#she-ra tickle

[lopsicle]

••Fright Zone Log, Day 15••

TickleTober Day 15 “Are you Ticklish?”

Characters: Lee! Catra, Ler! Entrapta

Summary: Entrapta experiments with the ticklishness of different species of Etheria. Catra is her first subject.

Warnings: SFW Tickle Fic, Non-Con tickles.

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“Fright Zone log, day fifteen. Or is it sixteen? No, no, definitely fifteen! I witnessed some peculiar behaviour this morning, I had just finished my latest project with Scorpia when I heard what sounded to be like a fight coming from the dorms. I ended up going through the vents to check out what was happening, but I realised I was wrong about it being a fight-kinda!”

“It was just Kyle and Lonnie tickling Rogelio, and while I do know what tickling is, I didn’t know that the more anthropomorphic species of Etheria were also ticklish! Rogelio was just one subject who I could already cross off, but I need to expand my data pool to see if they react any differently to how the rest of us would! I’ve determined that Catra would be a good starting point since she’s on the lower end of the animalistic spectrum here, only having ears and a tail with an otherwise entirely human body. I’ll document my results once this is over!”

Entrapta clicked down on her recorder, satisfied with her new experiment for today. As much as she loved making tech, working in the Fright Zone opened up the opportunity of experimenting on people as well, as opposed to her old home which was nearly entirely populated by robots. She thankfully hadn’t dissected anyone-yet, but she still lacked any social tact when it came to getting people to actual participate in her experiments. Entrapta was sure there would be no where she could go wrong with Catra though.

“Hey, Catra, are you ticklish?” Entrapta blabbered as she popped out of a vent in the control room Catra had found herself in. Catra shrieked, bearing her claws while her hair stood up and went rigid. Once she got over the initial shock and actually processed Entrapta’s words, she stared at her with a befuddled, slightly annoyed expression.

“What kinda question is that?” She hissed, attempting to turn away to ignore her. Entrapta remained persistent, dashing around to Catra’s front, popping up in front of her with an intrigued expression, like stars were shining in her eyes.

“Oh, you see, I’m running an experiment to test how the ticklishness of Etheria’s anthropomorphic species differ from its anthropological ones, and I thought you’d be a good candidate because-!” Entrapta’s babbling was cut off by Catra dismissively waving her hand.

“Look, I didn’t understand half the words you just said, but I’m not ticklish, so beat it. Go bother Scorpia with this or something.” She suggested, not to actually be helpful, she was just hoping Entrapta would take the bait and run along. She didn’t.

“No, no, Scorpia has to be tested much later, see I was going to say that you were the perfect starting point since you mostly human in appearance! And even if you aren’t ticklish, that can still be valuable data! I just need to run a few tests.” Entrapta moved a little closer to which Catra paused and raised her eyebrow.

“What do you mean tests?” Catra asked, feeling like she already knew the answer to that question.

“Oh you know, to verify your sensitivity!” One of Entrapta’s pigtails suddenly coiled itself around Catra’s wrist, holding it above her head. Before Catra could begin to protest, Entrapta dug her fingers into her armpit, wriggling around her fingers inquisitively. Catra made some shocked, offended noise before clasping her mouth shut, batting at Entrapta’s fingers with her free hand.

“Whahaht do you thihihnk your dohohohing?!” Catra exclaimed, to which Entrapta turned to her with a delighted, lost-in-her-own-world expression.

“Getting results, it appears you lied about your lack of sensitivity but that just makes this even more fun cause I get to find your ticklish spots myself!” Her other pigtail turned Catra’s free hand into a bound one, now holding both of them above her head while Entrapta stood in front of her, wiggling her fingers absentmindedly as she thought about where to strike next.

“Who cares if I lied?! This is just stupid, I have work to do you know-actual, important work!” Catra complained, eyeing Entrapta’s gloved finger with a mix of anticipation and repressed nervousness. Suddenly, she struck, choosing Catra’s sides as her next target, drumming and tapping her fingertips up and down her exposed torso.

“As do I, do can you stop squirming? I’m trying to get some invaluable data here and all of your wiggling could skew my results!” Entrapta warned her, not trying to tease but that didn’t stop Catra from blushing. Her feet kicked against the ground while she tugged at her bound wrists, shaking herself from side to side, doing just about anything to escape Entrapta’s hold.

“I cahahahahn’t hehehehehlp it if yohohohur tihihihckling me, you ihihidiot!!” Catra spat out at it, to which Entrapta made a little “oh” noise.

“Hah, right, I forgot about that! Guess that just means I’ll have to keep up with you!” Catra didn’t even have the time to think about what that could mean before Entrapta began randomly squeezing her hands against her sides, perusing up and down them, randomly switching to scratch at her ribs or give a quick squeeze to her hips and thighs.

“E-eheheHEHEntrapta, quihihiHIHIHIT IT NOHohohow!!” Catra barked at her, but Entrapta was way too lost in her research to even consider that. Her fingers bounced about across Catra’s skin, happily pinching and pattering against her test subject.

“Say, Catra, is the tickling worse when I’m switching across spots like I am now, or when I focus on one spot, as such?” Entrapta then darted her hands to Catra’s stomach, digging her nails into the patch of sensitive skin. Catra squealed and thruster backwards, shaking about like a bobble head left out in the wind.

“OHOHOHONE SPOHOHOT!!” She answered, mainly because it gave her something to focus on apart from her getting wrecked by Entrapta of all people; she was never going to live this one down. A frustrated blush spread across her cheeks, whining at just how bad the tickling was. “FUHUHUCK, EHENTRAPTA, SOHOHOMEONE’S GOHOHONNA HEAR MEHEHEH!!” Entrapta just gave a little gum in response, her fingers slowing to a halt surprisingly.

“Right, Hordak probably wouldn’t want me to ‘waste time with childish antics’.” Entrapta waved her hands around dramatically in a mocking fashion as she put on her best Hordak impression, something that earned a genuine giggle from Catra. Entrapta smiled tenderly at that, before perking up with determination once again.

“Just one more spot and then we’re done!” Entrapta declared, casually pulling off her gloves. Catra gulped, something about just being able to see Entrapta’s hands made this feel so much worse already. Carefully, she manoeuvred herself to be standing behind Catra, standing up on her tippy toes.

“Uh-what spot are you doing now?” Catra stammered out, trying to tilt her head back to keep her eyes on Entrapta.

“Oh, just your ears!” She chirped out with a smile, though Catra could feel her heart freezing over at that sentence.

“Hey, wait, wait, wahahait-!” Entrapta’s fingers began gently scratching at the back of Catra’s ears, making sure to be soft with the delicate things. Her ears twitched about between her fingers as Catra broke down into giggles, a little purring noise seeing out from her mouth underneath her giggles, like background radio static. Entrapta could feel her eyes getting more and more starry, while Catra’s face went red.

“Awwww, Catra, you never told me you were this adorable!” She cooed, not trying to tease her at all, but that didn’t help Catra one bit. Trying to keep up the appearance of a fierce war captain was difficult when just touching her ears melted her into a giggly, purring puddle.

“Shuhuhuhut uhuhup!! Just fihihinish this stupid tehehest already!!” Catra begged her and begrudgingly, Entrapta agreed. As adorable as this was, she’d tested out all the spots she’d needed to with Catra. Her hair loosened around Catra’s wrists, letting her drop to the ground as she panted for breath, trying to rub away her blush.

“If you insist! Thanks a ton Catra, I’ll go document all those results right now!” Entrapta blabbered out excitedly before turning to the door, only to be stopped by Catra’s tail coiling around her thigh. She hummed in recognition and turned back to Catra, still doubled over but she tilted her head up to stare at Entrapta.

“You know…I think we can make this test even better, Entrapta.” She grinned, to which the scientist in question tilted her head.

“Oh, I thought I’d tested an appropriate amount of spots, did you have anything else in mind?” She questioned, to which Catra nodded and stood up to her full height.

“Mhm, I mean, if your figuring out how ticklish people like me are, you may as well find out how good they are at tickling other people, right?” Entrapta tilted her head at the thought, squinting her eyes before she nodded.

“I suppose that makes sense, but what exactly are you proposing?” Catra’s eyes narrowed into a cool gaze as she bared her claws, locking onto Entrapta.

“Your smart. Figure it out.” Entrapta’s eyes widened as she already broke into nervous giggles, taking a small step back from Catra.

“Oh, I mean-ah! C-cahahatra, wahahahAHAHAIT-!!”

••••

“Fright…zone log…day fifteen.” Entrapta panted breathlessly into her recorded. “Results from my experiment have..yielded an obvious result; don’t tickle Catra.”

[tickly-trashcan]

Raspberries {Catra x Adora}

“Mmm… You’re so cozy…” Adora sighed sleepily, petting Catra’s head lightly.

Catra practically purred. “Stop petting me… You’ll make me fall asleep…”

Adora chuckled, making Catra’s head bounce lightly against her belly. “Would that be so bad?”

Catra shook her head lightly and buried some of her face into Adora’s shirt, angling her head so that Adora now scratched behind her ears. She stretched her arms up to Adora’s shoulders, gently rubbing them as Adora hummed peacefully.

“Too cozy–” Catra said suddenly, nearly breaking Adora out of her sleepy trance. “Adora, we’ve been cuddling for hours. We should probably go see Bow and Glimmer.”

“I’m not gonna get up,” Adora sighed, leaning her head back and pretending to snore. Catra hummed into her tummy, making her giggle slightly.

Catra toyed with the hem of Adora’s shirt now, slipping her fingers underneath and gently tracing the outline of Adora’s toned stomach. She squirmed, pulling her hands away from Catra’s head to stretch her arms before resting them over her face.

“Adora, it’s time to get up,” Catra said, though doziness still laced her tone.

“Nnnnnooooo,” Adora murmured, wrapping her legs around Catra’s waist to keep her in her lap. “Don’t wanna get up… You stay… Cozy kitty…”

Catra snuck Adora’s shirt up to her ribs, revealing her bare tummy. If she even noticed this, Adora did not say anything. Catra purred lightly into her tummy, making her giggle slightly. She peppered her tummy with kisses for a few moments, making Adora melt more into the bed. She then stopped, leaving Adora yearning for more.

“Why’d you stop?”

Catra did not answer and Adora peeked one eye open just in time to see Catra winding up for a raspberry. Adora could not squirm away in time before Catra had her hips pinned with her hands as she blew raspberries over the expanse of Adora’s tummy.

“Cahahahatra!!! Nohohoho, stop it!”

“Get– Up–!” Catra said, blowing raspberries between her words.

Adora wailed. “I’ll gehehehet up! Now stahahap!!”

Catra blew a few more raspberries for extra measure, and then finally let up, leaving Adora a wheezy mess. She sat up and shoved Catra lightly, making her laugh. They eventually stood and walked to see Bow and Glimmer, but not before Adora got a few revenge pinches in on Catra’s hips.

[mister-fisch]

I'm gonna start taking art requests since I want to draw more.I'll take requests for any of things mentioned in my intro post,ask if I like something if you aren't sure I like it since I don't have all of my interests listed.Also I won't do anything NSFW,only very very subtle suggestive art.Wont do anything to do with proships/comships or anything bigotted or gross.

Just leave an ask in my inbox :3

[ticklishfanart]

She-ra commission for @myreygn !!

Getting a little close there adora~

[baconcolacan]

Tords response to

Tom: does this ____ make me look fat?

(Both aus)

Regimen: "Thomas you literally never eat anything, it does not."

Stay: "Yeah, so?? If you think you're getting out of this marriage with that you've got another thing coming, kjaere."

[bambinella]

Day 4 - Games

She-Ra - Adora x Best Friend Squad

A/N: I'M LATE! But then again I warned for being late, so it doesn't count! She-Ra remains one of my favorite shows, yet I've never written for it so I felt the need to change that. Hope you enjoy!

There was peace. Horde Prime had been defeated nearly a year ago, and during that time everything had slowly started returning to how it was before the Horde invaded. Etheria was healing, and the magic had returned to the land. The Princesses had gone back to their kingdoms, to put matters in order, all while remaining in the Princess Alliance. With the war being over, there was no need to plan counter attacks anymore, but it was definitely an excuse to hang out in Bright Moon every few weeks. Everything was finally okay. There was peace. 

Everywhere but Adora’s and Catra’s bedroom, where the Best Friend Squad were currently playing games. Adora, Catra, Glimmer and Bow were sitting on the floor, currently in the middle of a game of Uno. If the war hadn’t been hard enough to test their friendship, this game definitely would.

“Uno!” Glimmer cried out as she placed her blue eight on the pile, a smug grin decorating her face. Said grin disappeared just as fast when she suddenly got bombarded with ‘take two’ cards from Bow and Catra.

“Take that Sparkles!” Catra cackled, giving a fist bump to Bow. They had gotten along really well over the past few months, and their favorite hobby was to annoy Glimmer. They were succeeding. 

“Awww look at how cute she gets when she’s angry!” Bow cooed to Catra while pointing at Glimmer, ducking a little too late to avoid a pillow to the face mere seconds later, causing him to tumble backwards. Meanwhile Adora was sitting across the table with at least 15 cards in her hands, and a… smug grin? Way to smug for someone who’s losing the game, Glimmer realized.

“Adora? What are you smirking for?” The Queen asked with a smile and a raised eyebrow. This only caused Adora to chuckle.

“Well I’m obviously winning, with the amount of cards I have, so why wouldn’t I be smirking?” She asked, getting the attention of the others too. Glimmer let out a giggle.

“Adora, you do realize that the goal of the game is to get the least amount of cards, not the most?” She asked, leaning her cheek on her hand. Adora was such a dumb-dumb from time to time. The blonde started laughing.

“Nice try, Glimmer, but you won’t fool me like that,” She said with a grin, yet when Bow and Catra nodded in agreement, Adora realized how doomed she was.

“Oh for the love of Greyskull!” She groaned, putting her face in her hands – and cards – while the others burst into laughter. Glimmer wiped a little tear from her eye as she shook her head at Adora. That would explain all the times Adora had called ‘uno’ while having more than one card in her hand, resulting in her taking two extra cards as punishment. She loved her stupid best friend.

“Don’t worry, by the end of tonight you might get the hang of it,” She giggled, earning another groan from the blonde, who was blushing hard. They continued playing Uno, with Adora losing all of them, until a specific round where Adora was being a little too good at the game. She had somehow gone from ten plus cards to three in only a couple of rounds. It was a bit too suspicious, Glimmer noticed.

“Hey Adora, didn’t you have like a billion cards in your hands just now? What happened?” The Queen asked with a semi-knowing smile, immediately noticing a nervous twitch on her best friend’s face.

“Oh, haha! I just put them down like I have been doing, what are you talking about?” Adora said with a rather nervous smile. She was still a terrible liar, and both Catra and Bow started to realize something was up. Glimmer narrowed her eyes for a second, and then decided to take matters in her own hands by teleporting next to Adora. As suspected, there were plenty of cards simply laying all scattered over her lap.

