#the ghost hunters have become the ghosts

[crow-and-vespertine-comic]

happy ween 🎃

[thatonegeekygirl]

hands up if your brain chemistry was altered by survival mode bigfoot ep

[petergender]

mcu peter is sooooo fascinating to me post nwh bc they havw the potential, depending on what classic spiderman storylines they attempt later on, they've given him this horrible glimpse into a version of his own future. if he meets his own version of gwen or harry or norman or otto, he's going to either know they're doomed from the get go and havw to just watch it unfold, or he's going to think bc he saved everyone in nwh that he can save his own universe's villains and friends and he might have to deal with the fact that he can't. it's going to be so heartbreaking no matter what

[allisonreader]

I need distraction and something to take my mind off of what my parents were starting to watch before I left their place.

My overactive imagination has been activated. I've already listened to my Bible app on the way home and have worship songs playing.

I'm probably going to try and work on my Inklings Challenge stories before bed to try and distract myself and take my mind off of things.

[ghosting-s]

ghost writing idea: a ghost has fallen into a one-sided friendship or even crush on the group of ghost hunters that visit their haunt often. What do they do about it?

[nonbinaryphantom]

making valerie a vigilante in roleswap bc vlad for sure isnt providing ghost gear and im not sure if she would go to the fentons idk maybe tucker hooks her up or something

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Despite Danny's best efforts, no matter how much time past, Amity Park refused to see Phantom as a hero.

Sure, there were pockets of support, particularly among teens, but most of the town blames Phantom for the property damage, saying if he didn't fight the ghosts then it wouldn't be so bad, to that time he got mind controlled by Freakshow and "attacked" the mayor. It wears him down. It wears Tucker and Sam down. Jazz can only try to support them all.

Then one day, a member of the Justice League visits. Someone minor, and kinda a jerk... maybe a Wonder Twin? Zan? Whatever. They don't investigate; they don't look deeper. They listen to the town folks and declare the ghost hunters, Red Huntress and the Fentons, to be the official heroes of the town.

Worse? Danny Phantom is officially considered a villain to the Justice League. Tuck hacks into the Watchtower and confirms that they have a file (a heavily inaccurate file) about how to defeat Phantom.

Danny doesn't think he can do this anymore.

A few weeks later, a young villain escapes into Amity and demands (begs) that Danny help them escape from the hero after them. No idea who, I can't find a lot of info on teen villains in DC, so let's fudge some ages and make it Kyd Wyckyd from the Teen Titans cartoon. Danny agrees, because to hell with the Justice Losers, and they defeat the hero, becoming friends in the process. Kyd confesses that they became a villain after being ostracized bc of how they look, and they've been trying to avoid villain organizations because HIVE was abusive, but it's really hard to be a villain alone bc of all the heroes.

Sam gets an idea. Tucker agrees with the idea. Jazz is just happy they'll end up making friends.

The next day, the Teen Villain Alliance is formed, ready to assist with any teenage illegal shenanigans their allies might get into.

Some notes:

It's created to be a healthier option for teen "villains" to connect with others and support each other.

It's more important that this is for Teens rather than Villains. They're tired of adult villains taking advantage of them. The TVA would rather ally with a teen vigilante than with an adult villain.

Again, no idea who the teen villains are, but Klarion is definitely here. He leaves the Light for the chaos of the TVA. Maybe Ember is there too?

Timeline wise, this is around when Tim is still Robin, but Damien has arrived at Wayne Manor.

This is because, when it comes time to try to infiltrate the TVA, they'll have a convenient child-assassin who has none of the monitors of a teen hero that Phantom immediately picks up on.

Damien, who at this point has been abandoned by his mother, dismissed and scolded by his father, and has had no success at carving his own place in the family, jumps at the chance. He is then surrounded by peers who don't insult him or try to change his behavior (too much; jazz is trying to help him find healthier methods of expressing himself). He... might not want to continue being a spy.

Danny, Sam, Tuck, and Jazz are the founding members.

Danny reinvents himself as the High Prince of the Infinite, Prince Phantom Dark. He got kingship from fighting Pariah Dark, but since he's still alive, he's only a prince. He steals the last name Dark as an intimidation tatic against those in the know; only Danny would have the balls to claim family with Pariah.

Sam works as a powerless villain, but she might no be powerless? Either way, Danny gives her a bunch of repurposed Fenton tech, and she buys the rest with her parents credit card. She does NOT care if that's traced back to the Mansons. She would choose something goth, maybe something spider related or even bat?

I love Pharaoh Tucker, so I think he should get magic powers? Since pharaohs of old were considered the balance between the real and the divine. He's still a tech guy, now he's a tech and magic guy.

Jazz isn't really a villain, more of a team mom who's planning on using everyone's psyche's as her thesis paper. You know what, that's her callsign, she's Psyche. Sometimes she flirts with Nightwing.

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Danny is older, and lives in Gotham as a mechanic (he could be a We mechanic, a JLA mechanic, whatever) and eventually, he starts dating Bruce Wayne.

Now, Danny knows the Wayne at the bats, it’s kinda hard to hide your vigilantism from a former vigilante. But Danny doesn’t mention it, he knows the dangerous of telling your loved ones.

Jazz is alive and a therapist is Coast City (Jazz x Hal? Could that work? Idk too much about the green lanterns). Dan is undercover to investigate pools of corrupted ectoplasm that’s guarded by an assassin cult, and Dani is still traveling the world, not for pleasure, but for the Realms.

