#don't let the bat bite ya

[dashofghost]

MY BODY AND MY BLOOD

or, there's only one bed. mdni.

Winter came early, earlier than it should have, before the heat could kick in throughout the middle of nowhere base somewhere in Russia. The day of travel weighed heavily on your shoulders, exhaustion seeking into your bones. You wanted nothing more than a shower and to fall into bed and sleep for the next week.

The universe, unfortunately, had other plans.

"Right," Price sighed, "barracks are full, we've got to share." His eyebrows furrowed as groans arose from Soap and Gaz, "can it, lads. You two are together, get used to it." Soap rolled his eyes dramatically, yelping as Gaz elbowed him in the side.

"You two," Price sighs, pointing at you and Ghost, "you'll be together. Rooms 142 and 143, don't care who gets who. Just show up tomorrow." You could feel Ghost behind you, hovering like some gargantuan bat. Oh god. You were going to have to share a room with him.

You're both quiet as the team heads down the hallway, Gaz and Soap's banter loud enough for the both of you. Price dismisses you with a gruff goodnight, all too eager to lock himself in his room.

"This is us." Ghost's timbre catches you off guard, and you start, head whipping over your shoulder. The lines around his eyes crinkle, or at least, you think they do, behind the mask and the paint.

"Sorry," he mutters, bowing his head, "didn't mean to scare ya, love."

Love. The nickname, however insignificant, paints your face with a flush. You try to hide it by pushing the door to your shared room open.

It's tiny, with a cramped bathroom attached by the foot of the bed. The only bed. Shit.

You laugh, a hollow, humorless laugh, the culmination of exhaustion and frustration and longing. Ghost groans, burying his head in his hands.

"I'll take the floor," he sighs, but you cut him off immediately.

"No, I'll take the floor. Where would you even fit on the floor? There's not enough floor to fit you," you snap back. Ghost glowers at you through his mask.

"You'll catch your death on the floor," he fires at you, crossing his arms over his chest. A draft blows through the room, as if to echo his point.

"At least I'll fit on the floor," you counter, mimicking his crossed arms. He stares you down, biting his lip as you stare him down right back.

"Fine," he says shortly, "we'll share. Pillow wall work for you?" You nod, moving to arrange the pillows down the bed, trying to quell the excitement brewing in your stomach. You are colleges. This is strictly professional.

You can't help but let your eyes catch on him as he strips his vest and gear, until he's left in thermal underclothes and his balaclava, fingers hesitating at the hem.

"I won't look. If you want to take it off," you offer. He snorts, toying with the fabric.

"Wouldn't work. Besides, you've seen me before. After the grenade," he reminds you, wincing as he pulls his mask off.

He's just as beautiful as you remembered, all soft hazel eyes and sharp, angular cheekbones. His buzzcut has grown out since the last time you saw him, just on the verge of being unkempt. You're staring, and he knows you're staring, but he lets you, throwing his head back with a groan. His neck arches beautifully, and you want to cover it with marks.

You're quick to shed your own gear, trying to look anywhere but his face, but you feel his eyes linger on the arc of your shoulders, the hollow of your neck, the curve of your hips. You climb under the thin blankets, curling as far away from Ghost's side as he turns the lights out.

The bed squeaks as he lays down, adjusting the pillows. He's so big he takes up all of his side and almost part of yours. He moves his legs and they brush against your knee.

"Sorry," he mutters, pulling his calf away like it had been burned. Sparks tingle up your legs.

"'S fine, Ghost," you murmur back. The bed squeaks again as he rolls over to face you, head on the pillow just inches from yours. You want to kiss him. He's so close.

"Do you remember what I told you? After the grenade?" he asks. You nod, but stay quiet as he sighs softly. His hand twitches, like he wanted to reach out for you but stopped himself.

"When it's like this," he breathes, his voice sweet, "when it's just you and me, it's Simon. Call me Simon." He's so soft, in a way you've never seen him before, and you nod, moving ever so close to him.

"Alright," you breathe, "goodnight, Simon."

"G'night, sweetheart."

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When you wake, it's freezing. Ghost- Simon- is snoring next to you, heat radiating off of him like a goddamn furnace. You curl your body into itself, but shivers rack your shoulders anyway. You groan in frustration, glaring up at the ceiling.

Simon stirs next to you, rolling over groggily. His arm brushes against yours, and he winces, thumb brushing over the skin.

"You're freezing," he whispers, cupping your hand in both of his. Your arc towards him, relishing in the warmth that emanated from him, and he smiles, soft and sweet.

"I'm fine," you mutter, "go back to sleep." You prop yourself up on one elbow, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Don't be stupid," Simon breathes, "come here. I've got enough warmth for the both of us."

You shove the pillow wall aside so fast it makes Simon chuckle as pillows hit the floor. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your back to his chest, hitching a leg over your hip. He's so warm, heat surrounding you on every side as he tucks his head into the hollow of your shoulder.

His hands rest on your stomach, thumb rubbing the exposed skin of your stomach where your shirt has slid up. You wrap your arms around his, holding them to your chest. He feels safe.

"Better?" Simon asks, pulling you closer to his chest. You nod, sleep already creeping over you as you feel him smile against your neck. His thumb rubs soothing patterns on your skin as you slowly drift to sleep.

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When you wake again, it's still dark. You're facing Simon, clinging to one of his arms with your head buried in his chest. He's rubbing your back, and as you look up at him, his eyes are open.

"What time is it?" you whisper, stretching slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He glances down at his watch, toying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Five thirty-seven," he responds, tucking an unruly strand of hair behind your ear. His hand lingers, tracing your cheek and cupping it in his callused hand. Your eyes flick down to his lips and back again.

"Simon-"

"Can I kiss you?" His voice is ragged with desperation, pupils blown wide. With a soft gasp, you nod.

"Please."

He kisses you softly, tenderly. You pull him closer, hands interlocking at the back of his neck, one trailing down to his cheek. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours as he catches his breath.

"Oh," he breathes, almost against your lips. He pushes himself up against the headboard, a spark growing in his eyes as he pulls you into his lap.

His second kiss is desperate, his teeth sinking into your lower lip, hands tangling in your hair. You arch in his grip as his hands drift to bracket your hips, your body flushing as he pulls you even closer. Your nails dig into his back and he moans against your lips, you crave the feeling of his bare skin against your fingers even though the cold prohibited it.

You gasp softly as Simon slides his thigh between your legs, cheeks flushed as he takes you in between kisses. His hands are greedy, one slipping dangerously low on your hips before slipping past the waistband of your thermal pants.

"Can I?" he asks quietly, looking up at you from where you're perched on his thigh. His pupils are completely blown, hair messy and cheeks flushed. He looks halfway to heaven and all he's done is kiss you.

"Oh, god, please-" you breathe, burying your head in his shoulder as his hands slides down, spreading you open as well as he could before his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles against it. You cling to his shoulders, teeth biting down on his shoulder to stifle your moans. Simon gasps, hands moving your hips to help you grind against his thigh.

"There you go," he whispers, head thrown back as you rub against him, "there you go, lovie, that's it." You whine, rutting your hips harder at his praise. His free hand dips underneath your shirt, crawling up your ribs.

"Si- si, feels so good," you moan, biting on your lip to try to keep your moans down. Simon cups your breast tenderly, pushing your top up your chest.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous, angel," Simon swears. His lips trail down your neck, resting just above your nipple. His mouth rests open, tongue heavy on his lower teeth as the question forms on his lips.

"Sweetheart, can I-"

Three knocks echo on the door, and you jump, loosing your balance and almost colliding with the bedpost as you scramble to get off Simon's lap. Simon desperately adjusts his pants, trying to hide his raging hard on as Price swings the door open.

"Ghost, you're needed down in command," he orders, and Simon's head falls backwards imperceptibly as he pushes himself off the bed, pushing his feet into his boots. As he follows Price out the door, he makes eye contact with you, slipping his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling back as he licks your slick off of them. He winks as he walks around the corner, mouthing

this isn't over.

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school is over and my requests deleted themselves somehow so if you've got ideas pls send them

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[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! The making of Baby Benji 😈

👀👀👀 nsfw and a little thingy undercut 🤭

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After Gabriela had revealed that she wanted a sibling, a lot of things started happening. Miguel giving you back rubs and shoulder massages, him giving you little gifts here and there and of course lots of railing in the most inadequates of times.

You'd be in the supermarket, he'd grab you. You'd be doing laundry, and he'd hug you from behind to give you a good Makeout session. But it was worse when you were ovulating.

He'd want to hoard you and fuck until he was sure you were spent and sore.

Of course, a fate you were settled to face within a couple of days. You did want another baby, and he was determined to give you one.

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And what a perfect way to celebrate you were making another little O'Hara than having Gabi out in a slumber party, the house for yourselves and a delicious wine and dine you were just returning from.

His hands rested on your thigh, kneading and rubbing his large palm in it. You on the other hand were raging in hormones, you'd lean to him and kiss his neck, biting his earlobe softly.

"Can you go faster?"

"You'd need to be still for that."

He smirked as your hand unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Eyes snapping your direction, you looked hungry. Needy and oh-

His hands grope the wheel tighter while your hand have him lazy and deep strokes.

"Keep driving, Papa" Your smirking and strokes made his jaw clench. Car affluence was minimal, still the chance of getting caught by the police was there. His foot stepped the breaks suddenly when he felt your mouth around him.

"Wait... Mi amor-" He grunted as you swirled your tongue around him, hands palming his sac.

"N-Need to park" He choked and shuddered, the little slurping noises coming from your mouth made his hips buck and push himself a bit deeper in to your warm mouth.

The loud beep from a car behind you, was enough for him to grab a fistful of your hair gently, trying to pull you away.

Your name was hissed through his teeth. The beeping was loud and repetitive. The feeling of your throat constricting around him made him gasp.

The car behind just detoured next to you as the driver cursed at Miguel. But he didn't care. Not when one of the many scenarios he had thought with you came to life.

He was slowly melting in his seat. Warmth spreaded through his body.

"Ya..." He hissed and grunted. You didn't stop.

"Te juro que si no paras-" (I swear that if you don't stop)

You giggled then released him with a pop. Your hands pulled him for a kiss, he complied.

"Let's go home" You whined with a shake of your head.

"No! I need you. Now. Park somewhere"

"I can't just-"

"Miguel" You warned

"Fine. Fine. Let's... let's look for a place." He sighed and fixed up his pants as best as he could.

You smirked and bucked your hips to remove the panties underneath your dress to then throw them in the back and sat on the seat.

"We're making a baby" You clapped, excitedly. He chuckled as he drove, parking lots had cameras, the Soccer field was closed, and for sure the streets were out of the equation. He ended up parking in an oriel.

Place was deserted, no cars seemed to be on sight. You got on the back seats and opened the door for him. He cradled your face and pulled it down for a kiss. Your hands were immediately on his pants again.

His hands hiked your dress up, uncovering your hips and legs. Fingers reached for your slit and you batted them away, desperately

"No! No time for that!" You whined and he laughed at your neediness. He pulled your hips on the edge of the seat and fumbled with his boxers. His cock sprung free and sunk between your legs. You held him by the neck, relieved. One of your feet dangled on his waist.

He pushed in deeper and you giggled between moans. His hands secured your hips, you twitched around him.

"So needy" You moved your hips against his, to get as much of him inside you. Lust oozed from you, primal need flooding your senses. His hands were around your thighs, gripping and squeezing, Mouth hovering over yours.

"Fuck! , I love you" You gasped, and he kissed you deeply with a growl, his hips increasing their pace.

"YOU CAN'T PARK HERE" the sudden voice echoed through the speaker. The blue and red lights flashing from a distance.

Your eyes went wide and he hid his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder, laughing silently as he stilled.

"A la verga..." (Fuck)

The removed himself from you and fixed your dress. If it wasn't for the windows being darkened enough on both sides, the officers would've surely caught you for real.

You went to your seat as Miguel fixed his pants once more and sighed, occupying his seat and turning the engine on.

"There's motels nearby the area"

Much to your mortify, the officer spoke before you drove away.

"Told you to wait-"

"Cállate."

He tittered and drove you home. That didn't stopped you for going at it again.

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #💋 anon #atsv miguel #soccer family ⚽🕷️ #t writes✨ #miguel o'hara imagine #astv smut #miguel o'hara smut

[ruescreams]

⌗ ᴍʀ. ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛʟʏ ғɪɴᴇ ...