“Aha! I knew it! You cheater!” Glimmer cried out as she dropped her own cards to tackle Adora to the floor. The blonde let out a yelp and instinctively reached for her sword to transform into She-Ra – her favorite way of cheating out of their wrestling fights – only to realize it was nowhere close. It was enough to make Glimmer fake gasp.

“You were going to change into She-Ra? To escape after cheating?? Oh that’s a crime! Bow! Catra! Get over here!” She yelled, struggling to keep Adora down since the Princess was pretty strong on her own. Sadly for her the duo immediately came to help Glimmer, and moments later Adora was pinned down.

“Guys! Let me up!” Adora protested, looking at the three faces staring at her. Or better, the three grins staring at her. Anticipation filled her stomach as she realized she was in trouble. Glimmer sat on her waist, Bow pinned her shins down and Catra held her arms over her head. Completely stuck.

“Oh no, you’ve been cheating Adora. You never cheated when we were young, what happened to you? So scandalous,” Catra teased, earning a playful glare from her pinned friend. Glimmer stared at Adora, a smirk slowly spreading on her face.

“I think I know the perfect punishment! Catra, Bow, you might want to hold on to her,” Glimmer warned, and Adora paled. She knew that look.

“No. No, don't you dare! Glimmer I swear to– AHAhhahahaha!!” Adora let out a cry of laughter as the Queen shook her hands into her friend’s ribs, immediately thrashing around. Catra couldn’t help but blush at the sight of Adora laughing. It did things to her she didn’t want to admit.

“Oh hell yeah, let’s tickle her to death!” Catra cheered, pinning the blonde’s wrists down under her knees so her hands were free. She wiggled her fingers teasingly in front of Adora’s face, before scribbling into her underarms. The Princess howled.

“BAAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOO!! EEHEHEHEE STOHOHOP!” She was yeeted into hysterical giggles immediately due to the combined tickle attack. She had had plenty of tickle fights with Catra when they were young cadets, and she had won most of them. She had had plenty of tickle fights with Glimmer and Bow since her arrival in Bright Moon, and thanks to being able to transform into She-Ra she had also won most of them. But with the three of them holding her down, and being unable to transform? She had no way of winning this one.

“Stop? No way, you’re being punished for your crime Adora! I say you’re getting tickled until you feel sorry!” Glimmer grinned evilly while clawing and pinching all over her ribs, yet shot her friend a wink. This made Adora feel at ease, but it also made her giggle faster.

“I cahahaAAHAHAN’T! IT TIHIHIHICKLES SO BAAHAHAHAD!” She shrieked when Catra switched to single nails to scratch into her underarms, arching her back as she tried to deal with the sensations. Glimmer smirked and yanked her shirt upwards, leaning in to blow a huge raspberry on her belly. Bow simply held her legs and smiled as he watched his friend howl with laughter under the tickle attack.

“Sorry Adora, usually I’d try to get her to be merciful, but you did cheat on us sooooo,” He teased, not participating because he didn’t want to overwhelm her. 

“How does it feel to be on the losing end for once?” Glimmer teased, scribbling her nails all over Adora’s bare stomach. She knew that it wasn’t fair to grill her like that, especially since Glimmer nearly always initiated the tickle fights, but it was too much fun to actually win for once. She could get used to this. 

“We gotta make sure to keep her sword away during game nights, wimpy little Adora is no match for us like this,” Catra teased, using her tail to brush against her girlfriend’s neck while wiggling all of her nails into her hollows.

“STOHOHOHOHOP! PLEEHEHEHEASE! I’M GOHOHONNA PEEEHEHEHEHEE!” Adora was roaring with laughter, all of the tickles bombarding her brain, especially because Bow had joined despite his better judgment, giving her knees a few ticklish squeezes every now and then. It felt good to laugh her heart out, knowing that she wouldn’t be berated for showing weakness like that. She felt safe among her friends. But she also felt like she was going to die if they didn’t let up soon. Glimmer noticed it was getting a little too much and decided to wrap it up, signing to the others to stop.

“Are you sorry for cheating?” She finally asked with a smirk, wiggling a single finger in her bellybutton, sending Adora in another giggle frenzy. The Princess nodded and kicked her freed legs – Bow had stood up to go get some water – while giggling her head off.

“Yehehehehes!! Plehehehease I’ll nehehever do it agahahahahain!” Adora promised between her laughter, and after a few moments of consideration Glimmer decided to grant her mercy.

“Good!” She said with a nod, stopping her tickle attack as she stood up. Catra released Adora’s wrists and stood up as well, but not before giving her a quick kiss on the forehead. Adora remained laying down on the floor as she caught her breath. Bless She-Ra for being able to recover fast.

“Well, it’s getting rather late so I think we should wrap it up for tonight,” Bow said with a smile as he handed the glass of water to Adora. “See you guys tomorrow morning!”

“Good idea, see you!” Glimmer said with a wink, before placing her hand on Bow’s shoulder, teleporting them to their own room. Deciding they would clean the mess tomorrow, the duo crawled on top of the fluffy bed and quite literally collapsed.

“So this is what a near-death experience feels like,” Adora said dramatically, earning an eye-roll and a chuckle from Catra.

“All those years of war, and this is what comes to mind when you think of a near-death experience? You’re such an idiot,” She teased. Adora playfully swatted at her, before pulling her closer.

“This is a much happier near-death experience. I wouldn’t mind feeling it again,” She admitted with a blush. She loved being tickled and laughing freely, but it was still embarrassing to admit it out loud. Thankfully Catra fully understood her.

“Don’t worry, there will be plenty more of those,” She promised, reaching out to give Adora a kiss, who hummed in approval. “You just need to learn to be a better cheater,”

Another hum.

“Like me,” Catra added with a grin, giving Adora a wink before turning on her side to sleep.

“... HEY!”

[pseudowho]

18+, MDNI, Shinazugawa Sanemi is a filthy monster

Full of hot air. Annoying piece of shit, waste of time--

You and Sanemi approached the safehouse, scraped and bloody and pissed off. You felt every scrap of annoyance as an electric frisson over your skin, made irritatingly worse every time he brushed against you.

You stuck a palm out, trying to shove him further away from you, and only succeeded in shoving yourself further from him, so bizarrely immovable was he. His face, already stormy, snarled.

"What's your fucking problem?"

"Stay out of my space Shinazugawa--"

"--you're the one fucking staggering--"

"--yeah, well, it's hard carrying the whole team--"

Sanemi laughed, mirthless. Now bracketed by arching wisteria, in a tunnel to the door, he hammered his fist on dark wood, turning his back to you.

"Yeah, alright kid, the circus called--"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Shinazugawa--"

"--yeah, yeah, they want their clown back--"

The pair of you were too busy bickering, sniping and biting, to thank the elderly woman who let you in. She rubbed a single wizened hand down her face.

As you stormed away to the baths, the old woman caught Sanemi, saying something to him that made him spit feathers, apoplectic and vengeful. You didn't care to listen, and instead shut the sliding door, sunk yourself into the awaiting hot bath, and stuck your head briefly underwater to scream.

Somewhat calmed, but still brittle and fractious, you encased your body in a fine white robe, leaving your clothes aside to be de-bloodied by the house staff. Stepping out, you were greeted by the old woman who had welcomed you inside.

"Come along, dear. It's a good thing you two are married, I only had one room--"

You frowned, uncertain, and about to open your mouth to argue back before being unceremoniously shoved into a room, the woman a little too eager to escape from you before you could throw vitriol at her.

You turned on the spot, flustered, in a handsome traditional room. A large, squashy bedroll lay upon the floor...and Sanemi sat upon it, looking pugnacious and nonchalant.

"...get out of my fucking room, Shina--"

"Shut the fuck up. It's our room for the night."

You faltered, short-circuiting and drawing your robe closer to yourself, feeling so naked. Sanemi continued, stripping his uniform top off, throwing it aside. You felt yourself flush hot from head to toes, despite yourself, at his chest and back, all hewn stone and sculpture. He still didn't look at you as he continued.

"They only had one room. They were about to turn us away, so I convinced them we're married. You're welcome."

You fizzlecracked with rage, burning with mortification.

"You? Married to you?"

Sanemi bristled, offended. "What the fuck's that supposed to mean--"

"Oooo I'm your little wifey now am I? Lucky little Sanemi, so fortunate to have such a lovely wife protecting him in battle--"

"--you are such a pain in the ass--"

"--I'll be your dutiful wife, shall I? Here, let me take your clothes, dear one, I shall wash them--"

Sanemi stood slowly now, his shoulders hunched beneath something dark, approaching you like a tiger on the hunt. You continued your relentless mockery, furious at having to share a room with him, as if you could hide how badly you dreamed of him at night, when you weren't tearing each other to shreds--

"--cook meals for you, rub your shoulders and listen to all your woes. Such a perfect little wife--"

You felt yourself shoved back to the wall, squeaking as Sanemi's sweat and blood filled your nose. One strong hand clamped over your mouth, a forearm planted above your head. He panted, seething under your constant barrage of abuse.

His voice was so low, you could barely hear but for the tickle of his breath on your neck, and you shivered to feel him lock you in place, planting a knee between your legs.

"Yeah. That's it. You'll be my little wife. And I'll be your doting husband...if you don't want to sleep in the fucking forest for the night."

You trembled, raising your hands to press weakly at his chest, certain you couldn't hide it now, the longing behind the mockery--

Sanemi didn't move, a shudder running through him as your palms grazed against his nipples. His voice continued, gravelly under the strain of your plush body, caged against his.

"I'll listen to you tell me about your day...and I'll be interested, too. I'll actually listen."

You felt a blush smatter across your breasts, barely contained by your robe and not unnoticed by Sanemi as he continued.

"I'll tell you I missed you...and you'll take the piss out of me like always, but it's just because you missed me too and can't find the words to say it."

Your breaths came hot and fast, tear-filled eyes glimmering up at him as he deconstructed you, foreplay through playing house.

"And I'll pull you close...much closer than this...more like this--" Sanemi pressed his whole body flush to yours, and you groaned. Sanemi caught it in his palm, feeling his cock harden against his thigh at you, trapped like a little rabbit beneath him.

"And I'll kiss you...until you're squirming, and begging me for more. And I'm a devoted husband, so I'll undo your robe...and slip my hands inside to squeeze you so hard, you bruise, until you're all wet and peachy for me..."

Your head swam, feeling yourself wetten as if by some Pavlovian magic. You clamped your thighs around Sanemi's knee, his eyes dark to feel the heat of your empty core against him.

"...and I'll get you ready with my fingers...'cos I'm big, y'know? And you're great at taking me...but I like to feel your cunt shaking around my hand, while I fuck you with it."

Your fingernails pressed crescents into his pecs, now, supple and pliable against the wall as he fucked the fight out of you with his words, all this time just tearing each other to shreds just to avoid telling him and now what for if it never worked all along were you always so fucking obvious--

"And then...I'll use some of that soaking little pussy cream to cover my cock, jack it off it a few times to get it ready for you, but I'll lick the rest off 'cos I know you like that--"

You moaned into Sanemi's palm, squirming hard enough to free one breast, and Sanemi cursed under his breath, his voice rough and wavering as he drank down your trembling curves.

"...and 'cos I'm your husband...I'll fuck into you all at once. And I'll fuck you, and fuck you, until you're yelling out my name, but it won't be Shinazugawa anymore 'cos that's your name, too, wife, it'll be Sanemi instead...or something like that, anyway, 'cos I'll be honest, you'll be too fucked out to talk properly when my cock's splitting you in half. Finally. A way to shut that fucking potty mouth of yours."

Your hands trailed up his chest, beginning to wrap around his neck, involuntarily rubbing your clit over his knee with a shaking moan, throbbing with the promise--

Sanemi released you, stepping away abruptly, leaving you cold and gasping and wet against the wall.

"As your husband, anyway. Not that I am. So shut the fuck up...and go to bed."

You sunk to the floor, stunned and speechless, unable to form a single comeback. You gasped up at Sanemi, his back to you as he undid his hakama. His head, all ruffled white spikes, came up once more with an ah! of realisation, and he shot his final, critical hit.

"...and I'd cum inside you. Obviously. Doting husbands like you all round and pretty and full of their seed, right?"

[gonzodangerfeels]

Rip to my old Donkey Kong Jr

The little box got fucked up

I tried using the tools from the kitchen drawer but it was an unsuccessful overaction

[lopsicle]

••Everyone Wears A Costume••

TickleTober Day 21: Costume

Characters: Lee! Double Trouble, Ler! Glimmer

Summary: While Double Trouble is held captive at Bright Moon, Glimmer decides on a different method of interrogating her prisoner.

Warnings: SFW Tickle Fic, Non-Con Tickles.

Double Trouble's time at Bright Moon had been unsuccessful, for both them and their captors. Being captured at all was obviously undesirable for the shapeshifter, but their captors had proved very, very annoying. Adora and Glimmer were constantly at each other's throats with Bow caught between them, Mermista had been sitting in a bath tub, depressed while devouring tubs of ice cream. They'd been excited to meet this Entrapta character that Catra had mentioned, only to have learned that was a lie. All they could do was sit around in their very lovely prison, shooting taunts at their imprisoners to pass the time.

And for the residents of Bright Moon, Double Trouble was nothing more than an uncooperative nuisance, not willing to give up any information about the Horde. Glimmer had suggested using more...practical means of getting them to talk, only to be promptly shut down by Adora, much to both of their irritation. Since doing anything to harm Double Trouble was out of the picture, and that Shadow Weaver's teachings were slow at helping Glimmer, she began thinking of another method to get them to talk.

Glimmer entered the lavish dining room where Double Trouble was kept, sealed within a magical circle in the centre of the room. They were draped over a velvet couch, their long legs hanging over the arm of the couch. They perked up a little at Glimmer's entrance, smiling cockily at her.

"Ah, Sparkles, what an unpleasant surprise. Here to bother me with more of your failed magic?" They let out a little giggle at the word failed, though it just caused Glimmer's stare to harden before she took in a deep breath.

"No, actually, I thought of a better way to bother you." Glimmer smirked, approaching Double Trouble who sat up with curiosity.

"Really, what's that? Gonna call in your little blond friend to argue with in front of me? Ugh, please, I can hear you two through the walls, can you keep it down?" They smirked at her, remaining unfazed as Glimmer stepped through the mystical seal, standing before Double Trouble.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this." Glimmer declared with certainty that Double Trouble hadn't heard from her before, making them raise an eyebrow in curiosity before rising to their full height, staring down at Glimmer.

"Oh please, what are you gonna do Miss Friendship is Magic?" They taunted her once more, to which Glimmer looked up at them to meet their gaze.

