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faetreides · 3 months

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i’m thinking about modern!coryo again… ‘n the way he’d just love humiliating you. when you’ve been particularly bratty (let’s be real, any time you tell him no he thinks you’re being defiant… no matter the circumstances), he loves to shove your face into the mattress so your ass is facing him, and grip your hips, teasing his cock against your entrance until you’re whining and begging for him to fuck you. but he doesn’t! he just lets his cock slap against your clit and tease your slick hole until you’re soaking your panties. his favourite thing though, is filming you take his cock, because even though he’d never let anybody see the videos (besides maybe his friends), he gets off on the way you’re whining for him to put the phone away as he fills you up, pearly cum sliding down your soft thighs. but he won’t, because he just loves the way you’re absolutely humiliated at the thought of somebody seeing how much of a whore you are for him

CW: anal, sejanus mention (throuple au tease), typical coryo type warnings, yandere/possessive & obsessive behavior, gn reader but there is feminization (reader calls themselves a "good girl", coryo calls your pussy "sweet girl" & assigns it she/her pronouns), blood (coryo has a fantasy of you tearing), accidental slight pet play/dumbification, my modern coryo's typical inability to understand/care about poor(er) people, the ending is inspired by ghostface's finishing move in dbd, implied plus sized reader (who's afab) he loves you really.

So true, you could do something as small as say “i want to be alone in the bathroom for 5 minutes” and he’d lose his shit. Something about that arrogant rich boy behavior turned up to 100 because he’s inherently a psycho….. like he loves you deeply but wdym his prized possession has a mind of their own (if you just decided to do everything he wants, he’d support you making your own decisions). His whole vibe was being untouchable and unavailable but now it’s coming apart. Like do you know how much he planned to hoe around when his family inevitably made him get married??? But now you’ve fucked it all up and made him feel like he’s constantly writhing around in every circle of hell fr.

So yeah, he can’t take it if he feels like you aren’t “putting in as much effort” as he is. And i don’t mean that he’d be pissed if you’re not cooking or cleaning, i mean that he’d be peeved if you weren’t matching his energy (batshit balls to wall insane). He’ll do a little cute open palm wave like “Hi, baby 🥰” when you look at him over your shoulder with tears in your eyes. King of false sympathy with all the cooing and mocking your facial expression (which you wouldn’t even have to make if you were behaving). His weird ass is completely naked even though he made you keep your clothes on, and he tore a hole in your leggings with his teeth for easy access.

He’ll put his dick in between your ass cheeks and fuck you like that until the sheets are soaked because you got so desperate (you nearly pissed yourself). He’ll press the head against your asshole and see how deep he can get before you realize that he’s using the wrong whole. Sometimes he wishes that he’d tug his cock from your hole to find the whole thing covered in blood. If you catch on him, he’ll just say that it was an accident. But to be real, you knew immediately. It just gets you hot watching him go on his little power trips. The pleasure of letting your rabid dog off of his leash but he thinks it’s his idea does something to you that you’re currently ignoring.

The iPhone camera you can see from the standing mirror by your bed doesn’t exactly catch you off guard. Coryo’s got a fair few videos of you getting backshots in his family’s limo and even more of him devouring your pussy anytime and anywhere he pleases. Your stomach rolls with shame but your pussy clenches in arousal. A big part of being able to handle being his s/o means having the ability to straddle the line between calling his bluff and baring your neck in submission. So you just whine pleadingly and let your head fall forward onto the pillow.

You'd never admit that there are times where you'd be perfectly happy if your ass was all he fucked; that on mornings when the sunlight beams down on you as Coryo pushes the velvet curtains from the large penthouse windows and all you can see out of the eye that's not smothered in the pillow is your boyfriend in a pair of gray sweatpants, you feel feral with the need to swallow his cock all the way to the base and lie there forever.

A "love tap" to your clit brings you out of your thirsting. When all you do is gasp, you receive a firmer strike.

"Don't tell me you're already out of it? Did I make my smart baby all stupid already?"

"Hngh~ Uh huh, don't stop..." You beg, the carefully maintained image of the prim and proper perfect student crumbling under his touch.

Your need to be praised and to have male approval can really be a curse sometimes, because outside of the bedroom you don't let yourself be as willing of a kept pet as Coryo wants. But as soon as you're alone, you gratefully sink into the safe space he creates for you where you can just... let go and have someone else think for you for a change.

It feels like bolts of electricity go through you when two of his fingers start to trace letters on your pussy lips. It makes you think of his family crest branded on the gates of their mansions.

C-O-R-I-O-L-A-N-U-S S-N-O-W, pinching your clit after every letter. (training)

"That's okay, I like you dumb anyway. Can't use that big brain to think about anything else but me when I get this dick in you." He says and wags it in his hands at you like it's a treat.

The bed creaks as he sits back on his heels, and like a good girl you parts your legs as far as they can go.

Welcome Home.

The heavy weight of his palms clutching your hips calms any lingering anxiety, his nails bite into your flesh but you know he'll be licking and nuzzling the marks soothingly later. He's told you how beautiful you are in the beginning, that he relishes in the way you give up all tension to him with a sigh; that one of his favorite versions of you is the you that shuts down. Has him feeling like the "family man" he always vowed to never turn into.

"Now, you know the drill, take a deep breath..." He pants, somehow already pussy drunk, "It's going to be a tight fit, dove."

His grip tightens as he feeds his tip to your clenching hole, you soak in the mutters of 'aw, I missed you too, sweet girl.' You know he wasn't talking to you.

Your breath hitches when you start taking him past the tip, and like always, Coryo wraps a hand around the nape of your neck and massages it to distract you from the inevitable sting of pain. It'll always be there no matter how much of a mess he's made of your cunt.

"That's my dumb bunny, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig stretch." He grunts, dragging his words out when the thickest part of his cock comes to greet you.

You moan when he takes his other hand off of your hip to reach it around and rub your twitching clit. More juices drip from your hole, making the remaining inches slide in a lot easier.

You hear shuffling and the bed creaks as Coryo leans over to grab something off the nightstand. He quickly finds what he's looking for and settles back into position behind you. He gropes one of your ass cheeks and gives it a couple long squeezes before he jiggles it, letting out a low whistle when he does it again.

You mewl impatiently, clenching your pussy around his long cock. He doesn't give you what you want, however, until almost a minute later. He jostles his hips against your ass, showing off for the camera that's focused down on where the two of you are connected.

Coryo's head shoots up when he hears you sniffle, and even though he could tease about how much of a needy whore you are, you're HIS needy whore so he only smiles.

"Alright, alright. 'M sorry, petal, I know your pussy's gagging for this dick. I'll give her what she wants, don't you worry."

Your mouth falls open on a silent moan as he leisurely drags his length out of you until the tip catches on your entrance; being forced to be broken down and rebuilt around it until you both turn to ash. He has never wanted anything more than he wants you to somehow grow to only survive of his own body. His blood would be your water, his very dna would be your floss, his bone marrow would soothe your raw throat, his organs would be your snacks, his bones would be your jewelry, his teeth would be your little trinkets, and his surrounding flesh would be your every meal until you could eat no more.

You have no idea how much of your boyfriend's time has been spent making sure he tastes delectable, in every way.

Like those people from Pompei who are forever immortalized in the arms of their lover, chained to the passage of time but the eyes that dust them off are the only things about them that change.

You made him watch Titanic once, saying that your MasterChef binge could be paused for a night. He huffed but complied, and gun to his head, he wiped his tears on the arm of the couch before you could notice that he was crying. Rose could've done a little more to help Jack in his opinion (they both could have fit on the wood), he'd have never just let you go like that. But there was something in the way all they really had in the world was each other, in how calm the old couple was as the water creeped into their room; because they were together, and to Coryo, death after a very very long and happy life is an experience that's meant to be shared (no matter the circumstances).

His body has been moving on autopilot during his usual mid-sex spiral monologue. There's ringing in his ears as he tunes back into your hiccup-y whines and high-pitched moans (he loved when you stopped being so fucking shy). His thrusts had gradually sped up until they were at the speed they were now, your bodies now making wet smacking sounds as his dick pulverizes your pussy. He had been so lost in thought that he nearly dropped his phone, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was still recording.

He removes his death grip on your ass cheek to slap your swaying tits one after the other. He can never resist showing love to the chub of your tummy either, so he hits that too.

"Yeah, you like that, bunny?" He sneers, tonguing your ear and gnawing at the lobe as the excess saliva trickles down the valley of your breasts.

It's a rhetorical question, of course you do.

But you answer, using your words like he often "urges" you to.

"Like it so much, Coryo.... fuck!"

His thrusts become even faster, and he gathers as much of your hair in his hand as possible. Your moans cut off into a gasp as he wrenches your head up off the pillow by your hair, bringing the phone around to put your tear-stained face into frame.

You're helpless to do anything but take every inch he slams inside your puffy cunt, which will no doubt be sore and red by the time Coryo's done with his latest fit. He bends down to whisper in your ear about braindead you look, sobbing with your eyes glazed over and your mouth gaping.

"Shh, that's it, keep going baby. It's all about you, these'll just be fun memories so I can have little parts of you forever, so you could never really leave me."

You never look away from the camera though, and he's suddenly overcome with so much gratitude that he uses his grip on your hair to bring you into a sloppy open-mouthed kiss; your tongues making it so wet you'd think he'd been eating your pussy nonstop with how soaked the lower half of his face gets.

He doesn't let you pull away, the impulsive french kissing only ends so he can lean his head against yours and get into the shot with you. He's smiling so warmly like you're taking a selfie on one of your numerous vacations, but his hips never stop their rough assault on your already thoroughly debauched pussy. Coryo tightens his hold on your hair and pecks your round cheek when you whimper due to the sting.

"Smile, petal."

The videos are kept in a locked folder on his phone titled “💍💒", and while he threatens to show his friends (in actuality he’d only show sejanus in some version of this au where he’s trying to force him into a throuple), he’ll apologize with his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipples once he feels like you’ve learned your lesson. If you’re really upset, he’ll offer to make up to you on his father’s yacht in Greece. (he has your bags packed already)

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brucewaynehater101 · 3 days

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Hello I have an idea for Tim.

What if he got those game screens pop up whenever he's doing some side missions or quests. And after that he'll get some cool and valuable stuff like: cool weapons with superpowers that are not from his world, advantages of gaining more information than the whole hero community, etc..

The Batfam probably thought that he was doing those missions because he was bored and wanted to relieve some stress, which is kinda true but whenever he does these quests he also makes a lot of allies from across the planets and helps him through it while also being part of the "Tim protector squad".

Also the screen will always congratulate him and give him some praise, plus the screen can also help Tim by upgrading his stuff or watching him from any danger and giving him a warning to be careful. Just a guy with his screen, what could go wrong? Hahah-

But. The screen can also give him some weird quest like "protect your loved one from [Redacted]" which confuses Tim but the screen doesn't have any power only providing him so who's the one controlling the screen???

Anyway these are just silly thoughts that I want to give :333

Heck yeah! I love exploring unusual/non-typical powers.

I really really want to develop this some more, so let's set up a power!

My favorite genre of games is horror. The fighting styles, gameplay, concepts, stick layouts, and all of that can be drastically different between games [at least Tim isn't stuck with game powers where he can't fight back]. Because of that, the end goal may be impossible to reach and thus changes to a new objective.

Here is an example of where this happened with Tim:

Convince Dick Grayson to become Robin Become Robin

Tim's thoughts and feelings can affect the missions he's given. He will never be given an objective he would not do (e.g. Kill Alfred). Not completing any task (side or main) can have consequences. Main ones have drastic outcomes that he can only somewhat control if he attempts them.

Upon completion, he gets points and rewards. His rewards are anything from new skills, connections, weapons, resources, etc.

His points can be used either in the "shop" or for his skill tree (Tim desperately wishes it was a "pay to play" game so he can get more points).

The shop has weapons, elixirs (one of which is Lazarus water), one use spells, maps, information/clues, outfits with effects, armor, etc.

His skill tree has three main branches: Body, Mind, and Soul.

For Body, he can enhance any of his characteristics to the upper limits of humans: eye sight, health, stamina, strength, sense of smell, etc. His points can also lower the difficulty or time needed to learn a very specific skill (ex. spending 5 points to decrease time needed to learn how to wield a pistol).

For Mind, he can hasten his thinking speed, create defenses against multiple mental attacks (including emotional manipulation and telepathy), decrease the mental energy required per tasks, decrease time spent learning languages/information, etc.

For Soul, this includes abilities to protect himself from magical/whatever interference, increase charm, increase ability to understand/read others' emotions, etc.

If he sounds OP, worry not! Tim suffers from never having enough points (he learned the hard way that he also needs to keep an amount saved up in case he suddenly needs to buy a tool or skill to save his or someone else's life.). There's so much he can buy, but there are only so many hours to complete side missions

Tim's least favorite quest was when he was chilling alone with his Zesti and suddenly got the notification:

Run

Jason's a jerk for scaring the shit out of Tim like that at TT

#dc comics #tim drake #dc universe #thank you for the ask!!!!#dc au

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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Stamping a Tramp

bottom!ftm leon x top!masc reader

☆ Word Count: 1,866 ☆

AFAB Language Used

i kinda hate this,,,😭

CW: Non-Con, Unconscious Sex, Slut Shaming, Victim Blaming, Nipple Play, Fingering, Asphyxiation, Objectification, Spanking, Choking, Orgasm Denial, Creampie, Recording, Squirting, Corruption, Dumbification

You met Leon at a party in someone's dorm and he got so drunk that he passed out, leaving him in your care. You brought him to your room since he never told you what dorm he was in and let him sleep in your bed. Out of good faith, you took off his uncomfortable looking clothes. Just his jacket and jeans though, you left him in his underwear and shirt. You were going to leave him alone and sleep on the couch but he turned onto his stomach. You couldn't let a drunk person sleep in that position, so you were going to move him. But you noticed that his shirt rode up and you saw something weird on his lower back, a tattoo. Out of curiosity, you pushed down the band of his boxers just a little bit to find out that he has a tramp stamp.

