwinsvow]

can we have rafe try to grovel ?? :((((( shy reader deserves better !!! <3 https://www.tumblr.com/erwinsvow/751213087399510016/what-if-rafe-ever-hit-shy-reader-from-built-up?source=share

he will grovel!! side note i dont know how i feel about this its just for the sweet anon who wanted part two

the moment rafe shuts the door and traps you in the room, between his body and the wall, you know some part of you has just broken that you'll never fully be able to fix.

everything in your body tells you to look up at rafe and do something. slap him back, push him away, turn around and storm out of the room and try to at least show him you're just as mad as he is—but none of that actually happens.

hot tears keep spilling down your cheeks, and you stay frozen like that for what feels like forever, staring at the floor of rafe's bedroom. the sound of rafe's heavy breaths fills the space, though you can barely detect it over the way your heart is pounding in your ears.

you want to leave. but you don't know where you even would go. before the events of the last hour, there was no where you wanted to be more than wherever rafe was. and now, staring at the floor instead of up at the boy who you had gladly given your heart to only for him to snap it in half with his bare hands and deliver it back, you stay frozen, waiting for rafe. you are always waiting for rafe.

"kid, i-" you finally look up, through wet lashes and almost painful eyes fluttering slowly, and rafe stops talking the moment you do. you don't know why, but it doesn't take you long to figure it out. there's a mark on your cheek the size of his hand, probably an imprint from his ring too.

it's such a shame—you always loved that ring.

you snap out of your thoughts when rafe keeps talking, though there's still blooding rushing in your ears. he sounds muffled, his mouth moving and expression looking, you can only imagine, somewhat close to yours—sad and angry all blended together. you keep blinking slowly, listening but not really listening, waiting for him to finish so you can leave.

how stupid you must seem to him, and to yourself, you think pathetically. he just hit you, and you're waiting for him to finish, so you don't impolitely interrupt. you should drive straight from tannyhill to a therapist's office—though you think not even a licensed professional could help you figure out what exactly is wrong with you.

the thought makes you laugh, corners of your mouth turning up and a rush of air leaving your throat. half a laugh, half a sob. the gutting realization has just hit you—whatever was wrong with you, rafe was the only one in the world who seemed to understand you.

"baby?" rafe asks, and you actually snap out of it this time—looking up at your boyfriend, wondering if he knows you haven't heard a single thing he's said so far.

"i think i should go home," you reply, wondering where your keys are and where your wallet is. you don't keep track of these things anymore, usually since rafe drives you everywhere and pays for everything.

"okay. i'll bring you, just let me go get-"

"no, i-" you stop yourself—about to apologize again. everything running through your mind makes you choose your words carefully. "i'm gonna go home."

"you didn't drive here, kid. i picked you up, remember?" rafe looks back at you and you feel a fresh wave of tears take over. you hadn't remembered.

"oh."

"listen, kid, i'm so-"

"i'm going home," you repeat firmly, mostly to yourself. "i'll just-i'll walk."

"y'not walking. it's dark and-"

"rafe, stop." the way you say it, he actually listens. you don't sound like yourself, you can tell from the way he looks at you, rafe's face doused with concern and apprehension. you look away, turning to face the door. "i'll be fine. i need to go."

"c'mon, kid, don't go," he says, and every bone and muscle inside you wants to listen, to do what he says like you always do. you feel more hot tears coming up, stopping them seems impossible yet you know crying is useless. it already happened and the damage is already done.

you turn around from your position, knowing it's a mistake. rafe gets closer, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks. he holds your face like he always does, except there's one big difference—you flinch the moment he starts moving.

"baby," rafe says quietly, and everything in you stops for a moment. brain lagging, breath catching, even the tears stop for a second while you look up at your boyfriend. "i'm so sorry. i am so sorry. i fucked up, okay? i know i did, but please don't go."

"rafe, i can't stay," it comes out just as quietly, a notch above a whisper. "you hurt me." it comes out wrangled in a sob. rafe wipes away some of your fresh tears with his hands.

"i-i know. and i'm gonna regret it forever, but-" rafe stops, and you stop too. you chew on your lip nervously, realizing it's going to bleed from how much you're biting down. "can-can i at least bring you home? please?"

"okay," you give in-but you shouldn't have.

you don't even know how you're gonna explain the mark on your face to your parents, or why you're home so early when you said you were sleeping over. every movement feels exhausting—grabbing some of your things and walking down the stairs to getting into rafe's truck. the drive to your place isn't very long, only ten minutes, and you stare out the window the whole time. it feels like hours with the way rafe looks at you at each red light.

rafe pulls into your driveway and you look up at him expectantly, though you're not sure why.

"can you-can you turn the headlights off? i don't want them waking up," you say, after what feels like ages of silence.

rafe turns the lights off but doesn't say anything. it's not until you reach for the doorhandle that he does—it's almost muscle memory for him. he leans over you to pull the handle and open the door for you, but you flinch so hard when he moves that he can't even get the door. instead he looks back at you while you stare up at him. without any words, you both know what the other is thinking.

"goodnight, rafe," you say, your own hand on the door now.

"wait, kid," he says, and you stop your movement immediately. even in this situation, you can't help but listen. "can i see you tomorrow? please?"

"i don't think that's a good idea."

"c'mon. we-we have to talk about this. i can't just.. not see you. i'm gonna go crazy."

"i need to go rafe." the second you say it, you start feeling bad about it. it's so engrained in you—trying to avoid hurting rafe in any and every way possible, that the very idea of not giving him what he wants makes your chest ache painfully. "i.. i have to think about it."

he leans over, slowly this time so you don't get scared again, opening the door for you like he always does. you climb out, getting your bag and trying to pretend everything's fine until you get inside your room.

"good night, kid. i'll talk to you tomorrow."

without replying, you walk inside. rafe's truck stays in your driveway until you lock the door, and he doesn't drive away until minutes after.

surprisingly, you make it to your room before you start crying. and you don't stop crying until the sun comes up.

[00-jammy-00]

HI!

Could you do a reader deity who is basically forgotten but Yan finds them and worshippes the hell out of them? (Maybe to the point of having a cult if you're comfortable)

And if you're uncomfortable with the ask that's perfectly fine! I'll probably send another Idea then!

Also any chance I could be 🔪 anon?

Thank you and have a good day! :D

Yan!Worshipper HC’s

Yan!Worshipper x GN! Deity! Reader

Content warning - Yandere themes, obsession, murder, implied stalking, nsfw mentions, manipulation, cult themes, he’s really pathetic I won’t lie

A/N - One more day until my 1K follower special ends!

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Yan!Worshipper who had stumbled upon you when he decided to listen to his dumbass boss and go hiking. He had fallen down the side of a hill, almost breaking his ankle in the process. Though, all of that pain was so worth it when he saw your old, ruined shrine.

Yan!Worshipper who began visiting once a week. When you noticed you had finally gotten a follower, you were excited so you showed yourself when he prayed. He saw stars. You were so gorgeous, so perfect. Just seeing you had his jaw dropped and his pants uncomfortably tight.

Yan!Worshipper whose schedule slightly changed. Visiting you once a week, once every three days, once a day, multiple times a day… It didn’t matter though! He quit his job because you blessed him with amazing luck. He fixed up your shrine but he still felt horrible, you were forgotten. He did the only thing he could think of doing and started to spread the word about you.

Yan!Worshipper who slowly developed a following for you, just a few people here and there…a few hundred. He was a devoted man okay?! Of course he led the cult, none of these fuckers were worthy. None of them were allowed to gaze upon you but him. Only he could bask in your presence, bathe you, dress you, watch you, follow you, fuck you.

Yan!Worshipper who snapped a few necks while attempting to keep this cult going. Some people were so ungrateful, didn’t see what you had to offer. He made sure to soothe you whenever you got too stressed about the disappearances too. “It’s okay, my love, they are apart of something bigger, now look at all the offerings you are getting!” He made sure these brainless drones donated a bunch to this fucking thing too, he couldn’t go broke while servicing you.

Yan!Worshipper who is attending to your every need constantly. He brought you the finest silks, the biggest bed, the ripest fruit and anything else you wanted, as long as you were pleased then he was happy. It made him even more happy when you let him service you in other ways.

Yan!Worshipper who pounds you like the world is ending tomorrow. He can’t help but constantly be touching you, admiring you. He drags his fingers down your body, memorising every single piece of you. You were all his! He didn’t care about his own pleasure when his god was sitting right there. He once came three times just from giving you head.

Yan!Worshipper who’ll never let the cult be shut down. He’s paid off police and government officials to turn a blind eye to the murders sacrifices that happen at the mountain. He couldn’t have his work taken away. God forbid you get taken away. You’re his now. You chose him.

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[a1307s]

Mating Season #1

(Garfield Logan Smut)

[Art is not mine! Credit to mothyx]

Requested by: Liviejc

Keys:

None

Word Count: 3653

Warnings and/or Pre-notes:

Biting

Scratching

Blood

Hickeys

Titty sucking

Oral (female receiving)

Breeding/pregnancy  

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     The sound of my boyfriend moving around the bed wakes me up. On instinct, I reach for Garfield. "You okay?" I ask, my fingertips brushing his bicep. 

     Recently Gar has been acting really weird. He's been super short tempered, to the point that Conner had to break up a fight between him and Bart earlier this week. Though, Conner thinks it was just Garfield being territorial instead of him being upset.  He might be right, Gar has been super clingy lately, so he probably misinterpreted Bart's behaviors. On the other hand, my boyfriend has been picking fights with everyone so I'm not sure what's going on with him.

     "Ya, I'm just warm," Garfield answers, moving closer so I can wrap my fingers around his arm. 

     He's right. His skin feels like it's boiling under my touch. About the time his anger picked up, his body temperature did too. "Maybe you should see a doctor," I say, propping myself up so I can look at Gar. 

     Garfield turns his head so he's facing me. His eyes are a bright green that stands out in the dark. His pupils are a bit slitted, reminding me of a cat. "I'm usually super warm, babe. You know, the whole 'animal kingdom' thing," Gar answers, trying to put my worries to rest.  

     "Ya, I know. You're just warmer than usual and you've been kind of moody. Maybe you're getting sick."

     "I'm not getting sick. I'm just a little warm."

     I sigh in defeat and lay back down. "We could turn down the heat," I offer, sliding my hand from Beasty's arm up to his hair. I softly twirl the ends around my fingers, soaking in the softness of it.

     "It's already at sixty-five. I don't want to make it too cold, you won't be comfortable then," He answers, eyes shut and soft purrs coming from him because of my petting. 

     "We could take the comforter off the bed and just sleep with the under-sheet."

     "Ya, but if you're too cold you won't be able to sleep," Garfield says again, opening his eyes to look at me. 

     "You're pretty much a personal heater at all times. If I get too cold, I'll just snuggle up closer," I answer, scooting over some to place a soft kiss on his forehead. 

     Gar doesn't answer so I pull off the comforter before laying back down. I snuggle up to him, laying my head on his chest and slinging my leg across the waist band of his pj  pants. It seems to help for a couple minutes, but not very long. Garfield starts shifting again, so I roll over to remove my body heat from him. He relaxes again, but again, it doesn't last long. 

     "I'm going to try a cold shower," he says, kissing my shoulder blade before getting out of bed.

     I hum in response but stay curled up in bed. It's silent for a second before Gar turns the shower on. After a couple minutes I start to think that maybe less clothing will help. With this thought, I reluctantly roll out of bed to change out of my long-sleeved shirt and fuzzy pj pants. By the time I'm changed - now in a sports bra and spandex - and back comfortable in bed, Gar is out of the shower. "Did it help?" I ask, sitting up in bed, causing the sheet to pool in my lap, and look towards the bathroom.

     "Ya," Beasty answers shortly, his eyes locked on me. "Did you change?" He asks, taking quick steps towards the bed. 

     "Yes, I did. I figured less clothing might help so maybe take off your shirt and pj bottoms before laying back down."

     Beasty hums, eyes still locked on me as he pulls his shirt off in one swift movement. He drops his bottoms, leaving him in his boxers as he crawls back in next to me. He lays down before wrapping his arms around me and tugging me closer. My mostly bare back is pressed against his chest. Gar's skin feels a lot cooler than earlier which brings a bit of relief to me. Maybe he was just a little warm. 

     I close my eyes and snuggle into him. I lay there, almost asleep, when Garfield starts moving his hands. They rest at my waist for a moment before sliding up my sides. It stirs me a bit, but not too much since I'm use to his wondering hands, especially when we cuddle. His hands slide from my sides, across the band of my bra before dipping down to my stomach. They rest there for a bit before sliding back up to my sides. "Are you going to sleep?" I ask, poking a bit of fun at my boyfriend.

     "Ya," Garfield says, his voice raspier than I thought it would be. "You just... feel really good on my skin," He adds, nuzzling his head into my neck.

     We're quite for a few minutes, the whole time I can feel his skin heating up again. "You should really see a doctor tomorrow," I whisper, moving my arm behind me to run my fingers through his hair. "Please?"

     "Fine," He whispers back, his arms tightening on me and pulling me closer. I can feel every inch of his scorching skin pressed up against me. Garfield shifts his head, gently pressing soft kisses against my neck. He makes a neat line down my neck and over my shoulder before working his way back up. Gar starts down again but rests against my jugular. He makes soft hums against my skin before gently sinking his teeth into me. He follows the line he made before, making soft nips along the way, but soon the nips turn into full out biting. He covers my neck and shoulder with teeth marks, sinking his teeth in as far as he can, causing a stinging sensation along his path. 

     "Hey, hey, hey," I yelp as Beasty starts to work over the bite marks again. "It hurts," I whine, trying to shrug him off.

     "I'm sorry," Gar whimpers, nipping into a pervious made mark, causing prickles of pain to overtake my nervous. "I can't help myself," He whines, running his tongue over the marks. This doesn't help the stinging. Garfield's hands slide back down from my sides, sliding between my legs to paw at them. "You smell so sweet," He bellows as his nails dig into the flesh of my thighs. 

     My heart skips, fear and arousal both rushing through me at Beasty's sudden roughness. In the past two years Gar has always been so gentle with me during everything. He's always so gentle when he intertwines his fingers with mine to avoid clawing me. Always careful not to accidently nick my lips with his canines when we kiss. Always only using feathery touches and making sure to go slow and gentle during sex. He has only ever once left a mark on me, and it tore him up for a month after. Beasty has never acted like this.

     My legs squeeze shut out of fearful instinct. "You're scaring me," I whisper, trying to pace my breathing.

     "Don't be scared," He mumbles into my ear, nipping at my ear lobe before continuing to add to the collection of teeth marks on my neck. Beasty's claws dig further into my thighs as he tries to spread them open. "Open your legs," He hisses. "Please," Garfield's voice softening for a second, sending a wave of relief through me before digging his teeth back into my flesh and starting the feeling of stinging pain all over again.  

     "Please," I whine, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "You're hurting me, Gar."

     Garfield rolls onto his back, dragging himself away from me. In the process, he tears the skin of my neck where his teeth were buried and his claws tear into my thighs. Warm blood slowly trickles from the wounds. My legs shake a bit, but I can't tell if it's from fear or arousal... or both.

     "I'm sorry," Gar mutters, turning me to my other side so that I'm looking at him. His eyes are still slitted, like a predator looking at their prey and his jaw is clenched. "Did I hurt you?" He asks, running his fingertips across my thighs, causing the wounds to ache more. Garfield's eyes widen for a second before slitting more than before when his fingers come in contact with my blood. "I'm sorry," He repeats, wrapping his hands around my legs and pulling me onto his lap. 

     His body presses against me, my knees resting at his sides as the rest of me rests on his torso. The hold he has on my legs reminds me how defenseless I am against him. The thought makes me tingle, and this time I know it's both with fear and desire. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Garfield repeats again, his eyes flickering from my face to my chest and then my pussy, back up to my eyes. "I just... you... I need... I want... I don't know what's happening," He stumbles over his words, his eyes constantly flickering over me as his hands rub up my legs, over my sides and rest on my chest. 

     He softly paws at my chest, his eyes locked there along with his hands. Garfield lets out a sigh of frustration, squeezing my boobs a lot harder than normal. "Are you horny? It's okay if you are," I say, wrapping my hands around his wrists to try and get him to loosen his grip a bit.

     "I don't know," He answers, letting go and resting his hands against my chest for a moment. Gar's eyebrows scrunch together as he thinks, his hands picking up where they left off, but his touch is softer this time. "I just... I don't know," he says, running his thumbs under the band of my bra.

     "What are you thinking about?" I hum moving my hands from my lap where they've been to run them over Gar's chest. 

     He stays quiet. I take the silence as a chance to line his chest and shoulders with soft kisses. After a couple minutes he stops me, moving his hands from my tits to my shoulders to push me back up in a sitting position. Gar places his hands back on my boobs, squeezing them hard like before as his thumbs start to work my bra up. "Take it off," He orders, glancing at my eyes before focusing on my tits again.

     "Gar-"

     "Take. It. Off," He growls, eyes glaring into mine before snapping down again. My knees squeeze his sides as my pussy tingles at his tone. Maybe I like Beasty being aggressive. "Jesus," He mumbles, sliding the rest of his fingers to the band and ripping the sports bra off of me before tossing it to the floor. The chilliness of the room hits my nipples, causing them to start hardening. "It's been making me so angry; seeing any other dude near you, let alone talking to you," Beasty says, his hands warming my chest up.

     "Is this about my disagreement with Bart the other day?"

     Once the words are out, Garfield flips us over, his weight pushing me into the mattress. My legs are sprawled out under us, and my arms wrap around his shoulders to try and steady myself. One of Gar's knees are pushed into my cunt, the other one is being used to prop himself up some. His hands are digging into the mattress on either side of my head and his eyes are glowing as they burn into me. 

     "Say his name again. Say it again, I dare you. I don't see him being able to sense your heartbeat from ten miles away. I don't see him being able to sense your smell from six miles away. And I certainly haven't seen him dipping his head between your legs every night to help you sleep," Beasty says, digging his claws further and further into the mattress after every sentence. "Do you ask Bart to pump in and out of you when you're horny? Is Bart the one you choose to spend your life with?"

     "No," I mewl out, closing my legs around his knee.

     "Keep your legs open," He orders, ripping my legs open and shoving his nails back into the claw marks he left on me. "For the past month, every time I've seen you sparring with a guy, talking to a guy, being anywhere near a guy, all I've thought about is leaving pretty little bruises all over you so that everyone could see that I'm fucking you. I don't want too. I don't like having those thoughts but they're there. And then, ever since your pretty little body started letting off your ovulation pheromones all I've thought about is putting a baby in you. Thought about filling you up, watching you walk around with my baby in you, seeing your pregnancy waddle when your tummy gets all big and round."

     "Gar-" I start but he cuts me off by bending down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth. "H... hey," I whimper, shoving my hands into his hair. He lifts his hand to paw at the breast not in his mouth. He sucks on me for a while, most definitely leaving a bruise before switching to the other side.