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɢᴏᴊᴏ sᴀᴛᴏʀᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴍᴅɴɪ. 𝟷𝟾+ ᴏɴʟʏ.

Satoru always offers to message your boobs after hearing you whining bout how sore they get. Starts off being real innocent; he just wants to help after all, his long fingers slowly rubbing against your pillowy flesh.

“Ugh-”

“You okay sweets?”

“Um-hum just sensitive...”

He tries to hide his growing hard on, not wanting to make this about himself, but you already noticed, the familiar hungry gleam in his eyes, the way he gulps nervously when you run your fingers against his undercut.

“Don't-”

“Don't, what?” You giggle, batting your eyelashes innocently.

He smirks, “Tease me-” leaning in and giving a little kiss to the left side of your boobs, as his fingers work over the right side, trying to be as gentle as he can be. You're in pain already; he doesn't want to add to it.

“But you're so cuteee.”

“Cute huh?” wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud, he suckles softly, pulling away seconds after you let out a little moan.

Pouting, you shoot him a look, “Now who's being a tease?” digging your fingers into his neck, you smile sweetly, something that always got him riled up; it was his sensitive spot after all.

“You-little-” he hisses, “that's it, no more Mr. Nice Guy.”

Oh, you were in trouble. “Toru-” you didn't manage to make out the rest of what you planned to say before his lips were on yours.

His hand moves down, his fingers pulling off the flimsy piece of fabric covering your soaking pussy.

“Would ya look at that?” raising up the fabric, he takes a whiff of it, “fuck - so wet - bet I could've made ya cum without even trying.”

“Toru!” Now he was just being mean, knowing how desperate you were, and still teasing.

“Hmm- my sweet little angel baby whore?” he coos, still holding on to your panties, no doubt planning on stealing them, so typical.

“You-you-ahhhh” you squeal, at his next move.

He wasn't even trying, barely having lined up his cock with your pussy before sliding home into your dripping hole.

“You were saying?” he mumbles, holding on to your hips to angle his trusts.

“I'm g-gonna kill you-mhhh” you moaned, legs wrapping around his waist and pulling him harder against yourself. 

Anyone could kill him now; his infinity was down, and he was too muddle-headed to care about anything other than the feeling of how hard you were squeezing him, trying to milk him for all he was worth. This was probably your favorite part about fucking Satoru, just knowing how he'd willingly let down all his guards for you.

“Heard that one before sweets,” he groaned, biting into your neck, “Why don't ya at least cream all over your husband's cock before thinking about murdering him- fuck- lemme die a happy man-”

“you-not-”

He wasn't your husband. He was Gojo Satoru, the strongest, always so smug, Mr. “Always Wins,” and a million other things, but he most definitely wasn't your husband.

“I could be-”

He's gotta be joking. “Satoru-” his name, comes out a mixture of moan and plea, you couldn't think about anything now not when you were so close to...

“Cum for me, angel-fuck, make a mess on your husband - can't fill you up unless you do - ”

His words send you over the edge, a small sob falling from your lips, as you try to pull him impossibly closer than before. You can hear him muttering something along the lines of, “I love you - love you - fuck - marry me -” before his hips start to stutter, a groan leaving him as he finally stills, painting your insides white with his hot load.

You must've been hallucinating. No way, he'd just dropped the “marry me” bomb on you while fucking you like a man on a mission.

“Marry me?”

Shit. He said it. Again.

“Satoru, you can't be-”

“I mean it,” his eyes locked onto yours firmly, “and you can't say no.”

If this was all an elaborate prank to break your heart, you couldn't tell, not from his facial expressions anyway. He looked dead serious.

Damn him and his pretty eyes, blue eyes, and his perfect hair, “I can't?” you wonder out loud, trying to figure out what Mr. Gojo “ I'm Perfectly fine” Satoru was high on.

“Nope! I'll tie ya up to our bed and, uh- never let you leave, and I'll always be with you. We'll have a couple mini us running around in no time! I can get ya a dog? Nah! Those are too needy; maybe a cat-”

You weren't sure what made you finally say “yes!” Maybe it was the way he looked so excited to have you marry him, having planned everything - hell, maybe it was the promise of a new cat. Whatever it was, that night you ended up with a shiny new diamond ring on your finger and a very, very clingy fiancé.

ʟɪᴋᴇs, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ ♡

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴛᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴄʀᴀsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sᴏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ʙʏ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀʏ. ʟᴇssᴏɴ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴄs ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏɴ 💀 ᴡᴀs ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏʀᴛ? ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴡᴀs sʜᴜғғʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ sᴡɪғᴛ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ, sᴏᴏᴏᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ... ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏʏʏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ... ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ <𝟹𝟹𝟹

#𓏲 ࣪₊ rue.writes 📝𓂃 #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader smut #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #satoru x reader #satoru x you #gojo satoru x you smut #jjk x you smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk smut #anime smut #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo fluff #gojo satoru headcanons

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Protective Flower

Pairing: Harry Hook x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1.4k

Summary: While making your rounds of the Isle making sure everyone still fears your name, you run into an old acquaintance. Someone oversees this and doesn't take lightly to others touching what is his.

Bingo: @eclipsingbingo with the square 'Jealousy'

*Gif does not belong to me

Boots clicking with every step, you had not a care in the world as you walked through the Isle of the Lost. Why would you? You were the daughter of Madame Gothel, the Mother Gothel. Everyone on the Isle knew of your mother's story and with that came protection, a blanket of safety that her name alone offered you.

That didn't mean you let the glare on your features fall or had your back turned on anyone for too long. With brisk steps you passed through different sections of the Isle, never staying for too long. It was only when you saw the back of someone's head whom you never thought you'd see again.

"Jay?" You slowly question, your voice hesitant in case who you thought was in front of you was an illusion or just an insanely good look-alike whom you've never seen before that day. It was only when the boy's head of long brown hair turned and a whisper of your name left his lips that you knew it was him. "What are you doing here? I thought you had gotten off this island and were at Auradon."

"Some circumstances have changed," He muttered with a coy grin, bounding his way over to you. The fast approach made you take a few small steps back, trying to put distance in between the two of you in case he decided to try something, though Jay bypassed this easily, one of his strides making up for three of yours as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. "I've missed you. We all have."

You froze immediately as you were engulfed, not expecting the embrace and hardly knowing what to call it. The feeling that arose from being trapped within Jay's arms was odd, almost comforting. That didn't matter though as you kept your arms glued to your side, not raising them to return the gesture.

"I'm sure it would've passed," You mumbled, voice gruff as you remembered what it had been like before Jay, Mal, Evie and Carlos left the Isle. How things have changed since then. Your words caused Jay to finally pull back, which you were both grateful for since the action was weak, though also longed for it to return, the simple contact something you have never experienced on the Isle evoking something within you. It must have been some trickery Auradon had taught them. "You never did say why you were here. And if you're here, I'm assuming so are the others."

"About that," Jay trailed off, hand sheepishly going to rub at the back of his neck. The action instantly had you quirking an eyebrow, never before seen such an action from the taller VK. Or former VK. "Carlos actually sent me to come and find you. We were wondering if we could use your help. Like old times-"

"What do we have here?" A taunting voice called out, cutting off the end of Jay's sentence, not that you needed to hear the rest of it to know what he was asking of you. You didn't even bat an eye to the new voice, coming well accustomed to it in the past year, more so than before Jay and his little redeemed squad had run off. "Runnin' into ya two times in a day has got ta be a good omen."

Jay's whole deemer immediately changed at not only the sight of him but also the sound. Turning an annoyed glare that held more heat than you knew Jay could still muster onto the newest arrival, Jay greeted him with a less than pleased grunt, "Hook."

Harry Hook, in all his glory, came out from the shadows he had previously lurking in so the deranged grin he was flashing could be seen by all.

"Don't sound so sad ta see me," Harry's laugh felt as if a harsh bite had sunken into you. It wasn't unwelcomed but such a stark contrast to what Jay had offered you moments ago. His eyes fell on you quickly, blue irises sucking you in as he walked closer, sealing his spot at your side as he wrapped a tight arm around your waist and pulled you flush to his side. "I was wondering when the two of yer would meet again. It was only a matter of time I suppose."

Jay's eyes locked in on the hand on your waist, Harry's fingers flexing at the sight as they curled in tighter. The sensation didn't hurt, not when you've felt it before. It was almost comforting, though in a different way to how Jay tried offering it. You weren't oblivious enough to not understand that Harry was staking his claim, however, making it known to Jay how things were running this time around.

"I didn't know the two of you had buddied up since we've been gone," Jay had to drag his eyes away from where the two of you were connected, never taking his eyes off of you as he refused to look into Harry's.

"Things have changed since you and the others were taken off the Isle," You shrugged your shoulders up as you spoke, giving it to Jay plainly. After he and the others left you were without a gang to call your own, leaving you to resort to other means of getting by. "Not all of us were whisked away to be Princesses and Princes."

"I can see that," Jay breathes out as if the words were vile on his tongue. You weren't ashamed of this. Just because you had grown closer to Harry and his crew in his and the other's absence didn't mean you were going to flip a switch now that they were back. "It was nice catching up with you. If you want to talk more, you know where to find us."

"I'll see you around Jay," You bid your farewell, surprised that Harry was able to remain as quiet as he did. Not sparing you another word, though his eyes flickered down to where Harry kept his hold on you, Jay turned away so he could make his way back to the hideout he must've come from.

"Now wasn't that a lovely chat," Harry chirped, rounding on you once Jay was out of sight. His other hand came down to your hip, resting there tightly as he slowly began to back you up. "I was just on my way to warn ya as well of Mal and her little crew's arrival. Somehow ya always beat me to it though."

"I must just be lucky at sniffing out people with pretty faces," You say, not a second later your back came in contact with the wall behind you, a small huff leaving your nose at the contact. With a cruel quirk of your lips, you bring a hand up to pass through some of his hair. "Maybe that's how I found you all those months ago."

"Cute," Harry barked out a bitter laugh, bringing his face closer to yours. Some of that bitterness seeped into his face as he looked down at you, his next words coming as a sting. "Uma doesn't want ya going near them. Who knows what they've brought from Auradon. And we all know how close ya were with them before they left."

"Good thing Uma doesn't control what I do then," You dipped your face to the side as Harry tried to trap your lips in a harsh kiss, his teeth ready to make an appearance. Instead, a kiss was left on your cheek, the pirate recoiling back once he realised. With a smirk of your own, you leaned in, trailing feather-light kisses across his neck and jaw. Your lips ghosted his skin, never staying in one spot for too long. "Though I'm sure an exception could be made if you asked nicely."

"Stay away from Jay and his friends," Harry spoke lowly, lips chasing after yours as you continued to evade him. With a raised brow, you stared at him as if you were waiting for more, leaning back so he couldn't reach you. With an eye roll from his dark eyes, an abundance of eyeliner smeared around them, he grinned out, "Please."

You waited a few moments, bringing both of your hands up to cup his face. Dragging him slowly, you brushed your lips quickly against his, muttering before finally giving him what he wanted, "I'll consider it."

#eclipsingbingo #eclipsing bingo #descendants #harry hook #descendants 2 #jay #jay descendants #harry hook descendants #x reader #harry hook x reader #reader insert #fem reader #x you #fanfic #fanfiction #disney movies #disney #disney descendants #descendants fanfiction #descendants fandom #isle of the lost #harry hook x you

[jadewritesficshere]

Wrecked

Eddie Munson x Reader

Content: oral (male receiving) slight sub!Eddie. Listen I just really wanna suck him

18+ only

Your eyes snapped open, adjusting to the darkness in the room as the VHS shut off with a click. The light from the TV seemed harsh, jarring you from the quietness surrounding you. It woke you up from your sleepy state, heart thumping wildly as you realized you had fallen asleep against Eddie. Eddie, who talked a mile a minute and told you interesting facts while watching movies, who had gone silent almost an hour ago as you started to drift off. Eddie, who had an arm wrapped around your shoulder, hand lazily drawing patterns on your arm where it rested. Your head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his heart. "Sorry," you yawned as you sat up," Did I fall asleep?"

Eddie blinked slowly before smiling," Don't worry 'bout it. You need to rest." You lazily smile at him as he stands up. He stretches slowly, joints popping that remind you that neither of you are near your teens anymore. He reaches his arms above his head in a stretch, shirt traveling up just enough to give you a sneak peak of his stomach. Pale skin that showed the stark colors of the dragon curled over the top of his belly button. The dragon that had it's mouth open as if it was blowing fire, fire that actually was pink scars courtesy of the demobats. The scars that he always had a different story for when people saw ("I got attacked by a bear." "A witch cursed me." "I didn't eat my vegetables." "I used to defuse bombs").