You found Leon very attractive from the moment you met him. You put those thoughts aside in favor of his well-being, but now that you've seen his secret tattoo, you're not sure you can hold back.

You trace your finger along the prominent black lines and think about what you could do to him. He's completely unconscious, he wouldn't fight back. And if he woke up, he wouldn't have the strength or energy to get away. You sort of feel bad for having these thoughts but how couldn't you? With a body like that, it's only natural for you to be aroused by it. Plus, with that tattoo, it's clear he wouldn't mind.

Your dick wants you to rip his underwear off and fuck his amazing body but your brain wants you to take things slow. Just this one time, you decide it's okay to play with your ‘food’ before eating it.

You turn him onto his back and take his shirt off, revealing his large chest. You grope them and roll your thumbs around his nipples. You lean in and kiss his now hardened nub before swirling your tongue around it. You suck on his nipple while massaging his chest. Leon doesn't react much but if he were awake, he’d be a mess. You switch to his other nipple, sucking on them desperately. Leon’s breathing turns unstable as you stimulate his nipples, getting close to his peak. He's probably having an amazing dream right now. You bite his nipple, causing him to have an orgasm. You pull away from his chest and pause, watching his breathing stabilize and his body relax. You don't want him to wake up just yet.

You turn him back onto his stomach and grab the belt he was wearing. You tie his wrists together with the accessory as a precaution. You pull off his underwear and take a moment to admire his body. He has a perfectly plump ass and a fat pussy. You've never wanted to fuck anyone more than you want to fuck Leon right now. You run two of your fingers up his wet sex before shoving them inside his entrance, his pussy welcoming them with a tight hug. You're surprised that he isn't loose, but you're not complaining. You drag your digits in and out of him for a minute or two before pulling out. You stick your fingers in your mouth and taste his sweet juices before grabbing his waist and raising his ass in the air. You pull out your aching hard-on and align it with his hole. You force yourself inside him, finding it difficult to push your way inside. He’s almost unnaturally tight but you eventually manage to get yourself fully inside.

You rub his clit in circles, attempting to get him to loosen up. Leon’s breathing turns irregular as you do so. He lets out soft sounds and unconsciously moves his hips. Leon’s body tenses up as he orgasms again, his pussy spasms around your length before it relaxes completely. You start to slowly slide in and out of him, taking in the amazing feeling of his cunt.

“Taking me so well..” You murmur, running your hand up and down his back. Leon starts to wake up, shocked that can feel something thick inside him. He’s too drowsy to do anything, all he can do is take it and hope you stop.

“s…stop..” He pleads, his voice just barely loud enough for you to hear.

“Stop?” You laugh. “With a tattoo like this, you don't have the right to say that.”

Leon grimaces. You mean the tattoo he got thanks to a dare. He was saving up to get it removed before anyone could see it..

“Just relax and let me fuck this tight little pussy.” You spank his ass. “You know, you almost feel like a virgin.”

“I was.” He frowns.

You pause your thrusts. “Is that so?” Leon can practically hear your smirk. “Think I might keep you to myself then.”

Before Leon can respond, you're resuming your movements at a faster pace. So fast that his ass jiggles with each thrust. Leon bites his lip, he can't handle the way your cock slides in and out of him. It's too big, too thick, it's overwhelming. You place your hand on his neck and bury his face into the pillow, stopping him from breathing.

“Gonna turn you into a cum dump, baby.” You spank him with your free hand. “Make you a human pocket pussy.”

You can hear muffled sounds of protest coming from Leon.

“Aw, you don't like that? It's too bad that your feelings don't matter.” You chuckle. “Your only use now is to be fucked.”

Your words soon get drowned out as Leon starts to lose consciousness again. Tears rapidly fall down his face as you fuck him without remorse. He’s so lightheaded that it starts to feel a little good. You thrust into a part of his cunt that makes him see stars, his loud squeal gets muffled by the pillow but you know what it means. You angle your thrusts to hit that part repeatedly, your constant hits to his g-spot keeping him from falling unconscious. He can't even consider relaxing his body with the way you're assaulting his pleasure spot. God, he feels so good. He can't pretend that he doesn't.

Whatever Leon’s saying gets muffled so you decide to grant him the ability to speak by pulling on his hair and lifting his head up. “What is it, doll?”

His thoughts get thrown out the window thanks to him discovering a kink he didn't know he had. “Cuh- coming~!” He exclaims dreamily. Leon rolls his eyes back, moaning shamelessly as he chases his orgasm. Just as he's about to come, you stop.

You turn him onto his back and chuckle at his confused expression. He frowns and turns his head to the side, embarrassed as he comes back down to earth and realizes how shameful he was being. He can't believe what came out of his mouth. But regardless of that, he still wants to come. He’s completely humiliated but he's never felt that good before, he wants to feel it again.

You dig your nails into his waist and ram into him at full force, fucking him without a single thought for how he feels. You take one hand away from his waist, your other hand gripping his skin harder, and bring it up to his neck. You wrap your hand around it and choke him. His moans only increase from that, he hates that he likes it. He squeezes your cock and rolls his eyes back, an erotic look on his face. His vision turns fuzzy as he gets back to his peak, praying you’ll let him come this time. Unfortunately for him, you stop once you spill your seed inside his warmth. Once again preventing him from coming.

You pull out and spank his pussy, sending a surge of pleasure through Leon’s body. “Look at you, all wrecked from my cock.”

“Fuck you.” He grits his teeth. He’s mostly upset at you for taking advantage of him, but a small part of him is pissed that you wouldn't let him come. He reasons that he only wants to come so he can feel less terrible as you fuck him, but in reality, he just wants to feel good. “You- you sick—”

You land a harsh smack to his face. “Stop lying to yourself, I know you like this.” You take your phone and start recording him. “I wonder what would everyone think if they saw you like this..” You smirk, easing back into him.

“Don't-”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” You slap him again. You sigh and shake your head, fucking him with slow yet hard thrusts. “Dolls aren't supposed to complain.”

Before Leon can reply, your hand reaches down to his clit. He decides to shut up and let you please him. Maybe he'll finally be able to come.

You point the camera at his face. “You wanna come, don't you, Leon?”

He whimpers in response.

“Beg for it.” You fuck him faster.

Leon wants to come, so bad, but is it worth his pride? He’s doing this on camera too…He feels so good and no matter how hard he tries, he can't deny the pleasure he's feeling.

“..please-” He pauses. “Please let me come! I wanna come! Please!” He exclaims, feeling his orgasm approaching. He’s completely different from normal, he's slowly being ruined by you.

“Such a good little doll..” You keep rubbing his clit and move your phone to capture his entire body.

Leon arches his back and squirts, letting out a loud and shameless moan. You don't stop fucking him even as he starts to cry and whine. He’s never had an orgasm like that before, it was so much more intense than anything he's ever felt and you're not even giving him a second to recover. He starts to completely lose all the fight he had in him. He’s no longer gritting and bearing, he's embracing this. His lips form into a wide grin, unabashed moans coming out of his mouth.

“Imagine everyone's reactions when they see this video..” You chuckle. You have no intention of making this video public, you just want to see Leon’s reaction. “All your friends would find out about how you're just a stupid little slut. Isn't that right?”

Leon giggles dumbly and nods. “‘M a stupid slut~”

“And this stupid slut wants me to come inside him again, doesn't he?”

He nods rapidly. If you asked him this earlier, he’d have begged you not to. But now he wants whatever you want. He agrees with whatever you say.

“You’re perfect now. So fucking good for me.” You groan. “What a perfect cum dump.” You say as you bury yourself deep in his cunt, flooding his insides with cum. You pull out and rub his clit, gracing him with the ability to come again. Leon whimpers and tries not to move around too much. It's too stimulating but he can't help but want to chase the pleasure.

Leon lifts his hips and squirts all over you, a dazed look on his face before he passes out.

#wicks🕯works #top male reader #male reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x male reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil smut #resident evil x male reader #tw noncon #dark content #🕯️Leon #🕯️Resident Evil

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glow-worms-are-believers · 1 year

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Pride and Prejudice AU Anger Management (dp x dc)

Guess who just finished reading+watching Pride and Prejudice? And guess who’s now obsessed with making an Anger Management AU based on it? It’s me babyyyy (btw it's sorta more of a fusion than a proper AU I think?)

Casting: Jason as Elizabeth, his siblings as the bennet sisters. Alfred is mr bennet, Bruce is mrs. Bennet except they’re not silly they’re instead paranoid and emotionnaly stunted.

Jazz as Darcy, Danny as Georgiana.

Kon as Bingley (with Tim being Jane looool)

Vlad is lady catherine and dani is cousin anne.

Wickham is both the Al Ghul (Talia and Ra's) they pretended to be nice to the Fenton before trying to enslave/exorcice Danny.

Plot (which is basically just P&P but like slightly modified so it works):

Jazz & Danny got spit out the pits. The Al Ghuls pretended to be kind and honorable and stuff, and Jazz was just so happy the dimension they ended up in had some nice (though weird and formal) people. Then, she ends up finding Danny tied up and Ra’s talking about what an interesting specimen he is, and how he’ll help them figure out how to be immortal and all that. Jazz goes full-on Beserk mode and destroys the base + burying pits.

Vlad and Dani end up there too a little later, but she doesn’t tell them the specifics just not to interact with the League of Assassins. Danny is hurt and Jazz is still a bit feral. They end up in Kansas where the Kents offer them a place to stay for a while. So they do stay, and Superman+family end up being really nice people. She doesn’t tell them about the Ra’s, just that the trip between dimension was rough. She also says nothing about Danny’s power and keeps that secret because he’s still hurt and she doesn’t want anyone trying to take advantage of him.

Magic users recognize her as Queen Regent of the Infinite Realms and like everyone who’s met her agrees she’s a fair and kind ruler, so they respect her a lot. So Captain Marvel, Zatanna and Wonder Woman (after they mention Pandora) all vouch for the Fentons and they’re generally just considered really powerful and benevolent.

Anyways danny is severely injured (plus his powers are really reduced) and Jazz is so stressed about it not to mention the queen regent thing (she has paperwork and correspondence with Frostbite, Pandora and Clockwork for all kind of stuff to do, including making sure there is no war after the future King was kidnapped by humans wanting to experiment on him again!!!) plus making a good impression on the league. So she comes off as a little bit stand-offish especially to the heroes she doesn’t know super well. She’s been burnt by the Al Ghul and is just so busy and stressed she has little energy for socialization. She accidentally snubs Dick which everyone in the batfam takes as an insult plus a lot of the younger generation heroes do too. General consensus is that she’s a bit stuck-up and only makes an effort for the big names (Superman, Wonder Woman, Captain Marvel).

Jazz makes a comment about Jason after Kon teases her about him (like “I know his type, pretty bad boy with a list of issues a mile long, not to mention how shit at emotions the bats apparently are”) and he overhears and is like not like I would want to end up with such an arrogant snob no matter how handsome she looks.

So anyways, they end up going on a few missions together and Jazz gets to see that Jason is actually a really good person who does his best and wants to help everyone so bad. Also, he’s so good with kids and Jazz is 100% sure Danny would love him despite him hating most of her previous boyfriends.

Meanwhile, Jason sees how she keeps taking down the villains faster than him and even takes on some of his that he was handling thank you very much, and assumes she’s being condescending instead of trying to be helpful.

She also talks about school that she’s started and how much she enjoys it because she heard he likes to read but he takes it at a dig at how he never completed his formal education which is a sore spot. She also sometimes completely disregard his suggestion when they go after supernaturals which fair but like super rude?! But it’s just Jazz being used to being in charge and having to wrangle a bunch of go in first, think of a plan later type of people.

(Talia has come by and fed the batfam an edited story of what happened with the pits, which makes Jazz look really shady.)

Danny sees Jazz is completely crushing on this dude and after hearing her talk about him for so long, he’s on board with Jason and also curious to get to know him. Danny tells her to go for it and ask him out. Meanwhile, they each agree to tell Vlad nothing, because he might not be as crazy as he used to be, but he’s still a complete ass.

So at some point, after a mission, she takes Jason aside and asks him out, while insulting his family accidentally (like makes a joke about reserving an extra table for his brothers to spy on them). She means it as a gentle tease, but Jason takes it as a giant insult, since it’s also super true so instead of just saying no, he goes for the snark.

“Thanks and all but I dont date future villains.”

Jazz is fucking insulted. “Ok wow. From what I heard everyone in your family has at least one alternate version of themselves whos a villain, so keep talking shit?!”

“Not even trying to hide your contempt for us now are you?”

“I don’t have contempt for you guys.”

“No? You told Kon he shouldn’t date Tim!”

“That is NOT true! I said to take it slowly while he deals with his identity issues as a clone first to make sure he doesn’t jump into something new while he’s not ready!”

“Yeah, sure. I’m sure it’s got nothing to do with how 'shit at emotions' my family is.”

“Well, it doesn’t help that you’re all emotionally stunted, no!”