"This." She responded simply before clasping Double Trouble's sides in her hands, vibrating her fingertips against their skin. Double Trouble made a sound akin to a dying bird and flinched back, falling back onto the couch leaving them at eye level with Glimmer. Double Trouble had been expecting something much more horrible or much more pathetic from Glimmer, given that living in the Crimson Waste for most of their life had really toughened them up. It was almost embarrassing that something as soft and silly as tickling finally got them to break composure.

"Ah! J-jehehez, I knew that ahahall of you wehehere incompetent but thihihis is a nehehew low, Spahaharkles." Still, they tried to keep up their bravado, even if they didn't look as imposing while giggling.

"Ugh, don't you ever shut up? You are going to stop belittling everything we do and actually be honest for once!" Glimmer exploded, their fingers digging into Double Trouble's torso and scratching about roughly.

"Hah, ahahahs if, prihihincess! Ihihits going to tahahke a lot mohohore thahahn your chihihldish gahahames to get me to breahahk my act!" Double Trouble smirked confidently, making Glimmer realise they were right. They weren't squirming or breaking down or even batting her hands away, they were just sitting there and taking it.

"Don't call it an act, this isn't some stupid play, its war!" Glimmer exclaimed, stomping her foot against the ground, getting more and more frustrated with Double Trouble by the second, who was finding this increasingly amusing.

"Everything I do ihihis an ahahact, juhuhuhust like how everyone wehehears a costume." Double Trouble recoiled away from Glimmer's touch, standing up off the couch and escaping her hands. She huffed in aggravation and turned to face them; they were standing so sure of themself as per usual.

"Take yourself for instance." Double Trouble's skin become silhouette-like, before appearing to melt down and then reform itself, shifting to take on Glimmer's appearance. She recoiled at the disturbing mirror, before reminding herself to keep it together.

"Your trying so desperately to be a good leader, aren't you? But, let's face facts, darling," Double Trouble approached Glimmer, who kept a stern, but combative expression on her face, like a dog acting out. "Your whole alliance is going down worse than Catra and Adora's friendship." Double Trouble flicked some of their new hair with pizzazz, about as pleased as a cat which just knocked a glass vase off of the counter.

"You are so annoying to deal with! You are talking about things you don't understand!" Glimmer whined defensively, taking a hold of Double Trouble's hips and squeezing them. Surprisingly, they shrieked and jumped back this time, seeming startled at their own reaction. It took Glimmer of guard for a second too, before a look of conniving realisation sparked in their eyes.

"Oh, I get it, you become as ticklish as the person you become, don't you?" Glimmer smirked, moving closer to her double who also stepped backwards until their back hit the transparent magical seal.

"It would appear that way, darling, real smart move to reveal your own weaknesses to me though." Glimmer, however, wasn't taking any of their teasing seriously anymore, simply reaching for her, and therefore Double Trouble's, death spot. She began kneading her fingers against their thighs, scribbling their hands about against the pudgy skin.

"H-HEHEHEHEHY-WHYHY ARE YOHOHOU SO DAHAHAHMN TIHIHIHCKLISH?!" Double Trouble screamed, having trouble adjusting to their new found sensitivity. Their composure broke instantly, keeling over and desperately trying to grab at Glimmer's hands. Unfortunately, she was a lot more coordinated than them and expertly swerved her hands away whenever they got close. Glimmer knew exactly how to press their buttons, suddenly starting to scratch at Double Trouble's inner thighs, causing them to lose their balance and fall on the floor, kicking their ticklish legs up in the air.

"What's the matter, DT? I thought you were too good for my childish games." She teased them, earning a whine from Double Trouble. She smirked in satisfaction and kept scritching and scratching away at their inner thighs, making them howl in laughter and buck their legs about in the air. A little idea buzzed into Double Trouble's head; they're only this ticklish because they shapeshifted into Glimmer, all they have to do is shift into someone else! With little time to think, Double Trouble quickly shifted into someone else from the Princess Alliance, the first person that popped into their head, Bow. Glimmer blushed for a brief moment at the change in view, before a new wave of confidence burst through them.

"Great move, genius, Bow's my best friend, I know where he's most ticklish." With pride, her fingers slid to Double Trouble's waistline, delivering light but sharp jabs against the sensitive stretch of skin. The goosing made Double Trouble scream and twist about on the floor, wrapping their arms around their torso in a protective hug while trying to unsuccessfully flip themselves onto their hyper sensitive stomach.

"G-GLIMMER, IHIHISN'T THIS A WAHAHR CRIHIHME OR SOMETHING?!" Double Trouble screamed, praying that just about anything would save them from this fate. Glimmer just tutted and shook her head.

"Shadow Weaver has it on good authority that it is not, and she seems like she'd know something like that." Glimmer responded coolly, earning another whine of some mix of desperation and frustration from Double Trouble. There had to be at least one person in this cursed castle that wasn't ticklish, right? Frantically, they began shifting their form once again, landing on a familiar blond sight, donning a red jacket with white pants. Adora. Glimmer's eyes narrowed in a mix of motion, but she kept up her costume, retaining her bravado.

"Not gonna work either, DT, I got Adora's spots down too." She teased, quickly straddling their waist before plunging her fingers into Double Trouble's ribs, scratching against the delicate bones. They pounded their heels against the floor, covering their face with their hands and gripping onto their scalp so, so tightly.

"GLIHIHIHMMER, QUIHIHIHIT IHIHT!! WHYHYH ARE YOHOHOU AHAHAHLL SOHOHOHO TIHIHHICKLISH?! JUHUHUST STOHOHOP, IHIHI'LL PAHAHAHY YOHOHU!" That offer just made Glimmer realise how much progress she had made with her previously stuborn prisoner, only encouraging them to scrape against their ribs even faster.

"You and I both know the only thing I'm interested in being paid in is information. Go on, tell me all about the Horde's plans, I'm alllll ears." She prompted them, but surprisingly, Double Trouble still shook their head, mostly because their loyalty had been brought out by the Horde and partly because of some misplaced affection for Catra.

"I-I'M GOHOHOHOHNNA PAHAHAHASS OHOHOHOHUT!!" Double Trouble announced triumphantly, all their shifting had ended up really tuckering them out, and Glimmer's constant, intense ticklish barrage. Glimmer looked into their drained eyes, realising that they had gotten them to tell the truth. Finally. It was a start, she thought to herself. Double Trouble breathed a sigh of relief as they felt her touch leaving their body, panting for breath.

"Fine, if you can't handle my childish interrogation tactics, I guess we'll call this a draw." She annouced, hoisting Double Trouble up back onto their couch, which they lazily flopped onto, burying their face in one of the soft pillows.

"I can respect that judgement, darling." They offered, not wanting to snap back and potentially anger Glimmer even more. They'd had just about enough tickles for a lifetime after that, but Glimmer still seemed like they were just getting started.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(Genshin Impact) Giving Headpats to Furina, Lynette, Arlecchino, Chiori, Lumine, Jean, Eula, Noelle, Ayaka, Sara, Yae, Shenhe, and Xianyun

No one requested this, as for the reason this post exists, the only thing I can give you is this image:

Furina freezes up the moment she feels S/O's hand pick up her hat, only to ruffle her hair.

She squawks for just a moment, quickly blushing and pouting as Furina yanks her hat down.

(Furina) "D-Don't just start patting me out of nowhere!"

Crossing her arms, she looks away, trying to not look bothered about the whole affair.

She finds it highly embarrassing. At least in public.

The moment they're alone and she feels their hand, she closes her eyes and completely relaxes, humming in content.

There's still a blush on her, but it's far more subdued unless S/O starts teasing her about it.

Lynette does not like just anyone rubbing her head due to her cat-like features.

In public, the top of her head in general is completely off limits.

But if it's just her and S/O at home, then she allows it.

In fact, when S/O's hand starts petting her head, she leans into them completely as her eyes close, just like an actual cat.

Her ears twitch a little, but her tail swishes left and right happily.

If they stop too early, Lynette's eyes slowly open and looks at them expectantly.

(Lynette) "...Why did you stop?"

Feeling the warm of their hand allowed Lynette to rest comfortably, and to space out to her heart's content.

Arlecchino did the same thing to comfort many of the children at the Hearth.

Yet she didn't know what to do when S/O did the same, feeling her hair slightly ruffled.

If her S/O was taller (in which case "Dude, you look huge"), she really wouldn't comment on the height difference, but if they were shorter, THEN she'd be surprised they would even attempt it.

Arlecchino doesn't care if it's in private or public, but she would care if they did so in front of her kids.

Because then they'd see that she has someone that can make her comfortable too, which in turn makes them happy.

Seeing their father cared for puts them at ease, making Arlecchino thankful in her own way.

But as for the action itself: she would just talk to them in her usual tone, though with a bit of a "threat" lying underneath.

(Arlecchino) "Did you wish for me to pat your head too, S/O? I might be rougher with you than the others."

Chiori raises an eyerbrow.

(Chiori) "S/O, what are you doing?"

Once they explain themselves, Chiori can't help roll her eyes.

(Chiori) "Did you expect me to get all flustered from that? Psh, it'll take a little more than messing up my hair to do that. Speaking of which, can you fix it for me? I'm a little busy here."

She finds it cute, yeah, but it's not that big of a deal.

Plus, she finds it weird.

Who just goes around, patting their girlfriends' heads unprompted?

Oh well, it's not like this was particularly harmful, so Chiori lets it slide.

But if they do that in front of customers or in public, S/O is dead.

Lumine's body stiffens when S/O's hand ruffles her hair lovingly, before she quickly giggles.

(Lumine) "Hey, stand still!"

She quickly does the same back, though her retaliation is far more playful and destructive.

S/O's hair is an absolute mess now, Lumine giving a cheeky grin back.

(Lumine) "There, now you look better than before!"

It does not take long for the situation to quickly devolve into a tickle fight with both of them on the bed laughing.

Jean takes a moment to register what S/O is doing, but after a few seconds she smiles.

Jean lets her shoulders drop, feeling more at ease by the second.

So this is how Barbara and Klee felt when she did the same.

(Jean) "Your hand feels quite nice, S/O..."

She doesn't realize her own flushed cheeks as her vision becomes slightly hazed with her affection.

If anything, she feels a little sad everytime they pull back.

It was such a relaxing sensation, and honestly made her feel a little sleepy.

Eula's head feels a bit colder to the touch, but her body is rapidly heating up, especially her face.

(Eula) "What do you think you're doing, S/O?"

Hearing their answer, Eula pauses for a moment before responding.

(Eula) "Next time, you should ask for permission instead of rubbing my hair like I'm some sort of child...I don't recall asking you to stop either."

In classic Eula fashion, she doesn't tell them directly that she loves the feeling of their hands.

But she'd be damned if she was going to admit something so embarrassing.

Noelle feels a mixture of pride and embarrassment everytime S/O pats her on the head.

On one hand it felt quite nice, and the gesture was very sweet!

But it made her feel a little childish.

She never voiced her latter feelings aloud, because it still made her flustered all the same.

(Noelle) "A-Ah...Um, thank you, S/O...!"

It made her want to do her best everytime just so she could receive such affection, and made sure to do it back to them!

But with her strength, she accidentally completely dishevels their hair.

Before promptly fixing it in nearly an instant with her skills as a dutiful maid!

Ayaka exhales deeply, any words she had completely fading away in bliss.

These were the kinds of moments Ayaka longed for, to simply share affection with a lover of her own.

It made her feel quite normal as opposed to the prim and proper noblewoman she was forced to be.

(Ayaka) "If I may be selfish for a moment, might I ask for you to continue...?"

She'd be a little embarrassed asking for more, but her shame vanishes the moment she feels their hand on her head again.

Ayaka is too shy to initiate the headpatting on her own, most of the time having her hand almost reach her S/O's head before pulling away last second.

Sara flinches and leans away from S/O on instinct.

(Sara) "What are you-...M-My apologies, I was just not expecting you to..."

Her hand fidgets for a moment before Sara lets out a sigh.

(Sara) "If you wanted to touch my hair, you can just ask."

Now that she was actually ready for S/O, she enjoyed the feeling of their fingers brushing against her hair.

It was relaxing as she let down her guard and enjoyed the physical affection.

Needless to say, Sara absolutely did not want S/O to do this in public.

Seeing Inazuma's general get pat on the head so lovingly would obliterate her image.

Yae smirks as she leans her head closer to them, not saying a word at first.

Her ears twitch for just a moment as she opens her mouth to speak.

(Yae) "Well, does my hair feel nice, S/O?"

And before S/O knows it, her tail wrapped around their waist before bringing them closer and her the back of her head is resting on their lap.

Yae's hand waves nonchalantly, and her tone growing increasingly ever more teasing.

(Yae) "I expect to be pampered properly, S/O. You can't leave a job half-finished after all!"

Now, Yae expects S/O to tend to her hair, in public or private, she doesn't really care.

As long as there were some good reactions from S/O both was fine, though in public tended to provide the funniest result.

...Oh, and their hands did feel nice. But she'd figure it'd be more entertaining to let S/O figure that one out themselves.

Shenhe knows this feeling well.

Cloud Retainer did the same thing whenever she meant to comfort her.

And of course, the feeling is much of the same when S/O does it to her.

WIth zero shame or hesitation, she closes her eyes and the corners of her lips grow into some semblance of a smile.

(Shenhe) "Your hands are soft, S/O...They feel good."

Instead of leaning into them, she grabs their entire arm and has their hand stay stuck in place.

But Shenhe is careful enough to not hurt them during the process.

She opens her eyes and calmly asks them:

(Shenhe) "Can you keep your hand in place for a little longer?"

Xianyun had provided much of the same comfort to all her disciples before.

But never has anyone attempted to pat her head.

So when she feels S/O's hands do the same motion, she is stunned for a few moments.

Clearing her throat and adjusting her glasses, she puts on the best poker face she can.

(Xianyun) "W-Why did you feel the need to rub One's head, One is not feeling upset."

...The blush on her cheeks gave her feelings completely away, if the stutter didn't already do that.

Xianyun is far too proud to admit that headpat made her heart skip, and she would refuse to ever do so.

A mortal patting an Adeptus' head? Absolutely ridiculous!

...She wanted S/O to do that again.

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

HBCU CONFESSIONS.

Part Three

Valencia: You ready?

Erik: You wanna come down to my room? I’m almost finished, I just hopped out of the shower.

Valencia stood in front of a mirror propped up against her side of the dorm room. The idea of going to Erik’s room excited her. Biting down on her bottom lip, Valencia quickly typed a reply.

Valencia: Of course ☺️

She checked out her attire one last time. That yellow dress on her body was sure to have Erik’s attention. At least that’s what the blog said.