Dani doesn’t age. It’s a side effect of being a clone. She destabilized one to many times and now her ghost half won’t let her age so she won’t die.

Dani can’t exactly settle down in a city likes the others. She looks 12. And while her siblings would take care of her in a heartbeat, she needs to fill her obsession of history and adventure.

So, she starts hunting for old artifacts, especially the magic ones. It’s a great way to learn about history and get a sense of adventure.

She’s been doing this for a couple years, building a name for herself and she gotten very good. (Keep in mind she only looks 12, but she’s actually like 33 mentally and intellectually)

Eventually, she crosses paths with a bat while searching for an artifact. (Even better if its Duke. We need more Duke. Probably won’t work with Cass, we’ll use Duke for the prompt, but can be switched out)

Obviously, Duke is kinda confused as to why a 12 yo is going after a dangerous magic artifact in the middle of but-fuck nowhere and offers to take her to Gotham and drops her off there after taking the artifact.

Dani knows better, she was going to refuse, but the realized she could take this as a free ride. So she agrees.

The reach Gotham and go their separate ways, and Duke goes home immediately, didn’t even take the time to tell anyone about the girl. but when Duke is at home hanging with their civilian stepdad, Danny gets a call and says he’s inviting his younger sister over

Bruce: Jazz? Jazz is older that you

Danny: nope! I have another sister!

Everyone: ???

Bruce: how comes we never meet her?

Danny: you have! She was at the wedding! But you’ll see her again don’t worry! She doesn’t visit often so I’m excited!

They arrives, the bat opens the door and Dani walks in.

Danny: Dani!!

Dani: Danny!!

So people are confused, Duke is like omg my aunt is an artifact hunter?? while everyone else is like omg my aunt is younger than me??

Eventually, Danny opens her backpack and goes:

Dani: so I was in *insert random place in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere* and found this! *pulls out artifact* I thought you would like so I brought it for you!

Danny: aww, thanks Dani, you shouldn’t have

Duke, who put that artifact in the cave for study: 👁️👄👁️

And Dani gives them a wink.

Duke isn’t going to take that lying down and attempts to find out Dani’s secrets while shes thwarting him at every turn.

Dani stays at the manor for a while, but nobody believe Duke when he tries warning them of Dani, because Duke didn’t tell anyone about the artifact

Things become even more alarming when Danny also start thwarting him, despite not know the family secret. (Danny thinks that Duke is onto the family secret.)

Cue crack, angst, fluff, whatever your heart desires.

[bet-on-me-13]

Fenton, the Ghost Hunter Hero

So! When Danny first saw a Ghost attacking his school, he was still terrified of his parents finding out about his Powers.

He looked exactly the same in his Ghost Form, sounded the same, he even had the Hazmat Suit his parents had custom made for him on as a Ghost. There was no way anybody wouldn't immediately find him out if he tried to stop Lunch Lady with his Powers, it was so obvious!

But he couldn't just leave her there. She had crossed through the Portal that he opened, and was attacking his friends. He needed to stop her somehow!

So he tried, he just didn't use his Powers. He stole a bunch of his parents Inventions, fixed the broken ones so they actually worked, and ran in to stop Lunch Lady as a Human. The battle lasted far longer than he would have liked, but eventually he managed to stop her and shove her into the Thermos.

And from there on out, he just kept doing it. Danny became the Town's defacto Hero, since his parents were too Incompetent and he had the ability to actually beat the Ghosts, he had to protect the people he had endangered.

Soon enough people began to notice his Heroics. Mr Lancer didn't stop him when he ran out of the classroom, Dash stopped shoving him in Lockers, and his parents were Ecstatic when they found out he had gone into the "Family Business".

He still kept his Ghost Form hidden from his parents and the Public though. It was still too dangerous.

He only ever used his Ghost Form while in the Ghost Zone so he could blend in, and avoid being attacked by the multiple Ghosts who he had forced back in there. Danny Fenton was a Ghost Hunter, Phantom was just another Ghost wandering the Ghost Zone.

(Though he did gain some infamy by defeating some powerful ghosts, like Aragon or Plasmius)

Years down the line, Fenton remained the respected Ghost Hunting Hero of Amity Park, his greatest accomplishment being the defeat of Pariah Dark, the Ghost King.

That battle had actually drawn outside attention to the town for a change, and it wasn't long before Danny was offered a spot on the Justice League's Junior Team. It wasn't every day when the evil Ruler of another Dimension was defeated by a non-powered Human, so it actually sparked some interest in the Town.

Unfortunately, Danny couldn't accept the Invitation.

If he joined the Justice League, it ws only a matter of time before one of their multitude of Magic Users realized the truth and outed him as a Ghost. He couldn't take that chance.

He was content staying as a small town Hero dealing with a "minor" Ghost Problem, no need to overcomplicate matters.

That is, until the JL contacted him again a few months later. Apparently, their Time Travelers had warned of an Evil Ghost known as Phantom, who would one day grow so powerful he would destroy the world and leave it in ruins. They needed his help as an expert Ghost Hunter to track down Phantom, for the safety of the world.

Problem. This version of Danny had never actually met Dan, since his history went so differently. Now he is terrified of what event could have led to him becoming the Worst Supervillain in History.