     When he's satisfied with himself, Gar lifts his head up to look at me. His eyes have gone soft and are no longer the predator slits from earlier. "I'm going to leave bruises on you, okay? I'm sorry. I need to. I really really need to. I need to make you hurt. I'm sorry," His words come out almost as cries. 

     "Beasty-"

     "I know. I'm sorry. I don't want to, but I need to. I don't know. It feels like... I don't know. I'm sorry," Gar says, constantly repeating himself as he rubs my hips and nuzzles the unmarked side of my neck. "I can leave. I don't want to hurt you. It's just... in me... in my veins... I feel it, right there. Right under my skin. The need to prove I touched your body. The need to put a baby in you. I can leave if you're not comfortable." Gar murmurs the last part, running his tongue across my skin and rutting his knee against my spandex. "I need it," He whispers into my skin. 

     I can feel Garfield's tears against my skin as he holds me. I move my hands to his shoulder to softly rub them, trying to help him relax as he starts marking up my neck again. He was already rough on the other side but he's being a lot harsher this time around. By the third bite mark, I can already feel the blood tricking from the new wounds caused by him. "Beasty-"

     "I'm sorry."

     "Gar-"

     "I'm really sorry."

     "Garfield," I say a little harsher, moving my hands to his hair in order to tear his mouth off of me. "Beasty... I think you're in heat," I say, trying to ignore the increasing pressure building in my groin from the friction happening between my legs.

     "Ya, sure, whatever," he says, pulling my hand out of his hair and attaching himself to the first thing he can get his mouth on. His mouth works down my shoulder, across my collarbones and down my chest. He leaves hickies and bite marks the whole way down. 

     "Gar," I moan out, trying to get his attention but reacting to his tongue running just above the waist band of my spandex instead. "Garfield, please stop," I whimper, tugging on his hair again.

     He does listen, stopping the movement of his mouth and his knee. I'm left a bit sad from the loss of frication against my pussy, but he is just doing what I asked. "I'm sorry," he says again, his hands rubbing my inner thighs, spreading the blood that's been left there. His eyes are back to being slit but they're red and puffy now.

     "Baby," I say, softly taking his face in my heads. I force him to look at me as I rub circles on his cheeks. "I think you're in heat," I repeat, giving him a second to register what I'm saying.

     "Oh... oh! Oh, ya. That... would make a lot of sense," Beasty says, gently running his fingertips over my clothed pussy. "Though, technically it would be called 'rut' cause I'm a dude," he says, watching my legs close around his arm. "I really want to put a baby in you."

     "You... you really can't put a baby in me," I breath out, leaning my head back and shutting my eyes to soak in Gar's touch. 

     "But I really can," he says, using his free hand to pull my legs open again. Beasty dips his head down, going to leave hickies and more markings across my thighs. "Let me put a baby in you. Please?"

     "No... no baby, Beasty," I whimper, my legs starting to shake from the stimulation and the pain starting to gather from the new and old marks. 

     "Please?" He asks again, wrapping his fingers around the bottom of my spandex, starting to pull them down. Once he gets them off of me, he starts licking over the newly exposed skin, leaving my pussy untouched. 

     He teases me, running his tongue and mouth close to my cunt but not close enough to continue the stimulation I want. "Stop teasing," I beg, trying to unwrap his arms from my legs.

     "Let me put a baby in you and I'll stop teasing," Garfield comments, slowly running his tongue through my folds before lifting his head up to leave bruises along my hips. I whine, getting a retaliation of his claws digging into my legs again.  "I'm going to fill you up by the end of my mating season so you might as well let me now."

     "Gar... please... you... you can fill me up all you want after... after my ovulation, okay? Stop teasing. You're bruising every... every inch of my skin. The least you can do is... is make me feel good." 

     He hums, thinking over my words for a second before ducking in between my thighs. His tongue slithers over my clit a couple times before he latches on it. The feeling mixed with the sound of Garfield suckling on me fills my head. My fingers tangle in his hair, pushing his head further as I grind against his tongue. 

     Beasty continues for a few minutes until I come unraveled on his tongue. He stays down there, slurping up my juices before popping his head up to look at me. "I want to cum in you," he says, wiggling two of his fingers into me. 

     "You can't," I say, shifting around to try and get his fingers deeper in me. 

     "Please? We can get the Morning After Pill tomorrow," he says, pretty much begging before he sinks his teeth into my stomach to mark me up even more.

     "Fine... fine...," I mumble, using his hair to pull him up my body. 

     He smiles up at me, nipping at my breasts as he pulls his dick out of his boxers. "Say it," Gar orders, poking his tip in and out of me. 

     "What?" I ask, digging my nails into his back as I try to pull him forward so I can feel more of him in me.

     "Say you want me to fill your pussy," Beasty says, working his way from my breasts back up to my neck. "Say you want me to try to put a baby in you."

     "Please fuck me, Garfield. Please fill my pussy," I whine, finally winning at my tug-of-war. Gar sinks into me, wasting no time to bottom out. 

     "Good," He murmurs against my skin, bring his hands up my body to pin my wrists down. His thrusts are fast, and hard, the complete opposite of what I'm use too. It doesn't take many thrusts before my hips start to hurt. "I'm going to put a baby in you," Gar whispers into my ear, his claws digging into me as he recks my hips. "You're going to get a nice big belly and a cute little waddle. Your titties are going to swell up and get big and heavy. Then, as soon as possible, I'll fuck another baby into you.  Over and over again until I give you a nice big litter."

     "I don't want a baby," I whine, trying to pull my wrists out from his grasp. 

     I can feel Gar's smile against my ear. "I know baby... I know... It'll be okay." I whine from under him, wrapping my legs around his waist as his thrusts get sloppy. As I'm getting closer, the walls of my cunt tighten around him, not helping the sloppiness he's already experiencing. "For someone that doesn't want a baby, your pussy is trying awfully hard to milk me," He teases, sinking his teeth into my neck again. Beasty thrusts a couple more times before he buries himself in me as deep as possible. His teeth dig deeper, breaking my skin again, as he bottoms out.

     Garfield slumps over, laying on top of me as he falls off his high. His hands are heavy as they slip on to my hips. Our bodies stick together from a mix of sweat and cum. The room is quiet for a couple minutes, nothing but our heavy breathing to fill the room. "I'm going to fuck you again," Beasty says, slipping his hands down my legs to wrap them around his torso again. 

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[mattsrod]

PLEASE WRITE SUBMISSIVE VIRGIN MATT SMUT I AM BEGGING YOU. also please no mommy kink or anything like that, maybe matt could have a praise kink BUT PLEASE I WILL LITERALLY CRY IF YOU DONT WRITE THIS 🤗

- ; MATTHEW STURNIOLO ; -

' PLEASE ? '

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- ; warnings - smut (obvi), sub!matt, hand jobs, slight dom!reader(?), matts a virgin, reader is experienced, fluff in the beginning, kind of long, blowjob, cum swallowing.

- ; 11:02 am

; your pov

ive been lying in bed for what seems like an eternity, waiting for matt to wake up. my hair is a mess, i have the most miss-matched pyjamas on, and i feel like shit.

i texted nick not too long ago, asking if he wanted to get something to eat.

no reply, he was probably sleeping too.

all I want to do was get ready for the day with my boyfriend.

I want to push gentle kisses into his neck and tell him how pretty he looks as he brushes his teeth.

but he has other plans. and those plans probably consisted of sleeping until 2pm.

and im not gonna accept that.

"matt." I brush my warm fingertips against his exposed arm. the light shining through my window is almost directly in his eyes.

he pulls the covers over his head. "c'mon matt." i coo once more. he let out a groan, but he is so tired that it comes out sounding like more of a whine.

I giggle, to which matt lets out a real groan at.

"matthew c'mon, ive been waiting for you to wake up for like, an hour."

I slowly grip the covers and swiftly rip them off of him in an attempt to catch him off-guard, but when I look at him in the eyes, hes already looking directly at me with a goofy smile and wide eyes.

"Jesus Christ-" I mutter, and matt chuckles slightly, his eyes now scrunching into his smile instead of widened in an attempt to scare me.

"i knew you were awake, now c'mon, get dressed or something."

matts stuffed animal, a small pug, fell off of the bed as I stood up and started walking to the bathroom.

; matts pov

"you're just gonna walk away and not pick him up?!" I meekly shouted to you; my voice is still laced with drowsiness.

you turned around, leaning against the bathroom door frame as you spoke "get dressed and i'll pick him up, i wanna go out for lunch or something." you promptly turned around and shut the door behind you after saying that.

"okay mrs. productive..." I muttered under my breath and look at your makeup and clothes that were scattered around my bedroom.

"i can hear you jackass!!" your voice sounded muffled through the bathroom wall, but I still hear you loud and clear.

I slowly stood up and put my feel on the cold, wooden floor. I then stretched and carelessly grabbed one of the many hoodies off of my floor, not caring to put pants on.

I walked over to the bathroom door and knocked in a rythm that you knew all too well.

you open the door, and your hair looks absolutely beautiful.

"do you need something or do you just wanna stare at me?" i hear you say bluntly, which snaps me back to reality.

i didnt really get snapped back into reality, though.

i was really in a reality where you were slowly kissing up my thigh, making your way up to my manhood as i brushed your beautiful hair out of the way so i could see your gorgeous face better as you...

this is when i realize im getting hard.

and you are standing in front of me,

and i only have boxers on.

shit

; your pov

i dont realize it at first, but as matts face gets red i giggle and look down at the bulge that he is trying to cover up with his large hoodie.

"damn, am i really that hot?" i grab his hand that he is using to hug downwards on his hoodie and i pull him farther into the bathroom.

he started to fidget with his rings once i let go of his hand. he was looking down, avoiding eye contact with me.

"mattheww" i playfully coo, "look at me baby."

he still doesnt look up at me.

"are you embarrassed?" i ask him gently, receiving no response.

that answers my question.

"matt thats nothing to be ashamed of," i pause, thinking of what to say next, "shit, if i was guy i would have a raging boner all the time."

i guess this made matt feel better because he giggled, lifting his head slightly but still not looking at me.

"since you wont look at me.." i get on my knees. "im gonna look at you myself."

i look up at matts face and he flashes me a goofy smile.

i chuckle and grab his waist, moving him against the bathroom counter.

i moved my position on the floor, shuffling over to the bathroom mat, as the cold solid bathroom floor was making my knees ache already.

i dont break eye contact with matt as i do this.

i stare up at him with eyes full of lust, and i think he knows what i want.

and i think he knows what he wants.

; matts pov

your pupils are wide as i stare into your eyes.

ive never liked intense eye contact, but in this moment it couldnt be any hotter.

you bring your right hand up to the hem of my boxers, your left hand on my abdomen for support.

"can i?"

i nod quickly, squirming under your touch.

i squeeze my eyes shut and let out a sigh.

"im gonna need you to use your words, matt." my dick twitches at the sound of your voice, longing for some friction.

"yes, please, please touch me." i manage to mutter out.

you slowly take of my boxers agonizingly slow, and i inhale sharply as my dick springs up, the cold air hitting it.

you look at my cock and then back up at me.

i couldve folded right then and there.

my heart started racing as you brought your hand up to my tip, which was already leaking precum.

"so wet already mattie."

i nod, leaning my elbows against the sink for extra support.

you brought your manicured nail up to the slit, and dragged your nail across it gently, making my hips buck forward with every small touch.

the unfamiliar feeling gave me a warm feeling that slowly bubbled up in my stomach, starting in my lower stomach area, and pulsing through my dick as you slowly started stroking me from the base, all the way up to my tip.

my hips shuddered as you quickened your pace, and i throw my head back, letting out a quiet moan.

when i look back down you are already looking back up at me with your gorgeous eyes

; your pov

"you are so sensitive, babe." again, i got no reply.

was he that lost in the pleasure?

matt was squirming everytime i reached his swollen, sensitive tip, and i could tell he needed more.

"do you want my mouth matt?"

another nod.

i took my hand off of his dick, leaving it twitching and wet.

"what did i say about using your words, hm?" i put my hands on my knees.

"im sorry." he whined out, "i need your mouth on me. please, i need it so bad- i-"

i cut off matt by putting my tongue directly on his tip, kitten licking it many times before i actually took him in my mouth.

this time matt doesnt even make an attempt to cover up his moans.

he throws his head back once again moaning loudly and looking then looking down at me.

i took more of him in my mouth, swirling my tongue around his girthy member.

i start to bob my head up and down at a steady pace. i can tell matt is close.

; matts pov

i whimper slightly as i feel the warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach start to get even more intense.

i lean harder against the counter and bring one of my supporting hands up to my mouth to hide the sounds i was making.

you take your lips off of my length for a moment, making my hips shutter, and also making the fuzzy feeling in my stomach abruptly stop. "let me hear your pretty sounds matt" you say.

i immediately put my hand back in its original position on the counter, taking it off of my mouth.

you position your lips with my cock again, making my cheeks heat up.

you lick a painfully long, but pleasurable stripe up my cock, grabbing the base of it with your hand.

i jolted forward which made you giggle.

"you are doing so good mattie."

you start working your hand around the base of my cock before taking me in your mouth.

i let out a loud moan at the sudden contact.

"n-need more." i mutter out

you hum onto my cock, pretending not to hear me.

"baby, i need more. please." i breath out, "faster, please!"

; your pov

i happily oblige to matts directions, going faster, using my hand to rub what i couldnt take in my mouth.

now i knew that matt was really close. his whimpers became consistent and the salty taste of precum was already filling my mouth.

matt let out a loud moan and the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat.

i moan onto his cock, licking up his warm seed.

"fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck" he sputtered out

he whimpered.

his hips were now shaking uncontrollably from all of the stimulation he was getting, so i took my hand off of the base of his cock and used it to hold his hips.

i slowly bob my head up and down, helping matt ride out his high.

"holy fucking shit." matt mutters, his hips jolt once more as i took my mouth off of him.

he looks down at me with a shocked expression, his cheeks are extremely red, and his hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat.

i looked up at him then stood up, trailing my hands up his waist as i do this, making him shiver.

"you did so fucking good," i kissed him hard on his lips, and he sighed into the kiss.

i took my lips off of his and looked into his eyes lovingly

"im so proud of you for telling me what you wanted, mattie"

he smiled and then rolled his eyes. "shut the fuck up or im gonna cum again."

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⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ - RIDE 4 ME

ᯓᡣ𐭩 pairing ─ ୨୧ ─ Boyfriend!Rafe Cameron ⋆ Innocent!Pogue!Reader

ᯓᡣ𐭩 summary ─ ୨୧ ─ in which you working as a waitress at the Country Club where Rafe and his wealthy Kook friends spend time at and he gives you a ride home after your shift.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 warnings ─ ୨୧ ─ strong language, smut, porn w/o plot, dubious consent, fingering, oral sex, power dynamics, corruption/innocence, hair-pulling, degradation, rough sex, unprotected vaginal sex, exhibitionism, lose of virginity, possessiveness, orgasm denial, car sex

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wc ─ ୨୧ ─ 2,614

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The sun beat down on the perfectly manicured lawn of the Figure Eight Country Club. Rafe lounged in a cushioned chair on the patio, leisurely sipping an ice cold beer as he watched the other Kook teens splashing around in the pool. His eyes, however, were focused on you making your way between tables, carrying a large tray loaded with drinks and appetizers.

"Well hello there, gorgeous," Rafe called out as you approached his table. You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide your smile.

"I'm working, Rafe," you replied, setting down the empty glasses from the table next to his with a clatter.

"Come on, you can spare a minute to chat with your favorite Kook," Rafe said with a charming grin. He reached out to gently touch your arm. You sighed but relented, sitting down in the empty chair.

"Only for a minute! If my boss catches me slacking he'll have my head," you replied.

"You worry too much. I'd never let anything happen to you," Rafe said. He leaned in close, dropping his voice to a husky whisper. "Have I told you how hot you look in that little uniform?"

You blushed deeply as Rafe's eyes roamed over you appreciatively. You smacked his arm. 

"I'm just showing my girl some appreciation," Rafe replied innocently. His hand found your knee under the table, squeezing lightly.

You hastily stood up. "Okay, I really need to get back to work now. I'll see you later?"

"I'll be waiting eagerly," Rafe said, as you hurried off, he saw Sarah and Topper approaching from across the pool deck.

"Well, well, if it isn't my darling sister and her lapdog," Rafe said snarkily as the pair reached his table.

"Who's the waitress, Rafe? Don't tell me you're screwing around with one of the staff," Sarah said disapprovingly.

"Don't be rude, Sarah. Y/N happens to be my girlfriend," Rafe said defensively.

"Your girlfriend is a Pogue?" Topper asked incredulously. "Isn't that kind of…beneath you?"

Rafe glared at Topper. "Watch yourself, man. No one talks about my girl that way."

Topper held up his hands apologetically. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend."

Rafe leaned back in his chair, glancing over at you. "She may be a Pogue, but she's still hotter than any Kook girl here."

Sarah just shook her head in disgust. "You're hopeless, Rafe." She turned and headed for the pool, Topper trailing behind her.

Rafe watched you as you worked, admiring your cute figure. Maybe you were just a waitress, but you were his waitress. And Rafe always got what he wanted.

You walked out of the country club, exhausted after a long shift. You were lost in thought and didn't notice the familiar black truck idling in the otherwise empty parking lot. The sound of a car door slammed shut behind you made you jump.

"Hey there, gorgeous. Need a ride?" Rafe said with a crooked grin, coming up behind you. Before you could respond, he wrapped an arm around your waist and steered you towards his truck.

"Rafe! You startled me," you protested, though you couldn't help but smile back at him. "What are you still doing here?"

"Waiting for you of course," Rafe replied smoothly, opening the passenger door for you. "I wanted to take my girl out for a night on the town. Unless you're too tired from work?"

You hesitated, knowing you should probably just go home and rest. But the hopeful look in Rafe's eyes made your decision for you. You climbed up into the passenger seat. "A quick stop for ice cream would be nice," you conceded.

Rafe grinned triumphantly and hurried around to the driver's side, revving the engine as he pulled out of the parking lot. You settled back against the leather seat, glancing over at Rafe's handsome profile. You knew your friends wouldn't approve of you dating a Kook, especially if it was Rafe Cameron, but you couldn't help your growing feelings for the charming boy. And when Rafe reached over to take your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze, you knew you were willing to give him a chance, no matter what anyone else thought.

The night breeze felt refreshing as you guys cruised along the coast with the windows down. Rafe drove with one hand on the wheel, the other still clasping yours. You shyly shifted closer on the seat until your thighs were touching. Rafe gave you a heated look. "I've been thinking about you all day, you know," he murmured.

You blushed, heart fluttering at his words. You weren’t used to male attention, but something about Rafe made you feel excited rather than scared. "Me too," you admitted softly.

Rafe's hand left yours to trail lightly up your leg. "I don't think I can wait for ice cream. I need you now," he said roughly, blue eyes dark with desire.