-Erik loves sundresses or anything showing off legs and hugging curves. Bonus points to bold colors that pop against brown skin ☺️

Valencia grabbed her black crossbody bag from her bed and she left her dorm room. She shut the door softly, waiting until a group of students talking closely together walked by. The RA dorm room was at the very end of the hall near the bathrooms. Valencia walked down the hall, keeping a lookout for anyone who would be spying on her. Not that anyone really gave a fuck. Rochelle was messing around with a few male students regularly.

Her footsteps came to a halt in front of his door. Valencia raised a fist and knocked with uncertainty. Valencia withdrew her hand and fiddled with her bag. She rocked back and forth on her heels, clicked her tongue, looked from one end of the hall to the other. The door opened and Erik peeked his head out, smirking at her. She could tell that he was trying to conceal himself. Was he—

“Come in.”

The door opened enough to let her in. Valencia’s eyes scanned the room first and then they landed on Erik. She had to close her mouth before she drooled down her chin. If there was a word to collectively describe how delicious he looked at the moment, Valencia would say it. His locs were flesh against his forehead. His skin was glistening and moisturized. He was shirtless with a single gold cross chain hanging between his pecs. His jeans hung low on his hips teasing her.

“I…hello.”

Erik chuckles, “Let me grab a T-shirt and we can head out, okay?”

“Uh-huh…”

Erik turned to grab a folded white T-shirt from his bed. He didn’t take his eyes off of Valencia as he pulled the T-shirt over his head. She peeled her eyes away to look around the room. She had to calm herself down because it was getting heated. Her skin was flushed, body temperature increased, breathing rapid. She noticed a pair of gold boots haphazardly placed in a corner near his closet.

“You ready?”

Valencia’s cafe noir eyes fell on Erik. He was fully dressed now, holding a denim jacket in his hand.

“I figured we could go to this bomb ass diner I found about a week ago. Best milkshakes I ever had.”

“Is it Macky’s Diner?”

“It is,” Erik smirked at her, “Damn…”

“Wha—what?”

“You. That’s what.”

Erik moved closer, literally standing over her to the point where he had to crane his neck. Valencia’s eyelids fluttered and she looked up at Erik through her lashes. She dropped her eyes to his lips, then his neck.

“This color on you…”

Valencia blushed, “You like it?”

“It’s one of my favorites.” Erik gave her a lop-sided grin.

His hand reached down to twirl one of her braids around his finger. Valencia’s sharp intake of breath didn’t go unnoticed to Erik.

“You got some explaining to do, baby girl.” Erik said with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Oh,” Valencia giggles, “The picture…”

Erik tilted his head and looked at her.

“The one with your face down and ass up. Yeah, that picture.”

Valencia was shrinking beneath his gaze. A nervous feeling tickled her belly. She tried to come up with a remark in her head.

“No need to be all coy about it.” Erik laughs.

“I—I thought you might want to have something to look at when…when I’m not around. So you don’t forget about me.”

Her small voice, timid yet sexy eyes, and voluptuous lips had Erik in the strongest chokehold. He had the biggest crush on her in two days time.

“I couldn’t forget you even if I tried.”

Erik’s hand reached past Valencia and turned the doorknob. Her beautiful smile at his words warmed his heart. Valencia turned her back towards Erik and he used his hand to hold the door open so she could walk out. She stood back and watched Erik shut and lock his door before they walked down the hall side by side.

The lounge area was surprisingly empty. They took the elevators down and Erik walked ahead to hold the door for Valencia. He shocked her by gripping her dainty hand in his much larger one. She looked from their hands to his face and nibbled on the corner of her bottom lip to fight the urge to smile hard. Holding his hand made he blush uncontrollably.

They finally made it to Erik’s car. He released Valencia’s hand to open the door for her. She lowered herself into the seat, the smell of mahogany teakwood filling her nose. The leather seats were warm against the back of her legs since his car was within a shaded area. It was clean inside minus a gym bag tossed in the backseat. She secured herself while Erik slipped into the drivers seat. When he turned on his car, the car vibrated from the music Erik was listening to on max. The Scotts by Travis Scott ft. Kid Cudi filled the interior of the all black Hellcat Challenger. Even in low throttle, the supercharge whine was the best automotive sound Valencia ever heard. She felt like she was in a race car.

Erik turned his music down a little, laughing at the expression on Valencia’s face. One hand whipping, Erik sat his other hand on Valencia’s thigh. Die Young by Roddy Ricch was next on Erik’s playlist. She loved trap music. Her own playlist would probably shock Erik. He started stroking her thigh and Valencia had to distract herself with fixing her hair in the mirror so she wouldn’t shudder.

“We’re five minutes away.” Erik said.

_________

They walked into the diner hand-in-hand. They came in at the best time. The hostess led them to a booth seat right next to the window. Valencia sat across from Erik and two seconds later, their waiter, a stout, curvy black woman with cropped curls came over to their table.

“Hello. What can I get you to drink?”

Erik stroked his soul patch down to his goatee in deep thought.

“I’ll do a cookies and cream milkshake. No Cherry with extra Oreo.”

“Okay. And you?”

“Can I have the same please? And a water.”

“I’ll have a water as well.” Erik added.

“Alright. I’ll be back with your drinks.”

The waiter sauntered away. Valencia scanned the diner, avoiding Erik’s gaze because he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. She placed a hand over her belly to calm the butterflies. She really needed to relax.

“Are you enjoying the date so far?” Erik questioned, breaking the ice.

Valencia finally looked at him. She gave him a warm smile.

“Yes. I’ve never been on a date before so…”

“Really?”

Erik furrowed his brows at her in disbelief.

“My ex before college never asked me. A guy I was talking to during my sophomore year stood me up. And Isaiah—that was a mistake. Pretty much no experience in what it would be like until now.”

Valencia shrank in her seat. She started overthinking again. Her inexperience probably turned him off. Once again, she was proven wrong.

“Here are your drinks…”

The waiter who Valencia recognized to be Pam from her name badge— she didn’t give them her name—sat their drinks down.

“Ready to order?” She clicked her pen.

Erik motioned for Valencia to go first. She was so distracted by Erik she hadn’t even looked the menu over. She opened her menu and skimmed.

“Okay…I’ll do a cheeseburger with french fries. Extra salt and pepper on the fries please.”

The waiter jotted that down and turned her eyes onto Erik.

“I’ll do the same but make it a double cheeseburger.”

Both of them handed their menus over. Pam walked away to put their orders in.

“…To respond to what you said, they didn’t deserve you. I’m happy to be your first date though.”

Erik smirked at her causing his dimples to pop.

“…And don’t feel ashamed of your inexperience. Ever.”

“Thank you,” Valencia hunched her shoulders and blushed.

“You’re a swimmer? I noticed the bathing suit you had on beneath your shorts today had the school logo on it.”

“I do! I’m on the swim team. Swimming is a real passion of mine. I’m not looking to go pro or anything like that. I’m amongst a few family members of mine who can actually swim.”

Erik nodded his head, “I love to swim myself. Haven’t been in a while. I used to go night swimming in the pool at TSU. I was cool with the coach at the time. Now, since I’m a TA, I can just badge right in.”

“Hm,” Valencia drew in a slow breath, “What else do you like to do?”

Erik looked away and down at his hands on the table he smirked to himself.

“I really enjoy poetry. I used to write my own and recite it at Poetry Live. Most of my work is sexual. Anyone can talk dirty, but there’s an art to painting erotic images in another’s mind…”

Valencia didn’t know if there was even a kink to describe what Erik was explaining to her. If it is, she may have discovered a new kink of hers. She rested her chin into her hand and focused on him.

“…Whether it’s my warm voice whispering into someone’s ear, or amplified. Through words I can arouse a reader. I just think that’s powerful.”

Silence filled the space between them while they enjoyed their shake. Erik licked his lips and then he started talking again.

“Words may be primitive shapes, or puffs of spoken air, but a mind can transform them into a force of thrilling potency. It imbues them with a sexual power. Our mighty mental engines are voracious, they yearn for novelty, new instructions to drive the looms of our imagination to weave stunning new patterns…”

Valencia gawked at Erik. He chuckled.

“I can be very eloquent when I choose to be.”

“I can see that,” Valencia giggles.

The waiter returned with their food. Valencia’s eyes widened at the portions. She wasn’t going to finish all of that. Erik and her reached for the ketchup at the same time. They both laughed and then Erik passed her the ketchup first. Valencia ate her fries while thinking of something risky to do to tease Erik. She was taking advice from the blog earlier after sharing that she would be going on a lunch date.

-You should tease him some more. Maybe eat your food in a sexy way. Slow, make noises.

Valencia grabbed a fry and when Erik glanced over at her she bit down on her fry slowly, drawing it into her mouth with her tongue. Erik rolled his lips, his dimples deep in his cheeks.

“Mm, that is so good,” Valencia closed her eyes, “Mmm…I love French fries.”

“I can tell.” Erik laughs.

Valencia paused, a nervous chuckle escaping her mouth. She sat her fry down and rubbed the back of her neck in embarrassment.

Remind me to never do that again, she thought.

“So, how long have you had a thing for me?”

Valencia darted her eyes across the table at Erik like she’d been caught. Erik laughed with all his teeth.

“What makes you think I have a thing for you?” Valencia quipped.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Erik spoke sarcastically, “The constant blushing. The way you can’t even look me in the eye.”

Valencia rolled her eyes. She looked away and back to her food.

“How long?”

“Months…”

She swirled a french fry in ketchup.

“I wish I would have known. I’m glad I do now.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m feeling you too. I’ve seen you around campus. I’ve peeped you out for a while now.”

“…what?”

Valencia gave Erik an incredulous look.

“Yeah. Might as well throw it out there. I didn’t wanna make it obvious because I saw you with Isaiah. I didn’t think you were available. Probably thought I was too old for you or some shit…”

Valencia could not believe it. Erik had been interested in her this entire time?

“Are you being serious?”

Erik chuckled.

“Erik?”

“Yeah, I’m serious. Why would you think that I wouldn’t? You’re gorgeous.”

Valencia turned her face away, giggling. She covered her mouth to contain her laughter. They went back to eating their food and the entire time, Erik would look over at her and Valencia would look up at him. Her foot brushed against Erik’s beneath the table and she held her breath when Erik did the same to her but intentionally. Valencia clenched her thighs together to calm the throbbing between her legs.

“I was thinking we could hit up this black-owned library before going back to campus. Is that cool?”

Valencia bobbed her head, “I’m down.”

_________

Ding.

The bell alerted to their arrival. Valencia loved the smell of a library. It’s a combination of grassy notes with a tang of acids and a hint of vanilla over an underlying mustiness. A customer slipped past them after purchasing a book. The cashier looked up at them and gave them a welcoming smile.

“I’m Simone. Let me know if you need anything.”

Erik and Valencia thanked her. Everything was neatly placed and organized. Hand in Erik’s, he led her to the back of the library, and between two stacks beneath a low ambiance.

“This is where I find the best poetry.”

Erik released her hand and he walked up to the shelf to his left first. His thick, pointer finger moved from book-to-book. Valencia followed him, her eyes scanning the books. There was one sticking out from its spot so she paused, grabbling it from in between just so she could read the front cover.

“Verbal Stimulation: An Intimate Collection of Poetry. Sounds promising.” Valencia whispered.

Erik turned towards Valencia. He studied the front cover of the book.

“I’ve read this one…actually, I think I may have this…”

Valencia handed him the book. Erik opened it, turning the pages a few times before he found one that he really liked. Valencia leaned her shoulder against the shelf, veering closer to Erik. He cleared his throat and his voice took on a much lower timbre.

“i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite new a thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones,and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which i will

again…and again…and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you.”

Erik looked down at Valencia and a smile slowly crept up his lips.

“E.E. Cummings. He writes a lot of erotically charged love poetry celebrating self-love and the excitement of a love affair.” Erik informed Valencia.

“I liked that one.” She replied with a hushed tone and tempting eyes.

Erik placed the book back on the shelf and they continued down the aisle. His footsteps paused again when he’d noticed another book.

“This one is Pablo Neruda. One of his books…”

“Can you read to me again?” Valencia pleaded.

Erik gave her a once over with a smirk. He opened the book to the first poem.

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.”

The more he recited poetry to her, the more her panties grew wet. Erik noticed, and he inched closer to Valencia. She placed her back against the shelf and Erik loomed closer, his chest almost touching hers.

“Isaiah called you poet…”

Erik’s eyes danced over her face. Valencia’s eyelids fluttered.

“We have nicknames. Poet is one of my nicknames. My brothers know that I’m a man of words. They used to crack jokes until they realized that my words had an effect on women. They didn’t have much to say then.”

Valencia tucked her chin and quietly giggled.

“Well, I like the nickname,” Valencia looked up at Erik shyly, “Can I call you Poet?”

“If you want,” Erik licked his lips, “You can call me anything you want…”

Erik’s face drew closer to Valencia’s. She released a shaky breath. A tickle crept over her skin when he pressed his lips against her ear.

“I have another one I think you’ll like. It’s one of my favorites…”

“O—Okay,” Valencia shivered.

“Like one slutty little horny slave

listening to her master.. she behaves

he mind keeping hidden what she craves

one hard black dick her pussy loving raves…”

Valencia closed her eyes. Her hands came up to rest on Erik’s chest. She could feel his hands on her waist now. He drew circles with his fingertips, eliciting a whimper.

“I want to unleash on to you

Not out of love but because you know how to receive

Teeth digging into your fair fragile skin, rupturing

I feel hunger ever more

Your little wet mouth lingering in obedience yet I strike with punishment

Feeling your breath withdraw under the pressure of my hand wrapped around your throat…”

His hands leisurely smoothed up her waist until his hands were flush against her back. Valencia slowly opened her eyes and Erik was staring down at her through his gold-rimmed glasses. Her glossy, full lips parted slightly and her eyes focused on his mouth as he recited erotic poetry to her.

“The sight of her makes my mouth drool

So tempting, so irresistible

I take her in my arms

I lick my lips in anticipation

Pulling back the cover

I gaze at her pretty pussy

I can’t wait to taste her pretty pussy

The flavor of her arousal so deeply embedded on my appendage.”

Valencia’s chest heaved up and down, her breasts pushing against Erik’s chest. Now, they were playing into her size kink. The way he crowded her space with his much bigger and stronger body made her phat pussy quiver. Erik used one hand to stroke her chin with his thumb while the other now took its place on her ass.

“Did you like that?” He whispered.

“Yes…”

Erik dropped his onyx eyes down to her lips. His top lip twitched slightly with anticipation to taste her juicy mouth.

“You have the most beautiful lips…”

“So do you.”

Erik smirked at her and then he inched closer. Valencia titled her chin up and closed her eyes. The moment his plump lips graced her full lips, a spark ignited within her. Her arms came up to wrap around his shoulders. She stood on her tip toes in her sandals. Erik wrapped a single arm around her waist. Their heads tilted to the left, both of their plump bottom lips sinking into each other like wet cushions. Erik sucked her lower lip into his mouth and dragged his teeth over it before using his tongue to trace the inside of her lip.