Your eyes caught on his belly button, the stupid piercing he got claiming "a dragon had to have a hoard". The blue light from the tv causing the jewelry to glint, showing a kaleidoscope of rainbows in the opal gemstones. Your breath caught at the smattering of hair that trailed down from his belly button. Down to the band of his sweatpants that hung low on his hips. Plaid boxers peeking over the hem of his pants obscured your view of the slight v shape of his hips. The TV light providing the perfect amount of light and shadow to show the slight definition of his abs he had gained from long hours as a mechanic.

The sting from biting your lip pulled you from your casual perusal of Eddie's frame. Eddie who hadn't even noticed and was waving his hands around talking as he stared off at the wall,"- but those are just rumors. I mean if they do make a movie, it better be close to the book. No creative liberties. I want to see the book come to life, ya know? I want the dwarves to have full beards, especially the women and-"

You stand up abruptly," Shut the fuck up." Eddie pauses at your abrupt words and movement. Silence spans a few seconds as he notices the glimmer in your eyes," Excuse you?" You hum, running your eyes up and down his frame. Eddie was definitely a man, no longer the boy you had met in high school. He had filled out more, had some scruff on his jawline. His sweatpants had a hole in his knee and there was a stain on his shirt, but he had never looked more beautiful to you. And you had never wanted to fuck him more.

Eddie tilted his head slightly, untamed and frizzy curls bouncing as he tried to decipher the look in your eye. "I will gladly listen to this conversation, but I can't pay attention right now. Not when you're," you wave your hand gesturing to him," that!" Eddie scoffs," Excuse you? That?." One step is all it takes to get in his space, Eddie instinctively taking a step back.

You push on his chest, firm beneath your open palms, causing him to stumble back into the couch. He lands with a grunt and looks up at you with a look of exasperation. He goes to open his mouth to say what you're sure is a snarky remark, but all thoughts leave his head as you grab his knees spreading them open and kneeling in front of him. His jaw drops as he stares at you between his legs. You bat your lashes at him in what you hope is a seductive look, but let's be honest, both you and Eddie suck at flirting. You trail one hand up from his knee, barely touching as your fingers dance their way up his thigh. His cheeks flush, a beautiful dusty pink that spreads down his neck towards his chest. You wonder how far that blush goes as you lift the hem of his shirt.

Eddie is staring at you, frozen in time. You clearing your throat as you tug on his shirt knocks him from his reverie. "Yeah, okay, fuck uh yea." He leans forward enough to pull the shirt over his head. You lick your lips at the expanse of tattooed skin you see. You lean in, trying to decide where to start. You look up through your eyelids at him, slowly licking the happy trail, that definitely made you happy. The image of you licking his skin, peering up at him through your lashes, was burned into Eddie's retinas. Eddie's knuckles were white as he gripped the couch cushions. His stomach flexed unintentionally at the warmth of your tongue. The small whimper he let out fueled your desire, heat pooling low in your stomach. You nip and suck at his hips, one hand resting on his thigh, the other curled around his back to bring him closer to you. You pulled back after adding a lovely red mark that you know will fade to a bruise.

You can't believe you had fallen asleep next to this man, now the only thoughts involving a bed also involved cardio. You lightly trail a finger over the prominent bulge in his pants, earning a sharply inhaled breath and a buck of his hips. "Jesus fucking Christ," he groans, voice lower then you've ever heard. You lick your lips as your hands reach for the hem of his pants and-

"Wait!" Eddie startles you, and you glance up at his wrecked face. "Huh?" You blink a few times starting to pull back," Do you not..?" "No! No I do!" Eddie clears his throat and grabs the pillow next to him," I just...you should be comfortable..." His face flushes as he holds the pillow between you two, causing you to chuckle. You grab the pillow and put it under your knees, even if you don't need it. "Thanks baby. You're so thoughtful." Eddie preens under the praise, looking smug. Your hands return to his waist band, tugging his pants and boxers down. He lifts his hips to help and-

You've never thought a dick to be pretty before. Sure, you've seen some good ones but this? He's long, curved slightly to the right. Precum beading at the top of a head that is flushed so red it's almost purple. A prominent vein trailing the underside of his dick that you want to lick up. Curls around the base that were trimmed but still unruly. The tension is thick as you stare at his dick, wondering where to start. He twitches under your heavy gaze. "C'mon, don't make me wait.." Eddie mumbles. "You'll take what I give you, and you'll be thankful." You snap back, watching the man pout slightly. For all his bravado and extroverted demeanor, he has no power here and he knows it.

But you decide to have mercy on him as you flatten your tongue against his dick, deciding to follow the vein from his base to his tip. Eddie lets out a high-pitched whine followed by a "thank you", but you don't really care. Yes, it feels good for him, but this is also for your pleasure. You swirl your tongue around his leaking tip, tasting the salty essence. Eddie's hand finds the back of your head instinctively, not using any real force or grip. When you fully envelope his tip with your warm mouth and suck, all coherent thoughts of his are gone. He barely can remember his own name. One of your hands holding his hips back so he can't thrust up, the other wrapped around his dick slowly moving up and down.

Eddie sits there babbling nonsense, he never could stay quiet for long. And you wouldn't want him to, his moans and groans like music to your ears. You pull off of him earning a whine. Eddie's face is flushed, bangs stuck to his forehead, a slight sweat broken out on him. He looks down at you with those big brown eyes like you just kicked a dog. "Please? Fuck, please baby? Don't stop."

You smile up at the wrecked man, the man begging for you to continue. You can feel the light pressure of his hand against your head trying to push you closer to his groin. You could make him beg. Make him wait. But he looks so good like this, you want to see him completely blissed out. You inhale deeply before lightly putting the tip back in your mouth. Eddie has no time to mutter a thank you before you fully sink down on him. Your nose coming flush with the hair you admired earlier, taking him deep in your throat without gagging. "Oh fuckfuckfuck," Eddie pants above you, lost in the feeling of you. You hollow out your cheeks and suck, bobbing up and down along his length. He was a twitching writhing mess beneath you. You lightly palm at his balls, adding enough pressure to have Eddie moan. It didn't take him long before he came with a loud groan, hips bucking without a pattern. You swallowed it to the best of your ability, some leaking out and dripping down your chin.

When he was done, you pulled off him with a pop. Eddie's chest heaved as he panted above you. Eddie looked down from the ceiling, not sure when he had thrown his head back in ecstasy. You swipe the cum off your chin before licking your fingers, eyes locked with his. "Jesus Christ," he runs a hand through his hair and lets out a chuckle. You hum and smile up at him. Eddie lightly grasps your biceps, tugging you to get up,"Not sure what brought that on, but I think its time for me to return the favor. Get up here."

#Listen Eddie deserves to have his entire world view changed through a good bj #Blow him so good you blow his mind #Also idc if he is older that man cannot flirt #He is just a funky lil dude who is a terrible flirt he gets like 0 bitches #BUT even tho he is terrible at flirting I would still suck him off like any day #like call me a succubus the way I'm gonna succ your buss- okay no that...no #Unless.... 👀 #Eddie Munson x y/n #Eddie Munson x you #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson/you #Eddie Munson/Reader #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson #Stranger Things #Stranger Things smut #Gonna post this a SECOND time as uh not even my mutual saw it so...idk why but let's try this again #If yall let this flop you don't even deserve him 😤 #Jade is Talking

[that-weeb-in-ur-closet]

"Get my cake, and eat it, too."

✨️It's a requested Dazai smut✨️

✧—Incl. Dazai smut, Dazai × F!reader, kitchen sex, dirty talk, fingering, not established relationship, ADA Dazai,uses of the word "mama", "Mommy", and "Daddy".

ღ—Note from the author. Yeah, I'm ᴬⁿⁿⁱᵉ the anime smut writer. First time writing for Dazai, so I hope u like this, ya little weirdos and weebs.

You and Dazai have known each other for a long time. Before the Port Mafia, worked with each other in the middle of it, and now are partners in the Armed Detective Agency.

It sounds like you'd be best friends, right? Well, yeah, pretty much. But it's hard to be friends with Dazai. He's always clinging to your waist, hugging you always flirting, staying at your house, sitting on your lap at work. He's a man-child, really.

Today is no different.

"Why don't we sneak away to your apartment, mamas?" He whispers into your ear, hugging you from behind. The other detectives don't even bat an eye anymore from how commonly this happens.

"Y'know, why the fuck not. I have nothing to do today anyway." You say with a shrug.

And that's where you two are, upstairs and in the kitchen of your apartment. You facing the refrigerator and him leaning against the counter behind you.

"You hungry—"

"Yes."

He immediately cuts you off when you ask, staring at the small gap between your thighs with eyes half-lidded. You look over your shoulder to see him now sitting on the counter, still staring.

"Jeez, okay... You wanna eat som—"

"Yes."

He fully cuts you off this time, hopping off the counter and softly touching your hips, touch feather light as he glides his fingers down your waist and to your thighs, gently squeezing the inner part of them.

"You think I could eat some of you? I'm really hungry for some reason..." He whispers into your ear, leaving gentle bites and licks along your neck.

"You promised this wouldn't happen, Osamu..." You say with a sigh but lean into his touch nonetheless. He smirks into your skin when you call him his first name, hands gently pulling your shorts and panties down at the same time.

"Come on, mama... You look too pretty not to eat... Just, let me have a snack?" He giggles, finger softly tracing your clit while the other one moves up and back to your waist.

"O-Osamu... You—" A soft moan cuts you off when he slides one finger into your tight little hole, digits pressing against the perfect spots to make you whimper.

"O-Osamu~ Fuck... Faster, p-please..." You whine, and you have him pressing his hard-on against your ass. "Yes, ma'am. "

He starts to go a bit faster, adding another finger while he lets go of your hip and starts to take off his pants, kissing your neck while you shiver and moan.

"D-d— FUCK— D-Dazai~♡…! Please..."

"Please what?" He asks, finally getting his pants and boxers off. He softly takes out his finger which you complain about, but you quickly stop when he replaces it with his cock.

"GAH- D-D-DADDY, FUCK~!!!" You scream out a moan, eyes rolling back into your head as you grab the kitchen island for support.

"Hmm~ Mommy, you're taking m-me so well..." He grunts into the back of your neck, sliding his hands up your shirt and holding your waist tightly.

You arch your back even more and he swears under his breath, sweat forming and sticking his hair to his forehead. He roughly slaps your ass to see the flesh move beneath him, and you scream out another breathy moan of pleasure.

"D-daddy... T-too GOOD— Please~♡ More..." Tears start to roll down your cheek from sheer pleasure, legs shaking as a bit of drool slips from your mouth.

"More, huh, pretty mama..." He grunts, rolling his hips faster and faster with each passing second. He lets out a small moan before he gives up on fighting it back and screams out just as loud as you.

"Dazai~…! I-I'm c-c—" You stutter out, but it was too late. A load of his and your cum shoots out, his long and hot ropes filling you to the brim while yours coats his dick in a shiny, milky substance.

"Awe... You could've had that in your mouth, mommy..." He whines, pouting like the man-child he is.

"Yeah? Well, you didn't fucking eat me. Just shoved your dick inside me."

"You're complaining?"

"Yes."

"Then I guess I'll just have to honor my word and eat out out."

"Wai—" "Too late."

(... Rampo heard everything from downstairs, rip.)

#dazai bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x chuuya #dazai x reader #osamu dazai #dazai smut #bungou stray dogs dazai #chuuya #bsd #chuuya fanart #chuuya nakahara #bsd fanart #bsd smut #bsd chuuya #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs #bungou gay dogs

[oneforthemunny]

that modern!steddie x reader has been so heavy on my mind since the ask yesterday...

18+ below minors dni.

like steve was your professor and now you're in a throuple. you, him, and his crazy roommate eddie or @/munsterc0ck as you and his 1.2M followers on tiktok knew him as.

you ran into professor harrington at the bar, he was young to be a professor, you had his film class- an elective your advisor said was an enjoyable one. and enjoyable, it was.

you'd had a few amaretto sours, a little bolder than you usually were. your friends were squealing and buzzing with excitement at seeing eddie munson- the guitar hottie on the app- out in public, all curly bangs and tattoos, sitting at the bar in black leather. it was a stark contrast to the khakis and polos that professor harrington wore next to him, still keeping up appearances even in the dingy bar.

your friends snickered, daring you to approach him, ask him for extra credit, and who were you to deny them? deny their cackles and secret recordings for their private snapchat stories. "for the story" was your motto, and a story was sure to follow.