[ghoulishautism]

YOU GOT ME AT THE FIRST HALF I was so close to getting you

I feel like people in the fandom forget that Valerie Grey is fat, considering she actually looks normal compared to the other girls her age that are literal sticks

And it doesnt help that they slim her down in her huntress suit for literally no reason?

Like look at Val in comparison to everyone else in her age group. You're gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that girls skinny?

[evilminji]

Okay but? We of the DPxDC? Are COMPLETELY Sleeping on DPXBNHA?

And not even for the Main Plot Shenanigans!

Just?? It has ALL of DC's super powers? But MORE OF THEM. And like 80% of the population has um! Danny can?? Finally achieve his DREAM of being???

JUST SOME DUDE™!

Yeah, he's in Japan. That's a bit of a learning curve. And YEAH, there was a cataclysmic war like a few centuries back that sorta... fucked everybody up. No one wants to talk about it. There may be mass graves and Never Forget memorials. But?

On the SURFACE!

This place seems utopian!

No ghost hunters! Advanced technology! Robust social services*!

Wait... what was that asterisk? What do you mean "corrupt shadowy government organizations"? What do you MEAN "Immortal Supervillians"? NO SPACE PROGRAM!?!? AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH?!?!? I'M IN HELL!!! This is ACTUALLY THE BAD PLACE, THIS IS HELL, OH GOD NOOOOOOO-!!!!!!

Cause see?

There are SO MANY REASONS he'd end up there?

Think about it! Wish that he lived somewhere his weird biology wouldn't exclude him from becoming an astronaut? In Quirks having Bnha Japan EVERYBODY has weird biology! Y'ain't special! You could TOTALLY be an astronaut!..... if we HAD those! We do not. Shut down that program during the Quirk Wars and never really started it again. (And somewhere, Desiree LAUGHS)

Or MAYBE? Things are getting a little hot on the ground? Bit TOO spicy. The Family Fenton and Friends have fallen back, behind the barely holding shields. Not even the Mansons considerable political maneuvering could stop the inevitably of human fear and blind unthinking hatred. Money can't buy everything, in the end. There is only ONE(1) way out.

Through the Zone.

Plan: Strangers In A Strange World is a go.

They're all Limnal enough to fake it. Sam with her plants. Tucker with his technology and persuasion. Jazz with her limited empathy. Their parents with their... well, weirdness. And with a touch of ghostly assisted meddling? Well, they've always BEEN there! Haven't they?

And that's not to MENTION the random 4 year olds with no control! JUST coming into their powers! With all those big emotions in tiny bodies? Startling events and tantrums? Villian attacks? What could THEY possibly hope to do to control or guide that fresh new power? It does what it does and the rest of us are just along for the ride!

If Danny happens to be minding his business and gets accidentally kidnapped by a VERY distraught 4 year old? Well, that's hardly the KIDS fault, now is it? They're FOUR! That is basically a toddler! Tiny child! They are upset, confused, and didn't mean to do ANYTHING. He's a hero. And Heros don't blame little kids from accidents, no matter HOW stressed it makes them.

No, the curse like a sailor INSIDE their head. Like an ADULT.

Just? Imagine~☆

The slow transition from *starry eyed shoujo sparkles* "This is SO COOL~!" to "huh, that's... kinda weird. And Sus. Weird Sus. Maybe nothing... oh! A distraction!" To "okay, this KEEPS happening, that was shady. You all saw that right? You realize that's not NORMAL, right? That that's fucked up? Not cool?" To "oh god, oh God, OH GOD! I'm in HELL! This is actually HELL! I'm trapped in HELL!!! WHAT THE FUC-"

Like? This kid LOVES space. LOVES the stars. And this is one of the few Superhero Cannon that SPECIFICALLY MENTIONS that IN CANNON? Thanks to Quirks? As in Superpowers? That VERY THING got fuckin SCRAPPED. Gutted. Consigned to be a relic of the past so they could all focus on punching each other Real Good.

He would weep BLOOD. Chew the WALLS. The LEVEL of unhinged this child would unleash? Not as Danny Phantom... but as DANNY J. FENTON? Beautiful. Vaguely psychotic. Definitely doing the Fenton Name proud. God, the NOISE HE WOULD MAKE would be inhuman and yet somehow? Come entirely from his human half.

They👏 Would👏 Hear👏 BOSS👏 MUSIC👏

I don't even know if he'd CARE about the main characters. They'd be tangential at best. The man would be in a one man war with I-Island over their lack of space program and hoarding of scientific progress. Probably living out of an abandoned building or forgotten subway station. Just? The MOST bedraggled, feral genius to ever haunt Japan.

As opposed to the REFINED feral genius. Who is Nedzu.

I bet Danny stands outside his school at one AM waving his scientific papers at a camera and YELLS. Like a deranged lunatic. Mismatched slippers and a "haven't slept in a week" crazed glint in his eyes.

He's Nedzu's new best friend. They GET each other.

And, yes, Nedzu COULD let him in... but it's faster to just let him yell and read the papers through the camera. Who CARES if they both seem insane! Let's shout about advanced physics and engineering at 1 am! Over the speakers!!! Oh? You need to physically SHOW me the notes? Well I COULD unlock the gates... OR just wait for you to finish scrambling up the walls like a feral Racoon, to then throw yourself OVER them.

Either, Or.