“That’s your excuse for Tim, sure. But what about that nice little tale Talia told us?”

“Talia Al Ghul?”

“Yeah. Now why would a hero like yourself cause the complete collapse of a secret organization they should have no knowledge of considering they had arrived in the dimension less than a week ago? I mean, I know they’re assassins and all, but I thought you guys had landed in Smallville, Kansas. That’s a long way to go if you really didn’t have designs on the fucking pits. Did you or did you not burry the pits where no-one except someone who can go invisible and doesn’t need to breathe could access it?”

“I did.”

“And you want to tell me you’re not a villain? You may have everyone else fooled, but I know what you are.”

“Fine,” she says. “If that’s what you want to think. Sorry you had to endure my presence for so long.”

She leaves him a note still, because she knows at least some of the batfam have had contact with the pits. She knows he’s a good person and actually really trustworthy plus how much he cares about children, so she trusts him with Danny’s secret. She explains how Talia and Ra’s have plans with the pits and liminals, and to look out for himself. She tells him to verify with Zantanna if he wants because she’s the one who helped put up the wards to hide Danny’s presence while he recuperates.

Jason is like, ok so maybe she’s not a future villain. So he feels a little bad about his outburst plus dumb about trusting Talia about anything, she’s a liar that is well-known. But he still stands by turning Jazz down coz she is genuinely sort of a snob a lot of times.

After that they go on a few missions together and Jazz acts much better, she actually listens to his feedback even if most of the time she doesn’t need to when it’s supernatural beings. She also seems way less wound-up and doesn’t say a word about how emotionally constipated the bats are, which she used to do way more often. She’s being polite, kind and open to suggestion and Jason is like so maybe I judged a bit fast. He also starts to see how many responsibilities she actually shoulders (Queen Regent, her brother, Justice League stuff) and he’s a little humbled by how well she does it. At some point he meets a Realm Ghost who talks about what a great Queen she is and all that she’s done for them and Jason starts feeling some feelings.

They meet up again for a low-level mission with a supes, it’s like undercover/surveillance about white collar crimes or something, and the vibe between Jazz and Jason is super good until he gets a call.

Damian/Cass end up captured on a mission by the Al Ghuls to experiment on. All the batfam is losing their minds and Jazz is like this is my fault they know about ectoplasm at all, because she trusted them and talked to much while Jason is like no I’m the one who should’ve told them.

Jazz goes and rescue the batkid. In exchange she offers one vial of pure ectoplasm (ecto dejecto) which she was saving for emergency in case she gets injured. She tells the Al Ghuls this is worth all the test subjects “from which you’ll try and extract it and it probably won’t work. So do your crazy experiment on that and leave liminals alone.”

So yeah the designated batkid is rescued (tho they don’t realize by who cause they’re unconscious) and Jazz asks Superman to take the credit for it. Jason learns it was Jazz and feels so guilty and grateful. He bakes/cooks something and goes to thank her. He meets Danny who is super excited to meet him and doesn’t know about the messy rejection coz Jazz didn’t tell him because she thought she might have deserved it a little bit.

So Jason sees how sweet Jazz is with Danny and how much more relaxed she is at home and he’s like ok, so maybe, maybeee I have a feeling about this. Meanwhile, Jazz is still completely gone on him (the man can cook!) and Danny approves. Jazz doesn’t really have the heart to tell him it’s not happening.

All the while, because of Jazz’s connection to the pits the batfam are super suspicious of her and keep making digs at her. Jason feels terrible about it (since she literally saved the batkid) but Jazz just takes it and answers back politely, cause she likes Jason still and doesn’t want to antagonize his family.

Meanwhile, Kon and Tim started dating and the whole batfam are like ‘finally!’ Kon defends Jazz anytime one of the batfam says something about her and they think he’s a little naive but they like him so they stop when he’s there.

Vlad ambushes Jason at some point and tells him he’s not allowed to date Jazz. And Jason is just like “fuck you I do what I want”. He eventually admits to Vlad he isn’t dating her, but when Vlad asks him promise he never will, Jason says “I’m not promising that, she and I can do what we want.”

At some point Jason and Jazz meet together by coincidence, and it’s a little awkward. Jazz has not been able to forget about him, she just likes him a lot so she goes, “I heard Vlad came by.”

“Yeah, what a weirdo.”

“Yeah, Sorry about him.”

“Hey you have to deal with my crazy family, it’s only fair.”

They laugh

“Sorry if this makes you unfomfortable, say the word and I’ll never mention it again, but I can’t help but ask. I still like you a lot and I wanted to know, could you maybe might have changed your mind about a date?”

“Yes. Uh, I mean for the date, yes I’d like to go on one.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I, actually, Um. I like you a lot too?”

So they end up dating and they actually like each other a whole lot. Danny is over the moon, as is Dani. Vlad still thinks Jason isn’t good enough for Jazz. The whole batfam is like wtf, I thought you hated her. Dick is the first to be like gotta make an effort for Little Wing’s girlfriend and ends up thinking she’s actually pretty cool. The rest are slower to follow, and Bruce is snail-pace. Alfred just likes that Jason is happy so he’s all for it.

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batpham-discord-highlights · 2 years

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DALV Energy Drink

there is a popular energy drink that becomes all the rage everywhere even Gotham. Tim out of curiosity of its claims takes it. And starts to feel really energize and stronger.

but overtime he starts to have weird side effects. strength he knows is impossible for him, knowing for certain his hand should not have passed through his mug.

turns out the energy drink is called Spectacular... it’s actually connected to specter... as Spect is in different font.

upon analysis the drink has something similar to pit water in it. uwu and you see where this is going kek

also 100% Vlad's idea =w= if he can’t have the only halfa like him he'll make more.

Danny just finding this out the same time as Tim.

ok just plopping a mini-idea plot kek

It’s not 100% like sunset overdrive but def love it like I do

Is one of the side effects mood swings?

strong emotions yes

Yeah, Tim should try to figure it out without telling his family because ‘embarrassing’

Question, would the rest of the batfam try it?

Jason, no. He's against energy drinks on principal. Plus, the stuff is rank.

Damian, also no. he'd never drink something as plebian as an energy drink.

Dick is a maybe

Dick, maybe? But he doesn't like the way it makes him feel, so he only tries it once

Bruce, absolutely no.

Alfred would have a conniption if he found any energy drinks in the house

Cass would try

She would

Duke too, he doesn’t have an opinion on energy drinks, but likes the taste of some and is willing to try

Then she'd make a face at the taste and never touch it again

Duke drinks it too, but it doesn't affect him because of his powers

he doesn’t have fast metabolism in his skillset

i mean in canon

Healing ability: it has been discovered that Duke's powers allow him to heal rapidly in dire situations.

he has this

Hmm…

fanon we can do whatever

Maybe his rapid healing repairs the damage the ectoplasm does before it can take root

you have a point there

Like, you know the radium girls?

yeah

Ectoplasm is like that, except with DNA instead of bone

So, Duke's healing factor keeps the ectoplasm from changing his DNA

he is the only one that can drink it without consequences

Can I just say I still want someone to trick Jason into drinking it and he ends up falling through a chair?

If we go with the ectoplasm = lazarus pit, it’d be like a temp boost for him

especially if the ectoplasm in the drinks is purer

Imagine Jason starts drinking it and it helps filter out the lazarus water from his system and replace it with cleaner ectoplasm

yeah, this ⬆️

Lol, I can see Jason scowling, plugging his nose and chugging the stuff. It nasty but damn it if it isn't effective

Bruce is in the corner trying to figure out why his kids are experimenting with it

Yes

Also, low key imagine after all is said n done jazz keeps the rest of the drinks, /stored away for emergency uses...

It’s a nice little thing for Danny

Or jokingly, Vlad is allowed to legally sell it with proper warning labels...

Yess it’s a good pick me up for Danny

Unless that says not suitable for human consumption, then no

Can see Tim having a hard time stopping.

Probably

halfa Tim?

oooh halfa Tim

If they get Jason hooked on it, you could have both

Him and Tim

👀

Tim not noticing he's a ghost now and standing in the kitchen making coffee when someone else walks in and double takes

even better if ghost Jason was the one to walk in and he's freaking out

and freaks out more seeing ghost Tim

ghost Jason falls through the floor in shock

gets stuck waist deep in the ground and starts yelling

Yesss

Danny now constant contact because A he likes these guys and B he wants to help them

Danny adopts the silly new halfas

under his wing

Vlad got fucked. He succeeded and failed lol because they just band with Danny XD

Vlad: YES IT WORKED

Danny: mine now

Vlad: NO NO NO

Can mix in where Tim n Danny swapped their villains wanting them kind of XD

Ooo they now have to keep making the drinks but remove like the caffeine and abundance of sugar… more "healthy" for back up reserves.. Alfred overseeing this. His n Jazz's idea, since they have 3 halfas and 4 if Danielle shows

i like this

Dani probably got a power boost from the standard drink

This feels like it’d be so much fun to read

it does

now, someone has to actually write it

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Note: It’s being written here.

#ghosts and bats channel #danny phantom #batman #dp x dc #danny fenton #tim drake #dick grayson #bruce wayne #damian al ghul #jason todd #dp crossover #jason peter todd #cassandra wayne #cassandra cain #duke thomas #energy drinks #ectoplasm #vlad masters

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inklore · 2 years

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involuted

premise: the only thing complicated about yours and wades relationship was who was going to be on top before the other could claim bottom, and the annoying little buzzing in your stomach you got anytime he was around.

pairing: wade wilson x (f)reader

word count: 881

warnings: eighteen+ content, sexwork, m receiving oral, throatfucking, sarcasm, established friends with benefits relationship, this doesn’t have a time stamp but reader definitely knows he is deadpool, one sided pining.

etc: since this is my first time writing for wade i wouldn't classify this as being the bestttt but it's a start and i am totally down to write for him again in the future.

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Yours and Wade’s relationship was a complicated one—if you considered him showing up at your doorstep, or busting through your window in his little red suit to occupy your bed and your body, and then leaving some bills on your bedside table before he left, then yeah, super complicated.

If you didn’t inspect your weird friendship that was sort of affection—and that alone—then it had complicated written all over it.

But if you took the relationship at face value that you only saw Wade when he wanted something from you, that something being one of three holes on your body, and the crisp bills he was definitely helping you pay your rent with; things weren’t so complicated.

You fucked. He paid.

It lost the novelty of ‘service’ long ago when he became your only client.

Finding yourself looking forward to your nights together. A cheerfulness buzzing through your veins when you see him against your white sheets, and the green on your nightstand.

Plus, fucking Wade was easily the best nights of your week you had, compared to when you’re not fucking Wade on the other nights.

The story is too long and you have little energy to delve into how it all started. But three shots of tequila later and a shitty bet, and you’d been on your knees in the bar bathroom, Wade’s dick in your mouth.

A dick that’s currently in your mouth.

Currently hitting the back of your throat making you gag around it, spit coating your lips and cheeks, as Wade pulls your head off the side of the mattress and fucks your mouth.

One hand holding you in place by your jaw, the other around your neck; the outline of his cock moving against his palm as his length reaches parts of your throat you didn’t even let a doctor touch.

Like most things Wade did, his dick was just as impressive.

Impressive and annoyingly good at what it did, a wetness growing between your thighs even as he just uses your mouth. The smirk on his face as he looks down at you, the low grunts that get swallowed down.

You can’t remember how long you’ve been at this, how long he’s had his cock shoved down your throat and tears streaming down your cheeks—your jaw feeling the heavy pull and lock of being left open for far too long.

But you can’t complain. Don’t want to complain.

Not with the ache of arousal at your core and how each bump of the head of his cock at the back of your throat makes your body tremble.

A slew of sarcastic filth slips from his mouth, a praise that makes you preen covered up with something humorous—making you moan around him; before his hips are staggering and he’s holding them in place, your nose flush against his pelvis, as he comes down your throat.

His palm staying at the column of your neck encouraging you to swallow every drop of him.

After you’ve righted yourself, swiping your hand across your mouth to clean it, perching yourself on the edge of the bed, Wade working at the button of his pants as more sarcasm leaves his mouth. As he ventures over to your sink—in your very small apartment—to grab a glass of water, as if he exhausted himself, as if his mutated cells really needed hydration.

“Superheroes, they’re just like us.” You joke, with a smirk.

“Hey!” He points a finger towards you, as he walks back to the edge of the bed. Handing you the glass, “superheroes wish they had this fine stitching and tight ass.”

You hum, smiling around the rim of the glass as you take a few sips. Hating the—complicated—whoosh your stomach does when he wipes away a tear on your cheek you must have missed.

A whoosh that seems to come more often than not when he’s around, a complicated sickly feeling that makes you want to ask him to stay longer; maybe even do something as grotesque as have breakfast together or something.

The curve of his grin let’s you know you’ve been staring at him, ignoring everything that’s came out of his mouth to watch his lips move—lips that seem too plush, too enticing.

“Did I hurt you?”

Your face contorts into an ‘as if’ look, “you’re not that big Wade.”

“Oh, so the gagging and feminine noises of enjoyment were theatrics? I can hear Julliard calling on line one,” he mimics holding up a fake phone to his ear.

“Feminine noises?” You snort with laughter, “your way with words really-”

“Riles you up? Get the juices juicing?”

You fake a gag, shoving the glass of water back in his hand. “Leave before I return your seed to you.”

Wade chuckles under his breath, setting the glass on your bedside table. A screech coming from your abused throat, making it feel even more raw, when he grabs the back of your leg and pulls you so you’re spread out on your back and he’s hovering over you.