Your breath caught at the intensity of his gaze. You knew you should stop this, but the swirl of emotions inside you left you powerless to resist as Rafe's hand slid higher…

Rafe's eyes darkened with lust as his hand slid higher up your thigh, his fingers dancing along the hem of your shorts. You gasped softly at the intimate caress, both nervous and excited by his boldness.

"We shouldn't do this here," you whispered, your cheeks flushed as you glanced around the shadowy coast road. You were alone for now, but anyone could drive by.

Rafe just smirked, edging his fingers up under your shorts. "Come on, baby. Don't you want to have a little fun?" he murmured, stroking along the edge of your panties.

You squirmed, both scandalized and aroused by his actions. "Rafe, please, not here," you pleaded, even as your body seemed to melt under his skillful touch. You couldn't believe you were letting the cocky Kook take such liberties, but you were powerless to resist him.

Ignoring your protests, Rafe continued teasing you through the thin cotton barrier of your underwear, feeling wetness gather under his fingertips. "That's it, just relax," he purred. "You're so fucking sexy, I need to make you feel good."

You whimpered, legs falling open to give him better access despite your misgivings. Rafe took full advantage, slipping his fingers under your panties to stroke along your slick folds. You jerked and moaned at the direct contact, the lewd wet sounds audible in the confines of the truck.

"Rafe!" you cried out, unable to hold back as he relentlessly stimulated your body. Your hips rocked uncontrollably, seeking more friction from his talented fingers. You were embarrassed by how easily he could undo you, but the pleasure was too intense to resist.

Rafe's eyes blazed with possession as he watched you surrender to him so sweetly. "That's right, I've got you now," he grunted. He finally withdrew his hand, leaving you squirming and unsatisfied.

"Please," you whimpered, beyond caring how desperate you sounded.

Rafe smirked, sucking your juices from his fingers. "All in good time, baby. But first, I think it's time for your mouth to please me for a change."

You looked at Rafe with innocent confusion in your eyes. "What…what do you mean?" you asked uncertainty.

Rafe smirked, enjoying your naive response. He unzipped his shorts, freeing his hard cock. Your eyes widened in shock and you instinctively tried to look away, but Rafe grasped your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his heated gaze.

"I think you know exactly what I mean, baby," he purred. "Be a good girl and put that pretty little mouth to work pleasing me."

You trembled, unable to tear your shocked gaze away from Rafe's erection. You had never even seen a penis before, let alone done anything sexual. The lewd suggestion made your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I…I've never…" you stammered, shrinking back against the passenger door.

Rafe's eyes darkened. "There's a first time for everything, princess," he snarled. "Now get over here and suck it. I know you want to be my good little slut."

You recoiled at his crass words, even as a secret thrill ran through your. You knew you should refuse, but something about Rafe's commanding, dangerous presence made resistance impossible. Timidly you leaned over the center console, hands shaking as you wrapped your fingers around his rigid length. Rafe groaned in satisfaction, tangling his hands in your hair.

"That's it baby, just like that," he encouraged roughly as you began to stroke him awkwardly. Precome beaded at the tip and Rafe used it to paint your plush lips, coaxing you to part them. Your eyes fluttered shut as you accepted the salty fluid on your tongue, the musky male taste overwhelming to your innocent senses.

Heart pounding, You took the head of Rafe's cock between your lips. The Kook boy groaned loudly, bucking his hips to press deeper into the heat of your mouth. You gagged slightly but kept sucking, eager to please him even as the lewd act made you blush. You were in over your head, but there was no turning back now.

You fumbled awkwardly with your first attempt at pleasuring Rafe, cheeks flaming with embarrassment even as arousal coiled hotly within you. Rafe groaned lustily at the feel of your soft lips wrapped around him, his fingers tangling almost painfully in your hair as he guided your movements.

"Come on baby, you can take more than that," he grunted, bucking his hips to push deeper into your mouth.

You gagged, eyes watering as the blunt tip hit the back of your throat. Rafe held you there a moment, reveling in the tight wet heat enveloping him before letting you pull back gasping.

"Sorry princess, guess I got a little too eager," he chuckled without remorse. You caught your breath, wiping at your teary eyes. You should stop this insanity, but one heated look from Rafe had you leaning back in, determined to pleasure him properly this time.

Under Rafe's rough tutelage, You soon adapted to the rhythm he set, lips gliding slickly along his rigid length. The musky taste of precum flooded your senses, making your head spin dizzyingly. Rafe's bitten-off curses and the clench of his fingers in your hair let you know you were doing well.

"Fuck yes, just like that," he rasped, eyes smoldering as he watched his cock disappear repeatedly into the your sweet mouth. You flushed with pride at his reaction, abandoning your inhibitions to suck him harder, flicking your tongue teasingly over the weeping slit.

You could feel Rafe swelling and pulsing on your tongue, his thighs tensing as his climax approached. Suddenly he wrenched your head back, leaving you gasping.

"Did I say you could make me cum yet?"

You stammered out apologies even as your body thrummed with unfulfilled need. Rafe cut you off with a searing kiss, plunging his tongue into your mouth as though to taste himself on your lips. When he finally released you, your head was spinning, panties soaked through.

"Please Rafe," you whimpered, no longer caring how desperate you sounded. "I need…"

Rafe's eyes flashed victoriously. "I know what you need, baby," he purred, hand sliding back up your thigh possessively. "Don't worry, I'm going to give it to you."

Rafe smirked triumphantly as you whimpered and squirmed beside him, your innocence only making the prospect of corrupting you even sweeter. His fingers slid back up your thigh, hooking into your panties and tugging them down insistently.

"Lift up, baby," he commanded gruffly.

Cheeks flaming, you obeyed, raising your hips so Rafe could strip the cotton barrier away. The cool night air on your exposed, slick flesh made you shiver, thighs clenching together reflexively. Rafe drank in the sight of you, bare and vulnerable before him,

"So fucking beautiful," he rasped, grabbing your knee to force your legs open again. You gasped as he trailed a rough fingertip along your sensitive folds, gathering the evidence of your arousal. "This is all mine now, isn't it?"

You could only whimper and nod helplessly, lost in the overwhelming sensations as Rafe's talented fingers stroked and teased you. Your hips rocked desperately, seeking more friction as he purposefully avoided where you needed it most.

"Please Rafe…" you keened, you were his now, to use as he wished.

Rafe's eyes flashed with dark satisfaction at how easily you submitted. "Since you asked so sweetly," he purred, finally pressing two thick fingers into your tight pussy.

You cried out, back arching off the seat at the intrusion, inner muscles clenching around the thick digits. The sounds of Rafe's fingers pumping into your naive body echoed obscenely in the confines of the truck. His mouth descended on your neck, sucking a vivid mark into the sensitive skin. You shuddered, clutching at his shoulders as he claimed you so completely.

"That's it baby, cum for me," Crooking his fingers just right, he sent you spiraling over the edge with a sharp cry. Your whole body spasmed, inner walls clamping down hard around his fingers. Rafe groaned as he imagined that tight clutch around his cock instead.

As you trembled through the aftershocks, Rafe gently stroked your hair back from your face. "Such a good girl," he praised, pressing a surprisingly tender kiss to your forehead. You curled trustingly into his embrace, spent and satiated for now. But you both knew this was only the beginning.

After letting you rest for a few minutes, Rafe pulled you into his lap, his arms wrapping around your frame. You gasped as you felt his hard cock pressing insistently against your core.

"I want you to ride me, princess," Rafe growled into your ear, nipping at the soft skin of your neck. His hands gripped your hips, grinding you down onto his erection.

You whimpered, torn between apprehension and need. You knew this was wrong, but your body craved the fulfillment only Rafe could provide. Timidly you began to rock your hips, rubbing yourself along the rigid contour of his cock.

Rafe groaned approvingly, one hand sliding up to palm your breast through your thin top. "That's it baby, get yourself nice and wet for me," he rasped, tweaking your nipple roughly.

You cried out, back arching into his touch even as you continued your hesitant movements. You could feel your slick arousal soaking through the fabric separating them.

"Please Rafe," you finally gasped out. "I need more." your plea seemed to break the last of his restraint. He pushed your shorts aside, before thrusting up into your untouched entrance.

You saw stars, a scream of pained pleasure tearing from your throat. Rafe gave you no time to adjust to the intense stretch, gripping your hips tightly as he immediately started pounding up into you. "So fucking tight," he bit out through clenched teeth.

You could only cling to his shoulders, lost in the overwhelming sensations. The initial sharp sting faded to an aching fullness that somehow felt so right. Rafe guided your movements, using your body ruthlessly for his own pleasure and pushing you rapidly towards a shattering climax.

When he finally spilled inside you with a shout, the feeling of his hot release triggered your own orgasm. You convulsed around him, whimpering his name. Rafe held you close through the aftershocks, stroking your hair tenderly.

"That's my good girl," he praised, brushing a soft kiss over your sweat-slicked temple. You burrowed into his embrace, a sense of belonging settling over you even as guilt pricked at the back of your mind. You knew there was no going back from this life-altering line you had crossed, but you prayed it would all be worth it for a chance at love with the Kook boy.

[a-killer-obsession]

Pretty Boy [Killer x Reader]

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

You get more than you bargained for when Killer is dared to let you take photos of him in some special jewellery. Inspired by this post.

CW: sub!killer, afab reader, smut, use of horse crop, light bdsm, praise kink, oral sex (giving and receiving), p in v sex, creampie, face sitting

WC: ~3.5k

Masterlist || A03

“Okay Kil!” Quincy slurred, wobbling in place in a drunken haze, “Your turn! Truth or dare?”

“I never agreed to this game,” he grumbled, taking a long sip of his drink with the straw that threaded through a hole in his mask.

“What, you a fuckin’ coward Kil?” Kid laughed. Killer made a small growl-like sound under his mask and relented, nobody was calling him a coward.

“Fine, dare,” he replied. Quincy squealed in delight.

“You gotta let [y/n] dress you up and take photos!” She clapped, chuffed with herself.

“Quincy!” You snapped back at her, almost choking on your drink in surprise.

“Ah, ah,” she tutted, waggling a very drunk finger, “remember that jewellery you found last raid?”

Fucking Quincy, she was right, Killer would look so fucking good in it, but she was absolutely also doing this because she knew you had hots for the first mate.

“Hang on now, what are we talking?” Killer asked nervously.

“Don't worry baby, I won't make you take the mask off,” you replied, trying to feign confidence but at the same time really fucking anxious about this whole thing, “but you gotta take your shirt off, to show off the jewellery of course”

Killer grumbled as he thought about it. It was clear to anyone with eyes that under his usual selection of probably too small t-shirts that he was sculpted like an Adonis, but he wasn't as confident with his body as the other commanders. The others would happily walk around naked if given the chance, while you could only get a glimpse of his bare chest on the rare occasion he went swimming. For you though, maybe he could let himself go. He'd long since accepted his attraction to you, not that he'd ever admit it to anyone. Fuck, maybe he was a coward. “Only [y/n] sees the photos?” he asked, though it was more of a plea.

“Fineeeee,” Quincy whined, giving you a look that absolutely translated to ‘you fucking owe me’.

“Okay,” Killer relented with a heavy sigh.

“Atta boy,” Kid smacked him on the shoulder, “look at you, so brave”

“Shut the fuck up Kid,” Killer grumbled.

“So uh… what am I wearing?” Killer asked, sitting nervously on the edge of his bed. The two of you were still a little tipsy, but anxiety had certainly sobered both of you a great deal. Both of you thought maybe you could avoid this altogether if you waited long enough for Quincy to forget, but she was having none of that, grabbing the jewellery from the girl's bunkroom herself and shoving you both towards Killer's room, fuck she was strong when she's drunk. You lifted the piece of jewellery from it's box, long interconnecting strings of fake diamonds that formed a sort of harness. He looked at it with a hitched breath, that thing was gonna barely cover anything.

“Shirt off, Massacre Soldier,” you ordered with faux confidence, fiddling with the harness to figure out the best way to get it on him, “I'll have to help you get it on”

“Oh… okay,” he took a deep breath and pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it towards his hamper. Fuck, he really was well built, with a thin blond happy trail and smooth, very lickable chest. You shook the distraction from your head and approached him with the harness. The crystals glinted in the light as you walked, Killer taking deep calming breaths to keep himself steady.

The easiest connection was the neck, so you attached that first, Killer having to hold his great mane of hair out of the way as he sat sideways on the bed and you knelt on the mattress behind him. Next was his back, your fingers smoothing over his chest and leaving goosebumps as you searched for the clasp, finding it with a small ‘ah huh!’ and pulling it around to clasp it in the middle of his back. The last clasp was at his hips, and his breath hitched as your hands followed the single line of crystals that ran down his front to where the remainder of the harness sat pooled in his lap. Clasps successfully located, you brought them around to fix them at the small of his back, swathes of crystals falling over his hips.

You stood to admire the finished product, which fit Killer like a glove just as Quincy had predicted. There was a line around his neck, which connected to one long line that ran all the way down to his happy trail. Over his chest the lines cupped under his pecs, connecting at the back and fastened to the neck at the sides of his pecs, with two additional lines that ran from the center to the top outer edges, framing his nipples. At his hips another line ran around him, and from it on either side were multiple draped lines of crystals that sat loosely over his side, though right now they awkwardly caught on his jeans.

“I gotta lower your jeans a little,” you hummed, and Killer's chest started to go red. You smirked, how could someone so attractive be so shy about his body? It was adorable, really, and gave you a boost of confidence knowing how flustered you were making him.

You pulled him to stand, and looked into the icy blue eyes you could see through the holes of his mask as you removed his sash and unzipped his jeans, hooking your fingers into the waistband of the pants and his briefs underneath and lowering them till they sat just above his cock, the deep v of his muscles and the well trimmed blond mass of pubes now exposed, pale against his tanned flesh. His breath was haggard as you stepped back and admired him, satisfied now that the crystals were able to hang against his bare skin. Now how to pose him?

“On your knees, soldier, arms behind your back,” you commanded. Normally he would have replied with a growl, only Kid had the authority to order him around, but he found himself dropping to his knees before his brain could protest the action, the drapes of stones on his hips making a flurried clicking sound as he moved. The sudden obedience surprised but pleased you, you were sure you'd gone too far with that request, but seeing Killer on his knees, his cock millimetres from exposure, his arms positioned as though he was bound, sent electricity straight to your core.

Before he could change his mind you grabbed the photo den-den and started snapping pictures. It was a polaroid style, only one copy could be made of each photo, no digital copies, as per the agreement you'd come to with Killer a little later. Something black under the corner of the bed caught your eye as you snapped photos, and his mask followed you nervously as you bent down beside him and retrieved it.

“Wow Kil, you're a lot kinkier than I took you for,” you smirked, examining the riding crop in your hand. Funny, there were no horses on board. You heard him swallow hard, saw the way his Adam's apple bobbed as he did so, mask fixed on the item in your hand. Caught red handed, curse the rocking of the ship for knocking it out of place, he should have done a better job of checking his room before allowing you in. “Now is this for use on others, or for use on you?” you asked as you whipped the tool, making a whistling sound as it sliced through the air next to him.

“M-me,” he finally answered. The answer surprised and aroused you, you'd never had guessed in a million years that Killer was a submissive, but it was becoming painfully obvious, slick pooling between you legs the more you thought about it.

“May I?” You purred, and he nodded slowly. You pushed the tip of it against his chin, forcing it up and exposing his thick neck. You snapped a few more pictures of him like that before setting the snail aside, far more interested in this new entertainment now as a clear tent formed in his jeans, the very base of his thick cock now visible as the fabric shifted. You bit your bottom lip noticing the thin trip of hardening flesh, running the crop down his front, following the line of crystals. “Such a pretty thing,” you hummed.

His hand grabbed the end of the crop, moving it till the leather loop at the end pressed against his nipple, a small, barely audible, whimper escaping him from under the mask. “You want me to hit you there?” You asked with a raised brow. His mask moved as he nodded and let go of the crop, hand returning to behind his back as he braced himself. Hesitantly you pulled back, before smacking him lightly with the crop.

“Harder,” he pleaded. You pulled back again, hitting him much harder, leaving a fresh red mark over his nipple as you pulled it away. He let out a small pleased groan, his hips bucking a little, exposing more of his length. “More”

You happily obliged, alternating between his two nipples and laying hard smacks against them with the delicate tool, making him groan and buck more. His jeans finally gave way with one last buck, his fully erect and leaking cock now exposed and at attention. You swore under your breath at the sight of it, thick and long and swollen with need, a drop of precum beading at the tip. You ran the crop down his front, pausing above his cock hesitantly, expecting him to stop you, but he remained still, his hands back behind his back obediently, his mask fixed on you. You bit your lip and ran the crop over the top of his length, rubbing the leather loop against the leaking tip, smearing his precum. You pressed it to the base of the underside where his shaft met his balls, running it up the length, his cock twitching against the leather. “So fucking pretty,” you breathed.

“All- all for you,” he mewled, rutting against the crop. You couldn't take it anymore, you were practically dripping with arousal just looking at him, the harness sparkling under the bedroom lights as he tried desperately to get friction against the small leather tip.

You dropped the crop and rushed at him, pushing him to the floor and attacking his neck with your mouth. You made shallow bites, leaving welts along his throat and shoulder, the usually stoic first mate whining and writhing under you as your nails dragged down his front. You pinched his reddened nipples as you moved down, pulling needy sounds from him, biting and licking and kissing your way down his front, running your tongue under the line of jewellery. Finally you reached his weeping cock, repurposing one hand to wrap around his base while your tongue ran up the underside and lapped at the precum, rubbing over the sensitive tip with your wet muscle before taking him in your mouth with a pleased hum. He swore under his breath as you bobbed your head, using your hand to service what you couldn't fit. One of his hands wound into your hair and guided your speed while the other clawed at the rug underneath him, his back arching off the floor as you took more of him, till his tip hit the back of your throat and your gagging vibrated the sensitive flesh.

A thin string of saliva connected your mouth to the head of his cock as you pulled off for air, looking at him with a half lidded, lust-addled gaze. “So pretty,” you purred, running your tongue up the underside of his twitching cock, “so fucking pretty”

“Shit, [y/n],” Killer gasped as you swallowed him again, his hips moving on their own accord and making swallow thrusts into your mouth, “I'm gonna- fuck- I'm gonna cum- hnng”

The hand that wasn't pumping the base of his cock travelled back up his body, playing with the jewellery for a moment before pinching and pulling at his nipple again. He let out a string of curses and whines as his hand pulled tight on your hair, holding you in place as he thrust up into you and released thick ropes of cum down your throat, leaving a trail over your tongue as he pulled out. He collapsed flat against the floor, his limbs limp around him, his hair fanned out over the rug like a cape, the jewellery and sweat on his body shimmering with every heaving breath he took. You licked the dripping remnants of his cum from his cock, eagerly swallowing his load and licking your lips, the lewdness of it making him whine.