I'm just SAYING! We are SLEEPING on this! There is so, SO much fun to be had! Danny breaks rules and minds! His outrage over injustice and the complete lack of SPACE! His protection instincts going BUCK FUCKIN WILD. The INDESCRIBABLE hate boner he would have for Mr. "Lemme just rip parts of your soul out so I can collect your powers like pokemon cards" AfO.

There? Is SO MUCH, guys. SO MUCH!

@hdgnj @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @dcxdpdabbles @mutable-manifestation

[dravidious]

You're awesome

I'm getting back into Monster Hunter Generations Ultimate and I made an armor set using Gore Magala armor with the Zinogre helm and gloves. It gives me extra evasion and boosts my stats. I call it the Dark Lightning Armor

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Dead on main. Someone who knows you better than you know yourself.

Perhaps Fentons are not able to recognize their child, despite the fact that they hunt him day after day. But for childhood friends, who saw each other in absolutely ridiculous situations that parents are never allowed to know about, just one sneeze and a bored sigh is enough to realize that this weirdo fighting next to him is the same guy with whom you tasted soap and then stood looking at each other from different corners and giggling.

And so, the dialogue after the battle with the creatures of Infinite Realms, to which Constantine had to invite a potential ally not yet approved by the League:

Phantom: Well, mom always said you were bad news...But a crime lord, seriously? What happened to your plans to become a literature teacher? Red Hood: Hey! For Gotham, this is a very high-paying in-demand job. And I don't want to hear anything from Casper. At least I have my own business. What kind of part-time job do you have? Are you selling sheets to your buddies from this green goo? Phantom: This is ectoplasm. And they're not my friends, and anyway… Constantine: King Phantom, do you know Red Hood? Phantom: Do I know him? Ha! This street rat was Splinter of my beginnings until my family moved out of Gotham.

Red Hood: Wait, wait a minute. Phah...Holy shit. I thought I was the best example of what it means to be a disappointment to a family, but you beat me here. Oh, man, only you...The ghost king who is the son of the ghost hunters? Seriously? Hahah! I thought your rebellious phase ended the moment you told your father that you wanted to be an astronaut and not inherit the family business.

Danny*groans and covers his face with his hands*: My life is over.

Red Hood: Literally~ No, of course I always knew that your parents' disregard for safety in the laboratory would someday kill someone, but I didn't really expect this? Like, wow… Phantom: What makes you think it was an incident in the lab? I mean, there are so many possibilities around. It's ridiculous and…hah Red Hood: Dude, look me straight in the face and tell me I'm wrong if you dare. Phantom:…Fuck you, stupid bookworm. Red Hood: Stubborn nerd. Phantom: Red bucket! Red Hood: Pale toadstool! Nightwing: Um, can you guys please stop fighting? Red Hood: What are you talking about? This is how we always communicate. Phantom: Yeah! Well, in our defense, my sister always thought we both could use a therapist. Oh, man, he made me lose my train of thought. Where were we, J? Red Hood: Since when are you able to think? And I complimented your new hair and skin color. Phantom: Right, right… But, hey, not all of my parents' hypotheses really have a right to exist, and you know it! Hm, did I mention that you're built like a fridge and how does this leather jacket suit you? Red Hood: I believe not. And who's talking about your parents' work? You were an airhead when you were alive too to be honest. And as I see it, not much has changed. Why the hell are you still starting a fight with puns? Stop telling your opponent your position. This is terribly stupid! Phantom: Oh, please, these ghosts are definitely not a threat to me. What's wrong with having a little fun? The fact that you don't have weapons to handle something stronger than a blob ghost is your problem not mine, loser. But let's get back to our greetings. Red Hood: Sure. Then listen here…

~~~~~

Nightwing: Jay, why didn't you say right away that you knew Phantom? We've wasted so much time wondering if it's worth summoning him, and you just stood there and said nothing. Red Hood: Pfff…Because I didn't know that until today. He used to be human. And we haven't seen each other for a long time. So how was I to know that he would take such a ridiculous pseudonym? Nightwing: Then why the hell didn't you feel worried about teasing this creature? Red Hood: Why should I? It's just Danny.

~~~~

Tucker: Oh man, 84 murders, attempts to kill Joker and to much fights with Batman and Black Mask and… Danny: Yeah, yeah. It's all very interesting, but it's not what I asked you to find. Get to the point, Tucker. What I will wear to our dinner tonight depends on this. Tucker: Seriously? As far as I'm concerned, whether he's single or not is less important than all this shit. Aren't you afraid to show up at his house? Danny: I'm invited. And for that matter, I'm Amity Park's former public enemy number one. Which one of us should be worried, hah? So he's not dating anyone, right? Don't try to distract me. Tucker: Dude! Danny: Ugh, in my experience, when he acts like he's lost his mind, he usually has good reasons for it. And if not, given some of the events of my alternative future, I have no right to judge him, so…

[bluerosefox]

Invites

"OMA, kill meeeee" Ellie, aka Wrath complained as she allowed her head to 'thunk' on the cafeteria table in the Watchtower she phased into in order to sit in next to a boy dressed in red, yellow, and green.

"Aren't you already halfway there?" Came Robin's response as he took a drink of his water, eyeing his teammate with a raised eyebrow, though it was difficult to tell with his mask in place.

"OMA?" Asked Superboy on the other side of the boy.

"Shush you." She said towards Robin before answering Superboy "Oh my Ancients, it's like OMG but like for us ghosties."