"hi, professor harrington." you let every syllable roll off your tongue in a low purr, a little woozy and wobbly from your drinks.

amber eyes flicked over to you, a sheepish smile on his lips as he greeted you back. "what're you doing here? not doing your film analysis on a friday night?" he jested lightly.

you shook your head, giggling nervously. "nuh-uh, always save those for sunday. 'm a last second kinda girl. don't hold it against me." you rolled your lip between your teeth, biting back a grin at his flustered flush.

"procrastinating can be bad for ya, baby. pretty girl like you should know better." the munsterc0ck spoke up, dark irises that cast down on you in the most delicious way. the rasp in his voice, the tone- so masterful yet casual, it had your thighs clenching.

"yeah," professor harrington added. "you should enjoy the films I assign. want to watch them over and over and over." he grinned when you laughed, a little nasally and wobbly.

"yeah, stevie here puts a lot of thought and care into those movies. very snobby film critic you have." eddie rolled his eyes hard, dramatic, you laughed.

"I do like the movies, professor harrington." you batted your eyes, swiping your drink off the bar, tongue chasing the black straw. you hadn't meant for it to be seductive, but you weren't mad at the way that the two men straightened up, flushing a little.

"yeah? which one's been your favorite?" professor harrington steve pressed, leaning towards you with a dazzling smile that had your tummy flip flopping.

"hmmm," you thought, sipping your syrupy sweet drink, lips twisting around the straw in thought. "coraline is my all time favorite movie, like ever. so that one?"

eddie's grin widened into something primal and dark. the girl he'd been chatting to before glared daggers at you when he turned, his body and attention fully on you. "yeah? you like creepy things like that? wouldn't have ever guessed that from looking at you." eddie smirked.

you shrugged, flirty and bold. "shouldn't judge a book by it's cover. sometimes there’s more than meets the eye." you quoted steve's lecture on inception from weeks before. he beamed with pride. "isn't that right, professor harrington?"

you'd smiled at him so sweetly, he thought he was going to melt into the bar floor. the effects of the alcohol mixed with the blood rushing to his twitching cock, had steve leaning in. "you can call me steve when we're not in the classroom, baby." he growled lowly.

you could feel the heat climbing from your chest and creeping up your neck. his full lashes batting at you, while he patted the barstool between them. "what're you drinkin'? let eddie buy you a drink." steve grinned.

eddie snorted loudly, shaking his head, but flagged down the bartender anyways. the three of you chatted over overpriced cocktails, yelling over the loud blaring speakers that screamed megan thee stallion and y2k classics to keep the energy. you talked about movies, hometowns, roommates (which eddie and steve had been since they got out of high school). they'd went to college at the university, though eddie dropped out his first semester was kicked out you'd later find out. steve got a film studies degree, just to make his dad mad, finished with a minor in business. he went to graduate school for that, to satisfy his dad (you were starting to pick up a pattern), got offered a teaching job after his ta experience while he worked on his doctorate.

"soon he'll be dr. harrington." eddie purred, shoulder rubbing yours while he leaned into your ear. "isn't that fancy sounding?"

"I like the sound of that." you giggled, starry eyed and loose from the liquor. "dr. harrington does sound pretty sexy." you hadn't meant to blurt that out, the playful banter was teetering on the line of teasing all night, and you'd just crashed right over it.

you worried he'd reject you, and you weren't sure how you'd ever pass his class- be able to show your face from the embarrassment.

instead, you found yourself in the back of eddie's camaro, steve's hands roaming your frame while eddie drove, speeding through back roads to get back to their place.

even tipsy your heart hammered, the liquid courage the alcohol brought was draining your system as you sat on your knees, perched at the end of their bed. both men before you, cocks angry and erect while they stroked them- intimidatingly big the both of them. you blinked up at them, rounded pretty eyes that looked oh so adorable to them.

you found yourself, thighs pressed to your chest while steve fucked you, deep, long strokes that had you crying out. eddie hovered above you, letting his cock slip between your lips, gagging your screams and cries of pleasure while you sucked him, letting him spill down your throat.

it was the beginning of something new. something strange. something exciting.

the three of you, a relationship bewilderingly beautiful, thrilling and a little scandalous blossomed to light in steve's bedroom.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #eddie munson #eddie munson au #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson smut #steve harrington smut #Steve harrington au #steve harrington #steddie #steddie fic #modern!dom!steddie #modern!steddie #modern!steddie x reader #steddie smut #steddie x y/n #steddie x you #steddie x reader #steddie x fem!reader #dom!steddie x reader

[ask-maxie-boy]

Goonion's Ghoul (Part 4)

Bruce does a little digging. This one's a little more serious, but dont worry, the shenanigains resume next chapter <3

Part 1 & 2 Part 3

The pool hall was fairly quiet tonight. It was a dim place who's customers were the only thing shadier than its corners. The smell of smoke lingered in the whole building, but the usual cloud that held over the room seemed to be gone.

The "No Smoking" sign on the door was new, and it seems like people were listening. Bruce fiddled with the stick match between his fingers - he wondered if it was going to be a problem.

"8 Ball, side pocket" Clack!

"Tch. Good game, whatever."

As the men and small crowd around them get their bet earnings, Bruce approached with a predatory grin. "Hey fellas, mind if I get in on a game?"

Most of the men seemed to be sizing him up, but one in particular (the one who won the last match) inhaled sharply. "Matches fuckin' Malone, I haven't seen you 'round here in a while! You sonofabitch, where ya been?"

'Matches Malone' pulls his titular match out from his teeth, and puts on an annoyed face. "Bah, deal went south, had to lay low for a while." Someone handed him a pool stick, prompting Bruce to nod and grab some pool chalk.

"I getcha. We can go a round, Matches. Loser buys a round at the bar for everyone."

"Jeez, I said I was just layin' low and thems are the stakes?" Matches' grin comes back, a gleam rolling along his aviator shades. "Guess I could use a free drink, so why not?"

The other guy rolls his eyes. "Well, aren't you confident. Promise that'll changes once the game starts."

The game gets set up quickly, and they let Malone break. He lines up his stick, but isn't too concerned about exactly how to hit this shot.

"Say," Bruce asks, "I heard there's a new way of gettin' some help around here. Any'a you know about it?" The cue ball slams into the triangle of other balls.

"Oh, you're askin' about the Goonion? You don't gotta beat around da bush. Even if you weren't in good company, there ain't no need to be hush about it." The 7 ball rolls into a corner pocket, a solid color sunk.

Its an easy shot to the 5, side pocket. "Wouldn't expect that from a big band 'a criminals," Bruce says, casually lining up the hit, "but I guess that's Gotham for ya. So, how do I get in contact?" *Clack!*

"There's a big place on 29th street, down by Proctor Ave." The 5 cleanly rolls into the next pocket. "They put up a big sign just yesterday, you cant miss it."

The next shot is a bit more tricky, trying to get the 3 without hitting the 10 in. "No shit? A big ol' sign that says 'Hey, a buncha lackeys here!' right out in the open?"

The other guy snorts. "I mean, the cops don't give a damn, and the criminals are already in on it. That just leaves the bats, but between you and me? I hear the robins are in on it."

Not only does Bruce miss the 3, he knocks the 10 in, closely followed by the cue itself. A scratch. "Well, now I know you're just fuckin' with me."

His opponent grabs the cue ball with a chuckle, and puts it just by the 12 for a clean corner pocket hit. "Like how you were with that last shot? Yeah, yeah, I'm messin' with you... kinda. There's a runnin' joke that the robins should be considered one of us."

Second stripe down, Bruce's eye twitches, hidden by his large sunglasses. "I don't see whats so funny about it, considering how many times we've had our ass handed to us on a black-n-blue platter by 'em."

Its a more difficult shot to hit the 9 in the side pocket, but the opponent aims anyway. "Yeah, Danny's got this big ol' thing about how Vigilantism's a crime and Batman's a crime lord. Ya kinda have to hear him say it, but damn if it isn't funny." He makes the shot, but the cue ball slides in the pocket with the 9, as Bruce bites back a grumble.

Its his chance to get back in the game, and clean it up. Bruce puts the ball on the table, and lines up a shot that should also get him in position for the next few. "Danny, eh? Whats his deal anyway? Everyone seems all buddy buddy with the guy, but I can't find out a thing about him. He some kinda "

The normal sound of a pool stick hitting the cue is clean, crisp, and short. A satisfying ricochet right to where it was aimed, sealing a calculated move into victory.

That is not the noise that echoes through the hall.

Instead, the stick bounces off of the cue strangely, shaking awkwardly as a much harsher CLACK! attacks everyone's ears, as the ball rolls slowly in the wrong direction, and hits nothing.

His opponent, and everyone with and without money on the game, look right at him. Some are giving dirty looks, some seem angry, others just discontent. A few look ready for a fight to break out, as the sudden tension ensnares him. He gets the feeling its not the bum shot they're upset about. "Uh... any chance I can try that hit again?" He asks sheepishly, analyzing exits, preparing for the brawl that might happen, and a cover story for how Matches got out of being attacked by this many people.

Bruce winces as his opponent places their hand on his shoulder, but doesn't strike back just yet. His opponent still seems tense, but not rearing back an attack. "Matches, you'se a good guy, so I'm gonna let you off easy on this one. But for 'da future, dont go askin' around about Danny. He doesn't like people poking into his business.”

The crowd seems to calm down a bit, but there's still a few bad looks being sent towards Bruce. He puts some hint of worry in his voice, dusting off his suit to sell the idea that that shook him up. “I.. I see. Caposh.”

His opponent goes back to the table, picking the cue off the table after Matches' bad hit. “...He's just a kid, Matches. Smart, kind,” he lines up his next shot on the 11, “I'd call him naive if he didn't prove he knew what he was doing.” A clean shot, into the side pocket.

“If you're goin' to the Goonion, you'll meet him and see.” Another easy shot, 13 into the corner. “He does good work. The Hood may have started the union, but Danny stoked the flames, kept us together when we wanted to fall apart.” A hard hit, the cue ball stopping dead as it strikes its target, knocked straight into the pocket. “He fought for us, went up against some of the most dangerous people in Gotham and told them to kneel.” Someone in the crowd murmurs, “Stronger together,” which has him roll his eyes. “Yeah yeah, we all did it, sure. But someone needed to face 'em down, and not only did he bite the bullet,” 14 ball, corner pocket, “he spat it right back out at 'em.”

“He got us dental!” Someone cheers, and most of the crew cheers with him, clinking beer bottles together.

“Point is, he's a good guy who does a good job, and the least we can do is stick our noses out of his business.” 15 ball, opposite corner. “We don't need him getting hurt because we couldn't do that.”

Something flickers in Bruce's eyes at that last comment, noting the slightly somber tone. “...he didn't ask you to stay away, did he?”

“He didn't need to. I told ya, you'll get it when you meet him.” He points out his last shot, “8-ball, corner,” and hangs over the table to aim his cue. “People like him don't usually stick around Gotham, and not by their own choice. If someone finds out you're the one who made him leave, whether you meant it or not...”

The 8 ball rolls cleanly into the pocket, a promise fulfilled. “You'll be lucky if you're found with a bullet to the head.”

An open secret. One that puts him in harms way if the details get out. Details people are purposefully avoiding, out of gratitude. Makes things difficult for him.

“...Well, a deal's a deal. A round on me, everyone!”

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#the goonion #dc x dp #dp x dc #goonions ghoul #haha bruce get fucked #also please dont put danny in danger ;c #told you the goonion takes confidentiality very seriously

[icycoldninja]

Angsty Astarion headcannons

A/N: Ok, so way back in December of '23, I went through a short Astarion phase because I never went through a Twilight phase as a teen, and during the heat of said phase, I wrote this, and since I'm quite proud of how it turned out, I've decided to post it--but this is a one time only thing, it doesn't mean I write for Astarion or any BG3 characters, at least, not anymore.

Tw: Dark, dark, angsty themes that might make ya cry, proceed with caution.

-Severely claustrophobic and nyctophobic as a result of the underground confinement Cazador had sentenced him to.

-Refuses to go into tiny spaces; his bedroll must be spread out wide like a mat, and his tent must be roomy and airy.