Valencia moaned softly into his mouth. Her dress hiked up beneath her ass, almost exposing her black thong. Their lips made moist, smacking noises. Both tongues hot and wet. Erik’s other hand squeezed Valencia’s buns, so much that her pussy opened up. The cool air of the library against her heated pussy caused her to moan.

“Mmmm…”

It was a mixture of a whimper and a moan. The sexiest fucking sound Erik had ever heard. He broke their kiss and his eyes scanned her body.

“That pussy wet?” He asked with a husky voice.

She nodded her head with a pout of her lip.

“Tell me that pussy wet…”

He dragged his tongue over her tongue.

“Tell daddy that pussy wet, baby…”

“…Daddy…my pussy is so wet…”

Valencia’s face was hot. She’d never been talked to like that. Ever. She couldn’t even believe she said it. Erik’s hand sat beneath the under cuff of her left cheek and he made it jiggle. She pressed her face against his chest, her shyness something she was unable to control.

“Can I touch that wet pussy?” He whispered.

Valencia nodded her head again, unable to meet his gaze. Erik didn’t force her to say it this time, only because he was so anxious to see and feel that wet puss for himself. He hadn’t been this excited and aroused in a long time. Valencia turned her back towards Erik and poked her butt out against his crotch.

Erik looked both ways to make sure there wasn’t anyone lurking. He could hear voices so he needed to make this quick. Erik brought a hand around and between her legs. The temperature there made him groan against her hair. Valencia braced herself on the shelf in front of her. Erik started off by stroking her pussy lips up and down through her panties. There was a heated damp spot right in between as if her panties were sitting right in the middle of her phat lips.

Using his middle finger, eyes still looking around, Erik stroked from the top of her pussy, all the way to the back. He did it a few more times before he pinched her pussy lips between his fingers. Valencia’s forehead fell forward and she quietly moaned. Erik did it again. His dick was twitching. He flicked her pussy lips with his fingers and in his mind he couldn’t believe how phat her pussy was.

“Damn, Valencia…”

Erik carefully slipped the crotch of her thong to the side. Valencia inhaled. They sat perfectly to the side and Erik didn’t waste time touching her. When the flesh of his fingers graced the flesh of her bald pussy, Erik exhaled a longing breath. He took his time stroking her outer lips. She had inner folds that poked out between her outer lips. Like a pretty flower. He was shocked when he’d noticed that she had a clit piercing.

“You got your clit pierced?” Erik whispered, his tone laced with shock and arousal.

Valencia chewed on her bottom lip.

“That’s not what I expected at all,” Erik chuckles.

“It’s a VCH. I got it a year ago—”

Erik used his fingers to spread her pussy open wide. He fingered her clit and Valencia almost shouted. He flicked her clit non-stop, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She had to bite down hard on her lip to control herself. He then used his middle and ring finger to circle her clit.

“Uhhhhh…”

Valencia almost pulled books from the shelves. Her inner thighs quaked. She could feel her nipples harden.

“Erik…”

“You’re right baby girl…this pussy is wet…”

Erik massaged her clit over and over and since it was so quiet in the library, Erik could hear her pussy making creamy noises.

“That pussy talking now…fuck…”

“It feels so good…” Valencia spoke with a hushed tone.

The smell of his cologne and the warmth of his body against her back had her dripping.

“I wanna feel it deeper, baby…”

She knew what he meant. She was a little nervous because all the times she’d been fingered by her ex, she never enjoyed it and always avoided it. Valencia relaxed her body, but her heart was racing. Two of Erik’s fingers sat at her entrance. She stilled her body with anticipation, gaining the courage to look back at Erik. The second her cafe noir eyes met his, those thick fingers were pushing up inside of her.

“Oh my gosh…”

He sank his fingers deep. He started stroking her spot.

“Daddy—”

Erik placed a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Her ass pressed into his crotch and she writhed against him. The sound of her pussy was so loud and obnoxious.

“You’re making too much noise…I know it feels good, baby, but you gotta stay quiet…”

The way he fingered her made her fall in love. He knew where to touch and stroke. She was clenching around his fingers. Uncontrollably. She could feel herself dripping down her inner thighs. His hand must be soaked. It had to be with the way he easily went in and out. His wrist didn’t get tired. His fingers didn’t cramp up. She mumbled something against his hand but her words were lost on him.

“This pussy is deep and fuckin’ wet…you lovin’ this shit…my mouth is drooling…”

Erik had to bite down on his lower lip. She gripped his fingers again and he could see her eyes crossing.

“I’m…”

She hung her head and pressed her face into her arm. Erik’s fingers sloshed in and out of that wet fucking pussy and when she climaxed it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. She fell back against him, reaching behind her to grip his arms. Her knees almost buckled and a thin layer of sweat made her mocha skin glisten. Erik’s fingers carefully withdrew from her pussy. Even though her panties were pushed to the side, the amount of creamy goodness that came from her stained them.

Erik looked down at his hand and his fingers were dripping wet and creamy. He could smell her pheromones, the scent of her pussy wafting his nose. She smelled amazing. Erik loved the smell of freshly fucked, horny, wet pussy. Bonus points if it’s clean, well taken care of pussy. Valencia turned and braced herself against the shelf. She stared up at Erik through her lashes with low, wanton eyes.

“You made a big ass mess…”

Valencia watched Erik suck on his fingers. He cleaned them off like it was a sweet treat. Her mouth dropped open in shock. He licked between his fingers, the palm of his hand, and sucked on his own lips to get any remnants of her onto his tongue. All while looking at her intently.

“Mm,” Erik licked his lips again, “You taste amazing.”

“T—Thank you.”

Come here so you can taste it…”

He curled his finger for her to come to him. She tilted her chin up.

“Stick your tongue out…”

Valencia did as she was told. Erik touched tongues with her and then they french kissed. Valencia whimpered into his mouth. She’d never tasted herself before. This was the nastiest thing and she loved it. Erik drew back to stare her in the eyes. He was so horny. His dick was fat and long between his legs.

“Take your panties off.” Erik commanded.

He wasn’t asking, he was telling.

“Right here?”

Erik chuckled, “You let me play in your pussy right here, didn’t you?”

Valencia giggled. He had a point.

“Okay…”

She slipped her hands beneath her dress. Valencia pulled her thong down and stepped out of it. She held her panties out in her palm for Erik. He snatched them and balled them up before placing it inside of his pocket.

“Mine…”

What was he going to do with fhem? Valencia felt a little self conscious. Used panties? Erik could sense her nervousness.

“Thank you for letting me touch you like that.”

Erik kissed her cheek softly. She smiled up at him and swayed from side to side.

“Thank you for making me fall in love with fingering. I’ve avoided it for so long because I didn’t like it when my ex would do it…he made it hurt.”

“It’s never supposed to hurt, ma. That nigga didn’t know what he was doing.”

Erik stroked her cheek with the side of his finger. She was so precious. It made him feel good that he was her first date and first great finger-fucking partner.

“I’ll show you what it’s like anytime you want. Whatever you want, I’ll show you. You have my number…”

Valencia swooned at his words. Erik couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her one last time before they left with one of his favorite poetry books for her to read. When the both of them appeared at the front of the store again, Valencia expected the cashier to mention how they’ve been gone for so long, but surprisingly enough, she simply smiled knowingly at them.

“Find everything okay?”

“Yes,” Erik replied.

She rung them up and they left hand-in-hand back to the dorms.

_________

Back at the dorms, Erik and Valencia stopped in front of her dorm room. She hesitated to enter, and Erik was reluctant to leave. The car ride over, Valencia would catch glimpses of Erik smelling his fingers. The reason for that is because his fingers found their way between her legs again. He’d only done it so he could smell and taste her. It was the most primal thing she’d ever seen. The recollection of her thong in his pocket turned her on and she pictured him smelling her panties. He even questioned if her STD panel was up to date and how often she got tested. Very mature and necessary considering the amount of unsafe sexual activity going on. They exchange info and that was the final green light to go further. And boy was Valencia thrilled about that.

“I’m not gonna lie…I wanna eat your pussy.”

His boldness was too much. She hid her face behind her hands, only for Erik to move her hands away.

“Your dorm or mines?”

Erik quirked a brow at her. He was dead serious.

“Uhm…we should go to yours. Only because I don’t know if Brielle is in there or not…”

“Smart.” Erik said.

He grabbed Valencia by the hand and led her down the hall. They made it to his room and he unlocked the door. They slipped inside quickly and Valencia sat down on his bed while Erik shut the door. He told her to get comfortable so she removed her sandals. She couldn’t believe this was about to happen. If Valencia had ever created a list of things she’d never done or things she’d had bad experiences with, pussy eating would be one of them. Her ex had little to no experience with it and Valencia didn’t care much for it. Isaiah was flat out terrible at it. So far, Erik had proven to her that he could easily change her mind so she wasn’t worried about his pussy eating skills. With a mouth like that, he better be a pussy monster.

The walls in the dorms are thin. Erik decided to put on a playlist of his from the TV in the dorm. He opened Apple Music and found a random rap song for background noise. One she hadn’t heard of but the beat was good. It was definitely something she would shake her ass to. Erik sat his jacket down and kicked off his shoes. Valencia watched him pull his shirt over his head and his abs flexed. One thing for sure, Isaiah has a nice body, but he wasn’t touching Erik.

He walked over to Valencia and climbed onto the bed. She backed up towards his pillow and giggled when he pounced her. They started off with a make out session again. Valencia opened her legs and rubbed her inner thighs along Erik’s waist. His kisses trailed down her neck while his hands pushed her knees back. He sat up on his knees and then his eyes dropped down to admire her pussy. It was smooth, wet, and phat. Pretty chocolate with a pink center. The VCH piercing popped against her flesh.

“The prettiest pussy.” Erik praised.

“Thank you,” Valencia looked away.

“Aight, rule number one, don’t look away while I eat it…”

“Yes sir,” She replied.

“Rule number two, don’t push my head away. I hate that shit. You want it, you take it.”

That scared her. Valencia didn’t know what she was in for.

“Lay back…”

Valencia relaxed against his pillow. She looked down at him, watching him lay flat against his abs. He kept her thighs pushed back and then without further ado, his tongue licked a long trail up her pussy. Valencia’s mouth opened. She locked eyes with Erik and he spread her lips before doing the same thing with his tongue to her inner folds. She curled her toes and fought to shut her eyes.

“Fuck,” She whispered.

This was a real challenge. Keeping eye contact while his tongue flicked, twirled, and glided all over her clit. He knew how to work that tongue on areas she didn’t know could feel so good. He made sure each spot got equal attention.

“Fuck, you taste so damn good…”

“Mhm,” Valencia nibbled on her bottom lip.

Erik planted kisses on her clit before those same lips started softly sucking. Valencia took in a sharp breath. Erik flicked his eyes up at her and then they rolled shut. Valencia threw her head back. Her legs were shaking like she had Parkinson’s. When he released her clit, they both stared at how stiff and swollen it was. This is the moment when Valencia knew she was in trouble. The VCH piercing made her clit extra sensitive. That’s why every time she used her vibrator, she could never last. Two minutes into masturbating and she was cumming.

Erik flicked her clit just a little and Valencia’s body jerked like she was doused with cold water.

“It’s too sensitive—”

Erik wasn’t trying to hear that. He started sucking again. His sucking this time was more like french kisses. Slurping sounds filled the room. He forced her thighs back harder now. He gave her another break, her clit popping out of his mouth.

“You gotta take it. Don’t keep this pussy away from me.”

His voice was huskier and it had Valencia in a trance.

“Okay, daddy.” She replied with a small voice.

He went back to munching. Valencia moaned loudly. The sweetest moans. She fought to close her thighs despite Erik’s words. Her body seizes and she clawed at the sheets. Her eyes almost rolled to the back of her head.

“Unh! Uhhhnnnn!”

She climaxed. Valencia couldn’t believe how hard she’d cum. He finally came up for air. His beard was soaked. Pupils dilated, he looked like a pussy eating savage. Valencia sat up and stared between her legs. She’d never known that her pussy could tremble but she watched it in real time. One look at Erik and she knew he wasn’t finished.

“Mm,” Valencia whimpered.

“Turn over and put that ass in the air.”

She moved towards the center of the bed and arched her back deep like she did in that photo. Erik stood behind her, shaking his head at how fucking beautiful her wide open pussy and ass looked from the back. Valencia peeked back at him. They locked eyes and then Erik whacked her ass with both hands. She flinched and moaned. He jiggled her cheeks while spreading them at the same time.

“This my pussy to play wit’ now. I better not find out you giving this up, hear me?”

“Yes, daddy.” Valencia replied.

“I’m not joking, girl…”

She knew he wasn’t. His tone alone told her that. And why would she? He’s the best she ever had.

Erik got down behind her and started slurping her from behind. The position and the way he did it felt more intense for Valencia. She curled her lower legs up and went flat against the bed, reaching behind to hold her ankles. Erik slapped her cheeks before continuing his feast. She moaned into the bed.

“Yes, daddy,” Valencia cried.

She started moving her hips with the motion of his eating. She felt her body shake out of control and she couldn’t hold her ankles any longer. Valencia moaned on a loop, falling onto her side on the bed. Erik tilted his head and ate that pussy from the side. She held her thigh back and pressed her face into her knee. She was shaking out of control.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t,” Valencia begged.

“Mm-mm,” Erik hummed into her pussy.

She felt herself squirt a little and Erik licked that up. His tongue would push inside of her, his lips would suck whatever he could, his saliva mixed with her juices added a sensation mixed with heat. It was amazing.

“So good…I…so good…I’m cummin’…I’m cummin…”

She almost closed Erik’s head between her thighs. He finally stopped and the visual with his messy locs and wet face was beyond sexy. Valencia rolled over onto her back and covered her face with her arm. Erik stood up and his jeans were hanging low on his hips. Valencia moved her arm away from her eyes and she stared openly at his print. What was he holding back in those jeans? A python? He was big. She sat up on her knees and reached out a hand to stroke him. Valencia gripped him and squeezed. That elicited a grunt from Erik.

“I can return the favor.” Valencia said.

“As much as I would love you to, I have to get ready for tonight…”

Time was lost on her. She hadn’t realized how late it was. Valencia tried to hide her disappointment but Erik caught her face in his grip and forced her to look up at him.

“I promise. Daddy will give you this dick tonight, baby. After the party, okay? I promise.”

Erik kissed her lips and Valencia stood up to fix herself. She still had to figure out what she was going to wear tonight and it always took her forever to do her makeup. She also needed another shower. Erik helped her with her shoes and then he walked her to the door. He grabbed her by the hand one last time, pulling her into another kiss. Valencia smiled against his mouth.

“I’ll see you later, aight?” Erik said.

“Okay.”