"Tt" "Oh!" Came both their responses.

"So..." began Superboy after a few minutes of silence between them as he looked at Ellie like a confused puppy "Why?"

Ellie groaned and just stayed slumped on the table as she said "Da's dumb Observants council is hosting another dumb ball to try to get him or me hitched again, and like always I'm forced to attend because I'm Da's heir. We both hate it with a passion, most are just stuck up, power hungry, social climbers trying to get into our pants for the royal titles... Espcially if they become our Forevermores."

"Tt, why not just get rid of them? Or simply have your Father dismiss the ball." Robin said, his eye twitching in annoyance just at the thought of it. A ball sounded even more annoying than the gala parties he is made to go to.

"Sounds stressful... Also Forevermores?" Superboy asked, he was always curious of Ellie and her ghost culture but never knew what could be asked or not, he had been warned to never ask how a ghost died after all and that question is normally asked in every ghost hunter video on the internet.

"Forevermores is our term for the ONE. The one and only we will ever be with. Till our final end takes us we are always to be with them only. We are core creatures and bonding on that level is like sacred, we don't rush into bonding like that though. But everyone in the Realms hopes to be either become mine or Da's. And the ball is their best chance at meeting us on neutral grounds." Ellie explained as best as she could for Jon, it was hard trying to explain the type of level a Forevermore was "And to answer you Robin, Da can't. The Observants, despite how annoying they can get with their dumb demands, are part of the system council for the Realms, they're sadly needed to keep things in check hence their name. Da and his friends are still trying to find a loophole to get rid of them though. They were only created when they put Tyrant King to sleep and they still sadly have some backings from other powerful ghosts in the Realms, even an Ancient or two and in order to fully dismiss them we need all Ancients on board. And the ball keeps a lot of ghosts, especially the more powerful ones, errr I guess happy? Most just use it to gossip on neutral grounds, others just like to dance, network, or other junk like that. Basically, when it's not about them trying to get mine or Da's hand in ghost marriage, it's fun so Da can't dismiss it, it'll ruffle to many feathers."

"Wow..." "Tt." Were the response from her teammates.

"Yeah. Da really isn't happy because someone suggested inviting powerful people from a few Mortal Realms this time. Somehow it got approved. So... here." She said as she reached into her own chest, phasing her hand in, and pulled out two green envelopes and placed them on the table in front of them. Both boys stared in surprise to see their names written in dark purple ink and the stylized DP on it.

"CW let me invite you guys personally. Everyone else should be getting theirs in about a few minutes complete with a blaze of green fire and spooky vibes." Ellie said with a strained smile, both happy to invite them but also dreading the questions she'll no doubt have to answer once the invites were sent.

[yanderenightmare]

2024 collection part one

January

Condescending boyfriend:

♡ HOPELESS

Yandere kidnapper is a sexual sadist:

♡ RIBBED CONDOMS

Yandere kidnapper throatfucks you after anal:

♡ ATM

Awful nasty incel:

♡ drabble

Boss uses his assistant whenever he wants and however he wants:

♡ BOSS

Yandere captor using you as his pretty rope-bunny:

♡ ROPE-BUNNY

Simpy boyfriend is unabashedly obsessed with your ass:

♡ ASS

JJK—Hunter Gojo traps Nymph reader in the woods:

♡ FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Ex-boyfriend kidnaps you:

♡ LOVE ME

Yandere captor staking claim to all your holes:

♡ STUFFED

JJK—Gojo x maid darling:

♡ drabble

Yandere captor has too much libido:

♡ REMINDER

Another day waking up next to your yandere captor:

♡ MORNING WOOD

JJK—Senpai Gojo teasing Kohai reader:

♡ TRUTH OR DARE

You break up with your fuckfriend, and he doesn't take it well:

♡ FUBU

Creep captor dresses you up like a doll and takes pictures of you:

♡ DOLL

JJK—Yandere Gojo with a reader who is immune to his techniques:

♡ FINITE

Yandere captor loves watching you cum:

♡ THAT SPECIAL PLACE

BNHA—Childhood friend Deku never stops crushing on you:

♡ WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR?

You're a popular airhead, and he's your loser tutor:

♡ BLIND TRUST

JJK—Immature bully Gojo picks on reader:

♡ MILK

You become the spoiled prince's personal maid:

♡ FARM ANIMAL

Poly yandere captors make you cum for them:

♡ A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

Yandere plays the good guy:

♡ GOOD GUY

Stepdaddy puts you in your place:

♡ BRAT

Businessman yandere comes home to his little trophy wife:

♡ STRESS BALL

JJK—Childhood friend Gojo doesn't want to share you with anyone:

♡ TOGETHER FOREVER

JJK—Boyfriend Suguru shares you with his best friend Satoru:

♡ FAVORITE PEOPLE

Poly wolfboys x bunny reader:

♡ BUNNYHOLES

Beast boyfriend x human reader:

♡ INSTINCTS

February

You try running away from your two poly yandere captors:

♡ ROPE OR BAT?