You stood and grabbed the snail, and Killer made no attempt to move as you took more photos of him in his euphoric state, his cock already half hard again at the open shamelessness of you taking photos of him after absolutely sucking any remnant of a coherent thought right out of him via his dick.

Not wanting to test the limits of the precarious situation, you gathered your few things and made for the door, but not before Killer could scramble to you, wrapping himself around your thighs, bare under the miniskirt of the dress you wore. You let out a surprised gasp as his hands travelled up your legs, groping at your plush flesh, his mask pressing between them as he looked up at you.

“Please don't go,” he begged, “let me make you feel good, please, I wanna make you feel good. I'll be so good for you, so good”

You put down your things and stepped back towards him, your feet either side of his legs as he knelt on the floor. He reached up to his mask and you held your breath as he removed it, looking up at you with those deep blue eyes, darkened and almost black with lust, and purple tinted lips that immediately went to work kissing and licking your thighs. You pulled your dress up and over your head, leaving you in only your bra and panties, and he hooked his fingers under the panties to slide them down, stepping out of them so he could remove them entirely. His mouth travelled up the inside of your thighs, moving up and up till he was nosing at your folds, his eyes still locked with yours till he closed his to delve between your legs. You moaned as his tongue ran between your folds, letting him support your weight with his hands on your ass so you could crouch a little to give him better access.

He grunted into your folds, unsatisfied with what he could reach, and he started laying back flat, pulling you down with him till you were straddling his face. You were powerless to his motions as he held you tight against him and ate you out like a man starved, his moans vibrating against your cunt and making you shudder. “Killlll~” you whined, one hand fisting his thick hair as he encouraged you to roll against him, grinding your clit against his strong tongue. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, so good, so fucking good”

He gave your clit a harsh suck, snapping your coil, your orgasm rocking through you as he supported your weight and kept you flush to his mouth. He let you go limp against his chest as your high passed, both of you panting heavy, Killer pressing kisses to whatever he could reach of your thighs, his dick back to full mast beside your face. You could smell his arousal, and you turned your head to make kitten licks against his cock.

“I wanna fuck you,” he panted against the soft skin of your inner thigh, groping at the flesh on the outer side, “need to feel you cum on my cock, please”

All you could reply with was a needy whine, doing your best to sit back up so you could shuffle your ass back down his body, the jewellery catching against your skin and tugging as you moved. You rubbed your slick pussy weakly against his erection, your legs jelly from your orgasm. In one swift movement he grabbed your hips and the back of your head, flipping you so you lay underneath him, protecting your head from hitting the floor while also winding his fingers through your hair. His mouth latched on to your throat, marking your skin as his hands travelled down your body, the draping sections of the jewellery over his hips hanging down and brushing over yours. They clinked and jingled as he rutt his cock against you, rubbing it against your clit, before his moving hands reached where your legs were spread for him and he took himself in his palm, lining himself up and plunging into you, sheathing himself to the base with one deeo thrust and needy groan. Your back arched as he knelt between your legs, holding both of your hips in a bruising hold as he started a desperate, brutal pace, making you cry out in pleasure and claw at the rug. Your hand ran up his front, playing with the harness, admiring the way it sparkled as he fucked you, you eyes travelling upwards to his unmasked face. His head was thrown back, blond hair falling around his shoulders like a curtain of gold, brows furrowed in concentration. His purple lipstick was smeared, no doubt coating the skin on your thighs and neck and between your legs, a glistening of your silk still coating his chin.

“So pretty Kil, such a good boy,” you purred, your thumb running over his lower lip. He looked at you with wide, hungry eyes, his tongue poking out and running up your thumb before taking the digit in his mouth and sucking on it, letting out a whine as his thrusts increased in speed and depth and his fingers left deep purple bruises on your hips. His hands only left them to pull down your bra, the last piece of clothing you still had on, taking fists full of your breasts till his hands moved back to your hips, watching your tits bounce with every hard thrust as he fucked you like an animal in heat on his bedroom floor.

White hot pleasure was running through your body as your orgasm ran dangerously close, and you removed your thumb from his mouth to claw at his forearms, long deep moans pulled from you as he felt you start to flutter around him.

“Cum for me, please,” he whined, “‘m so close, so close, cum on my cock please”

“You've been such a good boy Kil,” you panted, “gonna cum for you- gonna- fuck, fuck, I'm cumming”

Your back arched of the floor and you saw sparkles in your vision as you came hard, clamping down around him and forcing him to cum with you, already teetering so close to the edge before your walls started milking every last drop he had. He painted your insides white with his seed, his hips stuttering before they stilled, collapsing to hover over you, focusing the last of his energy into keeping his weight from crushing you till he had no choice but to pull out and roll to lay beside you on the floor.

You rolled to your side to curl up against him, his skin scalding to the touch from the heavy physical activity, sweat rolling down his skin and catching on the gemstones of his harness. You played with the threads of glass stones, running your hands under them against Killer's skin, enjoying the luxurious and rare view.

“Fuck, I've wanted to do that for so long,” he puffed finally.

“Yeah? Me too,” you hummed.

“Then why the jewellery? Why not just come out with it?” He panted, his head turning to meet your eyes with his. You hand travelled up his chest and neck until you could cup his sharp cheek, running your thumb over it, drinking in his unmasked face.

“Pretty things for a pretty boy,” you replied, and you could see just the hint of the corner of his mouth curling upwards. Before he could accidentally show you the smile he was so self conscious about, he rolled over entirely and captured your mouth with his, his tongue hot and dominating against yours as he pulled you to press flush against him.

“Your pretty boy,” he mumbled against your neck as he moved to attack it.

“All mine,” you smiled.

[scarletwinterxx]

but if it's forever, it's even better - joshua hong imagine

helloooo

i will start this off by saying i am down bad for this man right here. ISTG i see him and i'm smiling all stupid like a school girl who has her first crush. i cannot get him off of my mind so yea now we're here😅

if there's one song i would say is written about this guy, it's birds of a feather by billie eilish. i just feel like it's so easy to love him, like you'd be sitting in a diner with him then you'd take one look and think about how you love him so much🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 okay okay i'm getting carried away😅

it's my first time writing a story outside the nct-verse hahaha but i love it🥺 maybe i'll write more svt scenarios in the future but for now, i hope you enjoy this one🤍

if you want, u can buy me coffee(totally optional but any donation is very much appreciated!) thank you🥺💛

for my other joshua fics, check them here

All works are copyrighted ©scarletwinterxx 2024 . Do not repost, re-write without the permission of author.

(gif not mine, credits to rightful owner)

"Oh my god, you like him"

"What are you talking about?"

"You know we follow each other on spotify right? You've been listening to the same 6 7 songs for days now. It's a playlist isn't it?"

"Where is this conversation going exactly?"

"Who is it? Tell me"

You look at your friend confused. Soonyoung can be random at times, like right now. He just started this topic randomly.

"You like someone, you only make a new playlist when you like someone so who is it?" he asks

"No one, oh my gosh"

Just then the bell hanging by the door chimes, signaling someone just walked in. You didn't look over only to be surprised when someone sat beside Soonyoung,

"Hey guys, sorry I was late. Have you ordered?"

"Hey" you nod over at Joshua, the guy smiling back at you

Soonyoung watches the exchange, looking back and forth between you and your other friend. It's like a lightbulb just lit up in his head.

You can see his expression change, but before he could say anything you kick his leg under the table to stop him

"AH!"

You shoot him a look, meanwhile Joshua stays oblivious to the chaos. He reads the menu, looking for something to order.

"Is the coffee good?" he asks no one in particular

"Yea, she likes it" Soonyoung points at you

"Oh uh yea it's good"

"Okay, I'll go get that. Do you want anything else?"

"I'm good" your other friend answers, then the two look at you

"Me too, thanks Shua" he shoots you another smile before standing up

"Shua? SHUA? You call him Shua???"

"Yea, because that's his name" you roll your eyes, trying to play it cool

"Oh my god, it's him. You like him" he points at you

"Shut it before he comes back"

"You didn't deny it"

You shoot him another look just as Joshua takes the seat beside him again. The three of you hang out to catch up, a little tradition you do with your friends when you have free time. Sometimes, you drive around town or go on an easy hike or set up a picnic.

Sometimes your other friends join you, but today it's just the three of you.

"The sky's getting dark, it'll probably rain soon" You say while looking out the window, the two guys following your gaze

"Oh yea, we should go. Hey Joshua, can you drive her home? I have a thing I have to drive by before going home"

"Yea no problem" ever the gentleman, Joshua agrees with a smile. The three of you walk out the cafe, saying goodbye to Soonyoung as he walks over to his car. You catch him mouthing something a long the lines of "you're welcome". Probably trying to play cupid between you and Joshua.

The two of you also walk to his car, a hand behind the small of your back to guide you. Even though the ground is flat concrete, you feel like you're going to trip just thinking about how close he is.

Joshua opens the door for you, holding a hand over your head as you get in. You're not even close to hitting the roof of the car, but still, he does it because he is the epitome of 'gentleman'. He waits for you to settle in before closing the door and jogging over the driver's side.

When he gets in the car, he puts the keys in and turn the engine on. Putting one hand behind your seat as he maneuver out of the parking lot.

You can feel your cheeks get warm, it's nothing special but you had to admit he looks so good while doing such a mundane thing.

Joshua looks over at you and notices the blush on your cheeks.

"You okay, baby?"

"Shut up"

He laughs louder, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers together.

"Soonyoung thinks I have a crush on you?"

"Does he?"

"Mhm, been listening to the playlist you made me. He said I only ever make a playlist when I like someone" you tell him, you see the smile forming on his pretty lips you had to stop your self from leaning over to steal a kiss from your boyfriend.

"I mean, he's not wrong. You made me one before"

"Yea like before we dated, now you do it too"

It was how you confessed to him, too shy to say you like him to his face so you did it through songs. You thought he didn't get the message you were trying to send over because he didn't say anything to you after you sent the playlist.

You really thought he really didn't see anything other than a friend until one night while hanging out he started to play one of the songs on his guitar. It was during a party, surrounded by all your friends, with people having their own conversations all around you.

And yet your attention was on him, listening to each note he's playing.

"When will we tell him?" Joshua asks you

"Let him figure it out on his own. It's kind of fun to see him get excited over it, it's like we have a fan rooting for us"

"What if I kiss you in front if him"

"You wouldn't dare, Joshua Hong" he smirks when he heard his full name, sparing you a quick glance. He waits until the light turned red before turning over to you, a hand behind your head to pull you closer to him then he's crashing your lips against him.

His lips moving against yours in sync. Like a routine he worked hard on memorizing, he knows just how to get you chasing after his lips asking for a few more kisses. Each one taking your breath like it's the first kiss.

He's the one to break away first (even though he didn't want to, but you're in middle of the road), he kisses your nose before going back to his seat. His hand goes back to holding yours, like back to normal. Like he didn't just kiss the breath out of you.

Joshua smirks when he looks over at you, looking at him with round eyes he loves so much.

The traffic light is still red but you don't dare to tease your boyfriend again because you know he won't hesitate to do it again and then some.

"Hey, I love you" he squeezes your hand, making you look over at him

"I know" you jokingly reply, then you lean over to give him a peck on the cheek.

"Let's sit together next hang out and pretend to secretly like each other" you say, "Easy, I already look like I like you" he say

"No kisses though, have to take me out first"

"We'll call it a date then"

[cyanocophrenic]

I don't know why we never thought to do this before.

Hell, we even keep the ropes next to the gum. The idea was staring us in the face all along.

I kneel on the bed and she slides in behind me, looping the bight under my tits. I close my eyes, trying to shut out everything but the feel of the hemp as she pulls it over my shoulders and around my back. She's tying things a little loose, and it feels weird, but it's probably better that way.

She pats my butt to let me know that she's finished, and I pop up to my knees to give her room to tie a harness around my hips. She fumbles and swears to herself a couple of times, and then swings around in front of me.

"I need you to lay back," she says, before playfully shoving me backwards. I let myself topple, and she continues webbing me with rope. I guess looser ties don't fight gravity very well. Won't be a problem for too long, I think to myself.

"Okay," she says, tying off my hips, "open up."

I let her slip the half-piece of gum in my mouth, but then I think about refusing to chew. What, after all, would be brattier than not playing along? What if I just took my toys and went home? Unfortunately, she's already bound my ankles to the bed, legs spread wide apart, so I have room to grow.

She slides up and looks me in the eye. "Chew."

I do what I'm told.

The flavor is always way too intense starting out, almost chemical, in a way. Its' like when they get the mix wrong in the slushy machine and it's all syrup. Cloying, too sweet, too bright, too fruity. It's hard not to drool blue all over the pillows, but I know better than to actually misbehave.

Like clockwork, as the flavor begins to mellow I feel the telltale warmth deep in my belly. Chewing was a chore before, now it becomes compulsive, thoughtless.

When people write stories about things like this, especially people who've never been through it, they always go on and on about the pressure and the fear and the intensity, but it's never been like that for me.

It does feel incredible, though. They get that part right.

The warmth grows inside me, filling me up, and, when it runs out of room, I begin to grow. I start to lose myself in the feeling of swelling around the juice inside me, when the ropes begin to pull tight across my belly.

I don't mean to, but I arch back and moan deeply, letting a little rivulet of blue dribble onto the pillows. Oops. She chuckles, and we both know I'll pay for ruining her linens yet again.

The feeling is so sharp now, and I lose my mind a little as my skin begins to fight against the hemp. The warmth spreads outward from my middle, spilling into my thighs and my chest, filling everything it can find.

I can feel the knots all over me begin to pull tight as I fill out the webs of rope. I spill out of the gap between the harnesses, and the little part of me that still feels human is silently grateful that we started with something small and easy. The other part of me, the one that's taking over, wants to be squeezed like overripe fruit through fine mesh until there's nothing left but a small ocean of dark blue juice. That's new.

I start to puff through the voids in the harnesses, the cool sensation of the air against my taut skin colliding with the burning where the ropes are holding me back. I start to wonder whether they'll break before I do, but I put that thought away. My breasts are swelling faster than they normally do, even though I only have half a dose in me. They start to obscure my view of things happening lower down, but not before I see her climb in between my swelling thighs.

It's way too soon for me to be leaking, but I feel her tongue against me, and I convulse. soon enough she reappears, mouth stained blue with a look in her eye like I've probably ruined another mattress.

The gum is flavorless now, but I keep chewing. She hasn't told me to stop yet. Still, I feel the growth slow to a crawl. The warmth begins to dissipate, so I give my arms and legs a cursory wiggle.

I'm so full, and still tied down, but I can tell that I'm not round enough. I can't help it. Somewhere, far away in my brain, I know this is a test run, but I keep chewing so frantically, hoping to swell just a little bit more. I almost want to cry.

I'm supposed to be a giant, juicy balloon, not this weird little excuse for an adult human woman.

I guess she can feel my desperate fidgeting, because she crawls up and lays beside me.

"Hey, big girl," she says, wiping bright blue tears off my cheek. "I know you want more, but I think we need to juice you. These ropes look about ready to goosh you to pieces."

I want to say "Let them!" but I know that's the juice talking.

"I know," she says, like she's reading my mind. "It's not fair, but we need to be safe."

I pout harder.

She knows better than to negotiate with terrorists, though. "What are you going to do about it?" she asks, feigning innocence. "You're tied down tight, and too juicy to move." She reaches over, grabs one move my engorged nipples, and squeezes hard. Dark blue juice sprays the wall behind her as I yowl in ecstasy. "Oh no, are you going to squirt on me until I do what you want?" she asks, squeezing again.

"Just cut the ropes off," I beg, trying to think of anything that might free me up to grow safely.

"Sorry, babe," she says, genuinely apologetic. "The rope's too tight now. I don't think I could get the scissors in there without risking popping you."

"I'm going to juice you," she says. "Do you want business, or pleasure?"

I'm too frustrated to cum right now, stuck like I am between one self and another. "Business," I mumble. Fuck orgasms. I'd rather just get this over with.

She smiles gently, and scrambles up onto my massive belly, and grabs a nipple in each hand. Her weight feels amazing, and as she starts to milk giant spurts of juice out of my breasts, back and forth, back and forth, I realize that business may lead to pleasure regardless of how I feel.

Her whole body is swaying with the rhythm of her arms, and I feel a different kind of warmth start to build between my swollen thighs. I can feel every inch of the hemp biting into me, pulling me in so many directions. It feels so good to be her balloon, letting her tease and squeeze as she pleases.

I'm taken completely by surprise when I cum suddenly and violently. I can tell she is, too, because she falls off my quaking body backwards, getting doused by the juice gushing out of me. I'm absorbed by the orgasm wracking my body, and time loses meaning for a little while.

When I come to, panting, I realize that she's nowhere to be seen. Thankfully, I'm small enough now to slip out of the ropes around my wrists and ankles. I sit bolt upright, or, as bolt as I can at least. The residual juice is going to weigh me down a little until my body can process it naturally.

I call her name.

"Down here," says a stunned voice. I look over the foot of the bed.

She's laying there, eyes wide in shock, absolutely drenched in blue.

"Wow," she says.

"Are you okay?" I ask, scrambling to offer her a puffy, light blue hand.

"Look," she says, taking my hand, "that was so much fun, really."

"But?" I ask, trying not to hold my breath.

"... but we have got to find a way to do this that doesn't change my hair color."

[luvkyu]

hii kyu ! idk if ur reqs are open but if they are, i wanted 2 request a dokyeom (svt) x m!reader fluff oneshot where dk makes it his mission to cheer up his bf who's sick (or just tired/exhausted if u prefer) by taking him on a date :) anyways i hope u have a great day !! :D

home with u ( lee dokyeom/dk )

dokyeom x male reader

kyeom takes care of his sick bf !

content : 1k words, fluff, idol!kyeom, kyeom calls reader pretty boy

( a/n ) this is literally MONTHS old im so sorry it took so long :( i changed it a little cause i was having a lot of trouble writing it for some reason but i hope you like it <3

"kyeom, i can feel you staring."

"okay. and?"

y/n scowled quietly while opening his eyes. dokyeom was laying directly in front of him, just centimeters away.

"it's making me self conscious."

"but you're so perfect," dokyeom countered with a small pout. "looking at you makes me happy. my favorite boy."

"damn it," y/n muttered as he felt a blush creep onto his face. he quickly rolled over to the other side of his bed. "i hate you."

dokyeom simply laughed at his stubborness.

"you love me," he insisted while slipping his arms around y/n's waist, spooning him.

y/n smiled, still trying to hide it though. dokyeom nuzzled his face into his neck while planting tiny kisses against his skin.

"you're still burning up.." dokyeom mumbled. he could feel the heat radiating off of y/n's neck and face, making him even more worried.

"hm.. 'm fine, kyeom," y/n responded drowsily.

"are you sure you don't wanna just go to a doctor?"

"i hate doctors."