-Sleeps/Meditates/whatever with candles lit. (with a nightlight in a modern AU)

-If the power goes out/wind blows his candles out and he can't light new ones for whatever reason, he will panic. Unless he can go outside and relish in the light of the fire or celestial bodies, or unless you have a flashlight, he will curl up into a little ball and cry softly until either the situation blows over or if you come to help him.

-Despite how much he loves you, there is a tiny part of him that is still afraid you will use him for his body and leave him to die, used up and dry.

-Trust is hard to build with him because of all that's happened, but stay persistent and he'll let his walls down.

-Has night terrors almost every night but is too scared to go to you (or anyone) for help for fear of being found and kidnapped by Cazador somehow--the only exception being very terrifying nightmares that have him screaming.

-Touch starved beyond comprehension.

-Desperately needs someone to hold him at night, or just to hold him in general. It doesn't matter how long, if someone would just give him a hug, it'd make his day.

-Sometimes he worries that you'll leave him because of his heavy emotional baggage.

-Gets crazy jealous and will turn into a bat to spy on you if he suspects anything.

-As time progresses, his negativity and jealousy starts to build up and soon expresses itself through violence. If you two don't do something about it, he could end up hurting you.

-He'd never kill you, but rage clouds the mind. Astarion could hurt you pretty badly, especially with that knife of his, and if he ever did so for whatever reason, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

-Puts on a brave, flirty, sassy face in public, but cries a lot in private. Like a lot.

-Does his best to cry as quietly as he can; an old habit from his time with Cazador. He bites a pillow or clamps his hand over his mouth to muffle the noise, careful to breathe through his nose and limit the noises he makes.

-All he really wants is someone to snuggle his fears away and just be there for him, however possible.

#astarion #Bg3 #baulders gate 3 #baulders gate astarion #Astarion x reader #Angst #Angst headcannons #Sad #poor astarion #Astarion baulder's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #Fanfic #Angsty #angst headcanons #icycoldninja writes

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

Hi baby!!

Mice been thinking abt Peter Fucking you in a library lately..

Give me thoughts??

i have plenty!

STUDY BUDDY- P.B PARKER

Pairing:  Uni! Nerd! Boyfriend! Peter x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 885

Summary: some innocent studying with your nerdy boyfriend leads to a quick hookup in the library :)

Warnings: SMUT, finger sucking, praise kink, voyeurism, sight degradation kink, swearing, teasing, dumbification kink, lots of pet names, and a special guest!

blue shirt look bc its my favourite and it makes me need himsobad

“I-I really gotta get back to my work Pete-” you gasped, the harsh pinch of your teeth biting down to meet your lower lip reminding you to keep your voice hushed.

The dark mahogany dug into your palms as you gripped the shelf, cracked spines and weathered pages meeting your gaze before you shut your eyes. It smelt of old books and Peter, his arms caging you in, leaving you nowhere to go but with him.

It had been smooth sailing for over an hour, the two of you nestling in together at a little table in the back of the old, quaint library. Surrounded by nothing but old wooden shelves and golden yellow oil lamps, it was a little haven for the two of you to get caught up on overdue assignments.

His work was a mystery to you- all the letters and numbers blurring together as he scratched away equations on the paper, fidgeting as he adjusted his glasses and rolled up his sleeves.

Books were pushed to the side after some time, his hand finding its way to your thigh, smirking as you slid your legs over his thigh to let your feet kick and dangle.

There was no point trying to focus anymore. You were entranced by him, lost in the idea of him- head in the clouds as you felt his fingers trace little outline drawings on your bare thigh, still focusing on his work.

From there, it was a mystery. He had you trapped, stuck between him as you felt the prominent bulge from his jeans slide against your skirt, making you shiver.

“Were you ever really doing any work in the first place? Or just twirling your hair and batting me those eyes so I’d get distracted?”

“I don't know what you're talking about…” you trailed off softly, breath caught in your throat as his soft lips met your neck- teasing you.

“Mmm don’t be so silly now sweetheart. You’re my smart girl, aren't you?”

You nodded. He smirked. It was as simple as that with you, hanging off his every word. “So don’t act stupid. I taught you better than that, ya know.” he quipped, in his charming, boyish ways- hand slipping down towards your skirt.

“We shouldn't do that here!” you huffed as his fingers traced those same little patterns he was on your skin earlier on your dampening panties.

“Oh baby when has that ever stopped you before? I thought you liked this hm? You wanna show everyone what a good lil girl you are?”

“We can’t-”

“Or are you too shy?” he continued, his belt jangling as he unbuckled it, seeming to echo off each pane of stained glass. “I know you're shy but not that shy baby. We’ve done it soo many times when you've been a little slut it public- haven't we? In my car, in the empty classroom or mmm the bathroom at your family gathering?”

You whimpered in response, words failing you. Your head fell limp as his chest was flush with your back, trapping you against the bookcase- bookspines nearly digging into your cheek.

“Shh you're fine. You want my fingers?” he asked softly, his low voice soothing you as he slowly slipped two fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue before he slid himself in.

Your eyes widened as he moaned, slowly brushing against your insides- savouring how pure you felt around him. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck-” he chanted like a prayer, and you sucked harder on his fingers to stifle the noises you so desperately wanted to release.

Drool began to pool from your lips, coating the long digits as your eyes rolled, his dick fully inside you, panties somewhere down your thighs. You hoped it was empty in here. Because the idea of someone walking in on this made your head spin.

“Mhmm-” you gagged as he slowly slipped out of you, pumping back in with such force you thought you’d topple over if it wasn't for him holding you upright.

“This is your fault ya know. If you weren't such a damn tease…” he murmured softly, making you shake your head.

“Yes, yes it is. We could’ve been studying angelface, and because youre such a precious lil slut- we’re in this mess hm?” he sighed, breathing in the smell of your sweet, saccharine perfume that mixed with his cologne, the smell of him on you driving him wild.

Before you knew it, the book in front of you had slid off the shelf- and you saw fingers grab the book across from it to clear a direct pathway for a face you knew all too well.

A smirk was plastered across his face, eyebrows raising as you heard the air whoosh through his nostrils as he breathed you in.

“Well ain't this somethin else?” a low voice whistled.

“She’s shy Matty don’t scare her.” Peter replied, cocky as ever as he watched his best friend unfold you like a present- but knew deep down he could never have it. He was dangling bait in front of him.

“M-Matt?” you croaked out softly, stuttering as Peter continued to use you, fingers slipping out of your mouth.

“What’d ya doin there love?” he cooed.

“Studyin-” you choked out, making Peter laugh. “Oh she’s studyin alright.”

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[ice-cream-writes-stuff]

PRINCE OF POISON

《Dick Grayson Nightshade Au x Reader HEADCANONS》

Civilian Dick Grayson, a circus boy who lost his parents and was taken in by Poison Ivy. Becoming.. Deadly Nightshade.

In this Au: I can definitely see Nightshade Dick using his more flirtatious side. Mostly learning from Poison Ivy.

He too can kiss people and make them do his bidding! 

His appearance is very beautiful, often being seen as a fairy-prince type of style. A crown of thorns adoring his head,

Often given the nickname Prince of Poison as a joke by the Sirens of Gotham. Which he uses the nickname with pride. 

Leaning into a more gentleman vilian.

Civilian Dick living that cottage-core lifestyle, graduated with top marks in chemistry and environmental studies.

A sweet florist with his own little cute shop, often crafting each flower in a garden hidden away under the shop.

Customers love the shop, but it's often empty due to odd hours, people never really telling when it's open or not.

Yandere Nightshade Dick would try to manipulate his darling with spores and pheromones to mess with their hormones. Often thinking their in love, that they are the obsessive one. Unless they have bad allergies and could die from the pollen, which he can't do. He doesn't wanna kill them.

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Yandere Mini Fic At Bottom.

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"Ya know.. I've never actually thought about your shops name." You said loosely, smiling at the few white tulips sitting by the cashier counter.

"Whatcha mean?" Richard, or Dick, (He would beg you to call him his nickname. Which you didn't think you were close enough for.) (He tolerates it, not wanting to seem pushy, so his perfect image wouldn't wilt in your eyes.)

" "Eden." Just like that garden in the Bible right?"

"Yeah, I love the pun, besides, I pay tribute for a close family member of mine."

"That's sweet of you," you hum, glancing at the clock near the door.

"Adam and Eve right? I think?" You say sparingly, listening to Dick hum in agreement.

Unaware of the flowers becoming droopy by your lack of attention.

Some astray viens even creeping up from beyond the counter. Wanting YOU.

Richard, who notices this, grabs his spray bottle, which was filled with water, he quickly sprays them back to their place. But one stem doesn't get the memo, crafting something in its branches.

Dick panics, trying to pull it back. 

"There goes my lunch break." You state sadly, more focused on the time than the crystal clear windows that would show what was happening behind you.

A soft tap takes away your attention, staring at a wide eyed Richard Grayson, who was halfway leaning over the counter. Holding a bright red, juicy apple.

"H-here, I packed extra?" He said a little less smoothly than he wanted.

You, who notices his behavior, stares at the apple skeptically.

"You didn't poison it right? Cause I don't know any prince charming to wake me." You said dryly.

Richard smiles sweetly, his eyes closed. Hidden away so you wouldn't see his rage.

"Trust me, I didn't, I don't wanna kill my favorite customer."

"I haven't bought anything from here. You drag me in hear with your flowery words.." You say plainly.

"My soon to be- Favorite customer," The florist stretches out his hand once more. 

You, cautiously, take the apple. "Thanks, Richard." You wave goodbye, walking out of the shop. Taking a small bite on your way out.

"No problem.. My Eve."

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[Should I make a bat boys villian series?? Anyway thank you for reading! Let me know what yall think!]

[More Prince of Poison!]

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[jenna-ortega]

vertigo

act I

pairing - joel miller x female reader word count - 4k warnings - infidelity, jealousy, angst, unpleasant!joel, p(almost)v

SUMMARY: watching joel be with someone other than you has you reeling, what happens when you wear down the stoic man's loyalty? or don't let your girlfriend stop you from finding your wife

series playlist - by the wonderful @lovers-liability

Your eyes find his in an attempt to share a moment between the crowd at the bar. That crowd consists of only Tommy, Joel, and her. Her who you’ve been fake smiling at all night, her who’s been on Joel’s arm, and her who is the only thing in your way. 

“Another drink?” her voice stinging your eardrums as if she’s shouted, but has only whispered to the man you haven’t stopped staring at. Ugh. Your skin physically crawls as you watch her pet his arm and bat her eyes up. Why does she deserve this? Why does she get to have him. Your hands find the bottle Joel’s eyes were feeling up the whole night, and you fill his glass until he politely waves you,

“‘s enough.” 

You bite your lip as you watch him take a long sip, watching his adam’s apple bob with each passing burn of the amber liquid, 

“Can I get a refill too?” you find the source of the noise, a soft voice and big smile looking at you shaking an empty glass, “sure.” 

You can’t seem to find a minute alone with him. Someone is always finding a way to share your space, ruin your plan. “Not tonight”, you think, “not this time.”

It’s a shame your hands couldn’t quite hold onto the slippery glass of the fruity beverage you made. How clumsy of you to not secure a grip on the, 

“OH!” you shout as she gets soaked by her own drink, how silly of you. Your hands purposefully inching forward so there isn’t a drop left to be spared in the glass

“Shit, SHIT!” you watch as she and Joel jump backwards, hiding the smirk on your face watching the stain on her jeans and shirt grow larger as they both try to fix what you’ve done, 

“So sorry, vanessa!” you’re almost tongue tied saying her name, your blush evident as you catch Joel scowl at your fake apology

“No, it’s alright! It’s okay, I hated these pants anyway!” 

Tommy’s chuckle has your head swinging his way. Lip twitching in annoyance. She’s funny too…

Joel grabs the napkin beside him, patting at her stomach and hips as she’s giggling, “its okay–really i’m okay”, 

“Let me get ya home sweethe-”, “no, finish your drink it’s okay”. “We’re going–” 

The bickering between the two go on until Tommy chimes in, grabbing his coat and walking from around the bar where you two had just been serving for the night

“Stay, after that patrol shift today you need it.” 

Joel gives Tommy a stern look, shaking his head in his baby brothers direction

“She’s mine, gotta take care of her” 

“I ain’t stealing her, “ Tommy’s hand lands on Joel’s shoulder, smirking while squeezing him

“Ya scared she’ll realize the better miller and leave your ass?” 