You're an older guy's pleasure pet:

♡ BEDTIME FEEDING

Omega reader tries running away from Alpha mate:

♡ SILLY LITTLE MATE

Jock bully asks you to tutor him:

♡ NERD

BNHA—Childhood friend Bakugou and you:

♡ NO ONE ELSE

JJK—Asylum patient Mahito x psychologist reader:

♡ EAT

Massive warrior claims you as his war prize:

♡ WAR PRIZE

Step-daddy puts you in your place:

♡ TRAINING

JJK—Bully Suguru is not like other bullies:

♡ BULLY

Snugglebug boyfriends who're just so clingy and hopeless:

♡ VIRGINAL

HAZBIN HOTEL—Adam is an entitled prick:

♡ GENESIS

JJK—Noaya falls for his favorite brothel whore:

♡ WHORE

Spending Valentine's Day with your incel kidnapper:

♡ HAPPY VALENTINES

Poly wolfboys x bunny reader:

♡ GROOMING

Delinquent childhood friend x reader:

♡ SUCKER

Businessman x trophy wife:

♡ TASTE OF MONEY

Rich boyfriend is condescending:

♡ SNOB

Pet collector buys bunny reader:

♡ BOUGHT & SOLD ♡ THE OTHER PETS

Sweet boyfriend won't stop talking about anal:

♡ SECOND VIRGINITY

March

Aromantic psychopathic yandere kidnaps you:

♡ NUISANCE

JJK—Okkotsu Yuta x mean girl curse:

♡ MEAN GIRL

Reader owes the mob:

♡ PROPERTY

DEATH NOTE—L is fascinated by you:

♡ PAPER SWANS

Your college roommate rubs you the wrong way:

♡ PERFECT STRANGERS

When the playboy finally falls in love:

♡ PLAYBOY

BNHA—You and Bakugou survive under a collapsed building together:

♡ SHARED TRAUMA

You let your bully fuck you in exchange for him leaving you alone:

♡ WORSE OFF

Boyfriend is embarrassed:

♡ POST NUT CLARITY

Ex-boyfriend wants you back so badly:

♡ UNFAIR

April

Ghost month! This month doesn't exist!

May

Rich husband owns everything you have:

♡ BARBIE

Ex-military yandere kidnaps you:

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Your boyfriend is down bad, and it's threatening:

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Your toxic boyfriend is a little old-fashioned-minded:

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You were certain you were an Alpha, but as it turns out...

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Can two Betas do the work of one Alpha?

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[wearysparrows]

On Company Time

ao3/masterlist

Summary: Sylus drops by your work to pay you a visit, but gets other ideas when you pull him into a nearby conference room.

cw(18+): Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Hand Jobs, Cunnilingus, ear licking, cum eating (kind of), Established Relationship, AFAB reader but no pronouns are used, reader is mc, Not Beta Read 3.1k

This could not be happening right now.

What wasn’t happening was that Sylus had strolled, altogether nonchalantly, into the Hunter’s Association building. He definitely wasn’t making idle conversation with the concierge at the front desk. He didn’t just happen to arrive here while you were on the bottom floor, running a diagnostic for protocurve fluctuations at Captain Jenna’s request. He wasn’t expertly charming his way past the concierge’s probing questions as to who he was, and why he was here. He didn’t have a black bag in his hand, inside of which wasn’t something you could only imagine. 

You were rooted in place to the floor, staring at him from across the length of the entryway. Trying not to gawk.  He turned, as if he were just now noticing your presence. He exchanged a few words further with the front desk, and strode over to you. Nonchalantly. Not a care in the world! The same confidence that had become so familiar to you was there in his movements. The straight line of his broad shoulders, the taper of his waist. His long legs. The usual darkness of his manner of dress. The midday light streaming in from the windows caught his eyes at an angle, illuminating them in such a way that was almost too eerie to be real. You glanced around desperately for a place to hide this interloping vision of otherworldly beauty. The soft click of his dress shoes kept coming closer and closer to you. As pissed as you were at him for showing up here unannounced – no, at all – the last thing you wanted was for him to be found out. Or worse. Sylus had stopped in front of you while you were mid-panic, and was opening his mouth to say something, holding up the bag. Before his pretty lips could form any words, you gripped him by the bicep, and dragged him towards the door of the nearest conference room. He followed after you without complaint, his only response a breathless sort of laugh at your insistence.

Thankfully, no one seemed to notice your sudden disappearance – for now. The conference room was semi-private. The blinds, yellowed with age, came up just below your eye level (which was about Sylus’s chest level). Only a table and a few forgotten filing cabinets accompanied the two of you, here. Meager, but better than being out in the open with the criminal you so adored. You shoved the bolt of the lock into place behind Sylus. He was standing with his back to the window, and he set the bag on the ground next to him. The weight of him crushed the blinds behind him, just a bit. You still hadn’t taken your iron grip from his bicep. You squeezed a little harder, hoping your irritation was making itself known through your hold. Taking your proximity and location into consideration, you dropped your voice to a harsh whisper before speaking. Your heart was racketing around in your chest. It couldn’t decide between delight and annoyance.

“Why the hell did you show up here? Do you want to get arrested? Do you have a death wish?”

Sylus was staring down intently into your face. The two of you were so close that you could see the largeness of the diameter his pupils had taken on. Even in the hard fluorescence of the overhead lights, he was unfairly handsome. His hair reflected on the blue-whiteness of the light above, making it even more striking than usual. The scent of him kept washing over you, and you desperately resisted the urge to lean into his chest and inhale. The warm spice of his cologne, the natural pheromones of his body. He leaned down so that his breath was a ghost over your ear. You both felt and heard him inhale deeply, there.

“You smell so good, kitten.”