"baby," dokyeom quickly argued. y/n didn't need to look at him to know he was frowning - or probably just pouting. he sighed and turned back over to face him.

"if it doesnt pass after tomorrow then i'll go see one, okay?" he promised, leaving a short kiss on the other's forehead.

dokyeom smiled and nodded before catching the male's lips instead. he kissed him deeply, whispering a small "thank you" after pulling away.

"don't you need to leave for rehearsals with the guys?" y/n asked, looking up at him.

"no."

y/n blinked. "no?.."

"i'm staying here."

"what? no. you should go to work."

dokyeom shook his head. "i'm worried about you. i'm staying here."

"kyeom-"

"i already texted our manager. just let me take care of you."

y/n frowned, now seeing the concern in his boyfriend's eyes. he sighed and gave in before snuggling into dokyeom's chest.

"okay, baby. you can take care of me."

dokyeom finally smiled again and nodded his head in triumph.

"i'm sleepy," y/n mumbled into the other's slightly wrinkled shirt.

"then sleep, bub."

"mm.. will you sleep too?"

"i'm not really tired enough to nap, honestly. but i'll stay with you."

y/n felt his heart skip. he smiled and snuggled into him again, soon falling asleep in his arms.

after sleeping for about an hour and a half, y/n woke up to hear soft humming coming from beside him. he looked up at his partner. dokyeom's eyes were closed peacefully as his phone played wave to earth on the bedside table. he was humming along quietly and running his hands along y/n's arms to the rhythm.

"your voice is so beautiful," y/n complimented.

dokyeom's eyes shot open. he looked down at the boy in his arms.

"did i wake you up??"

"kinda, but it's okay. i like waking up to this."

dokyeom frowned, "no, go back to sleep. i'll shut up."

y/n took the male's hand in his own and gave it a reassuring kiss.

"kyeom, it's okay. i'm hungry now anyways."

dokyeom looked at him for a moment, as if debating his fault.

"alright, i'll see what i can make us for dinner."

"i barely have any food here right now," y/n warned. "unless you want cup noodles for dinner."

"tsk. remind me to go grocery shopping for you tomorrow."

y/n rolled his eyes, "i like cup noodles."

"cup noodles are not a meal."

y/n scowled at such a response.

"'ooh look at me, i'm dk, i'm too good for cup noodles,'" y/n teased, waving his hands around in a mocking tone.

dokyeom squinted at him with fake hatred, "you're lucky you're sick right now."

y/n stuck his tongue out and sunk into the covers of his bed. dokyeom shook his head at him before finally exiting the bedroom.

sure enough, all he could find in y/n's kitchen were cup noodles. he sighed. he wished they could just go out for dinner, but he didn't wanna risk getting anyone sick. he settled on ordering in some food instead.

eventually, y/n got bored by himself. he slowly got out of bed and trudged out of his bedroom. he followed the sound of the music coming from dokyeom's phone, leading him onto his large balcony.

"what're you doing, love?" y/n asked.

dokyeom looked up in surprise as he adjusted one of y/n's small tables on top of some blankets he'd put on the balcony's floor.

"since we can't go out, i thought we'd have dinner outside at least. a home date," he explained. "the fresh air will be good for you and it's so nice out tonight."

y/n couldn't stop a smile from growing on his lips.

"that sounds amazing. thank you."

dokyeom nodded and gave his cheek a light kiss. y/n could tell that the other was proud of himself. dokyeom would never admit it, but he loved hearing approval and praise - especially from y/n.

once their food arrived, dokyeom set everything out and made them drinks. the balcony was the prettiest y/n had ever seen it. with his fairy lights lit and the blankets and a couple pillows brought out, it looked all cozy and warm.

dokyeom set their chopsticks out as a finishing touch before they finally sat down together. it smelled amazing and neither could wait to start eating.

after taking his first bite, y/n hummed in satisfaction. he smiled and closed his eyes, savoring the flavor in his mouth. dokyeom gazed over at him. he was completely in love.

"how do you still manage to look so perfect even when you're sick?"

y/n opened his eyes again and now saw his partner's eyes on him. he couldn't help but blush a little.

"your eyes are broken."

dokyeom's brows furrowed. he leaned forward, over the table and close to y/n's lips.

"my eyes are fine." he gave y/n another kiss, longer and deeper this time, "my pretty boy."

y/n then watched him pull away and go back to his food. he knew his ears and cheeks were probably turning red, while dokyeom just picked up his chopsticks and went right back to eating as if nothing happened.

"how-" y/n didn't know what to say. dokyeom looked back up at him.

"hm?" he hummed. the fake cluelessness on his face made y/n send him a small death glare.

"oh i hate you, lee seokmin."

dokyeom laughed endearingly at the remark, then simply smiled at him.

"you love me, baby."

[kunikuyu]

A punishment...?

F. Toji x Male! Reader x F. Megumi (Separately)

Warning: Dub-con, partially dark content, everyone here is of legal age, dom!bottom! Reader with sub!top! Megumi. dom!top! Toji with sub!bottom! Reader. There is no incest. Toji is a bit of an... Asshole guy here. He clearly doesn't care about his son's feelings. Toji is mischaracterized.

Summary: It was Megumi's 19th birthday, and [Name], like the great boyfriend he is, decided to prepare a surprise for the guy he loves so much. He had been wanting to do this for so long, and now he can, because Toji, Megumi's father, wasn't there. Well, he was wrong.

It was at night, 10 p.m. to be specific. [Name] was having his perfect moment with his boyfriend. It was a romantic moment, and there was no better gift he could give to the boy he loved so much.

The bed creaked softly, soft cries could be heard, accompanied by whimpers of overstimulation. Megumi was on top of [Name], while the older boy gently caressed his thighs, trying to get Megumi to relax. The birthday boy's hands pressed against his boyfriend's chest to seek balance, while scratching gently. [Name]'s eyes couldn't even stay open for long, even though he wanted to enjoy the view in front of him, the sight of his boyfriend whimpering as he tries to ride him harder.

The house was completely silent, much to [Name]'s happiness, as that meant they were still alone. But not for long. He continued to encourage his boyfriend by squeezing his thigh and massaging his waist. [Name] had luck on his side today as Toji wasn't home and probably wouldn't be back anytime soon. It would be bad to fuck his son while he's at home, right?

But...

No one had noticed, because they were too busy with their business, and even if they hadn't been busy, they wouldn't have felt his presence... Two silent knocks on Megumi's bedroom door, which if they had been heard, could have prevented a lot of things.

The two look surprised at the figure standing in the bedroom door, they already knew who it was. They were caught without even having a chance to escape... They don't know what Toji's reaction will be. It must be shocking to see your son having sex with another guy, right?

"You" He points to Megumi, with a disdainful voice, but deep down, you can hear a tone of lust. "Get out of here now." The boy doesn't want to go out, leave his boyfriend looking like he's clearly going to make mincemeat of him? He's not that cowardly. But, [Name]'s hand squeezed his, showing that it was okay to leave him alone with Toji.

The boy stands up, eliciting a soft moan from [Name] as he feels his already overstimulated cock come out of Megumi. Both of their faces burned red, what an embarrassing situation. The reason they were both embarrassed was obvious, but [Name] was embarrassed for another reason... Anyway, Megumi puts on his black hoodie to cover his nakedness, and before leaving, he murmurs, already feeling more confident.

"Don't you dare hurt him. I'll never forgive you if you do that." But he only heard a laugh in response.

Less than a second after Megumi leaves the room, the door slams shut and is locked from the inside out. [Name] barely had time to put on some pants as Toji was already on top of him. What a situation, completely naked, pinned against the bed by his boyfriend's father, while he thinks he's going to get the biggest beating of his life. But he needed to confess, being beaten by a man like Toji didn't seem so bad... No, he couldn't think about something like that, he already has a boyfriend. Plus, Toji sure doesn't like him.

"I can understand why my son chose you." He says in a low voice, while gently licking the youngest's neck. The young man's eyes widen at this, he wasn't expecting it at all. Still, He was too incredulous and surprised to say anything. Toji's knee lightly rubbed against [Name]'s erection, eliciting sly moans from him.

"S-stop it, I'm your son's boyfriend, dude!" In return, he only receives a light slap on the face.

"If you really wanted me to stop, you would have started kicking yourself by now, don't you think?" That's all he says, before starting to take off the pants and underwear he was wearing. [Name] almost fainted when he saw the size of that guy, it was definitely much bigger than his, he definitely wouldn't fit inside.

And when [Name] thought about using lub... Well, Toji had already positioned himself there and was clearly not going to help the younger boy. Maybe this is punishment for fucking his son. To make matters worse, Toji left him in a very uncomfortable position, in a mating press.

"Nghh! Ah, ah~"

That was all Megumi could hear. He was worried, almost crying in despair because he had already understood what was happening. His father was actually able to do this to his boyfriend...? Right on his birthday... Everything was completely ruined by his father. He is burning with hatred, he can't even describe it in words. And unfortunately, he can't get in there, the door is locked and he wouldn't stand a chance against Toji.

Well, while Megumi was worried, [Name] didn't even know what to feel, he just knew he was on the verge of fainting. His dick just dripped drops of cum, as he had already climaxed several times. His mouth was leaking drool and his face was completely red. His lips were bitten and were constantly kissed. The only one who was perfectly fine was Toji, and he was the one who took advantage of the situation the most. And how could it not? A cute boy with this one in his hands, just being used as a cum dump. He didn't even care anymore if the young man was his son's boyfriend.

The bed seemed like it was going to break at any moment, and the neighbors were clearly going to complain about the noise, but it's okay, Toji will deal with it tomorrow. It's been a while since Toji has had to make do with cheap prostitutes, but now, he has the perfect person to satisfy him, and he's not going to let this opportunity pass him by anytime soon. His cock was quickly moving in and out of the boy, who no longer felt any pain, he just felt his prostate being crushed every time by Toji's disproportionate size.

It was already 3 p.m. when Toji finally decided to give [Name] a rest. Various positions were tested, and the bed was filled with the liquid they both gushed out as they reached their climax. The young man clearly won't be able to walk for quite some time.

The two kissed in a disorganized way, as [Name] barely had the strength to move his tongue. He moaned softly when he felt Toji's length come out of him, feeling an emptiness in his body. The older man just put on his coat and pants, a small smile on his mouth. Toji clearly doesn't regret doing it, he doesn't care and he would do it again.

He opens the door and goes into the living room, approaching his son. "You have good taste, congratulations.” He was clearly making fun of his own son after fucking his boyfriend for hours. He grabs his keys and leaves the house, without looking back, as if it were all a joke.

Megumi runs back to his room and locks the door so Toji can't come in anymore. He doesn't even bother to turn on the light, and just runs towards his boyfriend.

"...I'm sorry..."

He sits on top of his boyfriend to hug him. Megumi doesn't normally like hugs, but he wants to be comforted and he wants to comfort his boyfriend. [Name] hugs him back. He barely had the strength to speak, and even if he had, he wouldn't say anything, because he wouldn't have the courage to say he liked what happened, even though he was forced to do it at first.

[randomwelcomehomestuff]

Unfinished Business: a Welcome Home Corpse Puppet AU fanfiction

A/N: Just here to let you know that I'm not creative. Like, at all. This is a fanfic of a fanfic inspired by a fan-made AU of a completely unrelated work, but I couldn't get it out of my head so maybe now my brain will be at peace so I can work on my original story (or it will come up with fifty other fanfic ideas because that's more fun than editing).

Anyway, Welcome Home belongs to Clown/partycoffin, the Corpse Puppet AU belongs to @sketchquill, and the fanfic this is based on is a Corpse Bride/Nightmare Before Christmas crossover fic called The Undead Groom by moviefan_92 on Ao3.

Spoiler Alert for all of that media, plus a little for the novel The Pumpkin Queen just because there's a reference here and there, but not too much.

Also C/W: There's a lot of major character death in here.

I may add more to it later if inspiration strikes. Let me know in the comments if you are interested in that.

Okay, I'll shut up, now. Here's the fic.

The carriage jostled down the muddy dirt road. You wrung the handkerchief in your hands as you gazed out the window at the grey sky, occasionally distracted by the raindrops trailing down the glass. Try as you might, you just couldn't cry. You wanted to, but no tears would come.

At least the dreary weather was appropriate for a funeral.

Howdy was watching you. He wasn't one to judge his spouse's appearance, but he did decide that funeral black did not suit you particularly well. Not when he'd seen you in so many other bright, cheerful colors, when you had been happy. When you were like this—mourning—the sparkle in your eyes was gone. He thought you were beautiful when you were happy, somehow still hauntingly so when you were sad, but he would be lying if he said he didn't prefer seeing you smile or laugh.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “I know you and Eddie were close.”

You sighed. “I'll be fine. This isn't my first time dealing with grief.”

Yes, Howdy knew that all too well. The first several days of your marriage had been more awkward than they probably should have been for... obvious reasons. Any time he caught you staring despondently out the window, he knew deep down that you were thinking of Wally.

That didn't have a negative impact on your marriage, though. You were strong and optimistic, and Howdy shared many happy memories with you. You taught him how to play piano, and he in turn taught you how to garden. You even started a small orchard together. Howdy couldn't think of many more signs of a happy home than the smell of apple blossoms in the garden and hallways filled with the sounds of music and laughter. You were comfortable, and your fortunes were secure, (that was the most important thing to both of your parents, and neither of you could ask for much more than your parents' satisfaction).

Most of all, you and Howdy loved each other. Howdy had accepted long ago that yours was a love built off of friendship and mutual respect rather than romance, but it was enough for him, (considering what he grew up witnessing from his parents, he counted that as the greatest success of them all). You recently celebrated your copper anniversary, which baffled Howdy. How could seven years fly by so quickly? Thinking back on everything, he knew that he was completely satisfied with where his life was, as long as you were by his side and happy.

Which is why he hated to see you so sad. He wouldn't rush you through your grief, but he could at least help lighten the load. “Would you like to talk about it?” he asked.

You looked down at the handkerchief in your hands, wadded up beyond recognition, but still as dry as it was when Howdy handed it to you. You smoothed it out over your lap and stared at Howdy's initials embroidered in green in the corner.

Howdy watched you, patient. A deep rumble of thunder rolled through the sky outside.

“I just... hate how somber it was,” you said.

“Funerals typically are.”

“I know, but Eddie wouldn't have wanted that. He was so much more cheerful and... and colorful than that. He'd want people telling funny stories about him and celebrating his life, not... just standing in silence while the dirt is thrown over his casket.” Your shoulders stiffened. “I should have said something.” Now you could feel the tears building up, but they simply would not come. I should be crying. Why am I not crying?

Howdy leaned forward and took your hand, and you finally looked into his eyes. He was smiling. “He's in a better place, now.”

You smiled at that. Seven years ago, those words would have felt like a hollow attempt at consolation, but now they were a real comfort. Howdy was there when the dead came up to the Land of the Living. He witnessed Eddie and Frank briefly reunite. Now they would never be separated again, and he knew it as well as you did.

Perhaps that was why you couldn't cry: you knew that good things were waiting for Eddie on the other side.

The tears finally spilled over and rolled down your cheeks, but they were not tears of sorrow. You were happy.

Howdy used two of his free hands to cup your face. His smile was soft and understanding as he thumbed away your tears. You stood and shifted over to the seat across from you so you could sit beside him, and his four arms wrapped you up into a tight hug. He pressed a kiss into the top of your head, like he had so many times before. “Everything will be alright,” he whispered.

“I know,” you mumbled into his shoulder.

Lightning flashed outside, followed by a loud clap of thunder. You gripped at Howdy's coat as he leaned forward to look out the window. “That storm is getting much worse.”

“Should we stop somewhere?” you asked.

He nodded. “Most likely.” He reached up to knock on the ceiling of the coach. “Johnson? How are the roads looking?” he called.

Johnson, the driver, shouted something back to Howdy, but his voice was drowned out by a deafening crash. A blinding white light flooded the carriage and the horses whinnied outside in terror. You tried to lean forward to look out the window, but the horses bolted and the momentum sent you crashing to the floor of the coach. You could hear Johnson yelling. Howdy grabbed your arm and tried to haul you back into the seat, but when you looked out the window, what you saw made you freeze.

Lightning had struck a nearby tree. It was on fire. Johnson seemed to have lost the reins, because you could see them flapping in the wind by the window. Howdy was calling your name. Johnson was screaming at the horses to stop.

The carriage was passing the flaming tree right as it started to crackle and groan.

You jumped back into the seat and grabbed Howdy. One of his hands grasped the back of your head and his body tensed around you as if he was bracing himself.

It only took a few seconds—three at most—but it felt like an eternity.

Wood splintered around you as the carriage shattered. A heavy weight came down on you and Howdy, and for a brief, macabre moment, you were amazed by how fragile your bodies really were.

Then everything went black.

There was nothing but darkness for a long time. You tried to move, tried to call out for Howdy, but nothing happened. You were just... nothing.

That thought scared you. There was so much more than that. Light. Color. Noises and smells. Life. You couldn't be nothing, that just wasn't possible. You had memories and goals. You had a spouse and a family. You had an estate to attend to you. You couldn't just... not be.

Panic twisted your stomach into knots, clawed its way up your throat, and came out of your mouth as a scream: “Help! Help me!”

“Alright, alright! Calm down!”

You stopped. That voice sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite put your finger on who it was.

Then you heard another, timid voice. “Is it always like this?”

That one you did recognize, because you had just heard it a few days ago. It was Eddie. Your instinct was to gasp, but you couldn't. I can't breathe. Oh, God, I can't breathe.

The first voice spoke again: “Often, yes. It all depends on the person and how at peace they are.”

There was a shuffling nearby. It was odd, despite the panic coursing through you, your body was strangely... calm. You expected your heart to be thumping fast and heavy in your ears and for your palms to be sweaty, but there was nothing.

The space above you shifted with a low creak and light stabbed your eyes. You flinched, blinked, then stared at the two faces above you blurring into focus.

Eddie and Frank were leaned over, looking down at you. They both offered you sad, soft smiles.

Your neck was stiff as you looked around. Your were laying in some sort of bed. It wasn't comfortable; even though it was all silk, there was no cushion, and the pillow at your head was much too small. Your mind was sluggish like you had just woken from a long nap. You had to blink several times and crane your neck to the left before you realized that Frank was holding open a lid.

You were in a casket.

Your tongue felt like cement in your mouth as you stammered, “Am... am I d-dead?”

Eddie gave you a pitying look. “Oh, Y/N.”

“Come on,” Frank said, “the sooner you get on your feet, the better you'll feel.” He and Eddie grabbed you under your arms and hoisted you out of the casket, which was sitting on a table. They helped you find your footing and Frank instructed you through some stretches to shake off the rigor mortis. You took a moment to look around.

You were in a sort of cavern, full of other caskets sitting on tables. Some looked new, others old and decayed.

“Where are we?” you asked.

“The Land of the Dead. Specifically, an offshoot of our village, just below the graveyard where you were buried,” Frank said.