As the interaction goes on for a minute, your brain goes haywire. Watching her laugh at his jokes. You're envious, you’re dripping signs of mania as you think of all the ways you could sabotage this thing they have and take him for yourself. His large arms engulf her as he says goodbye, watching Tommy lead her out the double doors to begin the journey back to whatever place she calls home. And you wonder…what does she call home? His bed? His house? Him?

Skin jumping as you’re pulled from a state of disarray by his loud throat clear, 

“Clumsy girl” his large hands make the whiskey glass look like a toy as he bring it to his lips, sipping loudly as he studies your face 

“Yeah, I guess I don't know what I was doing.” for as much as you wanted this, you’re mind can't find the right words to say,

“And what was it you were trying to do?” hm…accusatory

“Just spilled a drink”

“Funny I ain’t ever seen you spill a drink before”

“Your eyesight is going then,” you walk towards the other end of the bar and begin wiping down the bartop, taking this as a sign to finally start closing shop and going home

For all the times you’ve dreamed of having him alone, your body shows no sign of wanting to be near him. You’re almost upset at him, for what? You have no clue. It wasn't his fault you harbord such an intense crush on him. His stoic attitude, and the way he protects what's his. You wanted to be the person he protected. The person he calls “mine”

You brazenly walk back to him, grabbing his almost empty glass while your eyes roll further than your socket allows “Done yet?”

His grip on the bartop now rushed to grab the hand you offered up to take his glass

“With the drink yes,” he jerks your hand forward so your body is now leaning over the bar

“With you…no”

This is it. Your heart drops, mind clouded by his scent, the way his dark brown eyes look you over as if he’s ready to devour you with hate

“I seen your looks,” your name falls from his lips as if you’d personally hurt him in some way you can’t recall

You wince as the same hand he holds is now slammed down onto the bar top, “I felt your little touches during patrol, the way you slide against me thinking I’m stupid.”

He flings your hand away and you immediately rub at your wrist to soothe the dull ache his massive fingers left behind, oh how warm it felt to have his skin on yours

His eyes squint at you as you begin laughing, pushing strands of your hair behind your ear, getting ready to fuck with him. 

You have to give it to yourself, the plan worked. Setting the seed days ago while you were both on patrol. Making sure you rubbed your backside against him once or twice, feeling him go silent as you did. Joel knew what you wanted from him. He could feel it in the way your eyes bore into the back of his head while you patrolled with him. Joel couldn't say the advances weren’t welcomed, he loved feeling wanted. But he has someone. Someone who he owed loyalty to. Someone who simply got to him before you. 

Now, you’re walking around the bar to him, and his body follows you as he turns around, your body forcing his thighs open on the stool as you push your way past them to get as close to him as you can

“I can fuck you better than sh–” 

“Christ.” his eyes roll as he moves to leave the stool, backing you up in the process, 

“Let me make you feel good,” your hand reaching for his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin as he lets you

“Quit.”

Your hand travels down to hook around his neck, reaching on your toes as your lips ghost next to his ear, 

“Don’t you want to feel me,” your other hand grabs his and moves to place it to your chest, 

A heavy sigh from his lips is the last thing you hear before he is ripping you off him, cradling your back as he smashes it against the bar, pinning you between his chest and the counter

“You are treading on some mighty thin ice,” silence fills the bar as he lets you go, backing up and giving your chest space as he looks down to see you breathing heavier, eyes meeting his as a plea

“Be careful.” 

– 

It’s been days since the incident. You didn’t want to add insult to injury, leaving him alone in the process. How can you be upset at something you wanted to happen? It left you feeling shocked, hurt, and even a little turned on. The feel of his body against yours, his hands grabbing yours to make sure you didn’t go anywhere as he railed into you with his words. Oh how you wish it was something a little thicker, a little longer than words. 

Your thoughts light up as you find yourself in the same predicament as the other night. Tommy, your fellow bartender, and the lack of two certain people. He must be ignoring you now, you’re sure of it. 

How could you get his attention? You needed him to know you weren’t someone he could just manhandle and never speak to again. You wanted to see the worst parts of him as you got under his skin, as you messed with what's his. And now an idea was formulating…one you knew would get Joel on you

You see him. Owen. Vanessa patrol partner for tomorrow morning. Who was going to stop you if you overfilled his drinks? Got him a little too wasted, giving you an in to provide coverage for that patrol. 

So that's what you did…all night. 

Making sure his drinks were constantly overpoured, giving him the best customer service of his goddamn life,

“WOO!” you turn to look in the direction of Owen and his friends, starting to get rowdy, 

“Looks like i might night have owen for tomorrow shift huh,” Tommy nudges your arm as he’s using a stained white rag to dry off glasses

“Maria will whip him into shape” you both raise your eyebrows and laugh at the sentiment, 

“Not before she whips me into covering that assholes shift,” your eyes light up at his words as he is shaking his head in defeat, 

“You’ve been working so hard at the bar Tommy, you need rest.” it’s innocent, it’s sly, it’s exactly what you rehearsed saying,

“Why don’t you rest, and I take the shift?” his head turns your way, mouth frowning in a peculiar way, “I couldn’t ask you to do that” 

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” 

–

And when you got that knock on your door from Tommy the next morning, your plan was in action. Having him walk you to the stable and greeting Vanessa, a smirk grew on your lips

Tommy spends a few minutes explaining the route, making sure you both know to stay careful while clearing out the abandoned house an hour west of Jackson. You smile at Vanessa, assuring her you’ve done this route before. She smiles back at you…shit, even a nice smile. Hating her was getting harder by the day. In reality, you would have hated any girl in her position. 

–

You’ve both been riding for about 45 minutes till you hit the place. Ivy grown along the windows and doors of the place,

“Looks like it gets worse by the months,” you whisper as you both hop off your horses and start your journey inside

“Take upstairs, I’ll take downstairs and around back?” you question, vanessa responding with a head nod as you watch her slowly trek inside the house with her gun positioned in front of her

It only takes you a few minutes to clear downstairs, hearing Vanessa’s boot impressions upstairs signaling her safety, you think to start clearing the outdoor area around back.

*snap*

Your whole body twisting around in an instant with your gun out and ready. What sounded like a tree branch breaking, or feet on leaves has your body on edge. You’re turned around, but all you see is the pale blue house, some overgrown grass, and the door you left wide open swinging in the slight breeze.

Not realizing just how scared you were, your hand jumps to your heart as you begin to level out your breaths. Soon after, you turn around and clear the rest of your area. 

You’ve arrived back at the front of the house surprised not to see Vanessa, you scream out an “all clear!” and the hairs on the back of your neck stand,

There’s three horses. There’s two of you. 

Grass crunching under your feet as you run to the house to warn her, but not before your body is pulled back and behind a rusted green truck outside of the house,

“Shh!” a hand cups your mouth as you begin to thrash and whine, only calming down once you hear the soft gruff voice of the man you’re attached to, “It’s Joel,” 

“Jesus christ, Joel!” you pull yourself away from him, turning around to stare at the tall man 

“What the hell are you doing here” demanding answers from him, you push against his chest in anger as he hits the back of the car with a thud,

His finger gets close to your face, walking up close to you, “makin’ sure you don’t cause any problems, princess.” 

You fake laugh, making sure to obnoxiously throw your head back as you do 

“Awwww” you give Joel a pout, “so cute. Miller’s gotta make sure his girlfriend doesn’t find out about the bartender he nearly felt up a fe-” he rushes to shush you again, holding his hand over your mouth while his other hand falls to your lower back, steadying you in his arms

“Shut up will you…” his hands lower once he’s sure you understand his urgency in your silence 

“Where is she?” he questions faintly, just as you hear your name being called from your right side,

“Who're you talkin to?” she soon finds out as she meets you behind the car, noticing two heads bobbing, “what’re you doing here, honey?” she runs to separate the two of you as she hugs his big frame, 

“Checking in. Heard Owen couldn’t make it, had to make sure you were alright.” 

Vanessa brightly smiles and lightly swings her hand to her side, blushing.

You fake gag behind her, watching Joel’s jaw tighten, 

“We’re fine, Joel” she looks over to you, “We were just finishing up.” 

–

All three of you ride home together. Your incessant questions naggings the two,

While Vanessa is happy to answer, you can’t help but hear the loud sigh of Joel with every intrusive thing you pull out of her. 

“T’fuck is this an interview?” 

You bite your lip at his outward rudeness, and Vanessa’s loud gasp

“Don’t be like that, Joel!” she scolds him, watching as he brings his hand from his thigh to his neck, scratching the same spot he does everytime he gets nervous 

“Yeah Joel,” you shake your head at him. “Don’t be like that,” you give him a crooked smile and a wink watching his nose twitch at you, looking away hastily. 

Arriving back to town, you all settle down and get into light conversation. Vanessa offers up Joel to take you home to make up for his crummy attitude. And you know he’s upset. His veins popping from his neck as he’s trying to hide his clear disdain for this situation. Why is everyone but him oblivious to your intentions? He thinks. He promised himself he wouldn’t be alone with you again. Couldn’t trust himself with you. He has to keep what he has safe, and you’re a danger to it. You’re a danger to his fulfilled life he created for himself. Stability he’d been dreaming of. You make him think. Is this what I want? Questioning the things he’d come to know as good. Was he settling for comfort? Did he not want to do the hard thing? 

He says your name with gritted teeth, “Lead the way.”

–

You both walk in the silence of Jackson. It wasn’t too long before you would reach your house. The only sounds you hear are both feet crunching leaves. Had you fucked this up that badly? Have your childish games finally caught up to you?

“She’s fierce.” he rolls his eyes at your statement, not wanting to get into this with you right now. 

“Leave it,” he warns

“She’s pretty…” silence, “She’s kind. I like her.” you admit, 

“I like her too, s’why i’m with her.” The truth makes your heart ache. Is this delusional in your head getting the best of you? You feel something here, you feel it. 

There’s a pregnant pause. Your eyes swell with what feels like rocks, but you know is just water that you wish wouldn’t stream,

“I’m kind.” 

“Debatable.” he lightly laughs

“I’m fierce.” you were trying to convince yourself and him. What wasn’t there to like? Why couldn’t Joel see you for the woman you wanted to be. He was everything you wanted, and you feared you would never get a chance at making him happy because of timing. 

Your name flows from his lips in a rush, ushering in arousal from your core. He ignores you until you both approach your front door. You want him. 

“I’m pretty…”

There’s a silence in the air as you turn to him, back to your door. The look he gives you tells you he’s holding back. The same look he’d given you during patrols, during nights at the bar, looks you knew held something bigger than resentment. 

“Do you want to come in?” 

“No.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Please?”

Joel huffs, adjuring his jacket as he stares back at the fragile girl in front of him. In a perfect world, he could tell her everything he’d wanted to tell her. Back when he first met you as Tommy’s friend, you’d met during his fireflies brigade and that alone pissed Joel off. Never fully giving you a chance no matter how hard you tried. You were pretty, you could be everything Joel wanted. He knows that. He also knows he held onto judgment about your past for too long, too long to give you the shot he knew you deserved. He knew what he was doing all the times he’d make it his job to brush against you. Before she came into the picture. Before Vanessa, it was Kimberly. And he knew the girls he’d run through always got to you. Always picking them, always making sure you knew it wouldn’t be you. 

“What d’ya want from me?” his voice apparent with defeat, 

You walk to him, grabbing him by his open jacket, “I told you,” you walk him backwards until you are fumbling with your door to get it open, hanging in the doorway of your house,

“I want to make you feel good.” 

–

You couldn’t tell how you got here, against your own kitchen table as Joel miller was ravaging your mouth, 

“Joel,” you moan into his lips, “fuck me,” 

His hands around your frame tighten their hold, the feeling of his groan vibrating against your neck, his lower half pushed into you enough so you feel his bulge, 

“You’ve been so bad for me, why do you deserve it?” he asked, smiling down as you fall apart in his hands, wiggling your legs together to ease the tension. You wish you could answer him coherently, but the way he pushes his hips into you has you stuttering back gibberish to him

Your body is quickly turns around, you cry out at the pain of the table knocking into your hips as he moves to bend you over the table, ass up for him to make it easier for him to tug your jeans down, revealing your glistening cunt for him

“Gonna show me how much better you are, baby?” he teases as he lifts your head to look back at him, your hair tangled in his fingers as he rubs his clothed cock against you, 

“P-please, Joel” 

He leans over, massive body weight smushing you down further into the table as you grunt from surprise, 

He kisses along your neck, his beard scratching your skin making the hair on your arms rise, and your cum leak out further onto his jeans,

Joel laughed into your neck, he knew your cunt was calling for him. He kneeled down, face lined up with your core. He began kissing your thigh, licking and sucking as he teased his way up your leg.