“It’s rude to let a customer leave without getting his money's worth.” His forehead pressing against yours, his thumb and forefinger titling your chin up to reach his lips.

Your insides clenching and tangling themselves into a mess; complication be damned.

#wade wilson smut #wade wilson fic #deadpool smut #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson x you #deadpool imagine #wade wilson x y/n #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson x fem!reader #deadpool x y/n #deadpool x reader #deadpool x you #deadpool fic #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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mickeytheticklee · 7 months

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Jealousy tickles

Pairing: Ler!Gina Porter x Lee!Reader

Summary: You throw a surprise for Gina after a bad night of jealousy

Warnings: Tickling, raspberries, bad flirting?, hsmtmts spoilers if you care about that, writing this I realize there's no mention of Ricky Bowen

An: Based on the one episode where Ricky decorates Gina's trailer

Having a girlfriend makes you do weird things, such as suddenly being an expert on arts and crafts on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Wait Gi I'm not finished.", You say, although Gina enters her trailer. You would stop her from entering but you were too busy setting up streamers and making sure it didn't drop. Sure enough when Gina opened the door it fell again, but with dozens of failed attempts you gave up. But one streamer doesn't matter when you decorated a whole banner, got her a gift basket with all her favorite goodies, and a Build a Bear stuffed animal clothed as a cheerleader in less than three hours. Gina was flabbergasted, not believing the surprise you left in her trailer. It was as if you were throwing a birthday party, even if both of your birthdays landed during second semester. Before seizing a splurge of kisses or a hug you fix one minor detail to your plan.

“Wait!", You say, putting your hand up. You grabbed the red and white confetti from the couch and swooshed it in the air. Yes it made a big mess but it didn't matter, since there's people to clean up the mess. “Okay now I'm finished."

With much energy Gina gave you a big hug. The ones that she loves you a bit too hard that it sucks your soul out. You've gotten better at holding her whenever she leans foward in hugs. Usually when she does your masculine strength can barely hold on and you almost fall over. But not this time. Secretly in your mind you give yourself props for that.

“You did all this?? How??", Gina asks, looking around at her trailer filled with treats. She's never been happier in her entire life. Plus this was perfect timing as she's been having a tiring day from filming scene to scene on HSM4 with costar Mack.

“It took two days, bribery, and some advice from Ashlyn but I made it happen.", You say, smiling at Gina. Preparation was WORK, but it was worth it to see a billion dollar smile from Gina. In one day you were on a mission to get Gina's favorites from the mall and set them up into a basket. As for the cute bear in a red cheerleading outfit you had a friend from Build A Bear to give you a discount (not because you were friends but because your girlfriend is a movie star). As far as the trailer you told your plan to Ashlyn, the only person that knows about you and Gina from an accidental make out in the bathroom during Halloween. She liked it, although complained that it was missing something. That anyone who was dating Gina needed to go big or go home.

Coming from the person who lived with Gina for awhile, you can trust her word.

“You're such a surprise everyday y/n, but why?", Gina asks, having her hands on the back of your neck. She had on a cheerleader outfit on with her hair straightened with a ponytail, such a look that you absolutely love. Gina has been flaunting the hell out of her cheerleading outfits that it had put you in such a lee mood. Which makes you rewind that you set this surprise up from you seeing Gina share a tickle moment with Mack.

“I wanted to apologize for being a dick with Mack and being a downer during the whole. It wasn't me.", You say, apologizing for what happened last night. You two sit down on the couch, discussing of what came from the small gathering at Ashlyn's house.

“I can't be mad, Kourtney was sort of pushing it with the ship questions between me and Mack.", Gina says, holding your hand. A couple of days ago there was a celebration of Gina being the lead role of HSM4, the reunion. As everyone was dancing to hsm songs and eating pizza from Biggie's pizzeria the main event was Mack coming. He came with stacks of Apple cider for everyone to enjoy, all while wearing the matching purple and blue bracelet as Gina. Suddenly that small detail had the party questioning if there was a secret relationship with Gina.

She's in a secret relationship, just not with him.

Thru numerous denies everyone was suspecting that they were a thing. Even though the evidence in question was being in a movie with him and matching bracelets they had to make for a scene. Yet she was wearing the headphones you gifted her and her lipstick being smack dab in the middle of your neck, in the open. Same shade and all. Yet the small photo that Kourtney took of them made them viral in less than twenty minutes, and now suddenly people were asking questions and making ship names for them. MaGi, seriously?

“I know, but I haven't been much of a supportive girlfriend since you've been casted. I'm proud of you for taking this opportunity and that after school you'll go to new Zealand and be a pretty princess.", You say, grazing Gina's chin. Gina giggles, her nose scrunching while looking at you. “I sort of...been jealous of you and Mack. I mean I know we're supposed to have a secret relationship because of the documentary and hiding that you aren't such a mean bisexual but I thought maybe someone could've gotten the hint. Excluding Ashlyn because she's nosy. But I'm sorry, I should've never acted that way."

You were waiting for a response from Gina's big brown eye stare. She stares trying to copy your habit of wandering in her eyes and just smiling. When she stops she leans in for a soft kiss. Feeling the small spark you both kiss again. “I accept your apology, and I understand. Having to idolize Mack and making a movie with him people have seemed to be more delusional than me. But I promise once this musical and movie are over we'll hangout more and hopefully they'll get the hint that we're dating. But Mack is America's puppy, you're my puppy.", Gina says, patting your head. You weren't ever sure if your friends will get the hint of you and Gina dating. They'll still bring up the Mack cutout even if she was wearing your sweatshirt.

“Also...there's a lot of things that I wouldn't do to Mack that I'd do to you.", She says, her tone getting slightly lower while making intense eye contact with you. You make intense eye contact back, almost wanting to break it by how wide your smile was getting. You thought Gina's flirt was another chance to kiss you, but sometimes you never know what she's thinking.

“And what is it?", You saying, leaning closer trying to close the hint with a kiss. As you get closer Gina doesn't budge, but she does smirk. “Why don't I tickle you and find out.", Gina says, not even giving you a five second head start and tickling you. You were laughing with your head back over Gina's probing to your side.

“GIGIGIGI!!", You say, already laughing and barely getting any strength out to release her hand from the grips on your side. Although you say her name in hopes for her to stop you make no effort to push the tickles away. In fact you tried to get in a comfortable position on the couch to get your giggles in from Gina. Even if most of the tickles were done sneaking in Gina's bed at night a small brown couch in the trailer will do. Your laughter melts on the couch, letting your body vibe with the giggles and scribbling of Gina's fingers to your tummy.

“I forgot you haven't been tickled for four days, no wonder why you've been a bit jealous.", She says, teasing you. Still laughing upon the tickles you cover your face in embarrassment. You can sense the pink rising from your cheeks. “SHUTUPUPHAHAHA!!", You say, reacting to the pokes and deep thumb massaging on your side, inching close to your ribs. You were laying down, being surprised that your limbs were under control from the wild tickling. But that's the power of Gina's tickling, to where everything else is calm but your still screeching and wheezing until it stops.

“Shut up? Make me. Use that masculine strength of yours to get me to stop.", She teases you once again. You always brag about being strong and calling it masculine energy by holding the door for Gina or opening the car door her. Yet Gina adores your high pitched laughs whenever her finger squeezes through your armpit. “STOPHAGAHAHAHA!!!", You laugh, trying to use that energy but instead to Gina unlimited access to tickle your armpits and neck.

Gina giggles, loving to tickle you. “Want me to stop? Okay, I will.", She says, not tickling you anymore. Of course she even knows that won't be possible so she circles your palm with her finger. Within a minute you were pouting and clinging onto Gina, wondering when you'll get tickles back. “I was kidding...", You say whining to Gina. Yet Gina can't go one week without teasing you, even if afterwards you get tortured and you feel better.

“You want me to tickle you? Recite the Mark and Spark theme song.", Gina says, insisting you do that as a reward of possible tickles. As much as Gina obsesses over that show you haven't seen a lick of yet. You tried to sing the melody from the times Jet made fun of Gina for liking such a childish show. Once your mind was able to work you had half of the song memorized, with a few mumbles in between. But it was enough to satisfy Gina.

“Okay lay down so I can tickle you.", She says, pushing you back down and using her one hand to scribble your tummy. The other was holding your hand, still lightly grazing your palm with her thumb. You were giggling, looking at Gina and loving these tickles. You took your hands and scrunched them around Gina's face, wanting her to get closer for a kiss. With each small kiss and little pecks trailing off to your jawline and chin became a very unexpected neck raspberry. “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!", You say, bursting into a fit of giggles. It's surprising that such a thing would make you laugh this hard, since this is Gina's first time ever doing it.

“Wait, that was kind of fun.", Gina says, loving the reaction you gave. You were laughing about it, nodding but being too tongue tied in your giggles to respond back. “NONONOGINAHAHAHHW!!", You say until your words get cut off my laughter again of another neck raspberry from Gina. Since you two been dating she's loves to tickle you. But it's only ever soft tickles while you two are cuddling and watching a movie. You love your soft tickles but you wanted to be challenged and get tortured by Gina. She's been procrastinating on her research because of school and extracurricular activities, but you were good up to now about her not knowing the secret of raspberries.

Still Gina was tickling your tummy, having her hands either on the sweatshirt you were wearing or the bare skin exposed from wiggling around too much. You were still laughing, unable to think of a sneaky comeback that'll make Gina tickle you more. “IHAHHAHAHHAHAHNN", You laugh, still hating how your brain can barely form words from Gina having her fingers around your neck and pinching your thighs. You were gasping for any sense of words but it gets tangled in your loud, bubbly laughter. “Let me give you a break before something happens.", Gina says, giving you some water from her backpack to give to you. Even when hydrated you were still whining about feeling empty without your tickles.

“I'll tickle you tonight during our HSM marathon. But for right now let's go before Kourtney goes on a hunt to find me.", Gina says, helping you up and making sure your sweatshirt isn't too wrinkled. By this time practice would've been over and everyone heads down the block for pizza. She fixes your collar with stars in her eyes, giving you one last kiss before you're not allowed to be five feet near each other. “Thank you for this surprise."

“Anything for my superstar."

#random ass short fic bc I'm stressed #i would've done tickltober but I've been so busy 😭😭#i hate stopping by once a month then dipping #tickling #tickle fic #gina porter #hsmtmts

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Feb 29th

the moon got me out of bed this morning. it was shining in my eye- pretty impressive considering my blinds were closed.. somehow the moon lined up with the tiny whole in the blind were the sting is that holds the whole thing together and my eye ball. i said out loud what is that? is that the moon? it was. today was a difficult day.. people were weird. or maybe i was? i deal with a lot of stupidity - today ilet it get to me. and my team lead- always always always trying to get over. every conversation i have to have my guard up because she is plotting.. and this is where i have to be mindful of my tone. No, Christine, thats not what we agreed to. she tries to act dumb. my workout was hard- james said it IS a hard workout plus i havent worked out in a week. it felt hard and heavy.. but i did it. my girl Kika put a smile on my face. i wish i could bring her home with me. i love it when she walks up to me and nudges my hand to pet her. I get home and Madison is complaining she has nothing to eat. we were suppose to have a supervisors meeting today- every thursday. didn't happen. the ice queen came in drunk on Monday- was sick tues and wed- came in today but i barely saw her. its really sad how horrible she looks- she looks sick. i have been working on a challenging review all week. its not all rainbows and unicorns. i have about 1 more paragraph to write before i submit it. my fitbit says i am due to get my period today- so maybe i'm the energy that is off. one of my reps is having a hard time with her boyfriend of 14 years- he likes to cheat on her. he's also verbally abusive and i found out today, he doesnt work. she was leaving him but decided to stay. she showed me a picture of what she said was his dick, in a cage- this is the only reason I'm staying- he has to put this on when he leaves the house. what a mess.! i want to tell her to leave and she deserves better and i want to tell her all the things...i dont say much. i cant judge... i can, but i dont. if you need boxes let me know. i did ask her if they had an agreement that he could fuck other people. Absolutely not. today was an added day- a bonus day-to keep our months and seasons aligned..i have to work my late night tomorrow- i hate it. ive been asking to get off friday night since i started them. im taking

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st-guliks-fnord · 6 months

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Finally onto the brand new 6th Cat’s Eye Chronicles book after doing a full series reread and this is…not what I expected. Ig I shouldn’t be surprised that even 6 years (and books) on Crash & Sora are still doing a “will they won’t they” “this will never work out clearly they don’t have feelings for me & I can’t love them even though they consume my every waking thought” but I am genuinely disappointed that a love triangle appeared, now, in book 6, after how much I praised this series for never doing a love triangle during Peak YA Love Triangle Ubiquity when I was a teenager.*

*(Caprion was never for a moment a love triangle option Shreffler just needs us all to know that every significant male character in these books is Tall, Gorgeous, and Rippling With Muscle because would it even be a fantasy romance otherwise. Sora was the eyes telling us how gorgeous Caprion was but c’mon his only romantic option was always Moss/Krait and he and Sora didn’t have a single romantic moment together for all Caprion and Crash didn’t get along bc of fantasy world racism between the Harpies and Nameless)

Also the sudden demon a/b/o dynamics energy with all of the Sixth Race being able to see that Crash dicked Sora down two years ago and referring to her as his mate when that was never a thing unless you count him telling her once, immediately before the aforementioned sex, that afterwords she would “always be his”. And his weird possessiveness without the sentimentality. He’s always been quiet, and they’ve been apart for two years, but they were only ever more physically intimate after moments of increased emotional intimacy. The intermittent physical heat between them without them breaking communications back open just feels wrong. The idea of Crash’s demon marking her somehow so she’s inherently more…susceptible to him (very a/b/o energy), without her knowing about it, when previously she was in control of whenever their relationship progressed physically also feels wrong and almost certainly will lead to a big fallout between them. Where would their relationship be without the misunderstanding->fight->make up pattern, I suppose. But he’s just Not Talking to her again. How many times have we relearned this exact lesson now, Crash? Every single book so far? Yeah okay.