You felt dizzy. “So... the crash... I didn't make it.”

Eddie put his hand on your shoulder. “No one made it except the driver. When the tree fell, he got thrown off, but he survived. Poor man blames himself for what happened. Thinks he should have kept better hold of the reins or suggested you leave sooner to avoid the storm.” He squeezed your shoulder. “They say you and Howdy died in each other's arms.”

“Howdy...” Your stomach was churning and you wondered if you could still get sick even if you were dead.

Eddie nodded. “Frank had to break a couple of rules, but we went to the Land of the Living to see your funeral—”

“From a safe distance, of course,” Frank interrupted.

“Of course. Your parents spared no expense. They got you a big, beautiful gravestone and there were flowers everywhere. You and Howdy were buried next to each other in the outfits you got married in.”

You glanced down at yourself for the first time and realized he was right, you were wearing the outfit your mother had picked out for your wedding, complete with your wedding band on your left hand.

Not only that, but you were also wearing the other wedding band on your right hand. Wally's wedding band. It was the same ring Wally had worn all those years ago, after you had practiced your vows in the woods. You ended up keeping it for myself since Howdy's mother insisted that you purchase new rings for your next attempt at getting married, (”I'll have no cursed rings at this ceremony,” she said). You could never bring yourself to get rid of it, though, and eventually fell into the habit of wearing it on your right hand while you wore your actual wedding ring on your left.

You were surprised that you had been buried with it, considering everything. Perhaps your family decided that since you wore it all the time, it held sentimental value to you and you'd want to keep it. Or, you shuddered to consider this, your hands were too swollen to get it off.

You shook those thoughts away and looked back to Eddie. “Where is Howdy?” you asked. “If he was buried next to me, shouldn't he be here?”

Frank and Eddie exchanged a glance. “We aren't sure where he is,” Eddie said.

“We've been keeping an eye out for him, but we think he's gone to the upstairs,” Frank added.

“The upstairs?”

“Heaven, Paradise, Nirvana, whatever you call it. You can go to whatever version of the afterlife you choose once you pass on. Unless you're someone like Julie.” They frowned. “Someone like that who has caused suffering for others doesn't get a choice. She's downstairs.”

“So, if there's an upstairs and a downstairs, where are we? The ground floor?”

Frank's mouth twitched into a smile. “Something like that. The people who end up here usually either can't make up their mind where they want to go or have unfinished business. You could join Howdy upstairs, if you wanted.”

You considered this, but the idea made your head spin. Where exactly did Howdy go, and how would you go about joining him?

Frank nodded to a nearby hallway. “We can talk more about this, later. Come on, the others are waiting to see you.”

The others. You perked up a bit remembering them. Sally, Poppy, Barnaby, even your old dog, Scraps. You followed Frank out of the cavern, and Eddie fell into step beside you, whistling a cheery tune as you walked.

The bells were already ringing by the time you reached the village, and as you got closer to the old tavern you could hear a chorus of voices all calling out, “New arrival! New arrival!”

Eddie chuckled beside you. “Poppy is up to her ears in cooking. They just had a Welcome Feast for me the other day.”

You tried to swallow, but your mouth was too dry. God, Eddie's, funeral was just the other day, and now here you were. You weren't sure if you could take part in any kind of feast; your mind was still reeling from everything that had happened.

You entered the tavern and were immediately greeted by Sally, the tragic Shakespearean actor, who gripped your hand and was roughly shaking it as soon as you stepped through the door. “Well, it's about time you showed up!” she said.

“Easy, Sally. Y/N is still adjusting,” Frank said as they came in beside you.

“Yeah, yeah,” Sally said as she tugged you across the room and sat you down at a bar. “So how'd it happen?”

You cleared your throat. “Um. A carriage accident.”

She whistled. “Wow, that's a rough way to go. Do you remember any of it?”

“Not really. I got knocked out pretty quickly.”

There was a loud thud beside you as a familiar, tall blue dog plopped down in the seat on your other side. “Welp, that's good at least,” Barnaby said as he handed you a frothing mug of beer.

“Sure is. Not remembering violent deaths makes the transition a little easier.”

Barnaby leaned over, his eyeball rolling into his right socket, and peered at you. “And judging by all the schmutz on your face, I'm guessing it wasn't a pretty sight.”

“Schmutz?” You gently touched your face and realized that you had a very thick layer of makeup on.

“Oh yeah! We need to get that off you right away. It looks awful.” Sally stood up and cupped her hands around her mouth. “Poppyyyyyy! I need a mirrooooooooor!”

“One moment, please!” a high-pitched, crow-like voice squawked from the kitchen. “Goodness me, I'm going to start molting again from all these feasts.” Poppy walked into the space behind the bar, wiping her wings on her apron, and she looked up at you. “Oh, my dear Y/N. I heard the rumors, but I didn't know if they were true. I'm so sorry.”

You couldn't help but smile at Poppy, remembering the way she comforted you when you first came here and were scared out of your wits. “I'm fine. It's good to see you again.”

She smiled back at you before digging through her apron pocket. “Let's see, I think I have a mirror in here, somewhere. Ah!” She withdrew a tiny hand mirror and handed it to you. “Please don't be insulted, but whoever did your funeral makeup certainly did you a disservice.”

You looked into the mirror and blanched when you realized that they were right. The makeup didn't match your skin tone and made you look horribly discolored, and they seemed to try and make up for that by applying huge splotches of rouge to your cheeks and lips. You grimaced at your reflection.

“Uh huh. Here,” Sally said while handing you a rag.

You went to work cleaning up your face and neck, scrubbing the makeup away. You froze when you glanced at your reflection again and noticed just how much you had changed. Your skin had taken on a bluish tint, and you had massive stitches across your neck and down your right temple. You gently prodded at your temple and flinched when a fraction of your skull shifted under your touch. No, the accident wasn't pretty at all.

Sally noticed this and took the rag and mirror from you. “Here, I'll finish,” she said.

“You'll get used to it,” Barnaby said as Sally got to work. “Imagine how Poppy was when she first got here and saw that half of her face was missing.”

Sally finished and nodded with satisfaction. “There. Now you look like one of us!”

“The stitches are a nice touch, too. Makes you look like a pirate,” Barnaby said.

Sally gasped. “Oooo. We could do a production of The Pirates of Penzance! Are you a good singer?”

“Me? Well, uh—”

Barnaby laughed then stood up. “Care if I go ahead and audition?” He started singing “I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General” before anyone could protest, going out of his way to use a silly voice and make larger-than-life funny gestures.

Eddie took Barnaby's seat beside you and helped himself to the drink that Poppy put down in front of him. “So, what do you think you're going to do now?”

You pondered this for a moment. “I'm not sure. What can I do?”

“Whatever you want, really. You could move on to another afterlife upstairs, or you could stay here. Take care of whatever unfinished business you have.”

You shrugged. “I guess that's why I'm here, huh? I just can't make up my mind?”

Poppy leaned against the bar and giggled. “Oh, no. I think you do have unfinished business.”

You tilted your head. “What?”

Sally's attention was brought back to you and she propped her elbows on the bar, giving you a sly smile. “Oh, yeah. And I bet we all know what it is.”

“I'm confused,” you said.

“Oh, come on. Do we really need to spell it out for you?” she said with a groan. “How about the guy you almost drank poison for?”

Your eyes widened. “Wally?”

Sally and Poppy both nodded. Barnaby gave up on his performance when he realized no one was watching him juggle three empty beer mugs and approached you again. “Sounds about right,” he said.

“But that's not possible. Wally, he... he's gone. I saw him disappear.”

Frank approached you from behind and placed their hand on your shoulder. “He's not gone. Souls don't just disappear like that.”

“Yeah, and he visited us a couple of weeks ago,” Barnaby added.

You felt something deep within you—your heart, maybe? even though it wasn't beating anymore?—jump up at the revelation. “Where is he? Upstairs?”

“Nah, I think Poppy would have let us know if he was living in the attic.” Barnaby laughed when Frank gave him a sharp glare.

“Not precisely. Last I heard, he's residing in another in-between kind of place. It's a little bit harder to get there since it's separate from our world, but he's figured it out well enough that he still visits us from time to time,” Frank said.

Your throat clenched like a fist and your eyes were stinging. You pressed your hands against your mouth and sniffled.

Poppy grinned. “I knew it.”

“Please. We all knew it,” Sally said.

“How do I find him?” you said.

Frank put a hand to his chin. “Well, he told me that there are a couple of ways to get there, but for most of them you have to know what you're looking for. I haven't been able to go there, myself, so I won't be very much help, there.” They tapped his jaw and hummed a bit in thought. “I suppose I could give you the spell I gave Wally before. It's a bit of a gamble, but I'm sure it won't be much of a problem for you. It's a spell to help you find your heart's desire. I gave it to him when he first got here in case he ever changed his mind about that unfinished business of his, and he kept it with him for years. Didn't use it until that day in the Land of the Living.”

You remembered that moment vividly, when you watched as Wally's body dissolved into hundreds of blue and grey butterflies. “That was a spell? I thought he was gone.”

Frank shook his head. “I think once he decided that he was satisfied, he needed something to help him move on. He's happy where he is now, if not a little lonely.”

You hugged yourself. You had never considered the possibility of seeing Wally again, and now that you were told that it was possible, your heart seemed to sing at the idea. But something was holding you back.

“What about Howdy?”

Frank sighed. “I can't help you with that. I'm afraid that's a decision you'll have to make on your own.”

“If it makes you feel any better,” Eddie said, “you're not limited to one place. You can visit each afterlife whenever you want. I visited my parents in the upstairs the other day, but I'm staying here to be with Frank.” As he said this, he took Frank's hand and gave them a sweet smile. “So, uh, if you want to see Howdy again, you can. But you don't have to stay anywhere. You're free to do what you want.”

That seemed to loosen some of the tension in your chest. You took a deep breath and let your heart take over. “Okay. How do I use that spell?”

Frank smiled. “We'll need to get some things out of my office.”

You stood and followed Frank out the door. Sally whooped behind you, “Woo hoo! Lover boy's getting his partner back!”

“We'll have that Welcome Feast another time, alright?” Poppy called.

Barnaby just hummed to himself, considering adding another verse to “Remains of the Day” so that the story would have a happy ending, after all. Then again, he'd probably have to sacrifice the catchy instrumental part in the middle so the song wasn't too long, and he wasn't willing to do that.

You and Eddie stood in silence as you watched Frank dig through his various supplies. He scrutinized their spell book as he carefully measured and combined the ingredients. When they were finished, he handed you a small capsule the size of a marble.

“This is it?” you asked.

He nodded. “It looks unassuming, but it is a very powerful spell. All you have to do is crush it in your hand and you'll be sent to wherever your heart's desire is. Though, you may need to try and focus on one thing, or else you may get sent to the wrong place.”

“But don't worry. If you get lost, just find a graveyard and enter a crypt to go underground, and you'll find a village associated with that grave yard. You should be able to find your way back from there,” Eddie said.

You nodded, staring at the capsule in the palm of your hand.

Without warning, Eddie pulled you into a hug. “Take care of yourself, okay, bud? And you'd better visit us all the time, or I'll come find you, myself.”

You smiled and leaned into his hug. “I will. I promise.”

Frank sniffed and cleared their throat, trying to hide the fact that you reminded him of themselves when he was young and fell in love with Eddie for the first time. “Alright, go on before Eddie decides to make you stay here.”

You turned to Frank and gave him a hug, too. “Thank you,” you whispered.

They awkwardly patted your back. “Of course.” He led you out to his balcony that overlooked the village. “I will warn you, it may be a bit of a bumpy ride.”

You walked to the edge of the balcony, looked back over your shoulder at them as Eddie put his arm around Frank. You took a deep breath—just out of habit at this point, and it was an odd sensation to feel your lungs stretch for the first time in a while—then turned your face up. You closed your eyes and pictured Wally, wherever he was, then you squeezed your right hand until the capsule burst and a fine powder spilled out between your fingers.

Nothing happened, at first. You opened your eyes again and looked down, wondering if you'd done something wrong.

But then you felt another strange sensation: an unraveling, like your body was falling away from you. A gust of wind swirled around you, your feet and the tips of your fingers tingled, and your body transformed into hundreds of butterflies.

Just like Wally.

Normally, you would have been frightened. You weren't. Your heart jumped up in your throat with excitement. You almost laughed, but your face and mouth had been transformed by then.

You were jumbling, fluttering, riding on the wind current, spread out in a great cloud of delicate wings. You tumbled through the air, trying and failing to grasp what was happening and where you were going. The world flew past you in a blur. You felt free.

You jolted when your feet suddenly met solid ground. You blinked, held your hands out in front of you and found them whole again.

You were in a circular clearing in the middle of a grove of trees. You spun around in a circle, taking in your surroundings. The trees were all tall and dark, and each tree on the edge of this clearing had a door carved into it. A four-leaf clover, a big red heart, a Christmas tree? An Easter egg? These were all symbols associated with holidays.

“Oh!” a quiet voice sounded behind you. You turned to face them and stared, slack-jawed, at the person who met you. She was a tall, slender woman standing at the edge of the grove. Her skin was made of a blue fabric and she had long, red hair and wore a colorful, patchwork dress. A small basked was hanging from the crook of her arm, stuffed with sprigs of lavender. Her round, glassy, babydoll eyes blinked at you. She smiled and dipped her head down. “I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting to find anyone else here.”

You struggled to find your words as you were still wrapping your head around the concept that a giant rag doll was talking to you. This was all a lot for you to take in one day. You coughed and said, “No, I'm sorry. I'm just... looking for someone.”

The woman tilted her head. “Is that so? Who are you looking for?”

“A man named Wally Darling. He's a...” You hesitated, unsure how foreign this would be to her.

But she finished the sentence for you. “A corpse? Like you?”

You smiled bashfully. “Yes.”

The woman grinned even bigger. “Then it's a good thing I found you. He's from the same town as me.”

That jolt of excitement shot through you again. It seemed like the spell that Frank made for you worked like a charm. “Really? Can you take me there?”

“Of course.” She walked up to you, her stride small and with a noticeable limp, thought she didn't seem to be in pain. She held out her hand. “My name is Sally, by the way,” she said.

Another Sally, you thought. You shook her hand and introduced yourself. She nodded, then motioned to the side toward a tree with a door shaped like a jack-o-lantern in it. “We'll be heading to Halloween Town. This is the fastest way there,” she continued. She limped to the tree, turned the knob that was disguised as the jack-o-lantern's nose, and the door swung outward. You cautiously approached it and looked down into the hollow tree. There was nothing but darkness, and the door opened to a steep drop-off that you couldn't see the bottom of.

“I find it easiest to just close my eyes and jump,” she said. “I know it can be a bit intimidating sometimes, but I promise, it's perfectly safe. My husband and I come through here all the time.”

You swallowed, grabbed hold of the doorway, and shut your eyes. A gentle breeze blew through, carrying the comforting scent of fallen leaves and caramel apples. A smile crept onto your face, and you pulled yourself through the doorway and jumped.

There was only a second of free fall before you landed smartly on your rear end in a giant pile of leaves. You grunted and clambered to your feet.

Sally appeared beside you. “Are you alright? That happens a lot for first-timers.”

You straightened up and said, “Yeah, I'm fine. Not like I can get much worse.”

She giggled at that and motioned for you to follow her. You walked together down a dirt path that cut through the woods and she asked you about where you came from and how you got here. She was a good listener as you told her everything.

“How do you know Wally?” she asked.

“We, um...” Your face heated up and you found yourself fiddling with the band on your right hand. “It's a long story. Let's just say we're... old friends.”

“I see,” she said with a knowing look that made you blush more. But then she looked forward and said, “Here we are.”

You both crested a hill and looked down on an archway with “Halloween Town” spelled out in black, iron letters. A large town bustled with activity down below. The architecture was conflictingly made of a combination of twisting, curving lines and jagged, sharp angles, and the citizens seemed to enjoy and monochrome color palette with occasional splashes of bright color. You followed Sally down the path and entered the town.

You had to keep yourself from gawking when you saw the first couple of citizens gathered in the town square: a wolf man dressed in tattered flannel chatting with a bulking man dressed in overalls with an axe stuck in his head. They both gawked at you, though, when you came into a view.

“Look! Queen Sally has brought in someone new!” the wolf man exclaimed with a gravelly voice.

You glanced at her. “Queen Sally?”

She blushed. “Ah, yes, I didn't mention that. I'm the Pumpkin Queen.”

“Oh!” You fumbled and started to bow, but Sally stopped you.

“Please, don't. That's exactly why I don't go around announcing that to everyone. Just treat me like you would anyone else.”

You nodded. “Sorry.”

“And don't apologize, either.” She hooked her arm around yours and said, “Now, let's go find Wally.”

She led you away, but not before you noticed that a trio of women, (witches, you guessed, based on their clothes and pointed hats) had gathered around the wolf man and were whispering conspiratorially.

You hadn't gone far before you stumbled upon two more citizens: a man wearing a long trench coat and tall, thin top hat, and an even taller, thin, and gangly skeleton dressed in a pin-stripped suit with tails on his coat and a bat bowtie. They were both leaned over something on a table.

Sally perked up a bit beside you. “Oh, that's my husband over there. He may know where Wally is.” She waved her free hand and called, “Jack! Jack!”

The skeleton looked up and his face split into a wide, toothy grin. “Sally! Perfect timing! Mr. Hyde and I were just testing out his newest creation. Would you care to see?”

She nodded and walked to the table, where Jack presented her with a large, orange bowl of candy with a small sign taped to the front that read “Just Take One.”

“A seemingly normal bowl, yes? Perfectly welcoming to trick-or-treaters.”

“Of course,” she agreed.

“Go and take a piece. Just one.”

Sally did as he said a delicately picked up a wrapped piece of butterscotch. She waited a moment, then raised a brow at him. “Is that all?”

“Precisely, because you were good and only took one. Now, pretend you are a greedy trick-or-treater and try to grab a handful.”

Sally nodded and drove her hand into the bowl, grabbing a large handful of candy, when a ghostly hand jumped from within the depths of the bowl and grabbed her wrist. She gasped, startled, then laughed. “What fun!”

Jack clapped Mr. Hyde on the back. “You see? A brilliant idea! I knew you were an excellent choice for the knew town scientist. Well done!”

Mr Hyde chuckled, pleased with himself. “You flatter me, Jack.”

Sally gently tugged at Jack's arm and whispered to him. He looked at you and his eyes lit up. “Oh, my apologies! I was so caught up in my work, I hadn't noticed you there.” He swept into a low bow. “Jack Skellington, Pumpkin King and Co-Representative of Halloween.” He stood upright and draped an arm over Sally's shoulder. “And you've already met my wife and partner, Sally.” He looked you up and down, then beamed. “We don't get very many new faces, but you seem like you'll fit right in, here.”

You cleared your throat and said, “Actually, Mr. uh, Skellington—”

“Please, Jack is fine.”