She waved goodbye and left his dorm room. Walking down the hall, Valencia squealed. This was probably the best day of her life so far. At her dorm, she opened the door and found Brielle sitting on her bed on her lap top.

“Where have you been all day?” Brielle pestered.

“Went for lunch, got some fresh air, that’s all…”

Valencia was happy that whatever had Brielle’s attention stopped her from noticing the big, goofy grin on her face.

“This blog is hilarious! Listen to this…I’m fucking my professor for an A in his class. He got me pregnant. I don’t want an abortion, but he has a wife and kids. The sad truth is, I know he wouldn’t leave his wife for me even though he complains about her having wack pussy. I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s wild! What school?”

“Morgan State.” Brielle replied.

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A Delta is, whatta AKI ain't. What a Zeta wanna be and whatta Sigma can't. What a Alpha likes, whatta Kappa loves. and whatta a Que Psi Phi can't get enough of. THAT IS A DELTA!!!!

Delta Sigma Theta kicked it off with their stroll through fhe party. Andrea lead the way proudly. Knuck if You Buck filled the party and everyone had their phones out recording the ladies. Body rolling and hands forming a pyramid. Their competitive chant had the other sororities, like AKA, dismissing them and rolling their eyes. The Kappas wolf-whistled, The Alphas watched with proud stances, and the Omegas shouted.

“Get it Get it.”

“AYE! AYE!”

“That’s right!”

The room was packed from wall to wall. It smelled like weed and sweat. Valencia took her place as a wall flower, dressed in a sparkly bandu with black high waisted jeans. She accessorized with large silver hoops and a layered chain necklace. Her braids were down her back and her face was beat to the gods. She added body glitter as a final touch to draw the look together. Brielle and Skai were on the dance floor, grinding all over each other. Cindy was there with her boyfriend who is a Kappa, chatting with him closely with drinks in their hands.

Dior was standing with the AKA’s she’s an AKA just like her sister Jeanette. It was too crowded to try and watch them do their entrance so Valencia stood back and waited for Erik to do his thing. The crowd erupted when AKA took over.

“SKEE-WEE!!! SKEE-WEE!!!!”

Valencia could see them a little from where she stood.

“A-L-P-H-A

K-A-P-P-A

A-L-P-H-A

Whooo those AKA's

An Ahhka is what a Delta ain't

What a Zeta couldn't

What a SGRho can't

What the Kappas like

What the Ques love

What APhiA can't get enough of us!!!!”

“Valencia, you okay?”

Cindy tapped her shoulder, startling Valencia. It was so loud she could hardly hear Cindy.

“I’m okay! You know how I get with crowds!”

“You wanna grab a drink?!”

That sounded good to Valencia. She nodded her head and grabbed Cindy’s hand. She led the way over to the open bar stock piled with alcohol. Valencia asked for a mixed drink with tequila. The bartender whipped something up for her and she sampled it to see if she liked it. It was strong but very good. Now that they were standing by the bar, Valencia could watch. The Zeta’s were doing their thing now.

“The men, the men, of Black and Gold

1-9-0-6 too cold, too cold

They came to a Zeta and they said to me

They said, ‘I’ll never be as COLD as a Z Phi B.’

The men, the men, of KAPsi

Phi Nu Pi ’til the day that they die

They came to a Zeta and they said to me

They said, ‘I’ll never be as PRETTY as a Z Phi B

The men, the men, of Q Psi Phi

Down dirty dogs ’til the day that they die

They came to a Zeta and they said to me

They said, ‘I’ll stop being NASTY for a Z Phi B!!!”

They performed a choppa style stroll that went so hard Valencia had to cheer them on. Her mother begged her to be a Zeta but she wasn’t interested in pledging.

“ALRIGHT LADIES!!!! LET THESE MEN DO THEIR THANG!”

The Que Dogs stepped up. They all wore skull masks in their colors to conceal their faces so Valencia didn’t know which one Erik was.

“FUCK IT UP!!!!”

Down in the valley, woh ohh ohh ohh!

There is a place that I long to go!

The name of this place rings in my ear!

Omega, Omega, Omega, Omegaaaaaaa!

Land of the Purple and the Gooooold ohhh!

Land of the Purple and the Gold!

They marched up with heavy stomps and enter-linked arms. The room was filled with flashlights from cellphones.

I kNEW THIS GIRL! (bruhs say Yeah)

SHE DATED AN ALPHA! (yeah)

HE BOUGHT HER A HOUSE! (yeah) HE BOUGHT HER A HOUSE!(yeah)

THE SAME GIRL! (yeah)

SHE DATED A SIGMA! (yeah)

HE BOUGHT HER A CAR! (yeah) HE BOUGHT HER A CAR! (yeah)

THE SAME GIRL! (yeah)

SHE DATED A KAPPA! (yeah)

HE BOUGHT HER A BLOAT! (yeah) HE BOUGHT HER A BOAT! (yeah)

THAT SAME GIRL! (yeah)

SHE DATED A QUE! (yeah)

HE GOT HER THE HOUSE, THE CAR, THE BOAT; AND THE PUSSY TOO! AND IM GON’ AIGHT! AIGHT! AND IM GONE AIGHT! AIGHT!

Valencia clapped and cheered with a big smile on her face. She recognized that voice. It had to be Erik leading that chant.

They circled each other, barking and howling. It was a turn on for sure. They finally removed their masks and tossed them to the side. Seeing Erik perform had Valencia feeling extra giddy.

The charismatic dance that included jumping, splits, torquing bodies in the air — it’s called “hopping” — is a very athletic show that requires extensive practice to get the mostly synchronized routines down. Those are the videos that pop up on social media, the group breaking out in a routine in the middle of a crowd. The bent just-so elbows and hands pointed at a specific angle — the pose to signify an Omega — that’s what overwhelmed the crowd. The tongue featured in nearly all of those photos — sticking out at odd angles, hanging down — that’s because people in the fraternity consider themselves “dogs.” Atomic Dogs.

The way Erik led the stroll had Valencia stunned. She wasn’t the only woman that felt that way. When they finished, the applause surrounding them was deafening. Erik dabbed up his brothers excitedly and even when they finished, they continued to bark and stick their tongues out savagely. That same tongue that was licking her pussy earlier. Erik scanned the crowd and he spotted Valencia. He made his way over towards her, Cindy watching with nosy eyes.

“Did you like our stroll?!”

“YEAH!” Valencia shouted.

“You look amazing,” Erik pulled her in, “You gon’ have all my attention now…”

Cindy gave her friend a look before slipping away to watch her man do his thing. Andrea cheered and jumped up and down when James stepped up to perform with his Kappa brothers. Erik stood behind Valencia with his arms wrapped around her waist while they watched. Valencia sipped from her solo cup, the tequila already making her tipsy. She scanned the room and noticed Dior and her older sister, Jeanette, watching her with hard eyes. Valencia gave them a strange look before Erik distracted her with his lips on her neck.

What is a nupe? Is it a name understood by few, used by many,and respected by all? Is a NUPE a man of Kappa third, a "son" Diggs second and a child of God first? Is a NUPE a Greek Step Shower, a Lady Mind Blower, and a Pretty Ass Bow Thrower? it is also ever man dreams to become one and every woman desire to have one beside her! It's what a Alpha wanna be and a Que Dawg aint. It's what a Sigma try to be and what an Iota aint.!! YO YO!

Erik threw up a fist to cheer his friend on. Others joined in as well. They finished and the Alphas did their thing. Valencia downed the rest of her drink and asked for a refill while Erik was on his second drink of the evening. He was drinking on Hennessy mixed with Hypnotic. A drink he said was nicknamed ‘Incredible Hulk’. When they finished their strolls, the party commenced.

The tequila gave Valencia some courage. She was bent over with her cup in her hand, shaking her ass on Erik’s crotch. He had his cup in one hand and his other hand on her spine, guiding her. He would roll his hips so she could feel his bulge. They weren’t the only ones getting down. D9 parties are known to be wild. Sex-filled and rowdy.

“Let me get you another drink…”

Valencia didn’t need another one but she agreed. Two drinks in and she was feeling loose. Erik disappeared with her cup and Valencia waited. Someone bumped her shoulder hard and she stumbled in her heels. A random girl with a big natural fro helped her and they both looked towards the direction of who did it. Valencia noticed Jeanette giving her a dirty look.

“BITCH!” Valencia yelled.

“What the fuck is her problem?” The girl questioned angrily.

“I don’t even know that bitch!”

One thing about Valencia, she can throw hands. Don’t let her shyness fool you. Erik returned with her drink and noticed the rage on her face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Some stupid bitch bumped me on purpose. I don’t even know this chick…”

Erik searched the room. Valencia took her drink and Erik leaned down to kiss her lips.

“I’ll be fine.” Valencia said.

“Come dance with me…”

They went to the dance floor again and her ass was on him again. Erik held her hand up while she expertly whined her hips. They locked eyes and Erik bit his lip at her. She loved seeing him in his glasses, but when he didn’t wear them she could really get a good look at his eyes. Dark and sexy. Erik pulled her up and he started touching all over her openly.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in here…so damn fine.”

Valencia blushes.

“Thank you, My Poet.”

“YA’LL READY TO GET NASTY?!!!”

“Ahhh shit,” Erik noticed his line brothers approaching him, “Here y’all niggas go!”

Valencia stepped to the side, laughing at Erik trying to fight off his friends playfully.

The crowd parted like the Red Sea and the woman that bumped Valencia started to perform for Erik. Erik looked her up and down with amusement. Valencia looked between them both, her smile replaced with a look of annoyance. The chick got up in Erik’s face and hopped up, wrapping her legs around him. The room got loud and wild. Valencia was almost knocked down. Granted, Erik wasn’t her man officially, but who the fuck did she think she was? Erik laughed and the sight of him laughing pissed Valencia off. He put her down and the bitch kissed him. Valencia turned to walk back to the bar. She was livid.

Valencia sat her cup down and shook her head. She tried to calm down. Maybe she was over exaggerating. She walked away so fast, she probably missed Erik telling the chick off. But still, it hurt a little. Valencia knew all too well about being cheated on and played with. It happened to her twice. If she was going to give Erik a chance, he needed to be honest and not lead her on.

“Valencia…”

She turned and came face to face with Dior.

“What is your girls problem?!” Valencia argued.

Dior snorted a laughter.

“That’s my sister Jeanette. I heard from Skai that you had a crush on him…too bad he’s not available, sis.”

“Let me guess, he’s dating your sister?”

“Yeah, pretty fucking much. That’s his ex. They broke up because he was going to the military. Now that he’s back, they’re tryna connect again.”

Valencia glared at Dior. She didn’t believe any of it.

“Don’t believe me? Go ask him then.”

Valencia looked towards the crowd She hesitated before turning her eyes back towards Dior.

“Why the fuck are you even telling me this? Because if it’s to piss me off it’s definitely working.” Valencia quipped.

“I just thought you should know. Better sooner than later, right? How would you feel if you found out about it later?”

“Girl, please. I can see right through you. I don’t want Isaiah, so why are you so mad? Give it up.”

Valencia walked away. She had to before she did something reckless. Plus, it wasn’t worth it. Erik wasn’t her man and she wasn’t going to fight over him. She’ll simply walk away, no big deal. One thing for certain, Valencia can move on and never look back.

She left that party as fast as she could.

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Fresh face and in pajamas, Valencia sat at the desk in her dorm, the only light coming from her laptop. The tequila had given her a headache. She massaged her temples while ignoring her phone. Erik had called and texted her, wondering where she was. She was in her feelings honestly and wanted nothing to do with him and that party. Maybe she needed to sleep it off. It hurt so bad because she really liked him. He didn’t have to play along. If that’s your ex, why even entertain that mess? These are the games she’s not willing to play.

-How’s everything going with your crush? 😌

Valencia typed a reply.

-Not so good. He isn’t my crush anymore 😪 he just played in my face. Men ain’t shit.

She shut her laptop and climbed into bed to try and get some sleep. Dreams of Erik took over her mind in slumber.

You see that q-dog over there? Play with em’ if you want to and he’ll break your heart…

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[bruciemilf]

Hi, I was wondering if you had any baby Batkids headcanons, just all of them being extra clingy and obsessed with their dear dad. 😊

YES!! daily dose of fluff!!

Jason keeps a meticulous collection of poems that remind him of Bruce; Some collected from his favourite books, some he's written himself. They progress from love, to rage, to sadness, to regret, to a final, angry forgiveness, to love again

When Dick moved out, when his body was still clumsy and unfamiliar in his apartment, he spent hours just staring at his contact list.

Just aching for the courage to call Bruce. The little boy in him was begging to go home, and Nightwing kept denying him. But he'd know. it's a family tradition that Bruce always calls first.

Damian was never tickled; He hasn't giggled since he was 6, and Talia couldn't give to him what Ra's never gave to her. He was a blade, and blades don't feel.

When Bruce tickles him for the first time, he thinks its a punishment. His stomach hurts from laughing too much.

Tim's obsessive tendencies go root deep. He's vigilant, keeping a faithful watch on Bruce's every move. That's why he's there for. That's his purpose. He's good at that. He's useful for that. Keeping Gotham safe. It makes up for his invasion in the family.

One time, Jason gets hurt on patrol. Its a stab wound. Standard and measly. Just another scar on top of many. But it's a scar Tim could've prevented.

" I should've warned him. Should've-- saved him, been faster," And Bruce says he did warn him; He did everything right. There's no such thing as a good patrol. " I didn't do it on purpose. Bruce, it wasn't on purpose. Please believe me."

Bruce commands emotion in a way Tim is envious of. You think you see past the mask and he always shows you something different. Tim expects to get yelled at, and scolded, and berated for his sloppiness.

And then Bruce holds him, with an intentional tightness and unyielding tenderness, " Oh, my boy. My poor baby."

Stephanie doesn't get upset when people DON'T assume she and Bruce are father and daughter. Mostly because they're right. They're not. At their best, they're co-workers. At their worst, they're Bruce and Steph.

Fathers are overrated, anywhere.

But just for once, she'd like people to assume. She'd like to be mistaken for Bruce Wayne’s bastard child, or his one night stand, or drunken mistake, like the rest of the boys.

But when Bruce does put a hand on her shoulder, when a creep flirts with her at a Gala, " You're not in my daughter's league. You can't even afford tickets." It does feel good.

Cass and Bruce have particular love languages. Cass is tactile. She needs to touch you, and feel you, even if she doesn't speak. It's a proof of existence. It proves she's not an instrument of danger. Even danger deserves gentle things.

If there's anything true about Bruce, it's his lack of judgement. He asses, weights and critics, sure, but he's never one to judge. "Hey, honeybee. " and Cass loves that she doesn't have to hide. She can exist around him, and he can just hug her, and that's enough.

Cass has a tattoo of the bat symbol on her chest. Blsckbat rarely works with officers, but when she does, there's no pleasure in it. Especially when she has to stop them from putting a bullet through a starving kid's head.