Also not so much a fan of Sora suddenly constantly collapsing from this magic sickness in her cat’s eye; yes she’s always been a Mary Sue character but she kicked so much ass in books 4 and 5 and this simpering waif collapsing alternately into the arms of Crash or Gracen thing is so much worse. Like she got in the one ass-kicking of Nameless savants and then immediately got spelled, what happened to her cat’s eye protecting her from all magic including the Dark God’s plague this just feels like…a different canon than the previous series. The six year time gap from the publication of book 5 doesn’t help I’m sure, but what the hell.

Plus didn’t Caprion destroy a full-blooded demon in the novella? But now the big “series finale” sacrifice in book 5 just destroyed Cerastes’ mortal body but not his demon?? When everyone stressed so much that the whole reason for a Seraph existing was to destroy demons by sacrificing themselves in a blaze of extremely powerful light? What is the point of killing the mortal vessel if the demon survives anyway?? And is more powerful outside of a body? And apparently more powerful than a Cat’s Eye which previously was simply Not A Thing?

At this point I have to finish it, and I see that there’s supposed to be a 7th book which I assume means that Sora and Crash are not going to smooth out their relationship before the end of this one, but honestly if Sora ends up with Gracen after 6 whole books of this painfully slow slowburn with Crash I’ll be more disappointed than when book 5 ended with them going off to pursue their separate goals with the implication that they’d end up together later after some time to mature on their own, because that just made sense after the tumultuous relationship they’d established. But honestly both of them had emotionally matured so much by book 5 that this 6th book feels like backwards progress. Like this book legit does the exact thing Drew Gooden just called out in his recent Star Wars video, it legit gives Sora PTSD so her character has regressed & needs to redo the development she already had, while also making her physically ill so she’s back to being just as useless as she was in Book 1 before her entire development of becoming strong enough to feel confident in her skills and herself & to meet and converse with Crash as an equal…where is the Sora that impressed Crash with her understanding that he needed time to go back to The Hive and confront his past to truly move forward but trusted him to come back to her, like I’m tired.

#idk if anyone here has even heard of these books #but I just needed to rant a little #books #cat’s eye chronicles #on the books at the end of the day if crash and sora don’t end up together it is what it is & their relationship isn’t totally healthy #but off the books if Crash x Sora isn’t completely canon by the end of this I will riot #like if she ends up with Gracen what are we even doing here #what was the point of the last ten years of real life and 4 years of book timeline #book rant #long post #these books will always have a special place in my heart #partially bc fanart for these books was where I first really started to get the hang of drawing people #like my first fanart that didn’t look like absolute shit was of these characters #mostly crash and burn #i still get a kick out of seeing their names together #it had to have been on purpose #i mean ‘Crash and Burn’#come on

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nella09archive · 8 months

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Marriage. 27

Chapter 27: The Call of The Moon

Goku is acting really weird. Every time I tried to get off the counter, he puts me back. While he ate, he didn’t take his eyes off me. I didn’t feel like I did something wrong. Plus, he’s giving me this weird look that making my skin burn. Maybe I could try to get off one more time. Ok, he didn’t get up this time, but he is watching me. What am I going to do? Uh? He’s using his finger, singling me to come over to him. I timidly walk over, once I’m close enough, he grabs me and placed me on his lap. I try to say something, only for him to put food in my mouth. That reminds me, I haven’t eaten. I was so worried for Goku.

After I swallow, he tried giving me more. Uh? Is he feeding me? I took it, and it made him smile. I don’t know what’s going on, but this isn’t too bad. Before I knew it, I was feeding him, while he continued feeding me. When the food was done, I tried to collected dishes, so I could wash them, but he wouldn’t let me off his lap. “Come on, Goku. I have to clean the dishes.” He let me go, but the moment I tried to collected the dishes, he did it and brought it over to the sink. “Goku, are you ok?”

“I’m fine. Aren’t you going to wash dishes?” Uh? Did his voice change? I quickly went over to wash dishes. I was half way done, when Goku hugged me from the back, and started kissing my neck. I tried my best to focus. Soon enough, Goku had undid my clothes, and had his hands grabbing my hips. What’s going on here? The moment I placed the last dish, on the dishrack, I was turned around and back on the counter. He then smirked, and licked his lips. “Mine.”

He went straight for my neck, and licked the bitemark. I felt my body burning up, and a pool building up between my legs. He then roughly kissed my lips, as he forcefully got my top finally to my hips. He picked me up quickly to completely undress me. Then I felt him scratch my sides, and I moan into his mouth. I shortly felt his fingers being shoved in me, while his thumb roughly rubbed my clit. “AH.” What’s he’s doing to my vagina was so forceful, yet it felt so good. He kissed his way down my neck, back to the bitemark. When he licked and bit down there, I saw stars as I came.

“More?” I could feel his smirk against my ear. I couldn’t find my voice, but whatever energy I had I nodded. That felt good. “Good.” He purr into my hear. I half opened my eyes, and saw him sucking the fingers, that were just recently in me. He looked so sinister with that grin. Next thing I knew I became his meal.

Before long I was bent over the counter, begging for more. When did Goku become so aggressive? After another orgasm hit, I was left panting, and barely felt when Goku finally came. Soon after, he carried me to the couch. He sat me on his lap, as he rubbed my hips. “Are you happy?” All I could do was nod my head. I was starting to get exhausted. “Does it feel good to be fucked by me?” I was shock by his choice of words, but I couldn’t deny it. I nodded again. “Good. I love it when you’re happy, it makes me happy. I love it when you feel good, too. Especially when I’m fucking you.”

He then pulled me in for a kiss. That’s when I felt that he was ready for another go. Tonight, he just won’t stop. I felt my back touch the cough, and his dick rammed into me. “No matter how much I fuck you, you’re still so tight and wet. You’re too perfect! All mine!” Before I knew it, I was seeing stars, and hearing the most animalist noise, coming from my Goku.

…

Why does my head hurts? What happened last night? Wait! Where am I? I finally opened my eyes, and was met with the ceiling of our room. When did I come home? I then look down, and saw Chichi sleeping soundly. That made me smile, till I saw the scratch marks on her shoulder. How did those get there? I tried slowly to get up, but for some reason my body felt sore. I wasn’t in a fight or anything.

The moment I finally did sit up, I finally fully notice me and Chichi were naked. I took a quick whiff of the room; it smelt like we were intimate. But why can’t I remember it. I touched Chichi scratched up shoulder. Did it hurt her? I then saw that wasn’t only thing marking her arm, and back. I’m starting to get worried. Is she going to be mad at me? “Mm, good morning Goku.” Her eyes are still closed, but she’s smiling, so I guess she’s not mad.

“Morning, Chichi.” She then sat up and hugged my arm.

“Been up long?” I shook my head. “Let me getting ready. Want pancakes today?” I nodded. I watched her get out of bed and walked to the bathroom. That’s when I noticed some bruising forming by her hips and butt. What in the world happened last night?

The rest of the day I didn’t leave her side. She didn’t seem to mind, at first. Eventually, she did point at it was getting annoying. “Goku, for the last time I’m fine! It’s just very minor.” The next day I didn’t leave either. “Are you really going to wait till I’m heal, to go back to training?” I nodded. She seem happy with that. So, during the next other two days she made me help around the house. She made me read a book to her. It wasn’t fun, but it made me happy that she got happy, when I got a question right. But I did notice she got a bit sad at night, when I didn’t want to be intimate. I kept trying to tell her, I want to make sure she was ok first.

…

Goku seem so worried about the bruising, that made me happy. And the fact he didn’t want to train, till I was healed, made me even more happy. At first, it was annoying having him follow me into each room. So, I made him help with stuff I couldn’t do on my own. He complained, but he did what I asked. When I couldn’t think of anything else, I asked him to read me a book. He was pretty ok, but he didn’t understand much of it. It still made me happy her tried.

Right now, we’re just sitting on the couch, relaxing. “Dear.” Uh? “What would you like for dinner?”

“Anything you make will be fine.”

“What about deer?”

“Are you going on your period soon?”

“Hey! Why you say that?”

“You seem to only ask for deer when you’re on your period.”

I hit his shoulder. “No, I don’t!”

“Prove me wrong. Go into that book of yours and tell me if I’m wrong.” I did just that, and got my pocket calendar. And to my surprise, he was right. I gave him a mean look, and he started chuckling. “I was right.” I threw my calendar at him. You can make your own dinner than! “Come on. Your cooking is the absolute best. Please, Chichi. I’m sorry.” He started whining.

“So, GET ME A DEER!” With that he ran out the house.

…

Time to be on my super best behavior, if I don’t want to sleep on the couch, for a week. What if I bring two deer’s? Maybe she’ll be happy with that. Just before opened the door, I wonder if I’ll be able to kiss her. I hope so. I just need to remember, don’t comment about her eating or if I notice extra fat. No matter how much I love those details.

I opened the door, and she’s already waiting with the tools. Without a word, she handed them to me and the trash can, and sent me back outside. “I got two this time.” No respond. Well, I tried. Once I had the meat skinned, gutted, and cut, I headed back inside. Chichi gave me more instructions. Once everything was done, I was sent to take a shower, while dinner was being prepared. Remember, good behavior equals sleep in bed and not couch. At dinner, I tried to make sure all comments were kept to myself, and not thought out loud. Everything went well, that I was even allowed to cuddle, while we fell asleep.

…

Goku been very good. We went to the market, and sold the skin. We were even requested that if we could bring tiger again. When we came home, I went and markdown the new amount, and I asked to read again. I noticed he wanted to complain, but glad he didn’t. “Goku.” Yes. “You’re not getting bored now, are you?” No, why you asked? “Nothing. Just that you haven’t trained in a while. So, I thought you might be bored.”

“I’ll be ok. It’s been nice spending time with you.” I felt myself blush at that. My Goku is so sweet sometimes. But I do wonder what caused that changed, a couple of nights ago. But I also worry about Goku’s reaction the next day. Almost like he doesn’t remember. I’m putting too much thought into things. “So, Chichi?” I looked up to him. “What are you making this time?” I looked down to my current project.

“Oh, this?” He nods. “I’m making a dress for the summer festival coming up.” Uh? “You never heard of a summer festival?” He shook his head. “It’s when everyone from my father’s village, and surrounding villages, come to gather to celebrate the coming season. There’s one for every season. We missed the spring one, but the summer is just a few days away. I’m also making you an outfit, but I wanted to keep that a surprise.”

“It’ll still be a surprise if you show it to me on the day of the festival.” I smiled at that. He knows just what to say.

…

I really can’t wait for her to stop looking, so I can put this book down. Why is she making me read? I hate this stuff, but it makes her happy. As she sows her new project, I can’t help the smile that was forming on my face. She looks so happy. Plus, the bruising has finally went away. That means I can go training again. Would that make her sad? “Chichi, what’s checkers?” She looked at me. “This book says it a lot.”

“It’s a game. I think I have one. Would you like to play it with me?” Sure.

We ended up playing that the rest of the day. Chichi taught me many new games. It also made me happy that she was happy, that I was doing other things, that wasn’t fighting. Somedays she would go on talking about future plans, and how everything will be so perfect. Hearing her is so wonderful. What confused me though, is when she kept asking me about something called a birthday. She finally made me chose a day, and that made her happy.

…

Goku went back to his training, and now I’m left alone. But I don’t feel alone anymore; all thanks to Goku making me feel more confident about our home. So much so, that I would even take trips to the nearest village, for supplies. Five miles is nothing, after doing it enough times. Besides, it’s a nice workout, and at the end of the day it’s worth it. Since Goku would take good care of me at night.

I was able to finish my new kimono, and even Goku’s. I hope he likes it. I made it a nice royal blue, and light-blue star embroideries; I even gave it golden edges. I made mine almost an exact match, but mine has sliver edges. Oh, Goku’s home… And he didn’t take off his boots again! “GOKU!” Shit! “Boots! Off!”

“Yes Chichi.” After took off his boots, he walked over to me. I kept my arms folded as he approached. He then was reaching for something inside his gi. What did he find this time? “Close your eyes.” I reluctant closed my eyes, and waited. “Open.” When I opened what I saw was just so beautiful. It was a pretty stone. “Do you like it?”

I slowly took it from his hand, and looked at it closely. “I love it.” I looked up to him, and he was blushing. My husband is so sweet. “Where did you find this?”

“Was passing a waterfall on the way home, and something shiny caught my eye.” The rest of the day I admired the stone, and I reminded Goku that tomorrow was the festival, which meant no training.

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okay okay. so.

I cannot for the LIFE of me, get the idea of perv!Han going absolutely feral all because you are wearing his hoodie out of my head. like, it's nothing special in your eyes-- you were just cold and wanted to feel the comfort of your boyfriend near you. however, when he came home that night, the stress from practice quickly left him and he now had a new problem to deal with. he would nearly combust when you told him you got your nails done that day-- stiletto nails so you could leave scratches all over his back to show off to his bandmates.

have a good day/night 🤭

You + Jisung's hoodie + Stiletto nails = Jisung going nuts

Okay let me put that nice and clear for everyone, Jisung is a hoodie enthusiast and you can't tell me otherwise. Plus, he looks cute comfy and pretty in it, it's a win win.