“Jack,” you corrected, “I'm actually looking for someone. Wally Darling?”

He raised a brow and glanced at Sally, who only smiled up at him. “Your name wouldn't happen to be Y/N, would it?”

Your eyes widened. “Yes. Why?”

“He talks about you all the time. Oh, he'll be over the moon when he sees you!”

You could have sworn that your heart thudded hearing that, but that couldn't have been possible, could it?

Jack tilted his head and hummed. “I just saw him a moment ago. I may know where he is. Follow me!” He let go of Sally and strode away. You glanced at Sally and she nodded to you, urging you forward, then you jogged to follow the skeleton.

Jack led the way down a twisting cobblestone path that led out of the town and into farmland that mostly consisted of pumpkins. He led you through a graveyard and up a steep hill, and his long strides took him up the hill faster than you could keep up with. You couldn't run out of breath, anymore, but that didn't stop your muscles from aching as you hiked after him. As you reached the top of the hill, you could see another hill in the distance that made the shape of a spiral. As you took in the view, your gaze wandered from the massive spiral and down to the bottom where another there was another pumpkin patch.

You froze when you saw him. There was no mistaking him with his blue, patchwork skin and signature hair style. He wasn't wearing the wedding tuxedo anymore; now he donned a simple white shirt and blue striped pants. He was seated at a stool in the middle of the pumpkin patch with an easel in front of him, hard at work on a painting. You would have gasped if you still had breath, and your body moved before you completely comprehended what you were seeing.

Wally.

As you came closer, you could see that he was recreating the view of the spiral hill on his painting. His back was to you, and he hummed quietly as he worked, so deep in thought that he didn't notice you and Jack approaching until Jack called his name.

“Wally! I thought we'd find you here.” Jack leaned over Wally's shoulder and looked at the painting. “Ah, is this my commission? It's coming along swimmingly.”

All you saw was Wally's side profile as he smiled up at Jack. “Thank you. I'm just touching up a few details, right now. It should be finished in a day or so, when it dries.”

“It will be a wonderful anniversary gift. Sally will love it!”

Wally turned back to his painting, and Jack glanced at you like he'd just remembered you were there. “Actually, Wally, I needed to speak to you.”

“Hm?”

“It seems,” Jack said, putting his hand on Wally's shoulder, “that someone is here to see you.”

Wally gave Jack a confused look, then turned.

His eyes widened, and the paintbrush fell from his limp fingers.

Neither of you moved. His eyes trailed up and down your body. He stood, took a few hesitant steps forward, and said, “Y/N?”

You smiled. “Hello, Wally,” you said.

Jack was beaming.

Wally blinked, then shook his head. “I'm dreaming.”

You almost laughed. Your hands were shaking. “No, you're not.”

“I am. You... you can't be here. It's not possible.”

“Wally...”

“I'm going to open my eyes, and you'll be gone.”

You approached him, took his hand, and pressed it against your face. His eyes dilated and his mouth fell open.

“I'm here,” you whispered.

He studied your face, and his fingers trailed down your jaw and to your neck, where they found the stitches. He glanced at them, and his mouth opened wider. “Oh...” His other hand found your neck and he gently traced the stitches. He gently turned your head from side to side as he looked you over like he was just noticing the bluish tint your skin had taken, and his gaze fell on the stitches on your temple. “What happened?”

“A carriage accident.”

He covered his mouth. “Oh, no...”

You took his hand again. “It's alright. I don't remember anything.”

You noticed tears forming at the corners of his eyes. “I'm so sorry.”

You cupped his cheek. “Don't be. I'm alright.”

Jack coughed. “I believe you two will be wanting some time alone?” He leaned down and whispered to Wally, “I recommend the top of Spiral Hill. Very romantic spot.” He winked, and Wally started to blush.

“Thank you,” he mumbled before he gripped your hand tightly and led you toward Spiral Hill. You trudged to the top together, hand in hand, and you looked out over the view of the graveyard and pumpkin patch, grey and black with dots of orange.

Wally turned to you and took a tight hold of both your hands. “Tell me everything.”

You didn't speak, because with him holding your hands I noticed something for the first time. When you had met before, when you were still alive, whenever he touched you his skin was always freezing cold. Now it wasn't. You realized it was because we were the same temperature. It made you want to hold him closer.

“I already told you, I was in a carriage accident.”

“No, no. I mean... tell me about your life. What happened after I left?”

“You want me to tell you all of that? Right now?”

He nodded. “We have all the time in the world, now.”

You grinned, and then you did just that. You told him about your marriage to Howdy, the relationship you had formed, the good and bad times, and you told him that during those seven years, you never forgot him. You were afraid that he would be upset or sad when you told him about your marriage, but he seemed to be the contrary.

“I'm glad,” he said. “I was hoping I was making the right decision. It's good to know that you lived a good life after I was gone, even if... even if it was a short one.”

He had looked away, and you gently cupped his cheek so that he would look at you. “The others in the Land of the Dead said that the reason I stayed behind was likely because I had unfinished business. At first, I didn't know what they were talking about, but I think I do, now.” Despite building up to that, you suddenly became bashful and couldn't quite find the words.

Wally touched your hand on his face and leaned into it. “You were looking for me?”

You nodded. “The thing is... I missed y—”

He interrupted you by pressing his lips to yours.

He had only ever kissed you once before, that night on the bridge. You weren't sure if that even counted since you fainted when he did. You remembered being terrified back then, your stomach swirling and your heart thumping so hard and fast you thought you were about to have a heart attack. You remembered how cold his lips were, and how dizzy you were from the fear.

This was different. Obviously, you weren't afraid, now, but it was more than that. It was rushed and passionate, not the formal seal of the vows that Wally had done before. And it was warm. You still felt dizzy, though.

When he pulled away, you stared into each other's eyes for a moment, then you took his shoulders and pulled him back to you for another kiss. Your hand went to the back of his head and your fingers tangled into his soft hair. His hands trailed up and down your back. You gripped each other as if the second one of you let go, you'd be lost forever. You finally pulled away again when you heard the sound of an applause in the distance.

At the top of one of the nearby hills, a small crowd of monsters and ghouls had formed, and they were whooping and cheering. Jack and Sally stood at the center of the crowd, smiling up at you as Sally leaned into Jack's shoulder.

“So much for alone time,” you muttered. You turned back to Wally to see him beaming up at you. His eyes sparkled.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up into a twirl. You yelped in surprise and gripped his shoulders. He laughed heartily as he set you back down, then he leaned his forehead into yours, and for a moment you simply relished in each other's company.

“Thank you,” he said. “I've missed you, too. I know that I was selfish before, but I really am glad that you came to find me.”

You were surprised to feel your heart melting a bit when he said that—it seemed that even if your heart didn't beat anymore, it was still capable of swelling and melting with emotion.

The ring on your right hand glinted in the moonlight. A knot formed in your throat. “I think... I think I know what my unfinished business is, now.”

Wally tilted his head, curious.

You took the ring off your finger and held it up to him. “I want to try again. Properly, this time. Nothing in our way, and no interruptions. I want to give you the wedding you deserve.”

Wally's eyes widened a bit, then he chuckled and shook his head. “It was never just about the wedding, you know. I wanted true love. A happy ending.”

“Exactly,” you said. “I want to give you that. A big, beautiful ceremony to celebrate true love, and a real happily ever after.” You cleared your throat, suddenly nervous. “If you'd like that, I mean.”

He broke into a wide smile. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

You nodded. “Yes. Will you marry me? Again?”

He laughed again and pulled you into a hug. “Yes. If you will have me.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into the hug. “Of course I will.”

You finally pulled apart once again to slip the band on Wally's finger, right where it belonged.

A/N: Yes, I already know I'm cringe. Don't look at me.

[byslantedlight]

Hello OFMD Tumblr thingie, and all the amazing people who are out there, and especially the ones who've been making all the posts that have made me so happy over the last few months. 💖💖💖 First and most importantly, thank you, thank you, thank you, to anyone who sees this!

This is my first post to Tumblr (probably pretty obvious from my huge lack of Tumblr sophistication! And the length of this post...) If you don't count reblogging things that I wanted to be able to find again. I've braved up to comment thank you to people a couple of times, but that's been it so far. I must admit it all looks a bit scary from this side of the glass, even though I can also see how friendly people mostly are.

But OFMD fandom is big! And you've been here a long time! I loved Series 1 when I watched it, and knew I wanted to watch out for Series 2, but it wasn't until I re-watched it when the Series 2 trailer came out on BBC iPlayer that I fell veeeery in love with it! And by then you were already here, and there was a language and debates about things I'd barely even noticed, and it's mostly me staring with big eyes thinking wow, and sometimes huh? and... well, you know. Plus there's trying to work out Tumblr, which I definitely haven't actually managed to do yet, and possibly never will, so... I decided to just jump in and post summat. Even just rambling, which is a bit of a specialty of mine... I mean - what's the worst that can happen, right? 😬

So... how come now? Well, I can't make art or gorgeous screenshots or gifs. I do write, but I'm still hanging out to get the right voices in my keyboard... I know them when I hear them, but you've gotta get the right rhythm going, and I'm not quite there yet, I don't think. Although really, I should probably just sit down and try (and stop waiting for work to shut up and give me time - I should be a pirate and take it!)

Anyway (told you about the rambling...) what I'm mostly doing apart from rewatching the eps on a constant loop is reading the fic. I'm picking it according to kudos on AO3, and according to recs that I see on Tumblr, and it's occured to me that alot of the stories I'm loving must have been recced looong ago, and that newbies like me totally missed them, and so maybe I could do my own recs, even if they are of older stories, and someone might find them useful. You know, if I work out how anyone else might ever see my posts. 😁 And if people aren't put off by my probably age-revealing use of emojis. (But I am entirely age-appropriate for Ed and Stede, and if I had to look up what zaddy meant too, well, that just means I matched Rhys Darby's expression in the bts, right? 🤨)

So it's not much, but I'd like to contribute even just a tiny bit to OFMD fandom in return for everything it gives me, so... yeah. That's my plan. I'll start in a bit, but this post is probably already too long since it's just rambling. And kind of dull. I should probably have said tl:dr at the top, shouldn't I, but then maybe anyone who actually saw this wouldn't, so... See, I kind of live in hope. 😊

Okay. Tags next, right? ... ack ... why won't it let me create new tags instead of just using ones from the drop down...? Well, those will have to do for now... maybe someone who sees this will have mercy and tell me how? I'll just be over here being a slight failure at Tumblr... And if you've made it this far (how long is an acceptable post over here?! Not this long, I don't think...) - thank you hugely for just that, and may your dreams be OFMD and joyous!

[elysia-nsimp]

Well. Saw this blog and I've grown curious about it. Saw requests are open and also you haven't writen anything for Savanaclaw and other dorms so... Yeah I'll shoot my shot. Can you do jealousy headcanons? (Mainly for Leona but Malleus,Vil and Azul too if you're okay doing multiple characters in one post). Just y'know the bois feeling someone is becoming too touchy or getting too close to their S/O (even if said S/O wouldn't change them for anyone else obviously). Okay thank you,have a lovely day <3

Hi!! I just got around to actually working on the few requests in my inbox, so thanks for your patience Anon ^^

I’m nervous about my ability to write Leona, but I’ll do my best !!!

Contents: lack of COMMUNICATION (Azul, Leona, Malleus), insecurity (Azul), possessiveness (Malleus), reader’s gender or pronouns are never mentioned.

Leona

Initially, Leona would start shutting himself off from you.

Suddenly, he’s way more distant and guarded when you’re around.

If you don’t talk to him about it first, and whoever he’s jealous of gets closer to you, that’s when he jumps back in

NOW he’s trying to prove that he’s BETTER than whoever he’s jealous of via leaning against you, buying you things, draping his clothes over you, etc etc.

He WILL NOT communicate his feelings I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to pry it out of him

Good luck 👍

Thanks @thesunshineriptide for basically doing this one for me I got. very stuck

Azul

For the most part, Azul would act unfazed by someone getting too close to you… at least, on the outside.

Inside? He’s both a mix of angry (at them, not you. Never at you.) and worried he’ll lose you.

Even if you don’t notice it, the twins certainly do.

They know him REALLY well, so they see right through that disguise.

If you don’t notice, the twins will probably hint at it until you catch on.

Either way, once you approach Azul about the situation, he seems… panicked? Like, he will deny feeling jealous for a few minutes.

When he stops denying it, it’s clear he’s holding back tears, not wanting to seem like a fool in front of you.

You assure him you love him, you wouldn’t trade him for the world, and if he’s ever feeling insecure, to please talk to you so you can assure him again.

He REALLY appreciates this, more than he can put into words.

He apologies for his silly concerns, to which you tell him that having worries isn’t silly of him. If it’s bothering him, he should be able to feel safe enough to talk about it.

If it ever happens again, Azul is gonna do his best to talk to you, rather than bottling it up.

Vil

Vil is extremely confident in how much you love him. He wouldn’t be dating you otherwise!

However, sometimes concerns still arise… like now!

He takes notices to how close you are to a friend of yours, and suddenly the worry that maybe he’s not affectionate enough with you crosses his mind.

He’s also a tad jealous that they get your affection and he doesn’t. At least, in that very moment.

It doesn’t take long before he approaches you during your down time, asking if he could tell you something.

He takes your hands in his, admitting he’s just a liiittle jealous of your friend, and asks if there’s something missing in your relationship with him.

You tell him you love him just the way he is, and he doesn’t need to change. You assure him you’re just friends with the person he saw you with, and they’re just a hugger.

He’s relieved at this and offers you a kiss, thanking you for listening to his concerns.

He WILL offer you more hugs though. Better safe than sorry!

Malleus

It is… BLATANTLY obvious when Malleus is jealous.

Not only is Lilia always chuckling under his breath whenever Malleus spots you with your affectionate friends,

But he becomes SUPER possessive over you.

You’ll be talking with your friends, then suddenly BOOM! Malleus hugging you out of nowhere.

He shows up unprompted to your dorm just to snuggle up next to you.

He’s quieter than usual, which makes it easy to conclude he’s in a bad mood.

When asked, he simply responds with “Is my love not enough?”

…Ooooohhhh he’s jealous. That makes a lot more sense.

You squish his cheeks and tell him that YES his love is enough, you just have different relationships with your peers and their affections.

He asks if he needs to be more physically affectionate with you, to which you tell him that you wouldn’t change him. It’s entirely up to him to decide that, to which he promptly decides you’re coming with him to cuddle

He’s still lowkey jealous when he sees others getting too close to you, often appearing and hugging you to remind them to not get too touchy feely with HIS Child of Man, but he trusts you a ton and believes you when you say you love him.

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Thanks again to my buddy Howl for. Basically doing Leonas for me. Lol I’ll work on studying his character more so I can better respond to requests for him. Hope you enjoy this ^^ Have a lovely day yourself Anon!!

I’m still working on formatting for my posts lol, maybe they’ll be prettier one day

[makedatmoneymayne]

✨✨Welcome (Backity Back) to The Boys: Pt.3✨✨

Antony Starr x Black Reader(Khadijah) x a wee bit of Chace Crawford

[Side note: I don't proofread until wayy later and i'm also trying new things each chapter. So if there is any confusion JUST BEAR WITH ME. Hope you still enjoy though🙂]

~This one's a bit longer~

Warnings: SMUT, fluff, exhibitionism, drinking and Chace😃

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Khadijah's POV❤️

After that embarrassing ass day, Khadijah went out and got some drinks with the girls. Ughh singing horribly and just clumsy as fuck in front of him too whyyyy.

"Them shots need to hurry the fuck up neow." she blurt out impatiently tapping her foot.

"The fuck you so up tight for? We just found some seats in here, relax." Julaya says slightly impatient too but for something, more like someone, totally different.

"Heh what, Jessie not textin back quick enough?" Kapoia laughs grabbing one of the shots at just arrived.

Before anyone could grab anymore or say anything, she downed 3 of them back to back leaving 7 more left. Feeling the liquor burn away every last ounce of embarrassment that she had left for the night.

"Daaaayyyuuuuummm!!!" They say in unison.

Khadijah looked over already feeling it, "I'm cool, what was you gonna say Julaya?"

"Baby we ain't ask if you were cool we know you still trippin out over that embarrassing shit you did earlier" Kapoia shakes her head. "Just slow the fuck down alright we gotta flight in the morning.

Oh shit. She had totally forgot Eric asked her to cater again but for the people at comic con. Of course her ass said yes just to go get drunk right after the question was asked.

"Alright alright I'll slow down" raising her eyebrows at them.

They breathe a sigh of relief only to be cut off by Khadijah calling for more shots. "Alright go on Julaya." she gave her, her full attention.

"We aint even fini- you know what, nevermind yeah he isn't texting back. I mean okay they might have to wake up early tomorrow but it only takes two secs to text at least "Hey" you know?" her words were slurred throughout her sentence due to her taking more shots.

"I'm so sorry Julaya, I wanna give you advice but uhhm girl. These drinks kicking my ass." Kapoia mumbles into her hands as she rubbed her face.

"It will be okay girl he looked like he was damn near in love with you when yall was joggin to the car." Khadijah says now completely done after MANYYY rounds of drinks.

"Let's go the fuck homeeeee, I can't do no moeee." Kapoia whines trying to straighten up, eyeing this brown skinned baddie with a long curly afro before putting her head back down.

Khadijah and Julaya collectively cackle at her. "You a mess when you drunk K, had that girl looking worried." Julaya said still laughing.

"Yeah yeah hush and let's go home." she damn already near at the door. We followed her out sorta stumbling to call an uber.

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Khadijah tossed and turned in her bed after having a nice long shower. He was on her mind so much it interrupted her sleep. Right on cue she got a simple message just saying hi, and it's from ANTONYYYY. She couldn't help herself just getting that message alone, imagining his face, she had to get some relief.

Rubbing her soaked bud, she let out the most nastiest moan. Khadijah texted him back letting him know she was already thinking about him. She had to shut the fuck up though real shit, Julaya and Kapoia ass probably asleep. A naughty thought came to mind, she grabbed one of her four pillows, putting it near her feet.

Propping up her phone on the pillow, showing her now naked body glistening from the light next to her. Hitting the timer, she got into position, posing, opening her legs as wide as possible.

Once the pic was taken Khadijah wasted no time sending it to him showing him how much she was thinking about him even slipping the word "daddy" in there because she knew he'd go wild from that alone. He took fucking forever to answer. For some reason, she felt like she was in the wrong and began to ask if he liked it kind of apologizing just in case he didn't. Before she could finish her third message, she saw a blurred video.

Opening it Khadijah gasped, pussy immediately throbbing and wet. This nigga is moaning her name stroking that long thick pipe. She was deadass hooked

She immediately got to texting him if they could meet up tonight she NEEDED that. He sadly declined but said they'd meet again soon after his interviews. Going back to the video, she's actually salivating for this man. Khadijah got up on her knees at a slight angle to ride her own fingers, she used two of her fingers to act as if it was his dick she was riding, his video on rewind. She propped her phone back up right back up behind her, feeling herself about to cum.