Not a response to any of your actual questions, but rather a reflection of your own desires. He made no effort to hide the arousal in his tone, and your own body threatened to answer in kind. You bit your lip between your teeth, trying to keep a level head about the situation. You were at work. Someone could unlock the door if they really wanted. Nevermind the fact that your boyfriend was currently the primary person of interest for the Hunter’s Organization. And here he was, feeling you up in a meeting room. Feeling you up in a way that felt so good. Just like he knew you liked.

“And you’re squeezing me so tightly.”

The double entendre sent memories of Sylus actually being inside of you careening to the forefront of your psyche. The thickness of him, stretching you out, again and again. You in his lap. His hands lifting you by your hips, driving himself deeper into you.  You were already wet from just a few words from him. Sylus unwrapped your fingers from his bicep by slipping his thumb underneath your palm. He directed your hand to his abdomen instead, and slid it down, down, over the expensive, slick fabric of his black dress shirt, over the cool metal of his belt buckle, down to where he wanted you. His hand dwarfed yours.

You were suddenly acutely aware of the people passing by outside of the room. You could see their dark silhouettes through the blinds, going to and fro. Blissfully unaware of what was transpiring inside of this room. You were hoping – praying – that to anyone who happened to get a peek through the blinds, it would appear as if Sylus was merely speaking into your ear. Not putting your hand over his cock. He spoke against your neck, now, as if the state of this situation didn’t worry him in the slightest.

“Look at what you do to me. How are you going to take care of this?”

You could feel how aroused he already was under your palm. You glanced downward. The outline of him was straining against his designer slacks, hard. He throbbed under your touch when you looked, as if the attention of your eyes only served to turn him on more. You applied just a little pressure with your palm, which earned you the quiet loveliness of a low gasp from his mouth. You swallowed dryly. Finally, you found your words.

“You’re hard just from me dragging you over here by the arm?”

With how close he was holding you, you were practically speaking into his chest. His tongue found the sensitive skin of your neck, tasting you from underneath your collar to the bottom of your jaw. His big hands had worked their way down your back and to your ass, squeezing. The barely restrained insistence of his touch was practically lifting you off of the ground.

“I was already hard when I saw you looking at me from across the room.” 

You grit your teeth, feeling your ears heat up at his admittance, wetness pooling in between your legs. It was hard to ignore him when he was right here in front of you, telling you he was turned on just from seeing you from a distance. He was always without shame about his needs and wants. A blessing and a curse. Your boyfriend was many things – sweet, a provider, witty, whip-smart – and insatiable in his appetite for you. Your resolve had already snapped the moment he had walked in the room behind you. You went for his belt buckle without a further word, fumbling with it just a bit in your newfound eagerness. Sylus made no move to assist you, only offering a breathless chuckle and an adjustment of his posture so that you could maneuver the annoying piece of supple leather out of your way. Next came his button and zipper. A much easier task. You considered drawing it out – teasing him through his boxers – but the sound of footsteps passing by outside of the room made you change your mind. You dragged the waistband of his boxers down and out of the way, and his heavy cock bounced up against his shirt, leaving a glistening wet mark against it. Sylus exhaled through his nose, a masculine, satisfied sort of sound. There was the familiar scent of his arousal in the air, now. You wrapped a hand around him, and marveled at the temperature differences in your skin. The heat and girth of him. It was familiar by now – but no less enticing. You half considered putting him inside of you. Sylus’s breath caught in his throat as you did so.

“Your hand looks so pretty wrapped around my cock, sweetheart. So perfect.”

His gaze was trained on where you grasped him. You pumped him once before thinking better of it, and spat into your hand. Combined with the slickness from his precum, your movements became much smoother. Sylus groaned lowly in his throat as you palmed the tip with one hand, rubbing up and down his length with the other.

As you worked him with your hands, you took advantage of his ear. It was almost just next to your lips. You had to lean up just a bit to reach it, but Sylus anticipated your desire, and bent his head further down to give you better access. You started at his earlobe, pressing your tongue flat against it, drawing it up through the outer shell, before dipping into the deeper crevices, working the muscle against the ridges of his skin, there. The wet sounds of your tongue on his ear combined with those coming from your hands on his cock seemed incredibly loud in the smallness of the space. It was accentuated only by his pleased sounds and your accelerated breaths. 

  His hands roamed your body then, kneading your breasts over your uniform as if he were a big cat, gripping hotly at your waist, sliding his hands into your back pockets to massage your ass. He eventually settled with one hand wrapped gently around your neck – he could have crushed your windpipe had he wanted – but the touch was full of reverent dominance, instead. The other hand gripped the back of your head by the roots of your hair. You were lifted up and against his waiting mouth into a heated kiss. He was quick to lap at your mouth with his tongue, licking at you, grazing against the backs of your teeth, as if he were committing the inside of it to memory again and again. Each time you kissed Sylus, it was as if it were both the first and last time. You felt his hips begin to stutter into your hands, and you worked him quicker, squeezing the head at the top of your strokes, turning your wrist as you did so. He only pulled away from devouring your mouth to speak for a moment.

As you pulled away, his eyes darted from your face to the movement of your hands, and back to your face. He licked his lips, making sure you were meeting his eyes before he spoke.

“I’m going to – mm – put my tongue inside you after this.”

You shook your head quickly, still pumping him, the sound of it increasingly lewd. Even though you desperately wanted to indulge the idea, it had been a long day.