Finally answered your ask @lieslovefantasy !!!! Thank you for putting up with me, made it extra long just for you wink wink Hope you'll like it because I'm quite proud of it... Not proofread !!

You love Jisung's hoodie. Like, really love it. But at first it felt weird to ask him to lend it to you. You were not confident - in you or in your relationship - but the thing is that you never asked him if you could ! You were just assuming things because your mind was creating scenarios were you were being mocked and rejected by the love of your life. Ah, seriously, thoughts. Who think nowadays? It's overrated. So you never asked him. How do you expect Jisung - of all people, because for real, he might be the clues lil piece of brioche ever- to know ! He was just living his life, wearing his hoodies and going to the studio every days to do his job, simply hoping to get back to you before midnight - he's a simple person.

And one particular night, as he came back from the studio, he just froze in the entryway and shuddered. Why was he suddenly standing in the middle of the North?! Yu guessed it, it was freezing in your apartment. Not everyone can afford to pay heating system in freakin November. He might as well be outside were winter was knocking and cold was biting. And yet, he did not think twice about it - except for a "poor baby :( " - thinking that you just wanted to save energy - when in fact you were just too poor to afford it - and that you were wrapped in two or three blankets.

And you were. Sitting on the couch, hugging a bit of the blanket while watching your favorite show on tv. You were pretty, as usual, and Jisung, once again, was hit with the fact that you were his girlfriend. His girlfriend who did her best to stay awake at one in the morning in order to have a goodnight kiss. His girlfriend who cooked him dinner and put his plate and a plate cover on top of it in the microwave. His girlfriend whose beaming smile lights up the room when she sees him standing near the door, kicking his shoes and throwing his backpack somewhere near the cupboard.

And when he thought it couldn't be more perfect, that you were just enough and much more, all he needed and wanted for the rest of his life, you proved him wrong. You were so much more perfect than he thought, leaving the warmth of your blanket and wrapping him in a hug, his hoodie riding up when doing so. His hoodie. Around your frame. Wrapping you, making you look so cuddly, so cute, so tiny. So fuckable. But you were a stranger to the thoughts that were raging inside his head, thoughts of making you gag on his dick while massaging your scalp, seeing those oversized sleeve wrap around his dick, fingers peeking from inside the fabric. But he has to kiss you properly and ask you about your day before fucking you dumb! He was a good needy boyfriend who knew how to keep it in his pants when needed - was he though?

Although the way he made you sit on his laps while eating was a tell tale sign that he isn't. If you noticed his hard on you did not say a thing about it and let him eat while listening to him talk about his day with mouth full and round cheeks. He was cute, so you tried really hard to not poke at the chubby side of his pretty face. And that's when he noticed - even if you had to tell him for him to notice. Your long and sharp nails, clicking on your phone every time you were showing him a picture of the nails you wanted to do but that you did not. And he was a goner. You told him about the cute puppy that you met, the texts that you exchanged with your friend, how nice a customer was at work, how you wanted to destroy the world then become president. He did not care. Or did not hear, as a matter of fact. He was too focus on you nails, eyes never leaving your hands, obsessed with the way your fingers and nails were the only things that could be seen before his sleeves. And his mind was running wild, pictures of you naked adjusting with this new information. Thinking about how your stiletto nails - that's how you called it - would graze the tip of his dick, how it would stroke and tease his urinary meatus, run along the veins of his shaft and play with his balls. If you weren't sure about it before, now you were sure that he was hard, excited, horny.

And he actually tried to let you know that he was horny, while trying to be polite about it too. Like, back hugging you while you're doing the dishes and - scratch that, he wasn't polite about it - groping, squeezing your tits as you're telling him to stop and let you finish. But Han Jisung isn't the strongest soldier when you're dressed in his hoodie with those nails. He can't help himself but ride up his hoodie and lower your sweatpants until he can see the curve of your ass, smacking it while grinning at the shy yet indignant giggle that escape your mouth.

And then, he can't help himself but slides his hands in your pants and up and down your thighs, towards your already dripping core, while you're both cuddling on the couch, your back against his torso. He just likes how you whimper and protest, scratching his forearms in a feeble attempt to at least finish your drama. But Jisung is nice, so he'll wait. With his hand down you pantie, fingers working magic in your cunt, thumb playing with your bead. Can you blame him ? You're sitting here, pretty for him, eager to be fuck once your show is done. And when it's done ? Oh god, better be prepared for the way he's about to pound his dick into your wet and slippery cunt, nibbling at your neck as his hand is turning your head towards his so he can kiss you feverishly, while the other one is pressed flat on your stomach so you can feel him hit harder and deeper, hitting it from behind as you're both to lazy to get up from the couch. And he don't give a fuck about those reddish marks that appears on his skin, do not care if it looks like he has been scratched by a cat, because it might as well be true. You are the cutest kitten, looking so good in his hoodie, skin glistening because you're feeling hot demise the raging cold in your apartment. And at the second orgasm he swears he can feel electricity running through his veins. It does not help one bit calm him down.

Jisung could have cum thrice, slightly cry because of hypersensitivity, but he would still turn you around and put you in a mating press just so that he can fuck you properly, just so that you can leave scratches on his back. He likes the feeling of your nails gripping at his skin, likes the pain it brings to him, likes how with that, he can feel every bit of you, of your tight and warm walls sucking him dry as he's shooting loads after loads of his warm cum in your pussy. But then he has to go for another round, because that picture of his cum on his hoodie, you wrapped in it with teary eyes and red cheeks is not a want, it's a need. And he just came inside, so he'll have to work himself toward a fifth orgasm. Not that he cares.

#stray kids smut #stray kids hard hours #kpop hard hours #han jisung smut #han jisung hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #han jisung hard thoughts #han jisung x reader #stray kids x reader #probably one of the best thing I wrote

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bluemmings · 1 year

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CASA: DAY 28

what are your thoughts on max & dejan’s exit last night? why didn’t you vote for them?

“ uh… i mean, we weren't voting for dejan in any universe so… max was collateral, i guess. plus, i wanted to save rhys, i feel like he deserves an actual shot at something. whereas like… why was dejan even here ? ”

how are you feeling about the start of casa amor?

“ mixed feelings… yeah. everyone's kinda looking at me like, ‘ whoo, party time ’ because i’m single or whatever and yeah, i am glad to have new people to meet, and they're all gorgeous gorgeous people who seem really cool. but yeah… wondering how romi is, if she's excited about it all or… yeah. like i know i cut it off but i'm not not thinking about them... and the fact like, they’re just not here at all is really weird. "

are there any new islanders that have caught your attention? who?

“ valerie… yeah. she's gorgeous, and i didn't really expect her to be so cool. like, she's definitely my type and someone i’d go for on the outside. like if nothing comes from it, i think we'd still be friendly. mali is gorgeous, she seems a bit more put together than me, though… like, she's really smart. and i'm not dumb but she's like professional smart, business smart. she runs a business… so. i’m gonna see how that goes, but i dunno if we’d be too compatible on the outside when i kinda... don’t know what the fuck i’m doing. phoebe is really cool, she's just got constant positive energy which i love and you can tell right away she’s a really nice, genuine person, and i know my mum would love her so that’s always a good thing. miles is cute, yeah. i've not really been into any guys in here so far but i think he's really interesting and easy to talk to, and there's something about his grin that just has me a bit in a chokehold. plus, marcus and miles sounds hella cute. ”

are there any new islanders you don’t see yourself vibing with?

layla. NAH i’m joking. no, i think they all seem like a really nice bunch. i'm quite easy to get along with so… as long as they're not intentionally being a dick, i think it'll be fine with all of them.

do you think that your head could be turned?

" i hope it does, like, if not now then when ? obviously i do really care about romi and those feelings don't just go away, but i think it's better for me to just focus on these new bombshells and see where it goes. obviously i don't wanna couple up with someone just for the sake of it, i do actually wanna like them and stuff but… yeah, i think with the way me and romi left things, i’d be dumb not being open to new stuff. ”

what do you think your ‘other half’ is up to in the other villa right now? how are you feeling about them?

“ uh… i hope she's alright. i don't know how she'd feel about this really, in light of everything with us. it’s hard ‘cause i obviously don't want them to find someone better and be happier with them and stuff… but i also do. ‘cause they deserve that, too, and i don't know if we're ever gonna figure stuff out and... i mean, we’re definitely not gonna when we're not in the same villa and can't really communicate… like i know i wanted space but this is literally like cut off from each other… so… it's hard. i hope they at least find someone who's nice enough to couple with, who knows how great they are. we can talk after everything and see where we’re at but i don't expect them to wait it out for me or to not get to know anyone, so... i hope they’re making the most of it. ”

#me spending hours on adela's and spending like 5 mins on marcus' graphic is probs a crime but #i am at work so it was rushed xx #just dont look at his hair too much and its fine xx #𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓶𝓹𝓽 — beach hut.

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Teenage Heartbreak and Impromptu Parenting

Summary: Spencer had to bluff his way around helping his daughter through her first heartbreak.

Hey! I'm new to your account and love the stories that you write. Not sure if you've done this before, but could you maybe do one where sometime in the future, reader and Spencer's daughter gets her first real boyfriend (and heartbreak)? Very curious on how he'll react. Thanks! Hi can I request spencer with a teenage daughter?

A/n: Thank you so much to these anons, i just love dad!spence

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Fluff)

Content Warning: swearing | a little heartbreak

Word Count: 1.4k

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In the 16 years, Spencer had been a father, he had known how to solve every problem his kids came across. From questions about how to best kick a soccer ball or throw a softball to how to do math homework, he was all over it. Y/n usually dealt with friendship issues because her husband didn't have enough experience from his adolescence.

He had just gotten in from a case, greeting the two youngest Reid children with a kiss and a hug before going to see who else was home.

"Hey, handsome." Y/n greeted him when he walked into the living room, sitting up on the couch. "I missed you." Spencer bent down so he could place a kiss on her lips, a routine thing that still made her smile softly.

"I missed you, too." He sat next to his wife, resting his head on her shoulder as he read the page of the book she was reading in a second. "Where's Nora?" He asked with his concerned tone audible about their oldest child, Eleanor.

She hesitated a little to answer, which she knew he would realize. "With her boyfriend." She tried to say as nonchalantly as possible.

"Oh, that's cool. Really, really cool." He quickly replied, alerting to the fact something obviously wasn't cool.

"Spencer." She warned, laying into the speech required to remind him Eleanor wasn't a baby anymore. "Don't go getting all overprotective on her. Especially not if you're not going to keep the same energy with her brothers. She's 16. It's normal for her to want to hang out with her friends and date. Plus, she's never done anything to break our trust and, not to brag, but we taught her well."

Dramatic as always, he sighed before his face settled in a pouting expression. "I think he's a dick." He mumbled.

His comment about the 17-year-old boyfriend earnt him a smack on the shoulder. "He called you sir and shook your hand. That's a lot more than some other guys, trust me."

"It's the bare minimum." He huffed, tugging at his curls. "I'm going to get Garcia to look him up."

"Don't you dare." Y/n sternly cautioned, narrowing her glare. "Trust is a two-way street, babe."

Still, Spencer didn't look enthusiastic about his daughter being a teenager. "I just want them to stay little forever." He complained, shifting so he could pull her into his lap, in alignment with the clinginess that was present when he came back from a case.

"Oh, I know. That's why we have, like, 9 kids." She joked, leaning into his chest.

He snorted out a laugh at that. "We have 4." He corrected.

"I got you laughing, though." She gloated, kissing his cheek. "Don't worry about her, though. She's just as smart as you."

"I just wish she was as weird as me." He commented.

She leaned in to kiss his cheek again, and his arms tightened around her. "I think you did pretty well."

"Oh, I most definitely did." Spencer agreed, moving his head so he could kiss her on the lips. Y/n deepened the kiss, letting her book drop on the floor, abandoned in favor of a makeout session.

He leaned over her, and she shuffled back so she could lay against the armrest, cupping his cheeks. His hands stayed on her waist, not inclined to move upward or downward when there was a chance the kids could walk in, a mistake they'd made before when he'd gotten handsy.

They pulled apart when the front door opened before slamming closed, and someone stomped into the lounge, not waiting to reveal themselves.

"Could you two stop being disgustingly in love for one day!?" Their absent daughter with mascara stains down her cheek and in a tone much angrier than usual.

She didn't want for a reply either, stomping further off into the house before they heard her bedroom door slam closed, even louder than when she was mad at them.

Sharing a confused look, Y/n sat up, pushing Spencer off her. "What was that?" He asked, unsure if he'd missed out on a social cue at some point during the day.

She grimaced, knowing what the outburst looked like. "I'm guessing that dick of a boyfriend broke up with her."

"What? Why?" He was immediately defensive, snapping to a surge of out-of-character anger. It had always been his first priority to make sure his kids were safe protective of them because of what he'd seen.

"That's what teenagers do." She reminded him. Although she didn't like seeing her daughter cry, it was an unfortunate part of growing up.

Spencer huffed again. "I'm definitely going to get Penelope to find out about him now."

"I'll put the little kids to bed, and you go and comfort her." Y/n decided, already getting off the couch to spring into action.

"Wait, no, Y/n, I can't fix this," Spencer called out, feeling useless in the situation. "I don't know how to help her."