Riding her fingers at a fast tempo, gripping the headboard with her other hand, making sure her ass shook in the frame for him to see. She started to cum but this time around, it felt like more, almost like she was gonna- before she could register what the fuck was going on, her body jolted forward and a stream shot out of her hitting her camera so hard it paused the recording.

"Oh shit no no no my phoneee." Khadijah panicked a little still sending him the video with a message saying she'd be waiting for him. Sitting her phone on the nightstand, she headed to the shower, finding it funny he has to catch a flight too tomorrow. Paying it no mind she hopped in the shower, after, going straight bed.

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Khadijah was late. She's usually never late but this morning she was pretty fucking late and all because she was being fucking horny. She hoped damn near prayed Antony remembered nothing. Last night wasn't particularly her. Sober Khadijah would've just had a simple convo. Now this 46 year old nigga know how her pussy looked. THEY BARELY EVEN SPOKE.

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!" "YOU AINT GOT NO NIGGAS SO WHAT HAPPENED!" Kapoia started and Julaya finished.

Khadijah's head was hurting like hell from the hangover and the thought of what she did with him. Now this?! She couldn't be asked, walking past them going straight to cooking. "Shhh im here now lets get going I got all our bags in the car ready."

After setting up the shop, Khadijah and the girls leave the other workers to take their shift for 2 weeks.

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When they finally land it's night time already. Yawning to herself, Khadijah tells the girls, "It's hella pretty yall trust i get it, but it's cold and we need to get to the hotel Eric bought for us. He for-real got us our own rooms too."

"Okayyy Big Bank Erik not the little one!!" Julaya yells getting her stuff for the taxi ride to the hotel.

"Ouuu dis noiiiiceeee." Kapoia says astonished taking picture of the hotel exterior.

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The sun's still setting and Khadijah NEEDED a picture of it from this beautiful view Eric gave her in her room. Right after she took the picture of it, her phone starts ringing for a FaceTime call, it the girls group chat.

"He hooked us the fuck up yall ion know this window lookin real fuck-on-able you know." Julaya sighs into the phone. It was a ceiling to floor window giving an amazing view in each of their rooms.

"Hell yea I could get one of these fine New York ladies to come see bout me on this window." Kapoia adds on.

"How the fuck yall gone fuck on the window?! Don't yall gotta scissor nd shit?" Julaya pauses after saying that "THE STRAAAAAPPP OHHHHHH GO AHEAD DEN K!!"

"Yall mfs are something elsee, ima go to bed love yalll." Khadijah said before hanging up, melting into her covers getting Antony out her mind for tonight.

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Khadijah and the girls woke up the next morning, freshening up and throwing on their outfits for the day. Khadijah chose a two-toned brown floral skirt with a grey crop and a sweater. She also threw on a few accessories making her fit pop. Julaya wore a khaki skirt with a Supernatural shirt tied to crop and some sandals for comfort with earrings. Kapoia wore a compression short sleeve shirt with baggy black pants and combat boots with all the accessories included.

Once done getting dressed, they called an uber to the convention at 8am. When they got out the car, they saw all these people already standing in-front of the convention waiting for it to start.

"That's actually fuckin crazy." Khadijah said before they all walked into the back which led to the kitchen. They all turned on their music in their one airpod, so they can still hear and communicate with each other.

Music blasting in their ears, they got to baking wasting no time. Pies, Cookies, Croissants, Donuts, anything they could think of baking they baked it.

It was around 11:30am when they got done baking. Khadijah finished decorating each of the platters hoping the people coming to the convention would love it, they all still wondered who were the tv shows coming.

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12:30pm hit, everyone was in there packed to the brim. Five mins later, It was go time. All the girls plastered a smile on their faces serving all the people in the conference area where the tv show in question is being interviewed. Time passed of the girls serving, this guy goes up to the podium fucking up a jelly filled donut.

"Where the hell did that donut come from" Tomer said determined to get one.

Khadijah paid it absolutely no mind she thought maybe it was a random tv show.

"Oh shit! I forgot to mention to you all and my cast. I got my good friend Khadijah to come on back to cater these yummy desserts again." Eric said with excitement.

Khadijah's head slowly turned to them hoping he wasn't there somehow someway. Looking down the line of stars she was relieved.

"Yeah come on up here darling I'd love to admire your pie again." Antony said sensually and no-one noticed.

Her eyes went straight to his wondering how in the hell are they both here together. While she was trying to see if he was there, they were already thinking about having her come to them to give them the pastries. She glanced at the girls before walking up to the cast.

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Antony's Lil POV ting

I woke up energized surprisingly. This hotel is fucking beautiful and what'd make it more beautiful is if she was here, Khadijah. Her body was so beautiful over the phone but it just wasn't enough for me I need her here in New York with me. If she was here I'd fuck her on an instant only if she wants you know.

I got to the convention and started answering some good and some really fucking odd questions. Some weird looking man got up to the podium eating a donut like it was his last meal jelly everywhere. Before he asked the question I thought about her again, wondering if she made them, then i'd understand why he's eating it with no common sense.

"Where the hell did that donut come from" Tomer said what we were all thinking. We were all hungry for some reason it's funny.

"Oh shit! I forgot to mention to you all and my cast. I got my good friend Khadijah to come on back to cater these yummy desserts again." Eric said with excitement not noticing my face going into a sinister smile.

I see her, not too well due to the lights flashing at us but I could tell she looked beautiful. She hasn't noticed me yet, that's because i'm all the way on the end sort of.

"We need you up her Khadijah show off them pastries girl." Erin said already clapping

"Yeah come on up here darling I'd love to admire your pie again." I try to out on the best sexy voice I could muster up.

She saw me and looked at me with surpriseand confusion. I gave her a smirk and a head tilt telling her to bring her sexy ass up here. She came up on the side where'd i'd be the last one getting a pastry.

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Khadijah was up on the stage and was given a great big applauds from the crowd, some random dude yelling "THIS IS FUCKING DELICIOUS." She was damn near sweating from the anxiety.

"Alright you fuckers relax she's a nervous girl." Antony noticed it and told the crowd off after a while.

Chace gave him a knowing look with a goofy smirk. He whispered to Antony who was next to him "She's yours now?"

Antony shrugged and said "Hopefully soon enough."

Khadijah finally got to Antony, somehow he made an excuse to make her feed him the food everyone except Chace believed.

"Fuck me Khadijah" Antony said so low everyone thought he said feed me.

But she. heard. it. all. Her shaky hand holding a cream filled donut was inching to his mouth. He's so in her area, he purposely rubbed his knee constantly on her leg. Nobody is noticing this sexual tension but you two. Her panties were so soaked she had to close her thighs as he bit into the donut. It got all over his mouth. He licked it up still making eye contact. It felt like everything was in slow mo she couldn't take it.

"Thank you sexy" Antony said meaning every word until the last. Nobody thought anything of his words again due to his friendly personality.

Once she got off the stage, Khadijah ran discreetly to her girls who witnessed the whole thing.

"He wanna be in yo stomach real bad baby it's actually crazy." Julaya said all giddy and exciteted with her.

"Right i've never seen a man tell someone to fuck them on stage. He kinda smooth ian gone lie nah." Kapoia said putting her hands up medium height.

They all continued on talking and laughing in the other room so no-one would hear. People started flowing out making the halls really hard to get through. Khadijah felt her phone vibrate and so did Julaya and Kapoia's.

"Okay I love yall I gotta go J textin me nonstop." Julaya said scurrying off.

"Go get some dick baby just be straight up. I right witchya except i'm gettin pussy." Kapoia said with a nasty laugh. No one knew she was fucking with Erin.

Khadijah was left alone smiling to herself thinking her friends were a mess. She saw the message Antony sent and her heart started beating FAST. "☺️" Was all he sent. She was super fucking confused what that was supposed to mean.

"All alone?" Khadijah knew that voice from anywhere. She turned to see Antony giving her his signature sexy smile again.

She pulled him to a secluded hallway so they can talk and no one would see.

"You want me all to yourself huh?" She could stop her smile from showing. "Your smile is just so beautiful Khadijah." He started stroking her cheek.

She grabbed the hand that's on her cheek just to hold it.

"Im sorry Antony I dont wanna seem like I was going too far i ju-" Khadijah tried to rush out before being interrupted by him kissing her.

The kiss got serious when she wrapped her arms around his neck. He added tongue, reaching behind taking her going up as an opportunity to feel the weight of her fat juicy ass.

In the quiet dark separated hall they continued making out only taking a break to breathe. Beside the commotion from the on going convention all they can hear is their wet tongues battling each others. Antony won that battle moving his hands from her ass to lift her skirt to feel her moist panty covered mound.

"All that for me baby?" Antony asked as they stop their kiss with one last loud smack.

Their heavy breaths still going, Khadijah a little more heightened due to Antony now rubbing her panty covered pussy. Khadijah was thrusting her hips to Antony's rubbing, reaching down to unbutton his jeans.

She brought out his semi hard dick stroking it to life. He was moaning like crazy with her, nobody can hear them really anyway right?

Antony got down on one knee putting both hands on her ass, pulling her forward to eat her out. He gave her pussy one long lick sticking the tip of this tongue in before taking it out slurping her clit up. He did that nonstop growling into her pussy.

Khadijah gripped his head, riding his tongue giving his hair a tight grip. Mid moan she looked up at Chace who was watching them with wanting eyes. She gave him an air kiss before going back to moaning from the head she was receiving from Antony. She blinked and Chace was gone.

Antony wasn't paying attention, Chace was looking everywhere for Antony and well he found him alright. Once he heard moaning from Khadijah he had to stop and stare back her biting his lip wishing he was behind her fucking her while Antony ate you out. He soon left hot and slightly bothered giving an actual great excuse for them to have a bit more privacy time without letting anyone know you two were together.

On one side was a lovely wholesome convention, on the other side, Antony's fingers were now in her panties fucking her so good.

"Mm I've been waiting for this shit, had me on the plane cumming so hard to your videos again." Antony moaned feeling her hand stroking his tip, dick rock hard.

She couldn't speak she was clouding her mind. "oh.. ohhhh fuckk mmm." Was all she could get out. Antony took out his fingers and she whined to the loss of her orgasm coming.

"I need to be in you NOW." Antony growled gripping her by the neck with one hand the other opening the closet door next her both.

He took herinside the room, it was like a medium sized conference room for staff.

(Like this but without the windows)

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It was cute but Khadijah couldn't care about that right now. She was currently on her knees getting dick deep in her throat while a whole convention was going on.

"Mm fuck i'm loving that wet mouth." Antony let out this sexy ass moan. When she looked up at him his face was pure pleaser. He lifted his shirt and she saw his smooth sexy stomach. Khadijah had to feel his body, she put up both her hands to feel but before she knew it Antony took control grabbing her hands and pinning them on the wall so he could fuck her mouth.

"I'll tell you when you can touch me slut, keep giving me that mouth." He started a pace of fucking her mouth letting her drool all over her shirt. Her pussy even wetter than before from being called a slut.

Antony retracted his hips and picked you up giving you another extra sloppy tongue filled kiss. He snatched her sweater off and pulled her shirt down making it stretch around her waist "saving it for later" in his own words.

"These tits so fucking beautiful Khadijah." He salivated looking at the pierced nipples, hard and ready to be sucked.

He latched his mouth onto one while the rubbed, rolling his eyes back from the metallic taste.

"Ouhhhhhhh! daddy that mouth is so good." Khadijah couldn't keep quiet anymore letting out a series of "oh fuck! and daddy!"'s. When she got a little too loud he had to cover her mouth.

"You really want us to get caught slut? Wanna let everyone know who's treating you real good." Antony said not expecting her to nod her head.

Antony slowly let go of Khadijah's mouth nodding with her "Okay." Antony with his pants still down enough for his cock to be out, looked around the room. He opened the door wide for anyone to walk past.

The convention was almost over anyways right? Again you were fucking wrong, there was people talking everywhere right next to the having a great time.

(The hallway in question)

Anyone could go to that window right there and see the all american "Homelander's" dick standing high.

"Get your ass over here and hold on that window now." He pointed to the window. Khadijah was nervous as hell but willing. Antony already asked about this window, turns out it's Opaque glass. No one could see them fuck on it even if they got close up to it, to them it's dark. But Khadijah didn't know that and her anxiety can back better than ever. He had to tell her so she could be comfortable.

"Trust me baby they can't see us. But hearing on the other hand, you might want to keep it down before randoms start looking."

"Okay baby I trust you, I just really need you to fuck me until I can't speak straight" She gave him an innocent smile, all innocence gone.

"Oh you are trouble Ms. Wright." He gave her one last kiss licking her top lip, turning her around. She immediately bent over, letting him guide her hands to the window. Letting him give her ass a few smacks to watch it bounce. He pulled her skirt to her ankles putting his hand on her back to give her an arch.

"We have to be quick baby okay ?" Antony said with a sigh slowly sliding his thick long dick into her pussy so it wouldn't cause her pain.

"Daddy fuck me I don't care if it hurts I want itt!" She felt his hand go over her mouth again when a few people looked over at the window you guys were in.

"What did I just say? You like being a hard headed little slut huh? Nah fuck that MY hard headed slut." Antony's momentum sped up more and more until all that was heard in that hallway was heavy breaths, the sound of her ass clapping on his waist and the constant squelch of her creamy pussy. He lifted her up when all he got back from her was a "ohhh fuck" putting his mouth right by her ear.

Khadijah felt him on her back and right by her ear but she couldn't get her words out with how good he's pounding her pussy in also his hand was on her mouth how the fuck was she for real supposed to speak.

"Answer me or I'll stop and walk away." He slows down his hips, removing his hands, letting his New Zealand accent come out stronger while he's giving you demands.

"Yessss fuck please keep going I'm so close don't stop."

"I'll never stop when i'm deep in this wet shit." He couldn't contain himself, he wasn't actually going to stop he just needed her to pay the fuck attention.

Antony was fucking her so hard her wet cheek was planted on the window hard nipples bouncing on the hard glass before he gripped one pinching it. She couldn't do it anymore her orgasm was coming so strong she could even warn Antony, she just hoped he could tell by her knees shaking, damn near collapsing.

He did notice, removing his hand from her titty to her clit other hand on her stomach holding her in place. He circled her clit so fast feeling her pussy clench so hard it pushed him out and all he heard and probably others outside that window, "Ugh! Daddy! I'm Squirting!!" It was like an electric water gun shooting straight out on his shoes and lower part of her pants and all over her skirt. He went back in thrusting a few more times before turning he around and pushing her slightly onto her knees.

Khadijah was FUCKED from the waist down no pun intended. When he asked her to get on her knees though she already knew what was up and all of a sudden her knees were ready steady when she got down. She opened her mouth sticking her tongue out smacking his hand out the way to stroke his sloppy dick with both her hands.

Antony's brain stopped working while he tilted his head back letting out the loudest moan Khadijah has ever heard a man do. His cum flew out all over her face, in her mouth, and on her tits. He had never came this much until now and it felt like heaven. after he stopped cumming he got down on one knee to her level to give her one last kiss not caring about the mess.

"I have to go baby, be ready at 9pm tonight I wanna to take you out."

Khadijah nodded her head "Okay daddy I'll be ready." Her brain was still in sub mode as he walked away fixing himself before walking out like nothing happened. She turned around looking out the glass seeing no one even questioned a thing about where he was as he walked through the crowd. Khadijah left a message in the girls GC saying "Y'all he fucked me up the New Zealand way."

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~Thank yall fuh reading this is my first REAL attempt at writing smut so I hope yall enjoyed that a bit

~~I had to add Chace somewhere that man too fine~~

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Shit Writing drabble based on this post I made gn reader

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"Absolutely not."

"Why the hell not?!"

"Cause LAST TIME he was sick he held me down and coughed on me so I'd get sick too! And I did!" You crossed your arms as you glared at the man in front of you.

Recently, your boyfriend, the infamous Eustass 'Captain' Kid, got sick, and he's acting like it's the end of the world. It happens every time he catches a cold.

At first, like a good s/o, you made sure you took care of him and helped him through it. But just when you were least expecting it, he coughed on you so you'd have to stay with him. He got you sick and only laughed about it when he recovered before you! If you didn't love him so much you would have thrown him into the sea.

"Listen, all he's doing is complaining that you aren't coming in to see him. He's been yelling at me every time I go in there to just up and bring you to him. I've dealt with him for the past three days and I'm about to lose my damn mind!" Despite not wanting to, he made a point. Killer does a lot around the ship and tending to a sick and bratty kid probably doesn't make him any less stressed.

"Okay fine. I'll go see him but I'm staying by the door."

"As long as he can see you I'm okay. I just want him to shut up so I can get shit done." Sighing, you move past Killer and make your way to Kid.

"Wish me luck at least." Walking towards the room, you can hear the telltale coughs coming from Kid. He was always so loud when he's sick.

Knocking on the door, you enter thr room before telling him it was you.

"Hey baby, how you feeling?" Kid mo es slightly and you catch his eyes staring back at you.

"Took you long enough. I'm in here suffering and your out doing whatever! I'm your captain AND boyfriend! You should be next to me while I'm dying!"

"Your not dying you idiot. You've simply got a shitty immune system. Plus, I'm trying to avoid getting sick." Kid's eyes sharpen as he looks at you.

"Your being difficult." You couldn't help but giggle at how different he sounded while sick. It was cute but you weren't taking any chances getting close to him.

"Don't laugh at me!" Turning his back, Kid no longer looks in your direction. A part of your heart wanted to go to his aid after hearing him cough harshly.

The more he coughed, the more you felt bad. You finally couldn't take it anymore before offering to go get him some water and bring him more medicine. Only after he promised not to do anything.

"Whatever. Fine." Carefully, you move closer to Kid's bed to grab the empty water glass. Yet as soon as you wrap your hand around the glass, Kid jolts out of bed and grabs you. His arms wrapping around your body before throwing you down to the bed while still trapped in his arms.

"Kid! Let me go! You promised not to pull anything!" Pulling himself closer to you, you can see the shit eating smirk on his face.

"I lied." You try to wiggle away but you were no match for his strength. Panic started settling in when you heard small coughs coming from Kid.

"You better not! I swear to god kid if you do what I think your gonna do!" Kids laughter rings around room.

Just as you feared, you feel him cough directly in your face. When you tried to yell at him, you were cut short by him slamming his lips against yours. If the cough didn't spread his sickness, then it sure did now.

"Damnit Kid!" Your voice muffled through the kiss only making Kid smile.

"There. Now go to sleep I'm tired." Turning at him, you give him the look at his sheer audacity, only to see him with his eyes closed. Yelling at him a few times yet only to be ignored, made you sigh in frustration.

There was no way you were escaping his grip anytime soon so you finally had to accept your fate.

As soon as Kid wakes up though, you were gonna make sure he didn't get let off easily.

Better hope he can handle someone who complained as much as him.