"I gotta ask you; How do you do it? Why do you do it? No one's looking. No one's gonna know."

And Cass, angrily, rips a chunk off her suit to reveal the bat symbol. Gotham's mark of worship, it's unholy saint.

Thought saints aren't saints because they're holy. Saints are saints when they bleed. And they don't know how not to do that.

" This means mercy. This means Life."

[rafesbabygirlx]

Halloween Masquerade

Masterlist

Happy Halloween ❤️‍🔥 Kinktober

Rafe x kook reader

Summary: The annual Figure 8 Halloween Masquerade ball leads two unknown figures to a place they’ll never forget

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: spit kink, bdsm (use of whips, spanking, bounding with rope) oral (face sitting, throat fuck) p in v, doggy, anal, riding, I think that’s all

The annual masquerade party for the kooks to flaunt their masks and jewels was just another event you dreaded. You’d much rather be at a real party in a hot costume. These people were so uptight, they didn’t even know how to celebrate properly.

In your room, you slip into a deep blood-red silk dress, its loose back draping to reveal the tattoo your parents hated. After finishing your hair and makeup, you place a diamond-studded mask over your face, taking a final look in the mirror.

At the island club, masked and incognito, you immediately spot Kie. “Y/N!” she shouts, forgetting the whole “undercover” theme. “Kie, you’re blowing our cover,” you laugh, heading with her to the bar.

While talking, you notice someone staring you down. Recognizing him by his hair, you say nothing, just stare back. You excuse yourself to the restroom, subtly nodding in his direction as you walk.

In the restroom, you face the mirror as he slips in behind you and locks the door. Just as you start to remove your mask, he gently stops you. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“Whatever you say, Ra—” He cuts you off, “No names, no faces, just us.” He runs his hand down your arm, pulling you in by the waist, his lips brushing yours. You lean up to meet him, but he pulls back, leaving you wanting more. “Meet me outside in five.” He leaves, and you grab your things, telling Kie you’re not feeling well as you slip away before she can protest.

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You and Rafe drive to his place, and he pulls you inside, dragging you upstairs to his room in a flash. The house is eerily silent, the only sound being your heels clacking on the floor. As you enter his room, he stands behind you, inhaling the scent of your hair. He whispers in your ear, "How skilled are you?" before planting a kiss on your shoulder and unzipping your dress.

"I'm quite proficient," you reply giggling through your words, your left exposed in nothing but black lace panties. "Keep the mask on." He leads you to the bed, turning you around and having you kneel in front of him. He reaches under his bed and pulls out a medium-sized black box filled with a variety of whips, ropes, and handcuffs.

He picks up a black rope to match your underwear and offers it to you. You compliantly raise your hands, and he begins to tie them tightly.

He stands up, removing his suit jacket and unbuttoning his pants. You're awestruck by the sight of him, knowing of Rafe Cameron's reputation and now understanding its source.

He catches you licking your lips and grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him. "Open," he commands, and you obey, opening your mouth. He spits into it, instructing you to "hold it." You do, and he begins to pump his cock with his other hand, lowering your mouth onto him. "You can play well, right? I guess we’ll see," he says, his cock throbbing as you moan. The moan causing a vibration that tickles him and he jerks up at the sensation. “Fuck” he grunts out.

He grips your head firmly, using your mouth to jerk himself off, causing you to gag and drool onto his lap. But you remain compliant, your cheeks stained with mascara and lipstick, drool streaming down your face. "Y/N, you're such a good fucking girl," he praises as he gets close to climax.

He keeps his cock in your mouth, standing up, grabbing your head with both hands sending thrusting forceful, deep strokes down your throat. He’s bobbing your head up and down his length. "Look at me," he demands, his eyes burning with lust. You stare back at him, you should feel humiliated but you don’t. You've never been this wet or submissive before, and it feels incredible. Your entire sexual history seems like a waste in comparison to this.

You want to be tied up and dominated every time from now on, your desires awakened by Rafe's rough, dominant touch.

As his body starts to shudder, his grin widens and his nails dig into your scalp. One final, forceful thrust sends his white-hot liquid straight down your throat. He withdraws, and you finally feel relief.

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Without a second thought, he pulls you onto him, and you both collapse onto the bed. You struggle to hold yourself up, but your bound arms can't keep you steady in time, and you fall onto Rafe's chest. "Sorry," you both chuckle.

"It's okay, I like the way you feel on me." He traces the tops of your breasts with his fingers, lifting you up and guiding you to sit on his chest, your body following his silent cues. He kisses the insides of your thighs, then pulls your panties to the side and brushes his fingers through your wet folds.

He begins to work, ravaging your pussy like he hasn’t eaten in months. You grip the headboard, throwing your head back in pleasure. He devours you, his tongue probing your entrance while his thumbs rub your clit. He switches to sucking on your clit, and you want to clamp your legs around his head to keep him there forever.

"Fuck, I'm going to come!" You instinctively begin to ride his face, trying to prolong the orgasm, and he lets you. His flattened tongue presses against you and the nose of his mask nudges your clit, intensifying the sensation as you ride him.

You climax before you even realize it, and he holds you down, eating you out through the orgasm. You sit back on his chest, catching your breath as you admire the evidence of your slick on his face.

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He pulls you off of him and gets off the bed for more rope. "You flexible?" You nod as he's already settling between your legs, his eyes fixating on the wetness between them. He pulls your panties completely off the rises one of your legs up... and up until it's straight and your foot is against his headboard. He wraps a rope around your ankle and secures it to the bed post. Repeating the same step with the other leg.

You're now completely spread open for him, your legs trembling with anticipation. He leans down to kiss you, his tongue probing deep into your mouth as he teases your clit with his fingers. In one swift movement, he's pounding into you, the sound of his cock sliding in and out of your wet pussy filling the room.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he thrusts into you. Your moans are loud and pornographic, your voice hoarse from screaming his name. You can bring yourself to care about the no name rule.

He sits up to get a full look at you, his eyes drinking in the sight of your naked body. Your tits bounce hard with each thrust, your contorted face a picture of ecstasy. Suddenly, you feel a smack come down onto the underside of your thigh.

"Never pictured you to be such the whore you are."

"I guess you don’t know me well enough."

"Looks like I'm gonna have to learn more then." Another smack. And then another, and another. You don't know how much longer you can take it before you cum again. "Ra- I'm gonna come." You stop yourself from saying his name again but warn him nonetheless. "Come again, go. I'm just letting you know though, there's gonna be plenty more I'm gonna get from you tonight. So don't tire on me too quick."

You scream out and you cum again, your body tensing with pleasure. Legs trying to shake despite how tight they're tied up. He only speeds up, trying to catch his release again, and when he does, he does it deep inside you.

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You watch him as he unties your legs from the posts. Flipping you onto your stomach, hands still bound above you on the pillow. He steps off the bed and ties your feet together, his eyes never leaving your naked ass as he drags you to the edge of the bed.

He pushes down on your spine to make your arch and your ass stick out. "Yeah, stay just like that." He retrieves yet another item from his special box that you can't quite see. He gets behind you again, not saying a word. You hear a crack, and then a sharp pain on your ass.

He's pulled out a frilly whip and uses it on you relentlessly, each smack leaving a red mark on your skin. You can't even remember how many smacks you got from it. 15, 20? You don't know, you don't care. You're obsessed with the pain and pleasure he's causing right now.

He moves back over to your head, giving you a wet, sloppy tongue-filled kiss. "You like this huh?" "Mhm" is all you can get out. "You ever have a little fun back there?"

"Never. But I've also never said no to anything if it's the right person." He chuckles at your statement. "Alright then." He sticks a finger in your mouth. "Nice and wet, good girl."

He's back behind you, and he's circling your back hole with the finger you just lubricated. You feel a glob of spit come down as his slowly presses his finger into you. "Ahhhh fuck!" You cry out. The stretch feels too good.

While he plays with your ass, he inserts himself back into you. Both him and his finger speed up. He manages to wrap his other arm around you and rub your swollen, sensitive clit. The overwhelming feeling of everything is sending you over the edge again. You cum in a matter of minutes. But he isn't stopping. He wasn't lying when he said he was getting more from you.

In the same position, he moves faster. Inserting two fingers in you, thrusting deep into your pussy, and wreaking havoc on your clit. Your mind goes completely blank. Your vision is blurry, and you're mumbling out nonsense. He loves every second of it.

"Fuck, don't stop!" You manage to cry out. "Wasn't planning on it." The sensation drives you over the edge again, and you squirt your juices all over Rafe and his floor. "Shit, baby, you're making a mess." He laughs like it's the greatest thing he's ever seen. He removes his hands from you and grips your waist hard. He plunges into you, chasing his high. Overstimulated, you also start to do the same, again. This time, you cum together. His third, your fifth. You’re in heaven. Any past endeavors means nothing with the way you feel right now.

He collapses onto your back, still gripping your waist, kissing up your spine as his breathing slows. "Fuck, I might be in love," he laughs, his voice husky with pleasure. He unties your feet and wrists, you're pretty sure you're completely bruised, but you couldn't care less about the pain. The intoxicating feeling Rafe gives you takes over any discomfort you may feel tomorrow.

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You take control, shocking him by straddling his waist and stroking him with your wet hand. He grows hard beneath your touch, and you rise up, positioning yourself over him before slamming down onto his thick cock. You ride him hard, the slapping of your skin against his eliciting moans from both of you. The rhythm changes, your body taking control as you pump your hips, feeling your inner walls clenching around him.

Rafe looks up at you, his eyes widen with shock and lust. He's never had a woman like you before, one who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it. You continue to ride him, your body moving in perfect syncopation, each thrust bringing you closer to the edge.

As Rafe's hands roam your body, he playfully pinches your nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through your senses. You cry out, feeling the orgasm building within you. Rafe follows suit, his body tensing as he fights to hold back his own climax.

Together, you reach the peak, your bodies shuddering in unison as you both come apart. The release is intense, leaving you breathless and satisfied. As you collapse onto his chest, you can't help but feel a sense of pride and power, knowing that you've left your mark on him. It’s a strange feeling, not only having a man making you cum like this, but the feeling of climaxing together, feels so… intimate. You try your push away those thoughts.

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You flip over onto your back, and he lays up on his elbow next to you, his eyes still burning with desire. He finally takes off his mask, along with yours, and you look up at him with big, doe eyes. His gaze is possessive, and you can see the desire in his eyes as he gently strokes your stomach.

As he speaks, his voice is low and sultry, "We're definitely doing this again, and again, and again." He leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want to explore every inch of you, every dark corner, every hidden desire." His words send shivers down your spine, and you feel your body responding to his touch.

He starts to kiss your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. His fingers trace the curve of your breasts, and you feel your nipples harden under his touch. You moan, arching your back in pleasure. “Stay the night with me.” A huge change in the man who was just fucking you.

[dazeddoodles]

It's ra

Eda likes tickling raine under their chin and saying how cute they are and omg they hate it because if makes them blush

She starts doing that alot once she notices they're growing hair on their chin. Their Raine Whiskers

[ditzyredrobin]

Before and After

Chapter 1

For Whumptober 2024 Day 27, Before and After, Alternate universe

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So, I guess I forgot to post this one here? Originally, this was just supposed to be one shot��Dick and Lazarus!Tim bonding but 4,613, chapter 2 is on the way. 😂

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In a blink, the knife is out of his hand soaring across the living room, towards the intruder. All the while without dislodging the bottle from the fussy pup in his arms. After hours of crying—of soothing, and changing, and singing, and bouncing, and burping she had refused to go down until now and Tim was Exhausted™️.

If he didn’t know any better, he would have assumed the black and blue costumed vigilante was another assassin sent by the League—Nightwing moved with easy grace, easing his way through the window, movement flowing like water and air. But not even the best of the League had managed to crack his security without electrocuting the shit out of themselves.

The room was illuminated by Friends reruns and the Gotham skyline peaking in through the crack in the curtains.

Nightwing ducked and weaved, only narrowly missing a knife through the delt. He rolled back to his feet without a hitch, shocking blue eyes wide and wild with the whiteouts down. The knife stuck in the wall with a satisfying thunk.

Without missing a beat Tim uttered lowly, “Breaking and entering is punishable offense. At the very least it’s C felony, at least 10 years in prison, and upwards of a $250,000 fine.” Not that he could actually get a judge in Gotham to prosecute without a hefty bribe.

Nightwing held up his empty palms in surrender keeping his feet firmly planted. “I’m sorry, we haven’t heard from you and I wanted to check on you.”

Tim discretely adjusted the cashmere blanket across his lap over the pup with a silent prayer she didn’t wake up. “Well, you can tell everyone I’m fine. If I needed help, I would have asked.” He snarks, adding. “But I didn’t.”

I don’t need a keeper.

But that was the thing about bats—they had a tendency to be too nosey for their own good, to pick, and poke, and prod until you were on the verge of wanting to pull your hair out and scream.

Boundaries? I hardly know her.

If Nightwing noticed, he didn’t say anything, opting to remove his domino and tucking it away, his brows were furrowed.

Tim knew how he looked—gaunt, deep purple bags under his eyes, cheekbones sharper than they should be.

Welcome to being a single parent.

“I know you didn’t ask but it’s what family does. I want to help.” Dick sounded painfully desperate earning an eye roll. “No matter what you will always be my little brother.”

Tim scoffed, “If I needed help I would have asked.” What part of he’s fine was not getting through that thick skull of his? Maybe it’s just all the years of vigilante-related concussions. “Maybe in another life we were family but I’m not your brother, Dick,” not anymore , “you don’t even know me.”

Dick breathed a heavy sigh, moving around the overstuffed couch to sit. It took everything in Tim not to bare his teeth and growl. “Of course I know you, Tim. You will always be my little brother.”

“But I’m not!” Tim finally snapped, startling Amalia awake. Her little lip wobbled, her nose scrunched, and Tim went into oh shit mode. Her wails made his inside twist and churn with the need to fix it , as she shook her tiny fists in anger.

He set the empty bottle down and adjusted her so she was upright in his arms to burp her. “Shh, ya Rohee,” he crooned, patting her back.

My soul.

She was his everything—his sun, his moon, to the moon and to Saturn. The only good thing that came of his time with Ra’s after the Council of Spiders and the Pit.

He could feel Dick watching him but didn’t look up, opting to instead rock his infant. She was small, even for a babe of her age, he still had a hard time imagining her anything other than fragile.

He nuzzled her, her patch of almost black, whispy hair tickled his nose, purring softly. It was a little uneven with disuse but it soothed her enough to bring her wails down to whimpers. She smelled milky and soft and like his . He did his best to ignore the hint of spicy incense underlying in her scent from her other father.

She was his and no one else’s. It would change in a few months and maybe he would finally stop seeing him in the shadows.