She stepped closer to him, patting him on the shoulder. "Just... speak from your heart because I know you've got a big one." She instructed, walking down the hall again.

Hesitantly, he wandered up the stairs while his wife, who really should have been doing the comforting, went to see the youngest Reid children. Since they'd been up and active all day, Sebastian and Matilda were easy to get to bed, and she went in the direction Spencer did after kissing them goodnight.

For a minute, she hesitated at the half-closed door, out of eyesight but within earshot. "I know I'm not a relationship expert, and I can go and get Mom if you want." He was stalling Y/n knew that.

And apparently, Eleanor did too. "No, I want to talk to you." She said softly, tears still streaming down her cheeks. They were sitting at the edge of her bed with Spencer's arm wrapped around her shoulder as she cried.

"I don't have much relationship experience, but I'm here for you, whatever you need." He assured her, hating the broken look on her face, completely crushed. Although Spencer had other situations that made him feel like that, he'd never gone through a breakup in his teens or before he met Y/n.

Eleanor sobbed, her attention focused on the ground as she futilely wiped her tears, feeling silly for crying over a dumb boy. "He made me feel all those cliche feelings about being a teenager in love, and I thought he liked me." She mumbled, voice quieting as she neared the end of her sentence. "He told me I was pretty and everything."

He pulled her into a tighter hug, reading between the lines. "Nora, nothing you felt makes you foolish or unoriginal, and you're so, so beautiful."

A light laugh came from her. "You have to say that."

"I guess." Spencer agreed. "But I mean it completely."

"Thank you," Eleanor replied, a little more consoled. Her father's words didn't make her stop hurting, but they made it both easier to deal with and to think about the future.

Y/n decided it was a good time to interrupt, pushing the door open more like she hadn't been standing outside. "Hey, are you doing okay?" She asked, leaning against the dresser.

The polaroid photos she had hanging up in a heart shape were disfigured, a few clearly ripped off the wall, and his sweater was abandoned on the floor.

"Yeah." Eleanor nodded, holding her arms open so Y/n could hug her. "And I'm sorry, I don't mind you being disgustingly in love." She mumbled, looking between her very much in love parents. It made it easy to see that there was hope for her future relationships, but it might have been the reason why her standards for relationships were so high.

"It's okay, I get it." Y/n thought back to her own teenage relationships, and her heart ached for her daughter. "But there's Ben and Jerry's in the freezer that your siblings won't be able to eat, and you can pick whatever movie you want, and we'll make your dad sit through the whole thing." She promised, pulling the girl in for another hug.

Spencer frowned, not liking the promise she was making on his behalf, but then he looked at his daughter, and he couldn't have been more proud of her or thankful for the life he had. "Alright, let's do it."

Maybe Spencer didn't have all the answers that he thought were required to be a father, but he always knew how to make things better.

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gaysimpsstuff · 3 years

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Could I get a Hawks in his rut headcanon?

No problem, Anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I wanted it to be perfect since I really like thinking about Hawks’ avian traits, and I know people really like it too. I hope it’s good!

Hawks Rut Headcannons

Genre: fluff, smut

Type: headcannons (so... many... headcannons)

Warnings: animal traits, Keigo being possessive af, the commission being assholes, sickness, food, breeding kink, lots of horny times

Other: most of this is based off of real research, but some of it also comes from personal preference. @keilemlucent and their fic Best Nest very much inspired many other headcannons, check them outI They’re one of my favorite creators, and the linked fanfic is one of my favorites! Hope it’s okay I tagged you here lmao

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Pre-Rut Behaviors

Grooming and Preening

Before his rut, Keigo starts to feel dirty. He just seems to accumulate more dust and dirt during hero work than usual. He’ll come back home grumbling about blood in his hair and little bits of concrete in/on his skin.

He will insist you clean him off. So you get to brush his hair, put creams on his face, and wash him off in the shower.

Finally, there’s the preening. If he lets you preen his wings, then you know he’s in it for life. He loves and trusts you with everything he has.

Expect him to press his nose against yours a lot.

Possessiveness and Protection

You’ll notice he gets more clingy, more possessive of you. He gets really controlling in the days leading up to his rut, so you’ll be annoyed a l o t.

Just text all your friends and family that you’ve been swamped at work, it’d be a little weird to say “hey guys, sorry I can’t hang out, my boyfriend’s horomones are crazy right now and he gets really insecure if I so much as exist near anyone but him.”

You would come home from work and he’s already on you, sniffing your body to see who you’ve been around, and to see if any of them were attracted to you at all.

If he had any kind of sneaking suspicion that anyone posed a threat, he’s literally laying on you and rolling on top of you to try and get his scent on you. Even if no one will smell it except him, he’s gonna do it.

He’s so protective of you, and if something tiny hurts you or makes you upset...

He.

Is.

Angry.

Someone was rude to you? He’s screaming at them.

Someone tries to hurt or touch you? You’ve got to hold him back to stop him from ripping that person apart limb from limb.

All that x100 when he’s approaching his rut.

One person accidentally bumps into you? He takes it as passive aggressiveness even if they’re very apologetic about it.

You stub your toe on a table? He’s smashed the table and burnt it then thrown the ashes in the ocean.

If you’re sad about something he can’t beat up, he feels horrible. He’s not the best at comforting people, so he’s just grabbing onto you and not letting go, telling you how much he loves and cares for you, and just how amazing you make his life feel.

If you don’t give him enough attention, he gets really huffy, and it gets worse leading up to his rut.

You lifted your hands from his head to reach for your buzzing phone? He’s already whining and pouting and begging you to give him more head-pats again.

Nesting

He’ll leave hints asking for you to make a nest, usually saying things like “Our bed needs some changing, don’t you think?” “Don’t you wish our space was more personalized?”

If you don’t get the hint, he’ll be very sad, and he thinks you’re rejecting him. So you’d better be good at reading into things and realizing he’s approaching mating season and wants you to build a nest.

He comes home one day and sees you piled blankets, pillows, and dirty clothes in the living room, sprayed with his cologne and you’re cologne and/or perfume. He pulls you into his arms and spins around with you, giggling and laughing.

He’s so happy you made a nest for the two of you.

He starts putting pretty shiny things he likes around the nest. Your toothbrush went missing and you found it in the mountain that was your nest.

Once, you were in desperate need of a clean shirt, and the only clean shirt you could find was in the nest. So you picked it up to put it on, and two seconds later, Keigo was in front of you, hands in your shirt, staring at you with such a fierce intensity, you felt almost like a villain.

He was very mad at you for taking things from your shared nest.

He leaves feathers all around the penthouse, but they’re all piled mostly around the nest, they’re for your protection so don’t try and throw them away.

Noises

He also gets really noisy, so he’ll be ‘singing’ and squawking and cooing constantly. He feels really bad about it so he might get you some noise-blocking headphones for when he’s screeching into the sky in the dead of night about how “THIS IS MY FUCKING TERRITORY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS STAY AWAYYYY!”

You really think bird’s springtime songs are about love? Nah he’s mostly screaming about how he’s gonna fuck his partner and how the neighborhood practically belongs to him.

Someone called the police once, tired of all the shouting, but the officers backed off when they saw who was doing all the shouting. Most of your neighbors are used to the screaming during early spring.

Rut End-game

On the third and second to last day before his rut, he gets a sudden burst of energy and an increased appetite. He refuses to eat anything unless you’ve made it though, so let’s best hope you can cook at least a little.

When he was younger, his hungry times before his rut were spent either eating anything and everything he can get his hands on. The commission broke that behavior very quickly though, so he’d starve himself before his rut, which would result in him getting very sick from a lack of energy and sustenance. That plus the extreme arousal was a recipe for pain and suffering.

So when you noticed he suddenly stopped eating, you insisted on making food for him, telling him that you wouldn’t let him go hungry ever. That was the first rut in years that didn’t feel like torture.

You’re cooking almost all the time, and he’s constantly eating everything you give him, running around from room to room while he waits for his next meal. He’s basically a hobbit.

In the last day or two before his rut, he suddenly has no energy, and starts getting hot and cold flashes. He’s sniffling, curled up in your shared nest, dirty tissues surrounding him. He comes in and out of consciosness, and when he’s awake, he’s whining and complaining about exhaustion and aches.

Physical Changes

Most of these happen in the last few days leading up to his rut, so it’ll be very sudden. These physical changes is what causes the extreme hunger and sickness.

His feathers darken several shades, and they become super sensitive. They also seem to grow in size, so when you cuddle, you’re smothered by them more than usual.

He also gains an extra couple inches in height, so expect some teasing now that he’s just that little bit taller. His hair also gets thicker and stronger, that’s so you can pull on it when he fucks you.

His nails get longer and darker, and they’re impossible to file or cut. So when he holds you and touches you, he often scratches you on accident. He’s really apologetic about it, but honestly you could totally paint his nails and pretend they’re acrylics if you’re into that.

His teeth get sharper, and he starts biting you just for fun. Bites your finger, hand, wrist, neck, even your nose. He underestimated just how strong his teeth are, and he made you bleed first time he bit you.

His whole body is very sensitive, so head-pats, back rubs, wings, and even his touching his feet can get him to the verge of cumming.

his tongue is longer, and it’s a whole lot stronger. He could probably carry a full plastic water bottle with his tongue (which isn’t a lot, but for a tongue it’s very much a lot).

His voice drops a whole octave and a half- mans is sounding almost like Corpse now. Maybe Markiplier? Anyways, if you’ve got a voice kink, you’re in luck

His dick changes too, it gets bigger, and he grows a lump at the base of it, between his shaft and balls. His balls get smaller until they’re barely noticable beneath what he calls him ‘knot.’

His eyes become sharper too, so don’t try and hide anything from him.

Rut (MAJOR NSFW)

Everyone already knows Keigo has a breeding kink, but he hasn’t brought it up with you until now. It just kind of- happens. As he’s drilling into you, he suddenly starts blabbering about fucking a kid into you, and how hot you’d look all round with his kids. Might be a little weird for those of you who physically cannot give birth to children (my lovely AMABS and infertile AFABS).

He can’t control it, so it’s especially weird if you don’t even want kids. If you can get pregnant, you’d better double check that you’re taking your birth control. And get to know some good clinics just in case.

However, if you do want kids, if you want to start a biological family woth Keigo, fuck. You will not be able to handle his happiness and horniness in that moment when you beg him to get you pregnant.

He is going to mark you up. Hickies, bruises, hand prints, bite marks, plus his scent. He needs everyone to know that you are his. He wants to claim you, make sure you know you belong to him. No one else can have you but him.

Halfway through your fuckfest, he starts making animalistic noises. He’s growling, roaring, whining, chirping, etc. This is around the time when he stops thinking about you, so he’ll really rough you up during this phase.

This man was a virgin before you, so this is also the first rut he’s ever going to have with another person, so he’ll hold himself back a lot. He needs you to reassure him at every step, tell him how good you feel, how you want him to fuck you, how not only are you okay with him going all out, you want him too.

Did he just cum? You think you’re finished? HA! No way in fucking hell is he finished after one, two, five, ten... so many rounds. He just keeps going and going and going and how the fuck is he still hard? He cums so fucking quickly, so much, and then keeps going.

When he finally does go soft, his whole personality changes. it’s like he didn’t just fuck you stupid. He immediately goes into ‘protect’ mode, which includes cuddles, him spoon-feeding you, petting you like a dog, and singing to you.

He puts the nest near a window so he can keep an eye out for possible threats. Just like “gotta keep mate safe. Is that the mailman? NO FUCK NO GET OUT OF HEREEEE!”

One moment, he’s fucking you, and the next he’s leaning halfway out the window, screaming at some poor dude walking his dog. Remember, he’s still naked. You learned your lesson after that and kept the windows locked, and warned the neighbors to stay out of sight of the window, at least for the time being.

You’re going to feel very dirty, because he does not want you cleaning off the sweat, cum, and tears from your body. He likes that you smell like him, and you washing it off makes him feel rejected.

He’s going to break a lot of things, so move pictures and vases into another room and lock the fuck out of that room. Or else he will break all of it.

He thinks any clothes you’re wearing are mocking him, so wear clothes you hate when his rut starts, then get used to being naked for a couple days.

Oh yeah, his whole rut lasts one to five days. He’s fucking you for about three days on average.

He fucks you until you faint, and then keeps going until he’s out of ‘fuck’ mode and into ‘protect’ mode. A few times, he fucked you unconscious in the middle of the afternoon and then kept fucking you until the sun rose.

Yeah, he’s got that much energy.

Don’t worry, during the whole time, he lets out pheromones with a strong vanilla-chocolaty scent that keeps your body and mind relaxed.

There’ve been times when he’s just fucking into you and your water bottle is just out of reach.

During his rut, he has no shame. Let’s hope your walls are soundproofed, or else your neighbors will all know how he fucks you.

He will not restrain you or hurt you in any way during his rut. So no degredation, no collars or chains, the only thing keeping you in the nest is his weight on top of you.

He gets upset if you try to touch yourself, things it’s you trying to tell him that he’s not satisfying you enough.

He wants you to cum as many times as him, which is difficult because of his increased sensitivity, so he’s using every skill he knows to get you cumming again and again and again.

Most of the time, he’s going hard, rough, and spilling absolute filth from his cock and mouth, but in the last few hours of his rut, he suddenly gets emotional.

He’s rocking up against you, holding you close to his body and blabbering about you

How much he loves you

How good you make him feel

How he wouldn’t want anyone else by his side for his rut

How you’re his mate for life

How he’ll protect you and keep you safe.