Your hips squirming, you pushed your heat closer to him, wanting some sort of friction.

“Such an eager little princess.” His hands gripping both thighs, his big hands opening you up, taking the first dip into your pussy.

His tongue running lines over your folds, using his fingers to rub in the saliva. Your moans instinctively filled the room, only encouraging him more.

“You like that huh” his husky voice coming from below you, you felt warm liquid hit your pussy, his spit dripping down, the sensation drove you mad.

His middle and pointer finger entered you, just as he began licking circles around your sensitive nub.

“oh fuck—“ you cried out, feeling yourself trying to push back because of how good he was doing. Your body twitching as he picked up the pace with his tongue, making the warm feeling inside of you worse. Your head snapping back, moaning out his name. Joel

He didn’t stop to address you, just moving his fingers in and out of you at a relentless pace, your cum dripping out on his fingers, he felt you start to clench around him, moved his tongue as fast as he could, flicking your clit until you were shaking on his fingers.

“I’m gonna cum, oh god” you sobbed, finally finding your release, your body convulsing on his fingers, cum coating them nicely,

Your breathing coming back down, he removed his fingers from you, lifting himself up to show you.

“Clean up your mess,” he demanded, bringing his fingers to your mouth, and you happily obliged, sucking his fingers down to the knuckle.

He removed his fingers, your mouth suctioned so tightly a raunchy pop sound filled the air.

His fingers moved from your mouth, along your chin, meeting your neck, gently squeezing, he lifted your head forcing you to meet him eye to eye.

“You’re gonna take what I give you next, and you ain’t gonna whine. Y’ hear me, princess?” 

You reply with a broken cry to him, your body feeling weightless as your core sobs from his ruthless play,

Joel slowly unzips himself from his jeans, red throbbing cock springing free in the process. You whip your head back as you hear it, eyes meeting his cock, then training up to his eyes,

“Fuck, it’s big”

He smiles behind you as he lines himself up to your core, pushing your head back into the counter, “I know baby, I know,” he slowly squeezes himself in between your folds, but not inside of you. His tip ghosting over your clit as your folds warm him, he begins to thrust, 

“Shit, ahh–” he winces as he feels your wetness engulf him, leak onto his tip, and he shudders when it catches at your entrance, “please,” you beg, for what…you don’t know

“shhh, take what i give you” he groans out, and you do just that as he begins to pound into your folds harder, 

Your hand moved behind you to push him back, feeling your second orgasm coming on intensely, 

“Joel, fuck me, please, just the tip baby, i promise” 

His hand grips your wrist, pinning it to your back, continuing to ignore your desperate plea

You look back him, his face beat red as his chest if heaving, he looks you directly in the eye as he takes himself in his other hand, gathering your cum with his own precum, rubbing himself into your clit in circular motions, laughing as he watches you come undone for the second time that night. 

You jump forward, not being able to go far due to being restrained. “Ah–” your voice squeaks as you feel Joel’s tip pushing to make room inside of you, behind you, Joel litters the air with silent pleasure, “shit”. “fuck” “so tight,”

“You feel so good, oh” you wiggle your hips and try to move backwards onto him, but he is keen on your plans. 

“Ah ah ah,” he scolds you, “take what i give you. I warned you.” you whine at him as you cry into the table, feeling yourself push your legs together to try and feel some sort of relief from wanting to be filled,

He pulls his tip out of you with a groan, sucking in air at the loss,

“Wanna cum on your pussy,” you hear the ferocious sounds of Joel behind you, tugging at himself while moaning your name. 

You moan as you feel his hot spurts of cum cover your backside, feeling it drip down onto your clit and down your thighs as he growls “fuckkk” behind you.

–

He helped pull your jeans back up. Handling you like a piece of glass that couldn’t break, you turned around and pulled your arms around his broad chest. His chin rested plainly on your head, returning the hug you gave him while sighing into you.

“Stay.” your small voice that was buried in his chest still echoed through the kitchen,  

Such a simple request. An honest request. A request you think he may take into consideration after everything he’s done.

“I can’t.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller smut #joel miller x female reader #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal

[frenziedslashers]

I Love You, And I Don't Say It Enough:

Pt. 2; Baby, It's Okay

Pairing: Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead) x Reader

Warnings: she/her pronouns used, possible ooc Daryl idk, PinV sex, unprotected sex (wrap that shit 👹), rough to soft sex, canon typical violence, mentions of character death. Not proofread.

About: This is set after Season 7 (meaning if you do not know who died Season 7 Episode 1, please do not read if you do not want spoilers.) This is a little fic about Daryl returning to Alexandria after escaping from Negan. I may have gotten some of the details wrong, but this was mostly for my own enjoyment. If you have a request you want to send in for him or another character, feel free. I will be making a master list for TWD and include the characters I write for here in the next few days!

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The past few weeks had been some of the toughest of your life. Not only did you witness two of your good friends die, but you knew that more blood would be shed along the way after theirs. You just didn't think it would be Daryl. He wasn't dead, not from what you knew, at least. They just took him from you. A man who's helped you survive since the beginning. A man who you grew very fond of, and he grew just as fond of you in return. You thought Alexandria brought hope to the future the both of you could share. You were wrong. At least in this moment you were so very wrong.

You screamed for them not to take him from you. It only made them laugh. Negan made a comment about wanting to take you, too. Make you his wife and Daryl have to watch him treat you like his. "I'll be back for ya, don't cry," was the last thing Daryl had said to you. It didn't stop your tears, if anything it only made them worse. What if that was the last time he would ever speak with you? The last time you'd ever see his face. What if he ended up like Glenn and Abraham... Or worse?

It felt like months had passed without him, but in reality. It was only about three, maybe four days. Living without him was lonely. Sure as hell a lot colder at night than having his furnace of a body cooped up next to you. When you saw him get off the truck, you nearly collapsed. His eyes looked tired, but they still searched for you. They still widened and looked at you with the same love and adoration as before. Negan was quick to stop the interaction when Daryl blurted your name and the both of you attempted to run for one another.

"Well," his smile, god. You'd give nothing more than to shoot it off his face. "Isn't this just adorable? Don't you think, Lucille?" He chuckled, walking up to you with a curious gaze. "We've got little miss Jane over here, and her man of a Tarzan over there." He spoke with a sigh. "Gross." He snickered, looking back at Daryl while circling around you. Placing his hands on your hips. Watching you flinch and Daryl fight with the people holding him back. "Don't touch 'er!" "Hey now, what did I say? None of that, or else I'll shut," He held his bat up close to your face. "That shit down." He spoke, voice getting lower and more stern with each word. Daryl understood, even if he didn't want to. Looking at you with a gaze that told you everything was going to be all right.

Negan chuckled again, leaning in close to press his nose against the side of your hair. Inhaling deeply, and then sighing. "Damn! Does your woman smell nice. Bet she tastes just as good, if yunno what I mean." He told Daryl with a sly grin. "Don't talk about 'er-" "Do you wanna see her brains on the pavement? Because I sure as hell don't! I've seen too many super hot wives die. No use wasting such a pretty face when she could maybe be yours again." Daryl glared, Negan looking back at you with a sigh and pursed lips. "You should really tame your dog. He's gonna bite someone someday."

After that, you had a sliver of hope. That maybe since they were letting him go on runs with them. That maybe Daryl could figure something out and get away. Maybe you'd wake up one night to Daryl climbing into bed with you. Pulling you close to one another and not saying a word. Just holding each other in silence.

Each passing day grew harder and harder. Each day without him felt like shit. Like it was a reminder that you would be alone. You came into this apocalypse alone. Everyone you ever knew and loved, dead. Then you would die alone. Everyone that you ever knew and loved being just as dead.

But then, it happened.

Everyone else saw him before you had. Hugging and reuniting with their friend. Their family. He didn't linger with anyone too long, though. His main priority was you. It was always you, and would always be. He had to make sure that you were safe. That he knew you were safe. "She's in the house. Up in your room. I think she's reading." Tara told him, and he nodded. Giving a soft thanks before racing off in order to find you. To hold you and never let go.

He crept up the stairs. His body trembling along with his breath. Doing his best to not be too fast and startle you, but the closer he got. The more he couldn't help himself. Finally reaching the door to your guys' room. Reaching out to touch the handle but to his surprise. It turned for him. Watching with cautious and wide eyes as the door opened and he was met with you. His girl. His woman. His wife. Though the two of you weren't official, nor did either of you talk about marriage. He considered you to be his spouse. May as well be since his eyes were only ever on you since they first saw you.

"Daryl," You didn't have time to say anything else. Cut off by Daryl pulling you in for a desperate kiss. He was never good with words, anyways.

The hunter was quick to get his point across too. About how much he missed you. How he wasn't about to let you go anytime soon, either. It didn't take long for him to push you onto the bed once the door was shut, and to have your clothes on the floor along with his own.

"Daryl," you called his name out, over and over like a soft prayer. Hands roaming one another's bodies with desperation. Pulling each other as close as you both could. Hungry mouths worked at either kissing anywhere they could reach or muttering soft nothings to one another.

Daryl was fairly rough with everything at first too. Like he was trying to tell you both that this was real. That he was here and so were you. His hips were fast. Each thrust within you deep and desperate. trying to chase what you both wanted. It was rough and fast, until it wasn't.

A slight worry set within you when his thrusts slowed, finally coming to a hault. His face buried in the crook of your neck. You were about to ask if you did something wrong until you heard the rigid and quiet sob that came from your lover. Frowning while your arms reached out to hold him. One hand on the back of his head, while the other rested on his back. Rubbing with soft motions while shushing him. Peppering the side of his head with kisses.

"Dar', honey, look at me. I'm here, you're back. Please, don't cry," you lulled, your eyes watering at the sound of his cries in your ear. You hated to hear or even see him cry, but you were glad that he did every so often. He was so good at bottling everything up. It scared you a lot of the time.

"Dar', sweetheart, please, look at me. Let me see you," He listened this time. Pulling away from your neck to look down at you. His blue eyes bloodshot. He had a black eye and a busted lip, which only made you frown more. Fingers tracing his face with your eyes. "Oh baby, what'd they do to you." He grunted, turning his face to get you to stop. "I thought I lost you," he muttered, a tear rolling down both of your faces this time. Your own lip quivering at his words. Everything finally setting in with both of you. "I thought I lost you too, Dixon." He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against your own.

"Did they touch you?" You shook your head, hands still holding the sides of his face. "No, think ya scared them too much," Daryl chuckled lightly at that. Opening his eyes to look at you again. "Yeah, maybe."

It was silent again. The both of you holding onto one another while staring back at each other. "I love you," you couldn't help but smile at his words. Running your fingers through his hair. Watching his eyes flutter shut and reluctantly open once more. You could easily put him to sleep by just playing with his hair. "I know you do, you have a way of telling me with your actions, always have. I love you too, mountain man." He rolled his eyes at the nickname and you chuckled. "I don't tell ya it enough, I love you. Really do. That's all I thought 'bout, too. That I don't tell ya it enough." He muttered, and you sighed. Resting your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them slightly. "Daryl, I told you. You say it without saying it. I know you do." He sighed with a nod, smiling faintly as you leant up to kiss the side of his mouth. Wanting to continue what the both of you started moments prior, but he wasn't done with his tangent. You wouldn't stop him though, you'd let him open up anytime he wanted to.

"All I could think about in there was you. If I'd see ya again. Hear ya," he spoke. "I was scared he'd.." He paused, breathing a bit heavily for a second as he thought. "Scared he'd take ya from me." "Dar', I'd go out fighting before I let him do anything to me." He chuckled, reaching up to brush some hair from your forehead. "That's what I was worried 'bout. If I lost you," "but you didn't, and I'm here. You're here. We're safe." "For now." You didn't say anything more after that. Only wrapping an arm around the back of his neck while staring up at him.

"I love you," he muttered again, and you nodded, leaning up to brush your lips against his. "I love you too, Daryl." He closed the gap between the both of you rather quick. Humming lowly into the kiss while rolling his hips against yours. Still nestled inside you.