“I haven’t showered since this morning. I’ve been at work all day–”

Sylus interrupted you with a tug on your hair, exposing your neck to him. 

“I don’t care.”

He hardly gave you room to argue. He spoke again with his teeth against your neck, alternating between nipping and speaking. His voice was a shuddering, needy breath.

“Good. Good job, baby. I’m gonna cum – let me cum in – in your hands.”

You nodded, doubling your efforts around him. Without further warning, his fist became a knot in your hair, pulling so that your scalp tinged with the slightest of pains from the strength of it. He let out a strangled sort of gasp, like he was trying to keep himself quiet, and you felt the heat of his spill on your dominant hand. He was quiet for just a moment, bringing his breathing back to normal, resting his forehead in the crook of your neck. You were just about to tell him that you needed to get back to work, your own need be damned,  that the rest could wait until he picked you up that afternoon  – but he was lifting you from underneath your armpits, carrying you like you weighed nothing, depositing you so that you were leaning with your rear against the table at the other end of the small conference room. He took you by the wrist – the one connected to the hand that had been jerking him off not moments before – and wiped his cum from your palm onto his cock. He was still just as hard as before, despite just having orgasmed into your fingers. Sylus knelt before you, and went for your zipper. Seeing such a big man kneel before you always made your words catch in your throat.

“What are you–”

He yanked your pants and panties down all at once, and you instinctively covered yourself instead of finishing your statement. He pried your hands away gently by your wrists easily with one hand, pumping himself leisurely with his other. He was looking up at you with crimson eyes, aflame with adoration and amusement.

“I told you. You’re going to cum on my tongue.”

True to his word, his tongue was on you before you could protest further. With your pants pooled around your ankles, it was difficult to get them very far apart – but this did little to deter Sylus’s efforts. He simply pressed his face against your skin harder, which made the sounds of his breathing through his nose even louder than they already were. Sylus was a big man after all, and his tongue was no exception. He licked long, flat stripes in between your legs, trying to put as much of his tongue inside of your pussy as was possible in your standing position. He flattened out his tongue for you so that you could grind your clit on the muscle, and he pressed your harder into him with the hand that wasn’t wrapped around his cock.

Your legs began to shake against your will for the pleasure of his attentions, and your knees would have buckled were it not for Sylus practically supporting your weight with his face. You were suddenly very aware that your face could be seen from outside of the conference room due to the length of the blinds. Sylus, as if sensing your thoughts, pulled away for just a moment. His voice was ragged and breathless, half a laugh, half a command.

“Better control that pretty face of yours if you don’t want people to find out your boyfriend’s eating you out at work.”

His mouth was back on you before you could even make the barest attempt at formulating a response. You did your best to do as he told – but you were already so close that it was hardly possible. You pressed your lips together, and gripped at the soft whiteness of the head of hair below you. Sylus, invigorated by your touch, redoubled his efforts, making no attempt to quell the encouraging sounds of pleasure he was making against your sex. Your orgasm crept up on you, heightened by the thrill of the possibility of being caught (and Sylus acknowledging himself as your boyfriend.) You called the name of your lover, a barely restrained whisper of a sound. Sylus made a succession of little mhm noises in response, asking you without words to come in his mouth. It came over you with a tensing of muscles and an opening of lips, with quiet gasps of Sylus. He lapped all of you up, letting nothing escape his waiting mouth. Through the last waves of your bliss, you saw him cum again into his own hand this time, the vibrations of his groan reverberating against your pussy through his throat. He continued with his tongue until you forced his head away with your hand from the sheer overstimulation of it. He seemed more than reluctant to pull away, and kept going back in for a taste again and again (despite your hand practically yanking at his hair) before finally giving you some reprieve from his tongue.

Sylus looked up at you, face dusted red, cheeks and lips shiny and wet from your slick. He licked at them before standing over you. One of his fingers, covered with his spend, opened your lips. He pressed it onto your tongue. He kissed you then, and you tasted the combination of yourself and him. His kissing became more insistent again, and you pushed him away with a hand on his chest, gasping.

“Not here. Work, Sylus. I have to go back to work.”

Sylus looked vexed for a moment, clearly annoyed at not being able to bend you however he wanted, for as long as he wanted. But he seemed to follow your logic, because he stepped back from you after biting at your lip once more. 

“Fine. I’ll wait until I pick you up this afternoon.”

You shook your head in his direction. His endless stamina never failed to amaze you. Not that you minded in the slightest. Your chest heaved with the effort of collecting yourself. Sylus tucked himself back into his pants as if nothing had happened, and then pulled yours effortlessly back up your legs, taking the opportunity to caress the soft skin of your thighs as he did so. The space in between them was now much too wet to be comfortable. You’d have to clean up in the bathroom after this. You expelled another long breath. Sylus was still hovering over you, licking at the sweat that had accumulated on your neck, hands fondling your chest. He smelled like sex. Yours and his. In your periphery, something caught your eye.

“Sylus,” you breathed, hooking a finger in his belt loop to try to calm him again,

“What’s in that bag you brought?”

Sylus glanced behind him, as if he had forgotten about the bag entirely. He turned back to you, and a smug expression took over his face. His evol deposited the bag on the table you were leaning on, and revealed its contents.

“Oh, that? I was in the area, so I thought I’d bring you lunch.”

You stared at him. He was grinning, showing you the whites of his canines.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“For you? Yes.”