Please be gentle with him, he’s very vulnerable near the end of his rut, and he’ll cry very easily.

When he’s nearing his last load, he makes out with you sloppily, trying to talk as he shoves his tongue down your throat.

He finishes off by pushing his knot all the way inside you, and stays there for an hour.

This is the softest moment, and he’s covering your body in kisses.

His knot pushes these small eggs inside you, and you have the lovely job of pushing them all out the next day.

Post Rut

When his knot deflates, he finally pulls out and starts cleaning you off.

He’ll carry you around and finally gives you a bath, constantly making sure you’re okay.

He’ll give you lots of massages and he’ll cook for you. He’s constantly thanking you for helping him, telling you he didn’t deserve it.

Just kiss him on the cheek, tell him you had fun, and that you love him so very very much.

He needs the most reassurance now than ever before.

He’s also very tired, so you’ll be taking care of each other.

Then his ‘post-rut’ resets, and he sleeps for hours.

Then he gets super hungry, and the two of you make huge meals and just kinda binge eat for a day or two.

Then his physical changes go back to normal, and you have a happy lil bird boy who simps for you so hard

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boliv-jenta · 2 years

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Dieter Bravo x female reader

Fluff. Smut-ish, mentions of drug use. 🔞

Part of Wardrobe.

Honesty

"Another negative one." Dieter held up the test for you to see. "Can I kiss you now?"

"I might not have Covid but am still sick. I don't want you to catch anything. Plus am all germy and gross."

"Germy? Yes. Gross, never. You're pretty as always."

"You're just after that kiss."

"Always. It's still true though, you're always pretty. First thing when your hair is all crazy, when you drool in your sleep when you nap, when you're riding my dick. All pretty."

"Thank you."

"What no telling me off for spoiling something sweet with something dirty? You must be sick."

"Am too tired to put up the pretence that I don't find it funny. I like your dirty mouth."

"Oh, I know you do. Speaking of which, do you want Daddy to take care of you?"

"You have definitely misread the vibe here. You can only get away with Daddy when am horny. Am clearly not right now."

"Not even a little?"

"No! Daddy is going to have to look after himself."

Is he actually pouting about not getting any right now? Before you could question him about it he left the room. After a few minutes he called back to you about going to the store. Too tired to deal with his weird behaviour, you closed your eyes to drift off.

When you woke up a while later, he was sat in the corner reading a screen play. A shopping bag at his feet.

"Hey."

"Hey. How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts. My tongue feels fuzzy." He smiled as you stuck it out as if to show him the offending fuzziness.

"Well, let me see. I have a few things that might help. I spoke to the old lady who runs the store..." he brought the bag over to you, sitting of the edge of the bed and began to pull things out of it. "...she suggested this drink for energy." He pulled out a bottle labelled Lucazade. "This one she said to heat up to help the cold." He pulled out a bottle labelled Ribena. "These apparently need to be dunked in tea." He pulled out a pack labelled Jammie Dodgers. "She recommended these if your taste buds are a bit dulled from being bunged up." He pulled out Prawn Cocktail crisps.

"Did you just buy everything she suggested? Does she work on commission?"

"I just asked her what I could get to take care of you." He fiddled with something called a Curly Wurly as he spoke. "With you not wanting sex am not sure how else to make you happy." His voice was so small, it broke your heart.

"Dieter, you know how to make me happy. Just be you."

He shuffled uncomfortably under your praise.

Placing your hand over his you reassured him. "I mean it! Look at our first date. That was so thoughtful. I loved it."

"Am glad. You deserved it. I was a jerk."

"Are we talking about a specific time?"

"When I got high. I knew I was going to screw things up between us. I figured it was better just to screw it up straight away than drag it out."

"I know, I get it. It's okay."

"It's not. I even thought about..."

Your breathe caught in your chest at his pause, you couldn't think of anything worse than him using drugs again. "You can tell me anything."

"...I thought about sleeping with Krystal. Just for a second and not in a 'I like her' way. I just thought you'd hate me forever if I did that. Given your experience with your ex."

You were slightly in shock as his confession. "Yeah, that would have been an asshole move."

"Am sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. The lady at the store said to be honest..."

"She probably just meant telling me that you were worried about taking care of me. Or she really does work on commission and just wanted to sell you more tissues after you broke my heart."

"Am so sorry I didn't mean..."

"No, no, no. I don't mean that you did. I was trying to make a bad joke, break the tension."

"Oh."

You both sat there awkwardly for a moment.

"I'm not mad at you. Just some old feelings resurfacing."

"Do you want to tell me?" He edged closer, fully sitting next to you when he realised you weren't going to pull away.

Laying your head on his chest you voiced something you'd only ever admitted to yourself. "When my ex cheated. It wasn't the fact that he'd had sex with other woman, it was the betrayal of my trust. I could separate the physical aspect but him lying and acting like he was happy with me, that's what hurt me."

"I can understand that. Sex can just be physical. Nothing behind it. That's why I thought about...just for a moment..."

"I know why you did it. It's fine. Honestly." He relaxed underneath you. "You can have that kiss now if you like?"

"If you're sure you're up to it."

"I might be up for more than that."

"Nope. Not until you're better."

"Am I feeling better."

"No."

"Please, Daddy?"

"No."

"You don't sound so sure."

"I am. You need rest and to eat up."

"I know what I'd like to eat."

"God, is that what I sound like?!"

"Pretty much."

"Am sorry."

"No, your not."

"No, am not, it works."

Leaning down he finally got his kiss. He lasted about an hour before he caved and give you everything else you wanted. As you slept he started a list on the back of his screen play.

Non sex things that make my girl happy (in no particular order):

Stroking her hair

Pot Noodles

The Great British Bake Off

Honesty

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two people one bed | dream

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summary: famous bed sharing trope!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff :)

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this fic was weird to write bc i normally write that the character calls him clay but with the setting it didn't seem right lmao – also psa, i have very little knowledge about constellations but i thought it was cute so i left it in lol

many members from the dsmp decided to take a road trip together (yes they clowned on dream the whole time)

it was a week long trip and it was finally the last day! you'd went cross country, stopping at a few different airbnbs along the way

and at this point, you were kind of over it😐don't get me wrong, it'd been an amazing trip, but you'd had little to no alone time in a week and you were just relieved to be going home after this

until you saw the last house, where someone had to share a bed.... and you and dream had just happened to pull out the two shortest straws…

‘Damn it.’ You mentally rolled your eyes, of course you’d end up the one to share a bed on the last day. You’d been driving all day and considering it was only one night, you had no mental energy to argue over sharing. Dream didn’t even seem phased at the fact, honestly you almost felt bad about how annoyed you were with everyone with how nice he’d been about it all. But he was always like this, he was always kind to you.

That was until you rolled over for the hundredth time that night. The space between the pillow wall you'd built and the edge of the bed was seeming to get smaller and smaller as the night went on. Even though the air was thick in the room, your feet were cold from Dream hogging the blanket and the bed would shake every few minutes from his constant movement. You could tell he was awake even though he was staying silent, and you tried your hardest not to let out an annoyed huff.

Finally, he shifted to peer over the pillow wall. In the dark you could still make out his green eyes and fluffy hair.

"You awake?" He whispered. You groaned internally, literally why does this man want to have a conversation now?

"No."

"Oh come on now, you can't say that and be asleep. I cant't sleep. We should do something." He shifted again so his forearms were leaning against the wall, basically destroying it.

"We are doing something. It's called trying to sleep so we can wake up at a good hour and go home." You sighed, screwing your eyes shut.

"It's only like 1 in the morning, we have plenty of time to sleep. Come on.. please, it'll be fun." Whatever, fine, maybe he'll actually calm the fuck down after this.

"Fine. What the hell can we even do right now." You opened your eyes up again, staring at the ceiling.

"We can go for a drive?" You can hear the smile in his voice. This man's love for driving was absurd.

"Uh how about no? We've literally been in the car all day and I'd rather not go back until we have to." You finally turned to face him, he wore a lopsided grin and a crooked pajama shirt. Cute.

"Fine, fine. How about we just go for a walk, yeah?" You grumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and grabbing the hoodie you left on the floor. No way in hell were you changing for this, it was bad enough you were even indulging in it.

“Alright,” He grinned in your direction, slipping a pair of shoes on. “We can walk to that clearing with the little pond we saw on our way here, it's not far."

"That's fine but can we please not be out forever? I'm serious about getting sleep." You recalled the place he was talking about, it was pretty over there. Plus, you were pretty sure you could see the stars tonight.

Dream hummed, "Yeah, yeah grumpy. Let's go and be quiet, I don't want to wake anyone."

"Didn't seem to mind waking me up." You rolled your eyes, the audacity.

"Not my fault you got stuck sharing with me." He elbowed your side lightly.

You decided to keep quiet after that, slipping out of the airbnb. It wasn't cold, but there was enough chill to make goosebumps rise on your skin.

The walk there was silent, both of you just taking in the scenery. Your mind was replaying all your favorite moments from the past week, sure you were tired and ready to sleep in your own bed, but you were grateful for the people around you and how happy you'd been the past 6 days. Dream had invited you to come along almost last minute compared to everyone else. He had messaged you one night and told you he was paying for everything and would be happy if you came, and who could say no to that?

"What? What is it?" Dream had his eyes on you as you came to a stop, reaching your destination. "What's with the smile, I thought you were grumpy."

"Shut up. I'm just thinking about the past week. I had a really good time, I'm really glad I came, thank you for inviting me." You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed put.

Dream hummed, "Me too. Honestly I thought you were gonna say no when I asked you." He chuckled as his arm raised to the back of neck, scratching slightly.

"Really? What makes you say that?" Your nose scrunched slightly, you guys had always had a good relationship, you always enjoyed hanging out with him.

"I don't know! I guess I thought you wouldn't want to spend that much time with me." He was smiling, but you could tell he was being serious.

You frowned, "I'd never say no to something like this. I know I'm 'grumpy' or whatever but I seriously like spending time with you, all of you."

"Thanks, I like spending time with you too." He turned to face you, but you tilted your head up, getting a good look at the stars. Your heart softened at his words, he really was a good man.

There was a moment of silence before you spoke up again, "Do you know any constellations?"

"Uh, I can find Leo probably." His head tilted up to match yours and you snorted.

"Of course you can." You smiled and shook your head, typical Leos.

"Oh, there it is, here look." His finger pointed up at the sky, your eyes following where it led.

"There?" You asked, raising your own finger. Dream shifted behind you, close enough to feel his breath on your neck. He hooked his hand on yours and moved your finger up slightly, "Here." He murmured. His skin was soft against yours, you felt his heartbeat on your back and you could smell his aroma.

Neither of you moved, you could feel him turn his head to look at you. Your cheeks heated and you slowly lowered both your hands. You tilted your head to meet his eyes, your noses were barely touching. The beating in your chest grew faster and your mind whirled as you saw him lean in, just so slightly.

You pulled away and turned around quickly, "We should get back." You cleared your throat. Your palms were still sweating, but for a second your thoughts went blank.

"Um, yeah sure." He shoved his hands in his pockets and started his way back to the airbnb. You stood there for a moment before following after him.

What the actual fuck just happened. You were going to kiss him? Or was he going to kiss you? None of that even matters since you'd just rejected him. You cursed yourself as you kept trudging on.

This whole thing was a hot mess, it wasn't like you didn't like him, it was just you'd never thought about it before. Sure, you'd flirt with him in call or make dumb suggestive jokes, but you'd always assure yourself there was nothing underlying there. They were just jokes.

But now you couldn't stop thinking about it, his soft skin against yours, his heartbeat, the way his eyes looked so intensely into your own. Your brain kept repeating it over and over again, it made you sick.

By the time you reached the airbnb again, you began to hate how you yearned to be touched by him again. That, ok fine, you did want him to kiss you but you chickened out. He didn't help by holding the door open for you when sneaking back inside. You mumbled a thanks, not daring to look at him. You could still feel him behind you as you tiptoed back to your room, which you just conveniently forgot you had to share.

You got situated as fast as you could, climbing back into the bed, holding your breath as you went. You waited to feel the dip in the bed signally him coming to lay next to you. When it didn't come, you peeked at his side, he stood there gathering a pillow and his phone before turning to leave. Your heartbeat sped up again.

"Clay," You sat up before you could stop yourself. "Wait, can- can you stay. Please." Your voice wobbled, but the moments back at the clearing kept playing again and you couldn't just sit there anymore.

He turned around shifting his feet, "Yeah, yeah sure." His eyes seemed to soften at the expression on your face.

Your hand swiped at the pillow wall, this time completely dismantling it and you lied back down. You felt the weight shift as he settled next to you, your breath was still shaky. He lied down facing you, eyes searching your face.

"Hi." You whisper, nerves come rushing back now that he's here again.

"Hi." He chuckles and smiles softly. His eyes are still searching your face, he looks uncertain.

"I– Well I–"

"Listen, don't worry about it. I was dumb I don't even know what I was thinking. We can just forget it." He interrupts you, his eyes darting down and cheeks flushing.

"That's not what I was gonna say." You faltered. He stares quizzically, silently asking you to continue. "Well I-I first wanted to apologize, I was a dick back there. And um.."

The words taper off, lost. You feel his gaze bore into your face, he tentatively raised his arm from inside the covers, hooking your chin with a finger.

"It's ok." He whispers affirmatively. The consequences are instant, your nerves slow and you can only focus on how close he is. His eyes find yours, and he no longer seems uncertain. "Can I kiss you?"

You can only nod, so sure of your decision.

And he does.

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