There was no way she was going down now but he’d lost all hope of that when Dick disengaged his security and decided to sneak in (an issue he would be working on a patch for later).

His eyes felt hot but he ignored it. He didn’t need a nap anyways, right? He’d worked more on less after all. This should be cake , right?

Eventually, as the pup calmed down, Tim dared to glance up at his unwanted visitor. There was a complicated expression that Tim couldn’t quite discern despite all of his training. “You don’t know what I’ve been through. I don’t even know who I am.”

For a long moment, Dick sat with that, a complex flurry of emotions crossed his face before settling on something soft. A fondness, watching the small pup in his arms. “You have a baby?” Talk about understatement of the century.

Tim rolled his eyes, continuing to pat the pups baby. “Yes, last time I checked I did, in fact, have a baby. I have the stretch marks to prove it. You want to see?”

Dick shook his head, “That isn’t what I meant. I just…How old is she? What’s her name?” He sat forward with his elbows on his knees.

Tim had to think for a long moment, back tracking the dates. The escape had been four days following her birth, still sore and as unsteady on his legs like a newborn fawn. There hadn’t been a choice—it was escape or lose Amalia. She had been born weak, words like failure to thrive had been tossed around. Ra’s Al Guhl was gifted with another disappointing heir.

“Well, Timothy, we’ll just have to try again, won’t we? Surely you won’t disappoint your Alpha a second time.” The or else was implied.

He had still been on his back, bleeding from the long birth. His milk supply hadn’t come in and the tiny pup wailed across the room with the wet nurse.

“Tim?” Dick sounded concerned, snapping him back into the present. His grip on Amalia tightened just a hair, her warm weight against his shoulder grounding.

“Amalia,” he said remembering the question. “Her name is Amalia and she’s-“ If he had been in Gotham for nearly a month, days before being found out and the trek from the Cradle to Gotham had taken around two weeks… “Her birthday is July 19th.” He said instead.

Fresh out of the Pit, time was hazy, seasons and dates made little impact on his life and Gotham’s perpetually gray skies.

Dick had a worried look on his face. “What about her other the father?”

“Dead.” Tim said succinctly.

That he made sure of.

Dick made a soft noise of acknowledgement, continuing to watch the baby with a fondness in his eyes. He didn’t push the matter. “She’s beautiful. You did so well.” He croons softly, “I’m sure it was hard for you.” He didn’t know the half of it.

“It was hard,” Tim admitted softly, basking in the Alpha’s praise. Finally, Amalia burped. “I had a few people that helped—Talia and an assassin I saved after-“ before he died, after the Pit, and before Amalia. “After. They made it easier but Talia wasn’t around often. I don’t think she was overly fond of what he was doing.”

“What about the assassin?”

Tim bit his lip, his eyes felt hot. “I don’t feel her bond anymore.” There was a bone deep ache without her. Whether she had cut it herself to save him, or really hadn’t made it out after Ra’s death, was all up in the air. “I’ve looked for her but-“

“But she’s part of the League.” Dick filled in and Tim nodded. He was quiet for a long moment before promising, “We’ll find her.”

Tim looked up from the pup quickly, “What?”

“We’ll find her.” Dick repeated with all of the seriousness in the world. “For you. I promise.”

Tim held his eye for a long moment, gauging the whether or not believe his words but Dick’s resolve never faltered. He felt his pulse pick up and a bright blip of emotion he didn’t want to think about. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep. What about Batman? He doubt he’ll be a fan of having a member of the League in Gotham.”

“I’ll handle Bruce.” Dick promised. “Just focus on you and your pup. We will find her.”

Tim bit his lip nodding once. He didn’t trust it but maybe… maybe just this once he would try.

[saschax]

repatriation.

(n.) return of a thing or person to its or their country of orgin.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: sexual content, overstimulation, degradation (slut), and im not sure what else?

people aged less than 18, please do not raed.

P.S i tried to make it "overly dominant" or "needy", but i dont think i did it..

im sorry, this is my first time writing sex and my head sort of just.. went with the flow? not really thinking of anything. so if you are the requester and is not pleased with this, please let me know and ill try again.

reader is "afab".

price were gone for an operation, however, reader wasn't aware he'd come back home early.

she would've prepared something for him, like dinner, or at least wear something pretty.

when price walks in, she's on the coach. folding up clothes, then puts the folded clothes besides her.

price hums quietly, his eyes looking up and down her form. he made sure to close the door, looking back at her to make sure she didn't hear.

price laughs internally as he walks into the kitchen, the kitchen has two ways of entering or leaving, the kitchen led to the door that led inside and outside of the house, and it also led into the living room- the room reader is in currently.

stopping at the entrance of the living room, now all he could see is the back of her head.

stepping lightly, making sure not to stomp his boots, he makes his way over to her.

now arm distance, he slowly snakes his arm around her neck, of course he had to bend in the process.

he hears her gasp and feels her stiffen in his hold. not a second after, she whips her head, widened eyes blinks at him.

price smiles, watching her face transformed into a happy expression.

"hi baby!" she wriggles slightly, trying to move into a postion where she could hug him back.

"no, dove, stay still." he requests, putting his head into her neck, inhaling her scent.

she giggles quietly, his warm breath tickling. "how was work?" she asks, her hands drifting upwards to hold his arms.

she waits patiently as he hums in thought, his head moved to look down at her.

"it was okay. im happy to be with you." he mumurs the last part, like he didn't want her to hear it.

whether he did or not, reader didn't know but she giggles, confirming price's supsicions she did infact heard him.

"oh, is that so?" she asks, her brows raising. john didn't see it.

"mmhm," he lets go her, going around the couch, his hand and her hand holds eachother, and when he sat down, he was mindful to not ruin her pile of folded clothes.

he kisses her palm, resting his head on her shoulder blade. john feels her hand slowly wrapping themselves around his neck, hugging him.

as price and her continue their intimate moment on the couch, they both feel a sense of comfort and longing for each other.

her hands gently caress price's back as he nuzzles into her shoulder, taking in her sweet scent.

she shifts slightly, unintentionally brushing against price.

she hitches her breath when he inhales sharply at the contact. he opens his eyes, looking at her chin.

she tilts her head back to meet john's gaze, her lips parting in anticipation. his head inches away from her, no longer resting.

john looks up, landing on her eyes for a moment. then he allows his gaze goes downward, on her lips.

without a word- sneaking a glance at her eyes for a moment- john captures her mouth in a kiss, his hunger for her evident in every touch.

during the kisses, reader notices her husband's hands changed positions, he broke the kiss first.

john chuckles as she squeaks, startled of being picked up in a bridal style suddenly.

reader stares at his loving eyes, eyes that is focusing on going to their bedroom than on her. she frowns at this, but john looks down at her with a smile for a flickering moment before looking up.

he must've saw her frown out of the corner of his eyes.

she flinches, her eyes widening. did john just kick the door open?

and without a second thought, john puts her down on the bed.

his gaze burning with hunger as he hovers over her.

"someone's feeling excited," she teases.

john growls softly, his pants feeling tight. his eyes dark with desire, he trails his fingers lightly down her arms, sending shivers down her spine. "hou have no idea how long i've been thinking about this moment," he murmurs huskily.

"i've been waiting for you," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a primal growl, John captures her lips in a fierce kiss, his hands roaming over her body possessively. "you're mine, all mine," he growls against her skin, his breath hot.

He teases her with feather-light touches, igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume them both. "You drive me crazy," he whispers, his voice rough with need.

~

he slid a finger in easily followed by another and another. When he believed she was fully stretched, he had slid in, burying his cock as deep as he could, breath heavy against her skin.

He didn’t move for a few moments, seemingly savoring the feeling. she sighs softly, it feels enjoyable.

she reaches back, running her hand through his hair. he leans, its feels good.

 After a moment he begins fucking into her again, holding her stomach with his hand and he pulls her closer to him.

"john," she whispers.

"jo- oh!" she let out a startled noise, john roughly moved reader, pushing a hand to the back of her head so her face hit the pillows, and pulling her hips up, drilling into her from behind.

she moans loudly, reaching her hand back to try and slow him down only to have it snatched along with her other one and held behind her back.

john lifts her slightly, her back arching as he holds her face above the pillow as his hip slams into her over and over.

"john," she cries out, "please slow down for a second."

her voice was a high whine as she spoke.

"you can take it,” he groans, squeezing her hands a bit tighter. “i know you can. your cunt is taking me so well, i know you don’t need me to slow down.” His hip snaps a bit harder a few times before returning to their bruising pace.

she lets out a loud whines. he picks her up fully, letting go of her hands so he could grip her stomach and hold her to his chest.

he went impossibly deeper, hitting something in her that had her seeing stars as she came around him. 1st.

he chuckles lowly in her ear before laving his tongue from the bottom of her neck to beside her mouth.

"what did i tell you?" he drops her back onto the bed, hand retreating from her stomach to grips her rear. "now, give me another."

a loud moan rips from her throat at the feeling of being so impossibly close to another orgasm after just having one, but his pace was relentless.

she gripped the sheets with shaky hands as he pounds into her, not relenting for a moment. a hand was on her clit again, rolling it expertly, forcing another orgasm from her.

she screams something incomprehensible as she came around him again, but he didn’t stop, his deep laugh filling the room again.

“there we go, dove. you keep count, okay? im going to rip as many as i can from you before you give out. i might not even stop then.” his words and the feeling of him still moving makes her wall flutters around him. “you like that? you like being used like a little fuckdoll? a cumdump just for me.”

she tries speaking, but no word comes out, just a garbled mess of sounds.

he leans over her, pressing a few kisses to her shoulder blades before he finally stills for a moment.

he pulls out, and she makes a noise of confusion.

he flips her onto her back so she could see him.

he plunges into her again in an instant, big hands grips her waist as she tries to pull away.

“come on, dove, be a good little girl and fucking take it.”

her eyes roll back as a hand moves to grope one of her breasts then he bends down, taking the free nipple into his mouth and rolling it between his teeth before sucking. she arches into his touch, mumbling pathetically.

“joh- john-” she cries.

he lifts one of her legs over his shoulder. he presses his lips harsly against her own.

she feels herself approaching a third orgasm, the overstimulation turning her brain into mush.

“That’s it, pretty dove,” he whispers as she convulses underneath him, tears gathering in her eyes.

it was too much, too fast, and she couldn’t even find it in her to be angry as he praised her. “You’re doing so well for me. So, so, good.”

she shakily raises her hands to grip at his back, pawing at the shirt. he grunts at the feeling and lifts himself lightly, discarding the shirt in one swift motion.

when he drops himself back down to kiss me again, she runs her tongue along his, swirling it and moaning, nails digging into his back.

john lets out a quiet moan at the feeling and gave a sharp snap of his hips before returning to his pace.

“stop it.” he growls a warning.

however, she didn't listen- continuing to scratch. "stop scratching me, you bitch-" he thrusts into her hard, making her gasp from shock. her hands finally resting beside her.

when she stops her scratches, he begins sucking on her neck, forcing bruises into the flesh, marks that belongs to him. in the process, he locks her hands above her head.

she blinks blearily at him, eyes heavy lidded.

“oh? Is the pretty baby fucked out of her mind already? we’ve barely even started...”

she mumbles a mess of words and whimpers, pressing herself against his chest as she feels herself cumming again.

his hips faltering as he cums as well, filling her up as he rocks against her gently.

she lets out a sigh, 'is it done?' god, she hopes it is. she don't think her lower region could take another orgasm.

he had came, and that's all he wanted. right?

wrong.

her thoughts got interupted by john pulling out his cock only to be replaced by his fingers. she weakly tries to push his fingers away from her pathetically, a whine slipping from her throat.

"no, john- wait a second," she garbles out, but he just stares at her holding her hips with his free hand, so she didn't move- his fingers still pumping inside of her though.

"john, please just a second!"

she felt gross, his cum mixing with hers and slipping out of her around his fingers and down her ass to the bed, soaking the sheet. tears start to fall down from her eyes at the overstimulation, and she push harder at his hands.

"come on, baby. don't you want to be a good girl for me? a good little slut?" his fingers slow down, not going as fast as it did before.

she cries out as he curls his finger toward the spot in her that made her vision go white.

“I- I wan-na be good, but ple-please,” she cries desperately. “I can’t-can’t.”

"yes, you can." he muses. "you're my good girl, you can take it."

her body flushes at the praise, and her hands still for a moment.

"yeah? you like that? you like being my good little girl? my little babydoll who takes what I give her. you think you can give me another one?"

she shakes her head, no. but she couldn't deny the coil in her stomach tightening again. her lower region practically sucking his fingers back in.

"wanna cum again, little dove? be a good girl for me?" he teases, edging her on.

she opens her mouth in a silent scream as she came again, her vision going blurry with white as her body tenses, shaking lightly.

john smiles at her, leaning down to kiss her, grinning in the action.

she paws at his lower stomach, one of the only places she could reach and she made a confused noise at how wet he is.

john chuckles, breaking the kiss. she looks up at him, expecting an answer.

an answer she never got.

his hands, paused, gave his wife some time to regain her breath. after deciding she had enough break, he continues. his other hand joining it by pressing against her clit before rolling around in circles. “You’re doing so well.”

"i- i" she lolls her head to the side, going numb.

john waches her close her eyes, watches her leans her head against the pillow. then one of his hands pulls her leg from his shoulder and drops it to the bed.

grabbing both of her legs and pushes it up, pressing her legs against her chest.

he watches her hand reach out weakly, he heard whimpers from her mouth as he enters again, cock pressing as far as it could inside of her.

fuck, its hot, warm. with a grit of his teeth, drowning his moans, he pulls out almost all the way only to push back in.

"john," she whimpers. and god, does it sound heavenly. makes him want more.

he lets out a low breath, and presses a hand to her face, thumb running along her cheekbones. "yeah, dove?" he groans out the last word, her wall clenching around him.

"please."

he chuckles lightly and sinks in again. her mouth slightly parts, drool coming out of her mouth.

he groans as he pulls out slowly and then push in, his pace slow enough to make reader squirm. "just one more, huh, dove? one more? that's all i want."

she whimpers and closes her eyes as his pace picks back up, not as intense as the last time. thankfully for her, but its enough for her breath to get caught in her throat. she feels something picks her hand up (she still held her eyes close) and holds it to his mouth gently, kissing the palm as he holds it to his face, something oddly soft as he drills her into the matress.

just one more? i could do one more. she groans to herself as he leans forward.

she opens her eyes, her gaze landing on john.

"wann-nna be goo-ood," she slurs out, his hips stars to falter again, slowing as if to draw it out.

he hums deeply, he then press another kiss to her palm. "then cum, dove. be good and cum."

her body, as if wanting to just follow his orders, came for a final time. that was all she feels before she finally went slack, passing out.

P.S köng version will be coming out in a few dazs or so, i dont know him so, research. i cringed writing this, but im getting. used.. to it.