It wasn't long before he was rolling his hips. Rolls turning into thrusts. He didn't move fast and rough like before, though. He took his time. Letting you know how much he loved and cared about you with his actions, again. His hand coming between the both of you to run his fingers between your folds. Your soft noises you released into his mouth were enough for him to continue. Lips traveling down to your neck. Leaving soft kisses and then love marks and bites. All while his fingers rubbed over your clit. Smirking softly as your hips bucked and rolled in order to chase your high, but Daryl didn't let you. No, not at first. He was dragging this out as long as he could.

"Wanna cum with ya," he muttered, kissing your collar bone with a groan. "Then do it," a growl left his throat at your words. Hips finally picking up to the speed the both of you were wanting. His finger rubbing a bit rougher on your bud. Not too harsh, but just enough it had your back arching off the bed. Hands grasping at him to ground yourself. One hand Tangling in his hair while the other clawed at his back. His lips came crashing on yours. Muffling the noises the both of you made as your bodies met their high.

You were the first to go, Daryl following right after. He came inside of you, but you didn't care. Not right now, at least. That was a problem to deal with later. Right now it was all about you and him. Holding each other after your highs became lows and you were both back on earth.

He pulled out, slowly. Doing his best not to hurt you, or himself in the overstimulated discomfort you were both in. "Wow," he looked at you with a brow raised as he used a Kleenex to wipe you both up. "I don't think we've fucked that hard in a while," you chuckled, and he chuckled back. Tossing the napkin into the bin before crawling back over you. A hand cupping the side of your face with a hum. "Ya tellin' me I only fuck good when one's of us nearly dies?" He asked, pressing a kiss to your lips. You shook your head, rubbing at his chest. "No, 'course not, we've just been..." "Busy?" You nodded, kissing him again. "Yeah," he sighed.

He finally laid next to you after tugging his shirt back on. Letting you pull your own and your underwear back on as well. Daryl kept the shirt on so no one would see his scars beside you. You were mostly dressed so if anything happened no one would see you nude. A precaution to keep both your and Daryl's minds easy.

Daryl pulled your body close to his own. Strong arms wrapped safely around your waist. "How 'bout we blame it on Rick." he muttered, and your brows furrowed, an amused smile on your lips. "What? Our sad sex life before today?" He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. "Yeah. He's always got us doin' stuff. No time for me to fuck ya." You snorted, rolling your eyes while swatting at his chest. "Shut up and go to sleep, Dixon." He smiled, pulling your closer while resting his chin atop your head. "Love you," you smiled, kissing his throat with a tired sigh. "I love you, too. I'm glad you're safe and home." "Me too, darlin'."

#daryl dixon #Daryl Dixon x reader #Daryl Dixon smut #the walking dead #two x reader #x reader #this was purely self indulgent #If you like it #that's a plus

[smallidarityyuri]

Jimmy loved play fighting with Joel.

It was comfortable, so you can't blame him. Why it's comfortable is because they'd done this so many times before. Jimmy was used to this, and knew how to do it well. He hated change, like a bird.

Joel loves play fighting with Jimmy. He loved bothering Jimmy in any way possible and making Jimmy groan whenever it happens. He loves wrestling Jimmy for whatever he's got in his hands and then giving it back to him immediately after taking it, if it gets Jimmy to hang out with him.

Recently, though, Joel has been feeling a bit soft. It isn't your average run of the mill growing soft for someone' trope. Nah, Joel had gone soft for Jimmy years ago. So, he devised a little plan to bother Jimmy with this softness as much as possible.

In all honesty, he didn't have to devise a plan for it to work on Jimmy (as much as Joel loves him, he's easy). He did anyways, likes putting the thought in.

So, one night in the mansion, Joel antagonized Jimmy again. They were both on the bed, and Joel was trying to pull something (Joel didn't actually know what it was) out of Jimmy's hands.

Jimmy pulls his hands up higher than Joel can reach, while Joel clambers into his lap to reach further for it. They're both batting at each other like a cat fight, pushing each other by their faces and biting.

Just as Joel grabs the object- leaning onto Jimmy in his lap- they both fall. Jimmy falls backwards onto the bed, and Joel lands on top of him. It takes Jimmy by surprise (you can tell cause he squeaks), so Joel successfully pulls the object away from him.

Jimmy groans and tries to push Joel off of him, to no avail. Then… Joel sorta.. goes slack on him. He melts onto Jimmy's chest all of a sudden.

Jimmy blinks in confusion.

"Wait- hold on a second.. Joel."

Joel hums out a response like a purr. "Hmn?"

"What're you doing?"

Joel adjusts to look at him, his chin resting on Jimmy's chest.

"Cuddling."

Jimmy narrows his eyes, huffs.

"...cuddling."

"Yeah. S'nice innit?"

"it's--" Jimmy cuts himself off, feeling his face heat up. Rosy red spreads across his face like blush brushes dancing on his skin. His ears turn a similar shade. His eyelashes flutter.

Joel changed all of a sudden. He went all soft and cuddly on Jimmy instead of trying to be an asshole on purpose.

It's odd. He does that sometimes- getting all mushy on him. Jimmy is pretty sure he's the only person who's seen Joel like that. Maybe Grian has- he doubts it though.

"It is.. nice."

Joel raises an eyebrow. "You good there, babe?"

Jimmy makes a noise in his throat, sounding almost strangled as he says, "i... you..."

He lets his head fall back onto the pillows. His arm wraps around Joel, with a snort. "You're a menace."

He can practically hear Joel's grin. His stupid handsome smile and his odd sharp teeth. He can feel that stupid look in his eyes. The one that Joel uses when he's making fun of Jimmy. It feels more like.. he was being admired right now, at the same time.

"That's me!" Joel sing-songs. "But- you love me, don't ya, Jim?"

Jimmy rolls his eyes. not that Joel can see it, but he did it anyway.

"You just rolled your eyes, didn't you?"

Oops! Jimmy snickers.

"I love you too, Joel."

Joel hums. He buries his face back into Jimmy's chest, muttering something Jimmy doesn't quite catch. He hears something about Jimmy being like a pillow. He assumes Joel was calling his boobs a nice pillow. Again.

Maybe change isn't so bad?

(Massive credit to @zedif-y for the dialogue section and also inspiration. Writers block? Not my friend anymore :3)

#solidaritygaming #smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #joel smallishbeans #trafficshipping #grian mention #smallidarity #my writing #ough #<3

[smalltimidbean]

Since it is the year of the dragon, time to show the two 'dragon' clones that I made months ago and never shown anywhere (there are so many clones I haven't shown yet, please help me (silly))

Amaretto might look like a dragon, but is actually made up of various different animal DNA (mostly lizards, bats and goats), making him technically not a dragon - It was either too hard for Mr D'Angiolini to acquire an actual dragon, or they simply Do Not exist - So he can't fly or breathe fire (and he is definitely not bitter about that), But he is pretty venomous, so don't let him bite ya!!! Is he more standoffish and grumpy rather than straight up aggressive, but he is pretty hot-headed and easy to rile up if you push the right buttons

Edam is a giant clone (not Chickpea-sized, but still considerably large, which is why average-sized Amaretto looks small), and they are made with Cheese Dragon DNA - which since Cheese Dragons are creations of the Tower, it was much easier to get access to their DNA - So Edam can fly (and is actually one of the few clones who can, and certainly the only giant clone who can) and they can breathe fire, but they much prefer to chill and be friendly, so they don't do either of much

And they are friends, bc we love giant softie and tiny grump friendships here!!!

#Amaretto the Peppiclone #Edam the Fake Peppino #pizza tower oc #pizza tower #yes Edam has paws bc I Said So!!!!!!

[cozy-earthbaby]

3 of a Soul - (part 3)

(Repost)

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(A/N - Everyone is over 18 to make life easier)

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Jason was pissed.

There was nothing really else about it.

It started with Replacement.

Jason had asked him the check out a new cafe that had popped up close to his turf that was giving him all the wrong vibes. Just standing outside the place made Jason's skin crawl and the pits go wild. Obviously, there was something wrong with the place, and who beast to sus it out than the most paranoid of the Bats? So far so good. Then Tim kept going back, and not even going back to investigate. No. He was gone for hours in there just enjoying himself and getting unrelated work done.

That really set Jason's mood off.

So, what did he do?

He got Dicky involved.

Who then dragged along Demon Brat.

Surely, they would get to the bottom of what was going on, right?

Wrong.

They had become just as bad as Tim! Dick was even stopping in there as Nightwing before patrols and getting a drink to go. It was getting ridiculous! And it was pissing Jason off to no end.

That's how he found himself standing outside the cursed establishment, swearing to himself as his brothers eagerly pushed him to the door.

"Come on, little wing! This place is great! Just wait till you meet the boys. Danny is a riot! and Pete is such a sweety. They're great!!! Oh. and maybe you'll get to see Ro! They're something else I tell ya! Trust me. You'll love it in there." Dick was clambering on as they neared.

"I swear Dicky. If you make me regret coming here, I'm putting glitter in your shoes." Jason grumbled out bitterly.

"Todd, don't be immature. Danny is harmless, Peter is amiable, and Ro is respectable. There is no need for you to act like a child." Damien chastised in a bored tone.

"Amiable? Respectable? Don't let them hear you say that! You won't hear the end of it." Tim teased out, clearly excited to enter the cafe.

The bell let out a chime as the four of them walked in the door.

Jason immediately felt the pits both rise up and curl into itself. Looking around, he locked eyes with the cause, and the cause looked back. Time seemed to stop, and Jason couldn't take his eyes off the man before him as he approached the counter. He was pale, almost sickly, a tad shorter than Tim but taller than Damien, with impossibly dark hair, eye bags, and the brightest blue eyes Jason had ever seen. His presence both demanded attention and demanded for one to look away. The world froze as their eyes met, eyes matching eyes, the eyes of predators. A lazy grin and a cocked brow rested on the young man's face, looking almost excited. A challenge. A challenge Jason didn't know if he could win. Fear. Jason was seeing green.

"Don't even think about it!" A feminine voice called out, stern and authoritative. From the back came a tall strawberry blonde, standing in what could be described as a 'scolding mom' pose. A handsome young man with chestnut hair and sweet honey doe eyes stood next to them, amused smirk on his face. "Danny. We talked about this."

Like a broken spell, the world returned to normal, not a bit of green to be seen. The pits had gone quiet.

Jason almost felt... at peace.

The young man seemed to deflate into a dramatic sigh. The intimidating aura that was coming from him all but vanished, breaking the illusion of whatever that was.

" But Rooooo! He's perfect! Look at him! Just one little fight, please?? I promise I won't break anything." Danny wined out as he lazily gestured to the group of boys, all but Jason clearly amused.

"No means no, Danny, you heard them! Sorry about Danny, we just got him to stop biting people. Sometimes he forgets." The other boy sang out. His New York accent was strong and playful. The friendly tease caused a snort from Jason's brothers and a dramatic gasp from Danny.

"Petey! 'Att's so unfair! I was just gonna great the guy! Just a little friendly fight!" Danny whined out, flopping onto the other man. "I wasn' gonna be doin anything too crazy! Swear!"

Peter flicked Danny's head, earning a groan. Blinking away his confusion, Jason couldn't help his smile with a chuckle, the two of them were strangely charming how they acted off each other. Dick was right, they were kinda funny to watch. An apologetic smile was sent his way. "Sorry again about that. Name's Peter, this is Ro, and you've met Danny."

"No problem Peter! This is our brother Jason, it's his first time. Jay here heard that we were big fans of the place, and he just had to come with us and check it out!" Dick, by some greater power was ever the social butterfly, decided now was the best time to be laying the charm on thick as he wrapped an arm around Jason. Ro gave a nod before returning to the back. Peter took his place next to Danny behind the counter.

"Nice! Still. Sorry again. Now, what can we get you boys?" The New York accent taking on a friendly, almost playful tone, as his doe eyes crinkled with his smile. The pink on this brother's faces did not go unnoticed by Jason. Interesting.

"The usual for us, Jay will take a Special." Dick said with a wink.

"Awesome! One special order and three regulars coming right up!" Peter rung them up, then dragged Danny to the back, who complained the whole way.

"Tch. Danny is defiantly an idiot. Drake, you need better taste. " Damien said with no real malice.

"He's not so bad once you get talking to him. He's just got some weird thing about trying to fight people right as he meets them. Peter swears it's just how things are back home for him. I don't know. It's kind of funny to see." Tim spoke as his face reddened. Defiantly Interesting.

Jason decided to keep how Danny effected the pits to himself for now.

Guess Jason will be returning to this cafe as well.

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